#i lucked out w this student flat

[cursedcola]

Prompt: "Will You Marry Me?" - Proposal Headcannons Characters: Everyone :) Part(s): Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, Octavinelle (Here!), Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia(Pt.1)(Pt.2) Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Warning(s): None. I mean, unless you don't want to marry any of them. Just don't read if that's the case. Note: These are all if he is the one proposing btw. I've been thinking about maybe programming a small fan-made mini-otome using these ideas. Just for some practice for school while also being self indulgent hehe

Azul Ashengrotto

Fortune. Azul is one fortunate soul. At least, not he thinks himself to be.

and to think that it's because of sheer luck. He did not work for you. He did not climb or claw or plan for you. He did nothing.

No, you chose him. You saw him at his lowest and decided that he was worth becoming friends with. You actively sought him out...just to spend time at his side. Regularly. You enjoyed Azul's company

and over time, he grew to enjoy yours. Immensely. Like a giddy school-girl, his heart fluttered at the thought of you and all his notebooks were covered in doodle hearts.

This was it for him. Azul is a one and done kind of man. It’s you or it’s no one. Which means that it obviously is going to be you because hello??? Azul is not a quitter.

During your younger years as students….he may have been a bit too ambitious. In other words, Azul has proposed many times

And in turn has been rejected. Many. Times.

It began passively. He’d mention here and there his future plans for after schooling. Try to talk himself up, yeah? He’s going to be a big business man, isn’t that just perfect husband material? He can take care of you easily so there’s no need to stress.

Naturally you pushed off these moments as daydreaming and casual joking. Nothing serious. So he ups his game. It just so happens that he mistakenly got a bridal magazine in the mail…oh, look at these dresses and suits! So fancy. So beautiful…oh, you would look absolutely darling in one.

….oh sweet merciful seven please take the HINT. He is LITERALLY throwing himself at you

He ups his game. Again. A romantic candle lit dinner for two. The works. Jazz music, slow dancing, good company, and the casual proposal y’know just your average date.

You have to be doing it on purpose

In your defense. He did not flat out say “will you marry me,” because he chickened out. Instead he asked if you’d like to live with him after graduation as…roommates.

The world is out to get this poor man. It is. It truly just wants him to crash and burn in embarrassment. The way you laughed and went “I think we’re a bit more than that, don’t you think?” HAUNTS him

He screamed into his pillow that night. For hours. Floyd still gives him shit for it

Life continues this way. For reasons unknown…he just couldn’t bring himself to be direct. Which is so unlike Azul considering he spent years toughening himself up.

Maybe deep down he did fear that things wouldn’t work out. A merman and a human…what if you did not want to lige in the sea? What if his body could not sustain human form for long term? Maybe he wanted you to take initiative and prove him wrong. Eventually he did give up.

At least until you both aged into the “roommates”he dreamed about. There were trials and compromise. He never thought to have two homes, one by the ocean and one literally inside of it. Life was perfect….just without the title. And on one random night, Azul thinks “One more time,”. No elaborate ruse. No trickery to get you to ask him. Just….

“Will you marry me?,” Azul whispered into your shoulder. You both lay together in your shared bedroom with nothing but the sound of crashing waves coming in from the outside. Your steady breathing halts, proving that you heard him. With a sigh, he reaches to massage your scalp, “I do not know if you have realized by now…no, I am sure of it. No one is that dense. I won’t pry for why you have ignored my past attempts…all I ask is that you answer this. Will you marry me, (Y/N)? Having you at my side has truly made me the most fortunate man alive,”

{ A black pearl over a gold band. One of the most ultimate displays of wealth. Azul is well aware that this is not the traditional pathway. He could have easily acquired a ‘genuine’ Pearl, perhaps a diamond - but no. You are a rarity. A true jewel. Only a ring worthy to reflect that is worth buying. You were the most unexpected thing and are now the most cherished. This ring represents that,}

Jade Leech

The want caught him by surprise one day, which is rare. Jade is never thrown off guard. At least, not easily.

Then again, you have always been the most difficult person for him to predict. Something he finds very charming since there is always an upbeat atmosphere wherever you go. If his days were a dimming flame, you would be just the right amount of Co2 to spark some fun - not that he would easily admit to it.

Albeit so, Jade is not blind to his emotions. He hides them well underneath a polite smile - but they are there. He is aware of them.

Which is why he snatched you up early on. A relationship was the last thing he thought to find on the surface (or in general, honestly), but Jade knows what he wants when he sees it.

He merely asks you on a date with confidence. You accept, and the process repeats until an unspoken bond formed between the two of you. Not a soul in the nearby vicinity would dare make a move on you with his lingering presence. Jade was pacified, entertained, and happily content with your circumstance.

A circumstance that Jade gets maybe a bit too comfortable with. Just like surprise, it takes a lot for Jade for feel secure. The only person he has truly felt that with is his brother. This lack of overbearing responsibility, where something is being unspoken. No ulterior motive or underlying tone in your actions that make him have to over-analyze.

In the beginning he thought of your bluntness as an extra entertainment factor. Something that he could count on to make those brief unpredictable situations amusing. Yet, as time passed he notices that it's comforting. When he's with you, Jade turns his brain off. Not entirely, of course. He still needs to throw in witty quips and fluster you at LEAST twice per day.

but it's different. It's a different comfort than what he feels with his sibling or with his friend. It's new, and strangely similar to how he feels when he forages while hiking. Perhaps finding peace in another person...maybe there is merit. Hah. Yet another surprise.

On an evening long past curfew, Jade was tending to his botany collection and miniature greenhouse. You sat on his bed, watching videos on your phone. It was almost like you weren't there with him, yet not since he felt your presence. However, there was no pressure to talk or be attentive. He found himself enjoying your presence alone, and it slipped.

"If this is how our days will be when we live together, then perhaps sharing one life is not as inconceivable as I once thought," he said amidst trimming one of his herb plants. Jade turns curiously when he hears a thump from behind, and sees you gawking at him. You had lost your grip on the cell phone, and it fell to the ground.

He eyes you suspiciously. What's startled you? He doubts that any video could render you speechless.

....he spoke aloud, yes? Not in his head. Now it's Jade's turn to lose his composure.

Another surprise, but this is his own doing. Jade has not had a slip of the tongue since his childhood. Even then it was rare. He's never experienced this kind of mess-up...yet, you don't appear appalled.

Jade places the clippers down, and coughs into his gloved hand, "well, it appears I have gotten a loose tongue. It must be from your influence, no doubt". He stands, and moves to sit next to you on his bed, "I've never spoken out of place before, you know. Do you know what this means? I've become weak...and perhaps it it is time you take responsibility for these newfound emotions. I fully intend for many moments like these to happen, and for you to not leave my side. When it is time to leave this place, I believe you will join me. No, I am certain of it"

{An eye of lapis. A reminder that he is always watching - waiting, to see you again. The gem is not see-through. It’s a tough stone. Yet it is beautiful and is appreciated nonetheless. Enough said}

Floyd leech

At first, you believed him to have an obsession. Many did, actually.

The judgement isn't uncalled for either. Floyd's emotions towards you are very strong. With the way he loves to tease and follow you around - he's got a deep attachment. He's always demanding your attention, pulling you from your duties, starting trouble, and nosy. Floyd is oh so nosy and into everything in your life.

You're a toy. His little Shrimpy. The plaything that he absolutely adores and loves to watch. You're the Friday night sitcom to his late-90s grandma.

That's how you see it because that's how he portrays it. With others in agreeance, it is easy to overlook the small undertones in his actions. Especially since he's a touchy and emotional person normally.

Somehow, Floyd had himself tricked as well. He didn't akin his emotions to obsession, but he did think that you were a toy that he would

eventually out-grow. At the start, it really was just a game for him. He liked your reactions and therefore decided to keep you around.

Yet, he never got bored. Eventually the fun events around you stopped being what he found interesting, and instead he liked you alone. Floyd being Floyd instantly tried to confess this, not wanting to waste another minute. Yet you never believed him.

He brushed it off. You'd come around. Not a day went by without him by your side. To the average onlooker (and you, to Floyd's dismay) this still appeared normal. Weeks past by like nothing.

Only the people closest to Floyd see the small giveaways. Like how he glares holes into the mirror portal every morning, or gets snappy with customers if you take too long to visit the Monstro Lounge at night. There's a booth saved, every evening with no student brave enough to go near it unless they want their head chopped off.

When he gives you a 'squeeze,' he never wraps his arms around your stomach. He instead smothers your head and goes tightly around the shoulders. Your squeezes are special. He loves them.

or the name 'Shrimpy'. How he says it to you in public, but in private he occasionally lets your real name slip out. This normally happens during moments when he feels "bored,"(i.e has nothing to talk about) or lighthearted (the rare moments when you get him to relax). Floyd has never said that name with anything other than a positive emotion, despite his mood swings. Shrimpy is his calling card for you, and only his. Yet your name is different. He feels a tummy-twisting kind of weird when he says it.

but the biggest change is Floyd's attitude towards danger when it comes to you. Before, he thrived on it. He liked to hear your stories and be part of the fun. He took joy from the scary adventures you got wrapped into; heck, he was one of them.

Now he gets morbid. Not like how he was before, with eerie threats and a suspenseful aura. He never actually acted unless told to do so, since the over-blots and delinquent students were your problem, not his.

One afternoon, you didn't show up to have lunch with him. That already made him irritable since you know better than to no-show. Did you want a squeeze? Huh, Shrimpy? He'll give you one later.

Then two students come in, all snickering and acting suspicious. Strike two. Now Floyd is upset AND annoyed. Others in the area can feel the animosity in the air.

"Did you see their face? Psh. That'll teach some snot-nosed no-mag to act all mighty. If they know what's good for them, they'll go back to whatever sh*t-hole they came from alrea-" The no-face couldn't finish his sentence. Not with one of the infamous Leech twins gripping his arm tight enough to snap bone.

Floyd smiled, "oh~ So you're the reason my little shrimp isn't eating lunch with me, aren't ya? So. What'd ya do? C'mon guys, I want to know what 'lesson' ya taught, " as Floyd spoke, his grip gradually tightened and he stared straight into the other student's eyes. Each word came out harsher than the last.

They broke quick, as he suspected. With a rough shove Floyd pushed them aside to find you. He had their faces memorized. Let them live in fear for a bit until he collects due payment. For now?

Floyd finds you at your home. He doesn't bother to knock and bursts through the front door, only to see you nursing a black eye on the couch with some ice. He wastes no time in taking it and kneeling in front of you.

