#but this is a risk its just last time i took evening classes and it felt like the entire day was wasted

[bloatedandalone04]

➪the one where jack's career takes off and you're left alone.

Part 2

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, gaslighting, hehe

Word Count: 3.1k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

You were proud. Beyond proud, even. 

Jack’s career was taking off fast, you barely had a second to let it all sink in. You could only imagine how he was feeling.

The TV was on in the basement of his house, his mom’s cooking making its way down the stairs and emitting a growl from your stomach. Jack, who was sitting next to you, smirked as he took his eyes off his phone. You refused to make eye contact as your face heated up in a blush. “Stop staring at me,” you mumble as you continue to scroll through your Instagram feed. 

Jack laughed as he pocketed his phone. “I told you to eat something before I picked you up,” he shook his head as your thumb continued scrolling, though you were no longer paying any attention to what the posts were displaying. “It’s not my fault you never listen to me.”

“I listen to you all the time,” you say back, deciding to just turn off your phone as you had become distracted by him. “You’re the one who wouldn’t let me go to the store to grab some of those chips I like.”

He laughed again and scoffed slightly. “You have, like, three bags of them at your place,” he pointed out and you turned to face him. 

“But I don’t have any here,” you reply and watch as he shakes his head. 

Just then, the door to the basement opens and his mom calls down that dinner was ready, unknowingly making your shoulders drop in relief. Jack, who turned to call back to his mother, gave you a smile and shrug when he faced you again. “There, problem solved,” he said as he stood up and held his hand out to you.

As soon as you took it, the TV switched programs and began playing the teaser trailer for Avatar: The Way of Water. You were only half way up when you sat back down again and tugged on his hand. “Ooh, look,” 

Jack looked at the screen and felt his heart skip a beat at what was currently playing. “Seriously?” He asked no one in particular, his face heating up in embarrassment. He looked back down at you and his expression softened when he saw your look of excitement. “We’re not watching the whole thing, right? I’m probably not even in this one.”

As soon as he said that, the scene changed to show his character, Spider, in all his glory. You squealed in excitement as you tightened your hold on his hand and pulled yourself up. You wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug as you turned away from the screen. “I’m so proud of you,” you say and pepper his face with kisses. “Look, you’re on TV!”

Jack laughed as he wrapped his arms around your middle, the feeling of contentment washing away any ounce of embarrassment he felt at the fact that damn near every channel on TV had begun showing the trailer for the film. 

If only you had known that this would be one of your last good memories you share with him, maybe then you would have savored the moment a little bit longer. 

-

Jack <3: I miss you so much. Today has gone by so slowly. 

You smiled down at the text, hiding your phone behind the table as you didn’t want to risk getting kicked out of class. This final year of high school was brutal, and in more ways than one. 

Jack was away filming Scream VI, so the person who provided you with the most comfort was thousands of miles away. You were close to failing one of your classes, one required to get your diploma, and you recently had a fallout with your close friend.

So, yeah, things could definitely be going better. 

Tell me about it. Chemistry is NOT fun. I miss you, too, btw.

You hit send just as your teacher looked up from his desk. Hiding your phone, you give him a tight lipped smile and a thumbs up, something he squints his eyes at before he is back to grading papers. 

Your phone vibrates against your leg and you grab your book, opening it to make it look like you were reading from it, when in reality you were unlocking your phone. 

Jack <3: I still don’t know why you chose that over drama. Acting is fun and easy.

You playfully roll your eyes and glance at the teacher before typing out a response. 

Says the actor. 

Jack <3: Fair enough.

You hold back a sigh as you put your phone in your bag. You couldn’t wait for him to come home. Granted, he just left and would be in Montreal for a couple more months. This was probably the first time you’ve ever wished for a summer to fly by. After spending almost every day with Jack, it was hard to go even a week without him. The thought of spending damn near a whole summer without him had your heart aching. 

Two weeks in and you missed him more than words could describe. Stupid high school. Stupid long distance relationships. 

Even though he texted you every day, or called you on the odd day, it still didn’t soothe your aching heart. You were so young, but that didn’t stop the love between you from growing stronger by the minute. A year and a half is a long time for young love. 

Every time you looked at your phone you were met with his picture as your lock screen. It sent a jolt of pain directly to your heart whenever you looked at his smiling face and you silently cursed yourself for being so in love with him.

-

 High school ended, as did the summer, and you couldn’t be more content. You couldn’t be happier. 

September was nearly here, meaning the summer without Jack was over. 

That’s who you were with now. 

The TV was once again on, and like last time, neither of you were paying attention to it. Both your phones were turned off and placed on the coffee table a few feet away. 

Your body was trapped between the backrest of the couch and Jack’s chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you and his chin resting on the top of your head. It had been like this for days, with the both of you wrapped up in each other’s arms without any words being said. 

It was like no time at all had passed since you last saw each other, let alone a whole summer. Everything fell back into place and the two of you were reunited once again. You weren’t sure when he’d be called away for his job again, so you were spending every possible second you had with him. You hadn’t seen your own room in days as you’d been staying with him since he came back home, something you both had no problem with. 

If there was one thing Jack hated about his job, and he wouldn’t even go as far as saying he hated it, really, it was the months he’d spend away from you. He hadn’t met you yet when he was filming Avatar, so he only had to worry about missing his family and friends. Then he fell in love with you.

The ache he felt in his heart during the entirety of filming Scream VI was only completely dulled when he returned home and found comfort in your arms. The months that passed were only being fueled by his want to return to you, the one person he felt his happiest with. 

Despite knowing you for only two years, you play a big part in who he is and who he wants to be in his future. You are his future. He was young, damn near too young to be planning things with you this early in his life, but he couldn’t see it happening any other way.

He couldn’t see himself loving anyone else. 

That’s how the rest of the summer went. Actually, that’s how the rest of the year went. 

December came fast and that’s when everything changed. 

Avatar: The Way of Water was officially released. Spider was officially introduced to the world, and Jack had never felt more excited. It had been years since he filmed his scenes for this movie, and to see it all come together was emotional. 

You were his date to the premiere, something he had asked you months beforehand so you would be prepared, and to see Jack on the big screen had you crying half an hour in. The person you saw in front of you was one you didn’t know. You were complete strangers at the time of him filming this, and it was a big contrast to the version of him sitting next to you now, his hand holding yours tightly. 

It was that night when the inevitable happened. 

The movie was a massive hit, and though Spider was a character not many people liked, Jack was definitely a natural newcomer that had stolen the hearts of many fans. 

His Instagram followers grew with each passing day and you were grateful that the posts he had with you on his account were swarmed with kind comments. You knew that his career would take off fast once his movies hit the theaters, so you were prepared when your own comments began filling with fans of his. Mostly on the posts that involved him, mainly the birthday one you had uploaded a few weeks ago. 

Jack was called away for press tours and interviews and promo after promo. 

It was a miracle when he found the time to just sit and facetime you. 

The smile you were met with when you answered the call was enough to make you forget about the feeling of loneliness that had slowly started creeping into your body. 

At the end of the day, he was still yours. 

“Hi,” you say and place your phone on your desk, standing it up so you could go back to applying your makeup. 

“Hi, baby,” he said back and you don’t bother hiding the smile that took over your face at the pet name. “What are you doing?”

You drop the brush you were using back into the container and meet his eyes. “I’m just getting ready to go out,”

Jack nodded before a teasing grin took over his face. “Got a hot date tonight?”

You rolled your eyes. “Depends, are you coming home tonight?”

Your question made his heart skip a beat. Home. God, he missed you. He was sick of staying at these hotels with the rest of the cast. All he wanted was to come home to you. He feared he was beginning to lose touch with how his life was before all of this, and the thought of getting caught up in everything had his heart racing. 

“I wish I was,” he said quietly. 

“Yeah,” you trail off. “Me too.”

A silence took over and you finished applying eyeshadow before you looked back down at your phone.

“I’m just going out with some friends from high school,” you answered his previous question after realizing you never actually told him what your plans were. 

Jack nodded again before he gave you a boyish grin. He watched as you coated your lips in a shiny gloss before he sighed, “You are so pretty,”

Your face heats up and you refuse to meet his eyes as you begin cleaning up the surface of your desk. When you finally look at him, you find him already looking at you, his eyes full of love and longing. “I miss you,” you say as you grab your phone again. You stay seated as you hold the device closer to you, your eyes never leaving your boyfriend’s.

“I miss you, too,” he says back. “You have no idea how much I wish I could’ve taken you with me.”

You look away and chew on your freshly glossed bottom lip. “Can you promise me something?”

You hear the sound of shuffling and glance down to see that Jack had sat up to give you his full attention. “Of course,” he sounded unsure and you were beginning to question if you even had a right to be asking him this. 

“Maybe it’s not my place to ask this, but,” you trail off, unknowingly making Jack’s heart fill with a sense of dread. You continued before he could call you out on it, though. “Just, don’t forget about me, okay? Please.”

You felt pathetic for asking him that, but it was the only way to let him in and allow him to see what the change was doing to you without actually telling him. You were terrified of losing him and it felt as though it was gonna happen sooner or later.

“Y/n,” he said sternly, making you meet his eyes through the screen. “Nothing could ever make me forget you. I love you and I miss you more than you know. I mean, I’m in the middle of doing press tours for the movie I was in and all I can think of is coming back home to you.”

You felt dumb for feeling the way you did. Jack was living his dream and you were worried about him forgetting you when all he ever did was shower you with love and affection. There was nothing to worry about. “I’m sorry,”

“I love you,” he said again and you smiled at him, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes, something he noticed. “We’re gonna be fine. I promise.”

You nodded and continued to listen to him go on about how much fun he was having with the cast before your friend texted you to let you know that she was here to pick you up.

The call ended on a good note. A great one, even.

Things were going well. 

Until they weren’t.

-

The release of Scream VI hit Jack’s career hard and completely flipped his world around. 

People absolutely adored Ethan and were infatuated with the face who played him. Jack went from a newcomer with a small fanbase to millions of people obsessing over him within the span of a few hours. 

Of course, you were his plus one to the premiere, and you got emotional at the way he played his character, your hand wrapped around his. You thought back to what you were doing when he was filming it, still stuck in high school and thousands of miles away from him. This person on the screen was one you knew, you loved, and belonged to you.

That was something a few people didn’t seem to realize. After gaining over  five hundred thousand followers, some of his fans stumbled across his posts with you. Long story short, your comments were filled with hate and jealousy and envy. You made your account private a couple of days after the film was released. 

That didn’t stop them from filling his comments. 

She’s mid fr.

She needs to get away from my man.

Ew.

You can do better.

God, people were brutal. 

Jack had no knowledge of the harassment you were receiving, but how could he? He was busier than ever and was once again off doing interviews and press tours. 

You were alone again. 

You knew what would happen to your relationship when he became a big time actor. You were prepared. You would have to share him with the world, and you thought you were prepared for that. 

But, honestly, who were you kidding?

And what made things worse was when he slowly stopped answering your texts. 

He was busy, you got that, but he would go days without talking to you, some of which were his most active days on social media. 

It shouldn’t be like this. 

Just the other day you were scrolling on TikTok and one of his videos came up. You looked through the comments and saw that he answered one that asked if he had a girlfriend. 

The simple ‘yes’ made you feel both annoyed and reassured. You weren’t sure where you stood with him, so knowing that he was still at least somewhat involved in the relationship was comforting. On the other hand, seriously, he can answer a stranger’s comment but not a text from his girlfriend of two years? 

You felt like a burden at this point.

Days go by without a word from him and you were beginning to lose control over your emotions. Your eyes ached from all the crying you did behind closed doors, and your heart felt as if it was decaying each day you were left unanswered. 

What excuse would he have if he ever decided to answer you? He got so busy that he forgot to check his texts? His phone number was leaked and he was bombarded with random messages to the point that yours were so far down? 

That would make you happy, you think.

Anything but the alternative. 

He forgot about you. 

Or he forgot how to be a boyfriend. 

Or how to be a decent fucking human being. 

You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you got ready for your date with him. It was planned weeks ago, set for the day after he returned home. 

Your texts went unanswered, but you got ready anyway. 

This was a test - one you hoped he passed. 

But, as the day turned into night with no sign of him, you felt the last piece of your heart break. You also felt the last piece of your self control snap.

He failed.

You grab your phone and click on his contact, not bothering to roll your eyes once you were sent to his voicemail. “Hey, it’s me. Um, you failed the test I gave you,” you say and quickly wipe away a tear that slipped down your face. “I don’t know what happened to us or what happened to you, but I’m…I’m done.”

You glance at your nightstand and pause when you see the framed picture of the two of you. If you could turn back time and go back to how things were at the time it was taken, you would in a heartbeat. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you, I really wish I was. You meant everything to me and I wish you kept your promise,” you continued to look at the picture as you thought of what else was left to say. “Good luck with everything. I wish you nothing but the best, and, yeah. I’m done. Goodbye.”

You hang up and toss your phone on your bed, grabbing the picture afterwards. You stare at it for a few more seconds, and slowly your sadness turns to rage. 

Another second goes by before your hand moves and throws the frame across the room. It hits the wall opposite from you and you hear the glass shatter before it hits the ground.

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[mintwithchoco]

[CYMX-461] "My Roommates And I Were Playing Monopoly And Suddenly, One Of Them Lets Me Fuck Her Ass To Pay The Rent! Will My Other Roommate Be Okay With Us Fucking Right In Front Of Her?"

LOOΠΔ/ARTMS/ODD EYE CIRCLE Choerry x LOOΠΔ/ARTMS/ODD EYE CIRCLE Jinsoul x Male Reader

Word Count: 5424 words

Categories: smut, anal, masturbation, oral, more anal, threesome, squirting (?), just pure anal, commission

Commission Details: a big-sized of mint choco ice cream (2k-4k words)

Trigger Warning: mentions of alcohol

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"Come ooooon, oppa! It'll be quick, I promise!" Yerim said while dragging you to the photo booth.

"With this much stuff?" you said while holding up three plastic bags containing food and drinks for dinner tonight. 

"Don't worry about it! Just a few pictures and then we'll be on our way home alright? Please, oppa? Pretty pleeeeease?" Yerim insisted, showing her puppy eyes while holding onto your right arm. 

Goodness, she's so cute!

You sighed. "Last stop, then we're heading home." 

Yerim squealed with delight. You both then entered the photo booth, her hands dragging you along by your arm. Yerim's impatience caught up with you before you could even put the plastic bags down. She quickly inserted some coins into the machine and pressed the shutter button.

"Get ready to take your photo!"

"Woah hold on—" 

"Say cheese!"

◍───────

Yerim's heartful laughter resonated across the quiet street. It's been about ten minutes and still, she couldn't stop busting a gut over your face in the pictures you both took earlier at the photo booth.

"Are you done Yerim?" you asked, blatantly annoyed by her playfulness.

The dark brown-haired girl who was holding her belly began to calm down, before bursting out in another series of giggles once again.

"Sorry, sorry, I just can't get over how funny you looked in these photos oppa!" Yerim reminded you of the photos you both took just a little while ago. 

They turned out great in her eyes, but not in yours. Yerim had different expressions and poses, while you looked silly in a few photos due to the sudden rush. One picture that cracks Yerim up was where you were just a blurry thing behind her.

"Well, if someone cared to wait for a little bit, then the pictures would turn out good!" you exclaimed.

"Hehehe, sorry oppa! I just wanted to make it quick. Besides, Jinsol unnie's probably waiting for us at home."

You looked at your wristwatch. "Oof, yeah, it's already ten. Let's hurry then, we don't want the tiger to show its fangs again!" 

Yerim giggled. "That was unnie's fault! She didn't tell me about waking her up for class yesterday! You see, I-"

As Yerim continued defending herself about what happened the morning before, you both eventually arrived at your shared apartment after a few turns. Inside the apartment, Yerim then cheekily hopped on each staircase, leading up to the third floor. You tried catching up to her, but you're not taking the risk of potentially dropping the dinner for tonight — it was all on you as well.

The doorbell rang a couple of times, startling Jinsol who was watching a variety show on the TV. After clumsily falling off the couch because of the shock, Jinsol rushed towards the door to open it.

"Unnie!" Yerim shrieked out like she hadn't seen Jinsol for days.

“Jeez, you're so loud! You were only out for two hours!” 

“And that’s enough for me to miss you!" Yerim instantly hugged Jinsol who had a mix of concerned and disgusted looks on her face.

"Bro, that's cringe," Jinsol answered, but quickly returned the hug.

You went inside the apartment quietly, unnoticed by the two lovebirds. You gave a low sigh after seeing the mess in the living room caused by the woman who was still stuck in Yerim's embrace. Jinsol loves building and playing around with Gundam figurines, but you're not a big fan of how many of the small parts are scattered around the house after she's done with them. Even after you have countlessly stepped onto them and screamed out in pain, you never really complained about it to Jinsol since you knew that she wouldn't listen.

That is the truth of living in this apartment with these two — Choi Yerim and Jung Jinsol. One is an enthusiastic and extremely extroverted girl with no shame, and another one is a quiet, dorky, and yet chaotic girl who was possibly a man in her past life. At the very least, your apartment doesn't feel too quiet with these two hanging around.

After cleaning a bit of Jinsol's work on the table, you put down the plastic bags and got out the four boxes of food, three canned beer, and a box of two strawberry cake slices. 

"Stop getting onto my back, you're heavy!" Jinsol exclaimed. 

Yerim whined, "Ah, you're so mean unnie!" 

Both of them made their way to the living room with Yerim clinging onto Jinsol like glue, hugging her by the waist. Once you opened a box with tteokbokki inside, the smell disseminated into the air, making everyone in the living room drool. Jinsol didn’t waste anymore time as she jumped over the couch and sat down on the floor. Yerim joined in soon after, sitting beside Jinsol and grabbed a drink.

“Sheeeesh, this is a lot!” Jinsol exclaimed. “Can we even finish this? And cakes? Seriously?” 

“What’s wrong with them, unnie?” Yerim asked. “I’ve been craving a cake for days! They’re also perfect for desserts!” 

“Well, you better finish it! The fridge is already full from your yogurts and jellies. Can’t even store that beef tripe that I got from my mom yesterday.” Jinsol complained.

“You could just have a few to make more space, I don't mind! I can buy more!” 

“I could, if the yogurts weren’t coconut flavor-” 

You stopped the argument by letting Jinsol smell the box that you held in front of her face, the smell that she knew all too well — chicken feet. “Will this shut you up?” 

Jinsol gasped and grabbed the box off of your hand. “For me?! You actually got it?!” 

“As a thank you for helping me with my thesis the other day.” 

"Bro, I said it was nothing, really. Thanks anyways!"

As everybody has their own set of meals, the three of you — mainly Yerim and Jinsol, enjoy the late dinner. It doesn't hurt to treat them once in a while, so you feel just as happy as they are. Not to mention, it's been a while too since all of you spent some time together in the house. Balancing work and study is already hard enough, and as cold as you were, you definitely don't want to add social life to the list. 

"Oh yeah, can I borrow your notes from account class oppa? I forgot to jot down a few things." Yerim said in a muffled voice — her mouth was filled with food inside.

"Later, I haven't finished filtering it." 

Jinsol looked confused. "The fuck? You filter your notes?" she asked, emphasizing the word 'filter' with her fingers.

"It means making the notes more readable for me."

"Mhm, that's why I like borrowing his notes! It's soooo much easier to read than Professor Haseul's slides!" Yerim butted in the conversation, her mouth still full with food.

"Wow, dude. I really gotta learn some stuff from you. Can I have a bit of yours?" Jinsol points to your food with her chopsticks.

"Help yourself, noona. I already ate a bit before this." Jinsol already took half of your kimbap before you even finished talking.

"With a certain… professor perhaps?" Yerim teased you and took a sip of her drink, grinning from ear to ear.

"Hey, I thought we were done with that!" you groaned.

"Doesn't help when you're the only male student that has ever been asked out by the hot and gorgeous Ms. Saerom herself!" 

Jinsol was baffled once again with Yerim's statement, clearly showing her boomer attitude. She then asked,  "How come that I don't know about this?"

"What the— you didn't know unnie?! It was hot shit in our class! It's like this…" Yerim then continued to ramble all about the embarrassing incident you had with the aforementioned professor with Jinsol who was weirdly interested. 

Please, just end me now. 

An hour has passed. Your ears were traumatized with Yerim's story and Jinsol laughter. What an eventful dinner, you thought to yourself. The three of you were finishing up on your dinner, mainly Yerim having to finish her cakes. 

"Ooh ooh, do you both have anything to do after this?" Yerim excitedly asked.

You and Jinsol looked at each other before answering, "No, not really. Jinx!"

Yerim's eyes brightened up. "How about we do something together tonight? It's been a while you know!"

"What do you have in mind?" you asked.

Yerim thought to herself for a while, before her ears perked. She then quickly ran to her room. 

"I still can't believe you rejected Ms. Saerom." Jinsol said, giggling quietly right after. You just shook your head in response.

Not long after, Yerim jumped out of her room and hopped towards the living room with a box in hand. "How about a game… of Monopoly?!"

You and Jinsol stared blankly at the box that Yerim held up in the air. 

"I've got notes to filter." you said, and at the same time, Jinsol answered, "I gotta clean the toilet."

"Hey! You guys are no fun!" Yerim pouted, making both of you laugh out loud. "Come on now, both of you! Do you guys wanna play or not?"

You patted on the floor, signaling Yerim to sit down. "Alright alright, let's play. Sorry about that." 

Yerim smiled and sat down beside you. You cleaned up the table, threw away all the food packages and cans while Yerim and Jinsol prepared the board game. Once you got back to the living room, Yerim and Jinsol were already counting the game's money.

"Oppa, which one do you want?" Yerim asked you to choose between the five tokens. With no thought in mind, you just picked one that resembles a hat. Jinsol then gave you the money for the game.

"Let's do rock paper scissors to decide our turn!" Yerim suggested.

"No no no, let's go by age." Jinsol declined Yerim's suggestion, in which she replied back with a head shake.

"Not fair, because you get to go first!" 

"It doesn't change how the game plays!"

"The first player usually has a higher advantage to win!"

"And the first few Monopoly players went by age to play!" 

"So then what? I'm not falling for your tricks again, unnie!" Before Yerim could press Jinsol further, your expression caught her eyes. The "I'm so done" expression on your face said it all — it's the girl's battleground and you have no right to speak. She immediately ended the argument as she doesn't want you to feel left out. "Y-You know what, oppa, you go first."

"Eh? So suddenly?" Yerim nods her head.

"Well, if you say so. I'm still gonna win though!" Jinsol surrendered as well. A bit odd this time since it usually ended up with either one of them winning, but you couldn't care any less. You started off the game as Yerim gave you the two dices, and it marked the starting point to an endless night.

─◍──────

Yerim was sweating. Not because it was hot, and not because of the beer she drank. It's because of her current situation. Two hours have passed, and her roommate has been on the road to taking the win for the game. Almost all the entire property on the board was owned by him, and it is clearly shown by how much money he has on hand. 

"It's your turn noona." he said after buying a hotel on one of his properties. 

"Man, this sucks." Jinsol whined and rolled the dice. Both of the dice showed a three — she landed on her own property! A silent "Yes!" was heard from her lips before she made her move on the board.

"That won't last for long." he teased Jinsol who just gave a sigh out of relief.

"You mean my luck? The one that won't last that long is your money! Your turn Yerim!" Jinsol fought back and took a sip of her can of beer, her words are as striking as an anime protagonist.

Throughout all of this, Yerim was lost in thought. Two things were running around her mind — her game and her crush. On the board, she was at the worst place, where any move she made was guaranteed to land on his property. Unless she rolls an exact number of 11 on the dice, she would have to pull a Chance Card. Her money was also running out, so if she got unlucky, the only option for her was to declare bankruptcy and lose, or plan B. 

"Yah, what's taking you so long?" Jinsol snapped Yerim out of her trance. She was shaking up the dice inside her hands for almost a minute.

"Oh, sorry! H-Here goes nothing!" Yerim released the dice and it rolled to a number of five— 

Come on, come on, come onnnn! 

—and a four, totalling up for a nine. 

Yerim was stunned. Amidst the laughter from Jinsol, she needed to think and act quickly. Is she about to lose to this board game that gives her no benefit, or take a chance that she'll probably regret in a long time if it goes wrong? 

Fuck it, it's plan B!

───◍────

"Come on Yerimie, make your move~" you teased Yerim. Finally, this game is gonna end soon. I really need to sleep.

You noticed that Yerim's eyes were calm and her lips had a bittersweet smile — an expression that you knew very well. You and Jinsol call it the "I accept my fate" look and because of its rarity, you were a bit weirded out by her behavior. Especially that she had a bit of alcohol too. Typically at this point, she would whine about going to lose.

Yerim moved her token while counting down, "One, two, three, four,-" she stopped for a while, and continued, "-five, six, seven, eight, and nine." 

"Well, well, well, looks like it's gonna be between the two of us now, noon—"

"Hold on!" Yerim cuts you off, the loudness of it shocked Jinsol.

"Ow, my goddamn ear— you've lost Yerim! What else can you do?" Jinsol groaned.

"There's… something that I can do." 

"Like what, taking a loan—" Jinsol's eyes widened at the scene unfolding in front of her.

Without any hesitation, Yerim placed a hand on your shoulder, got closer to your face and connected both of your lips together. Jinsol's "Ehh?!'' was useless to Yerim's ear as she deepened the kiss. Meanwhile, you just eased into the kiss, instead of freaking out. Possibly because the beer has seeped into your brain, immobilizing you from denying her sudden action.

"Fuck my ass."

“Wha—“

The simple kiss then elevated to a make out, with Yerim acting as the guide to both of your tongues, twirling against one another. Your consciousness returns after a few seconds, realizing the state that you were in. As Yerim was pulling you in by the waist, sliding her hands under your shirt and feeling your body with her fingers, you begin to resist the fall into temptation— she's your roommate for heaven's sake!

Curse you, alcohol!

Yerim noticed how you were flinching around, obviously denying her actions. Putting a halt to the slightly forced make out, she smirked and whispered softly into your ear, "Don't worry oppa, I'm not drunk. I just wanna pay my rent."

"B-But Yerim, don't you think we should uhh…" Look beside you, and Jinsol was still there, with an annoyi— Wait, she's smiling?

"Don't mind me, just go on ahead." Jinsol said while getting up. "Don't go too rough on my Yerim, you hear me?" You nod slightly in response.

Jinsol then quickly made her way to the toilet, leaving both you and Yerim alone in the living room with your mouths open. 

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Jinsol closed the toilet door behind her and leaned against it. She bit her lips desperately — it has been a while since she'd seen a view so hot, especially when it's her two hot roommates. 

Jinsol once mentioned that she doesn't like both of her roommates in a romantic manner. In fact, she has taken an interest in someone else and made a lot of progress with them. However, when it comes to her sexual desires, no one truly knows how much Jinsol craves to get a good fucking, and she's not really picky about the details.

