#The Very Best Totally Wrong Test Answers

[lnlightning81]

Positive P2 [LN4]

Summary : Surprising Lando after a race with the results to your pregnancy test

Pairing/s: Lando Norris x Reader

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Warning/s: Pregnancy, Talk of not being able to have kids

Watching Lando with kids has always been a beautiful sight. However, watching Lando with Mila and Athena was a totally different experience. There was a different connection watching the two of them. Normally, kids cried when they saw Lando because their hero was right in front of them, but with Mila and Athena, he was just ‘Lala’ and not Lando Norris. 

The video of Lando playing with Mila when she was just a little baby throwing his phone about the place had started to circulate your social media; it only made your baby fever start to grow.

You were due to meet Lando at the paddock as he had gone a little early for the media and you just wanted to lie in but it wasn’t until you felt ill that you messaged Lando asking if he had time to quickly come back to the hotel after stopping at the shop for something. To which he replied obviously still in that state of life where you could ask him to murder someone, and he would. 

There was very little chance you could actually be pregnant with not only you and Lando being extremely careful but with you being told that there was little chance of you ever getting pregnant throughout your life but with your baby fever and how you were feeling everything pointed towards that actually maybe coming true. 

Lando had wanted to wait and see the results but you knew that he couldn’t or he’d get fined so you forced him out of the hotel room telling him that he’d be the first person to know. Except he wouldn’t be. If the test came back positive, you had the perfect way to tell him. 

But when you saw that positive result that’s when you panicked, you never thought you’d actually see the day when that test actually came back positive after many years of being told it would never happen. 

Now, standing in the Mclaren motorhome, you still hadn't told Lando the results. You didn’t want to stress him out before a race. Never mind a race when he was starting on the front row with the chance of winning but you did tell Zak knowing the perfect way to tell him after a good or bad race and hopefully he’d be happy with the news. 

Lando finished P2 just as he started. No one was getting past Max Verstappen any time soon, so it was basically a win for him, and you knew he’d say that when asked about it. Zak waved you over, and you walked over to the pit wall standing behind him as he placed his headphones over your ears and pressed the radio button for Lando’s car. Nodding to you with a smile 

“Hey baby. That’s a positive P2” You hummed, hoping he’d catch on to what you were saying without Sky or F1TV or any other showings catching it. 

“Positive?” He asked with a frown. You could hear the frown on his face

“Wait? What are you doing on the radio?” Now very confused as to everything 

“Yep. Positive P2” You smiled

“Zak let me tell you your position for the day” You looked at Zak, who was smiling at you 

“Oh my god, Y/N. This is brilliant. I love you so much!” He exclaimed 

“I’ll see you at the podium baby” You gave Zak his headphones back 

“Got a podium to get to. Let’s go” He smiled, and you walked with him. Zak’s more than just the CEO to you and Lando. He was always a phone call away if anything went wrong or if you didn’t travel out to a race and couldn’t get a hold of Lando the next best person to call was Zak because he’d always answer. 

Zak would invite you, Lando, Oscar, and Lily out for food whenever he got the chance or would send you little gifts during Christmas or your birthday. He was kinda like a father figure to you both. Standing watching the podium next to Zak, you could see how big the smile on Lando’s face was compared to normal. 

Meeting Lando back in his driving room, you were instantly wrapped in a hug with his hands landing on your stomach as he kissed your neck from behind 

“I can’t believe it, baby. You’re serious, right? We’re going to have a baby? I got the message, right?” He asked, and you nodded 

“I’m very serious. We're going to have a baby. I’m so glad you got that message, though. I was a little worried you wouldn’t understand what I was saying” You smiled, turning in his arms as he kissed you properly this time. 

“Oh my god, a little baby. Oh love you’re parent’s. They’re gonna be so happy they’re getting a grandbaby” Lando was very excited as he basically jumped around the room like a little kid in a sweet shop. 

“If it’s okay with you, I don’t want to tell anyone for a few months” you whispered, sitting down on the couch in his driver's room. Lando looked over at you

“Whatever you want” He smiled, and you nodded 

“After being told I probably would never have kids, I don’t want to tell people. There’s a risk that everything might go wrong and I don’t want to tell everyone we’re having a kid to be reminded that actually we aren’t” You explained quietly and he wrapped you in a hug 

“Whatever you want to do we will do darling but I do know that I love you very much and whatever happens will never change my mind but we’ll do it together” He smiled kissing you around your face causing you to giggle from his stubble tickling your skin 

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[screeching-bunny]

may i request a yandere god/angel? The idea of something so pure..the one thing you have faith in is actually the thinkg keeping u trapped in their obsession bubble is so appealing to me. having no hope left anymore. just them <3

Yandere! God Hcs

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

🌟 Yandere! God embodies profound wisdom and possesses knowledge beyond mortal comprehension. They have a mysterious aura and speak in riddles, often challenging his followers to seek enlightenment and often confusing the hell out of them. He’s very unpredictable and playful. He finds joy in playful interactions and enjoys surprising their followers with unexpected twists while they worship him. He lives for drama and will one hundred percent mislead his followers.

🌟 Yandere! God is starstruck when he first sees you. He can’t believe that such a cutie is worshiping him and is such a devoted follower. Any prayer that you wish for, he immediately tries to make it become a reality. Since he’s an all powerful god, you can best believe that he will misuse his powers when it comes to you. What’s this? You met a cute guy at work and flirted with him? Well too bad he got struck by lightning five times and died on the spot. Truly unfortunately. He’ll do his best to isolate you from your friends and family. You’ll be so lost that the only thing you can do is just pray to him whenever you can. The thought of this has him kicking his feet up in the air and twirling his hair.

🌟 Yandere! God plans out exactly how and when you guys will finally meet in person. After watching you for many hours he wants this moment to be as perfect as possible. He makes sure to be as dramatic and extra as possible, revealing himself in a very flashy way. Some lightning here and there and some cool looking smoke for his entrance. One day your just praying to him and poof he’s out in front of you.

“WHAT THE— WHO ARE YOU?!?”

“Some people want to meet me, some people don’t believe me, and some people claim to be me. I am…?”

“OH MY GOSH YOU’RE BATMAN?!?!”

“Yes it is— WAIT NO!!!”

🌟 Yandere! God eventually stops speaking in riddles around you because of your inability to get the correct answer. It’s just the only way that he can communicate with you properly and have you understand what he’s saying. Don’t worry though he still loves you nonetheless even if you are a total airhead. He will, however, personally tutor you if it ever really comes down to it. He still speaks in riddles to everyone else but you.

🌟 Yandere! God enjoys watching you pray to him. You view him as someone to look up to and ask about life questions. He makes sure to manipulate you by giving you advice that causes you to become a social outcast to the rest of the world. Who needs friends or a lover when you have him? Whenever his servants hear him say these things to you they just side eye him. They don’t try to do anything about it though because there’s no stopping him when it comes to love.

🌟 Yandere! God uses his followers as entertainment. They’re like his own personal reality tv show that he can control whenever he wants. He loves dropping random things on them and watching them freak out about it. Do you remember the time when a bunch of archeologists dug up an ancient rock with diamonds around it? Yeah, that was his badly made art craft that he threw away years ago. Do you also remember that hurricane that nearly destroyed a country a few months ago? Yeah that was also him, he just accidentally sneezed in the wrong direction that day. His followers believe that anything he does has a meaning behind it. Those natural disasters that have been happening recently must be a test from him. When in reality it was just you messing around with the weather because you we bored.

🌟 Yandere! God would make a new flower and name it after you. His love for you is infinite and would like to spend all of eternity with you. When you first met him you thought that he was supposed to be a generous and pure being. It was because of this thought that you never really saw his advances towards you as romantic. You just brushed these thoughts off and thought you were crazy for even thinking this was. When he found out what you were thinking he nearly ripped his hair off.

🌟 Yandere! God uses the idea of enlightenment to forever trap you by his side. Ditch all the people that you once knew and live with him. This is the only way for you to reach your full potential. People are just vial and disgusting so just jump right into his arms. He’s honestly so good a gaslighting that you don’t even question him and just do exactly what he says. To him it’s almost comical but he couldn’t be prouder of you. If you ever tried to gaslight him it wouldn’t work. I mean you can’t out gaslight the original gaslighter. He was literally the blueprint.

🌟 Yandere! God is terrible at cooking. This is understandable because he is a god and doesn’t need to consume food in order to survive. You, however, do need it. He tries his best to cook food for you but whenever you eat his food you always get food poisoning and need to run to the toilet. He always looks so proud when handing you the dishes that he made that you don’t have the heart to tell him that you don’t want it. So you usually just suck it up and shove it right down your throat.

🌟 Yandere! God is aware that you are a mortal and will one day die. So he tries various ways to make you immortal whether you like it or not. The thought of you dying just pains him and he’d do anything to prevent it from happening. He would destroy and sacrifice the entire universe if it meant that you’d be safe with him. Being with him is so suffocating. He’s like a clingy dog that always bites for attention. There is honestly no quiet moment where you get to be alone in your own thoughts because he is always watching you.

#yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere oc #gn reader #yandere god

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Lol, love the Himbo!/Bimbo!Granger!Sibling! Concept, I can imagine the same idea with the teachers/Dumbledore as well but it's just a Student Darling that's a total Bimbo!/Himbo! and the teachers/Dumbledore just let them get away with being wrong on basically everything, even Snape lmao

Himbo!/Bimbo!Student!Darling: Aw shucks, I failed the test again! 😢

Yandere!Teacher: *Takes the paper away and raises the grade just enough for their Darling to pass because of favoritism and rewriting the answers to make them correct enough to pass and gives the test back to Darling* My apologies, it seems I've made a mistake.

Himbo!/Bimbo!Student!Darling: Yay! I passed! 🤩

Also the concept of the other students witnessing the whole thing and not even minding it cause they also fell for their Himbo!/Bimbo!Student!Darling! Because of how charming, innocent, and naive they are over everything around them and even helping them with questions from teachers like:

Yandere!McGonagall: "What item cannot be conjured, mr/mrs reader?"

Himbo!/Bimbo!Student!Darling: 😶

Himbo!/Bimbo!Student!Darling: *Suddenly feels poking from next to them and glances at Hermine who gestures with their eyes to look at the paper she slid to them* Food!

Yandere!McGonagall: *Even though she noticed what was actually happening she only smiled proudly at her Darling* Correct. 5 points to (reader's) house.

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Yandere!Snape: What are fluxweed and Boomslang skin used for, mr/mrs reader?

Himbo!/Bimbo!Student!Darling: 💀

*Draco coughs out the answer behind you, trying to make it not obvious that he's helping you but Snape already knows what's going on*

Himbo!/Bimbo!Student!Darling: Polyjuice?

Yandere!Snape:....Correct

The students even help out with homework and tests if not even doing it for them instead and tricking the Darling into believing that they did all of the work by themselves, and the teachers/Dumbledore don't even care either!

The Himbo!/Bimbo!Student!Darling has no idea how much power they have over all of the faculty as well as the students just by existing, everything is handed to them without even knowing lmao

Ooohhhh~~ I absolutely love this!!!

I can’t help but imagine Himbo/Bimbo!Student!Reader having completely forgotten doing a piece of homework for whichever subject and tells the teacher or is trying to look for it in their school bag thinking they may have ended up doing it but just misplaced it only for the teacher or a student next to/near them to “find it” for them when in reality it’s a copied version that the teacher or student themself magically conjured up for the Reader to still get participation in the class with the added bonus of a passing grade.

I really love the idea of Himbo/Bimbo!Student!Reader knowing they aren’t very academically gifted or even the bare minimum and desperately wanting to try their best on their own but their just struggling so much. And everyone around them, teachers and students alike, just feel so bad seeing the poor Reader beating themself up about it but still trying to give it their best. That’s when ever so slowly the teachers and students individually come to their own conclusions of needing to help the Reader without making it seem like their doing it for them. The first time a teacher or student helped out the Reader, whether it was botching a grade or sneakily slipping a correct answer for the Reader to give, and the absolute beaming joy that Himbo/Bimbo!Reader radiated when they got something right or they got a good grade on something is more than enough for the teachers and students to do it all over again and again.

Like, I can’t help but imagine Himbo/Bimbo!Student!Reader staying up and studying in the library more often then not, the countless times Madam Pince or a school prefect has come across the Reader passed out with a pile of opened books scattered around them that could even put Hermione to shame and the poor Reader sleepily mumbling that they just need to keep studying for a few more minutes. But no matter how long the Reader forces themself to study or them even seeking out tutoring from their smartest classmates/fellow students, the Reader just can’t make any sense of the curriculum all on their own.

Just a thought but what if Himbo/Bimbo!Student!Reader is a pureblood who’s grown up all their life around magic and everything magic related and their parents being very strict/hard on the Reader to strive to be something great in the magical world. And that’s why they’re so distressed and trying their very best to study and at the very least get some kind of understanding or familiarity with their studies. Or maybe the Reader could even be muggle and still have an overbearing family who puts too much pressure on them when it comes to their academics. It started with their muggle studies growing up and has only gotten worse with their magical studies, at least Himbo/Bimbo!Student!Reader felt like they had more of a chance with their muggle studies but now they feel completely overwhelmed with everything going on around them in the magical world and are still trying to get their bearings but that doesn’t stop them from still going about being their happy go lucky and kind self.

Going with the Reader having an overbearing and academically strict family, imagine the yan!teachers’ and yan!students’ reactions to witnessing for themselves/hearing that the Reader’s boggart is their own parent being absolutely disappointed/angry with them for not being smarter, even going as far as calling the Reader a disappointment to the family for not doing better. The whole school would be ready to throw hands with the Reader’s parents.

#anxious answers #yandere harry potter #yandere harry potter concept #yandere concept

[zoe-oneesama]

@falchion0-0-1 I’m responding to you separately because a patron of mine had a similar concern so I’m just gonna screenshoot my response to them here.

They said “Didn’t Sabrina do that by herself?” (meaning didn’t Sabrina willingly volunteer to do Chloe’s work) and I said:

Basically Sabrina is ALSO a child who is learning what is right and wrong, what is normal and not normal, and for a really long time no one pointed out that the relationship between her and Chloe was not normal.

It was the responsibility of her parents, teachers, and other adults to take notice and then take steps to protect Sabrina. And at the very very VERY least, Bustier, Mendeleiev, and any other teachers should’ve put a stop to Chloe and Sabrina’s plagiarism if they care at all about either girl’s education.

Sabrina was Chloe’s victim in many ways and is only just recently realizing to what extent. The homework is just the tip of the iceberg, but it’s also a symptom of a greater disease. I don’t care what canon says - it’s not enough that Sabrina copied Chloe’s handwriting, there should’ve been plenty of things pointing to the obvious.

Sabrina and Chloe having the same answers.

Chloe’s homework being perfect but her monitored test scores being terrible.

The fact that Chloe openly discusses and brags about Sabrina doing her share of work.

It’s just too much for the teachers to reasonably play innocent here. I don’t buy that Bustier is only JUST finding out the freaking obvious. So I totally believe that the teachers knew but just don’t care or are too scared to do anything about it.

Which leaves Sabrina on her own.

Sabrina and Chloe shouldn’t be allowed to sit next to each other in class. Heck, they shouldn’t even BE in the same class. I got separated from my “best friend” in Kindergarden because her acting out made ME act out, and that was just about behaviors! We would’ve been put in different classes WAY sooner if grades were involved! So the only reasonable explanation is that the teachers are too scared of inuring the Wrath of Chloe and her Mayor Father, or pretending that nothing is happening (to Sabrina’s detriment) is just easiier.

Given how Bustier thinks Marinette should forgive and forget the bad things Chloe does despite bullying her for years, I think I can figure out why Bustier didn’t say anything about Sabrina and Chloe. After all,

All That is Necessary for Evil to Succeed is for Good People to Do Nothing. And Bustier did Nothing.

#'if sabrina shows chloe how to do it then she'll know exactly what to do!' #'the perfect little educational role model!' ~bustier probably #so disgusted when they had her dad support her being at chloe's beck and call #writing salt #ml salt #bustier salt

[riseofamoonycake]

So, I have an university exam in two weeks and even if I am a grown adult I would like to start crying like a baby, then I created this thing to give me energy.

Students of every level, it is all dedicated to us.

RoR characters dealing with a student!reader

Hades

Exigent and paternal at the same time. He wants you to do your best and sometimes keeps repeating to you to study study and study again... but he is also the type to sit near you and stay by your side while listening at you repeating the lesson, reassuring and comforting you, giving you a lot of advices to learn better and faster.

He surely brings you to the glory.

Kintoki

Very calm, he doesn't push you to do anything and smiles at you often, especially if he sees you nervous about the test. With every page you turn he showers you with sweets, pats on the head and back and reassurances. He asks you questions specifically to make you think and rewards you every time you know the answer. With him you come prepared to the exam… and probably saturated with sweets.

Confucius

The cheerleader. Confucius is always by your side to cheer you up: he brings you water and snacks, gives you a shoulder massage, asks you if everything is okay, if you are ready, if you feel calm, if something hurts… In the end, you have to gag and tie him up so you can study. And he even accepts, if he can still stay by your side and give you all his support. A good boy certified.

Also, the day of the exam, he nearly cries and screams your name like a mad man. A bit embarassing, but totally sweet.

Shiva

He does the lucky dances to help you, and the funny thing is that they work: or at least, they make you laugh so much that all the anxiety goes away and you find yourself learning everything without difficulty, with tranquility and quickly. The test goes great, and you had already guessed this, and now a new challenge presents itself: trying to slow down Shiva, because now he gives himself all the credit for the victory and doesn't want to listen to reason.

Okita

This golden child sits by your side and keeps you company every time you study, bobbing up and down with his adorable ponytail and baby-like smile as he listens to you repeat patiently. He often corrects you even if you say something wrong, or comments on your words and gives you an opinion on how you do repeat, if everything is clear or if you need to be more confident. A calming presence… but remember to take care of yourself, or he will tear you away from the books, dragging you away as soon as he gets tired and then forces you to follow him elsewhere.

Loki and Anubis

These two threaten professors and teachers that if they don't let you pass the exam, then they will be the ones who won't pass the night. Because of the study you cannot give them the attention they deserve, and this is already a huge affront; even more, if the professors don't let you pass, then they really asked for the war, and then the difficult thing will be to avoid a massacre and keep everyone safe.

Good luck.

Bishamonten and Benzaiten

Bishamonten is inflexible: he wants you to do your duty and well, he monitors your progress and questions you at the end of the day; however, once you have done your work, it allows you to relax and doesn't make you pull all-nighters, because he knows it is counterproductive, and rather pushes you to give your best during the moments when you are most active. Benzaiten, on the other hand, would do nothing but cuddle you and is sorry to see you bent over books for hours, so, like a good Goddess of Knowledge, she stands by you gently and gives you the energy you need. Often she and Bisha get into arguments because they have different visions of the matter, and then goodbye to study.

