#but I usually just write them in one go after doing a bunch of homework so

[guqin-and-flute]

WIP...Thriday (aka proof I'm not dead and still writing)

An And A-Fu Makes 4 Chpt. 7 exerpt in which A-Fu and Wangji are equally bemused by each other

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It turned out that his uncle was actually pretty funny. Not totally, like, ‘haha’ funny, but ‘different from what A-Fu was used to’ funny.  A-Fu had always thought that his face was blank most of the time, but he found out that wasn't true--he smiled and frowned and looked worried and annoyed just like everyone else. His expressions were just super tiny compared to other people, so you had to study his face as hard as school, but A-Fu was getting the hang of it. If he didn’t get something, A-Yuan could usually interperate for him pretty good, ‘cause he was an expert Hanguang-jun interperatator. He knew what all the different tones of ‘A-Yuan’ meant when apparently it was supposed to be a whole sentence that meant ‘time for bed' or ‘too loud’ or ‘not that way’ or ‘did you finish your homework?’ or ‘do you want to play guqin with me?’

Uncle Wangji sorta reminded A-Fu of Gray-Father and how sometimes he looked so serious and scary to other people, but you just had to know what they meant to say on the inside. Except unlike Gray-Father, Uncle Wangji had never laughed in front of A-Fu; but when he and A-Yuan did something silly together, he sometimes had a little bit of Laughing Eyes, just like Blue-Father did. Maybe A-Fu was a gray, blue, and yellow father interperatator? Maybe after staying at the Jingshi, he could become an Uncle Wangji one, too! 

Sometimes his uncle was ‘haha’ funny, usually by accident and usually because he didn’t really get A-Fu--a lot of the things he did seemed to confuse him; like how he liked mud and salamanders and toads, and how he hated wearing socks to bed, and how he got an idea to do things but then didn’t really think about how it might end up and then he fell over or broke something, sometimes. Then, Uncle Wangji would get a little wrinkle, right in between his eyebrows, like he was trying to figure out a hard math problem and his mouth would get all small and he would blink reaaaal slow. Sometimes, he even looked over at A-Yuan like he needed his help as an A-Fu Interpretator--which he kinda was, since he was A-Fu’s bestest friend in the whole entire world and knew him better than anyone.  

Uncle Wangji definitely didn’t get Sneaking-and-Snooping, and when A-Fu actually really did surprise him a couple times, his uncle said all serious that he knew A-Fu was there, he just didn’t expect him to jump out and yell at him and A-Fu said uh-huh sure he did, suuure, and Uncle Wangji would just coolly say ‘good’ that A-Fu was sure--but he would say it like he knew that A-Fu was being sarcasms and was agreeing just to make him annoyed, which it did ‘cause that’s not how sarcasms worked, Uncle Wangji! And his uncle would say, without any hint of a smile, that he would try to remember that, which A-Fu figured was sort of like a joke and it made him laugh. 

One day, when A-Fu got in trouble with his teacher because he had colored his whole tongue black with his paintbrush during class just because, he had been really anxious about when his uncle came to pick them up from school. After talking to the teacher for a bit at the desk, he came over and stood all tall in front of A-Fu. When he looked all the way up at him, he  saw that scrunchy-confused wrinkle on his face but all he said was, “...Why?”

“Uh. I dunno.”

“....” Uncle Wangji said things with his silences best of anyone A-Fu knew, and this silence was like a whole bunch of question marks, like A-Fu was some sort of mystery. When he looked over at A-Yuan, who was waiting patiently by the door with his stuff all packed up, A-Yuan just shook his head and shrugged. 

 Uncle Wangji just looked back at him for another second, then just turned and walked right out the door, hand behind his back, not even waiting.

A-Fu assumed that that meant something like ‘let’s go home, you’re not in trouble, but what the heck’, so he just happily trotted out after him into the sunshine with A-Yuan next to him. He must have been getting better at understanding his uncle’s silences, because all that happened when they got back to the Jingshi was that he was handed a cool, damp cloth from the fancy wash basin in the corner and told, “Do not eat paint.”

He tried to explain around sticking out his tongue and scrubbing, “I wa’n’t ea’ing i’, I wath theeing if I coul’ color i’ all in,” but Uncle Wangji didn’t say anything else about it and just sat down at his table play his guqin.

#excuse weird sentence structure I've been moving shit around a LOT #Also featured in this chapter is me trying to see the absolute shortest easter egg of angst I can hide :) Not in this part but in another #my stuff #my fic #3zun raise jingyi au #Wangji visiting Xichen in the infirmary: Xiongzhang your son is weird #Xichen: All children are weird Wangji #Wangji: A-Yuan isn't. He's perfectly behaved #Xichen: [ever so gently] Didi...that's really weird

[surftrips]

LABYRINTH

OBX WRITING WEEK DAY 3 — RELUCTANT FRIENDS TO LOVERS W/ SARAH CAMERON

word count: 1.8k

summary: y/n must figure out why she doesn’t receive an invite to her best friend, sarah cameron’s birthday party.

a/n: yes, this is based on the kiara sarah birthday storyline but i couldn't help myself, it's just so queercoded. almost halfway through obx writing week, let's go woooo!

Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out. You were repeating the words over and over in an effort to calm yourself down.

You just found out that you did not get invited to your best friend, Sarah Cameron’s birthday party. And you had to hear about it from the girls who did get invited. 

You were standing outside of your math classroom when you them talking.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe I got invited!”

“Me neither! Do you think Rafe will be there?” 

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Not only were the girls invited to your best friend’s party instead of you, they only wanted to go for her older brother. These girls didn’t even know Sarah like you did. 

You recounted the past week, wondering what you could have possibly done to upset Sarah. You knew your friend was sensitive sometimes, but you had never had any issues before. What had changed? 

You decided that after school, you would approach Sarah about this. Maybe it was all a big misunderstanding. Maybe you would get your invite after school, along with a much needed hug. 

But when the bell rang after last period, Sarah was nowhere to be seen. You looked in all your usual meetup spots, asked around, even checked to see that she wasn’t staying late with any teachers. 

Sighing, you decided to text her. 

Hey Sarah, can we talk? 

No response. 

Are you still at school?

One minute, five, then ten and still nothing. 

Exasperated, you gave up. If Sarah wasn’t going to communicate with you, then there was no use talking to a brick wall. 

In your bedroom, you desperately tried to focus on your homework, but to no avail. Usually Sarah would be here with you, both of you struggling to do basic math and laughing at each other. 

One particular memory came to mind:

“Sarah, I’m literally so stressed right now. Why would they schedule two tests on the same day?”

“Y/N, you got this, it’s going to be okay.” 

“How do you know that? This is going to make or break my grade for this semester.” 

“I know it is, but you’re gonna be amazing. You always are.” 

You smiled. She always knew what to say. Sarah would break her back just to make you break a smile. Now, she wouldn’t even respond to your text. 

Come to think of it, Sarah had begun acting weird around you earlier in the week, but you didn’t give it much thought. You knew that Sarah’s home life wasn’t super easy, that sometimes she got anxious and needed time to herself. But Sarah always talked to you about it after a while. Suddenly, you wondered if maybe things were worse than she thought. But if she wasn’t getting along with her family, why would she throw her birthday party at Tanny Hill? 

All of this overthinking wasn’t helping you, so you decided to call it a night. Foolishly, you chose to believe that Sarah’s phone had just died. Along with a bunch of other coincidences that explained why she wasn’t talking to you. Anything to help you sleep better at night. 

In the morning, your heart dropped when you didn’t get your usual good morning text from Sarah. Something was terribly wrong and the thought of your best friend being mad at you made you sick. You contemplated calling out of school, but you knew that that was also your best chance at seeing Sarah. 

Throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a loose fitted t-shirt, you pulled yourself out of the house and into your car. You silently cursed your Jeep for automatically connecting to your BlueTooth and playing Sar + Y/N/N’s Jams, the playlist you and Sarah had made at the beginning of sophomore year. You had made a bet about who would get their license first, and though you both got it around the same time, it was a tradition that Sarah be the passenger princess. 

Now, the seat next to yours was empty.

Pulling into the school parking lot, you searched for any of the Cameron’s vehicles. She had to have gotten to school somehow. You couldn’t imagine she would carpool with someone else.

As the day went on, you were growing increasingly more anxious. By lunchtime, tears threatened to fall from your eyes, but you composed yourself before they did. 

By the end of the day, you were furious. Sadness and worry had grown into anger. You would never do something like this to Sarah. Didn’t she know how sick you felt? How much sleep you had lost over her last night? At this point, you didn’t even care about the birthday party anymore. You just wanted to know what you did that was so awful, she would ghost you like this. 

The week went on, and your eyebags and temper grew progressively worse. By Friday, the day of the party, you were practically buzzing with indignation. You couldn’t stand to hear one more person talk about the party, one more person ask what you were wearing, one more thought about Sarah Cameron, your ex-best friend. 

That night, you did the one thing you could think of to get back at her. You called the cops on her party. You knew that there would be alcohol and probably some other substances, maybe the music would be too loud. You also knew that the Camerons were far too wealthy to face any real consequences, so you called purely out of spite. Just to ruin the mood, as Sarah had been doing to you all week. 

After the phone call, you had the best sleep you’ve had all week.

In the morning, you were abruptly woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. And ringing, and ringing. Who the hell is calling me on a Saturday morning?

You stared at the bright screen of your phone as your eyes adjusted to the light. 

Incoming call: Sarah Cameron <3

Oh, of course she wants to talk now. You contemplated not even picking up, just blocking her number and moving on. But deep down, you knew that you would regret that. 

You answered, but didn’t say a word.

“What the fuck?” her voice said, seemingly so far away. 

“Don’t ‘what the fuck’ me! What the fuck is wrong with you, Sarah?” 

“Why would you call the cops on my party?”

“I can’t believe you’re asking me that. Oh, maybe it’s because I didn’t get an invite!” you screamed. You had never yelled at her before and it felt awful.

“That’s not a reason!” 

“Of course, it is, Sarah. Especially after you ghosted me this week.” 

Sarah seemed to pause on the other side. “Listen, can we not talk about this on the phone?”

Despite your anger, concern crept back into your mind. “Is there something wrong? Are you okay?”

She seemed to relax on the other end at your words. “Everything’s fine. Sorta. Can we meet somewhere?” 

You hung up after planning on coming over to her house for lunch. You knew that lunch was just a formality, that you were going to be far too anxious to eat anything.

Thirty minutes later, you pulled up to the familiar mansion in silence. You couldn’t even bear to the listen to the radio for fear that something would remind you of Sarah. 

She opened the door before you could reach it, the blonde girl must have been looking through one of the many windows of her house.

Neither one of you made an effort to greet the other. You silently followed her inside, like you had done countless times, upstairs to her bedroom. 

Once inside and with the door shut, you immediately blurted out, “Talk.” 

Sarah seemed taken aback, but not surprised by your tone. She knew that she had messed up. Best friends did not ignore each other for a week without explanation. 

She sighed, biting her lip, a nervous tick you had picked up on. “I- I just,” she started. 

“Just what, Sarah?” You knew that you were coming off a bit harsh, but you also felt like she would never speak if you didn’t push her. 

“I don’t know!”

“Then why did you invite me here? Why wasn’t I invited to your birthday party? Why have you been ignoring me all week? I mean, what did I even do?” you blurted out, all your frustrations boiling over at once. 

“You like me.”

“What?”

“You like me. And that scares me.” 

“What? Of course I like you, you’re my best friend.” 

“No, what I mean is… I guess I like you and that’s the scary part.” 

“You like me?” confusion etched across your face. 

“Yes, Y/N, like like you,” Sarah could barely get the words out before her face turned red.

You were not expecting this. You expected her to yell at you about something, tell you what you did wrong, but never this. You took a second to think about it. Of course, Sarah was beautiful, the most beautiful girl on the island and probably in the world. And the sweetest. Did you think about what it would be like to date her from time to time? Of course, you did. Anyone that had eyes probably did. 

Sarah looked nervous, but relieved that she had finally told you what was on her mind. 

“Do you want to know what the best day of my life was?” you asked her. 

Though uncertain about where you were going with this, she nodded her head. 

You continued, “When I first moved here, I was so lonely. I didn’t know anyone and it didn’t seem like anyone wanted to get to know me. It was like that for weeks, before you came up to me in the lunchroom that one day. Do you remember?”

“Of course, I remember.” 

“Well I had just called my mom and begged her to homeschool me, or switch me back to my old school. But after you invited me to go see the baby sea turtles that night, I changed my mind. I decided that I didn’t want to be anywhere that didn’t have you.” 

“Y/N… I…” 

“I think I fell in love with you that night. When you pointed out the eggs in the sand and we watched them hatch from a distance. When you picked the last one up and gently guided it back to shore. I loved watching you care for them and I would be lying if I didn’t wonder for a second how it would feel to have you care about me like that.” 

“Y/N, where is all this coming from? I didn’t know you felt the same.” 

“I guess I didn’t either,” you laughed lightly. “Until this moment. I think I’ve always cared about you in a way that’s more than platonic. I just didn’t realize it.” 

Upon hearing that, Sarah leaned in and wrapped her arms around you. The smell of her lavender perfume filled your senses as you took her in. My girl, you thought.

Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out.

#obxweek23 #obx #outer banks #obx x reader #obx imagine #sarah cameron x reader #sarah cameron imagine #sarah cameron #madelyn cline #madelyn cline x reader #sarah cameron x you #sarah cameron x female reader

[callsign-dexter]

Echoes of Talent

Request: Hey lovie!!!!

So I was scrolling threw tik tok as one does at one in the morning lol and I came across a video of a girl singing and her dad finding out and thought omg totally maverick

so i was wondering if you could write about maverick finding out his kid can sing?

maybe reader is like 14 ish 

100% your choice :)

Pairings: Maverick x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: fluff

Masterlist

Singing was a passion of Y/N she loved doing it but got embarrassed when she did it in front of anyone else. This includes her father. Maverick loved his little girl to pieces and always supported her. He would catch her humming to herself at times but never singing, this was usually when she was listening to music while working on some homework.

Maverick made it his goal to try and hear her sing. Each time he had made it known he was there she would stop and go to humming. She always somehow knew he was there and he didn't know how. He wondered if anyone else had heard hee sing and when he asked they just shook their head.

Friday around 5 PM he had come home from work a thought he heard a voice and went to the source. He found his daughter there but she was just humming away. She looked up and greeted him. "Hi, Daddy." She said and got up and hugged him.

"Hey, Sweetie. Have a good day at school?" He asked and she nodded.

"Yea I did. Got a bunch of homework that they gave us." She said when she released him from the hug. "I already have most of it done." She said and walked over to the table and continued her work. Maverick smiled at his daughter and she started humming again, he didn't know what the song was but it was catchy. He moved out of the kitchen and started to get into his regular clothing. He let it go for the evening not wanting to push his daughter into something she didn't want to.

It didn't happen for a few more weeks, that or he was just too busy with work to notice. Cyclone was on his ass about something that happened at work and he wanted him to push the current class of cadets harder. Y/N wasn't around much since she always was busy with the sports that she had going on.

There was one person who knew she could sing because he had caught her one day. He also encouraged her to sing. He also played the guitar while she sang. Who would that be? Well, none other than Robert 'Bob' Floyd. He had been in the same room as her and she was listening to her music and signing. When she looked up she was startled but he just smiled. He also ended up teaching her how to play the guitar but she preferred him to play and her sing.

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It was a summer day and she had been sitting at the bar doing some summer work at The Hard Deck after the afternoon rush while the Dagger's had their annual dogfight football game. She had opted to stay in the air conditioning and grabbing drinks for them when they needed. She had been listening to music and not paying attention when Bob walked in. She was singing quietly to herself and it made Bob stop and listen she had an absolutely stunning voice. She was singing Battleships by Daughtry.