Fuck, how she just pulled him into it is so hot! Where did Yerim learn how to do that?

Jinsol lets her intrusive thoughts win as her hands slipped under her shorts and underwear, reaching towards her already warm pussy. A gulp down her throat, and she was half naked in an instant. 

This is so wrong. What if they found out that I'm touching myself to them fucking?

Her denial was thrown out of the window as Jinsol's ear caught Yerim's low moans, letting her imagination run wild. It can't be helped that she has seen both her roommates in only their underwear once, so she only has to fill in the missing details. Hesitation was evident in her eyes but as Yerim’s moans become more vocal, it breaks her out of the shell of anxiety.

A quick one wouldn't hurt.

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"I'm paying with my ass, oppa. Fuck my ass until you're satisfied."

Once the toilet door was heard closing, you both wasted no time making out once again. Being the fuel of this fire, Yerim tugged onto your shirt and moved herself to sit on your lap. You didn't back down however, as lust has taken over you, by grabbing her plump ass. The shorts that she's wearing were tantalizing at best. Her milky thighs were wrapped around your waist, evidently driving you nuts with a tent already forming in your pants.

"I've been waiting for this moment, oppa. You don't know how many times I've touched myself to you." Yerim words sent shivers down your spine, and more of it came right after as she pressed her lower body onto yours, letting you feel the warmth of her core. It seemed that Yerim did her research properly beforehand as she got out a small bottle of lube from the pocket of her shorts and placed it aside.

"Holy fuck, Yerim." Your head fell onto Yerim's right shoulder, enjoying the constant dopamine. You guide her hips by her ass, creating delicious frictions on each other's crotch. Whimpers and moans filled the room quickly, body temperatures were rising rapidly, and your undergarments were getting wet.

Yerim bit her lips, and with it came her anticipation. “Mmm, I knew that you were big after all oppa.” 

Your hands did a quick work of taking away Yerim's shorts. Her moans grew louder as you were now free to fondle her bare ass. Your fingers slipped under her thin panties and were met with heat and slick, which further enthralled Yerim. The tip of your middle finger trailed down in between her ass and grazed over her pussy.

"Mmfh, that's it oppa! Touch me more!" 

While Yerim undid your pants and underwear, you rubbed her vagina in circles, making sure she stayed wet and warm. Your cock plopped out, and throbbed with each sway of Yerim's hips. She then squeezed some lube on her hands and spread it all along your length to prepare you. Yerim begged and whimpered for you to put it in her ass as soon as you guided the tip of your cock so she could feel you fully.

“Please oppa, put that big fucking cock inside me! Please please please please ple— Ngh!" Yerim yelped as you smacked her butt hard.

"Shut up."

You rubbed your cock on her dripping pussy for a while, making sure that it was fully lubed up before penetrating the tight hole. Only the tip was inside her, but it gave such an intense reaction that both of your bodies jerked. Your hips lifted itself upwards slowly, and with it came a loud groan and your shaft getting deeper into Yerim.

When you successfully conquered her asshole’s resistance, Yerim wailed, immediately pulling you in for a hug with her face buried into the crook of your neck. Worriness seeped in as you felt a sudden wetness on your neck and Yerim breathing in and out profusely.

"You okay?" 

“Sorry… this is… my first time.” Yerim said in between breaths.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Uhh, okay, I’ll pull out—”

Yerim suddenly sank her hips deeper into you, making you both moan and jerk once again. “Oppa, please… I’m okay. I like it.” She bit her lips again, her body reacting to each throb of you inside her, before reassuring you, “I’m yours for the— mmh! For the night. Treat me however you— fuuuuck~! Treat me however you want, please!” 

Though you were hesitant, your body said the exact opposite as your hips began thrusting upwards. Both of your hands were on Yerim's sinful waist to guide the rhythm of your thrusts. There's too much for you to focus on — Yerim's lustful sounds, the tightness of her asshole, the delicious jiggles of her thighs, the alluring scent of her soothing fragrance, the way her frame perfectly fits with yours — it was all too perfect.

"Oh, fuck, Yerim-ah, Yerim-ah!" 

"Ahhh, oppa! You like my ass oppa? You like fucking this tight little hole?" 

Never have you nodded so quickly to a statement so true. The pressure that has been boiling up inside you was too much for you to handle already. But it looks like your playmate is already close to her peak, given by the mix of extreme pleasure that you're giving her.

Her body began trembling violently, followed by some incoherent curse words from her mouth and the spreading wetness on both of your crotches. Not caring how she is still induced in her orgasm, you pulled Yerim closer to your embrace as you chased your own as well. Enhanced by the feeling of her ample breasts covered by only her shirt on your chest, it was easier said than done.

"Fuck! Fuck! Yerim-ah! Yerim-ah!"

Yerim gained a sense of herself and screamed,"Yes! Yes! Cum inside me! Drain your balls inside this fucking ass oppa!"

The thrusting stopped after a while. One last scream of Yerim's name triggers the first burst of semen inside her. The second one fired deep inside her and it went along with her own orgasm once again. When the third and final shot was done, your cum seeped out of the tight hole, showing you how much you have filled your renter. 

As your cock softened and freed itself, both of your bodies fell to the ground, drained by how intense you were. Together panting heavily and catching your breath, you both giggled after finally waking up to the euphoric high. 

"Sooo, did I pay my rent oppa?" Yerim asked with an endearing smile.

You chuckled, swooning on the inside because of how cute she is, even in a messy state. "Yes, yes you did." 

"Hehe, great! Oh yeah, Jinsol unnie is still in the toil— " Yerim was then interrupted by a loud scream coming from the bathroom. 

You both got up quickly and looked at each other, confused by the sudden noise. Upon closer inspection with your ears, the scream turned itself into a desperate moan.

A devious smirk was painted on Yerim's face. "Oppa, you're thinking what I'm thinking?"

You nodded. Yerim stood up and handed out her hand to help you get up on your foot. Now in front of the door to the toilet, Yerim slowly opened it a little until a view was clear to her eyes.

"Ahh, fuck! Oh my god! I'm 'bout to cum! Ahh!" 

Sitting inside the spacious bathtub was none other than Jinsol — bottomless, moaning away without a care to the world and furiously fingering herself to climax. Her eyes were closed as well, so it gave you and Yerim the advantage to sneak inside without her noticing. The mischievous girl then carefully stepped inside the bathtub and sat on the other end. Simultaneously, you were getting hard again by the sight of Jinsol masturbating and Yerim taking off her clothes.

Yerim began drawing near towards the opposite end, fully naked and ready to surprise her horny unnie. She bit her lips and grabbed onto Jinsol’s hand, “Aww, poor Jinsol unnie, touching herself alone in the washroom.”

Jinsol’s eyes were wide open in an instant. Her face flushed with embarrassment, froze upon seeing Yerim in front of her and you who was casually stroking your cock. “Y-Yerim?! It’s not what it looks lik—”

Yerim shuts Jinsol up with a forceful deep kiss. The forced one was resisting at first, but eventually fell into this trap of temptation laid down by Yerim. As they got up on their knees, Yerim removed Jinsol’s top, revealing her slim yet toned figure. Your excess cum from earlier begins collecting itself on your tip as you witness the two girls desperately touching each other while locking their lips together.

A gulp down your throat and soon enough, you took off your own shirt and left it on the tile floor. Yerim noticed how entranced you were and suddenly thought of an idea to spark things up. “Don’t just stand there, oppa. Join us."

It needed only two steps for you to be right in front of your two roommates, your cock flaunting itself hard and proud, close to Jinsol’s face. After exchanging a few more kisses, Yerim switched her focus towards you by stroking you gently, making Jinsol watch in awe as you throbbed under her touch. She then brought the tip close to Jinsol’s lips, letting your cum stain them. 

“Go on, noona. Seems like he’s begging for you to suck it.” Yerim took the words right out of your mouth. 

Before you know it, Jinsol’s tongue swirled around your shaft, gathering the sweet nectar flowing out of your slit. You threw your head back as she then engulfed your cockhead, sucking on it to taste more. At the same time, Yerim continued her gentle handjob and started to fondle your balls as well, stimulating it once again close to orgasm.

“Deeper, unnie. Yes, that’s it.” Yerim praised and patted Jinsol on the head.

You can feel Jinsol getting further down as her tongue slides against the underside of your cock, until the tip of it reaches your balls. Both of you moan audibly with both desires finally being fulfilled. You summarized that Jinsol definitely had some experience, judging by how steady and rhythmic her blowjob is. Her cheeks then hollowed, giving your cock a powerful vacuum suck.

After a few more bobs, Jinsol took her time to breathe and jerked you off. Yerim also gave some support to Jinsol’s handiwork by spitting some saliva onto your shaft, letting it spread all over. She gave quick licks on your slit and beamed over the taste of you. Meanwhile, on your side, your eyes were just glued to the two working for your pleasure. To this day, you never even foresaw this sight to ever happen in real life. 

Jinsol then spoke out of the blue. “Get inside. I.. I need you.”

So fucking needy.

At last, the bathtub was filled as you positioned yourself behind Jinsol, making sure your shaft was almost in between her thighs. Jinsol moaned into Yerim’s mouth as you fondled her cute tits and tweaked her erect nipples. 

“You’re so cute, noona. Whimper for us more.” you whispered into her ear and planted a few kisses on her shoulders.

Jinsol was pinned by the two of you playing around with her body, diffusing pheromones all over. Her hips squirmed as Yerim picked up where she left off earlier, teasing her wet pussy and you rubbing your tip on her asshole. 

"Put it inside, oppa. Unnie must be dying to feel you." 

With Yerim's guidance, you break Jinsol even more, entering her back door. Thankfully, the lube on your cock hasn't dried up too much, so it wasn't really painful, given by how tight Jinsol was. She was on par with Yerim in terms of tightness, but hers felt more warmer. 

"Ahh! Yerim, he's so big!" Jinsol exclaimed, holding onto Yerim in desperation. She basically melted in Yerim's arms when you began thrusting from tip to hilt, which made Yerim smile. She loved seeing her unnie in full ecstasy as it turned her on a lot. 

"Take it all in unnie. Don't resist." Yerim whispered into Jinsol's ear. She then grabbed the back of Jinsol's head and slowly guided it down her crotch while she laid down on the bathtub. Jinsol knew immediately what to do after seeing Yerim's glistening pussy. 

A few licks in, and Yerim began squirming already. Her sensitivity heightened by the clear sight in front of her — her two older roommates having sex. Jinsol moved on to finger Yerim after having a taste of her core to release her expression being fucked.

"Fuck fuck fuck, harder!" 

You obliged, increasing the pace of your thrusts into Jinsol. Her body wobbles deliciously when your crotch hits hers, signifying how hard you're messing her up. It gets even more intense when you're witnessing the two pretty girls making out and pleasuring one another right in front of you.

The three of you were full of sweat, exhaustion finally seeped into your bodies. A game night that turned into a wild sex night surely wasn't in your agenda, but you were glad now that it was. 

"Ahh, ahh, ahh, fuuuuuck!!!!" 

Jinsol let out a loud scream, her back arched and her legs trembled violently. The oldest one in the room orgasms before the two of you could even reach your own, given by how she's receiving double the pleasure. Her slick leaked out of her empty pussy, staining your crotch and Yerim's midriff. 

Not long after, the knot inside your stomach grew tighter, your balls pressuring itself to release the tension. You then release yourself from Jinsol's confines and stroke yourself into your climax. A loud groan left your mouth, and alongside it came spurts after spurts of your semen. Two shots landed onto Jinsol's ass, while the last three covered Yerim's vagina.

Yerim was the only one who had yet to reach her own peak. As the first person who noticed it, you grab onto Yerim's waist and plunge yourself deep into her slit while your cock is still hard. Under Jinsol's body who was calming down after her high, Yerim replied to your action with a deafening scream and continued to do so as you thrust deep into her womb. 

"Fuuuuuuuck oppa! I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming!"

The first thrust. Yerim's body shook violently. The second thrust. Her legs gave out. The final thrust. Yerim's eyes rolled back. The plugged hole was leaking out with Yerim's juices and eventually, squirting so hard that it pushed your cock out by itself. A series of pleasure cries left Yerim's lips, not caring how she's deafening Jinsol who was still on top of her. 

You laid your back on the other side of the bathtub, gasping for air due to the lack of breath. Tonight's events were exhausting to the body, yet pleasuring at the same time. You then got out of the bathtub slowly and sat on the tile floor, close to the two girls who were basically cuddling each other, not caring how sweaty they were.

"You both okay?" you asked. Jinsol then gets off of Yerim and rests her arms by the edge of the bathtub, facing towards you. Putting her hand on your shoulder, she replied with a thumbs up. 

"I'm fucking drained bro. Thanks for that." Jinsol said, and both of you giggled.

"T-Thanks oppa. It was amazing." Yerim said weakly. 

"Can you get up?" you asked Yerim. Meanwhile, Jinsol was already out of the bathtub and finding her pile of clothes. 

"No. I just wanna.. lay down here… just for a while…"

"Alright. I'll be here until you're okay."

"Okay, thanks oppa…" Yerim then drifts off to sleep almost instantly.

Both you and Jinsol smiled, looking at how cute Yerim was sleeping in the bathtub. Jinsol then left the toilet to sleep in her own room after wearing her clothes and wishing you a good night. You can't stand looking at poor Yerim sleeping uncomfortably inside the cold bathtub, so you carried her all the way to her own room and let her rest on her bed. After covering her with a blanket, you left the room silently.

"Nighty night, Yerim."

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note; thank you so much for the commission fellow anon! i spent waaaaay too long on this (seriously, it took almost a whole goddamn year 💀💀) so again, i would like to apologize for that. and because of that, i decided to make the fic a little longer than what they have requested as a lil bonus for the wait. oh, i also hopped onto the jav title trend with this but honestly, i think i failed LMAO

it was a rough process due to my hectic schedule, but i'm glad that i made it through. after all, this is my first commission so i'm still learning as i go through. i just really hope that you're satisfied with the end product as i have poured a lot of time and effort into writing this to make it worth your money. :)

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[divineei]

TOOTM  one. to keep a promise

! ko kyungjun x fem!reader

a/n. this shit took so long omfg. whoever said writing was easy can suck my nonexistent left nutsack.

"i don't get why this is even a discussion."

"oh, cmon! you don't think the conflict around it is interesting?"

"whether its interesting or not doesn't matter because this shouldn't be an existing argument. if your partner or someone you love commits a murder and there's serious evidence pointing back to them, how could you just act like it's not even there?"

"dude, you're missing the point entirely. the question is not about what you would do in that situation, it's about what you should believe."

"that's so stupid. the only factor you should need is evidence. it doesn't matter if the accused is a long time friend, your partner, or even your child. sure, your judgment on their character is still relevant, but if their fingerprints were found at the crime scene there's just no way you can objectively ignore their culpability. at that point, you should either believe your partner is guilty or at best remain undecided."

"in that case, would you say that following the evidence is morally required?"

"absolutely."

"you don't think there might be other ethical factors to consider?"

"for example?"

"even though the evidence is strong, there's still a chance they might not be guilty. imagine how it would feel like to be innocent and have no one believe you, not even your own partner! by not supporting them you run the risk of seriously hurting them on a crucial time of need. and consider what this lack of trust would do to your relationship. could you really go on after seriously suspecting–and believing–they're a murderer?"

"are you saying you'd rather ignore the crimes of your partner, even when the truth is staring you in the face, just for the sake of love?"

outside of the ethical dilemma resonating through yoon yn's headphones, the girl shifted around on her seat. her limbs felt numb from remaining unmoving for so long and, even though the only companion by her side was her bag, the compact space paid no mercy on her back. 

after finding a comfortable position she set her eyes on the view outside the window. sunlight hued over the fields of grass and the occasional farm, making the rural landscape imitate a painting in motion shaped by the most gentle brush strokes. the scene felt so engrossingly peaceful, she could almost feel the gale caressing her features despite the glass separating her from the world. 

yn couldn't help but thank the scene–and the long lasting battery of her headphones–for giving her something to focus on, seeing as the ride to the resort her class was directed towards had resulted to be such an otherwise tiresome one. 

"YES!"

an obnoxious voice popped yn's bubble in spite of the maximum volume she'd set for her podcast. distracted by the sound she turned to glance at the very back of the bus, where the students grouped up at the last row of leathered seats frowned in unison at heo yool–who mocked them with the cheekiest grin one could imagine. judging by their sullen looks, yn figured the citizens had lost yet another round of mafia, a game they'd been playing for who knows how long.

she recalled when her classmates had urged her to join the game the moment she stepped into the bus, which she declined, prioritizing her tranquility over the headache she knew they'd give her, yet promising she'd join in the next time. 

after figuring out the source of that ruckus yn set her focus back on her podcast, purposely missing the eyes of the guy she'd been avoiding to the best of her abilities for days now.

just a few rows behind her, kyung jun's eyes never left yn as she disappeared between the sea of heads flooding the bus, and his scheme of intentionally leaving the space by his side unoccupied for her came to mind, especially remembering how his grand plan backfired when that fucking basketball-star-wannabe gave up his seat for her.

that annoying prick just couldn't get the memmo, couldn't he? to him, hyun ho had always been a nuisance; a pest that treaded on yn's heels at every chance he got–even when she used to hang onto the feared delinquent's arm.

"they're so loud," kyung jun muttered. he'd been trying to settle down the bittersweet echoes of his mind since the start of that damned school trip, in vain, since the blaring voices behind him made the flare that was his temper even harder to quell than any of those memories.

luckily, he needn't lift a single finger to make the commotion stop, and he was able to get some peace of mind thanks to his lackeys acting as spokesmen for his aggravation. 

on the other side of the large vehicle, kim so mi sneakily took pictures of the class president. 

"hey look, isn't he gorgeous?" the vice president called, showing what was sure to be one of her new favorite pictures to her friends seated behind: park ji soo, cha yoo joon and park woo ram. "doesn't this belong in a magazine? how can he look so gorgeous?" so mi repeated with a dreamy sigh, looking at her screen.

"i will tell jun hee tomorrow that you took a photo of him," woo ram threatened with a playful smile.

"oh yeah? what if i tell yn about all the videos you have?" so mi replied, pointing at the camera that always hanged around the guy's neck. 

"please do, maybe i'll finally seduce her."

"oh my god," exclaimed yoo joon, "you are so delusional."

"why?" he lifted one of his hands in response to the very serious offense.

"dude, you barely talk to her."

"woo ram, you have the same chances of getting with yn as me and yoo joon of breaking up." ji soo stated.

the guy in mention glanced at his girlfriend, seemingly unaware of the joke. "that's zero, right?" question to which ji soo only rolled her eyes.

"i don't care what you say," woo ram brushed off. "i know she's the love of my life."

"ko kyung jun!" called out so mi.

like a tiny animal trying to save itself from a threatening predator, woo ram jumped to the empty seat by his side, hiding from the vandal's peripheral as much as possible while the rest of his companions laughed.

"fuck, kim so mi!" he cried out, "you trying to get me killed?"

"relax, he's not even looking," revealed the vice president with a cheeky smile.

as if they'd rehearsed it, the four students turned around to catch ko kyung jun's eyes still set on yoon yn, and by the looks of it, he didn't have any plans to cease his staring.

"not seeing them together is kinda weird," yoo joon pointed out.

"does anyone know why they broke up?" so mi asked to her peers, who all looked at each other expecting an answer none of them had.

"whatever," dismissed ji soo, "yn is better off without him anyway."

"yeah, she's been around us a lot more since then." agreed so mi.

"i bet kyung jun barely let her talk to us."

"right? he looks like the controlling type."

"i would never treat her like that." acknowledged woo ram, making his way back into the conversation only to get beaten back down by the three others.

the time inside the bus seemed to work differently than the rest of the world. minutes and hours mixed up in a disorienting spectacle that at least seemed to follow the sun setting over the horizon. 

when they finally arrived to the resort, the only source of light were the numerous lamps adorning the streets and the inviting shine of the building before them.

with the bus door finally opened, the students of class 2-3 thronged the exit with overwhelming excitement. the trip had been longer that the teacher had promised and everyone was ready to get comfortable on their temporary rooms. of course, that included yn, who unfortunately had to wait for the rest of her classmates to take their suitcases out of the loaded trunk since her luggage ended up dropping to the back during the ride.

after everyone collected their belongings, the girl was able to retrieve her case at last. it was somewhat heavy but the tiny wheels at the bottom made it easier for her to slide the valise out of the bus' compartment. taking out the retractable handle, yn rolled her suitcase for at most six steps before someone else got ahold of it.

"what are you doing?" she questioned, but the guy simply walked away while pulling her luggage along and up the stairs.

"kyung jun." 

at the sound of his name, he stopped. walking towards him, yn stood right between the entrance and the suitcase-stealer. 

"what do you think? i'm helping you."

"i can do it myself." yn chided, staring him down harshly.

kyung jun had received many looks like that one throughout his life. from parents, teachers, students... they were all identical, ranging from disappointment to resentment and back. he was used to it. it was his day to day, how could he not be? yet he never imagined the same eyes that used to watch him with so much endearment would scrutinize him so cruelly. 

"you used to love when i carried your stuff." he reminded her, scanning yn's face for a spec of something–anything–he hoped could save him from the pain her gaze struck him with.

the girl let out an exasperated sigh. why couldn't he leave her be? why was it that, no matter how much she wanted to distance herself, he always found a way to squeeze back into her life? 

yn grabbed the handle of her suitcase and pulled. she wanted to leave, to get away from his side and free herself of his piercing eyes. unfortunately his strength surpassed hers, and she was forced to stay as he kept his grip.

"can you let go?" 

"yn," he asked but the girl just focused on the luggage he kept hostage. "can we talk?"

"about what?" she sneered, speaking with as much disdain her troubled feelings allowed.

"you know what." 

once again, she sighed. his antics were so infuriating; always pushing down the barrier she tried to put between the two. 

"not now."

"then when?" he instantly snapped back, then took a deep breath to stop his grating tone. "you always say that but then you ignore me for days."

"look, i don't have time for this." for the second time, she attempted to retrieve her case. "i promised i'd help with the preparations for the class picture, so–"

"oh, c'mon," and still, he pulled back. "since when do you care about this school-spirit-bullshit?"

he was right, yn never involved herself with whatever activities the school came up with. time and time again, they'd skipped so many classes as to not get involved with all those school projects they both deemed as meaningless, deciding to spend their mornings strolling around parks and nearby shopping districts instead. but that wasn't an option anymore, and yn needed some way to blurr the images that kept torturing her with the agonizing nostalgia of a broken relationship.

"promise me we'll talk. tonight." 

"sure," for the third time, she attempted to take back her luggage. but his answer was the same.

"no, yn. promise me."

with every fiber of her being, yn summoned the last shreds of her patience and met his gaze. his eyes held her captive, beseeching her in silence to unravel the troubles he was willing to share with no one but her, and the hypnotic pull of his gaze weakened her willpower to resist.

"i promise." she reluctantly gave in.

as kyung jun finally released the carry-on, yn didn't even bat an eye before snatching it up and walking away. however, as she made her way into the resort center, she couldn't help but feel frustrated with herself for falling for his tricks. all the effort she had put into avoiding him seemed to have gone down the drain so quickly, leaving her feeling defeated.

not wanting kyung jun to catch up to her, yn rushed inside the building. 

warm lights illuminated the vast entrance, composed by a lounge area with leathered sofas that accentuated the beige walls with brighter colors and a water dispenser conveniently placed next to the cushioned seats. at the center, a beautiful statue engulfed by faint blue lighting towered over everything below. the perfectly crafted marble giant was impossible to miss, looking like a still guardian watching over the resort's grounds. yet that didn't stop yn from overlooking the sign with the qr code needed for the resort's wifi and facility app.

following the arrows pointing out the way towards the elevator, yn got in and pressed the button labeled dormitories. the heavy doors slid and shut before the steel cage trembled, signaling its vertical movement. suddenly, the girl felt the air tighten inside her chest, twisting her lungs in a way that seemed to strangle them. oxygen got caught up in her throat as images of cables snapping and an imminent fall to her death plagued her mind. in, out, in, out. yn's breath increased as rapidly as tidal waves when the lights malfunctioned and in between flickers, she saw a dark figure out of the corner of her eye. 

the moment she snapped her head back to take a look, a faint bell announced the door sliding open. taking in the air as steadily as she could, yn grabbed her suitcase and escaped the cage of death. frightened and disoriented, she questioned if what just concurred has been a quick fever dream or reality. and if it wasn't, why did her mind torture her like that? as far as she knew, never in her life had she experienced something that'd cause this crippling fear of high spaces. so why...?

she shook her head and brushed off the uncanny feeling, dismissing it as a consequence from the tiresome trip and forcing herself to focus on finding the room she shared with ahn na hee and kim so mi, who'd invited her with overwhelming coercion. compared to the elevator ride, figuring out her way to her dormitory was a piece of cake. the girl left her stuff in an empty corner and took the stairs down towards the gymnasium. there, instead of getting scolded by the teacher like she expected, what greeted her was a plethora of different activities performed by her classmates. 

in the middle of the room, a group of students flawlessly danced to the rhythm of the songs reverberating from a large speaker, followed by lee joo young and choi mi na silently fighting for the spotlight, and being interrupted by ko kyung jun, who apparently had nothing better to do than to mess with their practice by turning off the music while his two loyal followers, shin seung bin and kim jin ha, played a very dedicated match of ping-pong.

on opposite corners of the gym, jin da bum, choi joo won, lee yoon seo and oh jung won were consecutively separated in two pairs, all conversing with their respective best friends. up on the second floor, cha yoo joon and park ji soo, who never seemed to stay away from each other, watched from above. on the stage, band members im eun chan, nam yeon woo and baek eun ha dabbled with their instruments to make sure everything was perfectly in tune. lastly, jang hyun ho and kim dong hyun busied themselves by organizing all the sport equipment laying around.

"yoon yn!" called kim jun hee from a large set of tables surrounded by the other members of the student council which, of course, included kim so mi and her friend ahn na hee.

with no sight of their teacher around yn walked stress-free to said table, although not before catching park woo ram pointing his camera right at her, which made the guy hastily turning to film someone else. 

"you're here," the class president stated. "we thought you got lost or something."

"sorry, i got caught up with something." yn replied. she didn't really care about these preparations, but she did promise to help, and yn wasn't the type to use that word lightly.

"yeah! i was going to text you but we've been so busy preparing everything." so mi ranted, sprinkling salt into the wound.

"i can see that," yn commented, deciding to ignore so mi's backhanded scolding.

"what happened, though? did you really get lost?" na hee asked. 

"no, i got stopped by kyung jun."

"oh, right. he was a bit late too now that I think about it."

"is that jackass bothering you again?" hyun ho, who'd come closer to the table just as yn approached, joined in and put a hand on her shoulder.