The Science Crew

Confucius pt. 2, especially Edison and Einstein, but there is also the ingenious component: together they do their utmost to teach you everything they know, repeat it a thousand times and make you learn it in a uncountable ways, until you know everything perfectly and, above all, you have learned it by reasoning. It will take time and in fact they are not in a hurry, what matters is that you understand the subject thoroughly and it is not something you learn just because you have to, and in this they prove to be excellent teachers, patient and proud. Whatever happens.

Adam

He is proud of you regardless, whether you pass the exam or not. He doesn't care that much, nothing, nothing could make him lose the respect he has for you. Studying isn't everything in life and not all of us have to succeed, for him it is enough to see your commitment, and how it goes, without too much drama.

Apollo

He doesn't care if you pass your test or not, but this god wants you not to forget to take care of yourself; therefore, while you study, he styles your hair, keeps you tidy, puts on your make-up, arranges your clothes, intersperses observations with beauty advice, and when necessary he lifts you by taking you under the armpits, takes you off the table and forces you to take a walk in nature, to regenerate yourself and let you breathe beneficial air. Every day he checks that you get enough sleep, that you don't forget to eat and drink, and that you take a relaxing bath to reward yourself. And if you don't, well, then he steps in. And at this point there's nothing you can do against him-

#record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #snv #ror #ror shiva #snv shiva #ror bishamonten #snv bishamonten #ror benzaiten #snv benzaiten #ror adam #snv adam #snv confucius #ror confucius #ror hades #snv hades #ror okita #snv okita #snv loki #ror loki #ror kintoki #snv kintoki #ror anubis #snv anubis #snv apollo #ror apollo #ror science crew

[star-going-supernova]

People have powers connected to their natural talents. Gregory is a natural born hacker; his power allows him to physically enter any kind of machine, no matter how simple or complicated and control them however he wishes. He can even change the programming/coding however he wants. He’s taken odd jobs to clean viruses from computers and fix faulty programming in faulty machines. The night he gets stuck in the Mega Pizzaplex, he knows exactly what to do.

This is the final tumblr generated prompt from the last round, number 66, and the prompt is from Hydrangea_Cherry9 on ao3! So, admittedly, this is probably the most I’ve diverged from a prompt so far because the tech stuff feels like it would fit better with Cassie, and I kinda had a different idea for Gregory. So basically, AU where everyone has one specific magic-esque power that they get as kids. I also took a bit of inspiration from that one post about little everyday magics. 

Child of Chaos

To the bewilderment of his parents, Gregory didn’t seem to have a magic ability. They usually started coming in when a child was five years old, so when he went unchanged, his parents assumed he’d be a late bloomer. By the time he was eight, and far past “late,” they assumed he had a weak or subtle power. Because surely it was impossible for someone to just not have one.

Gregory himself never seemed upset with his abject normality. Not when his dad used his ability—his cooking was always perfect—or his mom used hers—she could predict the weather down to the minute and degree—or his classmates all started showing theirs off in school. 

Like his best friend Cassie, who could slip her mind into whatever electronic device she was touching. Or Hunter, who had an internal clock and timer and stopwatch and alarm. And Lucy knew someone’s mood just from looking them in the eyes, and nothing Barry dropped, no matter how delicate, ever broke.

Gregory never complained or made faces or got frustrated with his friends. He shrugged when people asked about his magic, or lack thereof. He claimed to be totally unbothered by whatever obscure power he had that he’d yet to discover. 

What no one noticed was the glint in his eyes, the twitch of his secret smile. They didn’t recognize his apparent indifference as a mask or his non-answers as lies. He never teased or hinted at the truth, never countered the mocking remarks, never sought to prove them wrong. Because that would give it away.

It would have made sense, had anyone figured it out, that he held his silence so strictly. That he kept his chaos a secret.

When things went wrong, or even just not as expected—that was Gregory’s doing. His little bit of magic. It could be big or small; he was equally capable of making the entire school lose electricity as he was at making any small object go missing at an inconvenient time. 

It was a remarkable power to have in a day and age where most people’s magic affected only themselves or a very small area around them. But Gregory, at eight, decided he’d wanted a snow day instead of a test on Friday, and the skies had dumped four and a half feet of snow in a twenty mile radius around his house overnight. 

So of course his magic was his best kept secret. It wouldn’t do for people to be suspicious of him for every little thing that happened. He’d lose all his fun if adults knew the sort of chaos he caused that couldn’t be traced back to him, so long as his magic was unknown. 

And so it was that, standing in the pizzaplex, knowing there were animatronics hunting him down and a crazy killer out for his blood, Gregory grinned. His philosophy was that if anyone tried to ruin his day, he’d make theirs so much worse. 

Roxy couldn’t stop tripping over her own feet; Monty kept leaping headfirst into arcade machines and photo booths and walls; doors closed in Chica’s face without fail. The STAFF bots bumped into each other, potted plants, and during one memorable moment, caused a massive pileup in the theater hallways that entirely blocked the killer bunny lady from reaching him. 

Gregory had never had so many opportunities to cause chaos, and he was living for it. 

Moon got tangled in his wires, the elevators stopped working for anyone but Gregory, and Sun found himself locked in a closet. The DJ got stuck trying to climb out of his massive passageways, and he was left to watch Gregory cheerfully saunter from the arcade’s back room. 

But nothing was funnier than what his chaos did to his wannabe murderer. Chica ran into the bunny lady and sent them both tumbling down the long staircase in the lobby. Roxy accidentally bit her arm. Monty’s sharp nails snagged in her suit and shredded the front of it. The suit head got twisted and stuck, effectively blinding her. Moon mistook her for Gregory and tackled her. The blade of her knife fell off the handle. The lost and found door got jammed, locking her out as Gregory leisurely escaped via vent. 

Cackling after the latest mishap—she face-planted after a hapless wet floor sign bot trundled into her path—Gregory gleefully returned to Freddy. Even his kindly protector was chuckling. The killer lady, who had to have been pretty fed up with her rotten luck tonight, had yet to get up off the ground and now had a circle of concerned wet floor sign bots gathered around her. 

“It seems everyone is suffering from bad luck tonight,” Freddy commented as they left the atrium. “I have never seen my friends be so clumsy.” 

Gregory snickered, relaxed as ever in Freddy’s chest cavity. “Yeah, it’s like they’ve been cursed.” 

Freddy chuckled. “And thank goodness we have been spared,” he said, in a knowing sort of way. 

Gregory sat up a bit and blinked in surprise—no one had ever figured him out before, but then again, he’d never dealt out chaos quite like this before either. “I—”

“Your secret is safe with me, superstar,” Freddy gently interrupted him. 

After a moment of thought, Gregory slumped again with a rueful smile. He supposed he’d known he wouldn’t be able to hide his magic forever, and he couldn’t think of a better person to be the first to know. Cassie would probably be the second, honestly. 

“You’re not freaked out?” he asked. It wasn’t something he liked to admit to himself, that he was a little bit scared of potential reactions. He didn’t want to be blamed for every little thing, even inconveniences that he genuinely hadn’t caused, or for people to walk on eggshells around him, fearful of retribution. 

“Not at all.” The hatch opened, and Gregory didn’t resist when Freddy gently pulled him out and into his arms. “I do not believe you are the type of person to use such an ability to intentionally cause harm. And if I am being honest…” 

He paused as Roxy burst out of a door up ahead, only for her eyes to go dark with sudden blindness. She stumbled around, waving her arms in front of her. 

“They do deserve to be ‘cursed’ in this case,” Freddy finished, not without humor. 

Gregory laughed, and on cue, as Roxy whirled to face them, her legs locked up and she toppled over with a screech.

#fnaf fic #fnaf security breach #star's stories #life and times of star

[nordickies]

Welcome back! I missed your art a lot. I was scrolling through your posts and saw one post where you said that you have an unpopular dynamic for SuFin. If your dynamic for SuFin is based on their history together, I might have the same unpopular dynamic as you too.

I'm not a fan of the fanon SuFin that is perfectly wholesome and "the ideal relationship" because it ignores how history would have affected their relationship, and also has the uncomfortable implication that Finland enjoyed being under Swedish rule. I think that in the modern day, Finland would still struggle with feeling insecure and too competitive with Sweden. Sweden would be quite oblivious to Finland's feelings and offend him without realizing it. But that's my Swedish perspective on their relationship. What are your thoughts about their dynamic?

Thank you! Happy to see you as well! And yes, you're pretty close to how I view them! This is going to be a long one, so my answer will be under the cut <3

As a disclaimer; I will not judge or shame anyone for enjoying SuFin as the perfect domestic husbands with a dog and kids. Heal that inner child desperately clinging to happy fictional families, hehe. Besides, unless you ship a totally random crackship in this show, every single relationship is going to be flawed based on historical context. And at the end of the day, SuFin isn't even the worst case of this issue, so you can ship them without worrying about being "problematic" (whatever that word means nowadays). I'm just saying this because some people like to claim that SuFin is so inherently toxic, and I strongly disagree with that! There is no right or wrong way to enjoy these characters, and you can apply as much or as little historical context to the characters as you like. Have fun with them!

To me, ignoring all the historical context behind Finland's and Sweden's relationship would be impossible, though. We're talking about 600-700 years of living together and the additional 200+ years as separate countries. And I love overthinking things. Whether or not you like SuFin as a ship, you can't exactly ignore their shared past. I see the Nordics as a found family above all else. I really don't ship them with each other (but I don't judge those who do). Sweden and Finland are just kind of tricky because of the way the canon portrays their relationship. It's impossible to see it as purely brotherly. But I don't vibe with them being lovey-dovey husbands either. Best friends, sure, but then again, Finland and Sweden would have a different dynamic than Sweden has with Norway and Denmark. Or the dynamic Finland has with Estonia.

The way I see it is that they used to grow up as one, meaning that they both acted as the personification of the same land. Sweden was just in charge of the West, and Finland was in charge of the East. They both had similar responsibilities, jobs they were expected to do, and the people they were expected to obey. They really did everything together. And they were everything to each other because sometimes it felt like it was them against the rest of the world. And honestly, I don't see Finland as a subordinate to Sweden during those times. He was just extremely passive and ignored most of the time. But Finland's interests usually aligned with Sweden's, and he had complete trust in his ability to run things for both of them. But as time went on, his ability to trust was put to the test many times, which ultimately would cause problems in their relationship.

Eventually, they were separated by forces outside their control, and they had to figure out who they were without one another. And it must have been a traumatic situation for both of them. Until then, they didn't have to think about such things; they had always been together. But while Sweden lost his best friend/partner, Finland lost his entire identity. Obviously, as time went on, they both went in very different directions, which made them grow apart quite drastically. It definitely wasn't easy, and the pain caused by that situation made them even butt heads a few times. Ultimately, they made peace with it and could be friends again. Actually, they really needed that separation because otherwise, they would have never evolved as individuals. And their break made their relationship healthier and more equal. It just came with growing pains.

And yes, I agree with what you said. Because Finland has always had the shorter end of the stick, he feels a bit jealous. In his eyes, Sweden always got it so much easier. Also, figuring out his own identity was way harder for him once they got separated. He depended on Sweden a lot more. Fin did truly feel let down by him in the end, which made his relationship with Sweden for the following decades even saltier. For most of his life, he was seen as Sweden's eastern sidekick, so he sometimes tries to desperately create some distance between Swe and himself. He wants to be seen as his own person, and show his capabilities, which manifests in him being extremely stubborn. Ironically, he constantly compares himself to Sweden because that's how he measures his success. If Sweden can do this thing, he should too. And that's why Finland will get very passionate about any chance to be better than Sweden at something. In his eyes, it's the only way to measure his worth.

Sweden, on the other hand, can be oblivious to Finland's need to have his own thing. He doesn't get what's the issue since they used to be inseparable for so long. It's not malicious, but just a bit ignorant. He doesn't have similar experiences, so he doesn't really know how to relate to what Fin is going through. In some cases, Sweden can act annoying in Finland's eyes, being a bit patronizing or not understanding Finland's feelings. One moment, they might be fine, joking around - but then the next, Finland requires some time alone. It's confusing, but Sweden tries to understand it. He has learned that it's just better to give him his space and definitely don't try to solve Fin's problems. Swe has to kind of know his place with that one, even if it can be frustrating. Occasionally, he finds Finland's competitiveness and excitement over small wins a bit ridiculous, but he plays along. At the end of the day, Sweden understands why Finland has such mixed feelings about him. And he knows that in the past, he could have done way better, and he has lots of regrets about it.

It's definitely Finland who has the problems and insecurities in their relationship. Like, even if you think about the canon (which is rich coming from me), Finland is always clarifying that he's not affiliated with Sweden in a romantic sense while simultaneously defending everything Sweden does, telling everyone that they have misunderstood his sensitive persona. And Sweden silently suffers on the side, not wanting to push his boundaries or make Finland uncomfortable. 

But I don't want to make it seem like they don't get along - they absolutely do! Maybe being ridiculously close at times, communicating almost telepathically at this point. Not to mention their vast cooperation in work-related settings. So, whether or not Finland wants to create some distance - he can't. He always finds himself glued to Sweden's side, looking for warmth. And no matter how much Finland's competitiveness tires Sweden, he can't help but admire the persistence. Maybe they're one of the things they both actually deep down like about each other; who knows. There are no hard feelings between these two, though sometimes, the old pain and confusion might pop up in unexpected situations. But in the end, they always work through it.

I think that Finland does legitimately love Sweden, but due to their shared history, he gets uncomfortable with how others might view their relationship. It would be fine if it were literally anyone else than Sweden he had these feelings for. I can see them having some kind of romantic relationship, but it would be very private and a topic they don't like publically discussing. That doesn't mean they're the best at hiding it, though.

Anyway, that's how I view it. I have to say, I do like SuFin as a ship nowadays. It's cute! And a source of endless possibilities. I just don't like reducing Finland and Sweden to "the married couple," especially when my blog is about all of the Nordics. There is so much more to discuss about these two, so many sides people rarely explore. That's why I like to focus on their lives and personalities outside of their romantic relationship. It could also be because I'm not a passionate shipper overall. Or because it's hard to find non-SuFin content out there. But, even with that said, exploring SuFin from time to time is fine. Discussing headcanons for them is fine! They're allowed to exist as a ship in this blog. But I don't want it to be the only thing they're defined by. Let them have a life outside of each other! <3

#hws sweden #hws finland #sufin #headcanons #culture/history stuff #nordickies nationverse au

[hrrorflm]

I want to hear you.

Sebastian Vettel x fem!reader.

Warnings: fluff, a lot of fluff, English isn't my first language, age gap, slight mentions of sex.

It had been a pair of difficult days for you, between school and the problems at home, aside your own problems between missing Sebastian for his job and your insecurities hitting all the time for feeling not being enough as a friend and a girlfriend, everything makes you feel bad and sad. At least today was friday, which means you can be able to have some rest from the major part of your responsabilities and enjoy some time for yourself but still something was bother you. And the fact of your mother taking it out on you for a fight with her boyfriend was not the way you wanted to be welcomed home after a very long and tiring day.

The walk to your room feels like you're walking a hundred miles, until you finally walk in and the tears begin to roll down your cheeks, the low sobs and the pounding of your fists against your legs become all you can think about. Dropping the backpack on the floor, the best thing you can do is shorten the distance between your tired body and the bed, just to drop there and hug yourself. How much you wish you were in Sebastian's arms right now, listening to his soft, calm voice with that accent you can still make out perfectly, taunting him every time he tries to hide it and it comes out.

There is nothing in the world that can make you feel happier and safer than Sebastian, listening to him talk to you, whispering sweet words in your ear and putting his arms around you every time he is close to you. And like a divine sign, or maybe a special connection that binds you to him, the phone in your room starts ringing, not wanting to disturb anyone you pick up the receiver and answer, trying to hide that you've been crying.

"Hello".

"Honey, what's wrong? Did something happen? Are you okay?" The tone in Sebastian's voice lets you see that he's worried about you, so trying to calm your breathing and sobs, you answer a little more calmly, "It's just, it's just that I've had a rough couple of days, and I miss you. It's been so hard being away from you, without you, I needed to hear your voice."

"My voice?" A soft laugh is heard on the other end and a small smile is inevitable on your face, for which you immediately respond "Don't laugh! I like hearing your voice, it's like a calming." Sebastian can guess that there's a smile on your face, and that makes him feel better after hearing you cry at first. "Why? I sure sound like an idiot, love", he's trying to make you laugh, cheer you up, you know it perfectly. That's how he is, always wanting the best for you. "I like listening to you because you transmit peace to me, and it reminds me of the first time we met, it was the strangest thing in the world."

The first time they met, Sebastian walked into the same bakery you were in, quite a coincidence. And his gaze, unable to move away from you at all times even though he avoided your gaze every time you tried to catch him, led you to ask him not very nicely if he was looking for something or if he knew you. The blush on his face and the multiple hasty apologies he told you was the funniest thing about it, and the fact that you looked too young in that short pink dress didn't helped at all, but his voice was definitely the icing on the cake, because even though he looked very embarrassed, his voice remained calm.

The silence that existed between you for a couple of seconds was the key for him to ask about your state of mind. "May I ask why the love of my life was crying?" sounds sweet, kind, and you're totally grateful.

"A fight with mom, I've been feeling so stressed with homework and tests, and I've felt so left out by my friends, I don't know, maybe I'm just overthinking."

"Did your mother get mad at you, love?" Sebastian knew perfectly well that your mother suffered from bipolar disorder, and that sometimes that didn't turn out well for you because you were the one who had to deal with the constant mood swings, which also ended up for affecting you.

"I think so, she had an argument with her boyfriend, I don't know, but I was there to take out her anger so I ended up paying the piper" you shrugged even if he couldn't see it, but it was something he figured you would, after all, he knew you like the back of his hand.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart, but you'll see that with the new treatment your mother will feel better in less than you think," he murmured softly, hoping that would calm you down a bit.

"I know, I just wish she realized that all of that hurts me, and who he should be mad at doesn't," the helplessness in your voice makes Sebastian sigh. Sometimes all he wants is to take you everywhere and keep you happy and safe. Your voice comes back through the earpiece "but thank you, my love, thank you for listening to me."

"You know I do it because I love you" his sweet voice reaches your heart, and that makes you smile. "Hey, I know something that will cheer you up", opting to change the topic of conversation to not continue on it, his voice takes on a playful and hoarse tone, so you can already guess what it is going to be about.

"Sebastian, I'm not going to do that to you again! Last time I couldn't stop laughing and I almost got caught", her laughter soon becomes present and you catch it, remembering the first time they tried to have a sex call.

"Why not? You don't like me anymore? Surely you have a new boyfriend and that's why you don't want to do it", you know he must be making a dramatic gesture with his face because his voice is totally a mess trying to hide his laughter, and your cheeks are colored a soft red.

"Yes, he does it to me like a god every time we see each other, but that happens every two weeks" your giggle makes him smile and his ego feels alluded to by what you just said, so the call continues like this, between laughter and an occasional attempt by Sebastian to ask you what you're wearing.