"Yeah

I'm sinkin' inside

And the mass and lines are broken down tonight (down tonight)

I swallow my pride

But we're drowning in the ocean

And it's tearing my heart open, baby

We're high then we're low, first it's yes then it's no

And we're changing like the tides

Yeah, but I want you, I need you and I guarantee you

We'll make it out alive

'Cause I don't wanna fight no more

Even when the waves get rough

I don't wanna see the day we say we've had enough

And I don't wanna fight this war

Bullets coming off our lips

But we stick to our guns and make love like battleships

Like battleships"

She hummed some parts of it but then went back to singing and Bob just stood there.

"Bombs fly through the air

And I know that we're both playing not so fair

Oh-oh, so, show me you care

Got my white flag open, it's waving

'Cause you know this love's worth saving baby

We're high then we're low, first it's yes then it's no

And we're changing like the tides

Yeah, but I want you, I need you and I guarantee you

We'll make it out alive"

He walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder and she jumped and he jerked back. She ripped the earbud out of her ear and held a hand over her heart and turned around. "Bob? You scared me." She said and he smiled apologetically.

"I'm sorry. I came in to get some water." He said and she nodded and got up and got a water bottle behind the bar. "You have a beautiful voice." He said as she stood up and blushed.

"Thank you." She said and handed the bottle to him.

"Does anyone else know that you sing?" He asked and she shook her head 'no'. "Why not?" He asked

"I don't like how I sound and I sound horrible." She said, water bottle still in hand.

"Well your secret is safe with me. You have a very beautiful voice. If you want I could play guitar and you could sing." He said and she looked at him with tears in her eyes, sat water down, and walked around the bar and hugged him.

"Thank you. I would love that." She said and Bob hugged them back and that is how they ended up almost every weekend at his house. Maverick was fine with it. She sang and he played guitar.

They bonded over this and were just as close as she and Bradley were. She was close to everyone but they just had a stronger bond. They were just too shy people who loved music and hated expressing themselves. They were practically the same person but with a huge age gap.

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Maverick didn't find out she could sing until a month later. She was home but Bob was there since he volunteered to stay with her since Maverick was going out for a few hours. Bob and Y/N were in the living room and she was singing Every Light In The House by Trace Atkins. It was a favorite of hers and she couldn't help but not sing it.

"I told you I'd leave a light on

In case you ever wanted to come back home

You smiled and said you appreciate the gesture

I took your every word to heart

'Cause I can't stand us being apart

And just to show how much I really miss ya"

She sang the beginning and she sang it beautifully. Bob was smiling and encouraging her with a nod and so she continued singing.

"Every light in the house is on

The backyard's bright as the crack of dawn

The front walk looks like runway lights

It's kinda like noon in the dead of night

Every light in the house is on

Just in case you ever do get tired of being gone

Every light in the house is on"

She continued singing. Maverick had just gotten home and walked through the door when he stopped and heard a guitar and a beautiful voice singing. He smiled when he realized it was his daughter's voice. He listened to her sing then he decided to walk into the living room and stand in the door way. Bob noticed him but didn't say anything but continued to playing and smiled.

"If I should ever start forgetting

I'll turn the lights off one by one

So you can see that I agree it's over

But until then I want you to know

If you look south, you'll see a glow

That's me waiting at home each night to hold ya"

Maverick couldn't believe this was his daughter's voice. It was almost the end of the song and she had yet to notice her father was there too caught up in the song. He didn't know she was this talented.

"Every light in the house is on

The backyard's bright as the crack of dawn

The front walk looks like runway lights

It's kinda like noon in the dead of night

Every light in the house is on

Just in case you ever do get tired of being gone

Oh, every light in the house is on

The backyard's bright as the crack of dawn

The front walk looks like runway lights

It's kinda like noon in the dead of night

Every light in the house is on

Just in case you ever do get tired of being gone

Every light in the house is on"

She finished the song as Bob finished the last note. "Hey, Y/N/N turn around." She looked confused but did as told and found her father standing there and she blushed fiercely. She couldn't believe that she just sang in front of her father.

"You're amazing, Darling." Maverick said and she looked down.

"Thank you." She said quietly

"Why did you find it from me or anybody besides Bob?" He asked and she looked up and over at Bob who nodded.

"Bob found out when he came into The Hard Deck for water after a game of dogfight football a month ago and he offered to play guitar while I sang, that is what we had been doing pretty much every weekend. I also don't think I sound very good when it comes to me singing." She said and Maverick looked at her in disbelief.

"Darling. Your voice is perfect. I know you didn't get it from me. It sounds like her mom's voice when she sang before she passed." He said and that made her cry, her mother died when she was 3 years-old. "It sounds like an Echo of her." He said and she looked up at him and then got up and hugged him.

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Now that she had gotten compliments from Maverick and Bob. She started to sing more often. All the Daggers and Penny had heard her sing especially when she thinks nobody is around or its in a hushed tone. Bradley played the piano while she sang and everyone loved it. Nothing could stop her now. She gets to do something she loved and doesn't have to be shy about it anymore. Maverick was just glad he could hear her sing freely. It brought good memories back that he thought was gone but not when she sang. He knew that her mother was smiling down on her when she sang, she would be so proud of her little girl, Maverick knew he was proud of her. Then again he was proud of her everyday, nothing was going to change that.

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[dorarakei]

cw: major shibuya arc spoiler / jjk s2 spoiler. nanami kento angst drabble. first time writing, and it's not checked. my interpretation might be wrong, so sorry if it's ooc or not align with the anime!

i was rewatching the hidden inventory arc when i realized something.

not "realized", actually, more like i remembered something. a teeny tiny detail of the jjk universe.

i've just remembered that all of the characters actually has parents (lol yea i know silly me i just remembered it after i reach that part where geto apparently slaughtered his parents)

but... then i was thinking. about nanami.

his maternal grandfather is danish, yes? now imagine this:

ever since nanami kento reaches his teenager years and got enrolled in jujutsu tech which makes him technically a sorcerer, his family especially his mother has already make plans to relocate them back to denmark. for a... better, and peaceful life, she says.

a life far from the dangers of curses lurking on nanami, and a life far from the constant fear that one day, nanami won't go back in one piece.

just a life where he can be... normal. a normal teenager, doing normal things like what teenage boys usually do. maybe he could have a silly crush, or perhaps he can experience having a girlfriend... maybe even take the girl he has interest at to the prom. having difficulties with his homeworks and exams, being confused as heck choosing what major will he take for college...

well, the last possibility might not count. he's still confused when he wants to continue his uni life when he's in jujutsu tech. but then, at that point, he already has so many worries and traumas other than what major he should choose. worries and trauma that no teenager should be experiencing.

...or maybe, just maybe, nanami can experience a more normal future, too. perhaps nanami can land on a normal occupation in a corporate and climb on the ranks, or he can even make a bakery, since he loves to eat and bake various baked goods (especially breads). get married with the woman he loves, have children. he wouldn't have to worry much about curses in denmark just like he did now in japan, right?

but it seems that nanami is not that willing to leave jujutsu tech and the sorcery world behind.

from every argument that raises whenever she asks nanami about to possibility to move to denmark, his mother realizes something about nanami's understanding towards sorcery and his life:

he sees sorcery as something that... isn't ideal, for sure, but like it or not he must compromise with it if he still wants to live his life fully.

it's like what some people say about having exceptional intelligence or much higher sensitivity towards emotion: it could be a blessing for some, but curse for another. only those who have it could fully understand about it and... only they could bear with such "burden". they can't really ask everyone to understand and bear it...

and with that, his parents just.. dropped the idea of going back to denmark.

like it or not, it's still nanami's life. he has every right to choose what he wants.

his parents can only hope and pray that whenever the doorbell rings, it's nanami that's ringing it, alive, well, and breathing, and not some bunch of people who wore that distinct dark uniforms with such gloomy face... itching to break the bad news.

so just imagine how his parents would be so, so devastated when they heard that nanami has met his end during the shibuya mission.

his deceased body- god, they can't even call it a body... all that remains were just the lower part of his body they can't even lift the white sheet and take a proper look at it-

...if only he did agree to move to denmark, lay low and continue his life... in a more normal manner.

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[vendetta-if]

hullo, hullo! i sent an ask the other day but i’m not sure it got through to you😔. i’ll type it again for you <33

i love, love, love your if. the characters are perfectly fleshed out and the lore and story are just- mwah. perfection. but. butt(see what i did there? ;3c). take care of yourself. i keep getting surprised at how quickly you keep posting updates (at least that’s what it feels like to me. i have school and stuff so homework is taking up a lot of my free time🙃). take breaks, get enough sleep, don’t skip meals, and look at cat memes (cats are superior). also take care of your hands. i write as a hobby so i know the pain of sore hands. with the amount of words you type/write, my hands are crying out for yours. take breaks when your hands start to hurt so nothing bad happens to them.

anyways (onto the actually ask part of this. sorry for the long lecture lol), i was wondering how would the ROs react to an MC that sang as a side hustle (i’m in my schools choir. our concert was tonight). would they go to MCs impromptu concerts (they may sing in bars or cafes, etc.) or wait for MC to get home and request a lullaby or something? (idk if i explained that well. i’m terrible at explaining things😭)

have a lovely day/night!❤️❤️

Oh, yes, I actually have your ask in my drafts as I was in the middle of answering it 😄 But it’s okay, I’ll move the answers to this one instead 🥰 First of all, thank you so much for the kind words and the concern 😊

Some days, I can be really busy with some irl stuff, but I spent most of my free time working on this project, including writing the main story, side stories and other exclusive contents. I tried to answer asks whenever I can, but as some of you can probably see, it’s getting harder to find enough slivers of my free time to answer a lot of asks everyday, unfortunately.

But if I happen to have extra time, I’ll try answering a bunch of asks—as many as I could—in one sitting 😄 I’m still sad tho because I have so many awesome asks that I couldn’t get to, especially the reactions one because those usually take some time to answer.

I’ve also heard about the hand pain before from writers and artists. Right now, I haven’t felt anything yet, but thank you so much for the concern and for reminding me. I’ll certainly be on a lookout for that 🥰 And, I hope the school choir concert went great ☺️

As for your question…

Ash

Oh, MC better let them know whenever they’re about to have a performance, because you bet your ass they’ll be there every time. Unless they have really important mission to do that nobody else can do or be trusted to do… Then they’ll be really grumpy the whole time until they get home. Maybe your MC can give them a private performance instead 🥰

Rin

They will try their best to be there in every single one, even if MC is performing in a less-than-fancy cafe 😆 They’ll love to listen to MC singing and they kinda regret not finishing their piano lesson with their mom years ago, because then, they would be able to accompany MC’s singing. If they miss any, they’ll most likely request MC to sing to them at home if they don’t mind, of course 🥹

Santana

Oh, they’ll be there—or try their very best to be there. As long as there’s no emergency for them to attend, they’ll even be willing to sneak out of the station to go watch MC 😂 Between mind-numbing paperwork and enjoying MC’s singing, there’s no doubt which one they will pick every time. Also, MC’s singing will be one of the most effective ways to get them to fall asleep and calm them down after a vivid nightmare 🥺

Skylar

Will be one of MC’s biggest fans, rivalling Ash 🤣 Will try to attend every single one and you bet they’ll be that kind of fan who claps and whoops shamelessly after each song or try to sing along 💀 If MC doesn’t mind, they’ll love to record parts of MC singing and upload them to their Facegram story or TokTik account 😂 Soon, MC will be famous.

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[notasapleasure]

I'm asking aLL THE FIC WRITER MEMES!!! in reverse order from current WIP back through your published works

Omg thank you, you mad man! But you know now I’m wondering just how much homework you set your actual students… ^^;

So I’ve chosen to interpret this in a very literal way. I started with the bottom ask and applied it to the current WIP, and worked backwards through my fics as I went up the list. I didn’t answer any of the ones that needed a trope or ship picking, but am still open to being asked if anyone wants!

★ what was the scene you most wanted to write in [fic]? what was the hardest scene to write?

(Whumptober 2022 day 31: Comfort | Bedside Vigil | “You can rest now.”) The whole thing is really just one scene, but it really did epitomise the eternal problem with writing Francis/Jerott, which is how do you get them to stop being smart with each other and just. Open up a little? Of course this opening up is also the scene I want most to write at any given time. Though any and all Jerott whump makes my horrible little gremlin brain happy, so to be able to include various flashbacks to times Jerott was having an even worse day was fun. And Francis feeling guilty about the kiss in Anemone was also fun >:} But I think finishing this one was hard. I wanted to push for more intimacy between them but that isn’t where either of them is at this point, but Francis’ care for Jerott even in his disappointment – AND VICE VERSA – is honestly one of my favourite things about Checkmate, so it was trying to do that justice while keeping them in-character.

✿ did anything major change when you started writing [fic] to when you finished?

(Only Ever Just One Night). I initially thought I’d write follow-up chapters. I had a mean little desire to whump Brasso and have Cassian get him out of a Situation. But it would have meant Plot, which I never fully managed to figure out, and then I got distracted writing lead-up smut to the friends-with-benefits situation instead. But on the whole what’s posted wrote itself really easily – it’s often the way with my first fic in a new fandom, all the initial impressions and headcanons come gushing out before I can start making problems for myself by overthinking.

☉ what do you do when you get stuck writing?

Ahhh, sulk? Nah, it doesn’t happen too often, and usually I manage to knuckle on through. A tried and tested method is a two hour bath lol. Lock the door, turn my music on, nothing to do except figure out that tricky bit of bridging. Usually results in fewer words than it feels like, but gets me through sections I’m struggling with. Also just leaving gaps and continuing to write the bit I want to write, knowing I can go back and join things together later. Making a playlist to remind myself of vibes helps, too.

✄ what’s your editing process?

I re-read quite a lot and tinker with things as I go. I quite like editing (good job as I do it all day), and I like seeing things come together, but I am awful at kill your darlings. I’m writing for fun so I just leave it all in – ‘sure this might not be relevant relevant but it adds fLAvourrrr!!’ I will stick a bunch of line-breaks in or use highlighting/bold to remind myself that a section doesn’t read well or needs adding to, though, and try to go back and figure it out before I let myself continue much further.

✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest?

Some of the Whumptober days were like pulling teeth and I think it shows. I think the sweet spot is when I have a pretty clear idea of vibes and outcome and it’s not had the chance to outgrow containment – some scenes (e.g. the chapters at the summer house in Inchoate) lie in wait in my head and when I get to that part of the fic they practically write themselves (sometimes it’s nice stuff, sometimes it’s DDDNE, but it’s basically kind of scene or action with a concrete beginning and ending). But often fitting these scenes in – what comes just before and after – is a nightmare. And like. Yeah ok, I could just write one-shots of the scenes I want to write without the thousands and thousands of words of context but – and you might have noticed this – I am a CONTEXT FIEND. In terms of stand alone fics it’s like I said above about Only Ever Just One Night – fresh in a new fandom and determined-to-get-my-thoughts-down fics are usually dead easy to write.

✎ how do you think readers would guess a fic was yours if you posted anonymously?

Ah this one’s easy: it would be LONG. Probably at least three times as long as it needed to be. For a long time very little would happen, but the minutest detail of everyone’s body language would be described and everyone would probably be in denial about their emotions/circumstances. Most likely they would fuck nasty about it.

♡ pick a fic and I’ll pick a comment that made me really happy

(Escape Velocity) Well OF COURSE I am happy the person it was dedicated to left lovely comments. But especially where you picked up on Brasso being worried about flying in ships because he knows how to take them apart, and even more especially the idea of Cassian ‘stealing’ Brasso temporarily at the moment it’s paralleling the light on Kassa’s face when he leaves Kenari :’) it’s especially pleasing when readers pick up on stuff like that.

▵ pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite line

(Counting on You) Still a wip, so subject to change, but I’m very pleased with ‘something crueller than punishment - the certainty that Cass is loved’ and utterly delighted that @elwenyere picked it out in a comment <3

♫ send a fic and i’ll make a 3-5 song playlist for you

(Brassian saga au) Thankfully I already have a 3 hour playlist for the vibes, so to cherry pick some essentials, here we go…

Kate Bush – Get Out of My House Sam Lee – The Devil & the Huntsman Björk – Pagan Poetry Nikniume – Nonantzin Anna B. Savage – Crown Shyness

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[masterwords]

a hundred years of blood (pt. 1)

Summary: One of Jessica's favorite clients is an old hermit who lives deep in the woods. When he stops answering his phone, she fears the worst and asks Hotch to come with her...just to check it out. Bad things are about to happen. When Derek realizes Hotch is missing and he might be in danger will the team be able to save them in time? Or will they, too, only find themselves in danger?