"no," yes. "everything's fine."

truth be told, yn would rather drop dead than having to deal with kyung jun. however, she knew that telling her classmates about it wouldn't lead to a positive outcome. after all, the only person who had the courage to confront the delinquent was hyun ho, and, given their history, yn was certain his involvement would only make matters worse.

in another area of the bustling gym, the noticeable trio of vandals were causing a ruckus in the corner. as they tossed a basketball back and forth, jin ha hurled the ball at kyung jun, who was too busy gawking at yn's arrival to notice. the ball smacked him right in the chest–a painful reminder of how his focus seemed to always follow after her. 

"shit, my bad!" jin ha exclaimed.

their leader squatted to grab the ball at his feet and got back up only for his gaze to fix back towards the girl who constantly distracted him and, of-fucking-course, hyun ho standing right next to her, as always. the sight made his blood boil and his knuckles turn white as he clenched the basketball in his hands, while his rapid heartbeats deafened any coherent thought telling him to settle down.

seeing this, jin ha and seung bin looked at each other before the latter sighed and came closer to his friend. throwing one arm around his shoulders, he spoke:

"why don't we go outside, man? get your head out the gutter."

"yeah," kyung jun agreed, seeing seung bin was clearly trying his best to support him. perhaps he was right, some air would probably do him good right now. "let's go." was the last thing he said before disappearing through the gymnasium's exit, just in time to miss the teacher entering from the other side.

after informing the class presidents about a problem regarding the other bus full of students set to accompany them on this field trip, he left, clearly in a panic because of the unexpected turn of events.

in the meantime, most of class 2-3 remained in the gymnasium. no more than a few minutes went by before the dancing group, who now were fixing their hair and makeup while sitting on the floor, called yn over. ever since they found out about her break up, the girls had been offered her to go out again and again, an opportunity they took to invite her to join their club with not-so-subtle comments. 

"oh yn, you should hang out with us more!" were the kind of utterances she always received from the class' cheerleaders.

mi na had insisted on brushing yn's hair. taking the empty stop in front of her classmate, she felt the bristles effortlessly flowing through the roots of her hair to its ends. the conversation was an amicable one. the girls often taking their time to butter up yn and saying how cool it'd be to have her in their club–until the self proclaimed hairdresser decided to dive into something she'd been curious about.

"hey yn."

"yeah?" she answered, eyes closed while enjoying the soothing sensation of the hairbrush.

"why did you and kyung jun brake up?"

mi na found herself at a loss for words when she faced the disapproving and critical stares of the entire group. why would you ask that? their glares yelled in silence, making her feel like she just made a terrible mistake.

"that's between him and i, mi na." yn abruptly ended the change of topic.

why did they break up? that's a question she'd been asked countless times ever since her classmates took note of their separation. a query yn remembered avoiding like a plague, long before this trip. only this time, a strange, guttural discomfort buried into every corner of her brain as she noticed a spec of something missing, unable to put together if the same evasion came as a reflex or because she couldn't answer it herself.

"right," mi na's shame, reinforced by the brutal glares of the other girls, took over her face as her cheeks flushed. "sorry."

luckily for her, just as her face morphed into a cherry tomato, a painful ringing roared through the speakers before the absence of light engulfed the high schoolers in deep darkness.

"c'mon! what is this?" one said.

"what's going on?" asked another.

"hey, turn the lights on!" resonated a voice from above.

a loud clang similar to a metal pipe hitting a hard surface echoed over the four walls, followed by the piercing shrieks of several people. helping themselves with the flashlights provided by their phones, the students revealed a white figure in the middle of the room.

"quit joking around." before any more screeches could be heard, hyun ho launched a basketball to the sheeted ghost, making it fall to the ground just as pathetically as your average cartoon villain.

with the precision of a well-rehearsed act, the room was suddenly lit up, revealing the mischievous culprit behind the childish prank. and lo and behold, it was none other than heo yool.

the collection of complaints from everybody present synced in a perfect expression of annoyance and the occasional insult. 

"guys, listen carefully." the class clown™ gathered his classmates' attention as he stood from the ground. "i've heard that, a long time ago, a high school girl killed herself here," he explained, playing the role of a surprisingly talented storyteller. "so there's a few things you should never do: don't look at the mirror and turn around at midnight. and if someone grabs your ankle when you're sleeping, don't look down. if you break these rules," he turned to the group of dancers. "a ghost will pop up!" dashing towards them with the form of a rogish halloween scare actor, he was met with the frightened squeals of the girls.

yn, whose interest in the paranormal had never been deep enough to scare her, grabbed mi na's hairbrush and hurled it towards heo yool. an action that encouraged the rest of the class to throw everything they had at hand, along with some despicable remarks and the teasing laugh of the insufferable rascal.

defeated by heo yool's stunts, the students decided they've had enough as one by one they exited the gym. 

"are you coming, yn?" so mi asked.

the girl nodded before answering, "i'll be there in a minute. i want to get some water first."

at the entrance, so mi and yn parted ways. she approached the water dispenser and took one of the cardboard cups provided by the machine. ever since the lights of the gymnasium had turned off, the girl noticed an unusual taste in her mouth that reminded her of her frightening fever dream at the elevator. she felt it at the back of her neck: something eerily creeping behind her at every given moment. was it possible that heo yool's story actually got under her skin? trying to brush off the uncanny sensation, yn took a sip from the refreshment in her hand.

"yn!" 

the call startled her, making the water get caught up in her throat. she coughed and patted her own chest as the liquid scraped its way down her larynx, like a tiny bug trying to escape a spider's web. once able to compose herself, yn glanced towards the voice.

"im so sorry!" joo won panicked in a stutter, "i didn't mean to do that, are you ok?"

"im fine." she wiped the water from her lips with her long sleeve. 

joo won and his companion standing behind, da bum, stared at her in silence.

"do you want anything or...?" 

a simultaneous no and a yes echoed trough the entrance, followed by a confused frown from the girl and whatever silent conversation the two guys were displaying with their eyes. 

"do you think maybe you could," joo won took his sweet time to mutter his next words, as if scared. "talk with kyung jun?"

"excuse me?"

what the fuck...? did kyung jun put them up to this?

"we just, well," the spokesman of the duo halted. "we gave some money to his friends a few days ago and we just don't want to bother them."

oh.

"so you bother me?" 

"no, no!" da bum spoke promptly and grabbed his friend's arm, pulling him along as he took a few steps to leave. "it's ok, yn. we won't bother you."

joo won released himself from da bum's grasp and walked towards yn. "please," he pleaded, holding one of her hands tightly with both of his. "he'll listen to you."

right as her heart started beating with enough sympathy to care for their situation, the front door opened. seung bin, jin ha and kyung jun walked into the building, the latter playing around with a basketball.

the three delinquents would've kept their saunter if it weren't for yn's presence, which made the group's top dog stop in his tracks. his companions did the same and all stared at the situation unfolding right in front of them. kyung jun's eyes stayed on the hands holding yn and after noticing his threatening glare, joo won leaped away from her.

"what's going on?" asked the fearful leader.

"you owe them money?" yn countered, her eyes flickering between the trio.

"what?" the blonde one laughed, brushing off the accusation. 

"they do!" joo won blamed, but instantly went back to his helpless self when met with the bullies' threatening scowls. "please, i just need it for my tuition."

the firm glare of the girl pierced through the tough act of the tamer vandal, making him drop his facade as he approached the feeble boy, closed fist in the air.

"fuck, man! we're on retreat, why are you asking us for money now?"

"yeah," seung bin joined in, defending his friend. "what are you, a loan shark? we told you we'd give you interests. give us some time, dipshit!"

kyung jun, who'd only taken the role of observer until that moment, put down the basketball he held and intervened to slap both of his lackeys' heads. "did you do sports betting again? huh?"

like scolded puppies, seung bin and jin ha faced the floor as they stepped aside.

"da bum," he called, and the guy lifted his head to stare at the bully. "did you lend them money too?"

"huh?" as kyung jun stalked closer, da bum's heart raced faster with every step. his eyes frantically scanned the room, desperately seeking any distraction from the intimidating figure slowly closing in on him. "yes. but i can wait for my money. there's no rush." with a lump in his throat, da bum braced himself for whatever was coming next.

"how much?" kyung jun's open hand grabbed the side of da bum's face, forcing the terrified boy to look right at him. "ill pay you back."

"you will?" da bum stuttered.

"of course," his grin turned into something sinister, which allowed only da bum to see because of their proximity. "in return play basketball with me, yeah?"

he faintly smacked his victim's face twice before coming up to yn. "everything's alright here, yn. see? no need for this." kyung jun reached out to hold her hand but she pulled away before any contact could be made. 

was she really so revolted by him she wouldn't even let him touch her? accepting his defeat, kyung jun hid his hands inside his jacket's pockets. 

"right," yn looked at da bum and joo won, who were currently being pushed around by the other two, before turning back to kyung jun. "in that case, i'll get going." 

"you're not coming with me?" just as yn started to walk away, his words pulled her back in.

"i'd rather not."

"are you sure?"

with a swift nod, kyung jun signaled seung bin and jin ha to go ahead and, bringing along the poor students they were about to torment, they disappeared down the hallway.

they were left alone, just like kyung jun liked it. only them, with nothing and no one around to interrupt their precious time together.

not a single second did he stop looking into her fiery eyes, which only seemed to hold a hostility that antagonized his own devoted regard.

"it's almost midnight."

both held each other's gaze, which kyung jun took as an invitation to step towards the girl. he stopped right in front of her and, unfortunately, yn's heart betrayed her mind as she internally screamed for it to cease its raising beats. 

kyung jun's hands raised to yn's face, completely forgetting her previous rejection. for a second, he thought of apologizing, since she'd made it clear time and time again how much she now despised his presence. but how could he apologize for something he was barely conscious of? he couldn't help himself, not when she was merely inches away, not with her. maybe if he insisted–if he didn't give up–she'd finally understand why staying apart was never the world's plan. 

"you promised me. remember?"

his hands were close. so close he could feel his fingertips grace her cheeks, a touch so minuscule, yet enough to make his skin crawl with anticipation. 

he was too close. 

yn stepped back just as she felt the fleeting spark. she would be dammed if she ever allowed him to touch her again, in more ways than one. or at least that's what she told herself as she fell right into another one of his tricks. kyung jun knew her well; too well for her liking. and with such measly words she found herself helplessly cornered by her own self-discipline and morals.

fucking bastard.

up in the vast dormitory area of the resort center, different groups of people were each caught up in their own conversations, without a single care in the world or the impending sinister feeling hanging over their heads like an invisible wrecking ball about to crash and destroy every single thing they ever cared for.

in her room, lee yoon seo was finally able to lose herself in her novel when her phone pinged. slightly annoyed by the distraction she took a closer look to her home screen, which displayed an app in process of downloading.

"i told you i didn't need this." she showed the screen to her roommate.

"it wasn't me." jung won answered, just as astounded.

our perspective changes and now we observe a group of various students, all gathered in one room. the class couple, the cheerleaders and members of the student council all sharing snacks and stories between them in perfect harmony until a knock interrupted. 

"come in!" allowed the vice president.

"hey guys," the door opened, reavealing hyun ho accompanied by his best friend, dong hyun, who stayed on the hallway behind him. "has anyone seen yn?"

"how come you don't know? you're always following her." mocked woo ram before taking a handful of chips from one of the various bags scattered around the room.

"you're one to talk." ji soo muttered, which provoked woo ram to throw a scrambled napkin her way.

"i'm serious." hyun ho replied, "i've tried texting her but this wifi doesn't even work."

"she told me she was going to get some water, isn't she downstairs?" just as so mi finished her sentence, one by one every phone in the room chimed.

notifications spread throughout the resort like a 14th century pandemic, resonating around every room as if imitating the never ending bells that announced the beginning of the end.

back in the gymnasium, joo won stood shaking below the basketball hoop with his friend by his side, eyes shut tight as neither dared watch the nearing hit from the ball.

"joo won, stay right there." kyung jun sneered as he prepared himself to throw. he looked up, targeting the net as he bent his knees, faked a jump, and sent the ball right into the boy's stomach.

joo won kneeled in pain, groaning and grasping his abdomen with both hands in his best attempt to soothe the aching sensation puncturing his body.

yn watched the situation unfold as she sat on the rubber gym flooring, otherwise cold if it weren't for seung bin's zip-up laid out below her. it had been kyung jun who'd instructed the blondie to give up his hoodie, since yn declined on taking his own. not a single word was heard from the girl ever since stepping into the gym as the trio took turns tormenting their two victims, until now.

"i didn't come here for this, kyung jun."

almost ten minutes had passed and she was still waiting for kyung jun to approach her and start the conversation he so adamantly pushed onto her.

"c'mon yn, let me give it one more shot."

he must've lost his fucking mind, thinking he had her wrapped around his finger to waste her time in such a way. fed up, yn got up and snatched the basketball out of his hands before throwing it away. it rolled towards jin ha, who immediately picked it up to quite the sound of the bouncing that only seemed to raise the tension of the ex-lovers' quarrel.

yn opened her mouth to give kyung jun an ultimatum, a last opportunity out of her remaining patience, when a sudden ding emitted out of her skirt's pocket. she would've payed no mind to it if it weren't for the other five identical sounds that propagated right after.

each person in the room took out their phones and faced their screens, which displayed a virtual envelope eagerly waiting to be opened. 

TAP TO VIEW YOU ROLE, read the text below.

"wasn't this the resort's app?" asked jin ha, to nobody in particular.

resort's app? 

she never knew about any app.

"mafia?" seung bin laughed from his spot at the floor and showed his screen. "what's this about?"

"what the fuck is this?" kyung jun mumbled with a frown, clearly confused.

yn brought one hand to the back of her neck as the abnormal sensation from minutes ago reappeared. goosebumps started breaking out throughout her skin and every cell on her body seemed to tremble uncontrollably while she stared at the little black mirror on her hand. which, as she would soon find out, reflected the last version of herself with any shred of purity.

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Be My Forever Valentine? - Eddie Munson

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Eddie Munson x Henderson!Reader Word Count: 4,141 Warnings: fluff, using the scene with chrissy in the woods again, set in '85, Requested: no | yes; I hope this meets your expectations, @fandom-princess-forevermore Smut: no | yes; A/N: Hi, friends! So, as stated in the warnings above, this is set in 1985, when Eddie went through his second Senior year. Pre Vecna, but right before the Mind Flayer & Russian stuff in S3. Also, Lucas and Mike have older brothers in this, and Reader is referred to as "kid" by Steve and "sweetness" by Eddie. BYE! If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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Valentine’s Day. Not the best holiday to celebrate, in your opinion. Mainly because… you never had anyone to celebrate with. No one had ever asked you to be their Valentine, no one stuck any secret admirer notes in your locker. Not even a platonic Valentine. The holiday just sucked for you.

You sighed, walking your way to your locker after fifth period, lunch break starting as you got to your locker, twisting in your combination and opening the door, a letter falling to the bottom.

With a confused look, you put last period's book into its designated slot before grabbing the letter and opening it, reading the words scribbled on the page.

Meet me at the picnic table after school.

You looked around at who would’ve shoved it in your locker, but you couldn’t see anyone. Spotting your best friend, you sighed as he walked over. “What do you want, Steve?”

Completely ignoring your question, Steve looked at your hands, smiling a little. “What’cha got there?”

Looking back down at the letter furrowed brows, you answered, “I’m not really sure. Maybe a…-” You looked back up at Steve, deadpan expression on your face. “- a letter.”

“Secret admirer?” he asked, leaning his arm against the lockers next to yours. 

“I don’t know. Maybe?”

“What does it say?”

Taking another look at the letter in your hands, you read the written words back to Steve, a knowing smile on his face. He saw this secret admirer shove the letter into your locker as soon as fifth period ended.

“Should I… go?” you asked, a little hesitantly.

Nodding his head in a nonchalant way, he looked at you with a small smile on his face. “Yeah, you deserve it.”

Taking a deep breath, you said, “Just..-” Releasing it, you closed your eyes as you continued your words. “-...don’t mean to the poor guy.”

“Okay,” Steve replied. “You got it.”

“Thanks,” you said, giving him a hug. “Oh, and Happy platonic Valentine’s Day, Stevie.”

“You, too, kid.”

Turning to walk towards the cafeteria, you looked at the doors with the smallest amount of confidence and the smallest smile you could give yourself. Walking in the big room, you took a deep breath, making your way towards the table your other best friend sat at.

You weren’t a part of Hellfire, more of an honorary member. Eddie made sure of that. The two of you had become friends after being paired up for a book report in English class during his first year as a Senior. A crush inevitably grew on Eddie, your heart racing almost every time you saw him, and today was no different.

Sitting down on his left, you sighed, looking at the note still in your hand, gaining his attention.

With furrowed brows, he looked at you before looking down at the paper in your hands, slightly stiffening for a moment before quietly clearing his throat. “W-what’s that?” He cursed himself, inwardly at his small stutter.

Shaking your head, you folded the paper back up, setting it on the table. “A note, I guess. I found it in my locker just now.”

“What’s it say?” Eddie asked as he opened the magazine in his hands.

With the smirk you were trying to hide, you looked at him and said, “I’m not telling you. It’s from a secret admirer.” With raised brows, the older male looked at you with what could only be described as a flirtatious smile. “Oooohhh, a secret admirer, huh? You lucky girl.”

Giggling, you brought one of your feet up to rest on the chair, your leg bent at the knee, your laced fingers meeting at the top of your shoes. “The funny thing is… is that I wasn’t expecting it. Like, every year I see these girls with either flowers, or teddy bears with balloons attached, or even those heart packages with the random filled chocolates inside. No one’s ever done that for me.”

As the rest of the group sat down in their spots, Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off of you as he swallowed his nerves, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with the movement. “Well, whoever gave you that must really like you, then.”

Looking at the folded paper on the table, you softly sighed. “Yeah, I guess.”

Your eyes stayed locked on Eddie’s for a moment before Shawn’s laughter brought you both out of your moment. Casting your eyes down at the magazine, you cleared your throat. “What’s that say?”

Eddie picked up the magazine, eyes reading the words on the pages with a deep, dramatic voice. “The Devil has come to America. Dungeons and Dragons, at first regarded as a harmless game of make-believe, now had both parents and psychologists concerned. Studies have linked violent behavior to the game, saying it promotes satanic worship, ritual sacrifice, sodomy, suicide, and even…-” He slammed the magazine down, making you jump a little before he said, “-... murder.”

“Don’t fucking do that again,” you breathed.

Reaching his hand to your knee under the table, he whispered, “Sorry,” before looking at Shawn, Bobby and Pauly, sharing a laugh. 

What struck you as odd was the fact that Eddie’s hand didn’t move from your knee for a good two minutes while he chatted with his friends before hesitantly removing it. A part of you was sad about the fact that he moved his hand. 

Two trays slamming down next to you made you jump, Mark and Danny sitting in their seats next to you. “Jesus H.,” you said, looking at Danny. “Don’t. Fucking. Do. That. Again.” “O-okay,” he stuttered. 

You weren’t the scariest or meanest person in the group. Being the only girl simply just gave the vibe that you were. If anything, you were shy, kept to yourself, always had your nose stuck in a book. So, when you were stern and cussing like you did a moment ago, the scary vibe was there.

Turning back to Eddie, you played with a corner of your letter, saying, “Well… society has to blame something. You guys are an easy target.” “You’re in this group, too,” Pauly said in more of a question.

“She’s an honorary member,” Eddie said, crossing his arms. He took a moment to get himself back on topic. “Exactly, Pauly. We’re the freaks because we like to play a fantasy game. But–”

As he went to stand up, you watched him, eyes following him as he stood to his full height. “You’re not gonna do anything stupid and embarrassing, are you?”

“Embarrassing?” Bobby asked. “Says the girl who’s friends with King Steve.”

“Shut up, Bobby,” you said, taking a piece of Danny’s corn and throwing it at Bobby.

Eddie’s foot on the table had your attention back on him as he stood on top of it, whispering, “Focus, love,” before shouting, “As long as you’re into band, or science, or parties–” 

You looked over at the party table, seeing one of the guys flipping Eddie off before your best friend cupped his mouth to shout, “Or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets!”

Protests sounded across the cafeteria, someone shouting, “Loser,” had you standing from your own seat, standing where your ass was previously occupying. “Shut up, Johnson!” Watching as Steve’s co-captain stood from his seat, you pointed your finger and said, “Don’t do it, Charlie!”

Completely ignoring you, he asked Eddie, “You want something, freak?” to which Eddie responded by bringing the backs of his hands up to his head, index fingers pointing up and making a humorous demonic sound from his mouth, his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he did. 

You sat down back down, your leg back in its previous position and Eddie turned around to walk back down the table, saying, “It’s forced conforming. That’s what’s–” before jumping off the table to shout, “Killing the kids!!” at a teacher, bowing not a few seconds later with his arm out to let a couple of cheerleaders pass by. “That’s the real monster.”

Eddie sat down, taking a pretzel from the bag to pop it into his mouth before readching into his lunchbox, handing you a ziploc bag of Doritos as Danny said, “So, uhh, speaking of monsters, uhh, Sam had to do his, uhh, balls-in-laundry-baskets game. So…” He started chuckling as you looked at Eddie, the boy's eyes on his laughing friend as Danny continued, “He’s not gonna be able to make it to Hellfire tonight. And I know there’s no way we can beat your sadistic campaign without him. So me and Mark, we were talking, shooting the shit, and we were thinking that maybe tonight we…”

Looking back at Eddie as Danny stuttered, you could tell he was going to be angry with whatever they were asking. You had sat with Eddie in his room while he was writing the newest campaign for that night’s game, the boy pacing his room dramatically as he read to you what he’d written, scratching things out or adding things in, giving your opinion when needed.

“Postpone,” Mark said, which caused everyone but you and Eddie to go into an uproar.

“Postpone? You can’t just drop this on us!” Bobby said, Pauly’s voice rang over everyone’s as he said, “Over my dead body!”

“Shut up!” Eddie shouted, causing you to flinch again, his knee touching yours. 

Shawn groaned, his eyes casted towards Eddie, the dungeon master saying, “You saying Sinclair’s been taken in by the dark side?”

“Uh, something like that?” Mark questioned.

“Something like that?” Eddie repeated, throwing the pretzel that was in his hand at the oldest Wheeler boy.

“Jesus Christ,” you and Danny muttered.

“And rather than find a sub for him, you want… you to postpone the Cult of Vecna?” your best friend asked.

Defending himself, Mark said, “I-I don’t want to postpone it. We don’t want to postpone it, it’s just that–”

Eddie’s knee leaving yours had a pang of sadness filling you as he got up from the table, the chair scratching the floor under him as he pushed it away, his body facing the windows.

“Most of the subs will be at the championship game?” Mark continued.

“Oh, it’s the championship game?” you and Eddie asked, your tone more shocked than Eddie’s.

“Yeah?”

“Can I level with you? Henderson and Bobby both graduate this year, Shawn’s got, what, a year a half? Me; I am army-crawling my way toward a D in Ms. O’Donnell’s. If I don’t blow her final-”

“I told you I’ll help you stu-,” you interrupted, only for Eddie to continue his words by saying, “I’m gonna walk that stage next month, I gonna look Principal Higgins deeeeead in the eye, I’m gonna flip him the bird, I’m gonna snatch that diploma and I’m gonna run like hell outta here!”

“Didn’t you say that last year?” you and Shawn asked.

“Yeah, yeah, and I was full of shit. This year’s different. This year is my year. I can feel it.” Eddie looked right at you and said, “ ‘85, baby.”

You could feel your cheeks heat up at the pet name before you blinked a couple times, saying, “You know what that means?” Walking towards the table, slowly, Eddie said, “Not what I’m probably thinking.”

Crossing your arms with an amused look, you countered, “And what would that be, Edward?”

“It means that these boys…-,” he started, coming to squat in between Danny and Mark, his hand on their shoulders, his right hand skimming your own shoulder every time he moved. “-... are the future of Hellfire. I knew the moment I saw them. They sat on that table right over there, looking like…”

“Two little lost little sheep?” you asked.

Eddie’s eyes locked with yours as he said, “Exactly.” Looking at Danny, he said, “You were wearing a Weird Al t-shirt, which I thought was brave.” Turning his head to look at Mark, he added, “Mark, you were wearing whatever shit your mommy bought you from the goddamn Gap.”

The boys laughed for a moment as you giggled before Eddie yanked them up from their seats, their laughter subsiding as yours turned into a chuckle as Eddie stood with Danny and Mark, turning to his left to add, “And we showed you that school didn’t have to be the worst years of your lives, right?”

They both said their no’s, Eddie agreeing with them while adding, “Well, I’m here to tell you that there are other little lost sheepies out there who need help. Who need… you.” Turning them around to face him, Eddie looked at each of them as he added, “And all you guys gotta do… is get your Bo-Peep’s on and go and find one.”

After Eddie pushed them away, he turned and locked eyes with you, smiling softly before coming back to the table, to sit at his spot at the end, stealing a Dorito from your bag, giving you a pretzel in return before you could steal one for yourself.

Yeah, your crush on Eddie just grew tenfold. 

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The last period of the day seemed to drag on and on, the teacher acting like they didn’t want to be there anymore, most of the class either sleeping or daydreaming. You were reading the letter over and over again, trying to almost decode it, in a way. 

As you were studying the writing, you tried to remember where you’ve the handwriting before. When you almost had it figured out, the bell rang to signal the end of the school day. Once you exited the classroom, you went straight to your locker, Steve leaning against the one next to you with his arms folded across his chest.

“Twice in one day? I’m a lucky girl,” you teased, putting in your combination and opening the door. 

As you put your book and notebook back into your locker, Steve said, “Heck yeah! I have to see my best girl!”

“Uh-huh, sure,” you chuckled. After grabbing your crossbody purse, you pulled the strap over your head to rest on your shoulder, closing the locker door. “Got a hot date tonight?”

“Nah,” Steve said. “I mean, not if you count popcorn, a movie and whatever girl randomly shows up tonight for a good fu-”

“Aright, there, loverboy,” you interrupted, patting his arm as the two of you walked out of the back doors. “I don’t need to hear about your sexual adventures.”

You both chuckled as you looked ahead of you, seeing the tree lines to the woods. Sighing, you reached your hand back, putting your hand in your pocket, the folded paper rustling on your palm. “I guess I should go.”

Steve put his arm around you, saying, “Don’t be nervous. You might actually like who shows up.”

You turned to Steve, giving him a hug before pulling back, your hands resting on his shoulders as you said, “Happy Platonic Valentine’s Day, Stevie.”

“You, too, kid,” he smiled. Turning you towards the woods, he chuckled before saying, “Now go!”

Chuckling, you started walking off towards the woods, your nerves starting to show as you made your way to the picnic table that you knew was sitting there. Standing by the table, you enjoyed the breeze of the wind, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.

The sound of a branch snapping pulled you out of your little moment, your eyes flying open. A squirrel running across some leaves had your anxiety levels spiking a little, your feet moving backwards before you even realized.