There is nothing better in the world than listening to your boyfriend, and even more so when he encourages you not to fall, worrying about you and listening to you every time, reminding you how much he loves you and how important you are to him.

#Sebastian Vettel #Sebastian Vettel x reader #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #sebastian vettel x you #red bull racing #Reader

[wwinterwitch]

Hi, i was wondering if you could write something for Eddie Munson? My idea is that reader is one of the popular girls at school and Eddie is totally in love with her (even tho he hates himself for that fact) but he's certain that she doesn't even know who he is, much less would spare him the time of her day. However, one day he pisses off the wrong jock and they end up beating him up when no one is around. Reader finds him later, injured and trying to take care of himself while failing miserably, and for his surprise she helps him out, takes care of his wounds and is genuinely worried. Then maybe Eddie gets a bit emotional? I feel like he would be the type of person who doesn't get that kind of care often. And maybe after that reader sticks by him at school and at first he's trying to not be seen with her because he's worried his presence will stain her reputation, but she just reassures him that she doesn't care what others think, and he only falls more... Sorry that got a bit big, but I love your writing <3

STOP I LOVED THIS IDEA!! you can tell I got a little carried away with this but it was just so good and eddie is so cute and i'm so in love with him. Hope y'all like this (and maybe I can do a part 2??? idk you guys let me know)

**gif is not mine!! if you know who it belongs to let me know to credit them

THE QUEEN AND THE FREAK

summary: eddie never expected the girl he liked to notice him, yet there she was, willing to be his friend despite belonging to very different groups (part 2 here)

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: popular/loser trope, mentions of blood and injuries, reader takes care of eddie's wounds, angst, eddie is a sweetheart, fluff, strangers to friends to kinda lovers?, high schoolers being assholes, mentions of stereotypes, a bit of flirting, more angst, reader is 18

a reblog and/or comment is always appreciated!

At first, Eddie Munson thought you were a stuck-up bitch. How could you not be? Captain of the cheerleaders, most popular girl in school and top student. You and your group of popular kids is practically the personification of everything he hates.

But much to his despair, the more he started to acknowledge you, he couldn't help but notice other things. The way you would tap your foot repeatedly during the entire duration of a test because, maybe, you had all this pressure on yourself to always get the best grades. Or the way you would cover your mouth when you laughed. Or how you would walk inside a classroom and suddenly nothing else mattered but you.

He hates this. He hates himself for noticing those things and enjoy them. He hates himself for thinking you looked so cute doing that silly cheerleader routing he shouldn't find enjoyable, yet there he is sitting on the bleachers just to look at you. He hates he can't seem to get you out of his head.

And it was all so stupid. Because why did he have to fall for the one girl who would never in a million years like him back? You're just so different from him, you probably don't even know he exists.

He feels pathetic because he really wants to hate you, but in reality he just hates the fact that he's so into you. It was almost like the universe was trying to piss him off. Always hating the popular crowd, now he's punished by liking one of said crowd.

And as if things couldn't get any worse for him, right after lunch he had a fight with a group of idiots from the basketball team. He was unlucky enough to find himself alone against them, so it was evident this time it'd be a fight he wasn't going to win.

He was by his locker when he heard someone walking down the hall towards where he was, forcing him to lean into his open locker to cover the wounds on his face.

"Are you okay?" he heard a voice asking. At that moment, he couldn't believe who was standing right next to him.

Instead of answering like a normal human being, Eddie stood there like a complete weirdo, staring at you in disbelief. He never imagined he would have the chance to talk to you. Evidently, you looked even more concerned when you noticed the state he was in. "Who did this to you?"

"It's...nothing," he muttered.

"Doesn't look like nothing," you insisted. "Did you go see the nurse?"

His silence was enough answer for you. Sighing, you gently closed his locker and grabbed his arm, guiding him to the nearest bathroom. You poked your head inside to make sure no one was inside before the two of you entered.

Eddie didn't complain about you dragging him away from his locker, his heart beating rapidly against his chest when it was just the two of you inside that bathroom. Did he have a concussion that it's making him fantasize about you? It's the only explanation as to why your standing here with him.

He watched in silence as you grabbed a piece of paper towel and damped it with water, walking closer to him. Without warning, you grabbed his face to gently move it to the side, starting to carefully press the paper towel against his left brow.

You didn't move your hand away from his chin, keeping him in place. The gesture of you willingly helping him out and the fact that you're so close was slowly driving him insane. This is all too good to be true.

Your hands were incredibly soft and you were being so gentle with him, it was hard for him not so stare at you, though he had to look away so you wouldn't think he was weird or anything. The feeling of someone touching him, even as superficial and insignificant at this, meant the actual world to him. He rarely ever gets that, especially from a girl he secretly has a crush on. It made him realize just how touch-starved he actually is, almost wishing you would never move away from him. Jeez, he was almost grateful he got beat up because that means being alone with you in a bathroom.

"You should get this disinfected," you commented, just to make some sort of conversation.

"Yeah," was all he could say, much focused on the fact that you were standing just inches away from him and he couldn't do nothing else but stare and suffer in silence because despite wanting to convince himself otherwise, he needed some much more from this moment.

You continued cleaning as much of the dry blood you could from his face, cleaning his left brow and a small cut on his cheek. Then, you grabbed another paper towel and began gently cleaning the cut on the side of his lip. That instantly made him flinch, not because he was hurt or because he didn't want you near, but because he genuinely didn't now how to react.

"Sorry, did that hurt?" you asked, unaware that his reaction had nothing to do with the injury itself.

"A little," he lied. "It's fine, though."

With that said, you continued to clean the dry blood on the side of his lip, making sure to be extra careful to avoid hurting him again. Now this is both the best and worst moment of his life. He's just inches from your face, and you're concentrating on his lips as you clean his wounds, and he just wishes this could be different. That you're not here with him to help him out with his injuries. He liked to imagine that you two had sneaked out of class and now you were about to kiss him, and he could stay inside this bathroom with you for as long as he wanted. And that you wanted to stay here with him, too. But it was all too good to be true. You're here just to help him, and he can't lean in those extra inches to kiss you, nor he can wrap his arms around you to pull you close. This doesn't mean a thing.

Of course, you were unaware of the scenario he was picturing inside his head. And you didn't notice how disappointed and hopeless he looked when you pulled away from him and disposed the paper towel by throwing it in the trashcan behind you.

"That's better," you commented with a smile, scanning his face. He just felt so vulnerable now, having you look at him like that with those beautiful eyes and that gorgeous smile...you'll be the death of him.

Before he could thank you, the door of the bathroom opened and he was once again dragged by you, this time inside a stool. He understood what you were doing, putting his feet up the toilet as you closed the stool's door behind you.

"Hey, are you okay in there?" you immediately recognized the voice of one of your friends asking. "Mrs. Downey told me to check on you because you were taking too long."

"Uh, yeah. I'm fine!" you quickly replied, exchanging a look with Eddie. "Just...I don't think I'll be able to get back to class. Would you tell Mrs. Downey I'm not going to be back?"

"Sure, do you need anything? Maybe someone can come pick you up?"

"No, don't worry. I just need to stay here for a bit. I'll maybe go to the nurse if I feel worse."

"Okay. You want me to get your things after this period ends?"

"Yes, please. I think I'll be okay to go to English later."

"Alright, see you then. I'll come check on you during break to see if you need anything, okay?"

"Okay, thanks! You're the best."

You and Eddie heard the bathroom door opening and closing again, the bathroom once again in complete silence. You waited a few seconds before opening the door to check your friend was indeed gone before turning back to Eddie. "That was close," you chuckled.

The two of you walked outside the stool and Eddie, feeling a lot more comfortable around you said, "Who would've thought someone like you would be the type to sneak out of class?"

"Someone like me?" you asked, a smile on your face still. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"You know, the queen of Hawkins High breaking the rules...sounds hard to believe."

You couldn't hold back your laughter, which instantly made Eddie smile. He just managed to make you laugh. You were laughing because of something he said. He made you laugh.

"Well, there's a first time for everything," you shrugged. "It's...Eddie, right?"

The way his name sounded coming from your lips has got to be his new favorite sound ever. Oh, how he would love to hear you call his name over and over... "Uh...yeah, it is," he replied a bit shy, scratching the back of his neck just to do something that would distract him from his thoughts. "Didn't think you would know my name."

"Of course I know your name, we share almost every class. Besides, a guy like you is hard to ignore."

"Is that so?"

You let out a quick nervous laugh after realizing how that sounded like, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink. God, this guy was charming. "I mean, you have a style that stands out. The, uh...you know, the hair and the leather jacket."

"Oh, yeah...I guess."

"I meant that in a good way," you quickly explained when you noticed he couldn't tell if that was an insult or a compliment. "You stand out in a good way."

His smile instantly appears on his face again. "Well, that's good to hear."

"Don't let that get to your head."

"Sorry, too late. That made my ego about...ten times bigger."

Once again, he made you laugh. "You're so not like I thought you were."

"And you're nothing like I expected either."

"I hope you mean that in a good way?"

"I mean that in the best of ways."

Eddie was beyond happy to notice your cheeks turning an ever darker shade of pink after his comment, noticing just by your body language that he was making you nervous. It's the only explanation as to why you seem to fidget with your fingers so much or why you would shift the weight of your body from one side to the other.

"As much as I'd like to stay here talking to you, I think you really need to go see the nurse," you commented, once again checking the injuries on his face.

"Glad to know I'm such a good company," he teased again. "I was actually heading back home before you found me."

"But we have English and then History before school's over..." you said as if it was obvious that he couldn't leave.

"Now that right there was adorable," he commented with a laugh. It was almost as if he managed to turn the entire situation around, leaving you to be the one all flustered.

"Okay, I get it," you said, pretending to be annoyed by all the teasing. Deep down, you couldn't get enough of it. Since when Eddie Munson, the outcast no one wanted to be around, was so incredibly charming? There's just no other way you can describe him. "I can give you my notes tomorrow, then."

That took him by surprise. He wasn't expecting to be a "tomorrow" between the two of you. He just assumed this would be the very last time you'd ever talk to each other. "Uh, that'd be awesome...thanks– and thanks for all of this. You didn't really have to."

"Oh, don't worry. I'm glad whatever happened wasn't that serious...I hope. But please, make sure–"

"To disinfect the wounds. I know, I know," he interrupted. He wasn't going to show it, but he couldn't get enough of you looking so worried about him. Taking that as the end of the conversation, the two of you walked to the bathroom door. Eddie opened it for you, waiting for you to walk outside before he did.

"See you tomorrow," you said a way to say goodbye. Once again, Eddie was surprised to hear you say that.

"See you tomorrow," he replied, much to his disbelief.

..

You and your group were chatting outside of school by the cars of various guys from the basketball team. School wasn't going to start just yet, so you and your friends decided to hang out there in the meantime.

A few minutes passed before you watched a truck park relatively close to where you were all standing, noticing Eddie getting off the vehicle.

You were glad to notice his wounds were better, though you noticed a bit of bruising that wasn't there yesterday. Still, you almost felt butterflies at the sight of him. He just left such a good impression on you...it was practically impossible not to replay in your your head the conversation the two of you shared yesterday. It lasted just minutes but it was so meaningful at the same time.

He noticed you were there with your friends, and you were disappointed to watch him just walk away without even saying hello. Not like he owe it to you, but you were expecting at least something.

A few of your friends muttered things when they saw him, probably just being mean and making fun of him like they tend to do. You ignored them, excusing yourself to walk up to him.

You noticed he was quite surprised when he noticed you walking next to him. Almost immediately, everyone around the two of you turned to look at the scene. What were you even doing with him? Two of the most opposite people ever were suddenly...friends?

The town you live in is impossibly small, so watching the biggest loser in school managing to befriend the prettiest and most popular girl is school is something almost unthinkable. Everyone were so obsessed with status and the "food chain" inside Hawkins High, they just couldn't believe this was happening.

"How are you feeling?" was the first thing you asked him, ignoring all the staring. You figured this would happen, but you decided not to care.

"Uh, fine," he muttered, visibly confused.

"Is...something wrong?"

"No, no. It's just...well, I didn't think you'd want to talk to me with so many people around," he confessed. The look on his face was both adorable and heart breaking. He just looked lost.

Of course he was happy to see you and to talk to you, especially because it is you the one approaching him. But all the way from his trailer to school, he braced himself to be completely ignored by you all day until maybe you get an opportunity to be alone to talk.

"Why wouldn't I talk to you? I mean, we are sort of...friends, right?" you asked, also looking relatively lost. "I'm sorry, I thought you–"

"No, I'm sorry. I'm just stupid like that," he interrupted. "I thought you would be embarrassed or something. Being around the school's freak and all."

"You need to stop with all of that! Seriously, you put yourself down too much."

It was easier said than done. All he has ever known is putting himself down. He acts all tough and mean, but in reality he can be really insecure– especially when it comes to you. He's always seen as the freak, the stupid guy who can't seem to graduate, the satanic-worshipper because he plays D&D. All he sees is people hating him and putting him down so, eventually, he just started to believe that's all he was. A complete failure.

Noticing he wasn't talking, you put a hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner, which made everyone around you even more shocked. These people were in dying need of a hobby.

"Look, I really like you. I don't care if we get dirty looks all the time or whatever. You're really nice, so I honestly can handle all the staring," you added. "Besides, I still have to hand you my notes from yesterday."

The last part was in hopes to get him to smile, which you actually achieved. You quickly handed him your notes and he gladly took them. "Thanks."

"No problem. Though I feel like I just gave you more reasons to skip class."

"Yeah, now you'll never see me in a classroom ever again."

The comment made you laugh. "Hopefully you don't disappear on me just like that."

You two reached the school's doors and, once again, he made sure to open the door for you. Before he could reply to your last comment, the bell rang, indicating it was time to get to class. "I'll see you later. Uh, maybe we can have lunch together? I mean, if that's okay with you."

"Yeah, sure. I'd like that," he replied, genuinely shocked you were so willing to spend time with him.

You gave him one last smile before walking down the hall to get to your first class. Eddie just stood there, watching you walk away, thinking to himself what the hell is happening.

Since when did he get so lucky?

And from that moment on, he would wonder that every single day. Because with each day that passed, the two of you became very good friends, something no one could fully comprehend. Not even him could wrap his head around it, though you were always there to remind him he is worth your time, and that you genuinely want to be his friend.

It was impossible for him not to adore you even more. Because ever since that day you found him by his locker, you would always defend him from your friends when they decided to pick on him, even when it was evident a guy like Eddie didn't really need much protection from bullies. Because you would always send a smile his way as you mutter a quick "hi", or even stop to have a brief conversation before class if you ever saw him in the hall, not caring if your friends were there to witness that. Because you always offered him your notes whenever he'd skip a class. Because you would agree to try to understand what was D&D all about and, in return, he would sit and watch all the cheerleader routines you had in mind before presenting them to your team.

Eddie was so wrong about you. He thought you were nice, only to find you were much nicer. He thought you were pretty, only to find you are the most beautiful person he has ever met in his life. You are perfect and it's slowly killing him, because right now he couldn't possibly be more in love with you.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things season four #stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things x reader

[abirddogmoment]

A lot about Mav's decline and a little about how it makes me look at Rory.

I didn't talk about it very much here, but Mav was really subtle in his signs of pain when he was declining from his spine injury. Some of the things that tipped me off were changes to his gait, lower tailset, slower movement, reluctance/slowness getting on or off furniture, and needing extra cuddling. These things could easily be brushed off as him being tired or him being disinterested, and it really made me doubt what I was seeing.

I was sure Mav had something really wrong with him, but it was so hard to convince the vet of that. She said things like "are you sure you didn't just train him not to jump on the furniture?" and "sometimes dogs slow down as they age", meaning well but ultimately making things a lot harder for me. This, coupled with Mav's happiness at the vet and overall stoic personality, gaslit me into thinking I was imagining things. I googled things like "munchausen by proxy symptoms" because I needed to know if I was the real problem.

When Mav went for his OFA hips and elbow rads, I had them take spine rads as well, hoping it would answer my question and help find out what was wrong with him. When his rads came back normal, I cried. It was partly in relief that it wasn't something structural, but also partly desperation that I couldn't prove something was wrong.

I pushed my vet to refer Mav for a neuro consult. It took four months to get her to agree and then for the neuro clinic to schedule Mav in. In that time, I started tracking his decline with a special quality of life chart I made specifically for him. It showed a degeneration of his QOL, but I still thought maybe I was dramatizing things and imagining it.

When Mav went for his neuro consult, they took him back for tests for ten minutes, then came back and solemnly told me they were certain his problem was neurological. They then asked me if they could take him back and let their vet students do the (non-invasive) tests on him for practice because he was such a happy dog. Of course I said yes.

They told me he wasn't a good candidate for surgery. I could do an MRI, but it would be expensive and wouldn't add much besides a formal diagnosis. They recommended palliative care.

I sobbed while driving home. Part of it was relief that I finally knew I wasn't imagining things. Most of it was heartbreak.

I scrutinized Mav's final decline because I couldn't let him suffer. I had hard lines ("when he can't run" and "when the painkillers stop working") and he reached those, but he was still so happy. He still had so much joy in his life. I made the call anyway.

The day came. He trotted into the vet's office like he was meeting his best friend at a restaurant. The vet carried him back to get a port and he wagged his tail the whole time. He scarfed down an entire fistful of cookies.

It was still, without a single doubt, the right choice for Maverick. I have thought about it from every angle, torn apart every single decision, and there's nothing I would do differently if I could go back and do it all again.

Now Rory came to me with a weird gait. She came to me with occasional dorsal shivers (the skin thing horses do) and extremely occasionally bunny hops while running. Not enough for me to think there's something seriously wrong with her, but enough for me to send videos to her breeder. I tried to believe it was just a symptom of puppy uglies or that she just needed more time to grow gracefully.

I debated it for two months, but I finally took Rory for an assessment at a sports physio vet here in town. When I filled out the intake form, I made it clear that I could be concerned over nothing, that this could be a waste of $85 and an hour of our time.

She scheduled us in, did her hands on assessment, and found a knot in Rory's thigh. She gave us some stretches and we have a few more rechecks, but Rory should be totally fine and her gait should improved within the week. All the symptoms point towards a longterm overcompensation to reduce weight on her one leg.

I felt so stupid going into the sports vet today. I almost cancelled my appointment twice because I was sure I was imagining things. Even when she was examining Rory, I was preparing my apology for wasting her time.

Rory is going to feel better. She's going to get to grow up without the effects caused from an overcompensation from shifting her weight in a weird way. She probably would've been fine even without the appointment, but she's going to be even better now.

It's a whole lot of text to say something cliché like trust your instincts or don't overthink it, but it is what it is.

#dogblr #about mav #about aurora #tw sick dog #(mav not rory) #tw euthanasia #mav memories #if im missing a tw tag just let me know #anyway this post is mostly so i can go back later #the next time im doubting myself #and remember that my brain is mean to me and i can just....... trust...... my eyeballs......