Floyd holds the ice to your eye - a bit too harsh- and clenches his jaw when you wince. You won't meet his eyes and it only pisses him off more, "Oi. Look at me," and you do with your one eye. "Why didn't you call me. Why'd you not show up," You sigh and reach a hand to cover his, "because I knew you'd be pissed... I handled it, okay? No need to fake the whole 'I will protect you, my little Shrimpy' scenario. We both know that's not your thing, "

You're wrong. It's not a scenario. You can dismiss his flirting all you want, but even Floyd has a limit. Do you not see how absolutely wreaked overhearing those airheads made him? He's going to do worse than you can think. He won't kill them. No, he'll make sure that no one messes with you anymore. You can't see it, but on the inside he is over it. Done. Finished. Officially has 0% patience.

"Did you know that every time you spout crap like that, it pisses me off? I don't 'act,' because that's boring. I'm not lyin' when I say I like you, and you better start believin' it because I'm over the niceties. If someone messes with you, they mess with me. You're in deep (Y/N) and I'm not letting go, so wait here while I handle some little pests. I love ya. I act this way BECAUSE I love ya. Quit denying me already,"

No one will ever mess with you again. Not with the sparkly little gem on your ring finger, tying you to one of the largest and most threatening groups in the undersea world to date.

{ An aquamarine tear. In all honesty, Floyd did not put much thought into his gem. It sparkled. It is the color of his hair streak (or close to it). He imagined it on your finger and thought that it would stand out - ensuring that anyone and everyone could see it. He thought of your possible expression upon seeing it, and was sold}

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #twisted wonderland azul ashengrotto x reader #twst floyd leech #twisted wonderland floyd leech #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #twst jade leech #jade leech x reader #octavinelle #octovinelle #idk i cant remember how to spell it rn

[agirlwritingthingsforgirlstoread]

The Autobiography of a Neurodiverse Oreoette (Can Shorten to TANO (or just....NO)) Chapter 1

I warn you. This writing piece might come across as a bit pitiful. I'll write out all of the trigger warning before I get started. This writing will contain childhood suicide ideation, bullying, Marxist musings, social rejection, social anxiety, adulthood suicide ideation, anger management issues, empathy deficiencies, so much failure, and maybe after all of that, just sprinkle of acceptance and hope.

This author has loved writing see the beginning of time ( yes really), and may or may not be partially stuck in some mixture of childhood, teenage, and young adult reasoning. This author has also spent most of her life alone, so please forgive any misperceptions on the outside world. This author can only conceive of what is in her head, a side effect of her neurodiversity. This writing will likely not be written chronologically, but the author hopes that the order makes some sense to the reader. This author wishes the reader luck on this journey.

Now that the disclaimers are written and the audience is established, let's begin. There are things that are different, but in a normal way. Let's take fashion. For decades, centuries, millennia even, each generation has felt a need to reinvent their expression of themselves through the clothing adorned on their bodies. In high school in the late 2000s, skaters and their admirers waltzed through the halls very tight jeans that hugged the ankles, known as skinny jeans. Other students wore bright red lipstick, and dark hair, a reflection of a vampire obsession caused by Young Adult novels. But the perceived norm were expensive shirts from labels like Abercrombie and Fitch, Hollister and Aeropostale, maybe with a pair of flip flops from Bebe. There were norms, and accepted deviations from those norms. Deviations could mean you were treated with hostility from the accepted norms, but there were usually at least a handful of people to clump up with in the cafeteria, even on the furthest points from the norm.

And then there are people like me, who wore clothes from elementary school, that were untaken care of, who who thought less of her appearance because they had read Dr. King and took his statement on being "judged by the content of their character" as literally as possible. This was not a deviation from the norm, it was an attack on unspoken values that our culture holds dear, it is never socially acceptable to look "unkept" or as if you just rolled out of bed and threw on garments. That is not a fashion statement. That is a failure to do humaning correctly. And so one might imagine the confusion at the way may classmates ignored me, snapped at me for asking questions, moved away from me when I approached, and held a general disdain for my existence. You also might imagine that when others respond to a person negatively, that person may be inclined to do some self reflection and change things about themselves to covert to more acceptable ways of being. But not me. My brain works differently. Like many students of the Barney era, I was taught that uniqueness was a prized possession, and I was stubborn enough not to change, even when facing painful isolation. After all, if all of your friends jumped off a bridge, you wouldn't do it too would you? Yet another idiom that I took literally. Nuance was not, is not my forte. It really doesn't help that flat out rejection of social norms are usually not met with kindness, not from students or adults. My parents and teachers, god bless them, were just as curt and cruel as the students in school. I think the most cutting comments about my appearance came from my mother, and my stubbornness and unwillingness to let go of my core principles, that a person's appearance has nothing to do with who the person is on the inside, caused a household where compliments were non existent (at least towards me), and violent outbursts were the norm.

There's that word again, norm. See, another unspoken rule is that it's okay to be cruel to kids if they are failing at grasping one of the basic tenets of society. There was so much sympathy for her .How could she have been cursed with such an evil child? We know she's evil because of how she looks. Surely these acts of cruelty we witness are acceptable because when a child exists outside of the rules, the abuser is justified in any and all attempts to force them into compliance. Particularly true if the child has very poor hygiene, like I did/do. That would exhaust the compassion of any reasonable person, thus violence is a completely fair response. I wonder if his is how terrorists groups justify their behavior.

End of Intro

#books #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #adhd #autism #depression #african American culture #afro #memoir #black women #black tumblr #infj feelings

[cometgirl]

I'm moving out forever soon because of the pandemic but god I will miss the light in my room, this is a photo with no edits or filter

#gonna post some pics of how pretty this room was bc honestky #i lucked out w this student flat #rent was bearable and LOOK at the light #unreal #sunlight #plants #student #studyblr #mine

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Hiii~~ I have an idea like when W0nw00 asks his gf to open the Fifa (a game on PS) package and get the players he wants, so he decided to give his gf a good, hard fvck as an award.

“Mmmh, f-fuck!”, you moan on the carpeted floor, your knees getting burned from the friction. The PS4 controller is long abandoned somewhere in the room and the screen is still on, showing the images of your boyfriend’s favorite players.

It all started because Wonwoo asked you to open that in-game FIFA package for him, saying that his luck is terrible and that he could use a change of luck - and who are you to deny the pleading eyes of your boyfriend?

So you just press two buttons, open the package and you hear your boyfriend gasp in surprise and you realize that you have pulled his favorite players. He started kissing you out of excitement, happy that he finally got the players he wanted - all because of you.

And that’s pretty much how you ended up on the floor, on all fours, with Wonwoo’s cock railing your pussy.

“God, babe, I should have made you open all of my packages from the beginning”, he chuckles as he grips your hips tighter, one hand pressing on your back. “And what would I w-win?”, you croak out, your hands gripping what they can from the carpet.

“Does blowing your back out like that sound as a good enough reward to you, sweetheart?”, he pulls you flat on his chest, his arm around your torso. “W-We have a deal”, you huff out and Wonwoo hums in satisfaction. “Good girl...We gonna have so much fun together, sweetheart”, he moans in your ear seductively, “You’ll watch me play games and I can teach you how to play...But you gotta behave and learn so we can play together~”. 

You already knew what he meant with learning.

But fuck, you were so ready to be his best student.

#wonwoo smut #svt wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #svt smut #seventeen smut #seventeen #answered✨

[sor-vette]

#12 A New Slate

“It’s a refurbished student housing,” you explain as they trail after you like ducks in a row. Even if they don’t understand what you’re saying, they seem to be clinging to every word. Wherever you look there’s always at least one pair of doe eyes staring expectantly back at you a.k.a. what do you do when you open your doors and find a certain retired boyband for some reason wants to move in

▶ type: ot7 x fem! reader (poly)

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▶t/w: mentions of parental neglect, abandonment issues, internalized victim-blaming

▶ a/n: me promising angstier angst and then not delivering it, pure clownery, loves.

“Well, he couldn’t have just disappeared into thin air!” Jin argued, desperately, pacing around at the tenth “the customer you’re trying to reach is not accepting any calls right now. Please try later!”

“Maybe he just went to a shop or something?” Taehyung suggested unconvincingly.

Jimin stared outside the window, warming one leg against the slowly heating radiator, hands crossed.

“Jungkook, if you went where I think you did,” he thought to himself, glancing back at the frazzled argument spiralling in the background. “You’re so dead.”

Jungkook fixed the backpack on his shoulders, pulling Hoseok’s yellow beanie lower, watching the streets pass by, buildings blending into one another. School-children trudged sleepily on their way, street sweepers pushed mountains of dead leaves off the sidewalks. Life went on.

He hurriedly got off at the next stop, rotating his phone in the direction of the pointing arrow. He stopped by a small, weathered shop with a “Blue May Tarot” sign swinging above his head. He wondered whether the beings mad at him were tempted to drop this thing on him.

The woman behind the counter glared venomously through the glass as Jungkook waited two minutes before 10 o'clock when she opened.

He could swear there was a “what is wrong with you” under her breath. Habitually, he bowed and meekly approached the distrustful young lady. She was nearly twice smaller than him, but the enraged, sleep-deprived aura that seeped from her, made him drag his feet along.

“Hello, I’d like to…talk… connect to someone?”

“Man, I don’t do seances, I just work here,” she tiredly huffed at him.

“It’s…she’s not dead. She’s….tarot…um…reader?”

“You think because I work here, I can connect with some random tarot reader like we’re all synced up in the same network?”

Her face was entirely blank and her tone was so flat, Jungkook had no idea whether she was joking or not.

“Yes?” he questioned timidly, receiving a dry judgment.

“Get the hell out of here.”

“Okay,” and he ran out.

“Hmm, maybe I can help you,” the man suggestively smirked, leaning on his forearms and looking up at Jungkook with hooded eyes at the next stop.

“Uhh….I have a partner.”

“Of course, you do.”

“Honey, I really can’t help you here,” the elderly woman, patted him on the head and Jungkook sagged in yet another defeat. “Without even a name, it’s not like I can use a crystal ball to call the person up.”

“I understand,” he grumbled, cheeks turning pink at the obtained motherly affection.

“Wait a moment,” she rushed to a wooden box perched upon the orange armchair, weighed down by boxes and old books. She dragged a velvety pouch out of it and handed it to Jungkook. Out of it, there fell a yellow stone necklace.

“It’s citrine,” she clarified. “Brings good luck.”

“Thank - thank you. How much?” he shyly questioned and she grinned softly at him.

“For free. You seem like you need it.”

The last thing you expected to see through the swollen eyes is a triple blue dot hovering by your hotel door. The dot was moving and as you approach closer you begin to make out legs, confirming that it wasn’t an alien orb, ready to grant some mercy of death.

Jae was holding your coat and around his shoulder there slung your black purse. Noticing your approach, he sprang up, shuffling from one foot to another.

“Hey, I uh… you left this.”

Numbly, you take the outstretched items, weariness dragging at your every bone.

“Thank you.”

“Sure,” he rocked nervously.

The evidence of your breakdown was clear as day. The barista in whose bathroom you had thoroughly lost your mind, made it apparent. Not asking any questions or insisting you should buy something because of the bathroom use, merely sighing and shaking her head.