You had only backed up a few steps before you crashed into someone, your back meeting their chest as you screamed out.

“Wow, sweetness, it’s me!”

When the voice hit your ears, you instantly recognized it as being Eddie’s. You turned to look at him, a hand on your chest as he rested one hand on your upper arm.

“Sorry,” he chuckled. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Don’t do that,” you breathed, reaching your own hand up to rest on his shoulder, your head tilted forward.

“Sorry,” Eddie repeated. He stepped forward, bringing his arms around your shoulders with your own arms going around his middle, cheek pressed into his chest as his scent filled your senses. “Come on. Let’s go sit.”

The both of you moved to the picnic table, he went to one side as you went to the other. Deciding to act on impulse, you removed the letter from your pocket and threw it on the table. As you stared at it, you thought about the handwritten words inside.

“Hey, Eds?” you asked.

He hummed in acknowledgement as he sat down across from you. “What’s up, sweetness?”

“Do you ever feel like… you’re losing your mind?” You looked up at him from the paper, two chocolate eyes already on yours. “And… be honest.., Eds.”

“Uhm, ya’know, just on a daily basis,” he responded, a smile tugging at his lips. “I mean, I feel like I’m losing my mind right now, sitting here with my amazingly beautiful best friend.”

Yeah, your cheeks definitely heated up at his statement as he tapped the table a couple of times. 

“Even though we’re best friends and hang out all the time, that book report last year wasn’t the first time we’ve, uhm… hung out,” Eddie said.

“No?” you asked, a confused look covering your features.

“You don’t remember?”

“Ed, I think I would remember the first time we– oh my god!” Your words were cut off by Eddie pretending to stab himself in the heart, his back hitting the ground.

As he stood, he said, “I wouldn’t remember me either, sweetness.” He turned around to face you, brushing his fingers through his hair as he asked, “Do I have something in my hair?”

You laughed as he turned to face you, his arms crossing as he asked, “You don’t remember me?”

“Before the book report? I-” you chuckled. “I’m trying to think, but I can’t. I’m sorry.”

Looking down at the ground for a moment, Eddie said, “Middle School, talent show. Back when you were a cheerleader, you were doing your cheer thing. Ya’know, the… the thing you did.” He raised his arms in a cheerleader type way.”

You giggled as he continued, “It was pretty cool, actually. And I… I was with the band.”

“Corroded Coffin!” you exclaimed.

He punched his palm as he turned around, starting to say the band's name before pointing at you, saying, “I knew you remembered, sweetness.”

“Well, with a name like that how could I forget?” you said, laughing at the end.

“I don’t know,” he said. “You’re a freak.”

“Hanging out with you long enough, I turned into one.” 

The two of you smiled at each other, your fingers grazing the folded paper once again. You wanted to ask him about it, but decided against it for the time being, enjoying the moment you were having with him.

“Back then, you looked so–”

“Different?” Eddie interrupted. “Yeah, well, my head was buzzed and I didn’t have these sweet ol’ tatties yet.” He pulled his shirt to the side, showing part of his skull head and spider tattoos on his chest.

“I remember you just jamming on your guitar that day,” you said, eyes casting from his to the paper in front of you.

“You know I still do, sweetness. You haven’t watched us play in a while. You know we play at The Hideout on Tuesdays.”

“With your crowd of about five drunks?”

He winked at you as he said, “You know it.”

“I mean, The Hideout isn’t exactly the Garden, but you gotta start somewhere, right?”

Smiling at you, Eddie said, “One day, when we’re playing the Garden, you’re gonna be there. Right by my side. Cheering me on.”

Chuckling, you nodded your head. “You know it, Eds.” You thought about your next words for a moment, enjoying the small but comfortable silence that fell between the two of you. “Ya’know… you weren’t at all what I thought you’d be before we got partnered up for the book report. You looked so –”

Grabbing a small piece of his hair, he moved it in front of his mouth as he said, “Mean and scary?”

All you could do was nod, a small smile tugging at your lips as you tried to hide it. 

“Yeah, well, because you’re friends with The Hair, I actually thought you’d be kinda mean and scary, too.” He walked back to the table, placing his hands on the table top.

“Me?” you asked, a little confused. 

“Terrifying,” he smiled, sitting down on the bench.

Scoffing, you tossed your head back with a laugh. “I have my nose stuck in a book half of the time! I’m even remotely in the same category as mean and scary.”

“Yeah, well, your flattery worked with me.”

Tilting your head to the side a little, you couldn’t help but smile at your best friend. You cast your eyes down to the table again, your orbs finding the folded paper. With furrowed brows, you reached for it, holding it between two fingers.

When your eyes found Eddie’s again, you noticed his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, so you asked the question that’s been on your mind for the last two hours. “Did you put this in my locker?”

“I - uhh -”

“Edward Munson,” you warned. “Tell me the truth.”

Sighing, he hung his head down, his chin meeting his chest before releasing a deep breath. “Fine.” Picking his head up, he looked at you. “Yes. I did.”

“Why didn’t you just ask me to meet you here at lunch? Like you sometimes do?”

Taking another deep breath, Eddie released it, saying, “I thought it’d be more romantic.”

Confused, you looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Why would it be-” Then it hit you. Like a bus. Since your hand had dropped a couple of inches, you raised your hand back up, the note swaying as you did. “You’re my secret admirer?”

Eddie stood and shrugged, turning his back towards you.

“Why?” you whispered.

“Why what?” he asked. Turning to face you again, you saw a pang of hurt in his eyes. “Why I ended up falling for my best friend? Why I couldn’t tell you that every time your nose is stuck in your books, I look over and smile at you? I couldn’t tell you that I’ve been falling for you since I first saw you on the first day of my Sophomore year.”

You watched as he moved around the table to sit next to you, your eyes locked on each other’s as he gathered his next words.

With a soft voice, he said, “I couldn’t tell you that all I think about at night before I fall asleep is your lips on mine, my arms around you as you rest your head on my chest, falling asleep peacefully. I couldn’t tell you how in love with you I am, sweetness.”

Turning your face away from him, you sighed, wanting to tell him that his feelings were reciprocated. Feeling like you couldn’t, you closed your eyes before feeling his finger and thumb on your chin, a gentle touch that set your skin on fire. 

Eddie turned your face back towards him, his eyes dancing between yours. “Don’t turn away from me, baby. I know you feel the same way.”

Taking a sharp intake of breath, you opened your mouth, asking, “How?”

With a smirk playing on his lips, he softly chuckled. “Because you wouldn’t be here with me right now.”

Your own smirk appeared on your lips, your eyes lowering to his shirt, looking at a random spot on the cotton material. Feeling his hand cupping your cheek, you looked back up at him, eyes moving to look at his lips. “I very much would like to kiss you.”

“Good,” Eddie whispered. “ ‘Cause I was gonna do it. Ya’know… to test the waters.” As you giggled, he leaned forward at the same time you did, your lips gently pressing to each other, testing the waters.

It didn’t take long for the gentle kiss to turn into a passionate one; lips moving in sync, small smacks sounding between the two of you as you pulled apart slightly, only to dive back in. Unfortunately, you denied him access when his tongue swept across your bottom lip, asking for entrance.

“Mmm,” you hummed. “Not there yet.”

Eddie understood as he placed one last chaste kiss to your lips. Moving his hand to cup the side of your neck, he smiled that playful smile that had you weak in the knees.

“What?” you giggled.

“I just have one last question.”

You gave him eyes that said proceed.

“Be my forever valentine?”

The laugh that sounded from you had his smile growing, a chuckle sounding from him as you gave your answer.

“Duh.”

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A/N 2:  hi, friends! i tried to figure out if i wanted to age dustin up a year, but realized i'd have to age mike and lucas up, too. so, i had to add two different characters into the cafeteria scene, BUT just think of dustin and mike...? let me know what you thought! again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.

Additional Notes: i'm trying to add the character masterlists onto all my one-shots from here on out! let me know if it makes it easier for y'all to back and choose what to read!

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Posted on February 15, 2024 *Happy late Valentine's Day!*

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[jensensfanfic]

KISSING MONTAGE

pairing: imogen heaney x f!reader

requested: @aygfd: hey, I would absolutely love an Imogen one, especially there only being about 3 I’ve seen! I was wondering if maybe you could do an Imogen x f! reader where they pull a nick and Charlie and sneak around school kissing and all lovey dicey at home. If not that’s okay! Thank you :)

word count: 1.1k+

warnings: lots of kisses, sneaking around, reader calls imogen "Im", coming out via a public kiss, kind of set in s1 (bc of nick being single still)

☆part 2☆

—☆—

Imogen bounds towards you the second she sees you arrive at the school gates. She's so excited that she nearly runs into you but stops herself just short so that your shoes are touching.

"Morning," she greets you, sweetly, "Did you sleep okay?"

You briefly flash back to the previous evening you'd shared with Imogen.

You were at her house, hanging out in her room, like you did most nights. It was a normal moment night until Imogen had asked you who you fancied. She said she'd noticed you hanging around with Nick for weeks. Little did she know, you were hanging out with him because he was the only person who knew that you weren't straight. He was the only person you had told, and you had been telling him about your crush on Imogen, while he would try to convince you to let her know, to tell her.

And that is what you had finally done last night.

After she asked you that question, you took a deep breath and then turned around to face your best friend before taking her hand and finally confessing to her that you liked her.

It didn't take long after that for Imogen to lean forward quickly and give you the softest, warmest, most butterflies-in-your-stomach inducing kiss you'd ever experienced.

Now, here you both were, standing outside of the school gates, her eyes darting down to your lips as she also went over the night in her head.

"Not really." You answer, and Imogen looks concerned for all of a few seconds before you add, "I had other things on my mind, you know? Couldn't stop thinking about that–"

She cuts you off by grabbing your hand, surprising you. "Come on!"

She leads you inside, through the corridors, until she finds an open cupboard full of cleaning supplies. She ushers you in and closes the door behind her. "Is this... okay?"

"Uh... yeah!"

She giggles, and then you're kissing again, the hairs on your arms standing instantly as one of your hands finds its way onto the back of her neck.

You break apart a few minutes later when the bell rings. Not wanting to get caught, you both decide to risk getting detention, and you wait for the bell to stop and the corridor to empty before leaving and heading to class with sweet smiles on both of your faces.

—☆—

Over the next few weeks, you and Imogen can't keep your hands to yourselves. Whenever you get a moment alone, your lips are joined, both giddy and excited over this new and glorious feeling.

One evening, while doing homework, Imogen catches you staring at her. You watch her face, noticing the cute way she furrows her brows when she's concentrating. When she calls you out on your staring, you deny it, which results in her tickling you and inevitably leads to her smashing your lips together again.

—☆—

One night, during a sleepover at her house, her mother announces through a yell that she needs to 'pop to the shops to get some milk for breakfast in the morning'. The second the door shuts, Imogen smirks at you, wiggling her brows, "Alone at last! Wanna make out?"

"Uh... duh."

At some point during your little makeout session, you pull back momentarily. Imogen tilts her head slightly in confusion, and you say, quite simply, "You're lips are so soft, Im. Could kiss you forever."

She blushes and then you pull her back to you.

—☆—

Then there's your weekly 'friend date'. This time, you decide to go bowling at Hollywood Bowl. You end up making a bet. If Imogen wins, you'll pay for all the arcade games you play together afterwards, but if you win, she has to give you any and all prizes or tickets that you win in the arcade.

You end up winning, and then Imogen wins a cute Luigi plushy on a crane claw game. When it falls, you reach down to grab it, and she sulks, making a pouty face. You chuckle, "That face... so cute."

"What, this?" She asks, and then pouts again, to which you respond by tipping forward and pressing your lips to hers.

"Crap, sorry! We're like... in public."

"It's okay, there's no one here, silly." She replies, and then snatches Luigi from your hands and runs away with it, making you chase her.

—☆—

It goes on for weeks. You steal kisses at her house, at yours, at the park, in little hidden away corners at the mall, even at school. You both know how risky it is, but you manage to go months without anyone seeing you.

Being best friends, the only kisses you ever manage to get away with in school, are the little cheek pecks. You've always done it every time you greet each other at the school gates or said goodbye after a studying session, sleepover, or before walking home.

And of course you take advantage. Every time you kiss her cheek, or she kisses yours, you linger just slightly longer, or take the opportunity to whisper something cute or romantic in each other's ears.

—☆—

One day at her house on a Saturday afternoon, several months after your crush confession, you break away from her lips, pressing your forehead to hers. "Im?"

"Yeah?"

"I really, really like you."

She pulls away and laughs softly, "I really, really, really like you, too."

"I was wondering... if you want... can we, um... can we start to tell people. I think... I really want to... I'm ready to." You don't look at her as you wait for her answer, not wanting her to see how much you want this, how your eyes are near brimming with tears ready to spill if she says no. "It's okay if you don't want to yet. We haven't even said, you know, if we're..."

"Girlfriends? I think we are." Imogen gently lifts you chin with her thumb. "It's been months, and... well... do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Absolutely, 100% yes, I do."

"Okay." Imogen pecks your cheek, and then your lips. "Then let's tell people."

—☆—

The next morning, Imogen is at school before you, and the second she spots you walking towards her bench, she bounds happily toward you once again. She kisses your cheek, wrapping her arms around you in a hug. "Just so you know, I want people to know, but I'm just checking... are you sure?"

You smile and nod. "I'm very sure."

"Then come here, girlfriend!" She pulls away, grabs your face, and crushes your lips together, in full view of everyone around you.

This special, life-changing kiss sends tingles throughout your body in a whole new, exciting, and terrifying way, and you can hear the murmurs as Imogen talks into the kiss. "Scared?"

"A little."

"Me too." She pulls away completely then, takes a breath and smiles at you sweetly, then takes your hand. "But I really, really, like you. Come on, let's not be late and get any more detentions."

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𝕄𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕕𝕪 ~ - Ithaqua x Reader

This is my first written request! I apologize in advance for all grammatical and other errors. English is not my national language.

Ship: Ithaqua x Reader

Request from: zuruthekitsune

Notice -> Anxiety/fluff

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

Lakeside village.

One of a number of fairly large maps used to play in duo mode. The map ranked first in terms of its size, followed closely by the smaller Moon River Park, the second largest map among the three. Just behind it is the smallest Eversleeping Town, perhaps the most mysterious and shrouded in a fog of uncertainty, with its once-accessible school and corridors of unkempt streets. What happened there that the Baron has blocked off those places? No one knows yet, and is unlikely to find out anytime soon.

Today's match, the biggest stress and fear among all the other new survivors just took place on one of these three maps. The village by the lake, it was today's map drawn as if on a wheel of fortune by the drawing system, including the survivors. And also the hunter.

Emily, the only doctor in residence.

Helen, a seemingly blind maiden with a stick for assurance, yet smart enough that even despite her blindness, repairing the cipher machine was no problem for her.

Norton, on the surface a rather quiet guy seeming to be an observer, yet coming from the veteran class in residence. One of a few of the best chairmen of the hunter, as well as rescuers of his friends from the chairs.

Well, and last what a new acquisition of the residence. (Y.N). A freshman whose life in of the hunter can only be saved by a plea to god not to become the first of the hunter target. A young girl, equipped only with her not too large but old bass flute, which itself, despite its age and her father's former use of it, continued to sound as beautiful as before. However, what's the use to her of a flute if she wouldn't be able to play it while running?

Melody would only lose her charm and enchantment more with each step through breathlessness. After all, the girl was of frail stature, she wouldn't have a chance to last too long with constant running.

Even more so under stress and anxiety, let alone the pain inflicted on her by an unmerciful hunter.

The girl's luck, however, was to wake up by the shed, which she even ran into immediately. Just to hope that the hunter wouldn't think someone might be in the shed right now, much less notice her. The flute player's skills, were not at all easy. By playing her flute, she was able to accelerate her process of deciphering the machine, including giving that acceleration to other members of her team through the sound of the melody coming out of the instrument. With the only risk, of being detected by a hunter.

(Pov: (Y.N) )

My fingers moved across the keys of the old typewriter in a calm but focused manner. Who would have thought that cipher machines, would be so much like those old typewriters used by journalists, newspapers and also banks and writers. However, the difference was that this typewriter was attached to a strange box as well as an offshoot metal pole with a light bulb at the top, the light of which became brighter and brighter the closer you got to finishing deciphering it.

However, my attention, directed at the machine, did not last too long, as soon as a bell sounded across the map, suggesting that the hunter had caught the first person. Only after a brief shock from the rapidly spreading sound did I manage to look at the watch on my wrist. On it were four gray dots, but however, this time one from the prospector was a slowly charging red dot. In one small moment, I felt quite a shock and fear pass through my whole body. Norton was hard to catch. The man was quite canny and clever, his run in with the hunter always lasting until the very end of the match, or at least until the last two machines were left, but not just four of five. His fall came as a shock to me and the lack of knowledge regarding who the hunter was made the adrenaline in my veins began to flow twice as fast as before. Don't get me wrong in spite of everything I was feeling considerable stress. However, the knowledge that we had Norton on the team only calmed me down slightly. After all, I was still only a freshman in the middle, the whole brutal game.

After only less than a moment, the watch on my wrist, gave off another quiet vibration. In doing so, it showed my location along with that of the Prospector, who was now sitting in the chair. I was the closest… and that made really scared at the moment. However, leaving Norton could only have a bad effect on the outcome of the match. So, after not a long moment, I left the machine just after giving her the percentage of finish on the watch.

Norton was sitting in a chair just near the gate by the shed, but what really bothered me was the lack of a hunter beside him. No beating heart. Nothing. Silence, in the midst of the Prospector shallow breaths.

-Norton! - I called out to him quietly, approaching him quickly, but nevertheless remaining vigilant. After all, a hunter could always come back if he wanted to.

-(Y.N)…? No. (Y.N), leave me. Get away from here - Whispered Norton. This time no longer looking at one blind spot. And at me. However, despite his objections, I released him from the chair anyway. Only to catch the poor Prospector, who was not quite limping. He was out of breath again because of his asthma.

-(Y.N)..ugh. It doesn't make sense, leave me…. run away from here, he will only come here -

-Norton I will not leave you. We can't give up - I didn't listen to him, not even knowing why Norton so suddenly went from being a confident man to completely giving up.

-Freshman, we're playing against the Night's Watch… - As soon as those last two words came out of his mouth, I froze in place as my heart, instead, by itself and not by the presence of the hunter, beat harder.

Night Watch. He was as much a new hunter as I was a survivor, but he managed to build his reputation really fast. A merciless, wily fox. Quick and brutal in his attacks. While at the same time evoking no small amount of goosebumps whenever he used his skills. Norton's words only just awakened my awareness that, after all, no one had yet managed to escape from the Night's Watch. He was like a hunting predator, he will not let his prey escape from him like that without any reason.

I wanted to turn to Norton again, to take him to a safer place anyway, as well as to treat him from the wounds inflicted on him by the Night Watch. Only to be pushed away quite suddenly by him.

-Run! - Norton called out to me. Trying to still get away from me so as not to expose me, as I didn't even realize that our hearts, quite rapidly began to beat.

In an instant, I saw what I really never wanted to see. I never wanted to see one of my team members fall to the ground, stunned by the hunter right above him. Oh it was him, in the flesh. The Night Watch. Hiding behind his devilish mask. Effortlessly wielding a check as well as walking in a slightly slanted position on stilts, oh no one would likely want to accidentally or purposely get stepped on by this hunter.

I don't even know why, but even Norton's shouts directed at me did not reach my head. Just witnessing how the hunter, annoyed by the loud shouts, without mercy pierces the man's leg with his stilts, to then finally look in my direction after silencing him.

A cold sweat doused me from head to toe as soon as those neon glowing blue eyes of his at the mask, bore into my figure as if I were his next victim, which I nevertheless was. However, to my surprise, he did not move towards me.

And only watched me. And Norton just below him bled more and more. Merciless.

Awareness came to me more and more. The knowledge that I was playing against one of the most brutal hunters infused my head with poison, a toxin of fear mixed fear and anxiety. With each successive sending off by the hunter, another member of my team.

The last one was Helen, who clearly through her watch told me not to go near her. So my only salvation was to find a trapdoor, somewhere located right on the map in the field. An underground passage that would keep me safe and my head cool, amidst my increasingly aching lungs. He was chasing me. I knew it. Even though I couldn't see him anywhere near me.

My hope was dying more and more, only to be suddenly hit on the head by the sight of the open flap of the underground passage.

Looking around once more, I finally ran out, with little hope that I could jump into the finally coveted quiet place without the thought that I might be caught right away. Oh, how foolish I was.

-Little lamb I don't want to play anymore?~ - This sudden voice made my head spin. And my heart pounded as a frosty breeze enveloped my frail figure in an embrace. Only for me to be violently pulled away from the only way of escape at the moment.

To just after that I felt male arms catch me from behind, without the slightest problem embracing me and holding me in an iron grip.

-No one has run away from me yet. And you won't be the first, little lamb. - His voice leaked through me like venom, but it did not cause pain, only a shudder.

But this voice was different, completely different from the way he laughed out loud or giggled meanly.

-Let me go! Let me go! - I jerked in his grasp, as if my life depended on it.

Since it depends on this right now, end he may not have knocked me down or hit me, only caught and held me. Just after a while too, easily catching and holding my hands at the wrists. Thanks to which he now gave me a better view as well as a reason not to struggle better in his grasp. The sight of his gloved hands and also the attached iron shiny slightly claws. It made it clear that if I really didn't want to accidentally cut the veins on my wrists, I'd better not jerk.

Even more so the moment one of his hands embraced my waist. Lifting me up easily. In such a way that I wouldn't touch the ground with my feet. And all she saw were his stilts, which themselves were now covered in blood and mud by the conditions that prevailed on this map.

However, now, the position I was in was of little concern to me now. After what words of the hunter spoken directly into my ear.

-Good, clever girl ~ Maybe this time it will be for me that you will play your lovely melody? Hm? - I didn't even realize when the Night Watch pulled off her mask, or just picked it up for herself, when a quiet and low murmur was directed directly to my ear.

And I could have really saved myself from sending to Helena a percentage of faster decoding.

-Did you lose your tongue sheepishly? ~ - He asked again, come this time his voice caused a shudder in my body, completely different and on top of that strange for me.

-Lovely frightened sheep ~ - In an instant he tightened his grip on me.

Only to then turn towards the shed. Pulling away, and me, away from the only way of my escape.

-I want to hear your melody, little one. And no matter how many times you beg me, I will listen to it ~ - And I could have given today's match to someone else after all.

My god...

#identity v #idv #idv night watch #idv ithaqua #ithaqua #ithaqua x reader #identity v x reader #night watch #x reader

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"For Mahiru's sake"

I have seen some arguements that, yes, if Amane is able to deck Shidou, it would indeed be a skill issue and all that However "we still must vote Amane guilty in order to protect Mahiru"

Ignoring all the things like "subjecting a torture victim to further torture" and "there is no guarantee that another guilty vote would restrain Amane enough to stop her" and "It isn't a case of when or if, Fuuta is literally already implied to be in Amane's cult and he has an inno vote meaning Amane could just ask him to act on her behalf"

I want to object to this on the grounds that Mahiru herself would not approve of it.

Firstly: Why did Mahiru forgive Kotoko? I think many people saw Mahiru forgiving Kotoko and took it at a surface level "Oh such a kind heart poor Mahiru has~" Perhaps some with concern "If she's willing to forgive a woman that almost killed her what else is she willing to put up with?!" I too have shared these concerns for her But I think there is an oft overlooked explanation, one deeper to Mahiru's true nature

"An ideal she can't concede on" It's no secret Kotoko views herself as a vessel for justice, dehumanising herself into a mere tool, Es' "Fang" And to Kotoko, justice can only be delivered in the most visceral, corporal satisfying way So it is completely understandable, that upon being told Mikoto, Mahiru, Fuuta and Amane had commited injustices. Kotoko's only reaction could've been a violent beatdown (until she got stopped by Kazui at least) Why would Mahiru care about that? Because, dear reader, Mahiru too has a belief she cannot concede on

Both Mahiru and Shidou say they'll do anything for love and its likely that conviction that lead them both to MILGRAM Shidou would take the hearts of a million paitents if his wife's would beat again. Mahiru, even after two trials... honestly doesn't have much to say about her boyfriend... But everything she did, she did for love and thus she has no regrets

Mahiru even directly draws a link between herself and Kotoko here.

So why can't Mahiru deny Kotoko's ideals? Because she'd be denying a piece of herself too

And if we're going off Mahiru's logic, she wouldn't want us to permit her ideals whilst denying Amane's

Ok, but, who cares what Mahiru wants, right? Useless weaklings should just shut up and let us protect them! Especially given how fragile Mahiru must be... A concern I've seen a lot is that even if Mahiru isn't the target, if Shidou becomes incapacitated, she'll potentially die too A lot of people voted Mahiru innocent on the basis that another guilty could be fatal to her. Now Mahiru does seem pretty badly injured, and while we don't know the basis of the care Shidou and Yuno are providing, it must be severe to require two round-the-clock carers

Despite this, while Mahiru certainly isn't comfortable, it does seem like physically she is mostly stable. Even without Shidou, Yuno has recently spoken about how out of normality, she can't let someone in front of her die. So she'd probably continue to help keep Mahiru clean and fed even if she can't help with more complicated things (and we know Yuno isn't at risk because Amane talked to her without giving her a big threat about breaking taboo) This is also total speculation on my part, but I have a feeling by the time trial 3 rolls around, Mahiru will still be in her wheelchair heavily injured, but she will have recovered some more of her strength. Wheelchairs can move faster than I can run to begin with (Source: Guy I used to share a class with always beat me in foot/wheel races) but in addition Mahiru could already (with great difficulty and probably with risk of exaccerbating her injury) walk/run to some degree before getting her chair I mean this not to discount her, but to say that she is not entirely without defence/method of evasion should Amane attack Even more speculation-y: After Kazui missed Kotoko's attack last time, I would hope that the prisoners have some sort of Kazui-alert system to ensure he wouldn't be so late to a surprise attack again that could be used if Amane comes after them too

Whilst Jackalope states it was Shidou's treatments that saved Mahiru directly after Kotoko's attacks When it came to Shidou telling Es about the threat to Mahiru's life, the topic was her mental health

Mahiru's innocent verdict will affirm her ideas about love and probably give her some more willpower

Will it be enough to protect her if Amane attacks her? I don't know!

But the sad truth is we are already aboard the pain train. We are trying to play 4D chess with a pigeon determined to knock our favourite pieces off the board. There's a lot of factors we can't account for, Kotoko for example, if voted guilty may not attack anyone or maybe she'll attack Haruka and Muu (or any other guilties) because she still sees them as injustice or maybe she'll attack the innocents because she can no longer trust our judgement of who committed injustice. We can't even confidently say what a T2 guilty looks like yet, so far two prisoners are voted guilty. Haruka is a seemingly bedridden hikikomori meanwhile Muu seems completely unaffected. We have no idea what'll happen with them until it does and how it'll affect the rest of this mess.