[sweetnsour1]

5:47:01

Fluff, Bakugou x g/n reader, part 1 of ?

Your jaw was clenched and you tried your hardest to keep your bottom lip from jutting out as you stared down at the pitiful sight in front of you. The line of red was clear and nearly enough to bring tears of frustration to your eyes, but…no matter how strong you were, or how hard you tried, there was just no way to alter the decided outcome laying right in front of you.

“Y/n! Dude…you’re totally ignoring me.”

Kaminari waved around a paper with a very visible C+. You tried to smile, but it quickly faded when your eyes fell back to your own desk. You hated this…the grade, but also that haunting feel of not doing your best. He grabbed your shoulder, rocking you side to side.

“Hey! I’m tryingggg to brag about how good I did on my test because of you. Although, you totally could’ve been less mean-Dude, what’s wrong?” You didn’t answer. He rested his chin on the top of your head. “Ugh, nothing. You did amazing as usual.” He laughed and snatched the paper.

“I did not do amazing.” You jumped up, but he kept running. He hopped onto a desk, holding it just out of your reach. He checked the grade on it before sticking his tongue out at you.

“You got another A.”

“Ugh, I know what it says. It’s just…not A enough. You know?”

“No? How can it be-“ His words turned into a yelp as the owner of the desk finally lost his patience.

Bakugou grabbed Kaminari by the collar of his uniform, looking just like a cat scolding a kitten. The sight never failed to make you laugh…even now when you felt like you sucked. He plucked your paper from Kaminari’s hands, holding him a few inches above the ground. He didn’t release him until the stun gun hero had stopped flailing his legs…which was potentially thoughtful of him?

“Go fuck around on your own desk, idiot.” He nudged Kaminari away.

“Don’t be so rough, man. You’re gonna accidentally give me a kink or something.” You both laughed as Bakugou’s blush showed up quicker than his glare. Kaminari hurried off to his desk, making sure to take a route that placed Kirishima between him and his potential threat.

Bakugou’s glare was gone when he turned back to face you. He maybe kind of looked pretty fucking cute with the blush still covering him. Your eyes moved up his cheeks to land on his…One of his eyebrows shot up and his head tilted, but he didn’t look away. You felt a heat spread across your own face. How the fuck could he, of all fucking people, be making you feel things like an idiot? You heard the rustling of paper and looked down to see your test in the air between you.

“You’ll never beat me with shit like this.” Your mouth fell open for a moment. He was grinning like such an asshole.

“Yea, I fucking know.” You snatched the paper back.

“Should’ve come to my room instead of his.” Your mouth fell open again. “Fix your face. I meant to fuckin’ study.” You frowned.

“Yea, I assumed to study. I was just surprised you offered.”

“Oh.” Your gaze was fixed on that stupid minus next to that not so stupid letter.

“What else would I go to your room for?” He didn’t answer, so you risked looking at him again. Your eyes widened when you saw his pretty face was now a much darker shade of pink than before.

Masterlist

Wrote this on my lunch break. I’ll check for edits after school, but that was a fun time challenge.

Edit: edited! lol why didn’t any of you tell me y/n snatched the paper twice smdh

#bakugou x y/n #Bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou #bnha fluff #Bakugou fluff #bnha #mha #mha fluff #bnha bakugou #kaminari fluff #Kaminari

[gingerylangylang1979]

Carmy and Claire... ooof

I’m just gonna get into it. 

She tried to be Carmy’s Pete

I feel like Claire is supposed to be Carmy’s Pete, but it doesn’t work because Carmy is not Sugar. I was searching for a parallel to how they were trying to show Claire as a balancing force for Carmy. Which I get. Opposites attract. You see that with Nat and Pete but for some reason it doesn’t work with Carmy because he is so much more ill adjusted than Sugar. Claire, despite being super understanding, also never saw the worst of Carmy. He reserved the worst for the restaurant and used her as an escape. He reserved the worst for Sydney. So Claire was never truly tested or trusted to see it all so of course she easily loved him. They never argued. I did like the softness and gentleness we saw. Carmy needs that, but it just wasn’t totally honest because they were in the honeymoon phase and he was on best behavior just for her. What if she was struggling at some point, would he be able to be there for her in the same way? No. I think this was a perfect example of a woman thinking she can fix a man. The problem is she never saw how deeply he is broken. 

Carmy created a love bubble

Carmy never set boundaries and said this is what I can give while I’m on this new project. So she got a false sense of what his world really is and what his priorities needed to be. She has a busy job too but it seemed he accommodated her so in a sense she never really saw the actual reality of them both working like crazy and him coming home stressed. He created a bubble of perfection with her at the center that was never going to be sustainable. 

The whole portrayal was lame. 

Not gonna lie, I did like seeing romantic Carmy, for personal reasons. If my one positive takeaway is yes he wants to fuck women, yes he can be gentle, that’s a win for me. BUT the overall tone just wasn't hitting. Which gets to a bigger gripe about the tone of most of the episodes not hitting for me. It felt very primetime drama for me with the dialogue equivalent to a teen show. They even went to what looked like a frat party. Her lines were very, “I’m the perfect, quirky, understanding girl with no problems of my own,” and he got throwaways like, “She’s so great it scares me.” Just really mediocre compared to dialogue we’ve seen written for this show. And the fireworks kiss? Come on! I was expecting running in the rain to happen at any moment. I couldn’t tell if the writers wanted me to be invested in them or not. I guess maybe they were trying to make a reliving of Carmy’s lost youth, quite literally? I dunno. It felt sweet at times but also just super corny and out of place on this show. 

Is she a pick me? 

I actually hate this term. I feel it’s used so flippantly and can be hurled at any woman like a slur. But saying it defines what I mean so forgive me. Claire got the red flag literally from day one. He gave her the wrong number but she still pursued him. She questioned him on it a few times until she got a real answer but his answer was kind of bland. He just said I like you so much and don’t want to mess up. I dunno, when I’ve heard that from a man in the past, they usually do mess the fuck up, big time. This is their way of letting you know. She obviously didn’t ask to define the relationship. Carmy works it out with the crew so they never had the conversation with each other. The whole girlfriend/girl who is a friend thing was so lame for a grown adult man to need to ask about. Sydney was right to punk him and be like which is it? Exactly how important is this? So was Claire never questioning what they were this whole time? She said I love you to him first, I think? She said it on the voice message, which I thought was a bit bizarre. He said he loved her to other people but we never saw him say it to her face. I think it was just really strange that we never got a scene of them saying it to each other. Sorry, I’m old fashioned, the man needs to say it first, to a woman’s face. I feel this is one step away from a woman proposing to a man which is also a no for me. 

I didn’t understand the family connection 

They all know her yet we hear nothing about her from them and Carmy has been home quite awhile at this point. Fak has her number? They call her Claire Bear? They don’t call anyone not immediate family Bear so why does she get that? Because it rhymes? Eeek. She is supposedly so close with them all but we never see them interact with her until she dates Carmy? Sugar never mentioned her. Did he have a crush in high school or did he just wish they were friends before? When Mikey, Richie, and Fak try to push her on him at Christmas he seems really disinterested. Was it just a self esteem thing, that he was put on the spot, he didn’t want a relationship, or just didn’t have a crush on her like that? It’s really unclear what that was about. And then she knows about The Bear name but he says he wishes she talked to him more. So when was this conversation? It’s just really sloppy and none of the details align. Everyone treats her like she was so close to the family but there’s no real evidence of that from the past that makes any sense. I’ve seen some fans say Carmy connected her with his family trauma and that’s why it can’t work. I don’t really get that. Maybe that’s what they tried to write but I’m not getting how when it seems the family connection is just them trying to set him up with her. Am I missing something?

Will they explore this again?

I think it’s hard to tell. It is interesting that they started in the refrigerated section and it ended because Carmy was trapped in a fridge. Cold, literally. The use of the blue light when they were in bed and the blue light when Carmy was trapped was interesting. Does it mean finality? I don’t know. She didn’t even get a last name. They didn’t really end it face to face. Would they explore it again if Carmy is more stable? At this point I have no idea what they intend but I can’t conclude it’s done, done. Overall, the fan reactions have been negative. I’m not sure if the show cares or not. If I were her I would stay away. Repeat relationships rarely work out because trust is broken. How would she be able to trust Carmy again? Even if feelings are still there I would feel duped if I were her. 

Thoughts?

#carmy berzatto #the bear fx #claire the bear #the bear season 2

[janetbrown711]

A Better (not) Son or Daughter

MK has been acting like a "goody two shoes" at school and it really starts to get on Mei's nerves until she finally reaches her breaking point

tw for the besties fighting, minor fantasy racism, and anxious mental breakdowns

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 8.5 Part 9 Part 10 Part 10.5 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

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Mei wasn’t liking how MK was acting at school as of late.

There was just something… weird about it– something wrong about it.

Like how during math class, he started not glancing at Mei’s answers, or at lunch he’d keep quiet, or how during PE he just started laughing along to Qiang’s stupid jokes– and on top of all that she could actively see him hiding or stopping his numerous little fidgets he did during the day.

It was weird!

Of course the teachers didn’t seem to notice the negative behavior, even praising him for “being more focused” which was totally weird because if Mei knew one thing it was that her best friend struggled with focusing just as much as she did (if not more). Of course, his grades were still not the greatest, but he was starting to get C+s and B-s, which made Pigsy proud.

MK really liked making Pigsy proud, so at least he was happy, but… but still. It was weird, and Mei didn’t like it.

What probably frustrated her the most was how she couldn’t even talk about it without sounding crazy or jealous. Like– “Wow Mei, way to be happy that your best friend is getting good grades and is getting your guardian’s approval. You’re such a good friend.”

But it was off! It was weird! It was so very not normal. Annoyingly so.

She wondered if perhaps Qiang was blackmailing him or something, or if it had to do with the whole “Career Day” thing since she noticed the behavior had started right after winter break. Maybe it had to do with Pigsy saying he now “trusted them enough to not need him to drop them off”, which was a lie if Mei ever heard one, but even then she couldn't say why that'd make MK change his behavior. Plus, MK was completely unresponsive to her questioning, especially if it was during class, so Mei was left to wonder all on her own.

Yippee.

“If you keep twisting those noodles you’re going to take the whole bowl, kid,” Pigsy commented with a chuckle.

“Oh! Sorry, Piggy,” Mei apologized, immediately releasing the poor sesame noodles back into the bowl.

“You got a test today or something? Your face is as scrunched as my ma’s playing mahjong,” He laughed a little more, but this time more at the memory than her.

“No, I’m just… thinkin’,” She glanced at MK, who was eating peacefully with his legs swinging (unlike how they’d be at school).

MK suddenly stopped though, looking at her and pointing out, “Uh, yeah we do. We have a history test,” with a mouth full of noodles.

“MK, don’t talk with your mouth full, please,” Pigsy massaged his forehead.

MK laughed and nodded before swallowing. “We have a history test today.”

Right. One of the last ones before school ends. A last ditch effort for Mei to get her grades up, but she wasn’t all that hopeful.

Pigsy glanced at Mei. “Did you know that?”

“Kinda,” She admitted, looking down at her bowl and poking it with her chopsticks.

“You study for it at all?” He then asked.

Mei shrugged. Unless the history had dragons actively involved, she wasn’t interested. And the unit right now was just on some dead chairman guy they were all supposed to really care about, but Mei’s dad had never liked him much, so she didn’t either… whatever his name was.

“Gotta study for these things if you want your grades to go up, kiddo,” Pigsy pointed out while washing some of the dishes from breakfast.

“I know, I know,” Mei lowered her head, picking up a single seed and trying to squish it between her chopsticks. “History’s just kinda… boring.”

“Yeesh, don’t let Tang hear that,” Pigsy joked but Mei could only crack a weak smile.

Pigsy sighed, turning off the sinking and looking at her. “Just try your best, kid. That's all you can do.”

Mei wasn’t really sure she could do her best right now… Heck, she hadn’t really been doing her best since before her parents died. After all, if she were doing her best, she'd be perfect and if she’d been perfect, her parents would still be here.

“Okay,” she said instead, since it made Pigsy happier to think she agreed.

He smiled at her softly, ruffling her hair before going off to grab his keys while Mei shoved a few more bites before throwing the rest in the trash and rinsing out the bowl, which MK copied.

“I can let you copy off of my test if you want, Mei,” Her friend suggested, smiling all innocently.

Mei couldn’t help but roll her eyes with an aggressive huff, making MK step back and give her a weird look, but Mei moved on before it could be acknowledged with words.

She went into her room, shoving a few loose papers into her bag without care just as Pigsy called asking if they were ready to go.

Mei zipped up her bag, giving a glance to the shrine to her parents in the corner of her room. “Yeah! Just gimme a sec!”

Her parents were looking at her with a perfectly neutral expression, their stance and position perfectly neutral towards each other. At least, that’s what it looked like at first, but Mei remembered that photo shoot. It was for a big promotion at her Mama’s company and she had spent hours making sure Mei looked absolutely perfect. In fact, if she focused really hard on her Mama’s dark eyes, she could see her not quite looking at the camera, but at Mei with this look of… expectation. And hope, maybe.

Or maybe she was just paranoid from staring at dead people instead of getting ready for school.

Mei sighed, shoving a water bottle and pencil case into the sidepockets of her backpack.

She shouldn’t be feeling this way. It had been seven months. Her parents loved her. Or love her, if there’s some kind of afterlife or if ghosts are real. But either way, there was love. Mei was loved. It was cool.

Mei ran out of the room and joined her guardian and MK by the door.

“You two ready for today?” Pigsy asked, hand on the doorknob.

“Yes sir, Mr. Pigsy,” MK gave a big, bright-eyed grin.

“As I’ll ever be,” Mei bit her cheek, and with that the three of them were off.

.o0o.

Drop-offs were more like a ding-dong-ditch these days, with Pigsy making sure to step off the subway with them and make sure they got to the stairs okay before watching them disappear, and only then would be begin waiting for his next train (which Mei only knew because sometimes they’d go back down and watch him). If anything, it told Mei he was totally lying about trusting them, but she knew not to confront him since adults were usually sensitive about those things.

It didn’t make the walk to school from the station any easier though, and Mei tried kicking a pebble all the way to make up for being kind of annoyed at MK for no real reason.

“I– um… I could also help you study before class starts… if you want,” MK suggested, and Mei kicked the pebble harder.

“I’m fine. I don’t need help,” She focused really hard on a second kick that sent it across the crosswalk right before a car drove by.

“That’s true, you are really smart,” MK smiled at her but she ignored it, looking both ways before crossing the street, which MK quickly followed.

Mei continued kicking the rock.

“The test is also stuff I mostly knew from my old school– which means you must really, really know it if you’ve been here for so long,” MK continued trying to be all light hearted and stuff, but it just made Mei’s skin crawl, and for once in her life, she was relieved when they arrived at the school.

Instead of leaving the rock, she picked it up and put it in her skirt pocket.

Mei then looked around the yard, seeing some kids playing hopscotch, others doing homework, and a few playing a trading card game. However, Mei couldn’t have been less interested in any of that and so just made her way to Miss Yang’s classroom, which MK scurried to follow like a lost little duck.

Mei greeted the teacher with nothing more than a curt bow before going to her desk, immediately taking out a pencil from her bag and drawing on a crack in the wood.

“Mei, you’re going to get in trouble for drawing on the desks again,” MK whispered, glancing at Miss Yang, but she was busy on her computer.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mei huffed her bangs out of her eyes.

“Mei, Pigsy really wouldn’t like it if–”

“Why do you care so much about what he thinks now, hm? You’re like some little goody-two-shoes– makes me feel sick,” Mei rolled her eyes and scribbled harder.

MK didn’t speak for the rest of the morning period.

Math breezed by uneventfully, with MK volunteering and getting answers wrong like he always did, and Mei trying to not let that annoy her. Reading was boring, science was alright, and then it was time for the history test.

Mei groaned as the “pass-er out-er” handed her her paper, and a part of her thought about writing an insult, folding it into a paper airplane and sending it her teacher’s way, but the fact that Pigsy and MK would be disappointed in her? It was a bit much.

Well, MK’s whole thing felt like “a bit much” to be honest. Like– since when did he expect things from her? Why was he always wanting her to be on her “best behavior”? Since when was he the leader here?

She thought again of her parent’s photo and felt her face get hot with shame as she looked down at her paper. She was immediately bombarded with dates and questions she couldn’t remember if she tried, which only made her face get hotter and hotter. She glanced at MK, who seemed laser focused on the top question about Mao Zhedong’s birthday, and she looked away before he could look back.

Well… at least the test was multiple choice, so she had a 25% chance of getting right by guessing, so Mei filled out random answers before flipping her paper over and resting her head, waiting for the “pass-er out-er” to become the “take-er away-er”.

After five or so minutes, MK coughed, and when Mei looked he was sliding his paper towards her. Mei glared at him, which just made him look confused which made her get more annoyed, and so Mei just closed her eyes once more.

It was another five or so minutes before their tests were taken away and they were dismissed for PE, which also went by uneventfully– until it was yard time.

Mei was still angry by the time they were released outside, and MK was still following her around because despite all that, she was all he had and he knew it.

And, well… that kind of went the other way around too.

But Mei wasn't in the mood for MK today, getting in line for tetherball, a game MK hated, and tapping her foot impatiently as she watched.

“Uh– Mei? I-I don't really… like this game, can we do something else?” MK asked, looking at the other students with unease.

“It's not always about you, MK,” Mei said bitterly, making MK frown.

“Well– yeah, I know, it's just– can't we play something else? Like jump rope or wall ball or something?” MK offered.

“Nope. Tetherball. You. Me,” Mei squinted at the red ball as class athlete, Kija, managed to successfully wrap it all the way around the pole, beating his opponent. Another boy rose up to the challenge, making Mei next.

“You and me? That means you'd have to beat Kija,” MK pointed out.

Mei scoffed. “I've beaten him before, I'll be fine.”

“If you say so,” MK eyed her a bit, but she didn't take her eyes off the ball, watching as Kija and the other boy went back and forth, back and forth, before Kija used both hands to shoot the ball at impossible heights for the average student to fight and he won yet again.

Mei smirked as she stepped up to the plate. “You ready to dance, Kija?”

Kija laughed. “You only won because the whistle blew.”

“Keep telling yourself that and maybe you'll finally get an award for being a ball hog,” Mei cracked her knuckles and Kija growled and served.

The two of them went back and forth, with Mei attempting an angle shot, but Kija managed to snag the chain since he was a bit taller than her. Thankfully though the chain was metal and in stopping her move his wrist was weakened, meaning Mei could go in for a fast ball. If he didn't recover in time, victory would be hers.

Kids watched in awe as Mei hit the ball with overwhelming speed and precision, and she laughed as Kija missed again and again until right at the last possible moment he managed to recover and struck back.

Some kids booed as Mei growled in frustration, hitting the ball as quick as she could, determined to teach this punk a lesson and wipe that stupid smug look off his face.