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan (established as usual, they just exist as husbands in my head)

Warnings: in this chapter, I don't think anything except the slightly painful cliffhanger at the end. moving forward, it's going to get dark.

Words: 4.3k

Notes: Well, a bunch of you guys asked me to write something darker and scary...here you go. I'll try not to make it TOO long, but who knows. We've got some Appalachian legend stuff, some Evil Dead vibes, general gore...and eventually the team will be involved too.

Read on AO3: a hundred years of blood

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“Are you sure?”

“How many days have you given up because I needed you?”

Jessica made that irritated little puffing noise but didn't argue, he had a point. She didn't like the point, because it wasn't what she was after, but there was no argument. She hadn't had a solid day off in just as long as him, not really. It was nice for all of them that her job was just as easily done from home as it was from the office. And to top it all off, Jack was easy to haul in if she had to. Pack his bag full of toys or homework, coloring books and video games and he'd sit silently until she was done. The kid was never trouble, it was easy to say yes. Sometimes he would pull a chair up beside her and ask her to explain what she was doing. No child she'd ever known would sit and listen so intently to information about tracking stocks and bonds, interest rates, taxes. He was always so attentive.

Aaron couldn't help it, he smiled. It was so easy, she was flustered and that always made him a little giddy.

“Do you want me to say no?”

“I..no...it's just...you haven't had a weekend off in...and I just thought...dammit, Aaron, I just thought you'd push back a little.”

That was how it started. He might come to regret how easily he caved, how he didn't even consider arguing with her. How he should have taken even a second to consider what she was saying...he hadn't had a weekend off in ages, and this was not just his weekend but Derek's too. And Jack's.

It was a family weekend.

But he was firm in his conviction. “You've given up more for me than I can ever repay. It's the least I can do.”

“You say that now...”

She wasn't asking him to do much, he reasoned. Just take an overnight trip with her. Check on a friend of hers in the woods and then stay in a hotel overnight. A movie night, she'd spring for pizza even. She made it almost irresistible, he poked at her. That wasn't exactly true, but the way she huffed and puffed and turned all pink the cheeks amused him to no end. That made the night spent in a hotel with her sound that much better. Afterall, he didn't get to see her often either, so he was looking forward to a few hours in the car together to just sit and talk.

Jessica was in banking, wealth management to be precise, and she managed a number of high-profile accounts, trust fund babies, estates, lots of old money and new money. She dealt with more money than she would ever see in her life. Her family, they were not only not old money; they weren't new money, hell they weren't any money. They came from a long line of doing the best we cans. Like most people.

But there was something in this sort of wealth that had intrigued her, call it some kind of morbid curiosity, and it was more of an accident than anything how she wound up doing what she did. Starting out as a bank teller, making her way through the hierarchy but not necessarily climbing ladders or shattering metaphorical glass ceilings, it was more like crawling through tunnels until she found some strange niche that just fit. Like her ancestors, she was a miner. Aaron's mother had given her all the reference she needed, got her the go ahead shot into this job. Considering how familiar she was with their money; she had more than enough going for her.

That Hotchner name carried a lot more weight than her Brooks did.

Her father was well respected in their community, he was a man of good faith and good standing, someone people came to when they needed sound advice or a helping hand, but he didn't have a checkbook he could pull out of his smoking jacket to erect an entirely new wing of a hospital because they felt like it. Because one day he might decide on philanthropy and the next day he might fund something a little darker. Roy Brooks had never driven a brand-new car off of the lot, and the people Jessica called her clients did it without blinking.

Not all of them were big spenders who put her through the ringer though. People asking her to pay their huge credit card bills and wire them money to build multi-million-dollar garages or craft rooms that would make Martha Stewart drool. Sometimes they talked to her like she, too, understood dropping twenty thousand dollars on a ring...on a whim...because you were traveling and thought it was cute. Not an engagement ring, nothing special, just a ring...something that would probably sit in a safe deposit box until the last will and testament was called up and then it would be left to an eldest granddaughter who couldn't recall ever having seen the ring in her life.

She would smile and play along, like she had any idea, transfer the money and joke about it with Aaron later. “Can you imagine?” But of course he could. “You've met my mother,” he would remind her and that was enough to send them both into fits of quiet laughter.

Sometimes her clients were quiet, sat on their nest eggs, ignored the frivolous lifestyle. Her favorite client, Elmer Chambers, was one of them. He was a huge old man with hands the size of briefcases she said. “Briefcases full of cold hard cash.” He lived alone in the woods, no family, no friends, a hermit whose only real connection to the world was her. They spoke weekly by phone, business first of course but afterward he would ask about her life and she his and there were moments where she thought for sure that she'd crossed some kind of invisible line and they were friends. She visited him monthly.

He was quiet about how he came by all of his money but people in those areas liked to talk, and she'd heard more than enough about the Chambers family and their moonshine. Old mine shafts, long abandoned, filled with stills and armed guards. Elmer Chambers sat on a fortune built during Prohibition and he spent as little of it as he could. He had his cabin, his mountain land, he paid his taxes. He had a cleaning lady that came weekly, more for the company than for any real work she would tell Jessica when she cut her the check. “Whole place was clean today,” she would say more often than not. “But he had the coffee on, so we chatted. Hardly feels right takin' his money.” But she did, because Jessica insisted, because Elmer insisted. Wear and tear on her car, gas maybe. He was a lonely old man, and he chose his company carefully.

But he wasn't answering her phone calls, hadn't for at least a week, and she had that gnawing pit in her stomach that told her something wasn't right. That she had to go out to the mountain even if it was a three-hour drive into the middle of nowhere. Just to see for herself that nothing had happened to him.

Derek wasn't even upset when she ran it by him first. They didn't get a lot of family time these days and now she was asking to take Aaron away on what could be a wild goose chase. Into the woods, and she knew how he felt about the woods. “Are you sure? I can call the police...I'm just worried it's an overreaction...”

She wasn't though. She knew it wasn't. Something was wrong, and she wanted to have Aaron by her side when she walked up to his door. She had a key to his house, she'd been out there plenty of times, sat and drank iced tea on his rickety old front porch and watched his huge brute of a dog sniff around the property for squirrels and raccoons and mice. Trudy, his dog, was named for his late wife...a silly sentimental thing, he would call it. It was the whiskey talking, that's what he'd explain it away as. “Called the brute Trudy one time, tried to change it and she wouldn't have it...stubborn old thing. Just like the original Trudy I 'spose.” Jess liked her. She was huge and gray with big droopy ears and lips, and a howl that you could hear fifty miles away on a quiet night. She came nearly up to Jessica's waist.

“You sure Trudy isn't part horse?” she'd asked, and that was it...that was when Elmer Chambers decided he liked Jessica Brooks.

Well, now she was worried about him. And Trudy.

“Jack and I are gonna stay in our pjs all weekend long. Not cooking, not cleaning...we're gonna eat ice cream and cereal and popcorn until we puke and watch every Disney movie ever made...”

That was all Derek said when Aaron asked if it was okay, if he minded even a little. Of course he minded, but Jessica bent over backward for them. She deserved to have them give her the same.

“Don't watch 'Oliver and Company' without me, okay? It's my favorite.” Aaron was a simple man. But, Derek saw an opportunity and he had to take it.

“We're gonna watch that one first, sorry buddy. You snooze you lose.”

It wasn't true, of course. They would wait for him. Derek had so many that he wanted to watch first, that one was low on his list anyway. Pretty much every single one was better than that one. He would never tell Aaron that, though. It was just...there was so much Billy Joel, right? And no matter how many times Aaron told him there was only one Billy Joel song, it didn't seem to matter. “Too much Billy Joel,” was Derek's firm stance. It ranked only slightly higher than Tarzan and the overabundance of Phil Collins. Derek wasn't ashamed to admit he fully judged Disney films on their soundtracks.

“Be safe,” Derek said finally, all joking aside, when Aaron stood in the doorway with his go bag in hand. Jessica was waiting for him in her car...he was going to let her drive and was already regretting it. “Call me when you guys check in at the hotel okay?”

“Of course,” he whispered, pulling Derek toward him for a slow kiss. The kind that said I already miss you. He'd already had his teary goodbye with Jack. Of course, it wasn't Jack that cried, it was him. This was different than a case, this was a personal thing and he already had misgivings about the entire trip.

“Hey. Anything weird, you're calling the cops right? No vigilante cowboy shit.”

“Cops. Right away.”

(x)

Mr. Chambers lived in the mountains. Not just up a mountain road a little way, either, but really up there. Tucked away in thick green woods, huge old growth trees and very little sunlight. It was easily ten degrees colder the minute they took his turn. “Does he have any neighbors?”

“There's a family that lives about a mile that direction,” Jess said, navigating the bumpy unpaved road slowly and carefully. Aaron felt sick but he didn't say so. She was doing her best. “As far as I understand it, they don't see eye to eye. There's a strip of land that's been in dispute for decades now, tied up in the courts for the whole time. It's a mess.”

She wasn't exactly lying, just being purposely obtuse. It would probably do her no good in the end, she just didn't want to go down all those winding roads if she didn't have to. Mr. Chambers was complicated.

“You have to deal with that?” His interest was piqued, and it was far better than thinking about how every bump and every curve brought him one moment closer to losing his lunch all over the dashboard.

“Not much. He's got a lawyer that I deal with most often. Mr. Chambers has a lot of...his estate is complicated.”

Aaron nodded. He understood the type. His family was similar. Rich people, real rich people, he had learned behaved like squirrels. They buried small bits all over the place and often forgot about all the little secret passages and passwords and combinations...meanwhile it was all just building, amassing wealth that they could no longer even remember how to access. And the truly wild part was that it didn't matter, they didn't even think about it, didn't need it. Jessica had, as a personal favor, worked with his mother on her will, putting her estate in order not so very long ago and she'd been shocked to find money sealed up in accounts all over the place. Some were her late husband's, some were hers, all a surprise. "Piles of money!" Jess had said, exasperated. "She didn't even know it. How do you not know?!" It had been a tense but ultimately funny night of beer and pizza with Jessica once it was all said and done, nothing left but stories to tell. Finding out a chunk of it was hidden away in his name gave him heartburn.

“Do you need to stop a minute?” she asked quietly, her car rolling to a stop on the rough road. His complexion had gone waxy, whitewashed pale and worn. He nodded and popped the door open, feet hitting the ground heavily and without any grace. He didn't exactly fall out of the car, but he might as well have. In no time, the world swam around him, and he crouched, dropping his head between his knees and biting into his lip hard enough to nearly draw blood. It did the trick, the swimming stopped and the nausea retreated. Her hand between his shoulder blades came next, warm and gentle, fingernails scraping lightly at the skin behind his ears like he was a puppy. “It's okay.”

“I'll be fine in a minute.” Car sickness was nothing new, and he'd managed rather well today considering the condition of the roads. She knew he would have pushed until they arrived, too, he wouldn't have thrown up yet...but something nagged at her, some awful pull in her sternum. He had to be on his game, in good shape, not like this. They needed to be alert. Something was wrong.

She should have let him drive, that was the real take away here. As she stared up into the thick canopy of evergreens with their dripping moss and lichen, the pine needles crunching under foot, she knew it. If she'd let him drive she could have just given directions and they'd be there by now but...well the two of them were control freaks, and as such...it didn't matter. She made her choice. They were close now.

“You ready? I don't want to be on this road after the sun goes down if I can help it.”

He nodded and licked his pale lips. Color was returning to his cheeks at least. He hopped a little in place, bounced up and down, shaking his hands to return blood flow. Like an antsy child doing the pee-pee dance. “Yes. I'm okay. Let's go. How much further?”

“This right here,” she indicated a bubbly little creek lined with trees and what he thought looked an awful lot like wild ginseng with a smirk. “It's the disputed property line. You can probably see why now, huh?”

He squinted and regarded the leafy plants bordering the water with piqued interest. Tiny red berries, bright green leaves. “Wow. Yeah. That's...” Millions of dollars' worth of wild ginseng, if he wasn't mistaken. That felt like a conservative estimate, given the length of the creek and the way those little plants crept along the bank and up the hill on both sides almost like a weed.

“They have cameras in the trees. Someone is watching us. People have been shot for stopping even just to look.” She glanced up and waved, smiling for a small game camera pushed into the angle of a lichen covered branch of an oak tree. They knew her here. She was welcome. To a point. “Come on. Before they start getting the wrong idea about me.”

Once back in the car, he frowned, bothered by the idea of being watched. “Who watches the camera?”

“The lawyers, from what I understand. There are motion censors that alert them. It's all outside of my scope, Aaron. They only tell me as much as I need to know in order to manage Mr. Chambers' money.”

“And if someone...”

She sighed and pushed the hair back from her face. “I guess that they call Mr. Chambers and the Dumont family. Let them handle it however they see fit, seeing as the land is currently wrapped up in all sorts of disputes. There isn't a clear owner...I guess it was sort of an easement? But it came with some really bizarre rules. Backwoods stuff.”

His frown deepened but he couldn't say he was surprised. The people who lived in these areas, towns that had map coordinates rather than actual names, had a way of life that was in no way affected by what happened in large cities. The law only vaguely applied to them as far as they were concerned, and in more ways than one, they made their own laws. His own father had plenty of these deals racked up that were still being untangled. Some might never be. “And you're sure...”

“No. I'm not sure of anything, Aaron, that's why I asked you to come with me. This is hillbilly gold okay? And if anything happened to Mr. Chambers over it...” She frowned, a shadow falling over her usually bright features. “There's this clause in the deed. If either of the bloodlines ends, the remaining family assumes all ownership of both plots of land, including this creek. But if foul play is suspected out of either family, that family forfeits it all. That was what they put on the line to keep them all from wiping each other out. According to Mr. Chambers, it's been quiet for so long, but he knows that being the last of his line...well. They're probably not going to kill him themselves and risk it, but if someone else saw an opportunity, they wouldn't exactly jump in to save his life either right?”

“So you don't think it's anything to do with them?”

“I don't know what I think. I know they talk about legends, the ginseng and the water, the stills...some of them say there are supernatural things in these hills...and they all seem genuinely concerned by it. Even Mr. Chambers who I think is pretty levelheaded...but you know how people in these parts can be.”

He did. He had plenty of family that came from these parts if you dug far enough back. Appalachia was riddled with legends and he'd grown up no stranger to them. This area was unfamiliar to him, but for her sake he sucked in a deep breath and offered her all the comfort he could. Placing his hand over hers, he gave it a small squeeze while she shifted the car into drive and it lurched forward hesitantly. Like it was having second thoughts about going up there. “We're doing everything we can.”

The property looked okay at first glance. Mr. Chambers' car was in its spot, exactly as it always was. There were a few pine needle clumps in the windshield wipers, but he didn't drive much so that wasn't alarming. Not initially. Still, Jessica seemed to bristle a little and he didn't want to ask her why, so he just slipped his hand into his holster and pulled out his weapon. She didn't tell him not to. In fact, she almost seemed to encourage him and that was a little alarming in itself.

It wasn't like she was opposed to guns. Her father was a hunter, at least in his younger days when he could get around easier, and he'd taken her out plenty of times. She bagged her first deer when she was eleven. Could have been sooner, but he didn't trust her with a gun. Jessica had always been a little too spontaneous, so he waited for her to calm down a little. Cool her jets. Of course, that never really happened (still hadn't) so he just sighed and prayed a lot for her to be smarter with a gun than she was with her mouth. Aaron went out on a turkey hunt with them for Thanksgiving at eighteen. Roy saw it right away; he was a natural. Asked him to come with every chance he got after that. Aaron never cared much for the actual hunting part, but he had to admit that he liked getting praise from a father figure was something he hadn't known prior. He maybe became a little addicted to it for a time. When Roy would pat him on the back and say “Atta boy! Well done, son!” he couldn't help wanting to do it time and time again.

