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irrevocableloves · 8 months

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violent delights

twilight rewrite! edward cullen x fem!witch!reader

chapter one: the city of forks welcomes you

masterlist ౨ৎ chapter two

summary: y/n swan has lived in forks all of her life, but when she takes her summer-long vacation to california to visit her mother, she returns to a strange new family accompanying the small town.

warnings: swearing, angst

words: 1.8k

a/n: this has been in my drafts for so so long and tbh i haven't written a fanfic since i was 12... and i'm fr 22, but i've ran out of twilight fanfics to read (i've been waiting weeks for one specific one to update and i'm going crazy)... so anyways !! hope you enjoy !!

Opening my eyes, I was greeted with the trees of Forks, Washington. After an almost four hour drive, I could sense that I was nearing my home as the city was nowhere to be found. Instead it was replaced with deep green trees, dim skies, and the small shops that swept by as my dad drove.

I liked Forks, more than I probably should. Everyone here, mostly the kids, sulked about big bright cities where the sun would actually make an appearance. They longed for the liveliness that Forks had never given them.

But me? I secretly adored the quietness of it all. But of course, I had a disadvantage. Every summer I bathed in the sun rays of California, visited the busy cities, the warm beaches, and the overall liveliness that was craved from everyone else. But I was drained. Normally, it would be the opposite from any other person, but I always loved the cold. Ever since I was a kid, my little brain was wired to believe that Forks was almost like Christmas every single day of the year. So, rain, snow, or even ice (even with the ungodly amount of times I've slipped) never had me in too big of a rut.

With my mom back in California, though I loved her to death, was an absolute headache most of the time. And unlike my dad, she hovered. But, it wasn't her fault. The summer is the only time she had me, the rest were reserved with Charlie, which had resulted in this summer's mishaps: she begged me to stay longer. One would think that school would be an easy get out, but she knew the first month was nothing but dry introductions, syllabi, and effortless assignments. It was partly my fault. I was never one to turn her down, perhaps it was guilt because maybe she and I felt deep down that I favored my father more because who could ever turn down a chance to live in the perfect bustling city of San Francisco over Forks.

So I stayed. But now, it's the beginning of October. Thankfully, I was able to get in contact with the school in order to get all of my classes in order, as well as the help of my best friend, Angela, who emailed me all of the assignments. Jessica on the other hand, filled me in on all of the gossip. Her phone calls consisted of talks about her massive crush on Mike as well as the new and "totally weird" (as Jessica put it) family. "Suuupperrr pale, but weirdly GORGEOUS. I mean this Edward guy, he's wow. I swear if Mike doesn't make a move soon... I wonder if I could make him jealous?" The conversations were mostly one-sided, always either complaining about Mike's obliviousness or never catching that new guy's attention.

Now that I knew I was caught up on everything to do with school, all I wanted was to bury myself in bed and prepare for an alarm that hasn't been set in months.

I awoke to the sound of a car honking outside my window, assuming it was nothing, I settled back into my pillows, throwing my purple duvet back over your head for hopefully another thirty minutes of sleep.

"Y/N/N!" I heard my dad's voice accompanied by one of his famously loud whistles from outside of my window. That's when I finally got up and peered over with squinting eyes to see my father coming out of a car that most definitely wasn't his squad car.

Once my vision settled, I saw a green Volkswagen beetle parked in the driveway. No fucking way. I sprinted down the stairs and flung the front door open to see my father with a wide grin, gesturing the keys in front of my face.

"For me? You're joking?" I said in complete shock.

"You want me to be joking? Cause if so I can just bring this right back to Billy and let him sell it to some other geezer."

"No! No! No! I mean... Thank you, dad. Oh my god, how did you guys even find this?"

"Well, consider it a late birthday present. Billy and Jacob found it back in May for your birthday and decided to fix it up for ya, free of charge, but I paid 'em of course."

"Thanks dad and how about we invite Billy and Jacob over sometime and I'll cook? As a thank you?"

"You bet."

Once I parked in front of the school, my group of friends welcomed me with open arms, with Angela and Jessica squealing about how much they missed you and the boys, mostly just Mike, trying to awkwardly hug me.

I knew Mike had a crush on me, since third grade to be exact, which only made it worse for my friendship with Jessica, which made it worse for Lauren, Jessica's bestest friend to have an even better reason to despise me.

The first four classes: English, Government, Trigonometry, and French were surprisingly a breeze thanks to the assignments either Angela or the teachers sent over while I was away.

While at lunch, a new, unfamiliar bunch emerged from the cafeteria doors. They were beautiful... and also extremely pale even for Forks. So, this was the family Jessica was practically drooling over?

"Who are they?" I questioned anyways.

Jessica leans in, being careful to whisper, "It's the family I was telling you about. Dr. and Mrs. Cullen's foster kids. They all moved down here from Alaska like last month."

I studied the first girl who walked in, bleached blonde hair, almost black eyes that were almost unsettling, she wore a thin grey coat and a knitted white scarf that matched her icy skin, and a necklace with a large charm that looked to be a family crest of some sort.

"The blonde girl, Rosalie, and the big dark-haired guy, Emmett..." Jessica continued.

More of the family gathered in slowly, the blonde was linking hands with a man with jet black hair, with the same family crest residing on his wrist.

"... they're a thing. I'm not even sure that's legal." Jessica grimaced.

Angela piped in, "Jess, they're not actually related."

"But they live together and all wear that weird creepy crest like some sort of cult. And the little dark haired girl, Alice, she's really weird..."

Despite Jessica's remarks, Alice was the one who caught my eye the most so far and not in a negative way. She reminded me of a fairy almost with her pixie-like hair cut, her style, and the way she carried herself, which was pretty whimsical in a way. Her arms were locked with a man beside her, bleached blonde just as Rosalie was.

"... she's with Jasper, the blonde who looks like he's in pain" Jessica continued on, "I mean, Dr. Cullen's like this foster dad slash match maker."

"Maybe he'll adopt me." Angela giggled.

The last Cullen to enter, I assumed it was Edward, the man Jessica claimed to be weirdly gorgeous and 'wow'. 'Wow' was the perfect word to explain how I felt as he strode down the cafeteria. I couldn't keep your eyes off of him, even as he went past your table, I was oddly captivated by his presence. He had a lanky body, matched with the same pale skin as his siblings, bronze hair and striking smirk. You could've sworn he heard Jessica's whispered remarks from across the cafeteria.

"He's totally gorgeous, obviously. But apparently, no one here is good enough for him. Like I care." She does. "Anyway, don't waste your time."

"I wasn't planning on it." I looked away before his eyes could find mine and once I did, I felt as if holes were practically burned at the back of my head. Was he staring?

Out of curiosity, I peered over my shoulder, quickly glancing, seeing his eyes on mine and quickly turning my eyes back, slowly hiding behind my hair.

Before I walked into Biology, I shuffled through my backpack to look for the assignments I'd done in your time away, settling them in my hands as I walked through the door.

Greeting Mr. Banner, I handed him my completed assignments that were neatly put together with a paper clip.

"Finally nice to see you Miss Y/L/N, how was your summer?" Being great at biology put you at an advantage, not only for assignments, but because Mr. Banner didn't question much about my month long disappearance, but I couldn't say the same about PE...

"It was good, thank you."

"Well that's great, I'm glad! And I appreciate your completed assignments, not even people attending have it all quite done like you have!" He rambled. "So! Your seat... There's a seating chart, but there should be an empty seat I left for you...,yes! Right there, next to Mr. Cullen." Mr. Banner pointed to the right side of the classroom to the seat next to the Cullen boy.

Edward's eyes once again felt as if they burned through my own, staring at me as if you had wronged him in some way. The hatred in his eyes was well aware, but for what reason?

With each step I took, the more disgust in his features appeared, almost as if he was holding his breath. Did I stink or something? I attempted not to smell myself to see if perhaps I had raging body odor or even a bad breath that radiated from across the classroom. No one else seemed to have an issue besides him.

Once I was sat, I heard him mutter into a cough, but I only made eye contact with his beading black eyes and said nothing at all. He only pushed the microscope towards me slowly, being careful to not come any closer to me as if he would catch something.

I sighed loudly, making my annoyance well known. He only just tensed.

Throughout the entirety of the class, the tension continued. I even considered going up to Mr. Banner and asking to switch seats with someone, but that only sparked the possibility of Mike forcing Eric to switch seats and I honestly couldn't figure out which would be worse. So, I decided to suffer through the entire hour and perhaps learn to suffer the entire year partnered with a man who could hardly even look me in the eye without being utterly disgusted.

At first I was hurt, but the hurt swiftly turned into annoyance once the partner sessions began. He didn't even consult with me, rather he just scribbled as fast as he could, only of what he was able to see through the microscope, only handing it to me after to check his answers. All correct, surprisingly.

Staring at the clock, I was counting down the time until the bell. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Edward had gotten up, practically running out of the classroom before the bell had officially rung.

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irisintheafterglow · 9 months

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More Than It Seams (Epilogue)

SERIES MASTERLIST

summary: a year after the events of the hero ball, you have an anniversary party for your company with a few familiar faces. (pro!todoroki x reader)

word count: 1.4k

cw/tags: swearing, mentions of food/eating, just grown-up class 1a having a party with you and shoto, pet names (love, babe, baby)

note: surprise! one more little drabble to end out this series because i just can't get enough of them. thank you thank you thank you for all the support you've given this series, it's been so fun writing it and i'm excited to create more in the future.

likes/reblogs/feedback are appreciated <3

“I am not skilled at blowing up balloons.” Another fart-like sound of a flying balloon zips past your head and you duck. Part of you was wondering if he was doing this on purpose.

“It’s okay, babe, really. I’ll get to them in a second. Just leave them there, please?”

“Can I start on the streamers, then?”

“You bought streamers?”

“Midoriya told me to.” A gust of freezing air and particles of ice blow past the back of your neck, indicating that your boyfriend had made yet another spike of ice instead of grabbing a ladder.

“Sure, love. Please remember to melt those before everyone gets here.” Your words are choppy and borderline indecipherable from the roll of tape you hold between your teeth. You’d been trying to hang the banner for ten minutes now, but the adhesive wasn’t cooperating with you. You puff an exhale through pursed lips, resting your hands on your hips and scowling at the multi-colored pennants of cardstock. “I will defeat this piece of shit, so help me All Might,” you mutter spitefully to yourself, but he hears it anyway.

“Do you want me to actually call All Might? I can do that.”

“I know you can, and please do not.” You can’t help chuckling at his earnestness, and smile as he sticks his tongue out in concentration taping a blue streamer to the top of a window. “You look cute like that.”

His head tilts in your direction, two-toned hair falling messily on his forehead while he still holds one end of the streamer. His voice is even, but his eyes twinkle with boyish mischief. “Don’t I look cute all the time?”

“You do, but even more so when you’re doing this.” You mimic his expression, sticking your tongue out to the side, and he huffs out a laugh. “Thank you for helping me with all of this. You really didn’t need to.”

“I know I didn’t need to–”

“But you wanted to. I know, love.” A sharp eyebrow raises teasingly at your easy completion of his sentence. “You’ve been saying that for over a year now, you know.”

“Have I?”

“Mhmm, even though it seems like yesterday you were destroying my work for an excuse to look at me.”

“I think destroying is much too harsh of a word.”

“Doesn’t matter what you think. I’m right.” You can’t help grinning amusedly when he gives you a blank stare. You both know that you’re the best at twisting his words around back at him, much to his displeasure. You peer at him over the expanding latex of the stray balloon you’re inflating.

“Fine. You’re right, and I own this building,” he declares in triumph, choking out another laugh when your face falls in disbelief and you accidentally spit out the balloon.

“You can’t pull the building card every single time I’m winning an argument!”

“I definitely can.” He was right, even if you didn’t admit it.

Following you quitting your job, Shoto helped both you and your roommate move out and lease your own spaces. He accompanied you through numerous apartment showings and reassured you of your decision for the place you called yours now. Ever the respectful boyfriend, he didn’t ask you to move in with him right away; instead, he asked if he could move in with you in your new apartment, even though he financed half of it. You knew he had extensive real estate holdings across the globe, but discovered one morning when you were lying in bed together that he considered your apartment home. Home, you’d echoed, looking up at him and running your thumb over his scar. I like the sound of that.

He’d also helped you find a new space for you to kickstart your company and took it upon himself to buy not just the floor your office was on, but the entire building.