There was a bit of back and forth, with Mei getting dangerously close to losing her lead here and there but she remained vigilant. After five minutes of intense competition, she managed to wind the ball all the way around the pole and all the kids watching cheered in her honor.

“I don't hear any whistles this time, Kija,” Mei smirked and crossed her arms.

Kija growled. “You're gonna regret that, pony girl,” He threatened, shoving her before storming away to play some other game.

Mei rolled her eyes, taking Kija's place and taking the ball as MK hesitated to step to the plate.

“C'mon, MK, we don't have all day,” she rolled her eyes.

“I– do I really have to, Mei? Seeing you win was fun enough, but I don't really–”

“Just shut up and play, MK,” Mei glared, and MK stood upright in alarm.

She didn’t even give him time to relax before she served, hitting the ball with all the rage and aggression in her heart, causing MK duck and cover his head.

“C’mon, MK, stop being such a coward!” Mei glared, hitting the ball again.

“Mei, stop!” MK shouted at her.

Mei knew she should. That she was freaking MK out and it wasn’t nice. That Pigsy might actually get mad at her if he knew. But her anger felt like a flame in her chest, and she hit the ball again.

“Woah, she’s really going for it.”

“Is she glowing?”

“Why doesn’t Xiaotian fight back?”

“She is glowing! Woah!”

“Someone take a picture!”

Kids were gawking all around Mei, but she was still too angry to pay any attention to the green aura surrounding her and making her heart pound. This time when the ball came her way, Mei grabbed it point blank and let it go before grabbing MK’s collar and dragging him across the play yard until she reached the gate and shoved him against it.

“What the heck is wrong with you, MK?! You’re acting like a crazy person!” Mei shouted at him.

“Me?!” MK was completely lost. “You’re the one attacking me a-and acting like I’m an evil clone or something!”

“You’re the one who’s all obsessed with being all goody-two-shoes-y and getting good grades and not fighting back! What happened?!” Mei twisted his collar tighter and her free hand curled into a fist.

“Mei, stop! Please!” MK noticed and started to cry. “I-I just wanna be good f-for Pigsy! Promise!”

“Stop lying! There’s more, there has to be,” Mei shook him and dared to raise her fist, making MK clench his eyes shut.

“I-I-I’m not lying, Mei, I would never lie to you!” MK sobbed, sending waves of guilt crashing through Mei, but she remained in a fighting stance.

“What’s different, MK?! Hm? All studious, all perfect, thinking that’ll make him happy,” She growled and MK opened his eyes to look confused.

“H-huh? I-I’m not– I’m not perfect, I just wanna be good ‘cuz–” MK glanced around at the other students, before looking back at Mei and deciding to whisper. “‘Cuz Pigsy, he– Qiang’s Dad– he threatened we’d be kicked out, a-and he said things, mean things, about his past a-and he cried, a-and I don’ wanna lose him too, Mei, I don’ wanna,” MK couldn’t speak anymore, choking on his sobs, and Mei let go of his collar, allowing him to sink to the ground.

Mei’s anger evaporated in an instant, only leaving her with an empty, panicked feeling as her chest rose and fell at a feverish pace and kids started whispering around her again.

“Aw man, she stopped glowing…”

“What happened? Did she beat him?”

“Gross! She looks like a demon!”

“I wanted them to fight!”

“This was so lame.”

“Their dad is that pig demon? No wonder.”

“Boo! I wanted to see her punch him!”

Mei stumbled back, finally noticing the hot tears streaming down her face. She looked down at her best friend, who brought his knees to his chest and just kept crying and crying and rocking back and forth. “MK– I– we aren’t–”

Just then she remembered Pigsy’s words all those months ago and it echoed in her mind like a broken record.

“If we slip up like this– get into one too many fights, or get the cops called too often– then you’ll probably never, ever see me or MK ever again.”

A soft “no…” escaped her lips and she fell to her knees, getting dirt all over her knee-high socks.

“I-I– I didn’t mean– I-I just– Y-you were– but now– M’so sorry MK, m’so, so sorry,” Mei began to weep and buried her head in her hands. “I-I ruined it– I-I ruin everything– M’so sorry.”

Mei continued to sob, but briefly stopped when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her. She startled at first, until she realized it was MK, and hugged him back, crying into his shoulder.

“I-I don’ wanna lose Piggy either, MK– m’so sorry,” She sniffled and tried to explain herself.

“I-it’s okay– I just– w-we can’t be mean, you know? W-we need to be nice and happy for Piggy,” MK hugged her a little tighter, and she could tell he was shaking too.

“I– yeah, we– we can be good for ‘im, right? We can be good kids, I know we can,” Mei tried to smile but her bottom lip wobbled beyond her control so she squeezed MK tighter as he nodded in silent agreement.

She felt like such an idiot. What was she doing getting all mad at MK for? What did she hope to accomplish by threatening to punch him? She was supposed to be smarter than this, Pigsy already told her what would happen if she got too rowdy. She was supposed to have listened, but she never listened. That’s why her house burned down and that’s why her parents were dead, she could never just listen–

They’d probably get called to the office again. And then it’d be over– it’d be one fight too many and Mei would never see MK or Pigsy or Mr. Tang ever again and be dragged to the bottom of the ocean to be with her weird mystical uncle or whatever.

“M’so sorry, MK, I didn’t mean to, m’so sorry,” Mei repeated so quietly she wasn’t sure he could hear over his own crying.

The pair of them stayed huddled by the fence crying until the whistle blew and the two of them wiped their faces and clothes as best they could and headed back to their classroom, praying to every god or star in the heavens that they wouldn’t get called up and everything would be okay.

But, no. As soon as everyone was back in their seats and ready for their science class, there was a phone call and Mei and MK were sent down.

Mei kept her face stoic and unreadable, like she had practiced back with her parents despite wanting to cry. MK wasn’t nearly as lucky though, since he had never practiced so his tears just streamed down in a hot mess and all Mei could do was hold his hand and urge him onward until they were waiting in the familiar chairs that should’ve had a plaque with their names on it by now.

They weren’t called in for a while, so Mei kept her eyes on the old clock as it ticked seconds away at an agonizing pace while holding MK’s hand.

After a while though, she whispered, “M’so sorry, MK… I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“I know, Mei, I know.”

Mei clenched her eyes shut and took a shaky breath. “I’ll miss you.”

MK could only squeeze her hand and cry more.

After seven minutes, MK was called in first, though he almost refused to go in without Mei. They didn’t have a choice though, and the two were separated.

Mei buried her head in her hands and stayed that way until it was her turn, only catching a glimpse of her best friend before heading in.

“Miss Long, I can’t say it’s a pleasure to see you again this time,” Headmaster Jiangxi folded his hands and placed them on the table.

“...Are you gonna call Pigsy?” Mei asked, taking her seat.

“It is school policy, Mei. You of all people should be very aware of th–”

“I didn’t mean to–!” Mei interrupted. “It wasn’t even a fight really, I was just– I was so mad– I’d never really hurt MK, not with what I know now– please don’t tell CPS and have us separated or Piggy arrested or expel us, please, please, please, please,” Mei got on her knees and begged, clearly startling the man.

“Miss Long, there’s no need for kowtowing, please,” He urged and Mei took her seat again, face red and hot.

Headmaster Jiangxi took a long breath. “Miss Long, we were never going to expel you or Mr. Qi over this–”

“R-really? What about Mr. T–” Mei slapped a hand over her mouth.

“‘Mr.’ who?” The man looked at her with a hint of concern.

Mei lowered her eyes. “MK told me about something… Mr. Tao said…”

“Ah…” The headmaster glanced at his computer with unease. “I had a feeling something like that would occur. I meant to send an email to dissuade him from presenting, but…” he shook his head. “No matter now, there’s no need for Mr. Tao to know. You said it yourself, it never turned into a fight, did it?”

Mei shook her head. “I just got really, really mad– some kids even said I was glowing, but I didn’t mean to! I swear, I was never gonna actually hurt MK, I just– I was so mad…”

Headmaster Jiangxi nodded to himself as she spoke, typing a few things into his computer and clicking some others. “Am I correct in assuming you’re very familiar with the school’s policy on bullying and violence?”

“Yeah, I remember breaking Qiang’s nose,” Mei confirmed, trying not to smile at the memory.

“In normal circumstances, the two of you would be given lunch detention for a week, on top of a phone call home, but seeing as there was no actual fighting between the two of you and all has already been resolved I see no need for this to go on any records– so long as you swear to be on your best behavior for the rest of the school year, understood Miss Long?” Headmaster Jiangxi gave her a look and Mei’s jaw dropped.

“I– yes sir! I promise! I’ll be the best darn kid in this whole academy, I won’t let you down, I promise,” Mei couldn’t help but beam.

“Don’t get too excited yet, Miss Long. We still have more to discuss,” He reminded, and Mei forced herself to sit back and tried to take a breath, though couldn’t stop her legs from swinging happily.

She waited as he typed a few more things, clicked a dozen more, typed a bit more, and took another breath.

“Your… ‘glowing’... is that something you can control?” He asked.

“Oh, um… I mean it really only happens when I’m really, really scared or angry. I’m just surprised my ‘inner dragon’ didn’t make an appearance too, haha,” She tried to laugh, but Headmaster Jiangxi clearly didn’t find it funny.

“Right… Well, rumors like that are going to be hard to quell, Miss Long, especially with your guardian situation,” He explained.

“But it’s because I’m a dragon, not because I’m a demon. I’m not going to hurt anyone,” Mei frowned.

“I know, Miss Long, but– well– you have brought harm to students in the past–”

“Qiang deserved it,” She muttered.

Her principal gave her a look. “I’m not saying he didn’t, but what I am saying is that I recommend you get this anger of yours under control before it grows beyond my control, understood?”

Mei slowly nodded. “Yeah, I think I get it.”

“You’re a smart girl, Miss Long. You can go on to do many great and important things like your parents always dreamed; you just have to make the right choices,” The man smiled at her softly, and Mei felt her stomach drop.

“R-right, yes. I can– I will. I promise,” Mei stood and bowed.

“I’m glad we could come to an understanding, Miss Long. Your family has always been good to this academy and it would be a shame for us to part,” He nodded at her.

“Yes sir, I understand,” Mei nodded back, fiddling with her skirt. “Am I free to go, sir?”

The headmaster nodded once again. “Have a good day, Miss Long.”

“You too, Headmaster Jiangxi,” Mei meant it as she bowed yet again and stepped back into the outside world.

Well that was strange. But hey, Mei would take what she could get, especially if it meant they weren’t going to be separated after all.

Mei said a quick prayer to her ancestors as a “thank you”, and hurried back to class.

.o0o.

The rest of the day was as Headmaster Jiangxi had warned. Students whispered and kept looking back at MK and Mei– especially stupid Qiang– but Mei was okay because she and MK weren’t going anywhere and that meant there was nothing they could do to hurt her.

During the cleaning period, MK and Mei stayed by each other's sides and swept the classroom in complete silence, which got them a compliment from Miss Yang. It was equally strange for the both of them, but it was a strange day.

Both of them were flooded with relief when the bell finally rang and they were free to board the city bus and ride to Pigsy’s Noodles.

“So… what did Headmaster Jiangxi say to you?” Mei asked, adjusting her backpack as she looked out the window.

“He had a lot of questions I couldn’t answer for a while because I… just kinda kept crying and begging not to be taken away, haha,” MK admitted, messing with the carpeted seating. “He said he wouldn’t call Piggy though, and after that I was able to explain how you were just having a bad day and you didn’t even hurt me and we’re okay now, you know?”

“Ahhh, yeah that explains it,” Mei pieced together. “I was wondering why he was so mellow about the whole thing. I guess I owe you one.”

MK laughed a little. “Maybe… but I’m just glad we’re okay and Pigsy’s okay too.”

“Yeah, me too…” Mei looked down. “I… I really messed up. I don’t know why I got so angry, I just– I don’t know… I guess some part of me thinks Pigsy likes you more than me and you switching to act all good and quiet kinda threw me, m’sorry,” she confessed.

“Hey, it’s okay,” MK smiled and held her hand. “I’m not mad at you or anything, I really should’ve said something sooner about Mr. Tao, but… yeah,” he laughed a little, which Mei copied.

“Still friends?” Mei asked, offering her hand to shake.

“The bestest,” MK shook it and the two of them smiled and laughed the rest of the bus ride before arriving at the familiar noodle shop.

“Hey, you two,” Pigsy smiled as they walked in, drying off a glass with a rag like everything was perfectly fine. “How’d the test go?”

“Oh, right– that did happen today,” Mei completely forgot about everything before recess.

Pigsy raised an eyebrow. “Busy day?”

MK and Mei exchanged a look. “You… could say that.”

This, of course, just made Pigsy even more confused.

“Why? What happened? Some kids get into a fight or something?” Pigsy guessed, moving on to drying off a bowl.

Mei shook her head. “Not really, but it did get kinda close.”

“Yeah, but everything’s okay now and no one really got hurt,” MK smiled at her.

“Ah, I see,” Pigsy nodded to himself. “I gotta say, it is kind of refreshing to hear about kids getting into fights that aren’t you two,” He laughed a little.

“I beat Kija in tetherball–!” Mei blurted out, immediately diverting the conversation.

“Really? That’s impressive, kiddo. Congrats,” Pigsy gave her a smile before going to put the bowl and cup away.

“Smooth,” MK whispered and Mei rolled her eyes, pushing him a little.

It wasn’t long after that that Mr. Tang came back from a long day of studying, and soon the conversation became all about him and the Monkey King– not that Mei minded by any means.

Because this was normal for them. This was right for them.

Things were so right and normal right now and Mei wouldn’t give that up for the world.

#lego monkie kid #lmk #dadsy of two au #mei lmk #mk lmk #pigsy lmk #my fics #hurt/comfort #angst #lil mk and mei deserve the world tbh #i just #oughhhhhh i love my lil babies #why must they fight? #(the answer is I make them but shhhhhhh)

[gatalentan]

oh my god the way you view the WW dynamics literally gives me chills! i’m going to steal anon question and change a little bit: who gets more jealous

sorry this took me so long to reply to! life got in the way. i'm glad my insane rambles occasionally land kfjsnjkgrn i have a lot of thoughts and i'm never sure if they make as much sense as they do in my head.

my tl;dr answer to this is barbara. but as usual i have too many thoughts to just keep it to a one word response.

the thing about barbara is, her image, how she appears to others, is so fundamental to her that it's what propels her. she's always conscious of it, all the time, and the cameras have only exacerbated it. it's like that adage about swans, right? she appears so graceful and put-together and effortlessly perfect on the surface, but underneath her legs are kicking like crazy. she thinks everything through, she isn't spontaneous, she isn't off-the-cuff, she doesn't go with the flow, she commands the flow, the flow follows her, thank you very much. in conversations you can see her go through her mental flowchart of responses to things to figure out which will paint her in the best light. during talking heads it's almost like she's reading from a script, compared to everyone else - she's thought it all through, and has an Exact way she wants to present herself. so much of her brain space is dedicated to keeping up this image of herself as the perfect, dutiful, responsible, dependable Everything.

but melissa is a chisel, an ice pick, a jackhammer, could be her undoing so easily, ruin a lifetime of building a reputation. she's not supposed to want her. she has it all, right? a devoted husband, two beautiful daughters, a career where she's looked up to and respected.

to want more is greed.

thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife.

but she does. and that's terrifying. and thrilling.

but she wants melissa to be happy. melissa doesn't belong to her, as much as she might want that. melissa deserves to be loved, the way gerald loves barbara. she watched as a bystander as melissa's relationship with joe crumbled, and the way it devastated her, and the way melissa undervalues herself, gives up on herself sometimes, the way she thinks herself totally unworthy of love or tenderness, makes barbara want to ride in on a white horse and show her how she could be loved, should be loved. but she can't. especially now, more than ever, when there are eyes on her all the time, waiting for her to slip. she can't slip.

it's not even just that she's a woman, it's that it's melissa. sweet melissa, from the wrong side of the tracks, with a rap sheet just this side of being able to keep her career, with a sordid history of shady doings that would have her congregation scandalised. even if she was a man, even if gerald was out of the picture, melissa wouldn't fit the image. even just being melissa's friend is a constant challenge because she's always testing the boundaries of what is acceptable or appropriate behaviour. some of the things she says are terrifying and illegal. and deep down, it makes barbara feel alive, that she's some sort of accomplice. she's jealous of her freedom, she's jealous of how she lives her life out-loud, how she takes life by the balls in a way barbara never could. if people only knew. if people only knew that she'd turn her whole life upside down for someone like her -

(as much as the her of melissa schemmenti is also an image. a carapace. a threat display. keeping people out, so they don't see the soft belly that barbara knows probably better than anyone, and cherishes the trust of being given it)

- but she wants her, and she can't stop it. and if she keeps the thoughts inside her head, then she's not hurting anyone, right? and nobody can judge her, only God, who hates the sin, not the sinner. and it's not a sin, if she does not act on it. it's a fantasy, make-believe, like the stories she reads to the children.

she can read into their relationship anything she wants, the looks, the touches, the what-could-bes, those drunken... near-misses. and picture the life they could have, in a different life, to her heart's content - without any damage to her image because it's hidden under all the layers of carefully applied paint.

she has to swallow everything down and push it out, into pushing melissa into the arms of somebody else.

what greater expression of love is there, than steering them towards it elsewhere, at the expense of your own happiness?

plus, if she can't have melissa, then somebody needs to, because otherwise the temptation to bite the apple is too much.

barbara howard loves a boundary, loves to follow the rules.

melissa in another person's arms is a boundary that should keep her out.

but she can't help but think she could do it better.

she can dream about how she'd do it better.

a person can like two people at once.

she does, whether she likes it or not.

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but scottie, what about in that other life, where they get together?

i still think it'd be barbara.

melissa, i think, or how i picture her, is that she's had decades of coming to terms with the fact that barbara is out of bounds and that she cannot have her. and so she's just had to learn to be satisfied with what she does have. i think she does get jealous, and i think it was probably worse when they were much younger, but now she's just sorta. coasting. leveled-out. done enough crying. figured out how to cope with it. knows what she can and can't do after years of feeling out where the boundaries are. so when she actually gets the girl in the end? i don't think she'd be jealous of other people giving barb attention, i think she'd be peacocking around, because nah, that's my girl, can you see her? isn't she gorgeous, stunning, amazing, wonderful? yeah i'd hit on her too, i get it, i hit on her for years. but it's me she's coming home to! aren't i lucky? do you wanna see our wedding photos? she looked so beautiful. no? ok, bye.

but barb. oh ho ho. i think barb would get the green-eyed monster something fierce. i don't think it would go away even after they got together. i think she'd become very territorial, because if she had to risk it all to get the girl in the end, she's not going to let that slip through her fingers. she didn't repress herself for all those years not to absolutely devour melissa once she finally could, for the rest of her days. she'd finally get to say all those proud, loving thoughts about melissa out loud that she couldn't let slip. the way she talks about gerald in the show? that would be her with melissa. talking about her like the cat who got the canary. melissa this, melissa that, she'd be so annoying about it. there would be no doubt to anyone in earshot who melissa belongs to, are you listening? that's my wonderful wife. mine. so anyone else flirting with her? they'd learn, pretty damn fast, in that understatedly terrifying way barbara has when she gets Serious. and ok, maybe sometimes melissa gets a little deliberately handsy or looksy with other women. pokes the bear a little. just so barbara feels compelled to remind her who she belongs to when they get home... hehe. but it's ultimately about finally being free to love each other and not wanting anything to ever come between them ever again, more than anything else. they did enough waiting.