The look wasn't about the gun, it was about Derek. He knew it. Derek had said it...”be safe” ...well this wasn't safe. She was putting Aaron in danger while Derek sat home in pajamas with Jack. Poor Jack who had already lost one parent and now...

“We should go,” she hissed as he started to step toward the front porch. The rocking chair swayed in the gentle afternoon breeze and she grabbed him by the wrist. “Aaron. Please. I think we should just call the police.”

“We're already here. We should at least have a look.”

Famous last words, she thought bitterly. How many movies had she seen where that was the crux? The turning point? Have a look meant poke your nose into the hornet's nest.

Aaron knocked on the door first. Just a few soft raps of his knuckles, and then a little louder. “Mr. Chambers? FBI.” That was a force of habit, and in retrospect, probably where it all went wrong. He could see that now. If he'd just let Jessica knock, call for him, things might have gone differently.

But he didn't. He tried the handle, and to his surprise and Jessica's horror, it was unlocked. She gulped, heard the click of her throat ring in her ears and her stomach did a flop. His door was never unlocked. He may have been all alone out here, confident that he could take care of himself no matter what came at him, but he was still cautious enough. He didn't trust his neighbors as far as he could throw them, and the older he got the less distance he thought he could manage with his pitching arm. He'd told her that once, and she'd had a good chuckle about it then. It didn't seem so funny now.

“You have a key, right?” he asked, as if that alone absolved them of their sins. She had a key so she could walk in, but that door was unlocked, and they were not invited. Was this breaking and entering? She had no idea.

“I do,” she replied as coolly as she could muster and fumbled for her keychain to make the point. She held the fuzzy little pink llama in her hand and dangled it in front of her face briefly before settling it back into her purse.

“You're allowed to enter? You have his permission?” She supposed, now that he said it, that it was true. She was welcome. Probably he gave her a key for this purpose...if something happened to him, if he croaked right out here in the middle of the woods. Well, if a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it...does it make a sound? She was his safety net. The person who would be around to at least know the tree fell, even if it wasn't heard.

She stayed close behind Aaron while he pushed the door open slowly. His gun entered first. Swept with his vision from right to left before his shoulder nudged the door and he stepped over the threshold into the unlit cabin. Everything was silent.

Where is Trudy? Her mind snagged on that...Trudy should have come running right away. She was usually nearly knocked over by the rambunctious dog. Without fail.

As she contemplated the dog's absence, the silence was broken by the whistling sound of a wooden baseball bat, a nicked up old thing that had seen hundreds of visits to home plate, as it came down hard against Aaron's arm. Louisville Slugger right to the radius. Just above his wrist, and he felt the moment his radius collided in splinters with his ulna. The force was incredible. Instantly his hand released the gun and it slid and spun like a top across the front room floor. It finally came to a skipping stop beneath the couch. Aaron made no sound, even if he wanted to cry out, burst into tears at the pain in his arm. He just reached to his waist with his good hand for his second weapon in its holster. Jessica screamed, though, and she screamed loud. The bat that had been raised for a second blow by someone huge in the shadows stopped just short of making its connection against Aaron's chest.

“Elmer!” she cried out, her hands in the air high and wide, a desperate surrender. He dropped the bat with an exasperated huff, slamming the door shut behind them and locking it quickly. “Elmer it's just me!”

#aaron hotchner #jessica brooks #derek morgan #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction

[bulek-tante-bibi-baba-paklek]

Jotaro x Half Foreigner Student (Tomboy)

Female reader with 3taro, part 1

Plot

You go to the same high school with Jotaro, who also half foreigner.

Setting

Different country brings different culture, different nature, different figure, different accent and so on. Your mother was abroad student, end up married a Japanese. You have your common motherland traits. You have distinct look and voice, but always confident. With your valiant character, everybody admires you.

Appearance

You wear masculine clothing for upper uniform and feminime clothing for lower uniform. Usually blue coat, black midi skirt and black stogging (stocking-legging). You have short hair cut, very thin across the ear and over nape, little spiky on front. You wear double side stud pearl earrings. You have green birthmark on the left cheek.

Other

Your hobby is writing stories. Sometimes you draw your characters and slowly learning for it. At school, you are famous as the great story teller, well respected, always being asked for advice by peers. Classes never quiet if you join, maneuver as many discussions as ever. People like you since you have a way with words that every interaction with any audience feels engaging. It makes you known by everyone and knows how everyone will respond (also onserving their behaviour).

Since your school only support sports and a few kind of arts, you are free from clubs and organizations. You like to spent time alone. Even if you dont like too many people around you, you became the bridge among people.

Although you have high interest for science research, you have bad grades at mathematics, physics, chemistry, and biology.

Sorry for the weird writing, here we go!

"Portrait"

For weeks, you heard about a dozen girls stories asking you the same thing. How to gain Jotaro's attention, especially after he gone for who knows. Where did he go actually? What did he do actually? You usually don't get surprised if other talks about romance. Boys and girls come to you, if they have crush on each other, you only hint a little that they could work for their feelings together. This time, you never heard anything from Jotaro himself. You don't know what he thinks. You two never really have strong friendship, only through glances at corridors and roads. Now, about Jotaro, he seems doesn't even care.

One morning, you look him on the way to school, a bunch of girls around him. He pretty much looks annoyed, shouting them to stop, but didn't work. You see that is the problem, he also likes being alone, but can't afford peace in daily basis. You know people call him a delinquent, you didn't care. You approach him and giving cold gaze to those girls. They got freeze a bit and move back. Now, you just walking with Jotaro in silence. He is tall, even when you are the tallest girl, you just about his shoulder. No words until you two get near the main door. He stopped. You turned to him.

"How did you do that?" He finally asked.

"Do what?" You don't give much importance to what was happening.

"The girls, they stay away, when you come."

"I hope I know too, then. See you around, Jotaro-san."

Now he looks at you, studying your expression.

"Yare yare daze."

After you reach your class, out of his sight, he mumbles, "(Y/N) (L/N), the people person yet so cold in demeanor."

This is something you always carry, a poker face, shout a pout whenever you are serious. You laugh the loudest but hardly smile the fullest. You prefer bow instead, waves, or shaking hands as a nice replacement.

Class begin and you let out some curious thoughts that never runs out your energy. The teachers do favour you and intrigued by your questions. But they just can't believe why you always fail in some exams with that brilliant mind. Unexpected.

After school, you spent the time in the library doing homeworks. You like studying there and feel joyful when you can entirely enjoy some quality time at home free from school tasks. You truly hide the activity of learning, just nobody watch you study, makes you feel relaxed and help with concentration.

On afternoon, you visited your grandmother on previous day, so you get tired. You like to travel but don't like sitting on train or car for long. You always got dizzy. You also hate airplane since your ears felt like already exploded. Except ship, you can bear with the vast view.

Sitting in front of the window, you began losing focus on the text and try tilting your head on the wall. You close your book and doze. Your heavy eyes didnt open until about almost 50 minutes later. The sun is near the horizon when you finally open your eyes. Surprisingly, Jotaro sits across you, observing your works, (your handwriting). You got up and look at the sky, it's already bright orange. You see his reflection on the window. Eyes on you.

"What's the matter, Jotaro-san?"

"It's Jotaro. Just call me Jotaro, or whatever. We also the same age".

"Oh, when exactly is your birthday?"

"(D/D) (M/M)."

"Year of (Y/Y/Y/Y)?"

"Yes."

"So, I actually I am older than you, Jotaro. I was born on (M/M), (D/D)."

"(Y/N), come on, it's getting late."

Was he waiting for me? Was he looking for me? And I end up sleeping here? What is he doing? What am I doing?

Again, we just keep quiet along the way. Almost no student in sight. I look at our shadows.

"So, what were you looking in the library, Jotaro."

"It's obvious."

"What?"

"Library is no place for loud girls."

"Oh"

You don't remember Jotaro participating in any club or anyone mention him so perhaps he looking for somewhere nice to spent time alone studying. He doesn't look so expressive either. So, why would a so called delinquent attracted to books?

"What do you like, Jotaro?"

"What do I like?"

"Yes, I am asking you, what would you like or is there anything you like in particular?"

"I hope I know too."

He answers the way you answered his question before. He had a reputation for being laconic. You choose to recognize his attitude instead.

He is calm, I don't know about his habit but from his expression he has an exceptional perseverence. Like it flashes around his clear blue eyes that I rarely see before.

"Stop looking at me."

"Oh sorry, you just, high, I mean tall, you know. Of course I need to direct my gaze to look at you."

"You don't need to do that, I could already look at you, fairly."

"Pretty properly, I guess."

We go silent for a bit longer until we reach near the Kujo's residence. The sky is already purple.

"See you around, Jotaro-san."

[First person POV]

I contacted my mother and she said she is waiting for me in hospital. I still need to see my grandmother there so I go to the station.

Mother also brought dinner and some clothes for me, I can manage a trip every two days without train hectic. Anyway, I already slept. Safe and sound.

It is almost weekend, grandmother still need extra medication from lung condition. She continuously cough and getting weaker. She struggle so much. My parents always busy working so she take care of me, teach me, or morelike I absorp her knowledge over time. Now I have years to achieve at least a scholar graduate, hopefully I can go through with my grnadmother too. To became independent like her, having strong mentality and resilience, I wish so.

"Oi. I thought you were studying."

"Ah. I just remember things."

"Things?"

I show Jotaro some doodle of me and my grandmother stories.

"Where is she?"

"At hospital."

"What happened?"

"Lung treatment. "

"You visit her everyday?"

"Just once in two days."

"You always sleep here once in two days."

"You right."

"So, you also spent this weekend at hospital, right?"

"I think so."

"What are you going to do?"

"Maybe drawing."

"Drawing?"

"Yes, drawing."

"What do you like to draw?"

"I think I like to draw you, Jotaro."

He look down grabbing his hat.

"That's not what I mean."

"But that's what I mean. I want to draw you. Let me do it."

"Whatever."

"If you want to get a nice portrait, you should look at me and pull the hat up a little."

"Yare yare daze."

"Don't try to look until I finish."

He finally look at me, but didn't move his hat. His gaze piercing, but it gives me a clear sight to his eyes. For the rest of the head, I can manage.

"Jotaro, can you move here? You are blocking the sun."

He didn't reply and just move, now not across the table, but side to side with me. I move my direction to him. Accidently nudge his knee with mine.

"Sorry!" I said spontaneously.

He still quiet. I proceed the image. After some shadow lines and a lot of hair textures, it really difficult but I'm satisfied.

"I think it's enough, for now."

I show him the paper. He didn't say anything. I began to not sure so I start packing my bag. Holding it with two hands, he look with deep inspection, I think his eyes just sparkle. He then grab other paper and a pencil. His hands cup my cheeks and he whispers.

"Close your eyes and do not move until I told you."

He look at me menacingly, so I oblige.

"What happen if I open my eyes?"

"You will see."

Jotaro uses Star Platinum to draw you in detail. He gently trails your facial features from eyebrows, eyelashes, nose, lips, ears, hair. His hands stop on your shoulders.

"What are you doing exactly, Jotaro?"

"Shut up. I'm watching you closely so don't try to peek."

Silence falls between us, I can hear pencil scratching. Is he drawing me? For real? I let out a heavy exhale but automatically grab my nose. That was rude of me! His hand reach mine, one still rest my shoulder.

"Relax, (Y,N). Hold just a little bit."

But how he draw when both hands didn't carry the pencil?

He takes my hand from my face and put the paper on it.

"Now, you can see."

"Jo-Jotaro?!"

His drawing is more realistic than mine! And he is so fast doing it!

"How could you?"

"I could only do it when your eyes closed, while you give an amazing touch for my eyes, so we are even now."

"Um- is that the real deal?" I get curious.

"No, the final thing, is which portrait you will take home?" He points them.

Oh no, I don't like this kind of selection.

"How about we find a make a copy for each other?"

"Good deal."

I chuckled, he noticed, tilting his hat again.

"One thing I can tell you is you have hidden mark on your eyelids."

I have never told by anyone and can't see it in the mirror so I startled.

"But the portrait is clear!"

He put his finger under my eyebrow, and kiss my eye, then the other side. WHY DID HE JUST KISS MY EYES?

"Ignorant, oblivious, are you even sentient?"

"Coming from you, I take that as a compliment."

He puff a chuckle.

"You have clarified my determination."

"What?! Why I make your judgment? You can let your own emotions affect your decisions. Don't depend on me."

He kisses my hands.

"What we will become, depends on us."

I hestitant to kiss his hand back, since I'm older than him. While he still facing down, I press his temple with my thumb, he looks up and I kiss his forehead.

We back home quitely that evening.

#jotaro imagine #jotaro x you #jotaro kujo #jjba jotaro #jotaro x y/n #jotaro x reader #student #tomboy #difference in perception #crush #3taro #jjba part 3 #sorry for bad writing #this is my first fanfic after years #i can't sleep

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3264

it's apparently like 60 bucks to get forklift certified in the US right now, usually it's 100. if you got sixty bucks, go on and get forklift certified if you want, kids. but you gotta be at least 18 for it.

today at work i wrote the high-level briefing after getting feedback from my other notices i wrote yesterday. totally good. we learned a bunch of stuff about tracking shipments and supply chain impacts and the physical security part of it today, which inspired me to look up forklift certifications.

after work, though, i got my train, but i missed my stop. so i had to get off at a different station and wait for another train to take me back, and i almost missed the 5pm bus. thankfully i didn't, because a very nice lady asked me if i wanted to read the sign in front of her and i saw it was at a different dock, so i ran over there as fast as i could without bowling anyone over.

after the bus ride i went to see marissa, and we got dinner and worked on homework and talked for a few hours. i just got back, and now i'm in bed, so that's a nice turn of events.

i have wanted cuddles from joel today, who i haven't seen since i left this morning earlier than i intended because i woke up before my alarms. which sucked. but it's okay. because it was unbearably hot today, i elected to wear my pink sundress, and because business i put on a duster cardigan once at work. i was able to be cooled down and comfortable all day. which was nice.

also i'm getting along better with the other new guy, which i'm glad for, because i'll be working with him for my shifts. he's pretty funny, and i'm glad i'm getting to the point where i can see that we are different to appreciate the fact that we're not the same and he's not better than i am, nor am i than he. i struggle with an inferiority complex of some sort, which makes some things harder than they should be and makes me resent others who i assume are better than i am because of one thing or another. talking to others really helps overcome it, though. and having other people around, i've realized, is not because i'm not good enough to do the task at hand; it's that the task is too big for any one person to do alone. i shouldn't be jealous of the other new girl who's being offered a job. i don't need to be. we're different. it'll be good to have another person around so we have stations with people at them. it's okay she has more experience than i do, it's okay that everybody there has more experience than i do. i've had a long path to where i am now, and that's nothing to be ashamed of. sure i'm mad at some of the institutions that made me believe this stuff and held me back from getting help sooner, but that's not something i can change now. i can't rewrite the past. all i can do is pick up the pen and write a new ending.

and besides, i only feel old because my body is malfunctioning. i'm not actually that old. 30 isn't old, not really. it's weird, sure, because my supervisor is younger than i am, but who gives a flying fuck! he's just a guy! a dude!! and so am i!!!

i'm working on it.

oh! joel is here. time for cuddles!

#molly rambles #operation srr #osrr #3000s #3200s #sunshine boy

[appleciders]

1, 7, 10, 39!!

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

i'm a default girlie i have to admit! my most recent WIP is in...helvetica...because i had computer problems and wrote most of it in text edit on the family home computer, but usually i use the word default calibri. i am so used to calibri (which i do also find endearing bc i always picture a little hummingbird bc...colibrí) now that i enjoy it, but any pretty neutral font will do in a pinch. (though over my dead body will you catch me writing in times new roman for fun!)