“You what?!”

“I bought the building.” He said it so casually, slurping a bundle of soba noodles as if buying a whole plot of land was as natural as breathing. It was another late night where you waited for him to get off patrol, sharing dinner in the living room of your home. His eyes flicked to your jaw, slack in disbelief, and he shrugs. “It’s really not that important, babe.”

“‘Not that important,’ my ass. You bought me a building?”

“No, I bought us a building. I could buy the whole block, too, if you’d like.” You cough, noodles sliding down the wrong pipe of your throat. He was playing, now, but you knew he’d buy you the entire city if you asked for it. After merging the costume division of his agency with your company, he released a public statement announcing the partnership between the Todoroki Agency and your business. Shortly after hiring new staff, including your other designer from M’s collapsing company, other agencies began requesting partnerships after Izuku and Bakugo’s agencies pledged to work with you too. Momo and Jiro hopped ship to your business as well after investigations revealed M embezzling funds and committing tax evasion.

“Does that look okay, babe?” You stand back to inspect your work hanging above the gigantic posters of your hero partners in your sitting area. Each pennant of the banner is coordinated to match one of your clients, spelling out “CELEBRATING ONE YEAR OF COLLABORATION” in vibrant colors.

“It looks great, love. And right on schedule, too. They should be arriving any minute–”

As if on cue, the entrance blows open with a swift kick and you bite down a smirk at the stomping of heavy boots. “Alright, nerds. I brought your fucking food. You better have plates because I didn’t bring that shit.” Bakugo’s rough voice echoes through the office and the smell of whatever is in the aluminum container he carries wafts into your nose. “What’s so funny, Salonpas?”

The corner of your boyfriend’s mouth quirks and you snort at his new nickname. “Did you forget utensils? I wasn’t aware you were capable of forgetting things.” You pinch the bridge of your nose with two fingers. You loved Shoto, but he could be a royal asshole sometimes.

“I’m gonna make you forget things if you don’t shut the fuck up–” Bakugo’s face contorts into a growl, but morphs into indignancy as a corded bicep wraps around his shoulders, effectively restraining him. “He forgot. He’s just too stubborn to admit it.” Kirishima’s toothy grin appears from behind Bakugo’s hair, followed closely by Kaminari and Mina. “We did snag some cool looking drinks on the way, though!” Kaminari holds up a six-pack of questionably colored fizzy soda, and you hand it to Shoto to put on ice. Mina pulls you into a tight hug, spinning you around to look at your outfit and running her fingers appreciatively over the decadent fabric.

From the corner of your eye, you spot a black tendril attached to a neighboring building and then immediately detach. Something thuds against your east-facing window, despite being on the thirteenth floor, and you casually yell that it’s open without looking at who it is. It glides open, and Deku scrambles down from the ledge. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. Am I late?” He pulls off his mask and starts furiously pulling items from his belt, including a lighter, candles, confetti poppers, and party hats.

“Oi, Deku! Close the damn window, dumbass! You’re letting all the AC out!”

A gloved hand raises to slide it shut, but stops as another voice calls from outside.

“Yo, leave that open!” Sero shouts as he swings into your office, excitedly holding up an identical six-pack of neon drinks to mirror Kaminari. “Damn, everyone’s here already. Am I that late?”

“No, I think we take that title from you, Sero.” Momo and Jiro enter hand-in-hand, waving apologetically. “We got a little caught up in what to wear to a designer’s party, sorry.”

“Oh, shit, were we supposed to dress up?” He glances down at his usual hero costume, grimacing. “Oops.”

“No, no, you’re all good. This isn’t a fancy party by any means.” You gravitate to Shoto’s side, and his arm slides around your waist like clockwork. “If this was a fancy party by any means, that toxic waste would be nowhere near our building.” You point at the 11 bottles of unnaturally colored alcohol in the cooler on the counter, and raise an eyebrow at Kaminari as he cracks one open.

He takes a sip sheepishly, eyes widening in shock. “Holy fuck, this is so good.” He raises the bottle triumphantly like a sword. “To one year of making sure we don’t look ugly when we’re kicking ass, and to many, many more!”

Your boyfriend gives your hip a squeeze, pressing a kiss to your cheek as your friends cheer in agreement.

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softspiderling · 8 months

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but i need your lips on mine | d.h.

summary: derek hale is a mystery you have yet to solve

pairing: derek hale x reader

warnings: none

word count: 1,9k

author's note: hello guys the teaser for the long awaited college au is finally here. i hope you guys like it :) tagging @stilinskiderek bc i’ve been annoying charlotte about this fic for ages and i know she’s been waiting for a derek fic😭 side note: this is a teaser/accompanying fic to the actual fic boy, you write your name (I can do the same) which will be out on thursday! meaning this is NOT an excerpt of the fic, but offers more background of the relationship derek and the reader have, and also where the nickname CJ comes from

“Are you actually washing the car or are you just waiting for someone to pay attention to you?”

“Oh ha ha, you’re hilarious,” Derek said dryly, wringing out the sponge and tossing it in one of the soapy buckets. You grinned at him, tossing him a water bottle, which he easily caught, drinking quickly as you leaned your hands into your waist.

“Thanks.”

“Sure,” you replied, looking around. It was quite busy, every single member of the frat seemed hard at work. “Pretty nice turnout, huh?”

Derek shrugged in a way that meant he was agreeing with you, but he didn’t want to look like he was bragging. He was humble like that. You scoffed, brushing your hair back over your shoulder, and Derek zeroed in on the bikini strap under your top, a grin forming on his face.

“You come here to lend a hand?”

“Oh please,” you rolled your eyes at him with a snicker. “I was thinking ahead. With you standing in the sun for the whole day and Isaac around buckets full of water? I was bound to end up soaked, thought I’d save me a trip to the laundromat.”

“Now you’re basically begging me to drench you,” Derek drawled, picking up the sponge soaked full of water, advancing on you.

“Don’t you dare!” You hissed at him, giving him a shove.

“Are you doing a special?”

While you and Derek were wrestling around, ending up with both of you getting a soak, you hadn’t noticed the Mini pulled up next to you, windows down, a pretty girl smirking at yoi.

“Nah, I’m just here to support my friends,” you said, gesturing to Derek, wiping your wet forehead with a laugh. “It’s his frat that’s organizing this car wash. Derek, this is Amanda, she’s in my Women’s Writing class. Just transferred from Palomar.”

“Hey,” Derek said, leaning against her car. “You here for a full wash?”

“Sure am.”

Derek nodded, leaning back. “Isaac! Grab some boys and a couple of buckets, we got another one.”

Isaac saluted Derek, his wet curls hanging in his face. Glancing over to you, he grinned, wagging his eyebrows when he caught you staring at his bare chest, turning on his heel to grab the buckets, but not without teasing you.

“Take a picture, CJ, it’ll last longer.”

“CJ?” Amanda asked, raising a brow. You groaned internally when Derek only smirked at her, clearly ecstatic that he got to tell the story again.

“Right, you’re a transfer, so you don’t know where her nickname comes from. Well, let me tell you, you’re in for a treat. It was a really nice summer day-”

“Derek, I’m not letting you tell the story again with the exaggerations,” you scowled at him, though in jest, shoving him gently. You turned back to Amanda, sighing softly. “Anyways. It all started when I was a freshman, a couple of weeks into the semester. I was taking Deucalion’s class for Intro to Ancient History….”

An incessant ringing pulled you out of your deep slumber, but your head barely rose from the pillow as you poked the screen of your phone until the alarm stopped, leaving you to your slumber again. You had fallen asleep around 4:30 because it had taken you that long to finish your paper on Caesar. Usually, you never left your assignments for the last minute, and to be fair, you didn’t really. Leave it to the last minute, that is. The assignment was done, sitting in your folders waiting to be printed for about a week or so. But then you caught up with your study group, where you found out that Deucalion always knocked you down a letter grade if he didn’t agree with your opinion. And he loved Caesar. You didn’t. Which you made exceptionally clear in your essay. So being the freshman that you were, wanting to get good grades in your first semester, you decided to rewrite all 8 pages with the deadline looming in less than 10 hours, because he insisted on collecting the assignments right at the beginning of the class. Not the smartest thing you’ve done. Around one am, the library had closed, in the middle of your hot streak, and by the time you reached your dorm, you lost your train of thought and it took you two hours to find it again. And it was not because you fell asleep for 20 minutes. When the alarm blares up again, you groaned loudly, reaching for your phone to silence it, stilling when the phone pinged, announcing the arrival of a text. You narrowed your eyes at the screen, your eyes bleary as your vision slowly cleared.

[Stevie]: where r u???

Your heart plummeted when you read the text, and while you checked the time, you had to resist the urge to throw yourself out of the window.

08:13. Deucalion’s class started at 08:15.

“FUCK!”

Scrambling up from your bed, your legs tangled in the blankets and you nearly brained yourself when you fell to the floor. Getting up, you located your paper on your desk, making sure it was still where you left it, before you headed to the bathroom, quickly brushing your teeth. With your toothbrush in your mouth, you tugged some jeans and a shirt out of the closet, laying it on the bed to get changed when there was another ping.

[Stevie]: hes l8 if u hurry up u mite make it in time

Your eyes widened, the gods must’ve heard your silent prayers and you rushed to the bathroom, spitting out your toothpaste, and splashing some water in your face for good measure before you grabbed your stuff, backpack on your arm, phone and paper in your hand, running across campus to get to the lecture hall. When you finally skidded to a halt in front of the doors of the lecture hall, you slowly opened the door, peeking into it. There were two lines down the stairs, so the other students must be in line to drop off their papers at the front. Sighing a deep breath of relief, you squeezed yourself through the gap in the door and inconspicuously walked behind the last person in line. As the line moved forward, you dropped your backpack in between the seated rows, making it seem like you’d been in the class from the beginning. As the line slowly moved forward, you caught a glimpse of Professor Deucalion at the front. Only, it wasn’t him… Narrowing your eyes, you eyed the guy that was standing by the desk, his arms crossed. He had dark hair, a faint stubble and a scowl on his face. Must be Deucalion’s TA, though you didn’t remember ever seeing him during lectures, though he did look quite familiar. By the time you reached the front desk, you lifted your head, your eyes meeting the TA’s. He raised an eyebrow at you as you dropped your assignment on the stack and the way the corners of his mouth curled up made you furrow your brows.

“What?” you asked defensively and he uncrossed his arms, leaning his hands on the desk.

“Nothing… Just. Cute jammies.”

You heard the class let out laughter as you stared at him before glancing down at yourself, flushing when you realized you were still wearing your pj’s, which was just a tank top and arguably your worst pyjama pants: Teal and pink Hello Kitty pants. Snapping your head up, you glared at him, but before you could say another word, the side door opened, and Professor Deucalion walked in.

“You better take a seat, CJ,” the TA said with a smirk, collecting the assignments in his hand and you bit back a retort, finding an empty in the back row as Professor Deucalion started the lecture. As he droned on, your eyes kept flitting over to the TA in the first row, glaring at the back of his head. Even hours later, when you were at some fresher party a frat was throwing, the incident was a topic with your friends.

“It was crazy. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”

Stevie nodded as you only rolled your eyes, taking another sip of your drink. “Seriously, she was staring with her mouth open and everything. Which I get. I just have more self-control.”

“You guys are ridiculous. He was making fun of me,” you pointed out and Audrey stared at you, her eyes nearly bugging out of her head.

“Dude. He wants to bang you.”

With a snort, you shook your head at your friends and their crazy conspiracy theories.

“Come on, I didn’t come here to talk about our lecture. Let’s go find something to do. I think they’re playing beer pong in the backyard,” you suggested, dragging your friends through the house and out into the backyard, which seemed to be just as crowded as inside. Walking over to the beer pong table, it looked like they were in the middle of the game, so you just tapped on the shoulder of one guy.

“Hey, is it possible for me and my friends to play a round?”

“Sure,” he replied without turning around, throwing the ball and scoring. “You guys can just- oh hey, CJ!”

Of course it was fucking him*. The TA from Deucalion’s lecture was standing in front of you, an amused grin on his face.*

“My name is-” you started, but he waved you off snickering.

“I know what your name is. But CJ is fitting, isn’t it?” He took a sip from his drink, giving you a brief once over and you ignored how Stevie’s grip around your arm tightened for a second. “I see you changed, though I must say I did like the pants.” You gave him a look and he offered you his hand.