The only thing we have power over is a single, overly binary choice: To forgive or not forgive

And personally, I don't think Shidou or Mahiru is worth the continued punishment of a 12 year old. (idk why you're voting though so no offense if you think differnetly but I hope this was a good perspective)

#amane momose #milgram #ミルグラム #rambling

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the new sorcerer supreme pt2

Read Part 1 here See my full list of works here!

Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: @rmoonstoner

Summary: Loki explains how he survived and you explain why you were looking for the Sorcerer Supreme

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: mentions of Thanos; derogatory use of the word 'Whore'; talks of grieving; mention of The Snap

Your shields dropped the moment Loki's voice reverberated through the small room, the rune on your arm disappearing and indicating to you that the loan of powers had reached its conclusion. He stepped out of the shadows, the air leaving your lungs once his face came into view, his eyes so visibly filled with longing, shining with unshed tears. 

"Brother?" you heard Thor croak from the door. It was only then that you realized you'd been walking further into the room for several steps, now standing a mere few feet away from the god you'd  thought was gone for the last eight years. "How--?" 

"It takes more than a strong grip to end me, Brother," he said with a somber smile. "Though I must admit it took longer than expected to heal from my injuries on that ship. I first needed to get my body to a place where once I'd healed it, I would be able to breathe, considering that the vessel we were on exploded and I was no better than space debris--"

"Hold on," you spoke up, holding your hand up in the air like a child in class.

This caused Loki to let out a rough chuckle, sounding as if he didn't even know how to utter the sound anymore, holding your hand in his and bringing it to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles. "Yes, darling?" 

The seamlessness with which he performed that gesture almost felt like a balm to your shattered heart, giving you a touch of comfort despite the knowledge that there were still most definitely threats coming your way to try destroying you for participating in the slaughter of Thanos three years ago. Almost as if what ever would happen, it no longer mattered. He was here. He was alive.

"I--You said 'get your body somewhere'. You're talking as if you--Holy shit." You watched with slacked jaw as another image of Loki departed from his body, visible to the naked eye but…translucent. You could quite literally see through him. You dropped his hand in alarm, turning to Thor. "Doesn't Strange do something like this?" The blond Asgardian could only look with wide eyes as he nodded his confirmation.

"This is how I survived," Loki explained. "I was able to depart my physical form and heal it, but it took time. Longer than I hoped it would." 

"Seven years," you thought aloud, thinking about your conversation with Stephen and Wong before you set out for New Asgard. "Stephen said that he was Sorcerer Supreme until last year, and then he felt his augmented powers waning, and he knew that someone else held the title. That he sensed that energy here now, in New Asgard." You looked into the eyes of the translucent Loki. "Your energy," you prompted, seeing if he would confirm your suspicions.

The projection of the raven-haired god nodded at you. "Mine. I spent years healing my body to get myself to a state where my soul could reunite with my body without running the risk of having the two consolidate with one another incorrectly."

You thought back to outside the room. The peculiar presence that was communicating with you before the door opened. "Was that you? Outside?" You pointed toward the living room area as you asked him. 

The projection of him smiled at you, nodding again. "Couldn't help myself, darling. I'd been spending the last year honing my newfound powers, making sure that I would be strong enough to keep you safe from any threats that might find their way to you. And instead you found your way to me. I had to hold you, even if it was just in this form."

"Well maybe you could come back to your body and you can hold me for real, Mischief," you choked out, your heart stuck in your throat once again as you watched the projection reunite with his body. 

Tears welled up in your eyes as he closed the distance between you, finally wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a tight embrace. You felt your feet leave the ground as he swayed you slightly, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I've missed you, my love," he whispered in your ear. 

When you caught sight of the tear-stricken god behind him, you whispered back, "I've missed you, too. More than you know. And I know that you're not one for showing affection toward your family but maybe this time you'll make an exception? Because I'm pretty sure your brother missed you almost as much as I did." 

He set you down on your feet, tucking his fingers under  your chin before placing a soft kiss on your lips that made your heart feel like a few more pieces had set themselves back into place. "I'll be with you again in a few moments, darling." He walked toward his brother and the tears began to roll down your face as you watched them pull each other into a brotherly hug, the formerly desolate blond visibly refusing to let Loki go. "I've missed you, too, Brother." 

"I will leave you and Lady Y/N to discuss her matters," the god of thunder said, sniffling. "Perhaps once that is concluded we can all catch up in the evening?" 

You could practically hear Loki smiling as he said, "I would like that, Brother. We will see you in the evening." 

"I will see you both in the evening. Brother." Thor relinquished his brother from his hold and shifted his gaze to address you. "Sister." 

"Thor," you answered, nodding his way as he walked out of the house. 

Once the front door closed, Loki turned to look at you with an amused look on his face. "Sister?" 

You reached into your shirt and pulled out the chain around your neck, holding an emerald engagement ring, knowing it would explain why Thor had just called you what he did. 

"He swore to keep his mouth shut," he commented, shaking his head, the smile remaining on his face. 

"Well to be fair, he did for a while," you retorted. "Honestly I think he did it as a last ditch attempt to convince me to help." 

He made his way over to you, taking your hands in his as he led you to the couch in the living room, guiding you as you settled yourselves across the seat, your back nestled snugly against his chest, his chin lightly resting atop your head. "What have I missed, darling?" 

"We can start with Wakanda," you began. "I didn't see when Thor arrived at the battle, I was outnumbered taking on a fleet of Thanos' foot soldiers. I didn't see him until he was already in the thick of the battle, and I just assumed that…you were with him. That I just hadn't seen you yet, and that you hadn't found me, either." Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you recalled what happened afterward. "I watched my friends turn into dust," you choked out.

You let out a slow exhale as he held you tighter, wrapping an arm around you as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "I'm so sorry, my darling. Seeing that must have been terrifying--"

"The only thing running through my mind at the time was that…I had to find you," you spoke through your tears. "I thought you were there, somewhere in the battlefield. I called out your name but nobody answered, and I thought--"

"That I'd turned to dust as well," he finished, sounding as if the air had left his lungs, too.

"And then I found Thor. Turns out it was much worse than you turning to dust." The tears rolled down your cheeks in hot streaks of anguish as you struggled to continue. "He told me what happened on the ship. And I didn't talk to anyone for days. Until we had the opportunity to kill Thanos, and instead of taking the bus along with the rest of the team, I found myself taking a shortcut so I could torture the bastard myself." 

He froze behind you. "Y/N, my love, what do you mean?" 

"It was a really lousy way to find out I could wield Thor's weapons," you said with a scoff. "I accidentally summoned Stormbreaker. And the Bifrost. Next thing I knew I was in the son of a bitch's garden, and I went at him with every ounce of fury I had. I wanted him know my pain when he ripped you from me. There was nothing in this world at that moment that could have brought me more peace than watching the light leave his eyes." The feel of him pressing more kisses to the back of your head helped to ground you to the present moment, keeping you from getting caught in the current of your tragic memories. "Of course, I wasn't strong enough to deliver the final blow. That was all Thor." 

"He killed the mad brute? My brother?" The pride was audible in Loki's tone, letting out a deep chuckle as you nodded your confirmation. 

"After that neither of us spoke to anyone, even to each other, for years." You shifted in his arms to look up at his face. "Did you know he got fat?" His chuckled reaction brought you out of your darker mood. "Shocked me too when he knocked on my door after five years, adding himself to the list of friends who tried to get me to help them reversing Thanos' snap." 

"You refused them?" You could hear how taken aback he was at your words, the confusion made even more evident by the furrowing his brows. Understandable. These people were your friends; he was around at a time when you would have done just about anything for these people, so it wouldn't make sense to him why you would refuse to aid them in something so monumental.

"I didn't see the point," you answered him plainly. "If I helped them, and we were successful, everyone who got dusted would come back. What good would that do for me?" 

Tears welled up in his eyes at your words. "Oh, my darling mortal…" He leaned in to press his lips to yours in a soft kiss. "I'm sorry that my absence from your life had hardened you so. If I'd known--"

"Don't do that," you cut him off, placing your hand on the side of his face. "Don't blame yourself for how I mourned. This wasn't your fault." He placed his hand over yours, keeping it in place as he pressed his lips to your palm. "Anyway, after multiple attempts from the team, Thor showed up, banging on my door, looking like he'd seen better days. Told me that if I wasn't going to help our team bring our friends back, then I could at least have the chance to kill the murderer of the man who would have been my fiancé. Had he actually made it back to Midgard." 

As the tears began to fall down your cheeks once more, Loki wrapped his arms around you again, holding you as if you would fade away if he didn't. Or as if he would. 

You stayed like that for a while, calming yourselves, mostly you trying to adjust to your new reality, that your love was here. By some kindness of the cosmos or the fates or whoever it was, he'd returned to you. When you felt you weren't about to burst into tears anymore, you spoke again. "He gave me the ring, told me that before Asgard burst into a billion pieces because you two decided to invoke Ragnarok to stop your certifiable sister, you found time to take this from your mother's dresser. That you intended to propose when you got back. Then he told me to do with that information what I please. So I chose to wear the ring." 

He ran his finger across the chain around your neck, a somber smile coloring his features. "This is not the end of the story, is it, darling?" 

You chuckled darkly at his question. "We haven't even gotten to the part that brought me here, but we're close." You shifted your position so you could rest your head on his shoulder, allowing him to hold you even closer to him. "I'll skip the fight with past Thanos and his army, except for two details. First, I teamed up with Wanda and we were able to bring that bitch to his knees," you told him with the most lighthearted chuckle you could manage. 

"I wish I could have seen it, my love." You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head. "And the second?" 

"His followers…they call me something. And that's how I know that…I'm in trouble." 

He cupped your face, coaxing you to look up into his eyes which were rife with panic and concern. "Y/N…my darling…What brought you here?" There was a waver to his voice, as if he was afraid of what the answer might be. Of how much trouble you were talking.

"Loki, I didn't come to New Asgard because I was looking for you," you explained. You took a breath, trying to find words that would make sense…because at the moment they didn't even make sense to you anymore. "I came here looking for the Sorcerer Supreme. At the end of the battle with Thanos three years ago, a woman named Carol Danvers gave me a device; she told me it could spray out a signal to every known receiver in the galaxy. That same day I sent out a signal. Come back to me." 

"Y/N," he breathed, a broken sob escaping him. "My darling. That was you?" You simply nodded, not trusting yourself to form words as the relief flooded you that the message had at least reached him. "I hadn't fully healed yet. I saw it in passing from receivers that had passed me by, thought I was going mad and my mind had merely conjured up images, an oasis. To help me retain my sanity, to remind me what I was striving to come home to." He touched his forehead to yours. "Never did I even consider the possibility that perhaps you were trying to guide me home." 

"I was," you said in a rush. "I couldn't believe you were gone. I kept telling myself you were out there, trying to find a way back, so I sent that as a way to point you in the right direction--" 

He cut off your words by capturing your lips with his in a desperate kiss, as if he could no longer keep his composure. Which was just fine with you, for you couldn't, either. You tucked your legs under you, leveraging yourself to shift your position so that you were fully facing him now, sitting on your knees in between his legs. "Oh, my precious little mortal," he mumbled against your lips, wrapping his hands around the backs of your thighs. "I thought I'd made it clear long ago. You never kneel to me." You let out a squeak as he lifted you and shifted your positions so that you were straddling his lap instead, the sound quickly morphing into a strangled whimper as he pulled you flush against his body. "Much better," he rasped as he started to place kisses along the column of your neck. "Now. Now I am truly home." 

You allowed yourself to get lost in his attentions, nearly convincing yourself that now you two were reunited, the threat was no longer significant. That the only thing that mattered was that once again your body knew what it felt to have his lips on your skin, his hands freely roaming your body as he pulled you closer still. When his hands found their way under your shirt, fingers feeling along your ribcage and abdomen and tracing a familiar path over you with a touch you hadn't known for the better part of the last decade, you let out a sharp cry, finally feeling that sense of home as well as you were at the mercy of his touch.

"For so long I thought I would never have this again," he breathed against your skin as he pushed up the fabric of your shirt, placing several kisses onto your stomach. "But we need to resolve the matter which brought you here to begin with." He placed one final kiss on your skin before bringing his gaze back up to meet yours. "This device…"

"It received a response today," you finished for him. "I thought it was you, I was--hoping it was you. But then…" you trailed off, reaching into your pocket to take it out and show it to him. Pure murderous intent colored his features as he read the message written. 

"Who?" he asked through gritted teeth. 

"Thanos' soldiers. His children. When I fought them three years ago, that's what they hissed at me before they died. The more talkative ones called me the 'Whore of Jotunheim's King'." His jaw clenched at the words. "The signal may have only been meant for you, Loki. But I was stupid. I gave them a way to find me and now they're coming." 

"No," he growled. He tucked the device into his tunic and eased you off his lap, placing a soft kiss on your lips as he stood up off the couch. "I'll be back in a few minutes, darling." 

"Wait what? Loki--!" You couldn't even finish your sentence before he disappeared in a flash of green, leaving you in the house alone. You decided to wait a few minutes before panicking, since he did tell you that he would be back by then, taking the time instead to return to the study, inspecting what little touches of life have been added to the space. 

It was mostly filled with books. Tomes that looked similar to the ones that Strange and Wong carried around with them sometimes, the ones that were shelved in the sanctums. Then there were the journals lining another shelf, no doubt housing Loki's spells that he'd learned over the centuries, along with the recipes for various potions, some of which had aided you in healing from various injuries. 

The only semblance of a personal touch, of sentiment, came in the form of a picture frame sitting on a small table next to the arm chair in the corner, facing the seat rather than displayed for the visitors of the room. When you took a seat to view the frame, tears blurred your vision once again as you saw that it housed a picture of you and Loki. One of those that came up first from a quick Google search, of you two simply standing next to one another at one of Stark's galas, so it was nothing quite like the more intimate photos housed in your phone. The ones you hadn't looked at in years because missing him hurt you too much to be able to barely function.

What got the tears falling, however, was the carving on the frame. It was clear that he'd done it himself, most likely with one of his daggers, making your heart ache even more. Hjem, the carving said. Home. 

The sound of his voice calling out for you snapped you out of your trance, bring you to your feet and back into the living room in a few short moments. The air left your lungs when you caught sight of him, chest heaving, hair disheveled, and blood splattered on his face. 

"It's not mine, dear heart. Do not worry. And those children of Thanos will no longer be an issue to you. I've taken care of it."

"You mean you—"

"Killed them, yes." He walked towards you, framing your face delicately with his hands, tucking your hair behind your ear. "You're safe, darling." 

"Thank you," you breathed out, relief flooding your system as you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into an embrace. "Any chance these shiny new powers could put an end to the signal I sent out?" you asked with a chuckle. 

"I can try," he mumbled, his face buried in the crook of your neck. "But if any more come I will take care of it, too." You felt his lips against your temple as he said, "I will keep you safe, my darling Y/N, I swear to you." He pulled away to look into your eyes, tucking his fingers under your chin. "Forever." 

"Forever," you breathed, repeating the sentiment as he lifted you into his arms, the shadows around the house melting away to reveal the space in all its glory, finally beginning to resemble a home. "What—?"

"I'd been preparing the house for the day I was finally strong enough, powerful enough, that I knew I could protect you against what ever threat may come your way. Then I would have found you, and if you still wanted to be with me—"

"I do," you cut him off. "I love you, Loki. Only you." He flashed you a brilliant grin as he walked you both toward the staircase, placing several kisses on the apple of your cheek, smiling against your skin as he did so. "I want to be with you," you breathed out, contentment washing over you as he took a moment to press you against the wall, capturing your lips in a languid kiss. 

"In that case, welcome home, my love." You felt your heart fluttering in your chest as he pulled back, his eyes roaming over your form rife with lascivious intent. "Now, my darling mortal, I shall be ridding myself of the remnants of that--scuffle. Against the imbeciles who dared threaten my beloved." He traced a line of kisses from the base of your throat to your ear before whispering, "Would you care to join me?" 

You were barely able to utter your Yes before he resumed his course up the stairs, off to the shower. 

A/N: The first of the requests is officially finished! Only 30+ more to go bahahahaha Again I'm super thankful to everyone who sent in a request and I hope that y'all will like what I make of them. We all know by now I'm incapable of making short stories ("drabbles" become an entire story universe lol), so this will take some time, but I promise you that each and every single one of those requests have already been planned out and will be written as fast as my brain can manage.

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Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent

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pictures worth a thousand words by sadlmfao - Not Rated

So maybe Tim enrolled in a photography competition, but it was only because he had slept through his art class for the last two weeks and the only way his teacher would pass him is if he promised to sign up.

That doesn't make it a big deal.

Why is his family making it a big deal?

OR: Tim joins a competition and finally gets the love he deserves.

Eggshells by TheyReapWhatWeSow - Rated G

"He needed to make sure that every single one of his cards were played perfectly, he had very little time in which to make his play, and failure would mean that he would be alone, again."

OR

Tim is used to walking on eggshells around his parents, but living with Bruce is a minefield he has no idea how to get through.

Emergency Contact by lurkinglurkerwholurks - Rated  G

Hi, is this Mister... Bruce Wayne?” It was a woman speaking. There was a rustle of papers on the other end of the line and a hesitation before she said his name.

 Bruce parted his lips to confirm, but before he could, the woman spoke again, sounding embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Mr. Wayne, I think there’s been some mistake. Our paperwork has you listed as an emergency contact for one of our students.”

You Gotta Fend for Yourself by Sohotthateveryonedied - Rated G

Bruce is Tim's emergency contact. He gets a call to meet Tim at the ER. 

Safe and Warm by sardonic_sprite - Rated G

Batman.

Batman lived right next door. Batman surely had a generator, or at least a fireplace and wood, or some way to get warm.

Batman took care of kids, and Mr. Wayne was really nice. He would at least let Tim warm himself back up. Maybe he could even stay just until the power came back on.

It was worth a shot.

 The Worst Kind of Crush by TimDrakeIsMyPatronus - Rated T

Civilians came first.

It was one of the foundational truths of being a superhero. Their job was to save civilians regardless of the personal cost. Each of them knew and understood the risks associated with the cape when they put it on.

Still, rules got fuzzy when one woke up underneath a building.

Or the one where a building explodes and Tim is trapped under the rubble

Detainment by DragonflyxParodies - Rated T

“Do you beat your children?” Bruce asks, voice flat and odd in a way unlike any Hal has ever heard before, and Hal’s blood runs cold, and – Other Batman’s jaw clenches. He does not answer immediately. The whole fucking League visibly draws back.

In which Bat has instituted very strict measures for handling alternate versions of himself, and the Justice League finds out why.

Veritas by Anonymous - Rated G

“Gotham! I am here tonight to show you the hideous face of truth and its destructive power to tear apart even the closest of bonds! We’re all held together only by illusions and lies and the ‘truth’ dissolves them all." The new villain Veritas turned towards Bruce, syringe out and pointed towards the arm chained to his podium.“NOW! Under the compulsion of the serum, expose your true feelings: Tell the world what you hate the most about: Nightwing.”

Dick froze—every argument, every accusation thrown between the two running through his mind. He wasn’t sure if he could take it—to hear it spoken truthfully and directly. Hearing all of Bruce’s hatred, contempt and disappointment in him poured out not just in a heated yelling match in the cave but in front of Damian, in front of the whole world.

Bruce coughed, blood flicking from his lips from a failed attempt to bite his tongue, and Dick hung his head in resignation. It was at least nice to know Bruce wasn’t eager to dump out his true feelings.

“His suit.” Bruce choked and the room went silent.

AKA: This is just a fun little thing. Bruce loves his kids so much

Conference Room 2B by motleyfam - Rated T

And okay, fine, Tim can admit it: his parents paying off a school official to circumvent social services just to see him was sketchy at best—probably illegal at worst. They really shouldn’t have done it. Bruce and Alfred would be furious to find out that they had. Not to mention Jason, who would go absolutely apeshit.

But–

But it was also just really fucking sweet of them.

Tim hasn’t felt this loved, this cherished, this fought for and desired by his parents in years.

Doesn’t he at least owe it to them to hear them out?

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Three months into Tim’s foster placement with the Waynes, Jack and Janet Drake decide they want back into their son’s life.

A Jumbo Miscalculation by justbeyondstars, motleyfam - Rated T

Suddenly a new voice, gruffer, deeper, says, “What are you doing?” and Tim goes cold all over. That’s Bruce. That’s Bruce speaking a full sentence for the first time today and of course it’s when Tim is hurling his guts out in the bathroom and didn’t want him to know about it.

Shit.

“Picking the lock,” Jason says, like it’s obvious. “Didn’t think you’d appreciate me breaking the door down. I can, if you want. I am absolutely fine with that option actually.”

–--

Bruce is in a bad mood after a case doesn’t go entirely to plan, and Tim is determined not to do anything to make it worse.

(Unfortunately, his shrimp allergy didn’t get that memo.)

The Good Old Days (Weren't Always Good) by Vamillepudding - Rated G

“You’re saying that the reason you are looking into options for a year abroad is vigilante-related?”

“Yes,” Tim says immediately. There is no hesitation there, no strange inflection to his voice. He doesn’t avoid Bruce’s eyes, nor is he fidgeting with anything.

That is how Bruce knows he’s lying.

Or: One by one, Bruce realises that his kids' future isn't set in stone.

The French Mistake by Vamillepudding - Rated T

The universe Bruce wakes up in has superheroes, aliens and, somewhat more strangely, it also has four children living in Wayne Manor.

Bruce Wayne is almost forty. He's been an innovator, a philanthropist and GQ's Most Wanted twelve years counting. He doesn't remember being a dad. But now that he is, he's going to be the best dad one could possibly be.

Or: Batman is a dick. AU-Bruce saves the day.

the flute of your whole existence by LovesFrogs - Rated G

He could voice his greatest fears, weaknesses, or most secret dreams at the drop of a hat; all the things he’s never put into words before and keeps tucked close between his ribs.

What kind of ammunition is his son going to ask for? What will he make Bruce admit, knowing he is incapable of a lie?

Terribly Efficient by SalParadiseLost - Rated T

Tim's parents always valued efficiency.

Bruce finds out what lengths they would go to make sure Tim was efficient too.

Batman REALLY loves his kids (much to the annoyance of all) by violetbumblebea - Rated G

When a few henchmen (and a goon) capture Batman they plan on using a new toxin to get some information out of him. Unfortunately, all Batman wants to talk about is his kids.

Aka the time all baristas in Gotham were in danger, Batman's love of his kids turned people away from crime, and Red Hood is outed at a dad-loving nerd (not necessarily in that order)

In this Town We Call Home by Vamillepudding - Rated G

Instead of threatening her infant son with the boogeyman, Janet Drake tells Tim that Batman is going to come for him if he doesn't behave. Years later, Tim realises that if he wants a fast way to get adopted, all he has to do is commit a crime so that Batman will take him away.

Years later still, Tim knows that no one is coming for him, but that doesn't make him any less scared. It also doesn't make him any less interested in Batman and his Robins.

am i the only one pretending (i did it to myself) by rutaceae - Rated T

Tim doesn’t expect his latest civilian kidnapping to be any different from the rest, but when he remembers things best left buried in the past, things take a turn for the worse.

Luckily, his family is here to help.

assaulting existence with improbability by destiny919 - Rated T

"Where's Batman?" the kid demands. "We need to show him."

Jason decides to go with the easy question. "Show him what?"

The kid gives him an incredulous look. "Proof you didn't kill Garzonas, what else?"

Motion Blur by sElkieNight60 - Rated T

At Damian's school art showcase, Bruce realizes he needs to help Tim reframe their relationship.

#batfam #batman #batman fic recs #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #nightwing #red hood #red robin #robin #DC #veryace recs #ao3 fic recs

[askingtheslytherinboys]

The Heir and the Raven

Chapter 2

(Chapter 3)

Tom Riddle x OC

Warnings: None yet

Summary: Tom’s slowly cracking open the new fifth year’s secrets, and she’s finding out his. But just how much is she willing to reveal to this devilishly charming prefect?

— Kai —

It was Sunday, the last day before my first day of classes where I would inevitably be asked to introduce myself over and over again. I sighed at the thought. At least I would start my tutoring lessons with Tom tomorrow as well. Hopefully, with my previous studying and with his assistance, I wouldn’t be behind for long. I smiled at the thought of seeing him again. He was strange, but kind, and very easy on the eyes. I wonder if he-

“OW!” A harsh flick against my shoulder pulled me from my thoughts, followed by an all too familiar slithering across my back. The two students I was passing on the way to the Great Hall glanced at me strangely before continuing their walk. I smiled and waved, doing my best to act unphased before pulling myself into the nearest broom closet and locking the door.

“You wretched worm what was that for?!” I hissed at the creature sliding down my arm. I watched as the inky face embedded in my skin came into view on my wrist. Ridiculous, it hissed back, its serpentine voice booming inside my head. You are thinking too loud. I do not wish to hear of your fantasies regarding the raven-haired boy.

“I am not fantasizing I was simply thinking about- wait how do you know what he looked like?” The creature began slithering back up my arm. “I am speaking to you! Did you sneak a peak while we were at Hogsmeade yesterday? I told you it’s dangerous to show yourself and we agreed you would stay hidden.” No response. “Leviathan, answer me!”

No one saw.

“That’s not the p-“ I cut myself off, taking a deep breath to calm down. “That’s not the point. Someone could have seen. Do you know how many questions that would have raised?” I felt the responding hiss reverberate inside my brain. “I know that neither of us are very happy about our current predicament. I’m trying my best to rework this spell, but until then you’ve got to listen to me. Otherwise, we put Ambrose and everything we’ve worked for at risk.” He seemed dissatisfied, but eventually quieted down and settled on my upper back.

Fine.

I sighed, untensing my shoulders as I leaned against the closet wall. “And please get off my back and stay out of my thoughts.” I could practically feel him rolling his eyes as he slithered down my body and wrapped around my calf. “I don’t know why you insist on constantly slithering around by my head when we both know it causes issues. The further you are from my brain, the less of my thoughts you have to hear.” There was no response. Thank Merlin, I sighed. I miss the times where I was safe in my own head.

There were many days I deeply regretted accepting Leviathan from Ambrose, but he would have been killed otherwise. He was a very rare creature my brother came across as a baby. Ambrose was actually there when Leviathan hatched, and the two appeared to share an interesting connection because of it. Even though Ambrose was only two years old at the time, the creature seemed to imprint on him in some way. But their connection was never enough for Ambrose, for nothing is ever enough for the Ravenwoods, so when he was 16 he concocted a spell that fused the snake with his body, allowing them to share thoughts and actually speak with one another. It was an impressive, albeit irritating, spell. One that I didn’t know how to reverse. So here I am, stuck with a spell I didn’t know how to undo and a creature I never meant to have: a basilisk.