“Okay, well, this has been riveting but I want to sleep,” your voice is grave and lowly, frequently catching up.

Jae opens his mouth but then out of what seemed to be his character, closed it and remain quiet. After a moment of awkward, tense standing he did speak.

“Do you want me to leave?” he asked as serious as he could be with how comedic he looked.

“I’d appreciate that.”

He nodded once and without further trouble, walked past, giving an unconvincing smile. You presume it was meant to be comforting.

“What do you mean you’re out?” Taehyung hissed mutedly in the phone, keeping one hand on the bathroom door so that he would be properly locked in.

“I’m out, please don’t worry, I’m going to fix this.”

“Jungkook, how is missing for eight hours, going to fix anything?”

There was only a contemplative sigh on the other line.

“We need help, you know we need it.”

“What we need right now is a fucking miracle,” Taehyung couldn’t help but bite back.

“That’s what I’m going to find. I’ll be back by nightfall, tell them to calm down, cover for me.”

“Jungkook -”

“Please.”

Taehyung could see, he could see it right in front of him - the wet pleading eyes, the pout, the pathetic whimpering. Or maybe it was Yeontan. Either way, it worked as well as it had million times before.

“You’ve got four hours.”

The call was cut and Taehyung swore at it in disbelief.

“I’m going to fucking kill you, prick.”

You sat expressionless by the computer, hour turning into three, then four, then eight, and after just a blink, the day was out again and you were missing the conference by two hours, it was 12, midday. A once in a lifetime opportunity but the thought of going out, of being submerged in surroundings with people, made you hurl with nausea.

You sank into work so deep, every time you lifted your head, heavy confusion fell on your brain and your neck cracked at the slightest of movement.

It took several moments for you to register the knocks at the door. They persist, too annoying to be room cleaning, so after gaping at it for a considerable while, you gather yourself enough to press an eye to the peephole.

Who would have guessed. Blue.

You crack the door a little bit. Jae gives a soulless, toothy smile.

“Hello. Would you like to get a coffee or perhaps something to eat? Doesn’t have to be with me. Only if you want to. If you don’t want to it’s cool. Maybe I can call for room service for you? Or maybe call a takeout - “

Jungkook grits his teeth, determined to see it through. Not everyone in the world was smart, or strong or lucky enough to get what they want, those were often traits they could neither change, nor acquire, but they could choose to be stubborn. And while there were thousands that attested that Jungkook was both smart and strong, and lucky, he knew it in his heart that if there was one thing that he was certain he had - it was obstinacy.

Taehyung was endearing with it, he got what he wanted in a soft way, going around, creating situations that would befall in his favour. Jungkook, in turn, was a ram, butting his head into the problem until it would stop being such. He had no qualms about pushing and shoving with singular, focused intent, so it didn’t upset him - the countless encounters with less than welcoming people, greeting him most often with dubious confusion. He’d get through them all if he had to. He just had to speak to her and he would make this right. Whatever was wrong, he’d right it, whatever hurt them or you, he’d make it disappear. He was Jeon Jungkook. And the world will do as he wants. Because. He. Said. So. He will not lose the most important people in his life. He’ll make it right, no matter what, he just needed for someone to point at the wall, he needed to smack his head into.

“Jesus, kid, I hoped I wouldn’t get you,” a middle-aged woman sighed heavily when hearing the bell clang.

Jungkook acknowledges her with a bow, a nod and an adamant refusal to hear “no”. She wasn’t as wispy or as decorated or as charming as the other ones but Jungkook felt a reflexive liking to her, or maybe a sense of relatability. Across her arm, which was quite muscular, she sported just as many tattoos as he did and in her lip there sat an equal metal piercing.

“You know me?” he asked, having lost all demure.

“You upturned the whole town,” she lifted her eyebrows, closing the register from which she had just been counting the amassed money. “People are talking.”

“So you know what I want.”

“I’m sure they told you it was impossible.”

“Yes.”

“But you don’t care.”

“Yes.”

“You will pester all of us until someone will give you any answer besides “no”.”

“Yes.”

She spared him a calculating glimpse as Jungkook stood with his back straight and face determined, citrine necklace dangling on his chest.

“Okay, just so you would back off, I’ll do it.”

Immediately Jungkook bounced on the spot and was delivered a patronizing glare

“Don’t get excited, kid, it’s a pipe-dream, at most.”

She closed the shop, locking the doors and leading him into the backroom. He imagined it’d be dustier, more cobwebs and crystals, but it was as ordinary desk as any, with a velvet blanket covering it. On the side, there were a few kitchen counters, a microwave and a kettle. Unhurriedly, the unknown woman, turned her back and unpacked her double ham sandwich by the looks of it and put it into the microwave. Jungkook cautiously took the seat in front of the table, not daring to touch it.

“You want some?” she asked and he politely replied no.

“What’s your name, kid? Ah, fuck, it’s hot!”

“Jeon Jungkook. What about…yours?”

“Gwenell. Hmm, alright let’s get this started,” she set down her coffee cup after a sip, biting into the bread. They make eye contact and she chews all throughout when they do it.

It’s nerve-wracking.

“I thought you were going to…” Jungkook gestures around the table in vague circular motions to indicate card reading.

“I’m going to eat first,” she blinks, “it’s very energy draining.”

Several moments later, the cheese and ham and tomatoes are eaten, coffee is slurped, Jungkook was given a juice box which he did drink and enjoyed thoroughly.

“Okay, so who do you want to get in touch with?” Gwenell finally asked, shuffling two card decks and rattling the necessary charms for the process. Jungkook watched her work with no little amount of wonder, taking in the blue and the golden edges of the cards, creating a wonderful cacophony of colours.

“The card reader I talked to home.”

“Fine, well, choose a card,” she presented him with a thick layer of similar rectangles. “Just pick the ones that you feel drawn to.”

He let his hand hover over each of them, indecisively going back and forth.

“What if I want to choose more than one?"

“Then take all of them, God knows we need it.”

He ended up choosing eight.

“You’re asking about her, right?” Gwenell frowned, shuffling the cards in order and examining them with pensive regard.

Jungkook’s forehead coated itself with a sheen of sweat.

“Who?” he asked anxiously.

“This person,” Gwenell showed two cards. One of them was a person walking away from several cups, a red coat thrown on their figure and the second one was a woman sitting on a bed and crying, behind her were nine swords and nothing but darkness.

“This person who is or walked away and who can’t sleep.”

Jungkook got chills up his spine.

“How did you know?

“Boy, did you really barge into my shop for some truth and complain when I give it to you?”

His cheeks reddened and he shrunk backwards.

“No.”

Gwenell sighed, pushing the two cards away.

“Okay, so, the reason you want to connect to the tarot reader from your past is because of this person that’s leaving, right?”

“Yes. I’m afraid that…she’s going to reject me, I mean, and suffer alone. Really, all I want is to help. I just want to help,” he bit down on his lips, forehead louring into deep creases.

“Hmm, so I’m guessing you’re this one,” to even more of his chills, Jungkook was shown a picture of a black ram, running towards something, head bared to strike down the opponent. Below it sat small writing of “The Chariot”.

“Certainly have a penchant for action, don’t you, kid,” she sucked a contemplative breath, looking at the card.

“Is it… wrong?”

“It’s not right or wrong. I’m not in your situation and I’m not a God, I just tell what I see. The decision is up to you.”

“And what do you,” Jungkook stammered, focusing on the ram. It looked so angry in the picture.

“How about a little less aggression? Maybe try being this?” Gwenell replaced the dark card with a picture of a woman in a crown holding a red lion.

“Try being a woman?” he grew confused and without hindrance, Gwenell smacked him with the same card.

“No, you idiot, stop forcing something to happen. Be gentle. There’s a lot of red connected with this woman, does that mean anything to you?”

“Yes,” Jungkook choked out.

He was never given the luxury of hearing about you, he had to live off scraps, tossed out remarks and other trivialities that the others deemed nonsensical. It was years before he was shown why they hated red so much, why they were so unyielding to wear it much and why in the end, no matter how reluctantly, it seeped into their lives. The Red Bullet Tour they called it. Why was it red, why not blue or black? It took him years but in the end, he got his answer, like the ram he beat his head until it fell into his lap, because you were red. The colour, no matter how childish or fanciful it sounded, was a connection to you, regardless of how faint.

“The lion is red, so I guess the spirit is telling you to be gentle with this woman, be patient. It’s in lion’s nature to roar and bite at people, so be understanding of that.”

“I’ve been understanding!” Jungkook objected only to sink back into the plush seat when sat down by a very unamused expression.

“If you had been, you wouldn’t be here. You would have this,” Gwenell showed another card. This one was of two cups floating above two seahorses tied together.

“I’m assuming that’s what you all want,” she turned veritably smug when all colour drained from Jungkook’s face.

“How did you...how did you know about that?”

“When shuffling, I saw a lot of cards indicating a group of people. Interesting,” the seahorses got another meditative moment. “Soulmates, I guess. A group of one.”

“You’re not….don’t think it weird?”

“I’ve been reading tarot cards for a living for 25 years now, from a societal viewpoint, I’m not in a place to judge anyone,” Gwenell shrugged, pushing the seahorses away.

“I think you’re a very nice lady,” Jungkook muttered and she responded with a wry snort.

“Thanks, kid.”

“How did you know, though? That... soulmates?”

She paused tapping at the cards.

“It’s all in the cards, you’ve just got to be open to receive it. You see this guy?”

She pulled a card with a man facing backwards to the viewer, steering a red boat with a lot of swords in it.

“This is six of swords, usually means progress, but for your case, I think - travel? Overseas? See how the boat is red?”

Jungkook nodded, getting quite caught up with the explanation and from Gwenell’s face which momentarily lost the tired ire, so was she.

“It’s the same red, this person, your leaving lady is wearing. So it made me presume you travelled with her in mind, but you’re pushing all these swords, all these unresolved conflicts together with you. Plus you’re both wearing red, the man in six of swords and the person in eight of cups.”

“It’s different shades,” Jungkook mumbled, leaning into the cards, half thinking whether he could submerge himself into it.

“It’s still red. Six of swords popped out with two of cups, which means partnership. Seahorses mate for life you know.”

“What of these two?” Jungkook pointed at the remaining cards which were much darker in the colour spectrum.

“Knight of Pentacles,” Gwenell focused, her fingers drumming the table near incessantly. “I think, the suggestion here is patience. You see how this wolf is looking out? What do you think it’s seeing?”

“A long road? Long travel?” he guessed and Gwenell enthusiastically nodded along. Jungkook quite liked her when she wasn’t smacking him with them.

“I think so too. I think what the spirit is saying, is to be patient, don’t force things, prepare that this will take time. This person is hurting, all of you are carrying a lot of burdens. It will take time to resolve it.”