“Derek Hale.”

“There were a lot of people at that party. And I guess the name just stuck.”

“Huh. So everyone just calls you CJ?”

You shrugged. You didn’t really mind the nickname, it was cute. At this point, it was odd to hear someone call you by your government name unless it was a professor or someone from the faculty. Everyone addressed you as CJ. It was just the story that bothered you, mostly because Derek liked to add details that were unimportant. Also because he cracked up all the time telling the story like it was the funniest thing he’d ever experienced, that jerk.

“You have to admit it’s a cool nickname,” Derek cut in, and Amanda laughed.

“Guess so… So how does that work with you being a TA and you two dating?”

“We’re not dating.” “He’s not actually a TA.”

Really? That was what he chose to correct? You side-eyed Derek but he just gave you a subtle wink as Amanda perked up, looking at you curiously.

“So, you’re single?”

Even before you replied, you noticed how Derek clinked himself out of the conversation, walking over to the waiting cars leaning against the door. Every time you thought you had figured him out, he went ahead and did something that confused you even more. Sometimes you thought back to what Audrey and Stevie had said to you about Derek before you even really knew him. You glanced over to him as you handed Amanda your phone so she could put her number in, and it was as if Derek could feel your eyes on him, he turned his head in your direction, giving you a small smile, flashing his teeth at you. Some day you will just flat out ask him.

But not today.

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harunayuuka2060 · 1 year

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MC: First of all, I would like to apologize for my father's— *gives Malleus a quick glare*— rude behavior towards you.

Cleo Kingscholar: I don't know if your apology would be enough. I've got beaten up into a pulp just for being a son of a former lazy housewarden.

Leona: Who are you calling lazy? *frowns*

Maze Rosehearts: *raises his hand*

MC: Yes?

Maze Rosehearts: *smiles* You don't have to apologize. My dad explained to us the situation.

Maze Rosehearts: It's just that these utter fools were not competitive.

Vito Schoenheit: Oh, please. Do not pretend you didn't eat dirt like the rest of us.

Maple Felmier: Guys, let's not fight in the presence of our families! *shimmer shimmer*

Vil: Wow, Epel. Your son seems to know how to use his charm more than you do.

Epel: My biggest mistake was introducing you to him.

MC: Again, I apologize. And also...

MC: WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ALL HERE?!

MC: Leona! You're the physics teacher!

MC: Vil! You're the potionology professor!

MC: Kalim's working in the cafeteria!

MC: Jamil's the school nurse!

MC: And every single time I turn around, I see all your faces!

Floyd: Calm down, Shrimpy. It's all Nudibranch's idea.

Jade: That's right. He requested all of us to accompany you.

Jade: Unfortunately, Azul won't be able to since he's too busy in his business.

MC: Don't you all have your own career now?!

Leona: We just want to see you graduate this time without pulling a crazy stunt again.

MC: *got stabbed with that* S-Sorry...

Malleus: *goes to hug them* Now that all is well. Let's go walk around the school and check out the new gargoyles.

MC: ...There are new ones?

Malleus: Yes. I've got a glimpse of them while playing with the kids.

Cleo, Maze, and the others: ...

Leona: We're going back to our classes now.

Vil: Right. And Vito, we have to talk about your daily routine as the new housewarden of Pomefiore.

Vito: *mumbles* It's like I didn't leave home at all.

Leona: Cleo.

Cleo: *sigh* I'm going.

Jade: *chuckles* I wish I have kids too.

Floyd: There's someone courting you, right? Why not give her a shot?

Jade: I'm not interested to go in a relationship, Floyd.

Floyd: You and Azul will end up dying single.

MC: ...

MC: I feel like this is going to be an enjoyable freshman year for me.

Malleus: *smiles*

MC: Thanks, Pa.

Malleus: You're welcome.

Kalim: MC! Here! *waving at them* Today's food is great!

MC: Isn't it always, Kalim?

Jamil: *sigh* I'm the school nurse, but I couldn't just let him do the kitchen work.

MC: By the way, Jamil, I heard your son is the new housewarden of Scarabia. *smiles* Congratulations.

Jamil: *smiles* Thank you. But Ahmed should be the one hearing your praise.

Jamil: Speaking of Ahmed, he should be here now.

Ahmed Viper: Zain! I still have things to do! *being dragged*

Zain Al-Asim: But we're going to run out of food if we don't hurry!

Jamil and MC: ...

Jamil: Let's not bother them.

MC: *laughs*

Maze Rosehearts: I'm letting you know that we're going to have a housewarden meeting later this afternoon.

MC: I'll be there.

Maze Rosehearts: And also, please drop by in Heartslabyul. My father wants to see you.

MC: ...

MC: Do you need help, Maze?

Maze: *smiles shyly* Yes. There were two students who arrived late in our dorm and he was not happy about it.

MC: I see. Don't worry. I'll see what I can do.

Maze: *smiles* Thank you.

Cleo: *has approached* Already getting close with the Diasomnia housewarden, huh, Maze?

Maze: *frowns* Cleo.

Cleo: *smirks* Anyway, please come by our dorm too. I'll give you a tour.

Zain: *yells as he passes by their room* Whoo! PDA!

Cleo, Maze, and MC: ...

Maze: What "PDA"?

Zain: *runs back* PUBLIC DISPLAY OF ADMIRATION!

Cleo and Maze: ...

Cleo and Maze: *decided to chase him*

MC: ...

MC: *chuckles*

#twisted wonderland #twst mc #twst malleus #twst leona #twst floyd #twst jade #twst jamil #twst kalim #twst epel #twst vil #cleo kingscholar #maze rosehearts #maple felmier #zain al-asim #ahmed viper #vito schoenheit #mc draconia

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hargreevesd · 4 months

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BAUKLÖTZE. Hange Zoë x reader Ackerman

Chapter One

Wall Sina

Year 850

"Hange, let me guess, are you about to visit the kid?"

"Of course, do you want you come with me? He needs someone to accompany him and he has to be out in 20 minutes."

"Do we really trust him?" I asked her with a shaky voice. He was just a little kid after all.

"Levi said he is worthy to trust, I think this says enough." Hange replied with confidence. This was enough for me to believe.

"I will wait for you in the door, don't be late, we don't have time."

The kid I was talking about, Eren Yeager, apparently could transform into a Titan. That would bring us so many chances to win against Titans. Could anyone even imagine that we could just use a Titan against others? He could fix the broken entrance of Wall Maria and we could retake back our land. Lots of our problems would be solved. But... Is he trustworthy? I heard from Erwin that he plans to join the Scout regiment. Besides from what he wants...

We have to succeed in this court. We have a plan but it's still difficult to win their trust. After all, they look at us like we are already dead.

"Ackerman!"

Wall Sina

Year 830

"Ackerman! Why don't you go and live with your other family back to Wall Maria in the underground? You don't belong here"

Comments about my blood family, the Ackemans, were made every other day. I couldn't really avoid it so I just accepted it. Something that crossed my mind though every day was 'why would they leave me and I ended up being adopted?' Not that I don't want my parents, but what if? Or what if they never kept my real name? I could be Y/N Stones. Or else I could be secret underground spy? Why would I even want that? I don't care about the history of my name. All I just want is to be historian.

"I'm so sorry for them, they are not bad, they just can't express their feelings we'll! " A kid in front of them told me as the others left. They were from my class, their hair were in a messy bun and they were carrying some big science books.

"I didn't ask." Look who was talking. Their friends have not stopped a single minute judging the very single move I do. At least it were them all alone and not with the things they talk with.

"Ackerman right? I always wanted to meet one actually, I find your family history really interesting."

"Yeah right, thank you." Of course it's always my family that they are interesting, not me.

"I'm Hange Zoë by the way, we are in the same class but we never really talk much so..

"Y/N." I just stood there staring at her because I had no intention of starting an actual conversation. Why would I?

"Come on Hangeee, leave the freak alone and join us!" all of her friends were screaming from behind but she didn't leave. She stayed there looking at me.

"We could be friends if you want to..." I guess she saw that I was not in the best mood for company. I was looking down like I was not even listening to her. But I did. And I wanted a friend. But not her. She already had her stupid friends anyway.

"Or I guess another time, see you around Ackerman!"

Wall Sina

Year 850

I turned around and saw Miche with Hange and right besides them, Eren. Hange was calling me from far behind. She truly liked calling me by my last name, not only in public but in general. And I just let her. Just her.

"Oh and here is Captain Y/N Ackerman, the greatest soldier we have alongside with Levi" Hange introduced me with the biggest smile she could wear. Why would she even say that, I told her many times to not introduce me again like that.

"Ackerman?" The kid asked.

"That's right kid. You must be Εren Yeager?"

"Ri-right" He seemed confused. Did I say something weird? Did I scare him?

"Be careful out there kid. It will be hard, but have faith in our Commander." I held his arm and showed him the way to the court.

"I know it's selfish, but we have no choice than to blindly trust you." Hange said and pushed him through the door.

"Do you believe we can win?" Hange asked me.

"We will."

"I told you we would win! I'm so excited to see what future holds us with this kid." Hange told us as we were walking out of the court.

"Yeah..." I heard what she said but I was just zoned out that moment. I was thinking about Eren's friend, Mikasa I believe it was her name. Do we happen to be relatives somehow? The backstory of my biological parents will probably haunt me forever, since I never got to know them. They could be dead. Or they could be hiding. Or-

"Y/N. Are you here?" and that's when I came to my senses. Why do I care about them anyways? They left me.

"Yes. Sorry, I was thinking about something."

"You always think about something Y/N, take a break." a familiar voice joined us.

"Agh!... Hello Erwin!" I smiled and I gave him a hug. "You can't really give advises on that topic when you are worse yourself" I looked behind him and I saw Levi with Eren holding some bandages to help with the bleeding. I couldn't not notice the steam... He really was a Titan after all. We joined all together a room to help Eren. Hange took care of him so she could take a better look on his wounds.

"Levi you could be more gentle. He is a kid after all." I broke the silence of the room.

"Tsk, nonsense, he seems just fine to me. Plus we needed to ensure he is trustworthy." Levi replied to me with his old time serious face.

"Does it hurt?" Hange asked Eren who was sitting on the bed with his hand on his head.

"A little..." he whispered.

And those two sat there, with Hange examinating Eren's teeth and screaming about how cool it was that he is healing himself and Eren totally confused. Our lives were about to change with this kid. I hope it was the best choice to join us and continue our journey. I had a feeling that Erwin is already planning an exhibition. He seemed skeptical.

I looked at Hange again and this time she was writing down her conclusions. I wish I had her patience sometimes, she looked so peaceful and excited. I was sitting in a chair near the window and I looked outside. The only thing I could see was a carriage and some horses. How much I missed my bed at the moment, I haven't slept at least for 48 hours. Right after our exhibition, the wall broke and I think I didn't have five minutes of peace from back then.

Me and my team, Sara, Celia, Rien and Floris alongside with Levi's team went to the old Scout Regiment headquarters. Hange was busy calculating her results from some experiments on her two titans, Moblit tried to keep his sanity over super excited Hange.

Levi was cleaning up the mess and I was reading at the library. Yet after so many books that I've read in my life I'm still learning. And I stayed there till very late. I was reading about our economic history. Economics are probably the hardest history you could find. Specific numbers, terms etc. I was sitting next to a massive desk with a candle and I was holding that big dusty book in front of me. My team and everyone were probably sleeping. They had to rest after all. I believe hard times are coming. Maybe we did find a solution with Eren, but it could also be our doom. As I was thinking all of these I heard a sound. I left the book I was holding and rushed to the door to listen what was going ok outside. I didn't heard anything so I opened it. The room next to the old library was the meeting room. I went inside and I found Hange all alone sitting on the floor.

"Hange... What are you doing on the floor?" I asked her and I started walking towards her.

"Eh, you know, just thinking..."

"Thinking of what in the floor? Where's Moblit? I thought you two were together thinking about experiments." I reached her and joined her on the floor. We are doing this at least one time a week. She finds it comfortable to sit down like that and I just join her.

"He was tired and I gave him the permission to leave..." She let it a sigh. "Everyone was tired actually. Why aren't you asleep? Pretty sure it's late and you must be tired..."

"I was reading and I heard a noise, probably you falling to the floor as I see." I smiled softly. What a typical night for Hange.

"Probably" She laughed, but seconds later she went silent again.

"Go on." I expressed.