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

oh bro.......... okay the word joy in this context is making me think about zadie smith's essay about joy which meyeri over on ao3 shared with me and is truly so good but i don't know if i have the ability to talk about her definition of joy in this context so i'll stick with the typical idea!

anyway i think a big one is when i write something that feels resonant? like i feel something in my chest and it ends up on the page and then it feels like i could tap that baby like a gong and it would make a sound that's beautiful to me. and then being able to return to words that my younger self wrote and feeling the echoes of that? and then hearing from other people that they felt their resonance in their chest? hearing that it maybe resonated with them in a hard time? yeah that's a joy. tapping little gongs.

but also i enjoy the fuck out of what's essentially having an on-paper conversation with myself full of goofy jokes that make me smile!

10. Has a piece of writing ever “haunted” you? Has your own writing haunted you? What does that mean to you?

oooooh. ooh.

this is a whole what constitutes haunting moment!! like!! in a sense i'm haunted by everything i've ever read just like i'm haunted by every single person i've ever known. but if the haunting is in the actively repeated, if haunting requires repetition and conscious awareness of that reoccurrence, then...well, i'd still be haunted by a ton of shit. i love to reread and i have a bunch of books that i'll think about for years after i've read them, you know?

but is haunting more than repetition, than lingering? does it ask something from you or need to instill something? does it bring a lack of peace, of completion? i don't know.

i think for my own writing the stories i would say that haunt me are the ones that i never finished. which i have a lot of!! i have hundreds of thousands of words of stories unfinished, both incomplete published works and ones that never made it to that stage. and for a lot of them i had ideas for how they would go, so they're chilling like ghosts in the hard drive, their endings known but unspoken.

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

honestly, breaks? like, i did 17 years of homework. i hated it. i was dragged (and for the latter half, doing a fun little mitski bit of being both the dragged and the dragger) through it kicking and screaming. my writing for fun can't be anything close to that because i literally get a clog of panic in my chest! so i don't let it be.

if i'm not feeling like writing, if it feels too hard, i'll stop for a while. i'll do other stuff. i know that at some point (probably the next time i have an important chore to be doing lol), i'll get the urge and the fun back! and it's for me, so there's no deadline. god bless

ask me weird writer questions!

#thank u sm for the ask dude!! #these ones rly made me think like hmmmmmmm #ask game

[anxiouslittlesunbeam]

Breaking The Ice

Chapter One

Groaning as he felt a weight suddenly climbing on top of his stomach, Reki knew before he even opened his honey-toned eyes that one of his youngest siblings had begun to grow impatient and was currently working on the task of waking her big brother up.

"Hey Bud, what's wrong? Was I sleeping too long?" Reki yawned as he opened his eyes to see Nanaka sitting on him with a small giggle escaping her. Shifting his eyes to the side he saw the other half of the twins leaning against his bedside, peeking up at him. Wrapping one arm around Nanaka, Reki had her settle in his lap while he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed; his other hand reaching out to playfully ruffle Chihiro's already messy hair.

Turning to look at his clock, the digital red numbers told him that it was already past 11:00 a.m. Today was one of his lazy mornings where he slept in close to noon. His mother usually kept the twins occupied for a while but they always found a way to barge into his room sooner or later. Who needs an actual alarm clock when he has two of them running around?

"Tell mom I'll be out shortly, kay?"

"Kay!" Both siblings chanted in unison before Nanaka climbed down and ran after her younger twin who was now in search of her mommy. Yawning once more while running a hand through his hair, Reki checked his phone to see that he had a missed text from Langa.

Snowbae: Are we still on for movie night?

10:34 a.m.

Oh, that was right. They had planned to have their annual movie night over at the Kyan household this time later tonight. On the first Saturday of every month, the two of them started going over to each other's houses to have a movie night and binge on a bunch of snacks. S took up most of their time during the week but once in a while, it was nice to spend time together with his best friend. This time, however, Miya had been invited when he had overheard them talking about their plans the week beforehand. It started as a thing just for Langa and him to do but Reki was happy to have Miya hanging out with them as well. The kid was like a younger brother to him after all.

Reki: Of course dude. Same time as always.😜

11:13 a.m.

Messaging Miya as well to let him know what time he should stop by, Reki set his phone on his desk before walking to his closet to try and decide which hoodie he wanted to wear for today.

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"About time you woke up." Reki's eldest younger sister, Koyomi, spoke while sitting at the table. She was finishing up some homework that she hadn't had the night before, wanting to get it out of the way so she didn't have to worry about it the rest of the day. "There's still some leftover bacon that mom made."

"Thanks for letting me know," Reki responded, ignoring her first statement while he rolled up the sleeves of his purple hoodie; set on grabbing some eggs from the fridge that he was going to fry up to go along with the bacon.

"Oh, good morning Reki." His mother greeted with the twins trailing behind her just as the pan started to sizzle. Saying morning back to her in return, Reki turned to throw the shells away with his sisters chanting that they wanted some eggs too.

"You girls already had breakfast," Masae reminded, telling them that they would be eating lunch here in a little while. "Before I forget Reki, can you please do me a favor and run to the store when you have the chance? I plan to work with the twins this afternoon and prepare them for the hoikujo interview that's on Monday."

"Yeah, sure thing. It's no problem." Reki agreed as he flipped the eggs over. He figured while he was there he could pick up some extra snacks for tonight as well. Grabbing a plate after turning the stove off, Reki slid the two eggs onto it before adding what bacon was left for him. Taking his plate into the dining room while his mother started writing down a list. Koyomi was packing up her books having finished her homework and turned to her brother who sat across from her.

"Langa's coming over later, right? Have you guys decided what movie we're going to watch?" Koyomi questioned, planning to join them like she usually did.

Shaking his head to the second half of her question, Reki let himself finish chewing before answering. "We normally don't decide till the last minute. It's sometimes hard to choose and if we did pick ahead of time we'd probably just end up changing our minds anyways. Miya is also coming over this time so we'll probably let him choose." Reki responded before taking another bite.

"Miya? Oh, right he's that boy you told me about. The skateboard prodigy?" Koyomi was aware that Reki had other friends but didn't know any of them besides Langa. Reki hadn't told his sister about S yet and couldn't explain the real reason why he had met all of them but he did mention how he met Miya at Dope Sketch where he worked and sometimes skated with the younger boy. It wasn't a lie. That was what technically happened. Reki just left out a few details.

"He is pretty good for someone his age." Reki agreed. "Some of the tricks he does is freakin' insane! I don't know how he manages to keep his balance with some of them." 

Taking the last few bites of his breakfast, Masae came in and placed a folded piece of paper on the table next to him along with some bills that were a little crumbled from being buried in her purse. "Thank you again, Honey. If you can think of anything that I might have forgotten to write down, go ahead and get it, okay?" Reki only nodded since his mouth was still full; grabbing a napkin to wipe a few crumbs from his face to signal that he was done eating.

"Can I come too?" Koyomi questioned as they both got up. "I don't mind helping and it's better than being cooped up inside on a Saturday. Plus I want to get more of that strawberry pocky that I like."

"I thought you just bought some" Reki responded as he picked up his plate; not too surprised that she ate them all already. Anything strawberry-flavored usually didn't last long with Koyomi around. "We'll leave once I finish cleaning up" Reki agreed to let her tag along before making his way back to the kitchen.

"Onee-san!" Koyomi turned her head and looked down just as Chihiro clung to her. "Will you visit us in hoikujo?" Nanaka smiled, excited about going. 

"With all the new friends you two will make you won't need your Onee-san to hang around with," Koyomi told them with a smile as she knelt to their height to fix Chihiro's hair that was coming loose.

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"Ready?" Reki asked as he slipped his shoes on, watching as Koyomi ran into the front entrance with her skateboard in hand. 

"I assume you're bringing your board too?" Koyomi knew her brother wouldn't pass up the chance to skate somewhere even if it was just to the store and back.

"You know me so well" Reki chuckled as he picked up his board that was sitting near the door before calling out to their mom that they would be back soon.

The Kyan siblings were both on their boards and taking off as soon as they had stepped outside; smirks forming on their faces as they made their way down the road. Being more experienced, Reki took the lead, noticing that Koyomi was trailing behind. "Come on Koyomi you can go faster than that!" Reki encouraged, grinning as she pushed herself to try and keep up. It wasn't often that the two of them got to skate alongside each other like this. Reki had taught her how to ollie and a few other beginner moves but that was mainly at home or at the closet skatepark that they could walk to. Now that Koyomi was fully comfortable on a board she wanted to attempt some new tricks and even dared to try and pass her brother only to pout a bit when he pulled ahead again.

Promising to teach her something new sometime, Reki hopped off his board as soon as they arrived at the store with Koyomi doing the same. They made their way around the store while getting most of the things on the list before separating and browsing at different options. Reki was debating on whether to get buttered or caramel popcorn when he heard a voice speak up behind him.

"I would get the caramel popcorn but that's just me."

Turning his head, Reki saw one of the founders of S standing there with his shopping basket in hand. "Oh hi Cherry, what are you doing here?"

"Same as you. Just running a few errands. And I told you not to call me that name in public!" Cherry narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that he shouldn't have to remind the boy. "Are the snacks for a special occasion?" He questioned seeing that the redhead also had some M&Ms and chips with him.

"Langa is coming over to watch a movie," Reki explained as he settled on the caramel popcorn as Cherry suggested. "Though Miya is joining us so I should find something he'd like as well."

"That boy is a picky eater." Cherry sighed as he adjusted his glasses. "I do recall him taking a liking to Dango; preferring to eat them with milk if that helps". Cherry remembered the young boy trying the snack the last time he saw him.

Reki went to thank the older man for the advice when another familiar face came around the corner. "Hey Kaoru, this is a good deal, don't you think?" A more muscular-looking man asked while holding a new insta pot that he planned to purchase. He stopped the conversation from going any further when he saw who his long pink-haired friend was talking to. "Reki! Hey, how's it going?"

"Joe my man!" Reki fist bumped him, explaining that he was here with his sister who was around here somewhere. "Did you guys come here together?" Reki looked between the two men, finding it a bit strange that they would go shopping together.

"I told him not to tag along," Cherry scoffed, feeling that Kojiro didn't need to help him pick up a few things. His injuries have healed and he no longer needed to be pushed in a wheelchair so he was perfectly capable of doing this task himself. "You already have plenty of coffee mugs. You don't need another one." Cherry scolded seeing that Joe was also holding onto the handle of a robin egg blue-colored mug.

"You can't tell me what I can and can't buy!" Joe argued back, saying that he happened to like this particular mug.

"You're worse than the kids sometimes" Cherry closed his eyes in annoyance. "I suppose I should get this ape moving before he picks up any more useless things. I assume that we will see you at S tomorrow night?" Cherry questioned, feeling that he had everything he came for; ready to check out.

"You know it!" Reki gave them a thumbs up, saying that he looked forward to witnessing Joe's next beef as the two adults turned out of the aisle. He had to do a double-take but he couldn't help but notice that there was a cherry blossom design on the other side of the mug that he didn't see previously as they rounded the corner.

"I got the tomatoes and sandwich rolls!" Koyomi called out as she finally found her brother; also holding onto two boxes of strawberry pocky. "Who were you just talking to?" She could have sworn she heard him saying goodbye to someone.

"Huh? Oh! Just a couple of friends who stopped to say hi real quick" Reki explained, not getting into it too much. "Do we have everything?"

"Looks like it," Koyomi spoke, peering over Reki's shoulder to look at the list. "Hey, since mom will be busy with Nanaka and Chihiro, can you teach me that last trick you showed me?"

Nodding his head, Reki said he wanted to grab some Dango before they checked out; leading the way. Reki liked it when he got to be her cool big brother and skate with her but he wished that she would find someone her age to skate with. There was nothing better than skating alongside a good friend and he wanted Koyomi to know how good that felt.

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After paying for their stuff, the siblings strolled home on their boards instead of trying to race each other like before since they had their hands full now. Since their mom was sitting in the dining room with the twins, they put everything away in their kitchen as quietly as they could before going back outside with their boards.

They spent the afternoon together with Reki teaching Koyomi a trick he had recently learned to nail. She slipped up and landed on her butt quite a bit but the last time she was a lot closer to getting it.

"I almost had it! Did you see?" Koyomi called out to her brother as she got in position to start again.

"Looking good Koyomi!" Reki grinned, using one hand to cup his mouth so she could hear him from a distance. "This trick isn't something you can get in a day so if it takes a couple of weeks don't worry about it."

"Hey, I learned how to do an ollie in a month. I think I can pull it off." Koyomi spoke confidently as she tried not to burst out laughing at her brother's reaction. Had his younger sister pulled off one of the most basic skateboarding tricks a lot sooner than he had? He honestly couldn't remember how long it had taken her. He just remembered how happy he felt for her when she dragged him outside excitedly after dinner one night to show him how much her hard work was paying off. He still had the video that he had taken on his phone.

"Maybe I'm just a faster learner than you" Koyomi smirked as she attempted the trick once again. She ended up tumbling off her board but with how confident she looked and with her determination to pull it off, Reki found that he didn't doubt her. She might not have been skating as long as he has but she was making great progress and he couldn't be more proud.

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 infinity #kyan reki #langa hasewaga #kaoru sakurayashiki #sk8 cherry #kojiro nanjo #sk8 joe #miya chinen #koyomi kyan

[that-kid89]

03.26.2024

numb the pain. <- song of my day

but like a happy day for me? tbh definitely ended on more of high note, a spark of hope after being unemployed for a week now.

i feel like i could write 15 sentences at the same time right now.

madness, insanity, sickness, disturbed, panic.

ecstasy, highs, journeys, toys, wanderlust.

modest, numb, emotional, passive.

literally just writing random words that pop in my head. feels like gonzo clarity. check me if it's narcissism. too much pride.

daily average for screen time on my iphone is 3.5 hours for the 3 days this week.

read and skimmed all the back to my opener post. i initially felt bad, sad, and let down. reading my thoughts of love for heather, but more so my feelings towards my self. talking to myself in this blog, scolding him nearly. listing my needs and realizing where i sit that i made not one attempt at getting those things. were they really needs or just fantasies though.

kinda feelin like fuck all that shit. maybe its the beers and esteem boost from my first hearing back on one the applications i sent out in the last 7 days.

whats always wild to me, is how i can drift off into my dreams, when i'm awake. the rare night where i just daydream and not even sleep. its so crazy to me, and i dont recall talking about that seriously with someone. wish i did with heather. but also the stimulation i get from twist my hair into knots. sometimes it hurts so good. but i get mad when it's really knotted, and i gotta rip it apart, usually with hair being ripped out. insane.

talking about today now. woke up late, but earlier than i thought after falling asleep around 3am. tried not to drink but caved last night and had a few swigs of casamigos followed by a lovely beer. technically counts as today! well i suppose only the events beginning at 12:00am. fuck it, yeah so i woke up, and funny i keep checking my phone for all kinds of notifications. first thing i read was a message from christian on insta about the boat hitting the bridge in baltimore. this is recent to the mass shooting in russia, god damn dark news. still seeing a bunch of posts about necann. i'm glad i've been to events, but felt i had no place going this year. i don't think i've been when working in the industry, but definitely when i was younger. took a much needed shower today and trimmed up. then went to whole foods and petco. nearly bought the exact same things from each store, from i got yesterday. took the amg out though, and always get excited to drive that beast. let it warm up right, cold start was rowdy as always. deffs got some good pops and bangs. fuckin car is so quick too, and so exhilarating. however i did get this great beer as well called "termination". spent a lot of time looking at crafties to get, and ultimately chose this one although it being a triple ipa. 10% abv and damnnnn smooth. i'm on my second one tonight. sipping out the duvel big round chalice that i got from an xmas yankee swap one year. but anyway, getting a hit back on an application from only yesterday was an esteem boost. seems like a company tha could really use my help, and that they'll have a lot of work cut out for me. falling in love a bit quick as i do my homework on them. keeping in my mind that its only a teams meeting planned for next week but was still the first i've heard in a week. this last week has felt like freedom. but also emptiness. i do miss my last job, and still trying to get a good understanding of how it ended. but it feels a lot like the lat time heather and i broke up. i had reached my breaking points with them months ago, and never recovered. but they cite a recent mishandling of a heroin related customer incident at the store, which i can see how they perceive as mishandling, but damn it really felt good to get fired. i just walked out they of my term. instant relief, not much to finalize with them either. anyway

running out of steam with my writing. im glad i did. btw, song of the day came from nowhere. i somehow had the song stuck in the head, and i searched a rough idea of the lyrics with xxxtentacion and nailed it. i've had it on repeat all day since. had it on loop in the car, and had it on loop during this whole session. a classic way i've listened to my favorite x songs, a repetitive lyric design with just guitar chords or sample. feel like he's here with me, just sharing his emotions with me.

came to love his music after a distinct memory of mine, being when i shurgged off his death as i read him to be an abuser in his relationship. came to realize he had remorse in his actions, and was on a mission that i never would found out myself. this girl told me he was one of her favs, and that's when i got into him. his music still took time to grow on me, but ive now listened to most of his music, and i think all of his albums, all the way through, multiple times. 17, ?, skins, bad vibes forever, and some of his early stuff from mixtapes and singles. but yeah, quite a learning and growing experience. ending sentences on the 4 beat, or like a significant strum or beat, just feels so good.

rest in peace jahseh.

thank you for helping me open up my mind in so many ways.

here's to me, and the life i've lived and will continue to complete. excited to see where life takes me. for now, a nostalgic night of no responsibilities, weed and beer.

signing off.