Jungkook leaned back, heaving a heavy exhale. He didn’t want to wait. Waiting was so uncertain, life was fragile, wasn’t it? They should be enjoying every moment they got. Still, he knew Gwenell was right. Hobi had pushed and now you were away.

He touched his chest which was tingling slightly. Perhaps absurd but he had a suspicion you were somewhere peaceful. Somewhere which you could take your mind off things.

He caught sight of the last card. It was a picture of a racoon and in his greedy, little paws there was a golden pentacle. Irrationally, Jungkook got quite sore at the little creature even if usually he thought of racoons as cute.

“Is that…the reader…I want to talk to?” he pointed, sulking at it and Gwenell refocused, seeming surprised it was there.

“No, I don’t think so…” she picked it up, craning her neck from left to right. “What do you think when you see this card?”

“Stealing what’s mine,” he glowered at the dark eyes of the furry creature that was tucking the pentacle away. Jungkook could swear the little thing was mocking him, looking at him from the dark forest as if to say “you don’t deserve this if you can’t take care of it”.

“Hm, well, four of pentacles, usually refers to a lover of material wealth. You know, a hoarder. Though, I don’t see how money is involved in your situation at all. Hold on, maybe charms will tell me something,” while saying this Gwenell reached into a big clanking box and pulled rusting metal ornaments.

“A - J - E?” she guessed. “J - E - A? Jean? Jeans? Or maybe J - A - E? Jae is a name… Fascinating, do you know any Jae’s that could be relevant?”

Jungkook scrutinised the charms, feeling a sudden bout of sickness pooling in his gut as Gwenell’s frown deepened.

“Not that I know of,” he whispered, turning his attention back to the racoon.

You keep an eye on Jae’s pink Moomin socks in the swaying reflective blue of the water so as to not lose him in the giant aquarium. It was so dark and azure he blended right into the surroundings. Word by word or after several dozen words upon by several thousand, he’d dragged you out of the hotel room and while at first disgruntled, standing in the dark serenity of the shark exhibition watching them leisurely glide past, you were mutedly grateful. Even if once in a while you considered how stoked Namjoon would be to see this. Jae comes to a standstill next to you, peering into the water.

“Are you not scared of them?”

You let your gaze skim over the open mouths and protruding eyes of sandbar sharks. It was perhaps uneasy to look at but it didn’t mean they should be hated.

“They do what sharks do, right,” you shrug. “They do what’s in their nature and what they are taught to do. There’s no reason to blame how it lives and acts when that’s what it is.”

Jae looks sideways and then gives a companionly brush with his shoulder.

“Humans can work to be different from what they are taught.”

“I was talking about sharks, Jae,” you flatly ironize and he laughs.

The aquarium is announced to be closing soon and so the peace and calm of the Tuesday exhibition are left to be on their own and you have to head out into the city with considerably less serene humans roaming around, in search of food.

You wander the hallways while Jae leaves to find the bathroom, passively observing a few families, mostly tourists, scampering to get into the parking lot and outside before the warning of the staff.

One peculiar kid catches your attention. No more than five you’d venture. You remember her because she walked with her father with you through the entrance and Jae’s pink Moomin socks had caused a barrage of compliments and awe. She was alone now, clinging to a staff member’s hand as they looked around, waiting for something. Conceivably morally wrong, but it’s not her predicament that caught your attention or her faint crying for her mother, it is the fact that the atrociously shaped plush bear was yours.

You must be crazy

Insane.

Delusional.

But you’re certain more than ever, that it was your childhood teddy. It had to be. The lumpy stuffing, the patch on the back to mend it, that long face. It looked older, far older than most toys kids played with these days and not at all cute. When you brought it in first grade when schools encouraged shy children to bring toys for comfort, you remember how other girls didn’t like it - it wasn’t pink, it didn’t talk and it had no sparkles, but you loved it. Teddy had been reliable. He’d been through much in his days. Instead of eyes, it had mismatching buttons, one blue because it had to be replaced after a certain accident with scissors, and the patch on the back wasn’t the only or the smallest one, but it never broke and it did what a good teddy did until you outgrew it and something as simple as hugging a stuffed toy could not help you anymore. So you know, you know, because it was so unique that this teddy belonged to you and had somehow travelled to the arms of a stranger’s child.

Had your mother sold the toys? When you left, you took little with yourself - favourite clothes, mp3 player, some money - your books, toys and pictures, symbols of the spent years were left completely behind.  Maybe she had? It was likely that the girl was with a tourist family and as such originated from the same place as you. Though extremely coincidental, it was plausible your mother got rid of the stuff in a second-hand shop and that was where your teddy was acquired.

Recognition is such a strange and yet powerful thing. By its foremost definition, it’s an identification of someone or something or person from previous encounters or knowledge. It underlines history and experiences, patterns and observations to primarily keep one from harm and relate to those deemed safe. But it’s also an acknowledgement of the existence, validity, or legality of something. Many things were real in the world, ranging from the smallest of misdeeds to the most nefarious of crimes, people could see it with their own eyes, yet if it remains unacknowledged, its existence was deleted and while still being very much alive, society could count it as dead.

It’s strange and off-putting but even after a near-decade, you can recognize your mother’s footsteps before you can see her. You’d like to say it’s something so trivial and astute as she lingers on every third step or the heels she always wears are of the same echo, but it’s not as impersonal as a tv show detective would analyze a crime scene, it’s innate, it’s bred, there’s no reason for it, but it’s there.

You slip into the darkness of the side passage, hiding away. It is your mother rushing by. She looks…scared? Relieved? You’re not as well versed in her facial expression as steps or voice cadence. She didn’t look at you, you didn’t look at her, that was the deal.

From the sight of it, you may infer that she is eased but you don’t understand why. The man is there, the girl’s father you presume, he’s there too, but he allows the stranger, your mother, to hug the child first.

If recognition was strange, then avoidance and denial were mind-baffling. You frown at the sight, twisting and turning at the simple answer presented in front of you. For your whole life, you thought your mother didn’t want children. She was a career-orientated woman, gotten pregnant with a co-worker's kid that wanted nothing to do with it. Children were a hindrance for a politician, right on the cusp of rising through the ranks in a field where women were not welcome. Well, technically, she was a legal officer, politician is what you always referred to her as, given the truly artisan ability to lie about anything at any given time.

“I’m busy, I can’t go to your exhibit” = had to go out for drinks with influential people to network

“I’ll be home at 8 p.m. we can watch something” = I’ll leave a voice message at best saying I’ll be gone for an undefinable time

“I left some money on the counter, that should cover a week” = I forgot that you're six and don't know how to buy stuff

So why was she, a woman who devoted everything to her job, even you, pushing your education towards political sciences and debates, when you had stage fright so bad you had to vomit, why was she looking so overly concerned?

There were no cameras around, no co-workers, an act of fondness would get her nothing.

But it couldn’t be genuine.

It’s not what you know.

“Oh, honey, how long have you been lost out here?”

“Not more than twenty minutes, ma’am,” the staff woman replied, happily sending off the child to a stranger. Why did they act like this? Perhaps the little girl was like your mom’s niece? She had sisters but they didn’t talk as far as you know. The only cousin you knew was but a vague relationship that sometimes came back from dead when someone needed something. A co-workers kid? Maybe the father of this girl was another co-worker?

“I liked the sharks, mommy, so I got lost.”

It douses you like ice water but instead of kicking and screaming you freeze entirely. Occam’s razor. The easiest solution was the truest. This was not a plot of kidnapping, mistaken identity, psychosis or estranged relations reconnecting.

Your mother had another kid.

It’s not that she didn’t want children. She just never wanted you.

This means that by technicalities, that was your teddy, because, perhaps, this new child grew up in the same house you did or they moved all their belongings in which the plush toy got a new owner, and that by all technicalities, the little girl was your sister. Or step-sister, given the hovering of this new man you’ve never seen before.

It’s a bit of a blur what happens next. Time passes but you can not catch onto its meaning or can clearly remember the words that are spoken, you recollect more of the general gist, similar to explaining an episode you’ve seen a week ago.

They waited for your mother to finish. She had her own conference here, in New York, because of her work. They would have their meal, they’d spend an evening together maybe go to a movies, your mother or whoever this new woman was, wasn’t interested in seeing any more of her papers, she wanted to spend time with her family.

At that, you returned back to the world long enough to laugh hysterically about it. That certainly was new. Changed her whole life around, didn't she?

Your mother disapproved of the teddy that was carried.

“It’s very old, honey, don’t you want some other toys?” she suggested with a frown, or you think there was a frown. It must be because it was yours, which indirectly linked back to your existence. Or maybe she had actually forgotten. New kid, new husband or some kind of man, new me, as they said. All mistakes wiped clean and it was onto happy life with white picket fences.

God, you sounded so bitter.

“No, other girls don’t try to take him away because he’s so ugly,” the little girl announced quite smugly. Yes, you remember that same thing happening in your own time.

“Well, remember to take good care of him, he’s very special,” the man, whatever his name is, remarks and from the skewed darkness, you think he throws something akin to a knowing look to your mother. Did he know? Or was it your brain mistranslating something out of context? It’s hard to tell because time is passing but nothing feels real, there’s a fog where reality should be and you’re walking through cotton.

“I’m sorry, miss, we’re closing up,” the staff member says for the third time when you catch her voice. You give a weak, discombobulated nod and with shaky legs exit the aquarium. Once outside, you lean against the wall, somewhere in the back of your mind fearing that another panic attack was incoming but you don’t feel fear or imprisonment. You feel nothing. Nothing at all. You stare at your hands, all knowledge of where you are, who you are, leaving with as little resistance as dandelion seeds flying in the wind.

“Hey, I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I thought you were over at the hotdog stand which by the way they had a great deal-”

Jae goes mute. He must be so disappointed in you. He was a fan, right? But what is there to fan about? Some chick that did nothing but removes herself from one city ground spot to another?

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You think back to that family that you did not know, walking off together like so many others did and yet you just had assumed was impossible.

It was not impossible.

The problem was just you.

“No,” you whisper weakly.

“Do you want me to talk about something? To distract you?”

You glance up at him from your crouching position. He mentioned he was just two years younger, but the way he glows - carefree and unfearing of the world - is evident. Vaguely you wonder how did he come to be in the conference with looking so unserious - blue hair, pink Moomin socks, bright smile? He was so unlike anyone you ever worked with, with their pristine haircuts and clean-cut suits and chasing after renown. Maybe he didn’t deserve to be treated as a distraction but it was what he would, unfortunately, be for the evening.

“Okay, if you want.”

“I’m happy to talk,” he gives a frail smile, helping you up.

He’s not much taller than you but lanky, a teen heartthrob material if you’ve ever seen one but too goofy and too considerate for his own good. Unwillingly, of course, he reminds you of Jungkook, of when he had blue hair back when being an idol and so, as innately as recognizing your mother’s footsteps, you press a hand to your chest. You can’t feel it beat, there’s clothing impending, that’s the logical assumption, more acceptable is that you simply didn’t have a heart.