I took another deep breath to calm myself before unlocking the door and stepping out into the halls. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like anyone saw me, but at this point my appetite had ceased and all I wanted was to sit down. I need some air, I thought, and headed towards the courtyard. As soon as I stepped out into the sun, I felt lighter, like I could truly breathe again. Even though the air was chill with September coming to a close, it was freeing to feel the breeze. I saw a bench sitting opposite a fountain across the courtyard and made my way over to sit down when a student suddenly blocked my path. It was a Gryffindor student, someone I hadn’t met before, and he was leaning over merely inches away from my face.

“Why, hello there. Kiley, is it? My name’s William, William Everly. It’s nice to meet you.”

I took a step back, earning me a better view of his face. He had light brown hair that was slicked back against his head, earthy brown eyes that reminded me of sun-scorched soil, and a light sprinkling of freckles across his cheeks. Something about his facial structure reminded me of a weasel. “Ahh.” I replied. “Nice to meet you as well?”

He took a step forward, getting eerily close to me again. “I’ve been meaning to introduce myself but I haven’t seen you around the castle until today. Was really impressed with the show you put on the other night during the sorting ceremony.” He leaned down close to my ear. “Think you might want to put on a personal show for me?” I shoved against his chest, pulling my wand out and placing it firmly against his torso. He had the audacity to look irritated.

“Why in Merlin’s name would I do that?”

A few students began to gather around us, whispering about how the new student could already be causing such a fuss.

He leaned forward, pushing against my wand. “Don’t try and hide it.” He hissed. “I saw you sneaking out of the broom closet. You’ve only been here two days and you’re already sneaking off to snog other students? I just wanted a taste you little-“

“STUPEFY!”

He went flying across the yard and landed in the fountain, soaking himself to the bone. I watched as he surfaced, fury written across his features and his face a ruddy shade of red.

“Next time, William, maybe corroborate your ‘facts’ before you come to a conclusion. I haven’t snogged anyone, and if the rest of the students are like you, I’m certainly not planning to. Not that it’s any of your business you weasel.” The students around us erupted into a chorus of oohs and ahhs, mocking him further. He sloppily pulled himself out of the fountain, his drenched clothes making it difficult for him to balance.

“How dare you speak to me that way!?” He raised his wand as more students began to gather around us. “I’ll make sure that you-“ I watched as his eyes widened and the color drained from his face. He slowly lowered his wand.

“What?” I taunted. “Did someone realize they’re a little too big for their britches?”

It was then that I felt it, a looming presence behind me. I turned, expecting to see a professor ready to drag us both down to detention before I had ever entered a classroom, but I was met with the same dark eyes I had been with the day before. He was looking over me, staring intensely at the sodden Gryffindor.

“T-Tom,” he started, “I wasn’t- I mean I- Umm..” He was frightened. Was he scared of… Tom? I watched as the cogs turned in his head, and as he spoke again, his tone changed. “T-thank goodness you’re here!” The weaselly little sod pointed at me. “She attacked me! I was just trying to introduce myself and she threw me in the fountain!” I clenched my fists.

“Oh, so you’re a liar now as well?” I went to step forward but felt a hand grab my wrist. Tom pulled me back towards him as he stepped around me, still eyeing William like a hawk with its prey. The Gryffindor’s eyes seemed to get even wider when he realized his story wasn’t working. He even seemed to be trembling. For the first time that day, Tom turned to look at me, scanning me up and down as if searching for something. Whatever he found, he seemed to be content with as he turned back towards William.

“That’ll be two weeks of detention Mr. Everly, starting this evening. Don’t be late or I’ll make it three.” The Gryffindor opened his mouth as if to contest his punishment, but immediately shut it when he saw the look on Tom’s face. Instead, he nodded his head vigorously and turned on his heel, scurrying back to wherever he came from.

Tom turned towards the crowd, which began scattering as well, before finally turning back to me. He sighed, “I didn’t realize you were going to be trouble.” I threw my hands up exasperated. “I’m not! He started it! This is absolutely absurd I was minding my own business!” Amusement danced in his eyes as his expressionless demeanor faded away to a smug curve of his lips. “I know. I’m joking. Why do you think I gave him detention but not you? He’s been caught in similar scenarios with other girls across the castle.” He turned us around, placing his hand firmly on my lower back to guide me from the courtyard. “Though I am quite curious to know what he said that got you so riled up that you threw him in a fountain.”

I scowled. “He’s just a bloody prick who wanted to get in my pants. He didn’t even have the common sense to check and see if anyone else was in the closet with me he just assumed I was snogging someone and tried to make a move! Pathetic.” His eyes squinted and he slowed to a halt, grabbing my robes with the hand he placed on my back to stop me as well. “And why were you in the broom closet?”

Fuck. My adrenaline was still pumping from the encounter. I had said too much. He was staring at me, back to expressionless, back to calculating. It’s fine, I thought, I know how to lie. I can lie.

“I was having an issue with my robes.” I responded smoothly. “My head wasn’t where it was supposed to be and I don’t know how I managed to mess them up so badly but they needed to be fixed and I didn’t want to fix them publicly so I went into the closet.”

He hummed, scanning me again. It felt so familiar, that cold look of observation, like I was back in my parents lab. I hated it. I thought back to William, the look on his face when he beheld Tom behind me, and I could vaguely understand his unease. Suddenly, Tom’s eyes flashed, as though he was seeing something he didn’t expect to see, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. So intriguing. He was an enigma, a combination of charisma and oddities. I could understand, perhaps, the slight unease with him, but why the fear? A deep sigh escaped his nose as he grasped my arm and tugged me down a different hallway, not quite empty, but certainly less busy than the one next to the courtyard. He flipped me around to face him and cocked his head to the side. “Would you like to try that again?”

I shuffled my feet. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

He frowned. “I can appreciate a good liar, Kai, but not when they’re lying to me.”

Merlin, he was good. How did he catch it? I could try to deny it. Maybe if I play my cards right I could-

“Don’t you dare try to insult my intelligence by denying it.” He snapped.

I stopped fidgeting and stared at him somewhat shocked. Perhaps this temper was what caused the other students to be afraid of him. He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled, more calmly this time. “You’re keeping secrets, Kai. You told me you aren’t going to be trouble, and yet you’re lying to me, your prefect.” His voice turned softer, sweeter. “I just want to help you. I didn’t send you to detention did I? I can help with whatever you’re struggling with if you’ll just let me.” His voice was like a lullaby. Even after the temper he displayed, I still had a desire to tell him, to trust him, but it would put too much at risk.

“I can’t.”

His jaw clenched briefly as his eyes flickered between mine. “You’re not very good at trusting are you?”

“Give me a reason to trust you.”

“Have I not given enough? I’ve helped you with everything since you’ve arrived: your supplies, your wand. I showed you around Hogsmeade, bought you a drink, respected your privacy regarding your family, protected you from that idiot Everly, and I trusted that you were in the right when it came down to a punishment for dueling in the courtyard.”

He took my hand in his and placed his other hand on top. It was so gentle, a kindness I wasn’t used to. I wanted to melt into his hands. “Let me help you.” He reiterated.

I considered. He was top of his classes, a prefect highly regarded by many of the professors. And he was right. All he had done was help me, believe in me, and protect me since I arrived. Perhaps, he could shed a new light on the situation, a new perspective.

Don’t you dare, Leviathan’s voice reverberated inside my head as I felt him slither up my back. You were scolding me only moments ago for nearly revealing myself to the boy and now you think you can tell him yourself?

I don’t think we should tell him. I don’t want to tell him, but we’ve made no progress for months, Leviathan, I retorted. I don’t know how to separate us. I want to protect Ambrose, our work, but we would both be more useful to him if we were no longer conjoined.

You just met him.

I know.

He could easily deceive us.

I know.

It’s a trick.

But what if it’s not?

I felt what seemed like a sigh reverberate throughout my body. Even if he has the purest intentions, our conjoining could scare him, have him seek out a higher authority for answers. He slithered onto my shoulders. You cannot trust people you just met you silly, sssilly girl. My fists clenched at my sides. I wasn’t some foolish ninny. I knew the risks. I didn’t want to take them, but our options were limited. There was only so much I knew how to do. If only I could think on it more, or at least come up with an excuse Tom could accept in the meantime. I knew the part I needed to play and the path I had to carve to better this world… but I now I had to consider if Tom would play a part in that as well.

His eyes were still locked onto mine as he waited for me to continue. I opened my mouth. “Tom, I-“

“Ahh! Kiley, there you are!” Tom and I both turned from each other to see none other than Theodora Heartly approaching us. “I’ve been looking for you! I wanted to apologize for leaving you unattended yesterday. I came down with some sort of food poisoning and it had my bedridden till this morning. But I’m feeling tip top now and I’m ready to take you to get your supplies!”

“Theodora!” I replied with a smile. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, but Tom here already took me to get everything.”

She turned to where I was gesturing, seemingly unaware of his presence, and her smile dropped. “Oh, Tom! Umm, hello.” She looked between the two of us. “Thank you for taking her. You didn’t have to do that. I apologize for any inconvenience it caused.” He smiled politely in return. “No inconveniences.” Theodora stared at him, glancing at me, then back at him. “Right. Well, I hate to interrupt, but I’ll need to borrow Ms. Ravenwood for a moment. Professor Slughorn assigned a couple new books that aren’t in the syllabus and I was asked to bring Kiley to his office to retrieve them.”

“Ahh,” Tom replied, “well seeing as I’m already with Ms. Ravenwood, and I’m Slughorn’s top student, it would make more sense for me to escort her, correct?”

“Well-“ she stammered. He turned to me. “Don’t you think, Kai?”

“Oh! Uhh…” I was fumbling for words, unsure what to say.

“Actually,” Theodora interrupted. Tom’s head swiveled to meet hers. “I’m to show her to her roommates as well. They were at the library working on a project all last night, so they haven’t had a chance to introduce themselves.”

That explains why my rooms were empty last night even though there were four other beds, I thought.

I looked to Tom. He gave a tight-lipped smile to Theodora before turning to me. “I’ll speak to you later, then?” I nodded and he took that as his leave, turning on his heel and retreating back to the courtyard. Theodora exhaled loudly, almost as in relief, before rounding suddenly to me. “You have. To tell me. Everything.”

— Tom —

He saw her, snippets of her life flashing so quickly in his mind that he barely understood what was happening until it was over. It was like her thoughts exploded into his head. But what was the trigger? How could he see her thoughts then, but not before? And he was shut out as quickly as he was let in. He was so frustrated that he snapped at her, and he could see the caution written on her face when he did so. Thankfully, his careful charm and charisma reeled her back in, and he nearly had her. She was so close to spilling her secrets until that insufferable Theodora stepped in. But no matter. He could use this time to replay the memories he had stolen from her. He just had to slow them down, think about them.

He slammed the door behind him to his room and sat at his desk, concentrating on what he managed to extract. It was a jumble of pictures, overlapping each other and playing at top speed, but he could feel the emotions associated with them. Confusion. Dread. Pain. Hatred. Love. Sorrow. Guilt. It made his head pound.

Slowly, he began unraveling the threads. They were brief memories, again, more feelings than anything, but they were more than he had before. Finally, after a few seconds he managed to pull them apart, and he dove into the depths of her memories to watch her.

She was screaming, gripping her arm in agony as she fell to the floor. A man caught her… Ambrose. He begged her not to tell, begged her to protect it and to fulfill their legacy as he hushed her and held her close. The door flung open and people flooded into the room. They dragged Ambrose out the door, but she remained on the floor, eyes wide and tears falling silently. She gripped her arm once more. The memory faded into another. She was in an office, maybe a lab, surrounded by broken glass and scattered papers. He felt the fury radiating from her even through the memory as she continued hurling whatever was closest to her around the room. She didn’t want to listen to Ambrose instructions, but she felt she had no choice. The memory faded again. She was now in a bright room with bars on the windows. She looked younger now, about 8 years old, and she was showing a picture she drew to two older adults… her parents. They ripped it from her grasp and tossed it on the table behind them, speaking to each other as if she weren’t there. She snapped, screaming and begging to be acknowledged, to be loved. They looked at her with such cold indifference, like they were observing an experiment. Then, their faces faded and suddenly she was in the hallway at Hogwarts, Tom’s face of indifference taking their place.

He snapped out of her memories, opening his eyes and leaning back in his chair. She was protecting something, something very important. The people that took her brother away looked to be from the Ministry. Ambrose must have done something terrible to be snatched away like that. With a smile, he realized there was a rotten core within the Ravenwood family, one he planned to use to his advantage. And knowing that they planned to leave their legacy for Kai to carry out on her own left him feeling more confident than ever that his intuition towards her was not misguided. She would be incredibly useful, a powerful and cunning addition to his arsenal. But even as he reveled in his newfound information, he couldn’t get the picture of her screaming in that barred room out of his head.

— Kai —

“He what?” Theodora remarked for the third time, still as astonished as the first.

“I told you!” I replied with a hint of laughter, “He took me out for a butterbeer afterwards. Is that really so hard to believe?” She stared, mouth agape. “I mean we just met it’s not like it was anything more than a friendly outing. Even less than that because we weren’t even friends!” She squinted, a devious smile coming to her lips. “Are you friends now?” I rolled my eyes playfully at her implication. “Why is this such a big deal? Is he famous or something?” She snorted. “I guess you could say that. He’s a… well, riddle.” We both chuckled at her pun, but I thought back to the fear on William’s face, how quickly the crowd scattered, and even the look on Theodora’s face when she noticed Tom’s presence.

My hand dropped to her arm, slowing her down to a halt. “Really, Theodora. What’s going on with him? Why does everyone act so strangely when he’s around?” She looked uncomfortable, glancing around the halls quickly as if checking to see if anyone was listening. “It’s mostly a bunch of rumors, really. Nothing substantial.” I waited for her to continue and she sighed, giving in. “Well, for one, the crowd he runs with is a nasty bunch. Many of them terrorize the other students for seemingly no reason at all. But what’s stranger is that it’s not like they’re all a group of friends, they all… listen to him. Do exactly what he says when he says it.”

“I mean, he’s a prefect. Wouldn’t that make sense for everyone to listen to him?” I questioned.

A disgruntled look fell across her face. “No, it’s different. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like he’s their leader or something.” I was unconvinced and she could see it. “But that’s not all. He’s never taken an interest to anyone at this school. No one! He never does the student tours, he is hardly ever seen out of the castle, and he has certainly never bought anyone a butterbeer!” She poked my chest dramatically for effect and I smirked.

“Perhaps he simply enjoys keeping his life private.” I retorted. I thought about it and my smile dropped a bit. “And sure that might make him odd, but it still doesn’t explain the way people react around him. I was in the courtyard earlier and met William Everly-“

“How?! How are you meeting so many people?!” She interrupted exasperatedly.

“That’s not the point!” I shot back with a smile. “The point is that Tom showed up and I watched the color drain from Will’s face. He looked completely terrified… What would make him so afraid of Tom?” Theodora’s face looked flush, and she shot her head around again to look at the other students in the hallway. She grabbed my arm and pulled me further down the hall, away from the crowd and towards Professor Slughorn’s classroom. “Look, no one has ever caught him. As I said it’s just rumors! But… strange things do tend to happen when he’s around. People do things and have no memory of doing them. People get hurt more. And I think… I think him and his friends torture people in detention…”

“Torture?!” I screeched. She threw a hand over my mouth and shushed me as we walked. I swiped it away and asked quieter, “What makes you say that?”

“Well,” she fiddled with her robes, “Obviously harsh punishment can be used in detention. Some of the students do scream, but when Tom or the others are in charge of detention, it’s completely silent. Like they muffled the doors…”

I mulled over her points and frowned. “Has anyone considered that he’s actually nice and the reason it’s quiet in detention is because he doesn’t torture people at all? It just seems like a lot of hearsay. People tend to do weird things and get hurt a lot around here from what I’ve heard. It just seems Tom is an easy target for people to blame it on since he can be a little odd.” She considered my points and frowned as well, now seemingly aware of how silly it all sounded. I continued with a slight smile, “But I guess considering the rumor about detention and his off putting demeanor, I too would be a little scared to be dragged down there with him.”

She snorted and looped her arm through mine, pulling me towards our destination. “I guess you’re right. It’s all kind of silly. He really is an oddball though isn’t he? I mean he’s a ridiculously handsome oddball. If people aren’t scared of him they’re probably crushing on him.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me and laughed before continuing, “But maybe he just wasn’t really socialized growing up and that’s what’s made him different. He did grow up in an orphanage you know.”

My eyebrows raised in curiosity. “No, I didn’t know. Then again I’m sure that’s not something he probably likes to talk about with strangers.”

We arrived at the professors door, but it was closed. She knocked before turning back to me. “Yeah, I guess so. But blimey the rumors that came out of that place. He was just an odd kid you know? Some said that he would just stare at them without ever saying anything or they’d turn around and he’d just be there. Creepy right? One kid even said that he never once heard Tom speak to another person, but that he would go outside at night and hiss at the snakes. Oh, and another time-“

I had been looking down the hall towards the students but snapped my head towards her at the mention of Tom hissing at snakes. It could easily just be him playing pretend. Or him attempting to make some sort of a friend since the other kids were avoiding him. All kids do some odd thing like that. But it could also mean…

The door to the classroom flung open and Professor Slughorn smiled wide in greeting. “Ahh! You must be Kiley! How nice to meet you. Please, come in!” He waved Theodora and I into his class and began talking about the extra books he assigned and the importance of reading them. I put on my best listening face, but in reality, I was considering the unique opportunity that Theodora had just provided me, and I began plotting how best it could work in my favor.

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[mydarllinglover]

SafeHouse || Third Year - One

Masterlist

September 1st 1993

"Oh my darling girl, I've only just got you back after four years and now you're going again, I've missed my baby" My mother, Molly Weasley, sobbed whilst she squeezed me in a bone crushing embrace.

"Mum! We're gonna miss the train" My Twin Brother, Ron Whined.

"Oh Hush Ronald, even if you did, its not like that would stop you from getting to Hogwarts" Mum glared at Ron as I stepped out of her embrace and she gave another hug to the other Twins, most likely threatening them if they misbehaved.

I snorted a laugh, remembering what Ginny told me about Ron and Harry's joyride in Dads car last year, but that was the best part as she caught me up of the events that occurred, I could only imagine how much that would've affected my little sister.

Ron shot a glare at me in a way of saying "you better shut up or I'll make sure you wont be able to find any of your class's"

"Ronald, you better look after Keira and help her, you should remember how hard it was for you on your first day at Hogwarts" Mum lectured Ron as Harry walked back over to us after having a chat about Merlin knows what with Dad, probably muggle related.

"Yes Mum, I know, but we really have to go!" my twin pouted, again.

"It's okay Mrs Wealsey, she has Harry and I to help her out as well" Hermione smiled as she gently nudged my side.

"Yes of course, off you go all of you and have a wonderful time, and behave!" Mum waved us off as we gathered up our luggage and made our way onto the Hogwarts Express.

"Wait! Ron! Don't forget Scabbers!" Mum called as she reached up with Scabbers held in her hands.

Ron reached through an open window to grab him from Mum, We then waved and shouted out goodbyes as the Train departed.

Percy was the first to leave us as he made his way to the Head Boy and Girl compartment. Then Ginny as she spotted some of her friends in her year and it was just Fred, George, Hermione, Ron, Harry and I.

Fred and George helped Carry some of my luggage as they were winking at some of the girls in their year, making a right show out of it as if they were big strong men, which they are not.

"Guys, come on, lets go find an empty Compartment" Ron nodded at us as he walked down the corridor full of students.

Fred and George had already left with their friend lee Jordan, when we eventually found a compartment at the end of the train, there was a man sat inside, he looked to be sleeping as he lent his head on the window, I noticed how his clothes were shabby wizard robes, he had scars on his face and light brown hair with specks of grey.

"Who'd you reckon he is?" Ron hissed as we sat down and Harry slid the door shut, Ron, Harry and I squashed up on the opposite seat, Ron making me sit at the window so he didn't have to sit right opposite the man, as Hermione took the other side, making sure to sit farthest from the window

"Professor R.J. Lupin" Hermione whispered.

"How'd you know that?"

"Its on his case dumb arse" I sighed as I smacked Ron across the head and pointed at the mans luggage.

"Ouch" Ron rubbed his head as he glared at me "wonder what he teaches"

"that's obvious" whispered Hermione "theres only one vacancy isn't there? defence against the dark arts"

"Oh yeah, Mums crush was the last one, wasn't he?" I joked "can't believe he obliviated himself like an idiot"

"well I hope he's up to it" said Ron. "He looks like one good hex would finish him off, doesnt he?"

"Don't be so rude, you don't look like you could handle much either" I said to him.

"Anyway ...what were you going to tell us?" Ron said to Harry, his back facing me.

Harry glanced at me before looking back at Ron and Hermione

"Sorry, do you want me to leave or something?" I asked him, feeling quite awkward

"Oh- n-no, its fine" He blushed.

He then went into detail about Mum and Dad's fight and what Dad had told him.

How bloody important was this kid? From what I've heard something has put his life at risk every year, was he made out of gold?

"Sirius Black escaped to come after you? Oh, Harry ... You'll have to be really, really careful. Don't go looking for trouble, Harry"

"I don't go looking for trouble, trouble usually finds me."

"How poetic." I said

"How thick would Harry have to be, to go looking for a nutter who wants to kill him?"

Well four for four, right?

"No one knows how he got out of Azkaban, No one's ever done it before. And he was a top-security prisoner, too."

"But they'll catch him, won't they? I mean, They've got all the Muggles looking out for him, too ..."

"I mean, Muggles hasn't exactly stopped him before" I thought out loud.

"Whats that noise?" Ron said

"your brain working perhaps? maybe its overheating" I said "Ow, I'm joking, wait I hear it too"

There was a faint whistle noise somewhere in the compartment.

"Its coming from your trunk, Harry" Ron told him. Standing up and Reaching into the luggage rack.

"Oh, I forgot you bought that" Ron had Pulled out the Pocket Sneakascope from Harry's Robes.

"Is that a Sneakascope?" Hermione asked

"Yeah ... mind you, it's a very cheap one,  It went hay-wire just as I was tying it to Errols leg to send it to Harry"

"I always knew there was something off with that Bloody pigeon, hes very suspicious"

"Were you doing anything untrustworthy at the time?"

"No!-"

"Mum said he couldn't use Errol because he doesn't do well on long journeys"

"How else was I supposed to get Harry's present to him?"

"Could've just waited until you saw him next, instead of putting Errol at risk"

"You just said there was something suspicious about him, and called him a pigeon"

"That literally proves nothing, what is your point?" I asked him

"Stick it back in the trunk, Or it'll wake him up" Harry said, pointing towards Lupin.

"We could get it checked in Hogsmeade" Ron said, sitting back down "They sell that sort of thing in Dervish and Banges, Magical instruments and stuff, Fred and George told me"

"Do you know much about Hogsmeade? I've read it's the only entirely non-muggle settlement in Britain-

"Yeah I think it is" Ron cut Hermione off

"Hey! don't be so rude" I told him off.

The three of them talked about the history of Hogsmeade, Honeydukes and how Harry can't go because of the stupid Dursleys. I zoned out until Ron had a fight with Crookshanks.

                                   •

We were all enjoying food from the trolley when our compartment door slid open once again.

Three boys occupied the space, the platinum blond with the side parting was clearly in charge as he stood in front of the two meaty boys, if I was being honest he seemed really handsome, but by the change of vibe in the atmosphere I could guess they were not friends of my brother and his friends, I looked up at them curiously as the blond boy sneered at Harry

"well look who it is" the boy said in a lazy drawl "potty and the weasel" his body guards chuckled like a pair of trolls, I could already tell I was going to hate this trio.

"I heard your father finally got his hands on some gold this summer, Weasley," he laughed again "Did your mother die of shock?"

My twin shot up like a rocket, resulting in him knocking Crookshanks basket to the floor.

Professor lupin gave a snort and we all snapped our heads to look at him

"who's that?" The blond asked as he took a step back

"New teacher" Harry said as I got to my feet in case I had to hold Ron back

"and who's that?" he asked again as his eyes landed on me

"I could ask you the same thing" I told him, still confused why he was here as it was apparent no one liked one another

"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy" he introduced himself "and now you"

"none of your business Malfoy, piss off" Ron spat at him causing me to grab his upper arms to hold him back and Harry standing to help me.

"Bond, James Bond" I said, which made Harry and Hermione chuckle, clearly getting the muggle reference from a set of books. But the others just stared at me in confusion

"your parents named you James bond? isn't that a boys name?" Malfoy asked, scrunching his face up as if he could smell something terrible.

"No you idiot" I deadpanned. 

Lupin made another noise

"whatever freak, C'mon" he muttered resentfully to his friends

"whats his problem?" I asked as we took our seats again

"Keira, He's a Malfoy, they're all the same, arrogant bastards" Ron glared and Massaged his knuckles "I'm not going to take any rubbish from Malfoy this year," he said angrily. "I mean it. If he makes one more crack about our family, I'm going to get hold of his head and-

"Ron," Hermione hissed at him.

                                   •

"We must be nearly there" Ron said, leaning on me to look out the window

"Get off!" I pushed him, the words barely left my mouth as the train started to slow down

"Brilliant" my brother cheered "I'm starving, I want to go to the feast"

"your always starving" I rolled my eyes

"Like you can talk much" he said

"we cant be there yet" Hermione furrowed her eyebrows "so why're we stopping?"

call it pathetic fallacy if you will but as the train got slower the rain and wind got louder and heavier. The temperature dropped to minus numbers and it got terribly icy.

Harry, being closest to the door, peered his head out, me and Ron leaning out to look down the corridor to see other heads poking out the compartments.

The train came to a halt and the luggage fell of the racks, something thing landing on me and Ron, the lamps and all source of light went next

"whats going on?" Ron asked from behind Harry

"ouch!" Hermione gasped "Ronald! that was my foot!"

Harry moved out of the way to sit down "do you think we've broken down?"

"dunno"

"i'm gonna go look, maybe find the trolley witch and ask whats going on" I told them as I stepped past Ron, halfway out of the door

"Be careful alright, come back soon" My Older brother by nine minutes told me.

"you worry too much" I shook my head as I felt around the corridor and reached into my pocket to pull out my wand and whispering Lumos, a small ball of light illuminating on the top of my wand, but anything was better than nothing.

something walked into me causing me to take a step back

"ouch, sorry" a boys voice spoke out

"its alright" I smiled at him and shone my light so I could see his face then stepped past him as I continued down the corridor, what didn't help was that I was in the dark and I had no idea who anyone was, I couldn't even spot; Ginny, Fred & George or even Percy.

Brilliant thinking, Keira!

I continued down the corridor until suddenly someone grabbed a hold of my wrist and yanked me into an empty compartment.

Hey no fair, where was this when we were looking for one earlier?!