[mowulf]

You Gotta be Kitten Me

CH 3: Rude!

“Is this… cat food???” Spy scrunched his face with a noise of disgust. “Look, I know we’re cats, but this is just insulting.” He arched his back at Medic and Engineer before he pointedly turned his back to them and sat down, nose up and tail curled around his paws.

Scout, too, made a face at the plates of wet food, though he was brave enough to scoot over and take a bite

only to immediately spit it out and wipe aggressively at his tongue. “Oh that’s wretched!” He looked up at Engineer, expression overdramatically betrayed, and sideways-angry hopped back. “I thought you liked me!”

Sniper cuffed him before approaching the food for a cautious sniff. “I doesn’t smell bad.”

“It don’t smell bad, but the taste…” Scout shuddered.

Sniper gave him an unimpressed look before leaning forward to give a quick lick at the food. He tilted his head, tail twitching, before he finally shrugged and took a seat by the plate. “Dunno what’s got you two so uppity. It’s not bad. Different, but not bad.” Scout scoffed while Sniper got comfortable and started eating.

Heavy hopped onto the table and sat next to Sniper, who acknowledged his presence with an ear flick. “Is good?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it ‘good’, but it’s not bad.”

“Hmm.” His flicked before he finally leaned forward to take a bite. “Is good enough.”

“That’s the spirit.”

The two biggest cats eating encouraged the remaining cats to approach the other two untouched plates. Soldier took a bite, decided it was edible, and began eating with gusto. Demoman ate slower, pausing periodically to make an unhappy expression or vaguely distressed noises. Engineer and Medic had to wrestle the sock off Pyro who then took one lick and, like Scout, angry-hopped away. Unlike Scout, though, they hopped sideways until they fell off the table.

Engineer laughed as he picked Pyro off the floor and set them back on the table with everyone else. “If you aren’t gonna eat with the rest, then you’ll have to hunt. Cats can’t eat table scraps and people food. Isn’t good for ‘em.”

Spy shrugged and made his way to the edge with a grace only he could possess. “Still preferable to that garbage.”

“Woah, hey, what? No. No! I ain’t eating no dirty-ass mice,” Scout snapped. “Doc, please!” He hopped over and pawed at the doctor’s jacket.

Medic looked him over before finally scooping him up. “Since you aren’t hungry, I suppose I can give you a quick health check,” he said casually, tightening his grip when Scout tried to wiggle loose. “Pauling said she’d come over tomorrow as soon as she could. Hopefully she has an idea of what’s going on.”

“Got it. I’ll make sure everyone’s accounted for in the morning.”

Scout made a few more attempts to get free but quickly gave up and got comfortable. Much easier to do now, given how small he was. He was just starting to get properly relaxed when Medic finally entered the treatment room and made a beeline for the desk. The smell hit him like a brick wall and he retched.

Scout had always hated hospitals. They stank of sterilization and fear. But this? This was so, so much worse. The chemical smell hit him first, burning his sinuses and making his eyes water. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, the smell of blood mixed in with undertones of death and decay.

When he was finally set down on the desk, Scout stumbled and dropped to his stomach while he covered his nose in an attempt to block out the smell. It worked to an extent. Medic, meanwhile, either didn’t notice or didn’t care as he dug through the desk for Scout’s file. A clipboard was finally set on the desk with a sharp clack, followed shortly after by a scale normally reserved for weighing organs. It was the only scale small enough for the cats, unfortunately.

By the time Medic was ready, Scout had adjusted well enough to the smell of the room to start looking around. “Alright, Scout, let’s get your weight.”

Scout looked up at Medic, over at the scale, and back. His tail puffed and he folded his ears back as he silently dared Medic to even try.

Medic dared.

Medic lunged and Scout bolted, but Medic had cared for birds most of his life. Catching small, fleeing things was basically second nature anymore. Grabbing hold of Scout was painfully easy, and he dropped the howling, flailing mass of teeth and claws into the scale with ease. “Scout,” he snapped, grabbing the scruff of Scout’s neck. Scout went frighteningly still. “The sooner you calm down, the sooner we can get this over with and the sooner you can leave. Got it?”

He waited a moment longer before he finally released Scout. Scout whipped around and scratched him with a hiss before he could pull away and Medic hissed in pain. Scout hissed back and hunched on the scale and his tail whipped back and forth. Medic examined the fresh scraped and sighed. They weren’t too bad, considering the wounds he’d seen on the field. Still, they were deep and were he anyone else he would need stitches. Instead he pulled a jar of ointment from a drawer and smeared it over the cuts. It wouldn’t fix the cuts completely, but it would stop the bleeding and reduce them to minor scrapes.

“Now that we’re done with that, let’s get started.” A low growl was the only reply. Lord, Scout was going to be the problem child of the group it seemed. With only a brief pause, Medic grabbed Scout and resettled him on the scale. “Hm.” He knew Scout was small but… 12 pounds? He wrote it down anyway. “Okay, stand over here,” he said as he tapped the desk. Scout gave him an angry glare but obeyed.

“More manhandling,” Medic warned before he pressed his thumbs between Scout’s shoulders.

“Ow! Watch it!” Scout squirmed as he was poked and prodded. He didn’t make a fuss when Medic grabbed his wrist and shoulder and tested the range of motion, but he did take another swipe when Medic pressed his fingers hard to expose his claws. “Be gentle,” Scout growled before licking his sore fingers while Medic hissed and examined the new set of scratches on his knuckles.

“Note to self,” Medic growled, “Clip their claws.”

“Not a chance!”

“Now hold still.” The rest of the physical was relatively easy, though uncomfortable. Medic wasn’t gentle and more than once Scout had to smack him away when he dug his fingers in too hard. But Scout was ultimately healthy, from what he could tell. There were no stiff joints, popped sockets, or broken bones. None of the bones or muscles were malformed. For all intents and purposes, Scout really was just a standard house cat. Well, aside from the overdeveloped hind legs which seemed to be a carry over from when he was human.

Fascinating!

“Alright, Scout. Let’s take your temperature and then you should be good to,” Medic said cheerfully as he rubbed more of the healing ointment onto his hands. Scout perked up at that and trotted over to take a seat in front of Medic and opened his mouth. Sweet freedom at last.

Medic chuckled as he pulled out a thermometer. “Oh Scout. Cat’s don’t take oral thermometers.” Scout’s mouth closed slowly in dawning horror and he lifted an arm. Medic just shook his head. “Try again.”

#This was supposed to be longer #But then I hit that ending and realized nothing else would be nearly as good #tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #tf2 medic #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 demoman #tf2 pyro #tf2 sniper #tf2 soldier #I should make these chapters longer #but I usually just write them in one go after doing a bunch of homework so #Also scout is 100% willing to throw hands #a small homicidal murder bean

[unluckilyimnot]

Thing they still do/keep after a break up || Tokyo Revengers

Characters: Mikey, Takemichi, Draken, Baji, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Kazutora, Kokonoi, Inui, Ran, Rindou, Izana, Kakucho, Sanzu, Shinichiro, Wakasa.

Type: angst

Warnings: none

Words count: 1,424

m.list

Do you guys like moodboard or making it ? I really love it and was thinking about doing some to go with some hc. What do you think about it ?

English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there's any mistakes

Mikey

During your relationship, it was normal for him to come and pick you up or leave you at your house. It began to be a routine to pass across your street, just because he never wanted to forget you one morning. Now that you two break up, he still passes by your house. Just to see your silhouette through your windows. Just because he doesn't want to forget that you used to be. But he always gets home late because you don't leave near his house at all.

Takemichi

He trusted you so much that he opened up to you and used to talk to you about what is on his mind. When you were gone, he had no one to talk to like he used to with you. So he just writes messages to you about everything: his day, thoughts, how he felt. Wishing you a good day or night, even saying that he still loves you. Before deleting everything.

Draken

You love photography, and to his sorrow now. You gave him so many pictures of both of you, or just a pretty one that you loved, that he just can't take it off of his wall. They're all mixed up with those of his friends and people he loves. Or used to love. He can't forget you, no matter what he does and it hurts him too much just by thinking that one day he has to take them off.

Mitsuya

One day he told you to stop by his house and take all your measures just to make you a pretty outfit for your birthday. Since he usually uses them as his base it means that you can wear everything he made if you want to. And that way he has his favorite model to try his creations. Now you’re not here anymore, so there is no sense to still use yours when he has a whole bunch of people who agree to try stuff for him. Still, he can’t help himself but doing it and watching it, for hours sometimes, and imagining you in it. Because no-one can pull some of his creations better than you.

Baji

He's an idiot, bad at school but actually trying his best and that was a thing you noticed pretty quickly. You got this habit of trying to sit next to him so you can help him and write on his notes. Same when you help him with his homework. So he has your handwriting everywhere on his school notes. When you broke up, he had the habit of re-read it all the time. Just because it's pretty, sometimes messy. He really loves your handwriting and now his notes feel empty without it.

Chifuyu

He always wanted someone to exchange his manga with, talking about it and leaving notes in it. When you came in the picture, he got the chance to do so and was the happiest. And he couldn't get over it and just stopped. So whenever he reads something, he puts notes in it while thinking of you, what you use to find funny or particularly sad. Use your favorite color and just the code you two created. He feels like he would never get over it even if he finds someone else.

Kazutora

Your fingers tracing his neck was the best feeling in the world for him. He felt like home, the tenderness he always wanted. It gave him the calm he needed, relaxing his messy mind. Nails scratching his skin a bit, following the dark lines. When you were gone, he got to do it himself. Wherever he is. In class or laying down on his bed, he just feels safe while doing this. As if you were still there.

Koko

He's not used to being attached to something, like an object. But you gave him a necklace for your 1 year anniversary and, even if it looks simple and isn't that expensive he just loves it too much. He always wears it. But mostly underneath his uniform cause he doesn't want the others to see it now that you're gone. He's taking good care of it cause if it breaks, he's sure he's gonna cry all over again. It's the only thing you left him.

Inui

You always hold his waist, for everything : catching his attention, hugging him, searching for comfort... It was just a thing you did a lot. Ironically, it was something that gave him so much comfort when you were the one looking for it. Holding his waist himself is a habit he picks up even before you two break up. At first, it was just because he missed you, now he can't fall asleep at night without it.

Ran

You never really stayed close at night, both of you needed space and you knew it. But during the night, Ran always checks if you’re still here, touching your cheek or back. He just feels better and can go back to sleep after that. Now, when he slays his arm slowly on the other side of his bed, it just hits the matter. A little, huffed, sound that kills him inside. Closing his eyes with a deep sigh, he rolls to his side and hides in the big blanket. Cursing under his breath before trying to fall asleep again.

Rindou

He knew it was a bad idea in the first place to get a matching tattoo with you. Nothing lasts forever after all. So he tries to think about it the best he can : now that you're gone, he still has something that reminds him of you. But for life. He feels like he's gonna miss you forever. This little thing in the back of his hands is something he can't stop touching, just because he used to touch yours while holding your hand. If his future partner asks about it, he still doesn’t know if he’s gonna lie or not, he just still loves you so much.

Izana

Izana still uses your shampoo because he couldn’t get to sleep without the scent. Your hair being close to his face almost every night in your relationship developed a need in him. He was always sniffing your hair, touching it and loving it when it was down cause it was easier for him to smell it. His friends stopped telling him it was wrong and didn't help him, instead they let him take his time to move on from you.

Kakucho

He gets used to you always wanting to spend your date in a café you really like : he could go there with his eyes closed. When you break up with him, he still couldn’t stop himself going to the same café. Maybe because he hopes to see you there, but it's also scary to find you with someone else. Yet, he still does, asking for your favorite order just to remind himself ‘cause he’s scared to forget it. Even though he doesn't like it at all.

Sanzu

You forget one of your shirts when you pick up your things at his place after the argument that made you two break up and he never gives it back to you. It doesn't smell like you anymore, so there is no point in keeping it or even sleeping with it when he’s particularly down. But for his mind, it’s something from you and it still makes him feel better, calming his episode of madness.

Shinichiro

Your love for music and band was never a secret for him and he just gets to listen to it all the damn time. He was habituated to whining cause you always listen to the same thing and get a bit too invested into your favorite bands but secretly loves it cause you were the happiest at those times. Now, he checks every new song they can come back with and can’t get your favorites out of his playlist.

Wakasa

You were annoying regarding skincare. Yes Wakasa has pretty skin without doing much but you still asked him for months to at least wash his face before going to bed and, to please you, he did. You helped him find the right product and was so proud that he couldn’t go back after. So his lazy persona washed his skin every evening for you. And keep doing it even if you're gone. He never changes the product and still does it like you’re gonna nag about it if you see his oily skin. Honestly, he missed even this part of you.

Shin ex being kpop stan lol

I hope you liked it ♡

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagine #tokyo revengers hc #mikey x reader #takemichi x reader #draken x reader #baji x reader #chifuyu x reader #mitsuya x reader #kazutora x reader #inui x reader #haitani ran x reader #rindou x reader #kakucho x reader #izana x reader #sanzu x reader #shinichiro x reader #wakasa x reader #tokyo revengers angst

[alatusxiaoo]

just the two of us (I)

content: fluff, modern au, seat-mates + what it’s like to love them

character/s: albedo, bennet, childe, chongyun, diluc, kaedehara kazuha

note: after countless exhausted braincells, a ton of uninspired burnout, and writing till my hands go numb, i finally experienced my first try writing for bunch of genshin boys. god, this was a crazy ass experience for me, trying to come up with the least shitty ideas to put into words…but i feel so freaking happy that i’m done with it, and i seriously hope you’re satisfied with this too!

ALBEDO

to be unintentionally bestowed with the privilege of your seat stationed beside the intelligent blonde for an entire school year…you couldn’t quite determine if it was a blessing or a curse.

it wasn’t that albedo seemed like a horrible person - you were just scarred by the distant past of your previous encounters with brilliant seat-mates, filled to the brim with every ounce of pride the world could squeeze out, accompanied with a constant flurry of nagging and deprecating comments, if they figured you weren’t good enough to socialize with them (not that you intended to in the first place).

you’ve heard about albedo - it would be strange if you didn’t know him. the mere mention of his name was usually escorted with a string of praises and compliments about his prime achievements inside and beyond his academic life.

to say you were astonished was an understatement, when you meekly traipsed over to your desk awaiting feigned ignorance or bouts of profanities, only to be greeted by a slight yet warm smile from the young man already seated and made comfortable.