Maybe you’d just been born wrong. A defect in the brain and body and that’s why your mother didn’t want you. In human history, she wasn’t the first and foreseeably wouldn’t be the last if she did. It comes as groundless but you can't help but ponder whether Jungkook was thinking of his heart as well.

Jungkook closed his eyes, breathing deeply as he clutched at his chest while Gwenell handed him a glass of water.

“You don’t look unhealthy,” she remarked warily, one hand itching towards the phone should he need an ambulance.

“I’m not,” he huffed, downing the glass.

Whatever peace you had was gone, it wasn’t panic he felt echoing through though, just a horrible feeling of emptiness, like, if the world would end today, you’d fold your hands and do nothing to save yourself. In light of it, Gwenell’s advice to be patient and wait seemed only more mocking.

“So you really can’t…connect to the, to that lady?” he asked, clutching the glass as Gwenell put the cards away.

“No, sorry. Whoever she is, she doesn’t want to talk to you.”

Jungkook sighed and they were left in silence.

“-so, of course, then I had to delete the entire thing because If you can’t factually support the second part, what hope do you have of filling the third part? And don’t get me started on conclusions! What conclusions am I supposed to draw? It’s not like we’re mathematicians. Besides if I can’t repeat myself what are the conclusions then? It’s just basically a summary! Do they just put that part in, to avoid reading the rest of my work? 80 pages of my torment so that they can just skim on five pages of conclusions?! And who decided that a Master’s Degree should be that long, for real? Why has no one ever defended why it can’t just be thirty pages, huh? Where are the drawbacks? Less paper, save trees, less useless rambling for them to read, less suffering on my part, what do we gain? Time! Time equals what? Money! Money equals what? Pizza!”

You fold your coat back into the hotel closet, letting Jae saunter in, where he proceeded to drop dramatically down on your bed. Somehow he went from complaining about lacklustre dumpling fillings to inadequate luggage carriers then about the educational system as a whole. With that little breath intake, he could very well do some amateur rapping.

You open your laptop, the fog in your brain lessening but not departing and check the e-mail, with no little disgust seeing a familiar dot of “1”.

From: Allin, ID Solutions Senior Project Manager

Fwd: Office Space Project

Those interested in taking up this project, please submit possible designs by next Friday.

With respect,

Allin Gregor, ID Solutions Senior Project Manager

From: Unlimited Legal Offices

To: ID Solutions

Subject: Office Space Project

The rest is official jargon and too much butter for a simple sentence of “new office, please design”. It’s not the e-mail itself but the signatures involved with the project that has your finger halting before pressing exit.

Devon McKarklin, Chen Qiongzi, a few others and most notably your mother. Her name and surname, standing proudly with the rest.

She had worked her entire life to be at the UN which is where she was last time you saw her.

Had she left it? Left the career for the child?

Step-sister, you amend in your mind.

But had she done it? Or was she fired? Did this new man make her to? Did he not like his girlfriend, fiancee, wife, whatever, to be so career-driven?

You never thought of your mother as powerless, she was always so confident, so sure of herself. The idea that a man might influence her was ridiculous. But it happened to so many women. You of all people knew that behind closed doors things often looked very different and loving appearances in aquariums could just be a well-rehearsed lie.

Were you afraid…for your mother?

No, no. Nothing could hurt her. She was as sturdy as a freight ship.

But had she? Had she left the career that she was too busy with to be home, to be at any of your interests or events, had she left it behind for a child?

Was your mother perhaps not a monster but were you just a problem?

You’d been a tough case. You must have been, even if you don’t remember doing anything wrong.

Maybe with a clean slate, she was as capable of being a normal parent as anyone else.

Or maybe that little girl holding your teddy was a history repeating itself and she, unbeknownst to herself, was heading towards the same disaster you were?

You don’t want that. You wouldn’t want that on anyone.

The meeting itself was ridiculously lucky. Everything spiralling like falling dominoes to get you here. From the guys moving in, to Hoseok…. From Erik suddenly getting sick, so you’d be here, to Jae meeting you and dragging you to the aquarium. You’d never believed in fate. If it was a thing, it was too cruel, but these were too many coincidences piling up.

You just had to know.

You had to know whether it was your fault.

But if you accept the proposal, you’d have to meet your mother face to face, it would be inevitable. You had to have a proxy, a facade to your background work.

“-and you know cream cheese is meant to be one thing, you know, universal but then I take “Philadelphia” and I compare it with “Arla” and they taste nothing alike! I also was once travelling through Poland, long story, don’t ask, well, actually it’s not a long story, it’s a short story, but it’s a bit tricky to explain because technically I was not there, I had to cover from a friend of mine who was doing a choir tour -”

“Do you still want to be my intern?”

Jae stops gesturing and looks at you from upside down on your bed.

“I’d very much like that. I think you’re very cool,” he grins with a childish gleam. You flush slightly at the unguarded compliment.

“Thanks. I just, I want to do this project…”

Without questioning he leaps from the bed and squats down to the computer, nearly shoving his nose through the screen.

“Office project? Could be interesting. I’ve certainly never done one.”

“So you’d like to do one? I could be your uncredited mentor. Yesterday, I played around with some public designs you can just recalibrate them for the given space.”

Jae leans back with a slight frown and a lip caught between his teeth.

“Well, sure, but why don’t you just do it?”

You turn away.

“It’s…personal.”

After a pause, he unsurely resumes.

“Is it to do with that woman?”

You grit your teeth, fingers, instinctively tightening around the mouse.

“I just noticed her outside the conference and in the aquarium and both times,” he trails off before finishing sympathetically, “you didn’t look like you were feeling the best.”

“Yes, but I…I really don’t want to talk about it.”

He nods. You think there’s something like a concern reflecting in the way he straightens, observes the nightfall outside the hotel window and purses his mouth yet again.

“You don’t have to do this,” by all intents and purposes, you sound convincing, even if inside you’re screaming at the prospect of losing this chance but Jae didn’t deserve to be dragged in your own personal drama.

“No, no,” he shakes his head. “I want to help, I do. It’s just that…” he grimaces for a moment but then that sour expression all but melts away and he dons the most luminous grin you’d seen. All but perhaps how your boys would sometimes smile.

Not your boys, you shake your head. You were your own and they were their own. Just roommates.

“We got a deal, partner!” energetically Jae shakes your hand with the same crazed expression he had when he sat down just yesterday. Just yesterday you met him, maybe you were getting attached to Jae a bit too fast, but it was hard not to like him. Truth be told he had something of Charlie and Molly in him.

“But there’s still a problem of how you’re going to be my intern,” you sway along with his handshake.

Jae winks at you.

“Friendo, trust me when I’m involved, people don’t say no.”

/./././

The first thing Jungkook notices is a chest coming towards his eyesight and then that chest was in his face. Not many people were taller than him and not many people had arms the size of a lampost.

“I’m fine,” he gave a muffled squeak into Namjoon’s grey sweatshirt.

“I’m going to kill you, Jungkook, you understand?” despite the aggressive words, the tone couldn’t be more loving or relieved. He let his arms wrap around him, returning the hug in earnest.

“I fully understand.”

When he is released from the giant, yet warm confine he notices that Taehyung is in fact held in a chokehold by Jin, one arm twisted behind him by Yoongi, with Jimin as a judgemental audience.

“This is what I get,” Taehyung huffed for his dear life, “for helping you!”

“Release him, please,” Jungkook closed the doors behind, letting his shoulders relax. He did a lot of thinking while walking home. A lot of arguments tossed at the sky.

“Where did you go, you idiot?” Jimin slapped his head before giving him a tight hug. Hoseok slumped quietly away from them, guilt written across his face. Jungkook supposed Hoseok was convinced he hadn’t earned to be with them, that he’d messed up too much to be forgiven and that was an unsettling idea.

They were all so bad to grasp the idea that it didn’t have to be earned, Jungkook was quite willing to give his love to them free of charge, just like the kind lady gave him the citrine necklace. They needed it, and he needed to give it. He walked to Hoseok, whose eyes widened at the resolute way the youngest strode to him, halfway convinced that he’d get slapped or something but instead Jungkook reached and removed the lucky necklace from his neck and wrapped it around Hoseok.

“It brings good luck,” he told him happily and Hoseok’s lip wobbled at the unreservedly idolising way Jungkook said it. “When you think you don’t need it, you can give it to someone else.”

“Where did you go, you bastard?” Taehyung whined, flexing his aching arm while Jungkook dodged Jin’s attacks with a spoon.

“I went to get enlightened.”

“And did you?” Yoongi snidely drawled, happy to see Jungkook alive but very displeased with the number of grey hairs that surely were on his head right now.

“I did,” Jungkook replied, carelessly taking away the spoon from Jin’s hands and ignoring his outstretched fists. “Now, let’s eat, I’ll cook.”

The rest of them watched with great weariness the suddenly calm way Jungkook carried himself.

“Clone?” Jimin asked Taehyung.

“Hmm, don’t think so. It feels more like a brainwash,” the latter replied, his narrowed eyes never leaving Jungkook’s back as he made them ramen.

“Alien abduction, maybe,” Yoongi added, chewing on a piece of toast absent-mindedly. “He was gone for hours.”

“I don’t think they could subdue him,” in his mind, Namjoon equated unknown technology versus Jungkook’s general insanity and muscle proportion. The technology couldn’t compare.

“You know, I can hear you,” he muttered with a smile, taking the pot off the stove.

“Oh, yeah, then answer, you little punk,” Jin demanded even as his hand stretched quite shamelessly towards the pot. “Where did you go? What kind of enlightenment?”

Jungkook sat down, keenly aware of the suspicious glares sent his way but it did not bother him.

“I just understood that I’m a person, not a ram.”

Jin looked incredulously at the rest, half of his ramen portion stretching out of his mouth before he shook his head and grumpily returned back to eating.

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a/n: if you want to see the visuals of the chosen cards - they're here.

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[arc-misadventures]

Friends Au) During initiation Jaune got pinned to a tree (and was okay), blocked deathstalker claw and made a plan to defeat it. He is strong, durable and good tactician. But is bad compared to his team and RWBY. Can we get a scene were Jaune get angry at RWBYNR for calling him weak? Because for a first year student he is at least average, they are just prodigies that are too strong? (Even CRDL was strong, there were allowed to fight in Vytal tournament after all)

Friends V.V

Blake: Come on, Jaune! You can do this!

Yang: This isn’t even that hard, Weiss stop going easy on him!

Weiss: You think, I’m going easy on him?!

Yang: Kinda?

Weiss: Well, I’m not!

Nora: Yes you are! Fearless leader can take a bigger beating than this!

Ruby: Uhh…? Shouldn’t you be telling them to go easy on, Jaune?