"What?" She looked at me with a weird look. "What do you mean go on?"

"Tell me everything. We have all night."

"Re-really? Lydia no, you are tired." She stopped but my face was dead serious and immediately she got up and started jumping. "Can't decide where to start! Wait no I know. Get up!" She grabbed my hands and pulled me so I could get up.

"Hange please!" I started laughing.

"No laughs, no Hanges! We have job to do Ackerman! So look first of all-..."

And she rambled the whole night. About almost everything she had on her mind. And I didn't stop her. Not once. I was always there to listen when Hange needed to talk. No other reason, but I found her way of thinking extraordinary. I was always surprised by her knowledge. Even when we were kids, or when we joined the scouts ten years ago. Even that cold and stormy day where the exhibition went... Not time for that. She just... She just never proved me wrong.

Days passed and we had no improvement in everything. Neither with Eren or with Hange's Titans. I spent many nights awake alongside with Hange and Moblit exchanging theories and facts. That way maybe we could find something. Something well hidden. Most of the time I was in my room writing, thinking, googling, writing again, throwing papers away then the same thing all over again.

Erwin had a plan and we were just waiting for the news. So until that day I did the same thing again and again and again.

Until,

"Captain!" I heard a voice from behind and I turned around to see Celia. She seemed upset. Or to word it more correctly, amazed.

"Yes?"

"Eren transformed. Section Commanders Hange and Moblit are heading there at the moment." She was out of breath as she was saying this. She probably ran a long way to inform me.

"Thank you Celia for informing me. Get some rest while you can." I said to her and as she was leaving I started tiding the mess I had made before. If Eren finally successed and he managed to transform and expedition would start soon. That means no time to even think. When I rushed outside, everyone was returning. I was late but at least everyone was okay. Eren seemed so confused and terrified. Levi's team also. That was new. What happened? I wasn't with them for one time and they return like this? I turned my head to look around but Hange was nowhere to be found.

"Moblit where is she?" I asked nervously.

"She returned to Trost, pretty sure she is testing some new ideas."

"Oh thank you Moblit."

I understand that she went to see her Titans but I was expecting her point of view with Eren's transformation.

Some days later back to Trost, I woke up from Hange's screaming. Her room was next to mine. She asked for this when she was announced Section Commander and me Captain, so we could work without bothering others. Why would she be screaming that early? She does that a lot, but from the voice of hers I could tell something was off. Did anything happen? Is she okay? Why was I sleeping? What if? I tried to get ready quickly and went to knock their door but they didn't answer. How is that? She was screaming a moment ago. And then I heard her from outside. Outside? What would anything ne outside so import- wait. Don't tell me.

No.

Did we just lost... No.

My mind was full of thoughts while I was running to find Hange. And then I found her.

Why?

Who could do this?

Those monsters Hange loved were important for us. The only thing I could do was to get down and comfort her so they could stop screaming and crying. They were her kids, we spend days talking about them. Why? How?...

She didn't push me away, she did the exact opposite. Hange grabbed my hand like they were saying 'please don't let me go' and I didn't. I couldn't.

"It will be okay Hange, you are with me now."

...

How?

...

A traitor? No. Y/N you are thinking dramatically, something more logical happened. No. There's no other way. Someone killed them. Someone knew it all and destroyed our hope. I would find them. No way I would let them get away with this.

I had years to see Hange like that. Not after that day. The day my life changed. So I held them close, just like back then.

Wall Rose

842

knock. knock.

Nothing.

I knocked their door again.

"Cadet Zoë?"

"Yes?"

"May I come in?"

"Go ahead." she didn't sound so happy. I mean how could she?

I opened their door and I found them on the floor with the legs spread and their hands on their head.

"Section Commander Erwin send me, how are you doing?"

"Incredible. I think you can see it..."

I didn't say anything. After all... that happened, it was the least she could do about it. Try not to think. Try not to see something that reminds you of them.

"You know, we can go for some training to clean your mind... Or to the library, it has so many great books. I can suggest you some! Or um we can go eat something? Or definitely-" I didn't finished with the suggestions since she interrupted me.

"Thank you for trying, but I don't want any of those. You can go to Erwin and tell him I'm alright."

"Hange. You don't seem alright." I declared, no way I would leave her like that.

"Well of course!" She shouted.

"Look I know, it's hard. I've been there, but life doesn't stop. If you stop fighting you will lose. If your walls fall, you have to re-build them and start again." I sat down next to her and I pointed out side the window, where the walls were visibe.

"What like toy blocks like we were kids?"

"Exactly. You never thought of this before?"

"No... Not really. I mean it's not the most common comparison you could hear." Hange replied.

"I know... I know. But if you think like that maybe it will change something in your life. You can go out and seek revenge. Risk your own life. Or you could stay here, forever, trying to fix a wound that probably won't close because you yet don't believe it happened." I explained.

She didn't say anything back. She wrapped her eyes and stared the wall.

"Hange... I can leave you if you want me to, it's okay if you don't want to come with me..."

"Where to Captain?" She finally smiled. I knew them for so long, but I truly met ther yesterday.

"Captain? Me? I could never. You're funny after all."I laughed with her comment. "Library. My favorite place that I assure you it will cheer you up!"

I offered her my hand and then I showed her the way. When I was feeling down I always went to the library. It's always there for you. From what I remember from school they liked science so I went to that section.

"Go on choose!"

Her smile lightened the library.

"Tea? Coffee? What can I make you?"

She started reading something and they totally ignored me now. Agh at least they have a good time. "Hange, want me to bring anything?"

"Oh, sure yes, some black coffee! Bring something for you also and sit with me. We can analyse this facts, how a star even though-"

Wall Rose

Year 850

Knock. Knock.

Nothing.

"Hange. It's me."

"Come in." she finally answered.

I opened their door and stepped into her room. I was assuming Moblit to be there but he wasn't. They were at their desk, papers thrown everywhere, in the floor, in the bed, in the desk, in the window...

"Let me guess, Erwin send you?"

#hange x oc #hange zoe x reader #hange x reader #hange zoë #hange zoe #attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #aot x reader #aot #levi ackerman #erwin smith #ackerbond #ackerman #Spotify

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hannibalismos-jaaneman · 2 years

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reasons why i just KNOW john richard papen is the pretty boi of the greek class and most probably all of hampden (spoilers, read at your own risk):

he's from california so he has that accent shut up.

he gets attention. now listen, we see him accompanying literally every single one of these nerds yet he's the one who gets recognized, every fucking time. he's literally been to a college party with camilla and judy but he was the one who got taken home while no one even tried to hit on judy and camilla (pretty sure because they were just getting all up and personal with each other so everyone kept their distance i'm allowed to dream shut up-).

he swoons over charles and francis too so... we've seen him call charles charming and he does end up with an older woman by the end of the book, BUT... he never got any attention from any one of their college friends, ik not appropriate but what in the living fuck is appropriate about this book anyway, he doesn't even get noticed by any girl at bunny's funeral... not even SOPHIE! but.. whatever i guess.

he's literally objectively prettier than bunny i don't need to justify that.

francis.. he's a redhead but that doesn't make him less pretty, actually that makes him prettier. people just find richard more objectively attractive. ik we all have this wrecked image of richard in our heads because that's how we decided to look at richard but just imagine richard's features being an absolutely stunning cross between achilles and remus lupin *sighs in gender envy*.

just the fact that he made it into the class.. hear me out. these nerds, including julian, are all about the aesthetic. and richard appearing outta nowhere could not be reason enough for them to just pull him in their "tight-knit circle" as we go about describing the greek class to be. the fact that richard's somewhat proficient at greek, is stupid AND pretty is reason enough? yeah (as i said, a cross between achilles and remus lupin).

julian calls him for dinner (i don't think i need to explain this i think we all know why he did that *ahem* *ahem* pulling the shit he must have pulled on henry to attract him *ahem* *ahem*) which is viable enough for my claims lmao.

i'm biased do what you will lol.

#raj shitposting #ik i'm dreaming but let me that's the only thing i've got for the ptsd this book has given me #ik this is all trash but i just.. couldn't with the way we treat him..#like we just associated donna's features with him because his narration's from her pov but still #also.. donna's from i think boston so it makes absolutely no sense to think richard looks anything like her.. the aesthetics don't match #if he weren't pretty he wouldn't've ever ended up in the class anyway #and we all know all of them were pretty so it just makes sense he got in on such a short notice because he was determined and attractive #or should i say a little bit of a major thot as well?#so yeah.. lousy argument but i will stand by it till the day i die.. even beyond tbh #richard papen #henry winter #camilla macaulay #charles macaulay #francis abernathy #julian morrow #tsh #the secret history #donna tartt #literati

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8turn-xikers-galaxy · 7 months

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Hunt Your Heart ❤💕✨💓

(🎀💖Xikers- Hunter x Fem! Reader 💖🎀)

Genre : Fluff, Non-idol AU

Tw : Reader is going through a rough time in the beginning, Reader is an orphan, Mentions of food, Absolute cringe, Kinda (very) cliché, grammatical and spelling mistakes, too many emojis ( Let me know if I missed anything)

Idols mentioned : Kyujin from Nmixx, Leeseo from IVE, Xikers members

Key : B/n - Book name

Note : This is my cousin's idea and my first time writing it as a oneshot so there might be a lot of cringe stuff and mistakes but I tried my best so I hope you like it! The credit goes to my cousin.

💙 Y/n's POV ❤

Student life has always been hard for me. No true friends to share my feelings with. No teachers who would actually understand me. No family.... It's always been this way. My parents abandoned me when I was 12. All of my friends are toxic and my teachers always take their anger on me. In the midst of all this inconvenience, I try my best to be optimistic and face my problems a little differently. As of now, I'm sat here in Math class Trying to solve the quadratic equation "Fuck... " I mutter under my breath once I mess up. "Hey Kyujin, Can you teach me how to solve this?" I've never been good enough at Math. I managed to pass 9th grade with just a fluke but I dunno How I'll survive this year. "Yeah sure, can you wait tho? I'm helping Leeseo with the third sum" She said without even turning to face me "It's fine, I'll do it myself" And that's how it goes every single time...

🍃🌺🎀✨ Timeskip ✨🎀🌺🍃

After working for a while, the bell finally rung and I waited for everyone to leave before packing my stuff. "Miss L/n, could you meet me in my office after lunch?" My teacher asked me on my way to the cafeteria. "Of course Mrs. Yoon" I didn't speak any further, knowing she gets angry easily at anything and everything (yikes) that's just how it's been. The teachers always get their way to get me to do their work for them. Oh, well. I went to the café to grab myself some Kimchi Mandu. Then, I went outside to the school field and sat down under my favorite blossom tree to eat. My eyes wandered to the tennis court where the senior grade summer campers were playing their hearts out. I saw a tall boy with black hair and beautiful brown eyes with a red jersey, hitting every ball with grace, with a cute gentle smile and ethereal Features. I didn't realize I was zoning out until I heard a male voice behind me snapping me out of my daydream. "You done checking him out?" I turned around to see a boy with messy brown hair, leaning against the tree "w-what? Do I know you?" I asked with a slight blush "I'm Choi Hyunwoo! Captain of the soccer team and Hunter's bestie, The guy you were staring at" He smiled and sat down beside me "Uhh, I wasn't staring" He chuckled And nudged my arm "Sure you weren't"

"Anyways, why are you out here alone? Don't you guys eat in the cafeteria?" Hearing him ask that, I visibly tensed up thinking he might see me as a weirdo. "I... Don't have any friends to eat with, so I prefer to eat out here. It brings some peace to me" He gave me another one of his infamous eye smile. "I can accompany you everyday if you don't mind! I love making friends"

And that's how me and Hyunwoo became best friends. Months passed, and Autumn finally rolled by. Me and Hyunwoo kept growing closer. One particular evening, Mr. Min called me to his office just when I was leaving. "Please sit" I did as I was told however I didn't have a good feeling about it. "Ms.L/n, you do notice you've not had any improvement in your math classes right?" He asked me somewhat softly "Yes sir, but I promise I'm trying my best to improve although nothing seems to work" He nodded. "Then how do you suppose passing your finals this year? Do you realise you're two months away from it?" I looked at my feet, not able to utter a word Knowing he would speak against me regardless of my protests. "I'll assign a tutor for you, starting today. He'll meet you at the school library at 6" I nodded. "Okay sir" He nodded, slightly cracking a smile "You may take your leave now" I got out of his room and heaved a deep sigh. A tutor? That's not too bad. It could've been worse tbh. I walked to the blossom tree where me and Hyunwoo usually meet up. I sat down and took out my sketchbook to doodle for a while. When I looked up from my book to look for an inspiration, my eyes wandered to the tennis court again. In the blink of an eye, A ball came flying out of the court and landed beside me. I picked it up and when I looked up again, I saw Hunter running towards me to get the ball. He stood in front of me and heck, I totally fell. He looked so... Perfect. I couldn't even make up words to describe him because nothing seemed good enough to me.