#work wives #barlissa #chatalentan

[amnisx]

🔗 off the hook. ★ jake sim.

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☆ pairing: sim jaeyun x fem!reader

☆ story length: VERY LONG.

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☆ synopsis: Tired and burnt out from studying and university, i decide to blow off steam when my dormmate says there’s a party at the frat house on campus. Things escalate from having a few too many drinks, to waking up next to the campus’s well known playboy, Jake Sim.

☆ concept: strangers (enemies?) to lovers.

☆ warnings: swearing, dark humor, mention of alcohol, mention of trauma, very gentle smut?, sexual jokes, death threats. (tell me if i missed anything!)

• 💌 ami’s note: i also wrote this in first person! I hope you can still put yourself in the place of the narrator! This is proof read. I worked so hard on this.. :,)

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Another exam that was coming up, another friday night of studying. Mid terms were really starting to get to me.. I was being bullied by my own brain from all the things i had to memorize, mumbling frustrated curses at myself every time i got an answer wrong on my exam prep papers. I was a pretty average student, not the best, but never the worst. I always did pretty okay on exams or tests, but stress always got the better of me.

I was probably sitting at the kitchen counter for hours at this point, constantly reading the same sentence over and over from my syllabus, trying to understand what the fuck it was talking about.

“fuck this.. i’m gonna go to bed..” I yawn to myself as i stretch my arms out and arch my back a bit against the kitchen stool.

As i start gathering all my books, syllabuses and prep sheets from the counter, i heard the front door of the dorm open. It was Yunjin, my roommate. She was all happy and excited about something, kicking her shoes off her feet as she ran up to me with a huge grin on her face. I was kinda weirded out by her behavior, but it wasn’t really something new to me.

Yunjin became my roommate in my second year of uni. She was really nice, but barely around to be completely honest. She was a huge social butterfly though, she could make you her friend in a matter of minutes.. and with that talent of hers, i considered her a pretty good friend now.

“y/n y/n y/n! there’s a party tonight at the frat house, you heard about it?” her tone very enthusiastic and kind of loud.

“oh- for real? I didn’t hear. They haven’t thrown anything in a while.” I wasn’t very shocked by the news. I mean, frat guys always throw parties, right?

“we should totally go! It’s around 10, i think? C’mon you haven’t been out in sooo long. You could totally use tonight to have some fun.” She still had a huge smile on her face as she grabs me by the shoulders.

“you think so? you know i’m not a party person though..” I rub the back of my neck, still not very convinced.

“just get dressed, do your makeup and if you don’t like it, just come back home, ok?” her voice sounded all squeaky and excited at the end of her sentence so i just couldn’t disappoint her.

“alright alright.” I just couldn’t say no to her..

“yay! go get ready then.” she says in a happy tone as she lets me go and heads off into her own room.

Did i just make a huge mistake by agreeing to go? Maybe, but it was already too late. Yunjin was the type to be disappointed in you if you went against your word. For her, if you said you’ll do something, you’ll do it. As simple as that. It was around 9:00 pm when my plans of sleeping early were interrupted by my roommate, considering the situation i had put myself in, the idea of getting a good nights sleep went completely out the window.

Me and Yunjin start overflowing the bathroom with makeup and hair irons. We both help each other out, already starting the night off pretty well and taking “grwm” pics for our insta stories. I’m not gonna lie, i started second guessing my decision to go, but my hair was already being curled and i had already finished applying glitter on my eyelids.. We both rush to our rooms as soon as we’re done, scurrying to get dressed.

I had absolutely no idea what i was gonna wear. It was getting pretty chilly out since november had rolled around.. Should i wear a dress? A skirt? Pants? Ugh.. the choices were endless. I didn’t wanna freeze to death but i still wanted to look good. Yunjin was tapping her foot like a frustrated bunny outside of my bedroom door in as it was already 10:33 pm and i wasn’t even dressed yet.

“y/n! You’re taking forever! Just wear that cute black dress you bought a few weeks ago or something..” her tone sort of whiny and impatient.

“UGH WAIT!” i mumble out loudly as i slide myself into a decent outfit.

I come out of the room, wearing a black skirt with sheer black tights underneath and topped it off with a beige off the shoulder sweater. It was good enough, i guess.

“oh shit~” Yunjin teases me a little, a small grin on her face. “you look good. Why don’t you dress up more often?” she says with a slight chuckle and nudges me playfully.

“just shut up and get going..” i kind of giggle with her, gently push her to get moving.

“apparently everyone’s gonna be there. I saw a bunch of people’s ig stories..” she mutters as she closes the front door behind us.

“Yunnie just don’t drink too much, okay? I don’t wanna take care of you if you get drunk..” we both chuckle at my comment, starting to walk down the girl’s dormitory hallway.

We arrived at the frat house only a few minutes later, the loud music and people yelling “CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!” already audible from miles away. Yunnie was already so into it, singing and dancing a bit as she opened the door. It was my first ever time being in that frat house, and i was absolutely terrified. As the door creaked open, i couldn’t believe what was in front of my eyes. The sight almost appalling.. People already passed out on the couch, people making out in corners of the room and a bunch of random shit on the floor. Was this seriously supposed to be one of the best parts of college life?

Yunjin didn’t even bother looking at the mess everywhere, she grabbed my arm and threw both of us inside. I was very uncomfortable at this point, not knowing very many people in there was definitely a disadvantage right now.

Even though at the beginning it was awkward and uncomfortable, i eventually got into it. I was hesitant to drink, not knowing my limit very well since i didn’t drink very regularly, but fuck it, right? One drink turned into two, two turned into five and five turned into nine.. I was getting hammered, my mind all fuzzy and vision a little hazed.

Yunjin obviously had better alcohol tolerance than me, she was barely drunk, still in full control of herself while i could barely walk on my own without stumbling a bit. As the night went on, i was having a lot of fun, dancing and becoming part of the crowd who yelled at random people to finish off their drink. I wasn’t acting like my normal self, at all. Yunnie seemed to enjoy this new side of me, recording and laughing at the stupid things i did but still making sure i was okay.

Thats when, i saw him. A blurry imagine of a tall and pretty handsome guy.. All i remember was him staring at me from across the room and the rest fades to black..

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I woke up the next day with a raging hangover. My head feeling like it was about to burst open.. I had almost no memory of the night before. I was still half asleep when i realized that i was already; not in my dorm, meaning not in my bed and I was undressed.

What the actual fuck!? quickly sit up to see my clothes all over the floor and my bra hanging off the door handle..

A low and sleepy voice suddenly spoke to me as i was rubbing my eyes aggressively, making sure they weren’t fooling me.

“morning~” His voice was honestly really attractive and his Australian accent just made it even more charming.

“h-huh?” i shake my head, making sure i was hearing right. The accent.. only one person from our whole year had an Aussie accent like that.

“you awake, sweetheart? you should probably head out soon..” He said in his raspy morning voice.

“oh fu-” i whispered to myself, realizing who was talking to me, and who’s bed i was in that very moment.

I quickly turn my head up to try and make sure it was the person i was thinking of. Yup.. the infamous campus fuckboy. Jake, Sim Jaeyun if you wanna get specific..

Fuck. All i can say was that i was absolutely mortified. I mean.. yea, he was hot as hell and looked so sexy shirtless and standing over me like that but that wasn’t my main concern at the moment! Did i really just become part of the girls stupid enough to sleep with him? I was lost in thought until i felt my clothes hit me in the face.

“here. Get dressed, yeah?” he sounded a little pushy.

“yea yea..” I mutter out as i pick up my clothes and rush into them, not bothering to look presentable, just needing to get the hell out of there.

“thanks for that birthday gift~” he smirked at me, almost menacingly.

“birthday?.. you know what, whatever...” I was obviously very disappointed in myself and his smug expression and cocky tone of voice wasn’t making it easier on me. What did he mean by birthday gift?.. Was i the girl to give me his birthday sex!?.. God, i wanted to unalive myself.

Jake already had the door open for me.. hm, charming. I storm out, slamming the door behind me. I was speed walking to the girl’s dormitory, thousands of questions running in my mind as i finally got to my dorm, bursting the door open to see my roommate passed out on the couch. The loud slam of the door jolting her up and making her groan in annoyance at the strong sound. She was obviously surprised to see me standing in front of her, giving me the ‘what the fuck?’ type of stare.

I was still trying to compose myself, gathering my thoughts trying to piece last night together. My head was still throbbing and my hard thinking just made it worse. Yunjin sits up properly and scratches her hair a bit before stretching her arms out and yawning.

It’s probably better that i dont tell her about me hooking up with Jake, better that i don’t tell anyone. I knew Jake wouldn’t. Everyone knew he slept around a lot but he would only show off the girls he was “proud of”, whatever that meant. Total asshole, right?

Yunnie asked me where i had disappeared to last night, having not seen me home when she got there, obviously. I made up a lame excuse that i had passed out in the bathroom and gotten home a few hours later. She was a little of suspicious but didn’t push it.

We both take some ibuprofen to calm our headaches and cooked some spicy ramen to fill our growling tummies. The warm broth soothed my body and head for a while, giving me actual time to try and figure out what had happened. I didn’t wanna talk to Jake, but if i wanted to know, i’d have to.

And i was definitely not going to another party anytime soon.

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The weekend ended and more exams came up. I was actually way too busy focusing on studies to be thinking of my drunken mistake, pushing that horrid memory in the back of my mind..

I had passed Jake a few times in the halls or during free periods but he never looked in my direction, as if i didn’t exist. Was he that much of a jerk? Why did i even care? I didn’t.. at least i thought so. I was determined to demand him what had happened that night since my memory still hadn’t come back to me, but again, studies, life, and basically everything got in my way of doing that.

I was honestly so worn out i just gave up. Maybe i would never know and maybe it was for the better.

Until, i gained attention. People started looking at me, whispering things to each other and girls were even acting mean towards me. What the hell did i do? I wasn’t known in this school so was my name being spread like wild fire?

Yunjin wasn’t the cause of this, she was a popular girl but she’d never ever say anything bad about me, plus, she didn’t tell me about any nasty rumors that could have tainted my reputation so she couldn’t have known.

I was walking down the hall, feeling a bunch of eyes on me. I was getting overwhelmed, speed walking to the nearest empty lecture room and shutting the door behind me. I fell to the floor, my back against the hard wood as i try to catch my breath. There was definitely some kind of bad rumor around my name but no one was gonna tell me about it, so i had to figure it out myself.

I come out the room and try to look for someone who’d know anything about it, but most of the faces i looked at were people i didn’t even know. This was so frustrating.. I was being bad mouthed and i had no idea why. Sigh. This isn’t high school anymore, so why was everyone acting so immature and petty about it instead of telling me upfront? I just stopped trying and headed back to my dorm. My roommate was no where to be seen, even if we were pretty close, she wasn’t around much. She had other friends, i knew that.

It was around 11, almost midnight when i was preparing to get to bed. I had already done my skincare and brushed my teeth, laying in my warm and soft bed, scrolling on my phone and just checking any of my social media. I hadn’t been on Instagram for a while so i decided to check if anything interesting was on there, and there definitely was.

I saw a post of a girl with a familiar style to mine, she was wearing a black skirt.. sheer black tights.. and a beige off the shoulder sweater? Holy shit is this me? It was the night of that frat party.. Who would’ve posted me without my permission? The account was completely anonymous so that didn’t help. I continue to watch the video, heart pounding in my chest. Suddenly, it got a hundred times worse, maybe even a thousand. Jake entered the frame, he had pinned me against a wall and we were making out.. what kind of a sick person would record this?

My brain didn’t wanna accept what i was watching, i was in complete denial. As the video continued playing, things between me and Jake were getting.. steamy. The video abruptly stopping when Jaeyun spotted the camera and the person who was recording ran away. I guess i knew what everyone was talking about now..

Who did they think they were? Everyone was probably thinking i let myself and Jake be recorded, weren’t they!? I obviously couldn’t fall asleep anymore, my mind wandering back to the video. I had reported it to Instagram, saying it was violating my privacy or whatever you say when you report something but i doubt it helped..

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Days had gone by, i was still getting nasty stares, hearing muffled giggles and whispers behind my back, and honestly just feeling people’s gaze on me wherever i went. I was so fed up with how everyone was treating me.. It’s not as if i chose for that video to leak??

I was walking to the library to return some books i had borrowed for an essay i had due the next day. I was mostly looking at the ground instead of straight ahead, making me accidentally bump into someone. I tumble a bit but don’t lose my balance, I looked up to try and see who it is i needed to excuse myself to, but i bit my tongue as soon as i saw who was in front of me. Since when does HE visit the library?

“hey. Watch where you’re go-“ he quickly stopped his sentence as he looked at me, his facial expression shocked and getting serious.

“sorry.. i wasn’t-” I was cut off by Jake.

“we need to talk.” he whispered quietly, grabbing my wrist.

“huh?? what’d you?-“ i didn’t even hear what he said but he suddenly pulled me into a corner of the library, hiding us behind some shelves.

“look, i don’t know if you saw that video on insta but-“ i cut him off as well.

“would you let me talk? Already, hello.” i roll my eyes. “And yea, i saw that post.” he rolls his eyes back at me.

“I don’t have time for your damn attitude, just listen, will you?” his frustrated attitude was getting me annoyed as well at this point.

“whatever..” i mumble under my breath.

“well what i wanted to say before YOUR rude ass cut me off was that i wanna find who the fuck posted that.” I was kind of shocked to say the least.. Jake actually wanted the same thing that i did.

“well i do too.. but?..” I was kind of confused by his concern at the post. He wasn’t the type to care much of what people thought of him, atleast that’s what i thought until now.

“but what?” his tone was kind of on edge.

“it’s not like people don’t know you fuck around..” i kind of mumble out, crossing my arms.

“hey. I just don’t like people posting shit like that about me.” he says in a stern and serious way. Damn.. he seemed pretty pissed.

“yea.. i get your point.” I nod a little.

“look.. i just.. i want your help. We have to find who the hell did that. It’s not something i just wanna ignore. We have to find the fucker who posted that.”

“okay fine..” I huff a bit, uncrossing my arms and looking down at the floor, finally speaking up again after a few seconds. “I don’t really remember what happened that night though..” I mumble again.

“you don’t remember? seriously?.. you were THAT drunk?” he raises his eyebrows, surprised by my words.

“yea i can’t really tell where my limits stand with alcohol but that’s not the point.” I huff again, looking up again but not really in his direction. “we had sex.. that’s it.. right?”

“well.. i brought you back to my dorm, and we were ABOUT to have sex and then you passed out. Don’t worry, i’m not that much of an ass..” he kind of mumbles, running a hand through his hair.

My eyes sparkle in excitement and relief, my arms crossed over my chest, looking back up at him. I didn’t care about his sarcasm at this point, the fact i didn’t sleep with Jake was my main concern. “thank GOD.” I pause again, kind of thinking of the morning i woke up in his bed, my expression changing from one of relief to one of confusion. “what’d you mean by “thanks for the birthday gift.” or whatever?..”

“well.. that party was kind of a birthday gift for me from the guys. You just made my night a little better~” he chuckled softly with a slight smug look on his face now.

I let out a sigh of relief, rolling my eyes again at his playful grin and obvious teasing. Knowing we hadn’t slept together made me feel better, but it still kinda haunted me that he.. touched me. I try to shrug it off and me and Jake continue talking, making out a plan to find out who would record that damn video of us and then post it. I’m gonna lie, i felt like Sherlock Holmes during that whole conversation.. but the thing that surprised me the most was that.. me and Jake actually.. got along. He actually wasn’t a huge asshole, he made me laugh and smile when i didn’t want to. Maybe i was wrong about him? Nah.. he was still a player. But atleast i knew why girls let him in their pants now. He was charming and funny, i’ll admit that much.

The plan was to question all the people who liked that video. (which was literally more than 30..) Jake and Yunjin will use their reputations as an advantage to our investigation by kind of bringing it up in conversation, and my unsocial ass is gonna do some stalking and investigating on social media. Once we find who the culprit is, we KICK THEIR ASS. Easy enough, right?

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Ok, our plan was taking way longer than we normally thought. Jake AND Yunjin asked all their friends if they knew anything from that night. All of those useless fucks said ‘no.’

My stalking skills on social media were good, but i was stumped. I couldn’t find shit. Was this person a ghost or something?? Our main theory was that the person was most likely a girl, but it could honestly be anyone.

Me and Jake hung out pretty often because of this whole ‘situation.’ But because of it, people started talking even more. Rumors of dating, friends with benefits, fuck buddies, booty call, sneaky link, the list could go on.. it’s not like Jake didn’t have any of those things with other girls, cause he did. But he suddenly started dropping most of them. I didn’t know if it was cause his interest in his life style was disappearing or if cause of me?..

But i did get some incredibly delightful texts :

jake’s probably using u ngl 💀

slut

attention whore

ur not even pretty.. 😐👎

u n sim don’t go well tgt 🥱

It could go on, but i didn’t bother to even read them anymore. I even showed Jake most of them, and he genuinely laughed. He thought it was so stupid and immature that those girls would text ME those things. We weren’t anything but friends now, but everyone was being so damn nosy about it. He just told me to ignore them and that’s exactly what i did. It wasn’t worth my time, and we were still focused on trying to figure this whole video leak mystery thing out.

More weeks passed, the winter weather getting colder. Me and Jake got.. close. And i started hanging out with his friends more and more often.

They weren’t all like him; they weren’t complete asses who’d have one night stands and never call them again. Atleast not all of them..

Sunghoon, too narcissistic for his own good. He’s always bragging about how good he looks or asks us to feed that big ass ego of his. Kinda annoying but it’s fun to see his face whenever we joke that he looks ugly. He never looks ugly.

Jay, only responsible one. The dad of the group. He’s the one who keeps everyone in line, he’ll scold, yell, maybe even the occasional ‘playful’ hit to discipline the three others. The only one you can call “husband material.”

Heeseung, Jake’s wingman. He’s probably even worse. I have NEVER seen such a pussy hungry guy. He was hitting on me the moment i met him, but Jake quickly shut that down, knowing it wouldn’t end well.

One night we were all hanging out at Jake’s dorm, drinking a little and playing some harmless truth or dare.. key word; harmless.

“y/n, truth or dare?” Sunghoon asks me, beer can in hand as he leans back on the small sofa.