Nora: Should I…?

Ruby: Uhh…

Ren: Yes, you should. Jaune can’t take much more of this…

Yang: Come on, Jaune, get up!

Jaune: What do you think I’ve been doing: sit-ups?

Yang: More like getting knocked on your ass.

Jaune: How observant of you, maybe now you can finally see when not to run headlong into danger.

Yang: Excuse me?

Jaune: Your excused.

Yang: What…?!

Jaune: Come on, Weiss, let finish this, I have other things to do.

Weiss: Like what?

Jaune: Training?

Weiss: What do you think we’re doing?

Jaune: Playing: ‘Yeet the Arc?’ Considering how you all seem to be having fun tossing me around like a damn doll.

Ruby: Eh?! We haven’t been doing that!

Jaune: Much…

Yang: Oh come on, quit being such a baby. Any normal Hunter-in-training should be able to handle this.

Ruby: Yeah, any beginner should understand this?

Jaune: You have no idea who you’re talking to.

Weiss: What do you mean?

Jaune: Okay, let me point out something incredibly stupid to the incredibly oblivious! Okay, so we’ve got, Ruby Rose, a quote, ‘prodigy’ trained at a young age in the on how to be a Huntress. Yang Xiao Long, another kid taught by a professional Huntsman from a young age. Blake Belladonna, trained by the, White Fang to wage a shadow war against the SDC for years. And Weiss Schnee, trained my some of the highest paid professionals money can buy. And there’s simple, Jaune Arc, who doesn’t even have a years worth of training, nothing but a childish dream and dumb luck that he hasn’t been turned into paste yet!

Ruby: Jaune, I don’t…?!

Jaune: I don’t have any training! I have had no official training, until I arrived at Beacon, and even then I didn’t get that much! Hell, Nora, and Ren never had the resources you four had, and they’re league’s better than I am! And that’s not the worse of it! I had Pyrrha freaking Nikos as a partner?! She was so good, I looked like a training dummy, a broken training dummy compared to her!

Yang: What does that have to do with anything?!

Jaune: It means: Stop comparing me to you! I never had any training! I can’t do a tenth of what you can, because I never had a chance to try! Does it look I barely have a clue what to do?!

Blake: W-Well no. B-But that’s because you’re not doing as we tell you what to do?

Jaune: ‘W-What to do…?’ What to do?!’ Do you even know what you’re trying to tell me what to do?! ‘Jaune, block my attack.’ Okay… how?!

Ruby: By… By… Uhh…

Jaune: See, see?! You’re just telling me to do, something?! Not what, or how, just something?! So I’m trying to do something that doesn’t get me knocked flat on my ass, but oh wait! I can’t do that, because everyone is too busy trying to break it!

Yang: Then what do you expect us to do?!

Jaune: Show me the motions?! Show me how you block, defend, evade, counter attack?! No its, ‘Lets begin, Jaune get up!’ Over, and over again! What do you expect me to do what you’re teaching me nothing?!

Ruby: Uhh… W-Well…

Yang: W-We can practice on other things…?

Jaune: Such as?

Yang: B-Boxing, gotta learn how to deliver a right hook, right?

Jaune: Then I suggest you teach, Ruby, least she be disarmed and be as useless as I am, least she has her semblance and can run.

Blake: Jaune, enough… you’ve made your point.

Jaune: Oh, now you notice the incredibly obvious, and here I was thinking Faunas have good eye sight. See’s how much I know… Screw this, I’m going to go train on my own. Go make, Oscar the training dummy or something.

Ruby: Jaune, wait…! I…!

Nora: And he’a gone… back to the videos then…

Weiss: Videos, what videos?

Nora: Pyrrha made several training videos for, Jaune. We didn’t know until a while ago, but he’s been watching them, and training with them.

Blake: And, it’s working?

Ren: He has gotten better. So it is working. But, I’m not sure how well those things are working for him… mentally speaking that is…

Yang: God dammit! Even in death, Pyrrha’s better than us…

Weiss: She always was… she always was…

Ruby: But, not good enough… But, not good enough…

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #nora valkyrie #lie ren #oscar pine

[sugawara-sweetheart]

𝔞𝔭𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔱𝔢 (𝔪)

❥sugawara kōshi x ta fem!reader

❥summary: sugawara can’t stop thinking about the pretty ta and what a wonderful mother she’d be

❥warnings: dubcon/noncon, forced breeding, brief lactation kink, yandere/obsessive behaviour, delusion

❥word count: 2.4k

❦note: miss nads (@obscureamor) <3333 gave me this idea like she literally said bitch fuck takeda x student (i came for her man) write this instead so here it is!!! nads if you see this (which you shouldn't bc I told you not to read my work) ily <3

whether it was sheer luck or destiny that you were the new teaching assistant for sugawara’s class of thirty-something little five year olds, he didn’t know but either way sugawara woke every morning with a bright smile, your face burning in the back of his eyelids, and a thankful prayer on his tongue that god had placed you in his life.

you were absolutely radiant. beautiful, feminine, elegant yet so tender, you were a bundle of warmth and goodness that made his day so much brighter. every day at work was pure joy when you were around it was no surprise he’d fallen in love with you so quickly, how could he not? so delicate and so sweet, his students weren’t the only one completely captivated by you.

he’d watch every morning when the students came into the classroom, beaming toothy grins on their chubby, flushed faces as they ran to you, hugging your legs as they clamoured to tell you about their weekends, how they got a new pet and went to the park and got new toys. any sane adult would go insane surrounded by a gaggle of loud, squealing children but not you. so patient and lovely, you crouch down to be eye level with the children, smiling as you laugh at their stories. and so angelic, sugawara is sure you’ve fallen straight from heaven with how beautiful your laugh is when it rings through the classroom and he can’t resist fluttering his eyes shut, searing it into memory like he does with everything of you. your sweet scent of jasmine perfume and lotion that lingers in his nose every time you step close to him is the same scent he’s filled his home with- jasmine candles and diffusers and plants along the window sills and patio- so that he can imagine he’s surrounded by you, that you’re with him when he’s cooking and bathing and eating, when he’s humping his pillow and groaning into his hand, wishing it was your plush body he was rutting into, that it’s your lips swallowing his moans instead of his clammy palms.

there’s no doubt about it. sugawara knows his future lies with you, it’s all he thinks about. he sees how you speak so gently to the shy kid who tucks themselves away in the corner of the classroom, how your eyes soften and you smile so encouragingly. he sees how much the children adore you, and he knows you adore them too, that you’re always ready to read to them and compliment their brightly-coloured, blobby drawings of stickmen and you sound so genuine, so happy. and you’re so beautiful too- you look so pretty in your clothes that accentuate all your curves and compliment your skin tone, that you always smell so fresh and clean with your hair perfectly styled, your lips that alluring crimson shade of red that always has sugawara’s eyes dipping down to gaze at them. he wants to know how they taste, how you taste, how you feel, how you’d moan his name, how beautiful you’d look swollen with his child.

it’s fate, sugawara decides. it’s fate that you became his TA and you’re just his perfect, wonderful woman. he knows that he doesn’t have to seek for a soulmate anymore because he’s already found you.

a smile grows on his face as he watches you clean up the scraps of paper the children have left littered all over the table and floor. it’s past four, the school quiet with the sky outside darkening into indigo, the tangerine sun setting in the distance. you’re so helpful and all throughout the arts and crafts session you helped the students so well. you’d make such a perfect mother, sugawara knows you would. he can see it, he can see how well you’d raise his child, how he could come home from work to have you, the love of his life, greet him at the door with his child, how you’d kiss him and show him the beautiful drawing your child did. a little stickman drawing of mummy and daddy and baby and the family pet cat all outside a little cartoonish house with the yellow sun in the corner, complete with a smiley face.

“you do so much for me, y/n.” sugawara smiles as he gets to his feet from his desk, strolling over towards you. you laugh as he approaches, glancing back from where you’re stood leaning over the table and trying to wipe glitter off the wood.

“i’m just doing my job, sugawara sensei.” your pure, radiant smile and crinkled eyes sends blood rushing to his cock, and from the way you’re half bent your skirt hugs your ass so well he knows he can’t hold back anymore. you tense slightly as he stands behind you, close enough that you’re almost pressed against him and your smile falters as he gently places his hands over your shoulders.

“you always do it so well. you’re always so good with the kids.  i know you’ll make a brilliant mother.” his words sound sweet but you don’t quite smile at them, your body stilling even more and an anxious laugh falls from your lips as sugawara brushes your hair out of your way, sweeping it over one shoulder.

“thanks, sensei, i appreciate that but-” he doesn’t see the look of discomfort on your face, not when his cock throbs as he pushes it against your ass, eliciting a sharp gasp from you as your mouth drops open with startled surprise.

“please, call me kōshi.” he almost wanted to laugh- there’s no need for formalities here, not when he was ready to secure his love with you, just like he’d been waiting for months. “i think we’re ready to be on first name basis.”

you swallow, eyes clenching shut when his lips press against your jaw. your skin is soft and your scent is so sweet it just makes sugawara hungrier as his kisses grow heavier. he pushes you into the table, sucking and nibbling on your sensitive skin as you shudder in his hold, but you don’t resist his hands that roam your body till they reach your hips, grasping them tight. you’re just frozen, eyes wide and your bottom lip trembling.

“sugawa- k-kōshi, what are you doing- this isn’t profes-” you glance worriedly at the door and sugawara just chuckles as he turns you around, nudging you onto the desk as he gently holds your chin, stroking his thumb over your cheek.

“don’t worry, nobody will see. and even if they do,” his smile grows as he leans in closer, his lips ghosting yours as his eyes sparkle. “what does it matter when we’re in love?” he doesn’t see the confusion, the panic, etched on your face as his lips meet yours, his kiss passionate and ferverous as his fingers thread through your hair, holding you in place. he moans into your lips when your hands slide up his chest, pressing against him and like an aphrodisiac, it just makes him hungrier as he ruts his clothed erection against you.

“y/n,” he groans when you push him away, your face crumpling but sugawara just snatches your hand, pressing it against his painfully hard cock. “look what you do to me, i need you so bad.” all he’s been thinking about for months is this moment- this chance to fuck you and fill your warm cunt with his cum, pump you so full of his seed you’ll definitely be swollen with his child. he can already see it; your glowing skin and heavy breasts and how he’d massage your sore nipples for you, maybe even taste the droplets of white milk they leak. you’d taste so good and your stomach would be so round and swollen with his child.

“we can’t do this, please.” your voice is a meek little whimper, cutting through his fantasies but easily silenced as he kisses you hungrily, swallowing your protesting whines.

“yes we can,” he breaks apart for a moment, lips wet with your mixed salivas to wink at you cheekily. you don’t even smile. “it’s kind of exciting to do it where we could get caught.”

shock paints over your face as you squirm, your nails clinging to his wrists when he pushes you flat onto the desk but you’re no match for his strength as he readily unbuttons your shirt, rutting into your clothed cunt as he settles between your leg.