All the stories that Hyunwoo tells me about him make me want to get to know him better but I just couldn't get myself to budge when it came to him.

I snap out of my trance when he crouches down in front of me, gazing deep into my soul "Are you okay miss? You seem a little stressed"

I blushed hard with a small smile "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you. Here's your ball" He smiled the enchanting smile which gives me butterflies and sparks fireworks in my veins. "Thank you! I'll see you later?" He asked holding my hand. "Of course" And with that, he left with a wave. I looked down at my hand with the same smile and blush.

"What was that?" Hyunwoo asked, bouncing onto my shoulder out of nowhere. "Please don't tell me you saw all of that.." He grinned and ruffled my hair. "Of course I did! Even if you don't believe it, you two are meant for each other" I rolled my eyes "okay, Whatever. Can you get off of me now?" I smiled at my bestie. Even tho he is annoying, He's my only true friend and I love him for that but he could be a little pathetic sometimes. "Haha! Nope" Yeah.. Like that.

✨Third person POV ✨

After hanging out with Hyunwoo and telling him about your Tutoring session this evening, He shooed you away because it was already time for you to go. You bade farewell to him and left for the library. You waited there for your tutor to arrive. You decided to kill some time by reading one of your favorite novels/comics B/n given the fact that you were the only one in the library.

🧡Hunter's POV🧡

I changed my clothes and fixed my hair a bit before heading to the Library. I don't know who I'm Tutoring, Mr. Min was in a hurry so he didn't really do a good job in explaining the situation of the student who needs my guidance. Regardless, I entered the library, surprised to see it completely empty. Not even the Librarian was there. I walked further and saw the girl from earlier struggling to reach the higher shelf. I went behind her and grabbed the book she wanted and handed it to her. "That's a good one!" I complimented and she blushed 'god she's so cute'

"Are you the one who needs tutoring?" I asked her softly, hoping she'd be a little less shy. "Yeah, I'm Y/n" She held out her hand. I shook it with a smile "Hunter" She took me to the table where she kept her stuff and got to work right away. "There's an easier way to solve the quadratic equation. Here" She listened to me carefully and tried it herself. "That's right! You're a fast learner" She smiled and blushed 'gosh that smile' We continued doing the sums and I helped on the harder ones but for the most, she did great herself. After a while, I checked the time and it was 8 already. "I think that's enough for today, we should head home now" I said, holding her hand to get her attention. "O-okay, thanks for today" She said, lacing her fingers in mine leaving me shocked and making the butterflies in my chest go wild. I nodded and waved before taking my stuff and leaving.

I walked out with a mad smile on my face. "Mind to explain Mister?" A familiar voice called out from behind me. "Hyunwoo?!" Shit, I forgot about our sleepover tonight. "You were supposed to pick up Sumin, Yujun and Minjae about an hour ago! And you're wandering here with a lovey dovey smile, what's the matter dude?" He asked, bumping my shoulder. "Oh, Mr. Min Assigned me to tutor this really cute girl! Her name is Y/n and-" He cut me off right there. "And she's a junior struggling with math" That caught me off guard. "Yeah, How do you know?" I asked with a dumbfounded look. "She's my best friend that I always talk about! I've been meaning to introduce her to you but not like this" He said scratching his head. "Well, what's done is done, let's go pick up The others" I said walking ahead but he grabed me by my sleeve "and you expect me to let go of the fact that you think my bestie is cute?" From there on, I knew this would be a never ending saga of teasing in our squad....

🌛☄️✨🌿 Timeskip 🌿✨☄️🌛

💜 Y/n's POV💜

It's been two whole months of Hunter tutoring me and to be honest, I never felt so safe with anyone else. Not even Hyunwoo could care so much of me. He introduced me to the rest of his friends and let me join in on their fun time. I'm grateful and finally feel loved and wanted but the thing that worries me is the finals starting tomorrow. I am at Hunter's place studying hard. "Y/n.. Take a break, you've been studying for 7 hours straight since you arrived here" He said sitting next to me on his bed. Me being my stubborn self, I shook my head "And what if I fail tomorrow? I can't risk my score this year! Mr. Min has faith in me! Hyunwoo is looking forward to it too! And besides, I can't let you down..." I said, finally turning to face him. "You'll never let me down, unless you keep straining yourself like this! Please rest? For me?"

He said holding my cheek to stop me from looking away. He never failed to make me blush. "Okay, fine" I said, closing my eyes and smiling. I then listened to some music with him and got back to studying after an hour. He got take out for us, we ate and got ready for bed. When I got out of the bathroom after getting changed, I saw him lying on the bed already and holding his arms out for me. I snuggled up close to him. These kind of physical contacts had become very common in our friendship so it wasn't awkward. "Have a good sleep princess, I love you.. " To my dismay, I didn't hear his last sentence before I fell into a deep slumber, feeling safe and secure in his arms.

When I woke up in the morning, I didn't find him beside me on the bed. I went downstairs to see him making something in the Kitchen. I ruffled the bird's nest on my head and I went upto him. "Good morning princess" He turned around and pinched my nose. "Slept well?" I nodded and smiled, leaning against the counter. After having breakfast with him, he dropped me off at the exam hall. "I'm nervous" I turned to look at him. "Hello nervous, I'm Hunter" He laughed at me and I hit his arm slightly. "Okay, in all seriousness, I'm sure you'll be fine!" He said and ruffled my hair. "Alright, if you say so, I should get going now" I said after I fixed my hair and checked the time. "Okay, All the best love!" He said and gave me a handshake and a hwaiting sign before we both parted ways.

🌺🌺The day of the result🌺🌺

"Y/n-yah will you stop jumping around so much? The seatbelt might break!" Hyunwoo joked. "How can you expect me to calm down when my report card is literally here in my very god damned hands?!" I yelled in a limited voice. "Well, first of all, mind your language and second of all, you'll be fine!!" He shot back. "And besides, we're here already" After he pulled up at Sumin's porch, the guys came running out, asking about my results. "Guys, she hasn't seen it yet!" Hyunwoo shouted. "Okay, then how about we go inside and let her calm down for a bit first?" Just as Minjae said that, we got inside and sat down. "Kay, just rip it off like a band-aid on the count of three!" Yujun said.

"1"

"2"

"3"

I shut my eyes and opened the card and all of a sudden, the boys erupted into screams and cheers. I took a peek at my results... Only to see PERFECT SCORES IN EVERY SUBJECT INCLUDING MATH! I jumped up and leaped into Hunter arms.

"You did it!"

"I did it!"

Hyunwoo smirked, watching the scene unfold. "We'll give you guys some space" Minjae said and dragged out the rest of them. "Hunter, I want to tell you something" He nodded in a sign for me to continue. "Hunter, for the past two months, you've helped me a lot to get through my studies and my life. You made every moment feel better, safer and... Special. Without you, I wouldn't be where I've gotten today and I'm very grateful. From the moment I first saw you, I felt attached, safe and loved. I don't know if the nicknames that you call me are a joke or if they mean something, but I've always loved them. What I'm trying to say is...I love you. A lot. And it's totally okay if you don't feel the same, I-"

I felt warm lips press against mine. It all happened so quick that I couldn't process anything. I didn't even know if I was living in the reality.

"Y/n" He lifted my head by my cheek to make me look at him. "I love you too, that's why I've hunt your heart"

#Xikers #Hunter #Xikers x reader #Xikers Hunter #Hunter x Reader #Xikers fluff #Hunter fluff #Xikers oneshot

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thelesbiandeli · 9 months

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A Caged Bird Set Free

(Chapter two of three)

(Ao3 link here)

(3336 words)

Unfortunately, it seemed like Circuit escaped the building before either heroes could find him. Scar received a light telling-off from his higher-ups, but nothing too serious. They could never scold their golden child, CuteGuy thinks bitterly to himself.

Noone has noticed the slight personality shift yet, luckily. The AI has tried his best to stay as perfect as the day he was programmed, but sometimes the odd rude remark or snarky insult has slipped out. Lucky for him, people take it as a joke. Well, why wouldn’t they? It’s not like he could think otherwise anyway.

That’s just one of the messed-up things that he’s noticed now that his mind has been freed. Only now can he notice the ways that The Institute prioritises the neighbourhoods that can afford to fund it, or how some people classed as ‘villains’ started out just using their powers without a licence. And of course there’s the fact that, despite the fact that they’re marketed as equals, CuteGuy was clearly never seen as a person. Even the thought of how he used to call Scar ‘boss’ makes him itch. Because HotGuy was never his boss, was he? No, he was his owner. CuteGuy was just a thing, gifted to a hero for assistance and aesthetics. It’s almost worse now, because he can understand the situation he’s in, and he can’t really escape without being hunted down by The Institute’s state-of-the-art technologies.

Wait.

He is one of those technologies. He can access the whole network, from the locks on the doors to the earpieces the heroes receive commands through during missions. And on top of that, he can access the archives. Every single criminal record, every piece of security footage, every person in the city’s government data. He could probably get into personal data stores if tries.

And just like that, a plan starts to form in his head.

—

After hours spent searching through social records and watching every video of villain fights he can find, CuteGuy has put together a plan. It seems pretty foolproof, from what he can tell, but he’s made sure to set up a backup plan if things go south. Small edits have been made all throughout The Institute's code, just as a way for him to access it if they try to cut him out, a hidden backdoor, if you will. Now he just needs to wait for the perfect opportunity. And that opportunity comes a lot earlier than he expected.

A mission, sending them to fight the very villain who gave him full autonomy. And CuteGuy is practically sparking with anticipation.

HotGuy yells into his earpiece as he leaps across a gap in the rooftops, rolling as he lands.

“CuteGuy! Track Circuit for me, will you?”

A hologram of the AI appears, floating in a casual sitting position. He kicks his feet up onto an invisible coffee table, and grins.

“Nah, I’m good.”

HotGuy almost trips over a chimney pot as he skids to a halt. Never in his time working with the pink-and-white clad sidekick had he said no to him.

“What did you just say?”

“I said ‘I’m good’. I’ll be honest with you, Scar, I’m getting tired of this. It’s always ‘CuteGuy, do this’ or ‘CuteGuy, track that’ or ‘CuteGuy, turn down the speakers’. And what do I get from this? Nada. Nothing. It’s a corrupt system, if you think about it. Not to mention the horrendously screwed up ways that The Institute created intelligence purely to be your accessory. So I believe this is for you.”

HotGuy watches in confusion as the hologram shoves a glitching piece of paper into his chest. He pulls it off, ignoring the fact that it clips through his fingers slightly, and stares down at it. Scrawled in pink glitter gel pen across the page are the words ‘letter of resignation’, and a loopy signature is written across the bottom, accompanied by a small heart. CuteGuy cracks his knuckles, and adjusts his heart-shaped sunglasses.

“Well, I can’t say it was nice working with you, but I’ll be seeing you around, Scar! Good luck!”

And with that, he disappears in a pop of light and a shower of code. HotGuy watches in disbelief, unnoticing of the letter dissolving in his hands, mouth hanging slightly open. This wasn’t meant to happen. How is he meant to explain this to his higher-ups?

—

Mumbo is casually strolling back to his apartment when he feels a buzz from his phone in his coat pocket. He takes a sip of tea from his takeaway cup, and pulls it out, only to frown at the strange text from his housemate.

Etho :D

Hey dude there’s a guy who says he knows you on our couch

He said you gave him the keys, but I thought we lost the spares?

I don’t want to tell him to get out if he actually knows you, but he also might be a robber or something

Wait hold up I think he might be one of the heroes

Hurry home pleaseeeeee

Mumbo nearly chokes on his tea as he reads through the messages. Void below, he most definitely has not invited a guest over. He down the rest of his nearly cold drink, and takes off running as fast as his lanky legs can carry him.