“y/n, right? it’s expected that we’d be paired together this year - you’ve caught my interest for a while now.”

you could only feel your face flush at his straightforward yet innocent words, nodding shyly at his statement - perhaps the universe eventually decided to let you off the hook today. “oh…i’m really flattered. i’m quite interested in getting to know you too.”

being an excellent student’s seat-mate has always gone terribly wrong for you, but for the first time in your university life, he disproves your self-made claim. to sit beside albedo was a foreign experience - he offered a helping hand whenever you struggled with confusing lessons and homework, always turned to you as his first choice whenever the project required a partner, and willingly lent an ear whenever you seemed bothered. he was kind - too kind, you have never met someone who would constantly go out of their way to help others, without needing to bat an eye in consideration of it.

you’re falling and you know it, but that doesn’t quite stop you from doing so anyway. you’re quite certain albedo doesn’t feel the same way, he was someone destined to pursue a life devoted to discovering the world and satiating his curiosity of it, meaning there was absolutely no room for possible relationships in it.

you tell yourself that these interactions mean nothing to him - that when you feel slender fingers crawl over to sneakily intertwine with yours in the middle of an important lesson, and you glance over to discover his gaze still focused on the board and not you - it doesn’t mean anything.

that when you find yourself buried in heaps of paperwork, and you feel a warm breath on the bare skin of your neck, coupled with hazy whispers that inquire if you need assistance - this is just how albedo acts.

or when you end up coincidentally locked inside the dim and secluded supply closet with no one other than your seat-mate - because that’s all he is, and should be - teal eyes boring down into yours with a peculiar expression masked on his flushed face, the faint reverberation of a soft drumming noise beating from two hearts…this doesn’t change anything between you and him.

you’re just the girl he’s supposed to sit beside for a year.

and he wishes you could be more than that.

BENNET

you’ve heard the rumors before you even knew his name.

he was an unbelievably unlucky guy - rocks toppling from trees just to slam down on his head, the distant rumble of thunder whenever he refused to bring an umbrella, the sound of shattering expectations whenever he forgets to accomplish a project and is chosen to present first.

frankly, you were a bit terrified when word of seating arrangements got out. you were left with your mouth agape and heart violently thrumming in your chest out of fear, staring blankly at the class poster, while the surrounding crowd of classmates let out a gasp of relief and basked in their jubilation of not having to sit beside him.

apparently it was an unspoken curse - they’ve had more prominent encounters of unluckiness whenever they were stationed beside him.

and now, it was your turn.

you let out a shaky breath, awkwardly hovering around the entrance to the classroom, feeling very queasy during your first day. the universe had thrusted your academic life into disarray with this one tremendous change, and you weren’t ready to accept it yet.

as you trudged over to your desk, feeling scrutinized by muffled whispers and pitiful glances directed towards you, reality was slowly and painfully sinking in, and it was evident that there was no way out of this anymore. it was only for a year anyway - not like you were going to be unlucky for the rest of your life…

“hey, you’re y/n! i hope we get along well!”

these swirling and panicked thoughts that raced through your mind at lightning speed suddenly grew fainter, when you find yourself gazing for a little too long at the bright grin plastered on your new seat-mate’s face.

you blink, puzzled as you drink in the sight of him. “you’re…bennet?”

so this was the unlucky boy everyone feared or felt uneasy with? the kind of guy they desperately prayed to the gods they’d avoid?

“the one and only.” he replies, cheerful and unfazed by your awkward demeanor. you can’t make a response at his words, still left in a trance with deep contemplation - whereas the curve of his lips falters as he continues to examine your confused expression, somewhat understanding the situation you were left in.

“oh but…i can always ask the teacher to transfer me at the back instead.” he offers, hastily standing up from his seat, clutching the strap of his backpack.

“no!” you retort rapidly, dropping your bag with a thump on the desk situated beside his. the deafening slam causes the now timid boy to jump at the unexpected noise, visibly startled at your sudden outburst. “n-no?”

“it’s alright. just…stay.”

for the universe to impose you under such circumstances - normally you would have never agreed to this, were you actually given a chance to have say on it. and strangely, you were grateful you didn’t have one…being beside bennet wasn’t as terrible as everyone exaggerated it to be.

sure he wasn’t an excelling pupil, simply average. yet he always gave his best and worked hard, no matter how fruitless his efforts may have been.

he was also quite wonderful company to have. you would both often remain in the deserted classroom during breaks - either bantering around and laughing at inside jokes, or working on assignments and studying together.

and that unlucky curse everyone kept talking about? it happened, but strangely not as frequent as before (even bennet admitted it himself). sure, trivial things still occurred, but nothing as grand as before. the only major unlucky situation you vividly remembered, throughout the entire school year, was getting stranded with him in the forest during a field trip. it was already growing dark, the rain was falling harder, and you two were clearly drenched and lost, knowing that you wouldn’t get anywhere right now. thankfully, there was a nearby cave where you two made temporary shelter with.

you pulled out your phone from your soaking backpack, using it as a flashlight to navigate your way through the darkness inside the cave. bennet set his bag on the ground with a thud, and sighed at the current affair that you two unfortunately found yourselves in.

since neither of you had a single clue on how to start a fire, you were forced to cuddle together to keep warm. his arm was comfortably wrapped around your waist, and your head leaning against his chest. the scent of petrichor and earthy wood wafted from his steady frame, and you blushed at the unusual and close proximity shared between you two.

“this might actually be a good thing for us.” “why do you say so?” “the last time i got lost on a trip like this, there wasn’t actually a cave around. we might be really lucky today!!” “…are you sure it’s luck if we’re stuck like this? and why the hell do you keep getting stranded anyway?”

bennet throws his jacket over your shivering frame and smiled down at you, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face. “now that i think about it, i can’t really remember anything unfortunate that’s happened to me ever since i met you.”

his fingers move to reach for the curve of your lips, and you feel your heart thump at the trivial gesture.

“not even…this?”

he’s just your seat-mate, the guy you never bothered getting to know, yet somehow ended up alone with you in the darkened cave. the guy everyone warned you to avoid, yet his earnest touch urges you to forget all their words of caution.

you’ve heard the rumors before you knew his name, but now you’re not so certain that you want to believe them anymore.

“not even this.”

CHILDE

the average broke student would normally be thrilled to get to know this guy.

“you’re my new seat-mate?”

though you fit the criteria of penniless, you couldn’t help but feel the opposite of triumph.

“oh…it’s you.”

“now, don’t look so down! i’m sure we’ll get along very well.” childe remarks with a mischievous wink, and you feel the urge to retch along your patience crumbling at the sight of it.

childe was the prime example of what you would consider a play-boy - the rich and devilishly good-looking guy who could get girls swooning over him with the mere snap of his fingers. as you stood nearby your desk, you could practically feel countless death glares boring into the sides of your head, out of jealousy and spite.

most girls would kill to be in your current situation, but right now you were just praying for a miraculous way out of it.

“well, don’t just stand there darling. have a seat.” thus beginning the most enlightening and oddest interaction of a lifetime.

you’ve met a lot of guys before, but their pride could certainly never amount to the size of childe’s own self-esteem. you could almost laugh at the absurdity of it - his ego essentially rivaled those of the gods, and perhaps it had a reason to. after all, he maintained a good reputation in academics, sustained crucial connections with various people from all places, and had everyone completely under his charm except for you.

admittedly, you never intended to befriend him in the first place, but simply tolerate his presence. however in the long run, you do eventually become close friends and tend to stick together a lot, constantly bickering about even the most trivial matters - but no one knows, since you both preferred to keep your friendship hidden behind closed doors.

you weren’t exactly proud to have opened up to the arrogant man, but you didn’t feel comfortable walking around with him through open hallways, where everyone could freely judge the relationship you two held. besides, he was usually surrounded by his large group of friends, and it would only be a bother to slide in and be left lonely with a bunch of strangers, while he chattered away with the rest of them.

during breaks, you two would gather in the deserted music room to converse together. you were the only one with a key for the small area, since you were fond of playing instruments, which turned out to be the perfect private hiding spot. you would spend at least an hour laughing and talking about various subjects inside the tranquil space, before separately heading back out again to walk back to the classroom on your own.

but today was a bit different.

you were making your way to the music room, softly humming to yourself as you trekked up the stairs. the faint sounds of voices echoing in the generally vacant hallway make you pause in your tracks as you reach the top of the stairs. you hesitated to turn the corner in fear of disrupting their conversation, but you decide to peek in order to see who was out there.

you recognized the two boys as childe’s friends, wondering why they lingered around this private area.

“god, did you hear what he said?” you hear one of them scoff at the other. “i know he’s rich and all, but would it actually kill him to just shut up about it?”

“and that test he aced, i bet he paid the professor to give him a good grade on it.” the other guy remarked with disgust, shaking his head. “there’s obviously no better use for that kind of dirty money anyway.”

“or he could’ve cheated his way through it. either method was plausible.”

you feel your fist clench at those words. you know what they’re saying is not true, but it repulses you more to hear such harsh words from his friends, out of all people. if you hadn’t known childe like you do now, you probably wouldn’t have wanted to interfere, but the circumstances have changed.

you prepared yourself to storm out of the corner and face those people, when you feel a swift grasp pull you back to the side and cause you to collide with your back against the wall, gazing up in surprise at the orange-haired culprit.

“shit, you hear that? hey, is someone there?”

you watch childe smile with an indecipherable expression, holding his finger to his lips, telling you to keep quiet.

you don’t want to know how long he’s been standing back there. was he already aware that they’ve been badmouthing him from the start? if so, why did he continue to feign friendship with such people?

“we should go. someone might come see us.” one of them responds, and the hurried pair of footsteps head towards the other end of the hallway, leaving you alone and pinned to the wall by childe.

“you knew?”

“i’d be a fool not to.”

you shake your head. “you shouldn’t listen to what they’re saying. you know that it’s not true. you’re not that kind of person.” you hastily answer, clasping onto the sleeve of his polo shirt.

“you don’t know that.”

“of course i do! and i’ll tell you why.”

for the rest of the hour supposedly spent in the music room, you rant incessantly about why childe shouldn’t believe the things they were saying. you have no idea what has gotten into you, or why you were providing comfort to a grown ass man, who probably doesn’t care or hear what you’re saying - he just stares at you with an amused grin on his face.

“have you finished?”

“no…i can still think of a couple other reasons-“

you stiffen when you feel warm fingers graze your cheek, finally snapping out of your trance only to notice how close childe’s face was to yours. his bright blue irises carefully peruse your features, almost as if he was waiting to see if you would say something more.

you know you’ve only found yourself in this strange affair because you sit beside him. had you been a seat away, or stationed on the other side of the room, you wouldn’t be here - inches away from the taunting grin contorted on that damned face of his.

“oh, i think you’re finished darling.”

he’s just my seat-mate. you belatedly chant to yourself, ignoring the butterflies rumbling in the pit of your stomach, or the sound of your heart hammering inside your chest.

it’s only for a year. you swallow the bile forming inside your throat, goosebumps rising at his every illicit touch traced on your skin by rough fingers. his lips draw closer to yours and you shut your eyes, bracing yourself for the repercussions of such a trivial yet intimate gesture - fine, perhaps you’ll give in to savor these emotions just this once, but after then…

never again.

CHONGYUN

he definitely had the strangest background among all the other people you’ve known.

exorcist families weren’t quite as abundant as the ancient times - where people chose to worship gods and believe in all sorts of magic, over the current modern era where one prioritized rationality and logic in their way of thinking. here, technology was considered to be on par with magic.

but, not for him.

you gazed with confusion at your new seat-mate, visibly lost in a trance as he bore holes into his desk with his intense stare, murmuring incoherent phrases to nobody in particular but himself. the act itself was terribly suspicious and concerning, for someone to concentrate so much into doing…nothing grand. you wondered if he was always like that, or was simply crazy.

“…hello?” you ask timidly, hesitantly struggling to garner his attention. he doesn’t respond at first, and it takes you a few more calls, and the awkward wave of your hand for his focus to shift up to you upon hearing your words - a light shade of sakura pink arises on his pale cheeks as he watches you smile back at him.

“oh, i’m sorry, i didn’t notice you there.” he replied shyly, standing up to greet you properly. “my name is chongyun. i assume you’re y/n?”

“guilty as charged.” you respond with a friendly grin, setting down your belongings on the desk, as you pulled out the chair to seat yourself beside him.

“now, if you don’t mind me asking, what exactly are you trying to achieve over there?”

the privilege of getting to know an exorcist is not one you would often be granted in such an advancing and ever-changing world. yet here you were, spending the year away, busy listening to the blue-haired boy provide a lengthy explanation and detailed background on his ancestral history. he’s asked you a million times, and you aren’t the least bit bothered - as a matter of fact, you were quite interested in learning more about exorcism itself and well…undoubtedly him.

as the days go by, you’re naturally drawn closer to him. chongyun was always easy to share a conversation with, and strangely very sensitive to tease. he doesn’t seem to know much about everyday interactions, or even the simplest of gestures - perhaps because he has been busy committing his entire life to sustain the family legacy.

“doesn’t it get too tiring?”

he hums at your words, mindlessly combing his fingers your hair, as you glanced up at his face from resting on his lap. leaves of green sway in the warm breeze, while you both enjoyed the brief tranquil within the early and cloudy morning, right before you head back to your shared classroom.

“sometimes it does.” he responds after a pause of contemplation, carefully weaving your hair into foreign patterns. “there are also times i’ve desperately wanted to give up, because i always seem to fall too short…but what better way is there to live, right?”

you smile at his earnest answer. “do you love what you do? even if no one believes in it anymore?”

“well i don’t do it to please anyone. but nowadays, it comes quite handy in impressing a pretty girl.”

you raise an eyebrow at his questionable statement. “pretty girl, as in…?”

“…pretty girl as in you.”

it begins as what you believe to be termed as curiosity - the natural human desire to know, to quench one’s inquisitive thirst about certain affairs - and in your case, why he chooses to struggle and persist in a dying art.

you say that it’s purely for the sake of exposing yourself to new knowledge. that it’s certainly not because your gaze remains too focused on pools of icy blue, or the occasional sentimental smile drawn on his lips as he talks about his life’s devotion.

he’s just a boy like the rest of them, nothing special about it. you repeatedly remind yourself during the middle of a lesson, an hour after his unforeseen last compliment, desperately trying to pacify the abnormal pace of your heart. i’m sure he just wanted to be nice.

you chew on your lip nervously, rhythmically tapping your pen on the pages of your notebook to prevent distracting others with the noise. it was difficult to ignore his presence considering he was right beside you. your mind tries to grasp the concepts written on the board, but all you can process is the scent of sweet ice popsicles that wafted from him.

“y/n?”

“hmm?” you hum in response, composing yourself at the sound of his hushed whisper, never daring to glance over at his side.

“can you…not do that?”

your hands pause with the pen in your grasp, hastily setting it down on your desk out of guilt. “ah, i’m really sorry about that…it’s become a weird habit of mine.” you awkwardly admit, folding your arms instead to keep your trembling hands busy. great, now you were stuck fiddling with your sleeves instead to calm yourself down.

“oh, i didn’t mean that.”

the once irrefutable declaration of curiosity in this matter presently crumbled in your hands, upon finally glancing over to notice the usually pale, yet currently flushed cheeks of the exorcist boy seated next to you.

“i, uh-“ he cautiously raises a hand to his crimson face, gently gesturing to his lips with his fingers. “-mean this. could you not…chew on it? it’s kind of…distracting.”

it takes a moment to process the words, yet in an instant you feel your face warm at the unexpected comment - forced to listen to the sound of your heart harshly pounding against your chest, without purposeful intention of wanting to do so.

right now, everything was plain as day. you dreaded to admit it, but this wasn’t even curiosity anymore. these were actual fluttering feelings - ones that were mercilessly dragging you deeper and further down the rabbit hole, with absolutely no way back out of it unscathed.

but you had to pull yourself together, because right now you were friends, seat-mates - nothing more! chongyun is just a nice guy who probably worried about the harsh treatment you were inflicting upon your lips…because that’s what friends are for.

and that’s what you’re both always meant to be, nothing more.

when you turn away out of embarrassment, he secretly admires the reddened shade on the plush of your lips, smiling softly at the remnants of the blushing cloud on your lovely face - wondering if you would someday allow him to savor the bittersweet yet addicting taste of you.

DILUC

to admit that you were intimidated was the simple and blunt truth.

after all, diluc ragnvindr was not simply your average student - he was president of the student council, the supreme model pupil, and the representative face of the school.

so to be granted this opportunity to be seated beside such an accomplished person whom you’ve only been watching from the sidelines…

you practically trembled when you greeted him on your first day together.