“su- kōshi- wait-” your skirt rides up, bunching up around your waist as your cheeks burn with embarrassment, sugawara’s body blocking you from pressing your legs shut and with his clothed erection rubbing against your folds you can’t deny the slick beginning to build.

“it’s okay, let’s just be quick.” sugawara laughs as his fingers tug down the cups of your bra. you gasp as your tits fall out, hands moving to cover yourself up but he’s quicker, his fingers twining with yours as he presses them to the desk and wraps his lips around the pebbling buds, lapping and sucking on them. one day they’ll be filled with milk, enough to sustain his child and it’ll taste so sweet, so wonderful coming from you.

“but i don’t think-” a soft sigh falls from your lips despite the look of anguish painted on your face but it just makes sugawara groan, his cock throbbing as his fingers find your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub through your dampening panties.

“shush, it’s okay, angel.” he grins. “i know your pussy’s going to feel so good around my cock. i know you will.” your hand tightens around his entwined fingers as the coil tightens in the pit of your stomach, your toes curling in your shoes as the pleasure builds but before you can come, sugawara pulls away, chuckling when your mouth falls open with surprise.

“you can cum on my cock, sweetie.” he coos, kissing you sweetly as his fingers hook under the waistband of your panties, tugging them down as you squirm.

“w-wait but- but you need a condom-” you’re cut off with a pained moan when he slaps his fingers against your pussy, your hips jerking before he tugs down his pants.

“aw, let me fuck you properly, my angel.” his hard cock slaps against his clothed stomach, painfully hard with the flushed head leaking beads of precum. you struggle slightly but the hand on his hip does nothing to prevent sugawara from sliding his cock along your folds before he plunges it into your hole, head falling back with a heavy moan.

it feels like heaven for him. your warm walls cling to his throbbing length, slick squelching as he fills up your cunt, stretching out your tight walls. your pussy tightens around him when you squirm, a string of soft moans falling from your lips and despite the tears building in your eyes, despite your bottom lip quivering and your body shaking as nothing but utter fear and pain is etched across your face, all sugawara can think about is how right this feels.

“oh, baby, you’re so beautiful.” he coos, rolling your nipples between his fingers as a small sob escapes you. “you’re taking my cock so well. your pussy’s so good,” his smile grows as he leans close to you. “just like you were made for me.” he pulls out of you, his length coated in a thick sheen of your wetness before he slams back in, eliciting loud moans from you both. your eyes clench shut as sugawara fucks you, each thrust a deep stroke with his cockhead nudging towards your cervix, letting you feel every inch of his veiny length.

“such a good girl.” he murmurs, grinding his pubic bone against your clit with every thrust and flicking his tongue against your nipples. “you’re taking my cock so well.” your moan is choked with a sob at his words, one of your hands clawing into the table and the other trapped in sugawara’s, your nails piercing crescents into the back of his hand.

“k-kōshi- hurts!” each thrust slams against your cervix, a dull ache rushing through you as you jerk but sugawara just shushes you gently, groaning as his fingers find your clit, swirling the bud slowly.

“sh, it’s okay- fuck-” his thrusts become sloppier and harder, wetness squelching lewdly, when he brushes against a sensitive spot that has your walls tightening around him. beads of sweat glisten off his flushed face as he fucks you faster. “i’ll make you cum, and then i’ll fill up this pretty cunt with my cum.”

your eyes shoot open, red and filled with tears and rounded with shock as you shake your head wildly.

“no! i’m- i’m not on the pill- you can’t-” your feeble protests are drowned out by sugawara’s deep groan, a manic gleam in his eyes as he pounds into you harder. his thrusts are hard, pain shooting through you and panic overriding the pleasure as you squirm desperately, trying to pull away from his cock but with his chest pressed against yours, you’re trapped.

“you’ll look so pretty swollen with my child. i’ll cum so deep in you i’ll fuck a baby in you.” he pants heavily against your face between the sloppy kisses he presses to your skin, looking dizzy with the pleasure rushing through him.

“s-stop, i’m begging you!” the tears streaming down your face and the weak kick of your legs should’ve evoked pity in sugawara but for some reason, it just makes the throbbing in his cock harder, the pressure building in the pit of his stomach as he groans, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“you’ll be all mine.”

his teeth bite into the soft skin of your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark when his cock twitches, thrusts staggering. you gasp, stilling as his cum floods your cunt, warm sticky ropes of it filling you up and your heart sinks as you realise there’s so much of it. but sugawara just pins you against the table, his softening cock keeping the cum plugged in your cunt as he traces kisses along your jaw, caressing your soft cheeks and not minding about the tears rolling down them.

“so beautiful, you’ll look so beautiful with my child.” he smiles tenderly. “we’re going to be such a happy family.”

#darkconfectionery #tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #tw.forcedbreeding #tw.breeding #tw.pregnancy #tw.yandere #yandere!sugawara #yandere sugawara #yandere sugawara x reader #yandere sugawara imagines #yandere sugawara fic #yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu x reader #yandere haikyuu imagines #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #sugawara imagines #sugawara x reader #neems’ queueueuuee :3

[real-gifted-chaos]

You Killed My Reason To Love (Pt.2)

~Paring~ Mickey Altieri x Fem! Reader ~Catagory~ Scream Series ~Warning(s)~ Mentions of death, language,

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"I'm gonna get closer," Randy announced as he emerged with the group of reporters seemingly blending in easily. The chief of police had volunteered to come down to Winsdor college and say a few words about the passing of the two former college students Maureen Evens and Phil Stevens, two people who just wanted to see a movie and enjoy their night. You prayed to God that they were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. You didn't wanna have to go through this torture again, being chased and hunted by two psychopaths that only wanted to see everyones insides on the out; bonus for a view of your heart. And if there is a new killer copying the other two who ruined your life for the worse then he was changing the rules, and he was gonna make his sequel one to remember which meant Sidney would once again be the final girl. Good luck to you.

As you and Sidney sat on a bench twisting your necks to watch and listen to the chief's words, the others; Mickey, Derek, and Hallie stood behind watching and listening as well. Mickey had his camera out awaiting in his hand so he could capture something good for his in-making film. Probably hoping to catch a live-view murder. He stood behind you almost protectively; though he wouldn't admit it out loud he was quite jealous of all the men who also had to opportunity to touch you but most of all he was jealous of Randy. He hated the way he looked at you, he hated how closer you two were, and he hated that you'd always have more history with him rather than him. He wanted to be the one for you, he didn't wanna watch Randy steal his spot. "That's her?" Derek asked, more to Sidney who nodded towards Gale in the front row. Of course, Gale was here in the flesh and in the front row, she was always chasing the fame, even after all she's been through. She stood there, listening as her black bob with red streaks blew with the wind behind her. "Hello girls, enjoying yourselves?" You all watched as a group of sorority girls approached the five of you with perky smiles and little clothes. Pray. "Hello, sister Lois, Sister Murphy." Hallie greeted with a kind smile and a small bow. Hallie was always the kindest and most respectful one out of the whole group. She was pure and innocent. And at one point in time; two years ago, that used to be Sid. "Hello, pledge. Hi Y/n and Sidney." "Hey," You and Sid said simultaneously whilst looking at each other with uncomfortable looks. You both knew they were trying to get you to join their sorority for the attention and drama that came along with it. They've been trying ever since you both applied for Winsdor, but neither of you had the time to put into joining a sorority. If you were being honest, you just didn't have the patience. "Omg, this must be flat-out hell for the both of you. How are you guys holding up?" "Uh, well, we manage." "It's really weird, isn't it? To think this fuss is all because of you two! I mean, not directly, but in some six-degree-of-Kevin Bacon way, ya know?" "So, Hallie, are you going to bring your friends to our little martini mixer tonight?" The brown-haired girl asked with a small smile on her face. You could see it was forced, the way her eyes crinkled just gave it away. The attention she sought was oblivious, it was written all over her face. No, you definitely wanted no part in that. Instantly you shook your head no, Sid responded verbally making up an excuse but Hallie told them you'd all be there. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at her; noting that she only did that to get on the girl's good side. "Good, because we have our eyes on you. Both of you."She clarified before they all walked off. Mickey nudged your shoulder while also displaying a giddy smirk on his face. "I can already see it. Y/n the preppy schoolgirl who dresses like that." "Oh, so you're saying you don't like the way I dress?" "Oh, no, I do. I love the way you dress, baby-" He leaned in closer brushing his lips lightly against your cheek making you blush. -But I prefer you more undressed." "Of course you do." "Oh my god." Sid gasped immediately getting your attention. You followed her gaze and let your mouth fall agape when you saw the same person she saw. It was Dewey Riley in all of his almost better glory looking around the campus like he was lost.

Instantly you felt bad and the strings on your heart tugged more when Sidney grabbed your hand and started leading you towards the confused-looking man. You didn’t mean to but you forcefully pulled your arm away - Sidney turned to look at you instantly, worried.

“What’s wrong?” “I Uh… I can’t. I already made his life a living hell, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t want to see me.” “Y/n, it wasn’t you and it wasn’t your fault.” “I’m sorry, Sid. I can’t.” She sighed deeply before giving you a reassuring smile and making her way towards Dewey. You went back to your spot, grabbed your things, and started to leave right when Randy had come back, missing everything that had happened. “What happened?” “He uh, showed up and something about Y/n making his life a living hell. What’d she do?” “Oh shit. I’ll catch you guys later. Tell Sid I went with Y/n.” Randy concluded as he ran to catch up with you leaving Hallie, Mickey, and Derek utterly confused.

~With Sídney & Dewey~

“Hey, Sid.” Dewey warmingly smiled as he accepted the hug Sid offered. Two years without seeing each other, it’s really been that long. Though Dewey and Sidney never lost contact, since Tatum died tragically Sidney became Dewey’s surrogate sister. She reminded him so much of Tatum; she had Tatum’s genuine smile but you, you had Tatum’s everything. You had her eyes but most importantly you had her beautiful and outstanding personality.

If Sid was here, he knew you were also here. He wanted to speak to you and see how you were doing but when he searched for you nearby or even in the crowds he found himself disappointed when he couldn’t spot you. Sidney took notice of this and the frown on his face became visibly clear.