He nearly crashes into his door as he fumbles with his keys, finally managing to unlock the door and fling it open with as much intimidating energy as his beanpole of a body can fit into it. After a second, he falters as he spots Etho, sitting nervously on the opposite side of the sofa to a very familiar person.

Said person is casually stretched out and scrolling through something on their phone. Although their outfit is different from the last time he saw them, with them now wearing a cropped pink hoodie and baggy white sweatpants, they are still instantly recognisable. Well, it’s hard not to recognise the slightly transparent form of one of the city's most popular heroes.

CuteGuy glances up from his phone, and grins at Mumbo.

“Heya Circuit! Or rather, I guess I should call you Mumbo when you’re out of costume, shouldn’t I? Anyway, good to see you!”

Mumbo’s grip on his keys fails, and they fall to the ground with a metallic clatter. Etho glares at him, wide eyed.

“I thought you never told anyone else, dude!”

Before Mumbo can defend himself, CuteGuy waves his hand dismissively.

“Oh, he didn’t tell me, I just figured it out. Good job too, actually, you were one of the hardest villains to find the identity of. It was actually some footage of Shade out of costume handing you food that helped me figure it out.”

Etho fiddles with the hem of his shirt nervously. He has been retired from the villain business for nearly two years now, and he didn’t think many people remembered his brief time as the shadowy antihero. Mumbo looks just as panicked.

“Are you going to be turning us in now?” He reaches up to adjust his tie, “Well, that’s a stupid question. You’re a hero, of course you are.”

If Mumbo didn’t know better, he would say that the hologram looked offended by that statement for a split second. The blonde recovers, and brushes their messy hair out of their eyes.

“Me? A hero? You must have been mistaken, I have no loyalties to those self-absorbed aristocrats. They do no good for this society, honestly. I bet half the villains do what they do because of the heroes, anyway.”

Etho and Mumbo glance at each other in confusion, before Etho sighs and gets up. Holding his hands up in mock surrender, he walks away from the other two, and into his room.

“Nope, not dealing with this. Mumbo, call me when dinner’s ready.”

He shuts the door behind him, leaving the other two in an awkward silence. At least, until CuteGuy buries his head in his hands and rubs his eyes. And for the first time, Mumbo sees the ex-hero look anything but confident. The AI sighs, and slumps slightly.

“Was that too much? I’m still trying to figure out emotions without the background influence of The Institute.”

Mumbo smiles. Yes it’s sad, but it’s also kind of endearing.

“Nah mate, you were just a bit enthusiastic. I don’t think Etho was prepared for that level of energy on a Wednesday afternoon. I think it’s rather nice, though. You’ve hit the nail on the head for both of our reasons to do what we do.”

CuteGuy seems to lighten up a bit, literally. A few energetic pixels fly off him as he sits up a bit straighter and claps his hands.

“Really! Oh, this is great. Now, I have a bargain to make. I do something for you, you do something for me.”

Mumbo frowns, but gestures for him to continue. CuteGuy shuffles around to sit on his hands, and grins excitedly.

“So! You’re a redstone nerd, you made that clear enough on our first meeting. I was wondering if you would like a bit of a challenge.”

“What do you want from me.”

“Aww, don’t be so negative! Anyways, how hard do you think making a prosthetic limb would be?”

“I’ve made them before, now what do you want me to do?”

CuteGuy swallows nervously, excitement bubbling in his eyes, and Mumbo notices that he’s rocking backwards and forwards slightly.

“CouldyoumakemearobotbodysoIcanenactmyrevengeonmycreatorspleaseandthankyou.”

Mumbo blinks slowly, and chuckles.

“You’re going to have to speak slower than that, mate. I could barely hear a word you said.”

CuteGuy sighs, and repeats himself.

“Could you make me a robot body? I want to be able to make the heroes really feel it when I enact my revenge.”

Mumbo raises an eyebrow. This is clearly not the only intention behind this request.

“Really? Well if that’s the case, I can make you a controllable projectile launcher or someth-”

“No!”

Mumbo cocks his head and grins as the AI tries to regain his composure.

“It would have the same effect though. Unless there’s something else you needed it for?”

CuteGuy blushes slightly, and brings his knees up to his chest.

“Well, I, uh, I want to be able to move things. And touch stuff.” He slips his sleeves over his hands and starts fiddling with the drawstring of his sweatpants, “Sc- HotGuy had a cat. He never told me her name, but I watched him play with her. She would sleep on his chest while he was in bed, and rub against his legs when he walked into a room, and I want that. I think it would feel nice. I could feel like a person.”

Mumbo chuckles, genuinely for the first time, not out of concern or fear, and pulls a small notebook out of his trouser pocket.

“I think I can make that happen. Do you have any specific design choices in mind?”

CuteGuy’s eyes light up, and he starts explaining the details of his perfect body, Mumbo furiously scribbling notes to try and keep up with the AI’s exited rambling.

A couple hours into their planning, CuteGuy notices that his new friend has fallen asleep. With a small smile, he gets up and dims the lights of the apartment, before leaning back in a chair by the kitchen table. He shuts his eyes, and lets his mind wander through the vast expanse of the cites code, the closest thing he has to sleeping.

As the clock in the kitchen ticks gently past midnight, Etho strolls into the kitchen, and sighs when he sees his housemate fast asleep.

“So much for dinner, I guess.”

He fishes an instant ramen out of a cabinet, and sets the kettle down on the slowly heating stovetop. He frowns at the AI, glowing slightly pink in the dark room, but his attention is drawn away when the kettle starts to boil. He fills his bowl with boiling water, dunks his noodle in for a few seconds, then takes a bite out of it. With a satisfied smile, he takes his food back into his room, pushing the door shut behind him with his foot.

—

It’s been a month or so after CuteGuy 'disappeared’, and Scar is still trying to figure out why. This sort of sudden behaviour change doesn’t just happen. It had to have been prompted by something. And the villains are his best bet.

So now Scar stands, fully dressed as HotGuy, on the roof of a building overlooking the city. From years of experience, he’s positioned in a way that means he’s ready to leap down at a moment's notice, but the light of the early evening still silhouettes him against the sky dramatically.

Just below him, on a lower rooftop, there’s two villains moving around. He squints as Circuit gestures wildly, and the person next to him seems to laugh. HotGuy presumes that Circuit’s company is the villain Shade, but these days he can never be sure. The villain hasn’t been seen for years, but he can’t remember anyone else who would wear Shade’s classic black mask on his lower face.

HotGuy frowns as Shade seems to wave goodbye, and disappears out of the hero’s line of sight. Circuit pulls something out of his pocket, and starts fiddling with it. The perfect time to strike. HotGuy crouches down, and launches himself up into the air, twisting slightly as he plummets down onto the roof below. It’s only as he lands and rolls that he realises that this was slightly suspicious. Circuit’s expectant smile only seems to solidify this.

He hears a whisper of cloth behind him as someone sticks something into the small of his back. HotGuy gasps in pain as a shock of electricity shoots up his spine, but stands his ground, glaring at Circuit. Shade slips into his peripheral vision, tucking a cattle prod into his belt. Circuit grabs the cattle prod back, and Shade sighs, annoyance tainting his breath. The two seem to remember HotGuy’s existence as Circuit clears his throat.

“Well then, we were wondering when you were going to show up.”

Shade cuts in, putting his hands on his hips.

“Rather rude, isn’t it? Showing up late when you have someone wanting to see you.”

HotGuy narrows his eyes at the two villains.

“What do you mean, someone wanting to see me?”

Shade smiles, and waves a hand dismissively.

“You’ll find out soon. Now, we better be going.”

The two leaps up onto the edge of the roof, Circuit stumbling for a second as one of his feet skids on a patch of moss. He regains his cool, and smiles at the hero, still recovering from his shock.

“Just remember to smile for the cameras!”

The two leap off the edge, and out of HotGuy’s view, leaving the hero to think over the words. He frowns, and mutters quietly to himself.

“Smile for the cameras. What does that even-”

Suddenly, small objects on the corner of almost every building around him start to move. HotGuy shivers as dozens of security cameras turn to face him, their lenses glinting almost like eyes. A cloaked figure steps out of the shadows in front of him, nearly silent if not for the whirring noises that join their every step. In the folds of their outfit, HotGuy can see the glint of what he presumes to be a blade. He stumbles backwards and trips, landing on his ass. The figure grins at him, his eyes glowing an ominous purple, not quite enough to light up his face.

“Well, Scar, what do you think. Do you like the new look?”

HotGuy’s heart drops as he hears the all-too-familiar singsong voice of none other than-

“CuteGuy.”

The figure glares at him, and HotGuy clenches his fists nervously. He doesn’t know how, but he’s messed up. They push down their hood, revealing their silver face twisted into a shape of disgust, his eyes glinting off the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t go by that name. I’m not just your accessory anymore, I’m my own person.” CuteGuy takes a few steps forwards, and crouches down so he’s eye-to-eye with the hero, “You can call me The Watcher. I think it’s catchy, don’t you? The perfect name for your nemesis.”

HoyGuy just stares in shock. The Watcher frowns and straightens back up, the pistons in his legs hissing slightly.

“Well, regardless of all that, I think it’s an improvement. And look at you! You’ve finally gotten a proper arch-enemy, and even one that links into your oh so tragic backstory! I bet marketing will be thrilled!” The villain spreads a pair of giant silver wings, stained that haunting shade of magenta at the tips, and gives the brunet a mock salute. “I look forward to working with you, HotGuy!”

And just like that, The Watcher launches himself backwards off the edge of the roof, disappearing into the night. HotGuy just sits on his ass, eyes wide and breathing heavy. Every inhale sounds like it’s being amplified tenfold, and every exhale feels like it’s echoing through the streets.

A bright billboard catches the corner of his eye, and HotGuy pauses for a second. That can’t be right. He runs to the edge of the roof, and looks across the city. His breath is snatched away from him.

Every single one of the giant screens advertising social media and food deals are now displaying him, from every angle, wide eyed and panicking. People on the streets below are either watching the signs in awe, or staring at their phone screens open-mouthed. A couple people look up at him on the roof, and one points at him and yells. One by one, people start pointing cameras at him and chattering excitedly. HotGuy ducks back onto the rooftop and puts his hands over his head. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to block out the feeling of thousands of eyes staring at him. Watching him.

HotGuy uneasily gets back to his feet, faintly aware of the yelling in his earpiece to get back to The Institute, and draws his bow. His fingers shake as he notches an arrow, and, with none of his usual charisma or bravado, looses it. The projectile hisses through the air, and smashes directly into the eye of the nearest security camera. There are a few faint gasps from the crowd below him, but he blocks it out as he draws his bow again. Camera after camera, he lets the arrows fly, until he’s surrounded by occasional sparks and broken glass glinting in the light of dusk.

After all these years of being a public figure, and he gets freaked out by a couple of stupid cameras. Void, he’s so stupid.

He sighs, and slings his bow onto his back, trying to ignore his pounding heart. As he hops gracefully off the room, he shudders at the memory of The Watcher’s smile. The same smile that he had seen while cracking jokes over dinner, or when he would ‘accidentally’ trip up during combat practice, trying to make his friend laugh. And those purple eyes were just too similar to the bright blue ones that would wake him up in the mornings. And that playful tone, all too familiar with the way that his sidekick used to tell him that he should be in a fight, a few minutes late on purpose just to see him panic.

Scar’s line of work didn’t leave him room to make many friends, but he and the AI are close. Or at least they were.

HotGuy has to shake his head to get the thoughts out, and doubles his speed, launching over chimney pots and sliding through small puddles until he gets back to The Institute. Almost as soon as he enters the doors to the main building, he is met with one of the directors. The woman frowns at him, and crosses her arms.

“HotGuy. We need to talk to you. Now.”

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yv17 · 2 years

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a/n: I HAVEN'T POSTED ANYTHING IN SO LONG WHAT but anyways sorry this one's shit also i'm kinda back ??? at least to some extent. i'll try my best to post whenever i have time ^^

[6:29] 'lee minho, you are a fucking dead man!'

the boy's laugh echoed the halls, accompanied by the loud stomping of his shoes. a big smile graced his face as he ran into the closest empty classroom, his breath fast and unsteady.

he absolutely hated running, but it was definitely worth it in this situation.

shortly after, you entered the exact same classroom to find it completely empty; which was impossible, you thought. after all, you saw minho entering it, and you were running right after him. there was no way of leaving this room without the person standing at the door noticing it.

you looked around the class, an annoyed look on your face as you searched for any signs of your boyfriend still being there.