I yelped in pain and shock as whoever the person was slammed shut the compartment door "hey what the hell-

"shut up!" a voice whispered as a hand was clamped over my mouth and my eyes went wide.

"now you don't look like a first year, and I would be confused why you would be associating yourself with, weaselbee, Mudblood and Saint Potter" I could tell by his voice this was the boy I met recently. Malfoy "so i'm going to ask you again, who are you?" he took the hand off my mouth but kept a firm hold on my wrists.

"whats it to you? I dont even know you" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion

"because, if Potters got a new member of his little trio of hero's I want to know why a new student is joining Hogwarts to be there" he told me

"who I am and why i'm here, is none of your business or concern so just-

"Potters fainted!" I was interrupted as kids in the corridor started shouting as the lights turned back on and the train started moving once again.

I shoved Malfoy out of the way so I could go see what had happened.

Little did I know Malfoy was actually following me.

I pushed past the other kids to reach my compartment door and slid it open.

Walking in, I saw Harry lying on the floor and Ron & Hermione sat on either side of him, the boy who bumped into me on my way out earlier, Ginny and Professor Lupin

"What happened?!" I gasped

"Harry passed- Whats he doing here" Ron snapped ,when he looked up from Harry to see Malfoy stood Very close behind me

"what? I dont know, Malfoy piss off will you" I turned to look up at him, fuck Ron for getting all the height

"oh Merlin, Potter fainting, this is amazing" he laughed, looking down at Harry one last time, I assume getting mental pictures, then he brought his silver eyes up to lock on my blue ones it was like I was frozen in place and his stare was the only thing I could think o-

"buh bye Malfoy! horrible seeing you, make sure to not see us for a awful long time" my brother interrupted as he grabbed my upper arm and pulled me more into the compartment, sliding the door shut. "stay away from him, I mean it Keira!" he pointed a finger in my face

"piss off Ron, I will, hes a self centred prick" I ripped my arm out of his grip and sat next to the boy "Keira Weasley" i stretched my hand out to him

"W-Weasley? you and Ron are related?"

"Yeah, she's my little sister" Ron shrugged as he sat down next to Harry again.

"by nine minutes" I said, glaring at the back of his head, then faced the boy again "but yeah, we're twins, I transferred here from beaubaxtons

"oh, okay, hi, im Neville Longbottom" he shook my hand

I looked over to the corner to see my little sister shivering and letting out sobs, Hermione and I made our way over to sit with her and comfort her to make sure she was okay.

•

We arrived at Hogwarts ten minutes after. Apparently everyone in our compartment were Gryffindor, and were all expecting me to as well as they observed my black robes, no pressure.

"Of course she's going to be in Gryffindor, Keira's a Weasley after all" Ron told our friends, slinging an arm around my shoulders as we walked to the carriages.

"You're a Weasley?!" Ron and I turned around to see who shouted that, just to see Malfoy stood there with his jaw on the floor gaping at us like a goldfish

"Yes" I said in more than a question "Isn't that obvious" I said, pointing at my bright red hair.

"what how?!" His eyebrows shot up

"she's my twin sister" Ron spat at him "piss off Malfoy" then he turned us around and continued walking off.

                                 •

"Uh, so I have to walk in after the first years to be sorted? why cant i just do it in private, not in front of the whole school?!" I gaped at Professor McGonagall

"Its tradition" she deadpanned "now off we go, I think they're ready for you" she all but pushed me through the Great Hall doors, it felt like all heads were turning around to look at me, maybe it was just nerves, hopefully it was just nerves.

"ah yes, our final student to sort for the night, transferred from Beauxbatons Academy. Weasley, Keira" announced McGonagall.

I turned around to look at McGonagall who was just talking to me.

In confusion I walked up to the stool and sat down, gulping as all eyes were on me, some whispering about who I

was, why there was another Weasley and some jokes along it.

I tried to drown it out and looked over to where all my brothers and my sister was sat as they smiled up at me in encouragement.

McGonagall placed the hat on top of my head, it quickly falling down past my eyes.

I took deep breathes as the Hat spoke "Another Weasley, mhm, it should be Gryffindor, But, you're different, your ambitious, yet courageous, witty and loyal, determined and creative, cunning but kind. Well well well, it ought to be SLYTHERIN!" the hat announced.

I sat there in shock as my eyes went wide, I was the first and only weasley in slytherin, Gryffindor erupted in cheers until they had heard what the hat had actually said and they all froze, especially my siblings, everyone looked confused and surprised.

I took the hat off my head and placed it on the stool, with legs like lead I slowly and carefully made my way down to the Green table with all eyes still on me. Sitting myself down the furthest from everyone.

Professor Dumbledore gave a speech but I didn't hear a word as I kept my eyes on a loose thread on the table, hearing the whispers and mentions of being a blood traitor and that I didn't belong here.

It was a while after everyone was eating and I could still feel Malfoy and his friends eyes on me, when I felt a hand grab my upper arm and all but drag me out from the table and to the doors of the great hall, It was Ron, with Harry and Hermione in tow, we were in an empty corridor when he finally let go

"Ron what the hell?!" I snapped at him

"Slytherin?!" he barked

"what was i supposed to do?! I didn't ask for that!"

"You could of said no! Harry did" he pointed at Harry

"hey leave me out of this" he put his hands up in surrender making us both glare at him "wow you really are twins" he mumbled

"Keira you cant be a slytherin, You're a Weasley, we're not Slytherins!"

"well maybe im not like you Ronald!"

"you're gonna turn out just like them, their all evil-

"Ron!" Hermione warned him

"not a single one of them are good, and your going to be the same"

"Ron" I gasped, hurt visible on my face

"whatever Keira be careful" he turned back to the hall and shook his head.

Harry and Hermione both looked at me with sympathetic faces, then walked off to follow my brother.

I stared at the spot he stood for a while thinking about what Ron had just said.

I didn't have the energy to go back in the Great Hall, my first day at Hogwarts turned out to be horrible.

I wondered around the castle for a good few hours as I tried to find anything that would give me a sign as to where the slytherin common rooms were to find my dorm.

I should of took Hermione up on her offer of giving me a tour and quiz. I was sure I was going up completely the wrong way as I walked up to where I guessed the astronomy tower was as I found myself on a balcony at the top of the castle.

It was beautiful, and peaceful. I gave up on ever finding where I would have to go and decided to lie down, staring up at the stars.

                                      •

"What are you doing?" A voice startled me, causing me to sit up and look at the person, Malfoy.

"Lost" I said as I lay back down

"so why are you here?" he sat down next to me

"were you following me?" I looked up at him with a raised brow

"no"

"is it true?" I asked him

"whats true?"

"is everyone in slytherin a bad person, will I turn out to be a bad person?"

we sat there in silence, neither of us saying a word, until Malfoy stood up and reached his hand out for me "come on"

"what?"

"its past curfew, we have got to go to our dorms" he told me "before Filch the caretaker, and a squib, catch's us."

"Oh, okay"

He led me to the dungeons and to the entrance of our common room as he muttered a password.

"Salazar"

we walked in and he steered me up to where the dorms were, pointing at a specific door.

"Look for the empty bed, that is most likely yours, Good Luck Weasley". he said before entering the door opposite the Girls dormitories, I'm guessing thats the boys.

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ttwt episode 12

“Last time, on Total Takes, World Tour: Our surviving- I mean, remaining- teens ate, prayed, and loved in beautiful Rome, Italy! With an even number of players, the teams were divided in two- one half sent to a brutal, vein-popping, blood-spilling cooking challenge, and the others almost died in the arena. Tensions rose between Ass and Courtney, who’s promise to return to normal fell through the cracks faster than Team Friendship took the fall, leaving Mojo and Yaoi to share first class… much to everyone’s dismay, hah! With Mal and Albert coming to the same conclusion about the aforementioned, we’re just on the cusp of some class A drama! Will either of them spill the beans? Who will be mauled by man-eating lions this time? Find out right now, on Total Takes: World Tour!”

Without its usual two teams, economy class feels emptier than usual this morning. No one is really talking- with nothing to say about the game, there’s not much to say at all. None of the remaining players are here to chat, after all… except for one bubbly blond. 

“Good morning! Rise and shine, everyone!” Kelly beams, walking into the cabin with a large tray in their perfectly manicured hands. “I have a special treat for you!”

Max opens his eyes groggily, staring at them as if they’d come barreling through the room with a Mariachi band. “Please tell me it’s ear plugs,”

“Nope! Breakfast in bed,” Kelly says, gracefully dishing out plates from the metal tray. “Well… breakfast in bench.”

They laugh at their own joke, as sunny and high-spirited as ever. Bonnie rolls their eyes. 

---

KELLY: “The team could use a little cheer… after all, we’ll be together for a few more days at the least- why not make the best of it?”

---

Max sets the gruel-loaded plate aside and turns over in a vague attempt to fall back asleep. Bonnie notices him sulking, and quickly turns away, taking a bite of what looked like oatmeal to dissuade anyone from striking up a conversation. Max sulks further, and they sigh. 

“Fine. What’s wrong now?”

“Nothing,”

Bonnie grits their teeth- they were already going out of their way to be friendly, but they wouldn’t play cat and mouse with him. “Okay, good. I’ll just go back to my side of the cabin, then,”

They stand, ready to return to their seat without another word, and Max shoots up. “Wait!”

“There we go,” they sigh, sitting back down on the bench beside him. “What’s up?”

“I just… don’t feel right about this. When I could keep an eye on him, sure, but now? They’re off in first class, talking about who knows what, doing who knows what…” he trails off, shaking his head. “It’s not that I don’t trust her, I swear- he’s just shady. I know he’s up to something.”

Bonnie sighs, vaguely gesturing around. “Listen, I’ve told you a million times. Albert is just some guy. He’s a little eccentric, sure, but…”

They stop when they could tell Max wasn’t listening. He stares dead ahead, out the window, lost in his own thoughts. They stand, mumbling “Why do I even bother?” before returning to their original seating. 

Kelly scooches over to them. “You’re being a real team player, Bonnie. I’m so proud of you!”

“Whatever,”

Phillip licks his plate clean and sets it aside. “Yeah, you’re kind of like the team mom!”

Bonnie visibly cringes at this, standing and walking to the least occupied corner of the cabin. 

---

First class is positively buzzing this morning, but not in a good way. 

Julia rolls over in her seat, covering her ears as Mal’s phone goes off for the umpteenth time. The aforementioned brunette is happily dozing, sleeping away without a care in the world as another loud chime emanates from her pocket every other second. 

Finally, Michela snaps. “Can you just take it from her already?”

“No way. Last time I tried, she woke up and tried to bite my fingers off!” Julia snaps right back, whispering harshly. “If you wanna risk a pinky, be my guest!”

The two begin bickering back and forth, forcing Albert to sigh loudly and retreat to the confessional. 

---

ALBERT: “It’s essentially just what I thought- Michela is too caught up in the manure of human drama to make good decisions for the team. I suppose I’ll have to take the lead on this one. My first target? The goody two-shoes,”

---

“Guys, please stop fighting! Save your energy for the game!” Courtney chides, speaking down to the two like an exhausted substitute teacher. 

After a few moments of standing between them, Michela and Julia finally give in and sit in silence, exchanging glares with deep purple eyebags. Mal’s phone goes off again. Courtney smiles, and takes a seat next to Ass. 

They chuckle. “Way to go, Mama Bear,”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Courtney shrugs. “I just figured if us, of all people, can put our differences aside, then mediating other conflicts can’t be too hard. I may not be a leader, but I can scold.”

“I know,” Ass sighs, rolling their eyes. The two giggle between each other for a moment before Albert returns from the bathroom, glaring at the display. 

---

ALBERT: “I have my ammo. I could tear apart Team “Yaoi” any time I like. But I need to reveal the information in a way that seems inconspicuous. I can’t be too excited…”

---

He takes his usual seat next to Michela, across from Julia, and clicks his tongue. 

“What’re you looking at me like that for?” the blonde snaps, turning up from where she’d been picking her nails. 

“Nothing. I just…” he sighs dramatically. “Never mind… I just feel sorry for you.”

She turns red, and almost raises her voice to a shout before the intercom clicked and Chris’ voice covered her berating. 

“Gooooood morning, passengers! It’s a bright and sunny morning over the Atlantic ocean, and we are dropping in hot! LITERALLY! You all have about two minutes to grab a chute and jump head-first into the water before we throw you out ourselves. Good luck!”

There was a split second of nervous glances and tensions lifting before every teen jumped from their seats and ran to the cabinet where Chris had left a bundle of packs. 

“I hate that man,” Courtney growls, buckling the chute around them. 

Ass shrugs. “At least we’ll outlive his ancient ass,”

The two snicker. Albert glares before quickly turning to Julia with a sympathetic expression. 

“Here, let me help,”

“HEY!” she hisses as he pulls her in and snaps the parachute pack around her with a strange amount of expertise- or rather, confidence. Michela watched the interaction with a mystified expression. 

Once Albert returns to her side, she whispers. “What’s with the touchy-feely? We hate her, remember?”

He tsked again and shakes his head. “I’ll explain the whole thing later. For today, let’s take it easy on Julia,”

Michela stares at him, frozen in shock. Before she can comment on his sanity, Albert grabs her and drags her out of the plane, Team Yaoi following closely behind. 

The screams of the teens fade out as they release their chutes and land delicately on a floating platform in the middle of the sea. Chris stands on one end, in a red beanie and blue windbreaker, checking his nails. Once the teams are less disoriented, he clears his throat. 

“Welcome to the Atlantic Ocean! We’re somewhere about, say… days from any sign of land, so you better get comfortable,” he chuckles. “Today’s challenge is all about the great unknown- the ocean! Did you know that-”

“We’ve explored more of our own solar system than the ocean. Yes, we’ve heard that one a million times,” Max says, crossing his arms. Chris glares. 

“Alright, Smart Guy. Then I’m sure you’ll really enjoy being under that ocean, alone, for the next few hours, right? ANYWAY, as I was saying- today’s challenge is all about exploration. Each team will be cramming in this teeny tiny little submarine in order to find some of these!” Chris says, tossing each team a rolled up sheet of paper. Max catches theirs and unfurls it, squinting. “And before you say anything- that is, indeed, a treasure map! The first time to uncover the buried booty wins immunity, and first class privileges. Last team to the surface will sleep with the fishes. Hope no one here is afraid of sharks!” he gives the teams a big, toothy grin, as three small yellow submarines surface out of the inky depths. 

Michela swallows a lump in her throat. 

---

MICHELA: “I hate fish, I hate the ocean, and most of all- I hate being underwater. I am a proud landlubber, and no amount of gold and jewels is getting me into that thing!”

---

Team Yaoi bounds into their submarine first, closing the hatch tightly behind them. Team Friendship follows, having to half-drag, half-persuade Bonnie to enter an enclosed space with their teammates. 

Albert huffs as he studies them. “Looks like we won’t have much competition today, right? Michela?”

He turns to see her completely stiffened and sheet-white, as if she’d died and gone into rigor mortis. Albert raises an eyebrow. 

---

“No, no, no, no! You can do it by yourself, I’ll stay up here!” Michela shouts, clawing the docks as Albert drags her to the submarine hatch. 

He narrowly dodges a kick from her platform boots and huffs. “We… are… a team! We do this… together!”

“I can’t!”

“You WILL!”

---

ALBERT: “I know you’re probably wondering why I’ve suddenly decided to put so much effort into this nonsense. The answer is this: when you have no purpose in life, then you can get really rich and spend the rest of your days a hollowed-out shell of a human being… but in a yacht. Plus, this gives me something to do so I don’t have to focus on… all that,”

---

Michela cowers on the floor of the sub, curled into the fetal position. Albert mans the captain’s seat, flicking switches and tapping lights. 

“Seems set. Are you sure you’re not going to vomit? Passing out is okay, but we’re going to be stuck in here with a limited air supply, and I don’t want this place to smell,” he asks, looking at her from over his shoulder. 

She shudders. “I’ll… I’ll be okay… I didn’t eat this morning…”

A red light suddenly illuminates the dashboard and Chris’ voice sounds over a small speaker. “Testing, testing! This right here is your only communication with the outside world- use it wisely! You can also broadcast messages to your fellow teammates, like so- just press that button under the speaker whenever you want to talk, and your message will be sent out to all receiving parties. You have about three hours of oxygen. Good luck!”

Michela shakes, wrapping her arms around herself. Albert turns back to the dashboard and rolls his eyes. “Beginning descent,”

---

Julia squints ahead as their submarine swims through the depths, dodging schools of fish and volcanic mounds. 

Courtney stares at their faded-out paper. “The map seems to indicate the treasure is in some kind of cave system, just up ahead,”

“Oh, great. Even deeper!” Ass sighs, leaning against the back of the sub. A large shadow casts over them from the window behind them and they quickly turn, but there’s nothing there. 

“Stop being such a scaredy pants, the ocean is nothing to be afraid of!” Mal scoffs, pulling her phone out of her pocket. “I can give you a prayer if you need something to- wait- no- NOOO!”

“WHAT?!” Julia and Courtney ask in unison, whirling around. 

“I have no bars!”

---

JULIA: “Did she hit her head on something? That chick has been all over the place- one minute she’s a genius, next she’s back to being a lapdog. Unless she has early onset dementia… something is up,”

---

Despite having the same number of players as Team Yaoi, Team Friendship’s submarine seems much more crowded. Kelly and Phillip are hovering over Max, one on either side of his shoulder- the blonde is ooh-ing and ah-ing at the colorful fish out the main window, and Phillip is backseat driving by pointing out all the controls. 

“And that’s the water pressure gauge. It’s really helpful, because without it, we’d explode into a million pieces, and they’d never find our bodies. Because they'd be exploded into a million pieces,”

“Uh-huh,” Max says dryly, staring ahead. 

“I know a lot about World War Two submarines. I think I was destined for the battlefield,”

“Listen, this is all really fascinating, but this isn’t exactly rocket science. I’m sure I can handle it,” Max says, shooing the two of them away. “Bonnie, what does the map say?”

Bonnie hangs at the back of the group, sighing. 

---

BONNIE: “Sure, I’ve always been outcasted, and sure, people have never really liked me, but at least back then I didn’t feel this weird pressure to be nice and helpful all the time. It’s like… saying no is a bad thing to these people- but letting them walk all over me just makes me feel gross,”

---

“A few more meters and we should be at the mouth of the cave,” they say dryly. Kelly pats them on the back and praises their contribution to the team, which makes Bonnie cringe. 

---

Albert spits out a wad of gum and tears it in two, using the sticky substance to fasten the map to one side of the window. 

Michela is still cowering in the back, hands over her eyes to avoid looking out into the inky depths, which puts Albert on both piloting and navigational duty. 

“I’m sorry I can’t help more,” she quivers, blindly inching closer to the front. 

He sighs. “It’s fine. I won’t let us lose,”

And with that, he pushes the controls down and they begin their descent into the cave. 

---

“Roger, roger!” Kelly says into the speaker, their finger pressed flat against the red communication button. “How’s everyone doing tonight?”

“Kelly, that isn’t a toy,” Max says. They ignore him. 

After a moment, a response crackles back. “Hi, person from other team! We’re gonna getcha!” Mal squeaks. 

Courtney’s faint voice echoes in the background. “Mal, that isn’t a toy!”

The speaker dies again, and Kelly giggles. Max rolls his eyes. “How close are we?”

“Take a left at the next fork,” Bonnie says, staring at the map. Phillip inches over to them and peers over their shoulder, breathing loudly. They grimace. “Haven’t any of you heard of personal space?”

He leaps backwards. “Eek! Sorry! I’m just really good at reading old maps, especially for stolen treasure. In World War Two-”

Bonnie presses their hands over their ears and sulks. 

---

“We’re close- I can feel it!” Julia grins, leaning forward and pressing the controls onward, bringing their sub deeper into the cave. “No more sharing, no more other teams, no more fake pity- hello, victory!”

Courtney and Ass exchange glances, but don’t push. Mal, on the other hand, turns away from the phone she’d been holding to the roof, hoping for a signal. 

“Pity? Who pities the villain?” she asks. 

Julia sighs. “I resent that title, you know. And it’s not important,”

Mal leans over her shoulder, squinting at her. “I don’t pity you. Assney doesn’t pity you… Michela doesn’t, either…” a thought occurs to her suddenly, and she frowns. 

---

MAL: “So, Albert knows about the Assney kiss. Big whoop! He’ll never spill. He’s totally evil, I know- I’ve seen his confessions! But he’s also a big mopey baby, and he’s cautious around Michela. I’m leagues ahead of him,”

---

“We’re too far behind,” Albert says, checking the sonar on the control panel. His blip is comically behind the other two, with Team Yaoi in dead first. “If we can-”

Ksssssh. The speaker crackles to life again, and Chris’ ever-grating voice rings out through the depths. “Team Yaoi has entered the treasure chamber!”

“Shit!” Albert yells, looking around. If they lose- he’ll be forced to vote for Michela, something he didn’t want to risk. “Crap… I didn’t want to do this yet, but…”

He sighs and pushes the speaker button, putting on a cheery tone. “Good job, Team Yaoi. You guys really deserve the win. Or, should I say, Julia deserves the win,”

Back in the Yaoi Submarine, everyone turns to the blonde with raised eyebrows. Mal’s eyes are wide. Ass scoffs. “What’s he mean?”

“After all, it can’t have been easy… people going behind your back like that, forsaking the team for their own selfish wants,” he shook his head. “I’m just glad you won’t have to vote anyone off today.”

Ass and Courtney go pale as Julia leans over and presses on the button. “What are you talking about?”

Mal squeaks. “Wait-!”

“You really don’t know? Now… I just feel even sadder,” Albert’s voice said- his tone was depressed, but there was a twinge of glee in his words. “Ass and Courtney-”

“I SAW ALBERT AND MICHELA KISS!” Mal blurts out, shouting into the speaker. 

Everyone falls silent. The feedback from the other end disappears, indicating Team Mojo has backed out of the communication line. Ass and Courtney blink, both too stunned to speak, and Julia just looks sick. 

The crackling resumes, but it sounds much clearer than before. A new voice speaks. 

“You. Saw. What,” Max hisses. 

Mal leans in, nodding to no one as he teammates stare. “In the confessional! After the Los Angeles challenge!”

“What are you DOING?” Julia hisses, her eyes narrowing. “What’s your angle here?”

Mal hushes her. “I was waiting for the right time to say something… after I’d posted about it, of course… but I just couldn’t keep it in!”

The line goes dead again. 

---

Everyone in Team Friendship is pale. Even Kelly’s sunny disposition is clouded over, and Bonnie looks like they’re about to diffuse a bomb. “Max…”

---

But none look more mortified than Team Mojo themselves. Michela has been snapped out of her anxiety, and is now staring straight out the window in shock. Albert grits his teeth. 

---

ALBERT: “I can’t believe it. I’ve… been outplayed. It’s almost impressive,”

---

A faint ding sounds over the speaker, but Chris doesn’t have to urge anyone on before they burst into a musical number. 

Max scoffs. “Girlfriend kisser! I knew he was a jerk, and now you’ve gone and dissed her,”

“Sure, he had his moments, but we’re not gonna miss him now!”

Mal sings along over the intercom, a grin breaking across her face as her impulsive move rides out. “Girlfriend kisser!”

“You’re gonna get- what’s coming to you- if it’s the last thing, I ever do-oo-ooh!” Max continues. 

“That’s right!” Mal eggs him on. “That’s right!”

“That’s right!” the two sing in unison. 

Max clears his throat and goes on. “Let’s go a little back, you got McLean sacked- 

“Then he got out, you hack!” Mal continues. “And you set out for your attack!”

“All those times I knew you were bad news- I was right, it was true!”

Julia scoffs to herself. “Duh, it was so obvious!”

“Girlfriend kisser!” They sing in unison. 

“You are not her new mister- you’re a jobless, vegan, nasty blister!” he huffs, jobbing his finger at the speaker as if it’s a person. “Girlfriend kisser! You’re gonna get, what’s coming to you- if it’s the last thing, I ever do-oo-ooh!”

The communication cuts out and Team Yaoi stares at each other, flabbergasted while Mal grins maliciously. Ass and Courtney share a guilty look, but neither one of them says anything.

Mal turns back to the team with a wide grin. “Well? Let’s win this thing!”

---

Max slams on the submarine brake, holding them in place. He huffs and turns to the rest of the team. “Change of plans. We’re on a suicide mission- Team Mojo CAN. NOT. WIN!”

Bonnie grimaces. “I hate to be the last sane person on the team, but do you think that’s really-”

“YES, it’s necessary! Let’s move!”

Bonnie grumbles but concedes as he turns the sub around. Both Phillip and Kelly look to them nervously, the blond leaning in. “Um, shouldn’t you stop him?”

“Why should I do anything? I’m not your mom,”

“Yes, but I mean… you’re a voice of reason. Everyone listens to you!”

They grunt, and cross their arms. “Well, maybe you shouldn’t. Max- go get them!”

He nods back to Bonnie and speeds up, the goth smiling wickedly and watching as Kelly and Phillip watch, flabbergasted. 

“Bonnie, don’t you think that’s a little mean to-”

“No! You know what? I’m sick of playing nice! I need SPACE!” They shout, storming off to the back of the sub (which albeit, only took a few steps). “You can like me all you want, but I don’t owe you anything!”

Phillip and Kelly wince at their outburst. Max chuckles and presses on. 

---

MAX: “It’s about time they learned about the wonderful world of boundaries. Sometimes they remind me too much of a dog that wasn’t socialized enough as a puppy,”

---

Michela is still in shock as Albert presses on, speeding deeper into the cave system. His plan may have backfired, but there’s no stopping him now- except for Team Yaoi flying by in the opposite direction, treasure chest located firmly between the claws of the sub. 

“CRAP!” He shouts, quickly turning around. It’s a race to the surface now- and all inhibitions are gone. 

---

“Follow that sub!” Bonnie shouts, pointing dead ahead at Team Mojo. Max grimaces and speeds up, going as fast as he can. “Get them, Max!”

Just as they’re about to ram into the back of the yellow sub ahead of them, it breaches the surface- Team Friendship just behind. Chris’ voice crackles over the speaker, now clearer.

“Team Yaoi has won the challenge! Team Friendship, as the last ones to surface, you’ll be up for elimination. Ciao!”

And with that, his voice disappears. 

---

“For the last time, Mal is a liar,” Albert says, storming through economy with Max shortly behind. Michela is sitting on one of the benches, hunched forward as if about to be sick. She hasn't once said a word since they docked, and based on the pale and sickly complexion she's sporting, no one has pushed her.

“How should I know? Mal's the only one who’s treated me with any DECENCY!” he shouts. Albert grits his teeth. 

Bonnie, Phillip, and Kelly watch the display with tired eyes, none enjoying the back and forth that’d been consuming the cabin for hours. 

---

First class is much different. Courtney and Ass are attempting to sleep, though none have been very successful so far. Julia is huffing, pacing back and forth. 