“hm.. truth.” i respond back casually, crossing my arms.

“ahh.. cmon, you’re so lame.” Heeseung says with a small chuckle and smirk on his face. I roll my eyes and gesture for Sunghoon to give me my truth.

“i got one.” he says with a small grin, setting his beer down on the coffee table. “fuck, marry, kill and.. let’s say “kiss” for this sake since there’s four of us.”

“Park Sunghoon..” i roll my eyes again, uncrossing my arms, rubbing my head a little as i think for a minute or two. “uh.. i’d marry Jay..” i mumble softly, Jay giggling and nodding his head lightly. “i’d fuck.. Jake?.. i almost did that anyway.” i say in a sarcastic but joking way, making Jake crack a smile. “i’d kiss Heeseung and i’d kill you.” Hee starts laughing his ass off as he sees Sunghoon’s facial expression when i tell him my answer.

“you’d kill me?? y/n, cmon.. that’s so unfair. I’m way better than these guys.” Sunghoon says jokingly with a smug look as winks at me.

“yea well i never wanna find out.” i roll my eyes at Sunghoon’s wink and brush him off. “it’s my turn now, right? Hm.. Jake.” i give Jake a playful look and take a sip of my beer. “truth or dare?”

“hm.. dare. I’m not a pussy like you guys.” Jaeyun laughs and finishes his can of beer and lays back on the sofa next to Sunghoon.

“i dare you to not sleep with another girl for the next week.” I snicker.

“y/n, seriously!?.. cmon, you can’t do that to me. I’m a man, i have needs.” he gives me these horribly done puppy eyes.

“stop being so dramatic, it’s seven days.” i scoff, taking another gulp of my beer. “no because Jake has a point, that’s actual torture.” Heeseung adds in.

“you two just too horny for your own good.” Jay mumbles under his breath as he goes to the kitchen to get us more cans.

“whatever.. so it’s my turn, hm?.. okay, y/n. I don’t give one shit if you just went, truth or dare?” Jake smirks at me.

“ugh seriously?.. fine, i’ll choose dare too.” all the boys “ooo” and “aaah” and Sim gets this mischievous look on his face.

“i dare you to give me a lap dance, for a WHOLE minute.” Jake says bluntly, biting his lower lip a bit and looks at me up and down.

“nu-uh! I REFUSE to do that.” i quickly shake my head, glaring at him.

“cmon y/n, a dare’s a dare. You gotta do it.” Sunghoon adds.

“ugh.. i hate you.” i groan in frustration.

“sure you do baby, now dance for me.” Jake says in this flirty yet sarcastic tone, letting out a small chuckle. And before i knew it, he already put on the song ‘girls need love’ and man spread infront of me. I raise a brow and sigh, reluctantly walking up to him and starting to dance on him. Moving my hips in a seductive way and hovering my ass above his lap. The guys start hyping me up as they see me dance in such a suggestive way, clapping and cheering.

“shit.. y/n, you done this before?” Jake says with a kind of heavy breath, watching my curves and biting his bottom lip again.

“dude, you’re eye fucking her so hard.” Jay chuckles as he sees his friend trying so hard to not touch me and sets the cold cans on the coffee table.

“has it been a minute yet?..” i ask in a huffy tone as i keep dancing, an annoyed look on my face.

“nah baby it hasn’t..” he whispers as he hovers his fingers above my hips.

“you touch me and you’re dead, i swear to god.” i glare at Jake, looking at the tv and seeing that the song had already played for 58 seconds. I stop and flick his forehead, scoffing and sitting back down on the couch. Jake jokingly groans at the flick, rubbing his forehead but then smirks once more as he looks at me and my pouty yet frustrated look on my face.

“that was hot.”

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More months later, our school wanted to take all the seniors for a sort of trip, since graduation was nearing in a few months. The season was getting warmer, meaning it’s already been a few months since the whole ‘getting recorded’ incident. Everyone mostly forgot about it at this point but me and Jake were still really curious to who it was. Regardless of all that, i was really starting to get used to Jake and his friends as my own friends. But still not trying to be too clingy, feeling kind of insecure since i had joined the group not long ago. Either way, they were funny people and and we always had good talks, even if some were questionable..

This trip was in May and it was end of April, meaning it was getting close. It was to Jeju island. I had only been once when i was a little girl so i was excited to visit again, especially with my new made friends and Yunjin. Her friend circle wasn’t really my thing but i was always nice to them and they were almost always nice to me. Yunnie threatened the boys that if they tried anything on one of her friends or me again, she’d tear off their balls. Scary, isn’t it?

I was packing and packing, even if the trip was only for a week, you can never be too prepared. The weather in May was supposed to be nice so i took mostly some light clothes, accompanied by some hoodies and sweatpants just incase it gets cold. Pretty much everyone was packing, making sure to bring every essential thing you’d need.

It was around midnight and i had gotten out the shower a few hours ago, on the couch and watching the tv as i texted Jay. He was kind of like a big brother to me now, always giving me advice and looking out for me.

y/n you hear abt the roommate rules the chaperones announced?

what they announced a roommate rule?? we’re in uni, i thought we could room w whoever we wanted?

apparently not 🤷🏻 they said only same gender shit or wtv n like max 5 ppl

ig i’ll room w yunjin n her friends

btw can i ask you smth?

uhh yea sure, what is it?

u n jake are JUST friends, right?

I was confused on why Jay would ask me that, of course me and Jake were just friends, was he saying otherwise?..

yea we’re js friends, why?

idk sometimes he talks abt u in this non-friend way ig

wdym?

he says stuff like “u looked cute today in bio-chem” and he even noticed the little details abt u y/n, apparently you smell like jasmine or smth??

oh wtf, he actually knows the perfume i use?

it’s literally the first time i’ve seen him getting kind of obsessed w a girl 💀

stop ur probably overthinking it, maybe he’s js attentive

that’s the thing y/n, he’s not an attentive person 😐 he literally forgot my bday last year

ok what he actually forgot ur bday? 😭

nvm that, but cmon- u cant tell me this can’t mean smth

jay idk what to tell u cs me and jake are js friends from what ik

yea well thats not from what I KNOW

then ask him abt it tf?

yk what hes like y/n 🫤

yea ik, sorry

dw its fine, let’s just forget this

me and the guys are gonna get some coffee at that small cafe before classes tmrw morning, u wna come?

mhm! see u then ^^

I sighed, not knowing what to think about what Jay just told me. It made me feel like he was hiding something from me for some reason. His texts didn’t seem out of the ordinary but the way he asked that question was kind of out of the blue. I didn’t wanna bother him with it, not wanting to risk Jake hearing about it and then things getting complicated again. I was gonna keep my mouth shut.

The next morning we were all the cafe, drinking our coffee and eating some pastries and other breakfast items. Yunjin was a nearby table, talking with her own friends.

Chaewon, pretty, cute, sexy, anything a guy could want in a girl. Sweet but blunt, a good liar yet so honest sometimes. She’s had more boyfriends than i can count. But hey, who am i to judge?

Kazuha, hypocrite but such a good actress. I can never tell if she’s being honest or not. No one really can?.. The biggest cause of rumors at our school. She has a pretty strong personality, she is NOT meant for the weak.

Minji, the one that fits “looks like a marshmallow, could kill you.” Can ruin your reputation in a split second and like Chaewon, she’s pretty popular with the guys. People get on her nerves easily but she ‘tolerates’ some?.. Everyone’s too scared to approach her, and i get why.

We were all chatting and drinking our coffee, enjoying the free time we had before classes. Jay kept looking at me with this weird look and i was getting kind of suspicious again. Jake kind of noticed and slightly raised his brow, looking at me and Jay back and forth. He then suddenly interrupts the conversation Heeseung and Sunghoon were having.

“what’s going on with you two?” he asks in a curious tone.

“what do you mean?” Jay asks, setting his coffee down and trying to act innocent. “huh?..” i act dumb, not even knowing why Jay or Jake was looking at me in such weird ways. An awkward atmosphere surronds the table, everyone going kind of silent.

“you two are looking at eachother all weird.” Jake says in a kind of annoyed voice, even slightly rolling his eyes. Me and the guys get confused on why he was getting such an attitude all of a sudden.

“there’s literally nothing, what’s with you?” Jay starts getting a little defensive, also talking with attitude now.

“guys we’re in public, don’t.” i say in a quiet but firm tone. “we’re not in the mood to handle this shit, especially in the morning..” i rub my forehead, taking a sip of my coffee.

“then don’t.” Jake says coldly, glaring at Jay a little. It felt like he was getting.. jealous.

“yah, Jaeyun. What the fuck is wrong with you right now? I can’t even look at y/n now? You know, you should probably just admit to it already.” Jay says in such a blunt way.

“wait what? admit to what?” I get confused, looking back and forth from Jay and Jake, placing the palms of my hands on the table. The other two boys fall silent and just watch the scene, sipping on their coffee through their straws.

“go on Jake, tell her.” Jay gestures to his friend with his hand, his eyebrows furrowed.

“YOU told her, didn’t you? You assho-” Jake stands from his seat, leaning over the table to get in Jay’s face before Heeseung pulled him away. “Jaeyun, no.” he shakes his head, Jake huffing and sitting back down in his seat.

“okay what the shit is going on??” I was so confused by the situation, thinking this could be about the conversation me and Jay had over text the night before.

“fine..” Jake sighs in frustration, ruffling the back of his hair in a nervy manner and lets out an exhale. “it’s just..” he mumbles in a quiet tone, looking down at his hands. “i don’t know.. i haven’t felt like this in so long. I- uh.. whatever.. i gotta go.” he sighs, getting up from the table and walking out the cafe, i follow soon after him, worrying about him a little. Everyone just exchanges glances at eachother, knowing the conversation between me and Jake was gonna get either super uncomfortable or super emotional.

“Jake.. come on, talk to me.” I say softly, grabbing his arm gently to stop him from walking away. “I know how you don’t open up but..” I speak in a quiet tone, Jake’s footsteps coming to an end and turning to look at me again.

“fine. you wanna know why i’m like this?.. you wanna know why i fuck around with girls? I’m not an asshole who just sleeps with them for fun, it’s cause.. ugh!” he sighs in anger, covering his face with his hands and rubbing his eyes. “I just.. i do it to make myself feel better i guess.. i don’t know, it’s like something to prove.. i know it’s so stupid..” He leans against a wall, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Jake.. did someone.. hurt you?.. like before?..” I talk in a soft and gentle tone, wanting to seem understanding and accepting of his feelings.

“no!.. yea?.. ugh.. i just.. i hate talking about it..” he mumbles, looking at the ground and putting his hands in his pockets.

“hey.. if you don’t wanna talk about it, it’s fine..” I say softly again, gently rubbing his arm to let him know it was okay.

“look.. it’s.. it was a long time ago, it doesn’t matter. It’s just.. i guess.. i started to use sex as some sort of comfort.. or whatever.. it’s hard to explain.” He explained vaguely, sighing and his breathing getting a little uneven. It was the first time i had seen him be so.. vulnerable. I was surprised but relieved. If someone had told me 5 months ago that the campus’s fuckboy would be opening up to me like this, i’d laugh in their face.

I just hug him softly, hoping to bring him some sort of comfort. The others of course, didn’t see or hear any of this from the cafe since we Jake and i had kind of hidden against a wall and i was glad. He hugged me back, his arms wrapping around my waist and he buried his face in my neck. Jake breathed in slowly, taking in the scent of my perfume. “fuck. You smell good..” He groaned slightly at the smell as he whispered into my ear.

I giggle softly, letting him smell me and running my fingers through his hair. He was being so sensitive and.. real. I was glad to see the actual him and not the him everyone thinks they know, the him i thought i knew. He was so much more different, and i was glad he let his guard down. I was just nervous about when he’d probably put it back up again.

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May; Jeju trip! Everyone was putting their luggage and suitcases onto the train, sitting in their seats and getting comfortable for the next few hours.

I was sitting next to Yunjin, Jake next to Heeseung, Sunghoon next to Jay. Chaewon, Kazuha and Minji sitting in the seats for 4 and placing their handbags in the fourth seat. All our seats were pretty close to one another, having a good time and just spending time together. I fell asleep pretty quickly, mostly everyone on the train did, we were all tired since it was early in the morning. I leaned my head on Yunnie’s shoulder, earphones plugged in to drown out any noise from the outside world.

After an hour or so on that damn train we all get to the docks to get on the ferry to the island. We also put all our luggage on that huge boat and get seated again. Another 2-3 hours on the water and then we’ll finally get to our destination. I was now between Yunjin and Jake, trying to fall asleep again to distract myself from the seasickness i was feeling..

I kind of leaned back in my seat, letting my head fall back and closing my eyes. Jake saw what i was doing and decided to comment on it. “you didn’t sleep all night or something?” he says jokingly, folding his arms infront of his chest and laughing slightly.

“i did.. i’m just feeling kinda sick..” I mumble back to him, sighing and trying to drift off again.

“put your head on my shoulder then, you’ll break your neck sleeping like that.” he sighs again, gesturing for me to come closer to him. I shrug and rest my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes and finally starting to feel tired enough to fall asleep. I could still hear the small snarky comments of some girls around, spitting quiet insults at me seeing how close i was to Jake. I ignored it but it was kind of sweet how he shushed them and insulted them back in a small whisper to not wake me up.

The others were sitting across from us, watching the scene. Honestly, to alot people we’d probably look like a couple right now..

“yo, she sleeping?” Heeseung whispers as he leans forward, slightly tapping my shoulder, making me shift a little and groan lightly in my sleep.

“are you blind or something?.. duh, she’s sleeping.” Jake slaps Hee’s hand away from my shoulder.

“cute..” Heeseung whispers again, kind of messing with me in my sleep. Slightly tapping or poking me, getting small reactions out of me to make himself laugh.

“dude stop, you’ll wake her up..” Jake whisper scolds him, but also kind of giggling as he saw the small movements i did whenever i got poked.

“yah! why are you two bothering y/n?.. let her sleep.” Yunjin scolds the both of them in a whisper as well, moving my head from Jake’s shoulder to hers.

The two boys roll their eyes and start talking about something random. Soon enough, we get to the island. Everyone waking up and or getting their luggage and getting off the ferry.

After at least 5 hours of travel, we finally get to the damn hotel. It was a nice place, not far from the beach and the rooms were so comfy. Me, Yunjin, Minji, Kazuha and Chaewon get into our room, which was actually big enough for all 5 of us. There were two beds big enough to fit 2 people and then a small sofa that was big enough for one person, so i decided to sleep on that sofa.

The guys got to their own room and our chaperones let us settle in for the rest of the day. Most of us explored the hotel, or went to the beach. I decided to shower and then head to the hotel’s lounge, surprised to see Jake there. He was listening to some music and scrolling through his phone. I walked up to him and sat next to him, surprising him a little.

Jake takes out his airpods and smile as he sees me take a seat beside him. “hey.. your room okay?”

“mhm.. i’m sleeping on that small sofa, you?” i give him a small head tilt.

“i’m sleeping with Jay.. he sleeps like a rock so i’ll be fine.” he chuckles softly, putting his phone in his pocket. He scoots a little closer to me, one of his hands on my thigh now and gently stroking it with his thumb. “i’d rather sleep with you though..” he says jokingly, still stroking my thigh.

“mhm, sure you would..” I say sarcastically with a small eye roll. “you plan on bringing any girls into your hotel room this week?” I give him a small smile, letting him touch my thigh. It wasn’t a big deal to me, i was used to him being touchy now, but it felt kind of different this time..

“nah.. just wanna hang out with you guys, y’know?.. maybe you though?” Jake smirks a bit as he jokes again, or was it a joke?

“cmon, what’s with you?..” i ask with a gentle giggle, feeling him slightly squeeze my thigh.

“nothing’s with me.. just.. you look really cute to me right now..” he looks down at his hand, moving it up my thigh a little more, his fingers going as far as to slightly slide under the fabric of my pajama shorts. “you wanna head to my room?.. The guys and i wanted to have a few drinks if you wanna join?”

“drinks?.. sure, i’m down for that.” i nod and we get up from the couch, going upstairs to his hotel room.

As soon as Jaeyun opened the door to his room, oh dear god, my eyes widened.

All those boys were shirtless and with damp hair, all wearing baggy sweatpants or shorts. I could see the logo of their boxers sticking out.. either Calvin Klein or Supreme. What was this friend group!? They were all so hot, like.. SO HOT. I tried to act nonchalant and casual, but my red face was giving me away.

“aish, can’t you guys wear some shirts?..” Jake mutters, placing a hand over my eyes as he guides me inside the room and closes the door behind us.

“Jake it’s fine..” i mumble, taking his hand off my eyes and taking a long look at the boys again. Heeseung was probably the one who caught my attention the most. His abs, biceps, v-line… dear lord help me.

“like what you see, y/n?” Heeseung chuckles, putting on a shirt and covering that panty dropper of a body again, thankfully.

The other boys put on some shirts too, taking out some beers from their mini cooler and handing me one. We all sit in a small circle on the floor, talking and getting a little drunk after a few hours. We were all a little tipsy but Heeseung and Sunghoon were the drunkest. They were both blabbering nonsense and or saying the most random shit. It was kinda late, around 1 or 2 am.

We had all moved to sitting on the beds. I was yet again, sitting next to Jake and his right hand was literally between my thighs, caressing them in a gentle manner. We were mostly laughing and making fun of the two drunks, but also getting kind of tired. Yunjin had texted me to come back to our room soon since it was getting late so i was gonna leave soon anyway.

Heeseung was starting to look at me in a kind of.. mad way?.. He started getting kind of moody out of nowhere.. and then spoke up. Sunghoon had passed out on the bed and was even drooling onto the sheets.

“you two are so.. ugh.” he mumbles and scoffs, looking away and rolling his eyes.

“hyung you should stop drinking..” Jake says in a caring tone, taking away his friend’s drink away.

“yah!.. give me my beer back.” Heeseung says in a kind of mad tone. Shit was about to go down. Jay and i give eachother an “oh shit” type of look.

“hyung, seriously.. you shouldn’t drink anymore.” Jake says in a more serious tone,

“don’t tell me what to fucking do!.. i wanna drink so let me d-drink.” Hee replies in a firm tone, getting up from his bed and approaching us.

Jay motions for me to come to him so i get off the bed i was currently sitting on, going beside Jay now and watching the drama that was gonna down before us. The two start arguing, Heeseung starting to get a little physical as he tries to grab another drink from the cooler, Jake pushing him away and scolding him for acting like an asshole right now for no reason. “what the fuck is with you?”

“with me?.. Stop fucking touching y/n so much.. You’re always all over her, it’s fucking annoying.” Heeseung says in an angry tone, his eyes darting to Jake’s hands between my thighs. “you can’t even keep your hands off her for a one second..” he mutters, rubbing his forehead and groaning.

“huh?.. So what? The fuck you getting mad at it for?.. The only person it’s starting to bother is you.” Jake replies in a defensive and irritated tone.