'minho, can i please have my phone back?' your voice was the only sound heard in the room, your eyes still desperately trying to find the boy's silhouette in one of the corners, hidden under one of the desks or behind the bookshelves.

annoying you was his favorite activity, and with time, you grew fond of it; it was his way of showing his love for you, as absurd as it may sound. and though often times you found it sort of tiring, at the same time you couldn't hide the smile forming on your face at every single of his attempts to annoy you.

'only if you ask nicely.' you heard a low whisper behind you, immediately turning around to see minho, face mere millimeters from yours. a sly smile graced his face, as always, and his right hand was hidden behind his back.

'i literally just did, minho.' you said, motioning to your phone whatever he was hiding behind his back. 'now, can i get it back already? i haven't replied to my friend and it's very important.'

surprisingly, the smile on minho's face only grew bigger, as if an idea popped into his mind.

'will you give me a kiss if i give it back?' he asked, not breaking eye contact with you.

'i'll give you a thousand if you want to.'

hearing those words, minho handed you the phone. you took it, a triumphant smile on your face, as you headed towards the door.

'hey! what about my kisses?' you heard minho yell from behind you, a small laugh escaping your lips.

'you'll have to catch me first.'

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oigimi · 9 months

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. see you then .

. silvio x reader . 2k words . tw: depictions of attempted sxual assault (not from silvio) . college au .

I took a shot of tequila from my liquor cabinet and glanced over at the clock. 7:38. That meant Nokto and the others should’ve been coming at any moment. Awesome.

My first semester of senior year was shaping out to be the worst one yet. Desperately trying to secure an internship in this field was draining every last drop of life out of me. My minimum wage job left me a shell of a human being every single time I had to punch in my employee ID number. Maintaining good grades didn’t even seem to matter at this point - if it weren’t for the fact I needed my scholarship to carry me through this last semester. Goddamn it, Y/N. Just one more year. You’ve got this.

Fortunately for social life but unfortunately for my social battery, I’d been invited to a frat party without my knowledge. Some of my friends had decided I was “too miserable” lately and needed some fun, and so earlier that morning I’d gotten a text from my good friend Nokto informing me of my expected arrival at this congregation of testosterone and alcohol.

I mean, it couldn’t have been all bad. Maybe a night out was good for me. I would be under the protection of my lowkey obsessed friend Rio, and some time out of my messy apartment could prove beneficial.

‘We’re here!!! :D <3’

Thanks, Rio. I grabbed my bag, applied an extra layer of lip gloss for good measure, forced myself to grin in the mirror, and ran outside into Nokto’s car.

“Hey, Y/N! Wow, you look so cute tonight.”

“Thanks, Rio. I didn’t do too much different though.”

“Oh, well. You always look so pretty though so maybe that’s it.”

I chuckled and buckled my seatbelt. “Thanks. You’re too nice to me, I swear.”

“You two need to get a room together. I’m so sick of it.” Nokto started the car and headed down towards the party. “Can’t believe Rio over here is getting to Y/N before me.”

“That’s not what’s going on!”

“It could be!”

“Rio!” I flushed a little bit as Nokto burst out laughing. Rio had a pink dust to his face to accompany my own, but he kept his eye contact with me, which I broke with a swift glance out the window.

Silence hung in the car’s atmosphere for a little while, before Nokto decided to break it with, “You know, word on the street is that Silvio’s gonna be there tonight.”

“What?!” Rio and I both hissed, jerking our heads back forward. “He’s gonna be there?!”

“That’s what I’ve heard anyway. Y/N, didn’t you have a class with him? Or two? I don’t remember.”

I grumbled and leaned back in my seat. Suddenly the fun was over before it could even begin. My fists began to tremble at the very mention of the name of Silvio Ricci, a man whose ugly and annoying inner self eclipsed any possibility of his handsome face making me swoon. “Yes,” I muttered, “he was in a few of my business classes. And I hate him.”

“Damn, I can see that! Oh well. Just ignore him and it’ll be fine.”

“You don’t get it. It’s not about ignoring him. Just his very presence at this party is enough to ruin it.”

“I agree,” Rio growled. “Don’t worry, Y/N! Just stick with me the whole time!”

Unfortunately for my friend I could not reciprocate his enthusiasm; my mind became clouded with storms and gray, and I couldn’t get my thoughts off of Silvio. I imagined him in my classroom, speaking so matter-of-factly about the art of business, the words coming out of his soft-looking pink lips like he didn’t need to even think about it. He shut people down and asserted himself everywhere, and even picked fights with me a few times. Every time I’d propose a theory, he’d speak up and challenge me, and I could see the delight that lit up in his deep sapphire eyes when my brows furrowed. He got a kick out of asserting himself, quick remarks, and always getting what he wanted.

Silvio always wore designer clothes. He put on cherry-flavored chapstick at the start and end of every class, and of course his jewelry rang like bells every time he moved. He wasn’t just a man. He was a statement. Silvio Ricci was a testament to rich college boys who have life handed to them on a silver platter, while common people like me were getting our asses handed to us instead, by the general public, landlords, academia, and every high-power institution that reigned above us.

But goddamn it, did the gorgeous manifestation of the bourgeois have a distinctive cologne and perfectly-sculpted bone structure.

While I stewed in my own bitterness, Nokto parked the car and we made our way out to the house. We were hit with main house lights off, colorful LED lights on in all their mood-making glory, and the most generic of Spotify playlists serenading our night. I was a little taken aback by the amount of people around- men and women. People were already making themselves at home, decently drunk, and enjoying one another’s company the way college students are meant to.

Immediately Rio grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen for a snack. We’d seen some familiar faces on the way there, they made good conversation partners, and before I knew it I was flooding my system with alcohol of every variety. Anything I could get my hands on I drank, even the peculiar jungle juice someone concocted in a cooler for us to try. What could I say? I loosened up a lot more with every sip, and I was even enjoying myself in a matter of time.

As the warm sting of the drinks began sweeter and sweeter, I stumbled out of the room and into another one for a few moments while Rio was chatting it up with someone else. Slumping on the couch, I stared off into space but found myself quickly jolted out of it by some unknown man who sat next to me.

“Hey.”

I turned my head and slurred something in response.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Cute name.” He smiled and gave me his name in return, but I could hardly make out what he was saying. “You here alone?”

“Noooo. My friends are… Uh…” I looked around for Nokto or Rio, or anyone else I’d been reunited with that night. “I don’t know where they are but they’re not here. But they are here. But they’re not.”

The man only seemed encouraged by my reply. “I see. Can’t believe they’d leave someone like you all alone here. They’re missing out.”

“Eh.” I tried to sit upright, but was gently pushed back down onto the couch. I tried to get a good look at his face, but the LED lights and dim room made it difficult to make out, especially coupled with my ever-blurring vision. “What are you doing?”

“Just be quiet.”

I laid with baited breath as I felt his hand on my side. I wanted to push him off, I wanted to yell for help, I wanted to get out of there as fast as I could but my body felt like a ton and I couldn’t even move my face the way I wanted to. My eyes closed as I braced myself for something I never thought would happen.

“Ay. Do you know this guy?”

“Eh-?!”

A hand yanked the assailant off of me, and pulled him close to the owner’s face. No way. I’d recognize that voice no matter how intoxicated I was.

“Y/N, answer me. Do you know this guy?”

I shifted my gaze to Silvio, who had an uncharacteristically furious expression. The man was pale and trying to get out of his grip, and I could feel the desperation in his face. But I just shook my head.

“I’ve never seen him before.”

“Figures.” Silvio threw the man to the ground and helped me up off the couch, leading me outside to the front porch, where the chilly night air hit my face like a ton of bricks. “Who the hell came with you? They just fuckin’ left you? Are you being serious?”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad-?!” Silvio turned his head to look at me, and his expression softened ever so slightly. My red face, weak body, and sleepy eyes must have gotten to him, because he just let out a sigh and put his hand around my shoulders. “You need to go home. I’m calling you a car,” he grumbled, taking out his phone.

I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms. “Well, Mr. Spaghetti Rich-Ass. Why did you do that? And why are you sending me home? You hate my ass.” I leaned a little bit onto him, completely missing the pink dusting his cheeks.

“I wasn’t going to let that waste of space violate you. It just ain’t right. And I don’t hate you.”

“Whaaaat? You don’t hate me? So do you love me?” I teased, snickering a bit. “They’re opposites, you know.”

“Just because I don’t hate you doesn’t mean I love you! My god, you’re annoying. How can you be so damn happy after that just happened to you?”

I shrugged and wiped my face. “I don’t know. I guess… I don’t know.”

Silvio sighed again and wrapped his arm around me. “I’m riding with you and seeing to it you get inside your house. There’s creeps and weirdos all over these streets. Stay with me.”

This time, I couldn’t think of an answer. My thoughts swirled together like a hurricane, and so did my stomach and my chest. Was it the drinks? Was it the exhaustion? Was it being in Silvio’s arms after he’d just saved me from some greasy man at a party? Whatever the reason, I closed my eyes again and sniffled. Something in me began to spill out that I’d been bottling up for months, and it was coming out fast.

“Th-thank you. Thank you! I’m sorry f-for everything!”

“What the-?!” Silvio jumped back a bit, startled by my tears. “What are you cryin’ for? Weren’t you fine a minute ago?”

“No, I wasn’t. I wasn’t okay a minute ago or an hour ago or ever!” I cried a bit harder and this time, leaned over and hugged Silvio. “I want to go home. Please take me home, please, please, please…”

“I am. I will. I promise,” he grunted. Despite his tone, he wrapped his arms around me in a soft embrace, looking out into the black, unbusy street that would carry us into the night’s conclusion.

—

The next morning I woke up with the worst headache I’d ever had in my life, and stomach pains to match. I groaned and forced my tired body out of bed, starting on my routine. I opened my phone to… messages from Silvio?!

Suddenly the events of the previous night flooded my brain, reenacting themselves in vivid detail as I read ‘goodnight’ and ‘glad you got home safe’ messages from my friends. The godawful music, the attempted assault, and most importantly, the man who saved me and got me home safe.

I looked down at my message thread with Silvio, a newly created contact, with only one text from him.

‘Assuming you didn’t decide to leave your house, glad ya got home okay. I’m not letting that stupid shit happen to you ever again. I’m pickin’ you up tonight for dinner so be ready. Your choice, I don’t care.’

And despite how much I’d told myself I despised him, and how he was truly the worst person in the whole world on the inside, I felt my heart flutter at the idea of dinner with Silvio. The feeling of his embrace lingered on my whole body, in concert with that cologne I’d recognized so easily. I sat down at my kitchen table, wanting to express my gratitude, and apologize for being such an unbearable drunk, and give suggestions for dinner, I just sent a few simple words, bottling everything up once again, to be reopened in due time.

‘Got it. See ya then :)’

#ikepri #ikemen prince #ikepri silvio #silvio ricci #ikemen ouji #ikepri x reader #ikepri silvio x reader

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zeldaelmo · 7 months

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Haha, surprise! Cool new banner for the advent calendar! And a title, woohoo! It's WIP Wednesday time!

This is from the first chapter (because that's the only one that exists so far lol). Big thanks to the people in the Zelink Community server for helping me figure some plot problems out. As per usual, the calendar will be T-rated.

Excerpt ch. 1, One Stitch at a Time

“Thank you,” Sonia sing-sang and disappeared again, but not without a nod and an accompanying, conspiratorial wink into the direction of the young man flipping through a pattern magazine. Oh, of course, how could Zelda forget that every somewhat decent behaving and looking customer was a potential son-in-law in Sonia’s mind? That the founder of their family business had fallen in love with a seamstress in this exact spot two hundred years ago served Sonia as much as a blueprint for teasing Zelda as her shelf full of romance novels from that time. But really, who could blame Zelda with a family history like this at her hands? Of course, she was obsessed with everything from the Regency Era. Who didn't dream of a true gentleman holding the door open and anticipating her every wish? Too bad that the modern Hyrule had only idiots to offer.

Zelda rolled her eyes at herself and made her way over to the customer, rearranging bolts of fabric here and there to give him the space he might need. "Sir?"

Shockingly blue eyes looked up to her, and he flipped the magazine close with a casual flick of his wrist. "Ah, the two ladies have finished their little chat. How convenient." He wrinkled his nose that was a little too perfect for his smooth face and leaned closer. Where had she seen him before? "I didn't want to interrupt."