“g-good morning!” you awkwardly say, standing a bit too stiffly for your liking. you hear diluc hum in response, greeting you back formally, while his eyes scanned over a textbook. you figured that was all the conversation he had for you since he seemed quite busy with his work, so you take it without complaint and settle down in your new arrangement.

during the first few weeks, you barely communicated with each other. he was only present during class, and usually spent his breaks off managing council affairs and fulfilling other important duties. it was plain as day that he was way out of your league, and it took a while to accept the fact that you were both mere strangers to each other, solely forced to sit together.

however that awkward state between you two abruptly changed one day, when the stoic red-haired boy exhaustedly trudged back to the seat next to yours, minutes before break began in the presently vacant classroom. you were too engrossed in your novel, only acknowledging his presence when the chair beside you gets dragged with a screeching noise, hoarding your attention from the book.

you’re tempted to inquire if he was alright, but you hesitate to speak, when he lets out a deep sigh and collapses on the desk to shut his eyes.

“why are you staring?”

your eyes widen at the question, guiltily averting your gaze from his slumped figure. “sorry, i was curious if you were doing fine. you’re normally busy during these hours.”

he grunts at your response. “it’s been a long morning.”

right…you awkwardly think to yourself, shifting your focus back to the book in your grasp. these were the rare moments where you both politely conversed together, only for the short-lived subject to die down after a few seconds of ensuing silence.

“what did you say your name was, again?”

it was truly unmistakable - the sound of your pride shattering reverberated in your ears, as you rapidly glanced back over at him with bewilderment. you’ve been seat-mates for roughly two months, and he still had no clue what your name was?! how was that even possible? (though, it was true that you weren’t clearly as popular as him, but this was still on an absurdly ignorant level!)

“y-y/n.” you barely manage to reply, out of astonishment and disbelief. “are you, uh…also unaware that i’m your seat-mate for the year?” you hesitantly ask with skepticism, swearing that you’d seriously lose it if he told you otherwise.

a light and discreet chuckle escapes past his lips at your silly question. “oh don’t worry, i know.”

this brief yet bizarre exchange shared between the council president and the average student, sparked an unusual relationship between the two under a cloudy morning. you’re unsure how things quickly escalated from the simple inquiry of your name, to a closely-knitted friendship with the reserved man.

you learned countless yet remarkable information about the private president’s personality. for instance, when he poorly attempted to share a joke with you - which you didn’t even realize was one, until he begrudgingly revealed it to you, causing you to laugh uncontrollably at the irrationality of it. who would have thought the prim and proper diluc ragnvindr would have such a playful yet lame side to him?

or when he spontaneously exposes his vulnerability to you, admitting that he never really desired to be council president or of any high status in the first place - the responsibilities turning out to be quite burdening and sometimes a little too much for only him to bear.

it was always perplexing to witness him stand tall and proud, regardless of the heavy obligations and duties he was forced to carry along the long road of it. the slightly flooring revelation that even the stern and resolute student could also be humane, was somewhat comforting to you, and unintentionally stimulated these tender and warm emotions in your heart for him.

admitting you were in love with diluc was more frustrating than expected. to accept that you bore such emotions for someone who was way out of your league - perhaps that was why they put love into books, perhaps it could not exist anywhere else.

“if i wasn’t your seat-mate, would you have ever given me the time of day had we not met the way we did?”

his inquisitive gaze darts over to you at the abrupt question. you realize it’s sudden, but it’s been bothering you for a long while now. had you not met like this, would you still have known him the way you do now? the austere, yet compassionate person you grew to love over the long months and lasting memories shared together?

“i don’t believe so.” he eventually answers, after a brief moment of consideration. “i suppose we would remain strangers today, had we not met this way.”

“right?” you nervously agree, your heart sinking at the truthful response of it.

“however, i do believe the universe has its own way of making things happen at the right place, and the right time.” he continues. “had you not become my seat-mate, i’m sure i would have still asked you the absurd question of what your name was, somewhere in the distant future.”

you smile softly at the familiar words. “so you think we’d still be like this even if you weren’t next to me?”

you really think i would still love you the same, had you sat away from me that day?

he gives you a rare and serene smile, unexpectedly reaching over to carefully knot your fingers around his, in a comforting and definitely beyond the border of friendship manner.

“all over, again and again.”

he’s certain he’d still love you the same way as he did today.

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

his haikus were the only reason his name was ingrained in your head.

you’ve never listened or witnessed the flowery phrases in person, but the students who pass around his name in conversations speak of his naturally honed talent - which made his presence something you’ve been interested in for a long time now.

and thank the gods the universe has finally answered your prayers.

“hello.” you hear a foreign voice greet you, glancing over to look at the boy standing beside your seat, who bore a polite smile and inquisitive crimson eyes. “i’m kaedehara kazuha.”

“my name’s y/n. so you must be the poet.”

meeting him was like a breath of fresh air - never knowing you needed it until you’ve finally taken a big gulp of it. though it was somewhat tricky at first, he was unexpectedly quite easy to get along with. you could vividly remember losing focus in some class lessons just to play written games with him, or doodle obscure drawings on his notebooks. breaks were spent loitering around the gardens, admiring the sun-drenched leaves and basking in the refreshing breeze.

you thought it would always stay this way between you two - trivial banters and foolish jokes, private smiles shared from afar whenever eye contact was established with you both, unaware that the proximity between you two would slowly and impossibly get even closer with all the days spent together.

loving him was seeing how you’ve already reached the end of the cliff, and realizing there was no other way but to fall. it was terrifying to admit, yet you supposed it was bound to happen with the recent developments in your relationship. but it wasn’t as if the fact that you liked him would make him want you back.

so you keep quiet and pretend - pretend like the way he looks at you doesn’t bother you, feign ignorance to the soft drumming of your heart when your adviser breaks the news of camping in the university at night with your seat-mate as your partner, take control of your frenzied breathing when he smiles and says he doesn’t need an excuse this time to stay longer with you.

but you’ve been alone together in his house a million times before, and nothing ever happened back then. so perhaps this time would still be the same.

you reassure yourself with those thoughts while you unpacked your belongings with kazuha in the classroom. the day finally came for the camping event, and it was already growing darker outside, with each passing second. lights glow to life with the flick of a switch, and you’re certain this will turn out to be an average night spent with him.

and it happened during a simple conversation between you two, when a sudden blackout fell over the entire university. students frantically panicked with the unexpected situation, using phones or flashlights to pierce brightness through the thick fog of black. luckily, there were candles in the classroom you were both assigned to, eventually lighting the wick and illuminating the secluded area.

okay…so a blackout never happened in all the times you stayed together, but you think it doesn’t mean anything. you look over to him and wonder if he would continue where he left off in the conversation - however, he doesn’t say anything more to pursue on with the previous topic. he stares at you for what feels like agonizing hours, before clearing his throat and talking once more.

“you know, i just realized i’ve never actually made a haiku for you before.”

you purse your lips at the swift change of topic. “yeah…frankly i never thought i’d be a wonderful subject to compose a haiku about.”

he shakes his head. “that’s not true. i never made one because there was always a lot of things to say about you…i can’t even think of where to begin.”

“why don’t you make one now?” you ask, carefully drawing closer to the candle so you could at least see his face, amidst the darkness. he smiles at your suggestion, humming softly to himself in thought of what to say.

you fiddle with your fingers, expectant of his haikus. when you became his seat-mate, you’ve always wanted him to share one, but you never found an opportunity to ask. and now he was spontaneously crafting one for you.

you patiently wait for the words to flow out, but instead you’re greeted with the immediate skip of your heart from a chilly caress on your cheek. your brain is unable to process the simple gesture, blankly gazing at the culprit who looks right back at you from across the candle, bearing an enigmatic gleam in his eyes.

“to drink in the sight…” he cautiously begins, inching closer to your now stiffened frame.

you’re startled by the change in his attitude, caught off guard with trembling hands and an erratic beating heart. “what are you-“

“you wanted one.” he mumbles underneath his breath in a low tone, his free hand grasping onto your wrist to minimize unnecessary movement. “just stay still.”

you have no idea how he expects you to do that - gaping at the abrupt change of his demeanor. you unconsciously lick your lips out of uneasiness, unaware of his eyes scrutinizing the negligible gesture.

“dew lips bathed in candlelight…”

his fingers leisurely swipe over your appendages in a lazy manner, and your vision gets hazy at the unfamiliar motion.

“and the last line…”

you can feel your semblance wearing out the longer you look into those ruby irises, the dragged out and unspoken tension between you two becoming more insufferable in this singular moment. for a second, you think he’s going to lean down and kiss you -

but at the same time, the lights flicker back to life with a soft thud, and you take in the dazed sight of a flushed kazuha. you blink a few times, eventually processing the situation, before shoving him gently and standing up, tomato cheeks exposing the inner feelings you desperately fought to hide from him.

“y-you know, why don’t we…finish that haiku a-another day?” you stutter, blowing out the candle before you swiftly reached the exit. “i-i’m gonna go check in with the teachers…i’ll be right back.”

you leave kazuha to his thoughts inside the sequestered room, never once looking back. when he confirms that you’re long gone, he lets out a deep sigh in embarrassment, covering his face along with the crimson blush dusted on his cheeks. he didn’t mean to get bold with his actions, but he couldn’t restrain himself upon seeing you flustered and vulnerable at the sight of him. perhaps it meant that you harbored these long-fostered emotions back, or you were simply astonished by his rapid change of behavior - either way the repercussions of his confidence were heavily damaging his ego.

his mind traitorously wanders back to the view of you glowing in the candlelight, flushed face and cautious eyes. perhaps you were just the girl he was supposed to sit beside, but the soft pitter-patter that remained in his heart from your lingering warmth speaks a different story - one he doesn’t mind seeing it through until the end of it.

“i miss the darkness.”

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Hi! If requests are open could i request the brothers with a teen MC who's stressed about school?

When they come home they immediately throw themselves to bed, they often have headaches, they become more cold and distant, they often have a hard time submitting homework on time and they're not as lively as they originally were. How would the brothers comfort them?

I'm so fucking tired rn, i know it's the last month (even tho It's more like 15 days) but my teachers are starting a new important project where we have to host an EVENT along with our exam that is coming up in a week. And we're in fucking highschool-

Aw I think I accidentally opened my asks again but I read this and I relate so much to this; I needed this as much as you. Being a student is too hard sometimes. *hugs* Sorry sweetie you must be so exhausted too?

I'll definitely write this. I apologize if it's a bit short but thank you so much for this ask. I'll try and do my best okay?

Exam season has just rolled out in Devildom and Diavolo had recently announced that the Exchange students will not have a reduced syllabus and have to study like the rest of the demons, to get a better understanding of their culture and history. This sudden increase in work hasn't been easy on you.

Lucifer

He notices something off with you when you stop telling him leave his paperwork and get some rest. These days it seems he has to pull you away from your work.

He can see how dull and lifeless your eyes look as you try to politely sit through meals with everyone.

"MC do you have some time to talk?" He asks you one day in the middle of homework. "I'm a little busy Lucifer maybe later. I still have finish three more these essays." Wow how the tables turn.

He was planning to have tea with you, but as you usually leave the tea near him when he's working, he did the same. "Don't worry MC I'll take care of this." He whispers to himself.

You're only a child, why are you being so overworked? This is ridiculous. Immediately takes it up with Diavolo and the authorities at school to make sure you're not given more than you can handle.

Mammon

What do you mean you're not up for movie night? Again? This is the fifth time you've denied him. Mammon starts getting worried about you.

At first he's afraid that maybe you're only mad at him so he asks his brothers who you are spending time with. You are nowhere to be found in any of their rooms.

He reaches your room and finds you curled up in bed, groaning in pain, holding your head. "MC what's wrong?" You manage to squeak out, "Head hurts." It looks really bad from the way you're wincing.

He goes into panic overdrive, going up to Satan and Lucifer, even ringing up Solomon for headache cures. After you get a little better, he found out that it's school stress that's doing this to you.

Godamnit Diavolo! Why would you think it's okay to send a little human to Demon school? They work differently don't they. He will volunteer to do most of your work at school- even though he forgets his own.

Leviathan

Levi was excitedly waiting for you to show up to play his new game. It was the usual routine for you to come back from school, freshen up and then join him gaming four days a week. But you haven't showed up. For the third time this week.

He keeps texting and calling you but don't reply. At first he thinks it's because he's a yucky otaku but then he notices you aren't even getting his messages. So he ventures out of his room and finds you in yours.

You were fast asleep in your uniform, your phone switched off due to low battery, your bed unmade and your bag in a slump on the floor. You look like a game character who got defeated in a fight.

When he hears it is the school stress that is doing this to you, he adamantly hatches a plan. "Levi we have school why anime now?" You ask as he drags you to his room.

"Because you need a energy recharge! So I told Lucifer you'll be staying with me all day and watch your favourite anime." Levi said, handing you a bunch of snacks.

Satan

This is the ninth day in a row you had fallen asleep in the library. Yes Satan was counting. Everytime he finds you, you're curled up in a chair with a heavy bookon your lap and your notebook and pens strewn across a nearby table. Overdue assignments.

"Oh MC again?" He mutters as he puts his jacket on you so you don't get cold. When was the last time you read a book with him? You seem so busy and distant these days. He noticed the way you kept denying all his brothers hence he didn't approach you himself. Now he understood why.

Diavolo must be barking mad in his head if he thinks an adolescent human can work the same way as age old demons. He feels annoyed at how you're being overwhelmed.

You wake up to him sitting next to you, writing down your assignments. "Satan why..." Satan smiles and palms your head, "You need to rest, you've been working too hard. I'll handle the assignments, you sleep some more, I'm taking you to a cat cafe later. Playing with cats will help you feel relaxed."

Asmodeus

Asmo notices the redness in your sunken eyes on the very next day after you pull an all-nighter. He offers you to come to his room but you decline saying you have to prepare for upcoming exams.

He finds it increasingly hard to keep his mouth shut and leave you alone when you look like this. Your skin is breaking out, your cheeks are sinking. You're starting to look like Lucifer.

Look at how school is ruining you! You are only a baby and yet you're starting look a workaholic corporate worker.

One day he's had enough with your lack of self-care and he drags you to his room. You try telling him off "Asmo I have exams-" He snaps back at you angrily, "Today is your day off whether you like it or not. I will not have you mistreating yourself like this. Now come on we're doing a home spa."

Beelzebub

Everything seems wrong. You aren't eating well. And today you look like you're about to pass out while eating dinner. He can't eat when you're like this - he doesn't want your leftovers anymore.

You try to smile at him, "I'm okay Beel. I'm just not very hungry." He isn't buying it but you leave so suddenly he couldn't say anything. You seemed to brush people off and be on your own these days.

He noticed you skip the lunchline at school to scurry off to a lonely table to finish up some work. He gets an extra plateful of food and sets it down next to you.

"Beel I said I'm not hungry." You try to say but Beel is having none of it. He snatches your stuff away. "School can wait, you need nourishments to work. I won't let you work before you eat all of this, MC."

Belphegor

This is heavily annoying to him. He sees you running out of your room, sneaking into the library to study at 3 AM in the night. Did you just wake up and decide not to sleep ever again?

When he tries to approach you about this, you act snappy and cold towards him. He doesn't mind - he understands why you're like this. He's grumpy half the time when he doesn't get to sleep either.

As if he needed more reason to resent Diavolo. Not only did he drag you down from Earth and now's he overworking you in school. Is this supposed to help somehow? Cause the only thing this has done is reduce the smiley chirpy MC to Lucifer version 2.0

One day he sees fall head first onto the floor as you try to flee your room. You stumble and shake as you try to get up again. "Okay that's it. Enough of this." Belphie appears and takes you back to your room, throwing you on the bed. "Belphie I'm fine I just need to finish-"

"You need to finish your sleep. I thought humans had better self-preservation than this. You will not get out of bed until you've caught up on your sleep" He tucks you in bed and stays there until you fall fast asleep.

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