“fucking hell man!.. It’s just ugh! I hate seeing that shit.. That’s why i posted that shit about you!” Hee blurted out in a fit of anger, barely realizing what’d he said before it was too late.

Me and Jay were both confused on what was going on, Hee looking at me with this small frown and letting out a small sound of frustration.

“fuck, i just.. i didn’t do it on purpose!.. i’m sorry i was just mad.. and drunk.. like right now!”

“Heeseung what are you talking about?..” Jay asks in a gentle tone, hoping to calm his friends down.

“what? what didn’t you do on purpose??” Jake asks with furrowed eyebrows, already getting a bad feeling at his hyung’s answer.

“i did it!.. i posted that damn video! of you and y/n.. it was me, okay? It’s been eating at me for m-months..” Heeseung admits, running a hand through his hair and looks at the ground. He sighs before he continues. “I knew y/n before you knew she even existed.. She’s just so cute and ugh!.. But i overheard her talking with Yunjin in the library that she’d never go out with a guy like you or me.. and i just got so pissed when i saw you two making out at that damn party!.. I wasn’t gonna post it but then the next morning i saw you two in bed together and you didn’t even know her name and i just.. i was hung over and i snapped.” He was talking so fast and he was so drunk his words were kind of hard to make out. I was in shock, Jay’s jaw was on the floor, Sunghoon was still out cold on the bed and Jake was giving Heeseung a death stare.

“what?..YOU WHAT?” Jake grabbed Heeseung by the collar, getting in his face and a vein starting to pop out of his neck.

“Jaeyun. No, don’t..” Jay says firmly, ripping Jake off of Heeseung as i just watch this whole thing play out. Jay turns towards me and gets a softer tone of voice. “y/n.. you should go..”

I just stand, my brain still trying to process was Hee had just admitted to, shaking my head back into reality and walking out of their hotel room. I was scared on how all this would go, but i knew i couldn’t get in the way of it right now. I was just hoping no one would get hurt.

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The next morning basically everyone was in the cafeteria eating from the breakfast buffet. I was looking for Jake.. or any one of those dumbasses to explain what happened. I didn’t wanna bother them with texts or calls.. i also didn’t wanna seem nosy or anything if i came to their door so all i could do was wait until someone reached out to me of if i ran into them around the hotel.

I was picking after my food, not feeling like eating. My mind was way too preoccupied with what Heeseung had said last night. He liked me?.. He was the one who posted that video of me and Jake?.. I mean, he had hit on me the first few times we met after i started becoming friends with Jake, but he did that with so many girls i never thought anything about it. Now some things started to make sense, but also didn’t at the same time.

What Jay said before about Jake being attentive to the small details about me, Jake telling me why he was such a fuckboy.. even if it was in such a vague way. It all made me want to know more, i wanted to understand what was going on. Everything was so confusing and there were loose threads all over the place. How did my life get so complicated this year?

I hadn’t told Yunjin about any of this, even though i wanted to. I just felt like it wasn’t my place to say such personal things to someone who wasn’t close to them. The girls could tell i was feeling down, and they all questioned it a little but i brushed them off. They mostly let it go, but i could tell they knew something was off.

After a few minutes of just staring into space at my plate of food, i felt a small tap on my arm, Chaewon whispering quietly. “y/n.. Jake’s here and uh..” she trails off, letting me see for myself.

I look at her with a relieved expression, sighing contently and then my eyes searching the room for Jake. My heart sank when i did though.

He was walking into the cafeteria, wearing the same clothes he had on the night prior, messy hair and hickeys!? They were all over his neck. I felt a surge of anger grow inside me. What the fuck?.. I actually felt more disappointed than mad, actually more confused than anything. Jake’s eyes meet mine across the room and he just looks away from me, sitting at a random empty table. He looked ashamed and sad. It was clear he didn’t wanna talk to me right now. Shortly after, this girl walks in the cafeteria, wearing one of Jake’s shirts and sits beside him, smiling and giving him a small kiss.

I felt my heartbeat speed up, cold sweat starting to break out my forehead and my throat went dry. I felt like my stomach was gonna fall out my ass and honestly i wanted to rip that bitch’s hair out. Was i jealous?.. He was being so like.. UGH with me yesterday and even before! And now he suddenly hooks up with a random girl!? Was i just delusional to think he was starting to like me then?..

I was in such deep thought, i didn’t even realize someone was walking towards me. Chaewon gently shakes me again and motions her head towards a certain direction. I snap out of it and look up to where Chaewon gestured to, seeing Heeseung infront of me. I get a small blush on my face and Hee rapidly pulls me out of my chair, dragging me out of the cafeteria and into a corner of the hallway. He sighs and groans slightly as he rubs his eyes a little to wake himself up. He clearly had just gotten up..

“y/n.. i know you’re probably confused.. and even mad.. but i wanna explain..” Heeseung says to me in a soft and tired tone, looking deep into my eyes. “i know i fucked up by posting that video.. i told Jake this as well, but he didn’t even wanna listen to me. I know it isn’t an excuse but when i actually did post it, i didn’t think he’d even care… cause why would he, right?.. But then you two started hanging out and questioning everyone about it.. god i wanted to just seuck it up and say it was me but.. fuck, i liked you.. i didn’t want you to hate me.”

“Hee.. you seriously liked me?.. Like actually?..” i ask in a gentle tone, not wanting to seem upset with him, even though i was.

“yeah.. i did. But fucking hell, the moment you left our hotel room he started debating whether he should go after you or not.. and that’s when i realized he probably has something for you that i never did..” Heeseung sighs, trying to remember what happened next since he still had that raging hangover. “y/n.. i know me and Jake.. we both seem like assholes who just fuck around for shits and giggles.. maybe that’s all i wanted with you, i have no fucking clue.. but i know damn well that’s not what Jake wants with you.. he hasn’t felt anything real in a long time.”

“then what the-? Who the fuck is she!?.. God you boys are so damn confusing!” i kind of snap, feeling all my frustrations start to come out.

“I KNOW! Damn girl let me finish..” Hee sighs, trying to calm me down before continuing. “Jake went to your hotel room after he cooled down a bit but when he knocked, Kazuha answered and said you were already sleeping.. both of them didn’t wanna wake you so that dumbass went to the hotel’s bar to have a drink and.. well i guess you can figure out the rest..”

I frowned. I was disappointed in Jake, even mad. He had slept with another girl when he liked me?.. What kind of a guy does that?.. I was just kind of quiet. Maybe i shouldn’t put my hopes into it.. maybe i should just move on. Me and Jake weren’t even an actual thing so why was i getting my panties in a twist over this? But i guess deep down i knew i was feeling something for him too.

That day, our chaperones let us explore the island a little, kind of giving us a day to have fun and relax in the nice weather. Me and the girls were sunbathing near the beach, wearing our swimsuits and sunglasses.

My bikini was black, it highlighted my breasts perfectly and the bottom even had a small skirt over the underwear part. It was a very cute yet sexy type of swimsuit and i’d be lying if i said i didn’t wear it to catch someone’s attention. I was trying to get my mind off of Jake, even Heeseung, just anything.. i wanted some peace cause at this point, my emotions were just overwhelming me.

I posted a selfie of us underneath the sunlight and kind of purposely showing off my body to make sure a CERTAIN guy would get jealous, though i doubt it would.

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My eyes were closed, relaxing and soaking in all that vitamin D i had been lacking for a while. Suddenly, my body cooled and i couldn’t feel the warmth of the sun anymore. I thought it was maybe a cloud but when i opened my eyes, there was Jake infront of me. Looking down at me, his expression kind of blank and it looked like he wanted to say something.

“we need to talk.” Jake says in a hushed tone, grabbing me from my pool bed and pulling me away from the beach, throwing us inside some small cabin near the sand. The girls were confused on why he just snatched me away, so they all got up and put their ears to the wooden door.

“what the hell?.. let go of me.” I scoff, pulling his arm off me and crossing my arms, looking at him up and down. “what do you even wanna talk about?.. You never tell me anything anyways!.. You were actually being genuine with me for weeks and i don’t know if i’m fucking delusional or something, but i thought you actually liked me somehow! Then you go and fuck some other girl just because i was asleep?.. I don’t know who the fuck hurt you but i don’t understand you at all.” I kind of raise my voice, letting out all my thoughts and frustrations on him, finally saying what i’d been thinking for the past few hours.

“y/n.. please, listen.” Jake says in a softer voice, running a hand through his dark brown hair and looking at me in the eyes, a regretful expression on his face. “I know i messed up.. and i’m so sorry. I was frustrated and drunk, and i know it isn’t an excuse but please just listen for me for a minute.” he gently holds my hands in his and pulls me closer to him. “I don’t why i did that.. but i swear, i swear on my mom’s damn life if that’s what you want, that she meant NOTHING. She was just there.. and i’m so sorry. I know nothing i can say can change what i did..”

“i don’t even know why i’m so mad.. we aren’t anything.. you know what, forget what i said, i don’t even wanna talk about it. I feel stupid even opening my mouth.” I sigh, looking at the ground and pulling my hands away from his.

“no, i’m not forgetting this y/n. I want us to be something.. i want you. I know i fucked up.. let me show you that i’m being real about you..” he says desperately, almost whispering that last part as he pulls me in again by the waist this time, his warm breath hitting my face.

“Jake?.. what are you doing..” I mumble in a quieter tone, his hands gently sliding up and down my sides. I could feel my heartbeat picking up and my face getting hot.

“y/n.. let me make you feel good.. i’ve been dying to for so long..” Jake whispers into my ear sensually, his hands slowly making their way down to my thighs and he suddenly picks me up, pushing me against the wall of that shed and holding my thighs up. “Wrap your legs around me..”

I was still so mad and confused but damn i was turned on now. I couldn’t help but melt at his touch and words, my legs slightly wobbly already as i wrapped them around his waist.

“baby i know you’re mad but let me make it up to you..” he whispers again, already undoing my bikini strings and slipping his veiny hands under my top, squeezing and massaging my bare breasts.

“Jake.. stop..” I say in a slightly breathy tone, feeling my body heat up and i try to push him off.

“nu-uh.. push me all you want, i know you want this too..” He leans in closer, his lips quickly pressing onto mine as he forces his tongue into my mouth. “y/n.. baby.. please kiss me back. Fuck, i wanna feel you so badly..” he says in such a desperate and soft way, making me give in and kiss him back.

“i’m still mad though..” I whisper between kisses, trying to stop myself but i just couldn’t.

“I know.. and i’m so sorry.. let me make it up to you, hm baby?.. Let me fuck you so good you’ll forget all about being mad at me..” Jake whispers back against my lips, groping and grabbing at every part of my body he could find, slowly grinding the growing tent in his pants against me.

God how was he so good at this!? My mind was going fuzzy as he ran his hands all over me, pulling my bikini off. I watched as he slowly undressed himself as well, pulling off his t-shirt slowly and revealing that gorgeous body of his. Unbuckling his belt and breathing heavily as he slid his pants down to pool at his ankles. The way he moved, talked, touched.. it was all so fucking sexy. Now i REALLY understood why so many girls sleep with him..

The girls who had been listening to all this through the wall started looking at eachother with wide eyes and quickly ran back to their pool beds, pretending as if they didn’t know what he and i were now doing in that shack..

Jake and i were breathing heavily, his torso pressed up against my back. His face buried in the nape of my neck as he tightly held onto my hips. It was LITERALLY the best sex i’d ever had..

“Jake.. can you tell me why you don’t get into serious relationships?..” I knew it was a sudden subject after being intimate with someone, but the question had been picking at my brain for months, ever since he told me about it at that cafe.

“uh- i.. damn.. okay that came out of nowhere?.. This is kind of a hard subject..” He mutters softly, sighing a little. He kisses my neck softly and starts dressing the both of us again, all the while, starting to talk about his past. “Well.. i used to have a girlfriend back when i was a senior in highschool.. so basically almost 5 years ago. Anyways.. she was like my first actual relationship, you know?.. I put so much time and effort for her, loved her with everything i could.. But i guess it wasn’t enough cause as soon as we started to talk about going to college together..” he sighed again, looking more gloomy as he put his belt back on. “I passed by her place to drop off some things she’d left at mine.. and- that’s when i caught her cheating on me.. with some college guy she had met. I still don’t even know his fucking name..” I could tell he was getting pissed telling this story. “She said she saw me more as a safety net than anything else.. and that if i tried to leave her she’d leak all the shit i’d sent her. That’s why i got so pissed when i saw that video of us.. it just brought back bad memories..”

I felt bad for Jake, hell, i could understand where he was coming from. But i also felt for all those girls he used as a way of coping. I kissed his lips once again, letting out a deep breath and looking deep into his eyes.

“i’m sorry that happened to you, but it’s not a reason to take it out on other people. Heeseung thinks you hate him now, and i know you don’t. Please talk to him, okay?..” I whisper in a little voice. Jake nods, sighing and then pulls me in for another hug.

“i’m still really sorry about that other girl though..” he murmurs as he trails light pecks on my neck.

“make it up to me..” I answer, running my fingers through his hair and placing gentle kisses on his head, even laughing a little.

“sex isn’t enough?” he grins playfully, obviously joking. “Hm.. i’ll take care of you, buy presents for you, come over whenever you need me.. and uh- i’ll even buy you those grape gummies you like so much every day if i have to.” he says quickly and excitedly. He was acting like a happy puppy, and it was so damn adorable.

“fine fine.. you’re off the hook.”

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Jake did end up talking to Heeseung. I didn’t see them all afternoon but i knew everything would be okay. They had been friends since the beginning of college and they were like brothers to eachother.

Eventually, i heard back from those two and everything was okay. Yunjin was so confused about what had been going on for these past few weeks, especially after what she and the other girls heard in that small pool house near the beach.. so i decided to tell her EVERYTHING, with Jake beside me of course.

Our Jeju trip had come to an end before we knew it though.. I was kinda sad about it but i was so glad about the outcome. The guys were on good terms again, no one had no more secrets to keep to themselves, and Jake was officially mine. He made sure every girl he’d ever hooked up with would know he was taken now. Posting me, making us buy matching clothes, even putting me as his wallpaper. Some girls were obviously not happy about it, but they could go fuck themselves.

The rest of the school year was spent with studying, studying and more studying to graduate. Graduation year was the hardest year ever, and that was completely normal but damn was it tiring.. I was almost at the end of the tunnel though, and we all had eachother for support.

Graduation day was way more fun than i had ever imagined it. I had changed so much in one year and all because of one guy. He really made come out of my shell. It had been almost 2 months since me and Jake started dating at this point, yet we still hadn’t had the courage to say ‘i love you.’

I was packing my things, going to my parent’s for the summer. I wanted to spend time with my folks and my hometown, visit my brother as well. Jake was helping me pack, well if you call trying to distract me packing..

“baby.. take a break, you’ve been doing this for hours.” he groans, hugging me from the back and starting to plant light kisses on my cheek and neck.

“Jake.. i’m almost done, leave me alone.” I say in a playfully firm tone. He knew i didn’t mean it in a mean way, i just wanted to concentrate.

“aw come on.. you can’t make some time for me?..” he starts to lower his tone, his lips moving down to my shoulder and his hands starting to wander to the waistband of my denim shorts.

“babe.. seriously, i’m almost done. Later..” I mumble, trying to push him off a little but he wouldn’t budge. His hold on me got tighter and he started to move tug at my shorts, pulling them down slightly.

“if i told you i love you, will you pay attention to me?” he whispers again, his hands sliding up and under my shirt, groping my boobs and smiling to himself.

“wait what?” i look over my shoulder and at him. Did i hear that right? “you what?”

“i love you.. and i wanna give you some lovin’ right now..” He laughs softly with that stupid expression on his face. I smile back at him, giving him a gentle kiss. I became all soft and red, feeling the butterflies in my stomach bounce around if that was even possible. I had been waiting for this moment, and i finally got it.

“I love you too.. but that was so cheesy..” I whisper against his lips, laughing as well as my hand crawled up into his hair and gently tugging at it.

“I know..” he whispers back, turning me around for me to face him completely and backing me up into a wall. “Fuck packing though.. i was serious about that lovin’..”

“stop saying that..” I laugh again. “But you’re still helping after..”

“yeah yeah..” he mutters with a small nod, heavily kissing me, not even letting me kiss him back. “I love you, i love you, i love you..” he repeated, making the both of us giggle and smile.

I felt pure joy whenever i was with him, talking with him, kissing him. He just lit me up. I never thought i’d be with someone like Sim Jaeyun, but here we are.

I guess something good can come out of a drunken mistake.

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If you made it all the way down here, thank you so so so so so much! I worked pretty hard on this and i hope it was easy and nice to read, even if it is a little on the longer side. 💗💗

© please don’t copy my work.

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I know I’m preaching to the choir here, but I can’t help but feel that so many of the problems in treatment and healthcare come from how our society totally misrepresents what medicine is and how it works. So, let’s clarify some misconceptions:

1. No one can give you a “clean bill of health”. There are not tests for every condition, and no doctor under the sun is going to order every single test possible.

2. No category is perfect. Practically every single condition has its abnormal presentations, it’s uniquenesses, it’s fuzzies around the edges. The vast majority of people with any condition do not present 100% with all the signs of that condition and absolutely nothing else.

3. No person fits perfectly into one category. Very rarely are you going to find out “what is wrong with you”. The answer is usually that there are several things. Some of them wrong, some of them just hurting because of the context, and they are all interplaying to create a unique circumstance inside of you

3. No treatment is perfect. Some of them are very close, and rarely hurt anyone. But some of them rarely work at all. Medicine isn’t the process of knowing how to fix things, it’s the process of trying the best you can with the information you have at the time, and trying to make sure you do more good than harm in each case. The best doctors are the ones who are honest with you about this, and tell you the odds, and let you make informed decisions.

4. Doctors and nurses do not have the time, energy, or ability to properly care for all of their patients. There are simply not enough of them. They work long hours, they are exhausted, they are trained on often flawed and contradictory information, and by the time they graduate half of it is out of date, and they don’t have the time to keep up. The best of them try, and often end up completely burned out by it. A lot of them just get tired, and petty. And oftentimes, the only people they can take it out on is the patients. This sucks. But it is understandable. Navigating healthcare is dealing with a bunch of hurt people who are hurting each other, even when trying their best. And you are navigating it at the worst moments in your life. There is no easy solution to this for either you or the doctor.

5. If something feels wrong in your body, or something isn’t working how it should, no test can tell you that’s not true. They can rule out a ton of things, and that’s really good. But if you are in pain, they cannot “rule out” that you are in pain. There may be nothing they can do for you. The issue may not be a sign of some big underlying issue. It may resolve on its own. But that does not negate what is happening inside of your body. Medicine has not described every single way the human body can be, and every single way it can be in distress. Medicine focuses on the things that are easiest to help, the things that will help the most people, the things that will make the most money, and the things that they stumble into some treatment for. The system as it is cannot bear the weight of knowing and treating everything.

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