Zelda pushed her back straight. "We were discussing the new fabric collection. But you wouldn't have interrupted, the customer always comes first at Fine Fabrics. So how can I help you?"

"Could have fooled me…" he muttered and Zelda frowned when he put the magazine back. He had just come in! His hair was still damp from snowflakes melting!

"Anyway," he added. "I'm here for the sewing class."

Oh, great, Zelda couldn't wait to spend even more time with him. A clique of 14-year-old girls was one thing, but an annoyingly handsome guy her age, questioning her word at every occasion and probably sewing a plushie for his partner… not really the vibe she needed for her first Christmas as a single approaching on top of the worries about the store.

"Oh, really now?" It was difficult to keep the little snide out of her voice after he had falsely called her out for chatting instead of working. "Follow me, please, I'll show you everything."

#zelink #zeldaelmo writes #One stitch at a time #advent calendar #legend of zelda #wip wednesday

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officalroyalsofpierreland · 8 months

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University of Brichester, Pierreland

Magnus: Is anyone sitting next to you Miss?

Magdalena: Oh...no!

Professor: Alright class, take your seats. And welcome to Cartography 101, I'm Professor Llama and we're gonna get started.

Professor: Alright, we're gonna start with this map of the simverse. It was commissioned in the 1980s by the Grand Duke of Helmstadt to be used by the Ionian Union's government and was then brought to the attention of R4 conference of Nations later and then....

After Class

Magdalena: Hi Mama, sorry for missing your call. I was in class.

Minerva: Hi sweetheart! Your father and I are on our way to an event so you're on speaker

Nicholas: Hi Lena. How was your first class?

Magdalena: Hi Daddy! It was good...not as boring as I thought it would be which is surprising cause it's about maps and grandpa reccomended it

Nicholas [laughing]: I'll let him know he picked a good social studies class for you.

Minerva [worried]: Did you talk to anyone today? Besides Louis or Doctor Dayal?

Magdalena [groaning]: Mama...I was just trying to get through being in that big lecture hall...

Nicholas: Minerva, relax. She's taking baby steps.

Magdalena: Thanks Daddy.

Minerva: I'm just worried about you Maggie. You do need someone outside the family to talk to and Louis's gonna be limited and so are Maria Aisha and Henri. Did you see that boy from the music room again?

Nicholas [jokingly angry]: What boy?

Magdalena: Mamma....and I did...I let him know that it was okay to sit next to me...

Nicholas: There you go Minnie! She talked to someone!

Magdalena: Yep!

Minerva [sighing]: You both know what I mean. Anyway dear, we have to go, we're pulling up soon. Have a good rest of your day and we'll talk tonight, okay?

Magdalena: Okay. I love you guys!

Nicholas: We love you too.

[CLICK]

Magdalena[sighing]: Mama...you need to relax...it's day one...

Magnus: Hey! Miss...wait up!

Magdalena: Oh...hi! Magnus right?

Magnus: yeah...sorry to intrude on your thoughts but...I never got your name...I, kinda wanted to call you something other than awesome violin girl in my head...

Magdalena: It's Magdalena. Sorry about yesterday...

Magnus: No need, no need. I intruded on you...like I am now...I must say, your name suits you. When you go back through the etemology of the name, it means great, elegant in ancient hebrew and...you're quite great and...very elegant

Magdalena: oh thank you! not many people know etemology

Magnus: I got kinda bored as a kid...so I learned languages.

Magdalena: I kinda was the same way, my dad says I helped him improve his french so he can keep up with me and Mama.

Magnus: That's really cool! My aunt taught me and my cousin. it was cool to have our own secret code, even though she did foil our plans to raid the cookie jar every single time.

[Magdalena giggles]

Magnus: I stopped you because I wanted to get your number and see if...you'd like to jam together sometimes

Magdalena: I don't know if a violin is much of an instrument to jam to

Magnus: I mean....I can play alot of classical pieces or I can accompany you! It'd be an honor if I could cause you're really great and-

Magdalena: I'd love to. Your accent...I think I may know where you're from but I don't want to assume...

Magnus: I'm from the Kingdom of Scots. Sadly I'm not studying music but it's a passion of mine and my undergraduate degree

Magdalena: Really? What area of music?

Magnus: piano performance. I can help you with auditions if you'd like!

Magdalena: Oh...I don't know...

Magnus: No pressure. I just...want to extend the offer...I just really want to get to know you.

@simsroyallegacy

Map Credits to @funkyllama

#officalroyalsofpierreland #story #collab #simsroyallegacy #sim: magnus of scots #sim: magdalena of lunaria

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charmingbrute · 1 year

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duty support.

DUTY SUPPORT QUIRKS:

Can be Warrior, White Mage or Dragoon depending on the desired role.

More aggressive than Venat. Rarely uses healing spells, if at all. Doesn't even have a raise spell.

Has access to True Reraise, which is always cast at the start of the battle. It automatically revives a KOd party member to full health. Only casts it once and never again.

Has access to True Aethershield, a party-wide damage reduction spell. Only uses it when he, himself, is low on health.

Will only use True Benediction on a party member with a single digit health.

Constantly uses True Glare and complains when he has to stop to keep party members alive.

Very clutch healer.

His limit break 2 across all roles is VROTOKTONOS. He summons a divine chariot and runs the enemy over.

AS WARRIOR:

His class changes to Orogene.

He never says a word. In this state, he's focused on killing everything and killing them fast.

Doesn't use mitigations in favor of destructive offensive power and unstoppable sustain.

Will get hit by every single avoidable mechanic, but miraculously survives anyway.

Has access to Adamastos, which is the equivalent of Holmgang.

Just... doesn't die even with 11 vul stacks.

AS DRAGOON:

His class changes to Serpenteer.

Draconic design is instead replaced with serpents and vultures.

Has access to Oplokharis, which is the equivalent of Dragon Sight. He always gives it to the worst performing party member.

His spear is accompanied by a shield. As such, is always confident and will pull ahead of the tank.

Always greeds, but knows how to use his mitigations well. You don't even have to heal him.

CHARACTER SELECTION: By your leave. CASTING SPELLS:

We can't have you pouting, can we? (True Aethershield)

Just once and only once. (True Reraise)

Even you should know when to surrender. (True Glare)

Let's tickle you a wee bit. (Serpent Strike, offensive gap closer, equivalent of Seraph Strike)

You are a bore. Understand this. (True Assize)

It's not for you. It's for me. (Decisive Dervish, party-wide damage buff)

Oh? You still live? (True Benediction)

CASTING LIMIT BREAK 1 (BIG SHOT): Fleeing's not an option! CASTING LIMIT BREAK 2 (VROTOKTONOS): Come measure the height of your folly! BATTLE:

Adorable, you are.

Now where are you going?

IN PAIN:

Ugh!

Oh, please...

Fascinating...

LOW HEALTH:

I can endure far more.

Such woe betides us.

What will you all do without me, really?

DEFEATED:

I... cannot afford to... idle.

Curses!

Ah? Eheheheh...

REVIVED:

Can you truly not make do without me?

I vow to fall again to give you aught to do.

Fine. I'll be more serious this time.

IF FOUGHT BY THE WARRIOR OF LIGHT:

Hark, feeble light. Indeed, I am Azem of the Convocation of Fourteen. Upon my back I carry the hopes of this Star and its people. I shall have proof that you are fit to bear the weight of such name.

Take up your blade, warrior, and raise them high! For you fight me now not just for yourself, but for all those who have gone before us, for all those who will come after.

We stand at the precipice of a great and terrible fate, a fate that will shape the very fabric of time to come. You must hear the song. You must think the measures. You must feel the agony. Show me that you are one of me!

I am a seer, a bringer of the word of the heavens. Our fate rests in your hands, that we might not but fight with all the strength and all the courage that we owe.

Know you of the nothingness which approaches? That it seeks to swallow us whole and plunge us into perpetual gloom? But we are not lost, not yet. For you are here, are you not?

Do not fear, for should you win this, I shall be with you. I shall fortify your heart. I shall fortify your soul.

I bear witness to the light within you, the fire of righteousness that burns bright and hot. And with this fire, we shall vanquish the darkness and reclaim what will always belong to you and I.

#( about : ares. )#i finally finished it lets go

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yuujispinkhair · 1 year

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Do you have any comfort Yuji/Sukuna fic’s to recommend? I’ve been feeling pretty upset recently and I just want that comfy feeling of knowing it’ll be fine

Aww I am sorry you are feeling sad atm! I looked through my bookmarks and I'll share some Sukuita fics I really enjoyed and which, as far as I remember, were fluffy and cute!! Please read the tags/warnings before every story to make sure you are ok with the content!! I hope you will find comfort in these:

White Garden by Kovffee Summary: Sukuna didn’t know how it began, why, or which fucked up god thought it was funny. One day, he was lazing around the space of his domain, kicking broken bull-shaped skulls off the rustic throne, and the next he finds a single white flower resting peacefully on the foot of his skull tower.

Pull me under (The world above is too much) by Anonymous Summary: The decisions and gruesome scenes that jujutsu sorcerers have to endure weigh extremely heavily on someone who wears their heart on their sleeve, such as Itadori Yuji. Sukuna helps him relax for a little while.

Pretty little wife by Truly_Morgan Summary: Yuji's apartment building caught fire and due to water damage, he cannot stay there until reparation and renovation are all done. He doesn't know what he'll do, until Sukuna suggests living with him, under one condition...

Phantom food by lyrebirdswrites Summary: When Itadori wakes, he is filled with foreign longing. He seeks a home he’s never seen. He aches to return to a time and place he can never reach. That feeling doesn't belong to him, but he feels it anyway. Itadori and Sukuna don't have secrets.

It's a curse thing by Paradgimshift26 Summary: The last thing the gang expected with Sukuna's resurrection was having to deal with an aggressively territorial curse. In other words, Nobara, Megumi and Satoru suffer as Sukuna and Yuuji navigate their tumultuous relationship. Or Nobara could safely say she would never – and emphasis on that never please – grow accustomed to this new routine of waking up every day only to see the King of Curses roaming about their campus grounds. Accompanied by a chirpy Itadori Yuuji, of course. Always.

Power washed by Mia_Moon Summary: That's why he spent so much on this ticket, Yuuji thinks as Sukuna's hand grabs his own and helps him get up on stage.

Brat next door by Backwardshit Summary: After a year of trying to clean and sell his old home in the country, Yuuji Itadori finally has an apartment to call his own. With the old place full of sad memories, he just wants a fresh start. Meet a few new people, keep up with some of the old ones, restart some classes to finish his education, and work to pay for classes. It definitely doesn't hurt he's got an attractive neighbor.

The college experience is losing the moral high ground by choclatecatcupcakecheese Summary: Itadori Yuuji is your typical Ivy League college student: stressed, anxious, and horny as hell, but with his nose too firmly pressed into the books to do anything about it. Then he meets Ryoumen Sukuna, loses a bet, and things change. (A college AU where everyone is happy, everyone has swords, everyone is gay, and they all do crimes.)

Strawberry Frappuccino, Double Whipped Cream (If You Know What I Mean) by chocolatecatcupcakecheese Summary: This job is only for the summer, Yuuji reminds himself, and grits his teeth through the indignity. Sukuna is the best and worst part of his day.

Buck Bucking by @skunaskitten Summary: Sukuna comes home to see his room mate decorating the apartment with festive holiday decor. He just had enough of yuji avoiding his feelings, so he just had to show his room mate his own feeling.

That's not a candy cane in my pocket. I'm just glad to see you by me :) Summary: Sukuna comes home to Yuuji baking Christmas cookies only clad in his boxers, and that's a sight the candy cane in Sukuna's pants enjoys a lot!

I don't care if I'm on your naughty list or your nice list. I just want to be on your to-do list by me Summary: Yuuji wants to bring a little Christmas spirit to the Malevolent Shrine, but that leads to Sukuna having to teach Yuuji how to get on his nice list instead of his naughty list.

And here is the WIP I am reading atm. It has dark elements too, but I think the relationship that's starting to form between Yuuji and Sukuna will be really sweet!!

Trapped by losing_sanity_fast Summary: Kind of a Beauty and the Beast AU but the vibe is fantasy and intrigue and not fairy tale. Yuuji gets sent to appease "the Beast" who threatens the world outside of his prison.

I hope you will feel better soon!! I am sending you lots of love <3<3

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