She spoke aloud as she walked the length of the cabin. “Mal did something insanely impulsive, incredibly risky, and just smart enough to win- she’s keeping something from me,”

“So? She’s a pathological liar who likes watching people squirm. Tell me something new,” Courtney yawns, turning over in their seat. 

The blonde growls. “I’m not talking about her weird Chris McLean photocard Etsy or her AO3 account. I mean she’s hiding something big time, and it’s starting to irk me,”

Ass and Courtney looked between each other nervously. 

---

COURTNEY: “Could Mal have… no, no, she wouldn’t know. There’s no way! She probably just lied to get a kick out of it... right?,”

---

“Welcome one, welcome all- what a day!” Chris chuckles. Max glares at him so coldly it makes the host shiver. “...Alright. Kelly and Phillip, you’re safe. Max, you’re partially responsible for the team loss today… and Bonnie, you might be the only person he would’ve listened to, and you egged him on out of spite! Hah!”

The campers stare back blankly. He clears his throat. 

“But your team has voted, and decided that only one of you is expendable- and one of you is not,” Chris says, bouncing a bag of pretzels in his hand. “And that expendable person… Is…

…Bonnie. Sorry, dude, you’re out!”

They stand, breathing a quick sigh of relief. Bonnie graciously accepts the parachute from Chef and turns back to their team one last time. 

“I hope you all learned a valuable lesson today-”

“Don’t push someone to their limit?” Kelly smiles nervously. 

“Don’t kiss Max’s girlfriend?” Phillip says, earning himself a sharp glare. 

“NO! Well, I guess- I mean, never mind. The lesson is to leave loners alone. We’re not all secret saps, you know,” they say, pointing. “And Max… man, good luck.”

And with that, they jump. Chris wipes a crocodile tear from his eye and gives scattered applause. “Beautiful!”

Max stands and storms off. 

---

“Okay, I acted impulsively. So what? I panicked! What was I supposed to do, let that rat take my prize blackmail?” Mal scoffs, pacing back and forth. A few rats perched on the boxes surrounding her give a round disapproving squeaks. “Sorry. I just mean… Albert is a snake, that’s what he is. And I won’t let him win.”

“You’ve made the correct decision. A later blow to your team can cause far more damage than an early one. He is quite the fool,”

The words are spoken with a faint smile, half amused, half in agreement.

The air in the cargo hold is stale and stuffy, towers of crates and luggage rising above the two teens like a jungle of pleather and plywood. Rats scutter around Mal’s feet, scaling her clothes and scurrying past the cross-legged boy sitting adjacent to her. 

“I know. But there’s no way he’s coming back from this,” she grins wickedly, crossing her arms. “And if I can get Max on my side… Well, then that’s just easy-pickings until the finale!”

Frollo rolls his eyes at her glee, though not necessarily in judgment, wrapping a rosary around his hand. “What ever. If you think you can adequately punish those degenerates, then by all means,”

#ttwt #total takes world tour #holy shit guys. so much happening

[mediocre-daydreams]

five hour energy thief (one shot)

pairing: uni student! peter parker x grumpy! reader

summary: some jerk has the nerve to snatch the last bottle of five hour energy and you can’t stand his beautiful face, especially after he runs you over with his skateboard

W/C: 0.9k

A/N: also my first time writing for peter parker! we’re on summer break right now and i could not wish more that i was back on campus for fall term-- its my favorite time of the year

you were having the worst monday, possibly ever. somebody had taken your clothes out of the dryer and you couldn’t find your hairbrush this morning, meaning you were wandering campus with a slightly damp t-shirt and bedhead. you had made a cup of instant coffee last night using the last of your nesquick grounds, but had then spilled it over your library book which meant a) you had been running with noncaffeinated blood for the last 12 hours and b) that you’d have to pay a fine. you had even gone the school store before class to pick up a five hour energy, and with just your luck, some mousy-haired asshole holding a skateboard got to it before you. damn him. who even skateboards these days?

harumphing, you put in earbuds and blasted stevie nicks as loud as your phone would allow before giving you that stupid “ear damage volume” whatever message; at this point, you’d risk ear damage just to drown out your horrible day.

hands in your pockets, you cracked your neck side to side and admired the last of the red leaves on campus. fall had always been your favorite season; if you weren’t so broke, you would’ve indulged in a chai or some classic, overly-syruped seasonal drink, but you were so broke. there was nothing quite like the bite of the late autumn chill on your ears, the crunch of dry leaves under boots, or the sting of a passing breeze on your cheeks—

shit. that was decidedly not a passing breeze.

you landed ungracefully on your bottom, probably scuffing the bottom of your favorite jeans. you cursed once more. what the fuck?

looking up, you saw the hand of some lanky motherfucker extended towards you, skateboard long forgotten as he looked down with concern. his grip was firm as he pulled you up, his hands calloused but warm and wrapped snugly around yours. he also looked disheveled, but unlike you, he looked good regardless. you could just tell he’d be annoying.

“i am- i am so, so sorry. that was totally my fault. is your phone okay?” he picked up your phone, face down on the pavement, panicked. “shit! no, i mean, are you okay? i’m so sorry, i don’t usually run into pretty girls like this,” he gulped. “not that i run into people very often at all- anyways! i’m so sorry.” he dropped his head into his hands and ran them down his face, peeking out from between his fingers to give you a sheepish smile.

yep. super annoying. i hate it when people apologize. i hate cute clumsy boys.

you squint at him. “hey, you look familiar…”

“um, do i? i’m sorry, i don’t think i know you.” he chuckled nervously, eyes darting away. why the fuck is he so shifty and weird? and pretty?

“oh my god, you’re that five hour energy thief, aren’t you? from this morning? the skateboard guy who just swung in and took the last one?” you shook your head in disbelief.

“i mean, i wouldn’t say i swung in… but yeah, i guess that was me.” he rubbed the back of his neck as you shifted your weight to examine him closer. he was quite pretty, that you could admit. but there was something off about him that made you reluctant to trust him. whatever. fuck it.

you extended your hand and introduced yourself. “do you happen to know a gwen? she’s in my dorm, i swear she’s described someone like you before.”

“oh! right, i’m peter, peter parker. it’s nice to meet you, and yeah, i think i might’ve heard of a gwen. blonde hair, ponytail, pre-med?” you nod, finally cracking a smile.

“maybe i should set you guys up sometime. she seems curious,” you trail off, raising your eyebrows mischeviously. he blushes, much to your satisfaction. gwen’s gonna owe me for this one.

“actually, i’m not really close with gwen. i’m really sorry about that five hour energy though, do you think i could get your number instead? only because i feel really guilty and i want to get you a new one, though. but maybe we could coincidentally run into each other at the school store and, y’know, take the opportunity to grab something to eat?” he runs his tongue over his lower lip as he peers down at you with renewed confidence.

this arrogant bitch is a flirt! god, i hate flirts. and i hate that it’s working.

“well, considering the two times i’ve seen you today have ended pretty poorly for me, i think you might be bringing me bad luck.”

“hey, well third time’s a charm, right?” he takes a couple steps forward until you can smell his cologne on his sweater. this time, you’re the one to flush. it’s just the cold, you think. i take it back, i’m no longer a fan of late autumn.

you let out an exaggerated sigh. “alright, peter parker. give me your fucking phone.” you punch in your number and he watches you with amusement dancing over his features at your concentrated face lit by the glow of his screen. he resists the urge to toussle your hair.

“you won this time, parker. but you better make that coincidental run-in worth it, because i’m not big on fourth chances, ‘ya hear me?” he brings two fingers up to his forehead in a mock salute as he strides backwards to pick up his skateboard.

“see you, thief!”

.・。.・゜��・.・✫・゜・。.

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#peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker #peter parker x y/n #tasm!peter fluff #tasm fic #peter parker imagine #tasm peter x you #marvel imagine #marvel self insert

[thephloxbayou]

Im so fucking angry.

I wasnt going to talk about going per protocol but this was so fucking lame it doesn't matter. It was never a threat or a blink on existence.

I went to a local vigil for Aaron Bushnell.

Now, a few things. This is my first time getting to go to anything like this. I have a sleep disorder, and I work nights. Usually activist groupings tend to happen last minute/you find out last minute. I'm far from Boston, on Cape Cod (I've mentioned where i lived generally before hence why I dont mind saying it here), and it's an ordeal to go even for fun. Things rarely happen on days I have off, and if they do, i probably worked the night before or have to that night. I cant take work off, im poor and its hard to get last minute coverage without my job being at risk.

But I found out yesterday about the local vigil. I rested up well before my shift, did it and came home and got very little sleep. But I could manage and that was the point, I could so I should. I had clothes prepped, black bloc even though i didnt expect anything to happen, and dressed for the cold and rain (its closer to 50 today). My phone was at home, my ID and house key in the car, parked some ways away and walked, only had my car key, a water bottle, and a few fruit snacks on me. It started at 1pm but I got there at 2 (lack of sleep plus making sure to eat a good meal just in case rather than run out on a near empty stomach).

I didnt expect a ton, this area is wealthy and white, but I wanted to be ready if anyone of color got harrassed because I have my privilege as a white person. Good to practice anyways. I also felt like maybe the gathering would have more energy, given that it came out that Aaron was a Cape Cod native. Either way, I was prepared to stand outside all day even if the rain that was forecasted was pouring down.

Well I walk up at 2... and they're wrapping up. Everyone (like 45 people) is standing around with signs, but theyre chatting and holding the signs down at their sides. They took a group photo with their signs calling for an end to this horribleness while smiling. I finally managed to say hello to the organizer, and mentioned that I didn't realize everyone would only be here for an hour. "Well it started to rain really hard." People stood around and talked about their anger at our government, and the horrors of whats happening in Palestine, then left because they were cold and it was wet (was listening to conversations and goodbyes. I was wandering on my own, everyone else was with friends). I heard the organizer talking about how he just vacationed in Costa Rica and was going back, then going to some other vacation spot.

My husband was surprised when I came home basically right after I left. I am so deeply angry by how comfortable these people out here are. This is not the first time Ive complained about that, i grew up with a hard life, we came out here on an opportunity, so I wouldnt off myself in the bad situation we had been in, and with his mother's help where she could (he grew up here). Ive never felt comfortable here because these people are living in a different world than I do, and even people who are just normal people and not some rich asshole look at me weird when I say stuff that I consider perfectly normal given where i grew up/class level. You're so angry over this, over the pain the people of Palestine are going through, that you go through the effort of organizing an event, and you stand around and talk about your "anger," and then you LEAVE after an hour because it's a little cold (warmest day we've had in weeks) and it's raining, which was forecasted and you could prepare for???

I havent calmed down. I cant go back to sleep cuz I already took my adderall which i need to stay awake on any regular day with that sleep disorder. I went ready for a fight, I wasnt expecting one but I was prepared, and expected at least a little energy from the group. But nothing. You accomplished nothing but making yourselves feel better.

I wish I could do more. I wish I had money to donate. I wish I had the ability to go physically support activist movement. All just like I wish I could during the summer of 2020. Im constantly torn between recognizing my position and suffering as valid and not a reason to beat myself up for not being able to do more, and feeling like I'm not doing enough and it's just excuses. But I just... cant fucking believe everyone I saw today. I mean yeah, i believe it, i know, i knew, but im just still furious. This is why we're in this fucking position people.

#gaza #free palestine #protest #aaron bushnell

[cloudytaemin]

Sugar (Act V)

Pairing: Taemin x Reader

Series Genre: Sugar Daddy AU, Smut, PWP, PWF

Series Warnings: Mentions of Abuse, Mental Illness, Depression, Alcohol, Sex, Daddy Kink, BDSM

Chapter Warnings: Pet Names, Kissing, Recollection of Traumatic Events, Depression, Alcohol

WC: 2.61k

A/N: This one is kind of angsty, but maybe it's sweet too :)

Taglist: @taerzannie @taem-min @badpvn @aquawol @nirvanawrites111

A soft hand rubs up and down your arm, stirring you awake. "Good morning, y/n," Taemin smiles down at you, standing above the bed.

It seems that he's been awake a while, clad in a suit and his bangs neatly swept to the sides of his face. "Morning, Daddy," you yawn. You purposefully act slightly seductive in hopes of getting him to not focus on last night. Who can think about your trouble when they're busy fucking you for their own pleasure? Exactly, nobody.

"Do you have work today?" You question, signaling to his suit that you took observation of a few moments earlier.

"Yes, my driver will pick you up in a bit to take you home," he purses his lips. "I was hoping that I could stay home with you today, but my schedule calls for otherwise."

Part of you was glad, you could get back to your dorm and work on a few essays.

Just like Taemin said, one of his drivers were there to pick you up and help you get home.

Once you arrive in your single dorm, you slump into your desk chair and open your computer. What greets your eyes isn't foreign, but you'd forgotten you'd even done it. Taemin's instagram glows on your screen, elegant yet full of parties at the same time.

Forgetting your assignments, you begin to scroll down it again just to find quite a few shirtless photos and even a few of him in the shower, none of them something Instagram would ban, but something that could definitely get you aroused.

Despite how caring and kind Taemin was to you at most moments, that kiss really put a spark in you. When your lips reconnected for the second time last night, fireworks went off in your brain and you felt the extreme need for more. Then wasn't the time, though.

You text Taemin despite knowing that he's at work. Tonight you would try to get something out of him, even if it risked the contract. You were longing to feel loved, the way that was safe and didn't result in immeasurable pain.

y/n: hey are we gonna meet tonight

T: I thought tomorrow was your day off.

Class wasn't until 2 pm that day. It could wait, one night couldn't hurt, could it?

y/n: yeah but its okay im not busy until the afternoon

T: I think you should look after your family member.

Fuck, you forgot you told him that lie. You could just say they died, right?

y/n: they passed away the other day, unfortunately :(

T: Don't you have a funeral to plan, then?

T: I think we should talk about this in person. Come meet me for lunch. Same cafe as usual, driver will be there in ten.

You're in deep shit. You can tell just by him asking to talk in person.

Taemin scowls as he reads through your short conversation again in the back of his car, he can't believe you lied to him. He isn't one for lies, they aren't to be taken lightly. After how he treated you, you can only do this in return?

Maybe you were just a selfish slut who manipulated him with your emotions, just like the last one did. Just like the one before that, and the one that came before that. None of them have real emotions, you all just want to use him. He had thought there might be something real, how fucking stupid of him.

You're all only there for sex, he should stop opening himself up and showing compassion. It's all a waste, he thinks.

The air is unbearably tense as you both arrive at the cafe and sit down. "Do you want to go first, or am I going to tell you what you've done wrong, like the worthless manipulative whore you are?"

It hurt, his words hurt. You may have lied, but you weren't a whore. You would never ever try to hurt him, especially since this was starting to be more than just a work deal. He was too supportive.

You decide to say nothing and continue to stare down at your lap, anxiousness building in your chest.

"What, are you going to sit there and try to cry?" He was angry beyond words, just spitting out anything that came to mind. Even if somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it was true, every thought was incoherent as he'd been not only angered but even a bit disappointed.

"Fine. I guess I'm telling you then. Did you lie to me or not? Being indifferent about a family member's death and then trying to meet just recently after they passed? We've had four, today makes five days y/n. There's only two days left in our trial contract. I'm going to go ahead and guess that you lied, so now's your chance to confess." His face is cold as he drills his eyes into the top of your head, your eyes directed into your lap.

"I'm a college student. I'm just trying to save up so I don't have to pay college tuition for the rest of my life," you meet his eyes despite the tears brimming your own.

"I'm not a whore, and I'm not trying to fake any of these emotions. I'm a human being, just like anyone else, I may not have as much skill as those other women that you get to do this for you, but I'm sensitive. I have shit going on, okay? Fucking hell, I honestly don't even know if I can follow through on the last two days," you begin a mild rant, hurting at not only his words but how much this impacts you after the past few days and how much emotion they've had.

"I don't understand why you won't just fuck me and make me leave like all the rest and then flaunt me around, I don't get why this is somehow like a relationship and it's scary, I won't even lie. I just want you to use me so this arrangement can be done, I don't get why you won't just fuck me," you finish, tears now flowing from your eyes.

"You want to be fucked? Is that what you want? I was trying to be nice. I always try to," he growls, slamming his hand on the table. "But I suppose that was worthless, no? You want to show Daddy what you're worth? Then I'll let you. Let's go, y/n, and I'll show you what you really signed up for if the kindness isn't enough." Taemin stands and yanks you from your chair, storming out of the cafe with you in tow.

"I-I don't think you need to go this far, I-" you stumble over your words as he shoves you in the backseat.

"Fine then, if it's that bad, then say the word 'contract' when you get too far. I may be mean but I'm not a fucking rapist." He slams the door after he finishes his sentence and hops in the back seat shortly after next to you.

He kisses you roughly just a second after he tells the driver to go home, and somehow you decide that his lips on yours are exactly what you wanted and needed. Even if this wasn't the setting, you were unconsciously falling back into your routine of letting the men do whatever they wanted to you.

You think about the last time the two of you kissed and hesitate for just a moment. This was so different from before, that one was so delicate while this one is so hungry and angry. You quickly remind yourself to just go with it. This is what you wanted, right?

"y/n..." Kibum chuckles as he breathes against your neck. You stir softly before waking from your sleep, yawning a bit.

"Good morning, Bummie.." you yawn again.

Kibum begins to trail kisses up your neck before sticking his hand into your pants and immediately into your warmth. "Kibum..." you groan. "I'm sore, please..." you pout slightly, carving the look of the drywall into your brain for the thousandth time.

Kibum's face blocks the view of it just a few moments later, forcing his lips onto yours and thrusting his fingers in and out of you. You groan slightly and push him away, complaining again. "Bum, I really am sore."

He proceeds by beginning to pull your pants down and insert his rock hard cock into your hole, earning an upset but also pleased moan from you. He continued to kiss you roughly, whispering how good you obeyed him.

At the memory of Kibum you shatter internally slightly. You couldn't do this, it wasn't right, this wasn't like you or Kibum, it wasn't like any of the ones you'd had before. You couldn't keep denying that.

You feel the car come to a stop as you arrive at Taemin's parking garage, him forcefully pulling you out of the car and pulling you into the elevator to ride up to the floor he owns, well, his penthouse, floor, they're the same to you by now. He fumbles with his passcode and quickly opens the door, slamming you against it harshly.

His lips attach to yours again, no words being shared between the two of you as he explores every inch of you with his hands and tongue. His thigh presses between yours and you break away, panting. "I- I don't know if we should- I don't think.." you struggle to get words out of your mouth as the memory of Kibum echoes through your head, his harsh and forceful ways reflecting on Taemin right now.

"You're the one who asked." Taemin says curtly, lifting you up and hiking your legs around his thin waist before walking to the bedroom. He tosses you onto the bed and starts to pull off your shirt and bra, attaching his mouth to your nipple.

"You're my slut to do what I wish with, you're just a useless body for me to use for my own pleasure." Taemin looks into your eyes as he says it, their orbs dark and void of emotion.

"Mine, you're mine to do whatever I want with. Never forget that, you're mine and you serve only for me, y/n. Only me," Kibum pinches your nipples.

His words echo in your head as tears brim in your eyes while Taemin's hands travel all along your sides and breasts. "Please," you let out in a tearful gasp. "I can't, contract, contract, I can't. Please, I'll do anything..." you break down into sobs and watch as Taemin's face turns sour and he sits up, kneeling on the soft covers of his bed.

His mouth falls open slightly as if he had been wanting to say something, but all he does is place your shirt next to you and get up softly, walking out of the room and shutting the door with a soft click.

You take shaky breaths as tears flow from your cheeks. Maybe it was okay if he was someone else, but he was Taemin, he was Taemin... that was who he was and you didn't like him just because he gave you money anymore..

You hear shuffling around the house before the front door slams, shaking you just a bit as you continue to try and calm yourself down. Gone. He was gone. But why did he leave instead of kicking you out?

You stand quietly from the bed and pull on your shirt, your feet padding softly against the hardwood floor as you make your way to get out of the room. You turn the handle slowly as the darkness is flooded by moonlight through the crack you've made. You peek your head out and check that nobody is present before making your way to the guest room to try and sleep off your emotions.

You stare at the ceiling as you try to drift off, sleep eventually greeting your tired brain and eyes.

The sound of the front door slamming yet again awakens you. You roll over and pick up your phone, seeing the time was 4:53. The worst part about this penthouse was that the walls between the rooms were too thin, letting anyone hear anything and everything.

You listen as the door to Taemin's room clicks open. Little do you know his face is falling as he sees the empty bed and his mildly drunken state isn't helping. He sighs and flops onto the bed, tears welling in his eyes. "Fuck, why did you ruin me?" He talks to himself, slamming his right fist on the bed and groaning.

You shut your eyes and take a deep breath, listening as he begins to scream. "Why did you fucking use me? I thought I loved you, but now you've left me and I tried to fuck you out of anger, why did you use me? Why did you make it seem like you weren't only there to be my useless human accessory, why y/n? Fuck you.. fuck you..." Taemin breaks down into tears as he screams, pulling at his hair.

You hear remnants of yourself in his breakdown, tears welling in your own eyes at his emotion. He continues to question why he ever considered letting you in, showing you more than just the ATM side of him and even feeling something. "I can't believe you were only looking to save yourself like all of the others."

You can't bear to hear anymore after that, jumping out of bed and storming into his room. Tears stream as you shakily assert yourself, Taemin's terrified face questioning why you were even there still.

"You're here, what the fuck, what the fuck...!"

"Please, I can't- I'm... I didn't use you, I pushed myself away because I was so afraid of my feelings, I can't keep telling myself that I'm only here for your money because I'm not.. the memories of Kibum echo constantly and I can't keep getting money with those scars, and you... you..." you stop and take a deep breath. "You comforted me though them, you understood, you made me feel like it was okay to be broken... it wasn't just a game with you, I don't know what I'm saying but I swear to god I never used you and I never wanted you to use me and fuck me. Never, ever, I was just so confused as to why you cared instead of disregarding everything that was wrong with me." You pant as your tears continue to fall, out of breath from the exertion and mental pain.

Taemin blinks at you slowly, his face red and puffy from tears. His voice is hoarse and he stumbles over his words as he says them. "You really didn't use me?" He runs his fingers through his hair to get it out of his eyes and sighs, thinking about this. Could he really trust this again? You lied so many times... but you also showed him so many raw emotions...

"I never did, really, I'm so sorry..." you wipe your eyes as they keep fogging up, sniffles becoming uncontrollable.

He opens his arms and waves his hands for you to come into his arms. You purse your lips and pout strongly before falling into his embrace. He wraps them around you tightly and pets your head against his shoulder. "I'm sorry," he whispers, pulling his covers up over the both of you.

He rubs his hands up and down your back as he encourages you to go to sleep so the both of you can talk tomorrow.

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Fic Rec😁

A Quiet Night (Not in the Cards) by Delightful_I_Am - (Rating: T, Words: 4369, sterek)

"Derek fucking Hale!"

The shout rang through the bar and for a long moment nobody moved. It was like something out of a movie. Everything just stopped; the music cut off; one of the servers had frozen mid-pour. Grady would have laughed if he weren't holding his breath. The kid straightened his shirt, a glimpse of stomach showing the curling edges of a tattoo on his hip, and strode toward where Hale was sitting in the dark corner. As one, every supe in the place turned to see Hale's reaction; the last person to try to confront Hale in here had left with a broken hand and a whispered threat that the next time Hale would rip their throat out. With his teeth. Unsurprisingly, Hale's face was set in its usual glower, although it seemed a bit softer around the eyes. It took Grady a second to realise Hale knew the kid.

Full Stop by sparkandwolf (thatnerdemryn) - (Rating: G, Words: 645, sterek)

Stiles wasn’t sure if he would ever get used to the sight of a shirtless Derek Hale in his bed. He wasn’t sure how he got lucky enough to see it as frequently as he did, either, but he decided early on in their relationship that he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

That's Debatable by cloudsarefluffy - (Rating: Mature, Words: 16702, sterek)

Stiles is known for not being a run-of-the-mill omega.

He’s mouthy, stubborn, strongly opinionated, and he doesn’t appreciate egotistical alphas in the slightest. In fact, he’ll tell them exactly where to shove it— . . . if he could. Sadly, when you’re in a Contemporary Issues class at school with a teacher who loves write-ups, one must curb the tongue to some degree.

Even when lacrosse star and alpha Derek Hale is being a massive asshole, and continues to argue with Stiles every chance he gets.

Cupid's Rejects by alisvolatpropiis - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 1590, sterek)

Just a short lil' bit of V-day fluff, partially inspired by my current ER binge! 

I am a doctor...but I am not a medical doctor! My apologies for any inaccuracies on that front, and please, for the love of Hoechlin's beard, if you ever experience an allergic reaction, seek medical attention immediately!!

Much love to you all, and Happy late Valentine's Day!

At Home Under the Moon by wanderingeyre - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 18425, sterek)

There is no doubt in Derek’s mind that this fox is alone, in trouble, and needs to come home with them, with him. Derek takes a risk and lets his wolf go, calling his human side forward as he shifts. The fox barks in alarm and scrambles back to the bushes. Derek kneels and holds his hands out palm up.

Derek pushes power into the next words and lets his eyes go red. “I promise. You’re safe. No one will hurt you.”

The Perfect Pack Mom by halcyon1993 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4444, sterek)

Derek gets turned on by how good Stiles is at being Pack Mom and just has to take him.

The Disaster Triplets by wyrmwolf - (Rating: T, Words: 1083, sterek)

Derek really wishes his Beta’s would stop getting Stiles drunk for their own amusement. They didn’t have to deal with a handsy Stiles when he got drunk, and boy could that guy talk when he was under the influence.

New Version Of The Old by GotTheSilver - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3309, sterek)

“I think I’m going to have to shave it off,” Derek says softly, his fingers rubbing against Stiles’ hair. “The pixies really did a number on you.”

“Pixies are assholes,” Stiles grumbles, meeting Derek’s eyes in the mirror. “I haven’t had a buzzcut in years,” he says wistfully. “Figures it’d be because of supernatural beings. Back to looking like a nerdy teenager I guess.”

Blind Date With A Book by thepsychicclam - (Rating: Mature, Words: 30361, sterek)

Stiles thought the Blind Date With a Book trend was a great way to drum up business for his small bookshop. He definitely thought it was a great idea after the hot guy kept returning and buying more blind dates with books.

Derek didn't know how he kept getting set up on blind dates by his family, or why he kept going on them. The highlight of his night was when the date was over and he could go to the little bookshop in town and buy something to read for the rest of the night. He wanted to read, not date.

Love in an Elevator by mikkimouse - (Rating: Mature, Words: 1718, sterek)

Stiles is angry with Derek, and he'd be happy to never have to talk about why. However, they're also stuck in an elevator for the next half hour.

And Stiles is really bad about staying quiet.

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