“I’m sorry, Dewey. She thinks she ruined your life because she’s related to Stuart Macher-- Sid sighed as she explained. Dewey didn’t see you that way. He understood that Stu Macher was your cousin and it hit you the hardest when you found out what he did to your friends and tried to kill you, but it wasn’t your fault. It never was. He understood that, he just needed you to understand that. -- I tried telling her that it wasn't her fault. That no one thinks it was her fault but I guess she would listen unless it actually came from you." "Well, I can't exactly tell her that none of this is her fault if she continues to avoid me." "I know. We're trying." "We're?" "Yeah. Me and Randy." Dewey's smile grew wider at the mention of Randy. He knew Randy had survived the killings back in 1996, but he didn't expect for him to be here on campus with both you and Sid. Apart from him wanting to believe that Randy moved far away, forgot all about the horrors of that night, and found himself a nice girlfriend to settle down with. Apart from him wanted to make up a bunch of stories that weren't true for his friends, but it was better than reality. "In a way, hearing that the three of you are together and safe makes me feel better. Especially since..." "Yeah, Y/n, and I think it's happening again. Deep down we know Randy does too despite him denying it. Since what happened a couple years ago it's best to stay open-minded you know?" "Yeah. That's actually why I'm here. Of course, I came to see you guys, but I wanted to talk to Randy and get his intake with this." "Of course. How about we all meet up for lunch?" "Sounds like a plan." With another quick hug, Sidney was off- joining her friends once again and heading back inside the building getting ready for her next class. ~With Randy & Y/n~ "Y/n, it's not your fault. We all know that." Randy tried to assure the worried girl as he watched her pace back and forth inside her dorm room. "Look me in the eyes and tell me that you wouldn't suspect me as a killer if this is happening again. I mean, it's practically in my fucking blood-" "Y/n-- Randy grabbed ahold of the girl's shoulders shutting her up and making her look at him with wide eyes. In a way, he knew she was right. A part of him did kinda suspect her despite knowing her for years and knowing that she couldn't be capable of something like this. His love for her ran deeply which is why he couldn't let his horror logic fall in between the lines of realistic logic. If this was happening again, it wasn't her. -- I couldn't begin to understand how you feel right now. But I do know one thing. You are not capable of what they did. Okay? Listen to me, this wasn't you. You are not a suspect." You let a few shaky breaths escape from your lips as you pulled Randy into a very much-needed hug, which he gladly returned. "Thank you, Randy." "Anytime. Now, Sid just texted me and asked if we were up for lunch with Dewey. Are we?" Were you? Were you ready to face the man who might've held you responsible? Maybe you were just overthinking. But what if you weren't? Randy could see the gears in your head turning, but he didn't want to interrupt your thinking process in fear of maybe saying the wrong thing. "Yeah, we're up for it." "Good. You can always change your mind too. Dewey would understand." "No, I'm ready." "Alright. I'll text Sidney." As Randy pulled his phone out, you could hear the faint soft knocks on your dorm door. Immediately you knew it wasn't Sidney nor Hallie considering they were in class right now and they had a key. After sharing a quick look with Randy, you opened the door standing face to face with a concerned-looking Mickey on the other side. "Oh, sorry. I-I just saw you leave in such a hurry and thought I should check up on you. Didn't know you had company." His voice was two-toned. It was from sympethic to irratation. Was it the thought of being alone in your dorm room with randy? you thought. Indeed it was, but you weren't sure. "Mhm-hmm, and how did you know she was here, Micky?" "A lucky guess, Randy." "Yeah,

well you found her. You can leave now." "Randy, I love you and I appreciate you, but I think Mickey has it from here." "Yeah, Mickey got it from here. Bye-bye Randy." Randy scoffed at the boy before looking you dead in your eye searching for any sign of pleading. He was genuinely worried about your safety and Mickey showing up here out of the blue kinda through him off. "Are you sure you'll be okay with this Dofus?" "I'm positive, Meeks. Just pick me up when it's time for lunch." "Alright. See ya soon. You lay a hand on her, Altieri, and I'll break it." "Bye Randy." Randy had excused himself out of your dorm, leaving only you and Mickey. The atmosphere became quiet, but what were you supposed to say to somebody who was only your friend with benefits. "So, I heard you got a date with Nadia tonight. Hope you have fun." "It's not a date." "Well, whatever it is, have fun." You said genuinely with a smile. He hated you for it. He hated how genuine you sounded and how you actually meant what you said. He didn't want a random chick he drunkenly met at a party, he wanted you. He wanted all of you, he just didn't know how to ask. No, scratch that. He didn't know what your response would be. "Mickey, is everything okay?" "Uh, yeah... Well, I'm gonna go seeing as you have somewhere to be in a few hours and I'll- I'll catch you later." "Mickey, you know you can talk to me about anything right?" "Yeah, yeah. I'll catch you later." Without another word, he left leaving you by yourself with your thoughts. Somewhere deep down you wanted him to ask you out officially and you would've said yes, but you also knew that it'd never happen. The only things you were worried about not were the ongoing murder investigation and the lunch with Dewey. You wondered how'd that go.

#scream movie #scream 2 #scream franchise #scream #scream 1997 #mickey altieri #sidney prescott #randy meeks #dewey riley #gale weathers #slahsers #horror movies #series

[infrequent-creator]

From the list, #19 w/ Ojiro and Midoriya? 🥺💖

Summary: Midoriya noticed Ojiro is having some trouble practicing his dojo moves, so he offers some help.

A/N: Ahhh I'm finally over my wicked sinus infection, so back to work I go friends! Hope you like it!

((Also pls check the sneaky link at the end 😉 @boku-no-t-academia is the author of the linked story in green))

Word Count: 1,322

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"Are you hiding from me?"

"Huh?" The tail hero looked slightly confused cocking his head like a pup. “I haven’t seen you all day Ojiro. Are you doing alright?” “I’m sorry Midoriya, I’ve got a tournament coming up. I’ve just been very busy with all the practicing.” “Oh yeah, you do martial arts on the weekends! I’ve always been interested in that. My mom and I loved ninja movies, especially All Might’s ninja movie: Blade of Justice!” He struck a ninja pose, the same as the one on the All Might movie cover. He return to a regular stance as he laughed softly at the fond memories. “Yeah I do, and I’ve got semi-finals for nationals coming up. I still can’t land a couple of my moves.” “Oh I’m sorry to hear that. Maybe I could help you.” Izuku suggested.

"You know, that's not a bad idea. How about you meet me tomorrow at my dojo. I'll give you the address."

"Perfect! I'll see you tomorrow."

“Wow! This dojo is so cool!” All these photos of students! Aww Ojiro, is that you? You’re so little!” Izuku cooed at the photo.

“Oh god, that’s so embarrassing. It was the first time I won a tournament. I just turned 7.” He had dashed over to try to hide the picture. It was him as a kid , smiling ear to ear. There was a gold medal around his neck, and a trophy balanced on his tail. He was also missing a couple of his baby teeth in the front.

“No, it’s adorable. You look so happy! I’m glad you love this so much.”

“Yeah, it’s really fun.” He tossed his bag down on the edge of the large floor mat.

“Are you ready? Just take your shoes off before you come on the mat.” He reminded his excited friend.

“Of course, I’m coming.” He giggled, getting one last look at the picture before going to stand in the middle of the mat with Ojiro.

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The two boys tussing around on the mat, Midoriya being gently thrown around by his friend.

"You holding up alright?" Ojiro bend down to look at Izuku, who was giggling flat on his back.

“Yeah this is nothing compared to training with Kacchan. He throws me way harder, thanks for being so gentle.” He smiled sweetly up at Ojiro.

“Oh of course! What kind of hero would I be if I hurt my fellow heroes?” He chuckled, using his tail to poke playfully at Izuku’s middle. The shorter boy let out a surprise yelp and swatted lightly at his friend’s tail.

“Haha, sorry Mashirao, j-just a little…well…” As Izuku stuttered, his cheeks started to heat up noticeably.

“Ticklish?”

“A-Ah! M-More like sensitive but…yes.” He couldn’t look at the blonde still standing over him.

“Haha, it’s ok Midoriya, let’s do one more move before we head home. It’s just an easy takedown move.” He held out a hand to help up his friend. Izuku smiled and hopped to his feet.

“No problem. Let’s do it!” He nodded in excitement.

“Ok, so I’m basically just going to tackle you, pinning you with my elbows against your ribs & hips. It won’t hurt, it’s just going to hold you against the mat.” He explained, gesturing to the back of his upper arm.

“Sounds good.” He nodded again, getting in a weak defense stance, pretending to be an opponent.

Ojiro bowed, taking an offensive stance. In an i stand, he tackled Midoriya. Ojiro’s body curled around his opponent’s middle. His arms exactly where he said they’d be, both the blonde’s knees were against the other side of his ribs & hips. Neither hurt, but he was definitely not going anywhere.

“Wow, this is a pretty good hold.” Izuku giggled, looking at Ojiro’s face.

“Yeah, hey do you think you could try to struggle a bit? I want to make sure I have a good form.”

“Oh sure no problem.” With that, the little hero started to wiggle and thrash with all his might to try and escape. No such luck, he was indeed stuck.

“Haha no can do man. You got me pretty good here.” He chuckled, resting his arms out on the mat.

“Cant get out at all?” The blonde double checked.

“Nope.” He shook his head no.

“Good.” With that, Ojiro moved his elbow out to hold Midoriya’s left out and away from his ribs, leaving his whole left side exposed. The blonde playfully started pinching and poking at Izuku’s side.

“AHAHA! W-Whahahaha Ojir-ohohoho!” The green haired boy squealed, struggling to get away from the sensation sending Izuku into hysterics.

“Aww what’s the matter? Your little sensitivity wouldn’t happen to mean you’re ticklish, would it?” Ojiro teases, both hands now squeezing up and down the green haired hero’s sides and lower. Poor defenseless Midoriya erupted into sweet laughter

“EHEHEHEHE NAHAhahahahhaa! Nononohoho!” His feet kicking against the mat as he tried to protect his sensitive torso.

“Really? It doesn’t? Then why are you so giggly, Izuku?~” The blonde’s quick fingers migrated to Midoriya’s tummy, already playing with the new ticklish territory.

“ snort EEP! Ohohohojiroooohoho!” Izuku started to push against his friend’s back

“Oh god did you snort? That’s adorable Midoriya!” His hands slowing down a little to utilize his secret weapon…

“EHEHE hehehey! No tahahahail! Nohoho tahaha-AHAH!” Ojiro’s mischievous tail launched an attack on Izuku’s poor neck, ears, even his chin. The squealing greenette thread this fingers through the hair on Mashirao’s tail. The action did tickle on Ojiro’s end, but not enough to deter him from his objective: making Izuku Midoriya scream with laughter.

“Nohow, let’s see where your death spohot.” The blonde giggled through his statement.

“I dohohon’t have ohohone!” He whined through tittering giggles.

“You know, you’re a pretty bad liar De-ku~” emphasizing the nickname with a poke to each of his slender hipbones.

“AHAHA WAHAHAIT NOHOHOHONONONO! PLEHEHEASE NAHAHAHT THEHERE!” He bucked harder than ever before trying to shake his evil tormenter.

“Oh no, I believe I’ve just won. What do you think, Leezuku~” Ojiro teased, rubbing his thumbs deem into the grips of his hips.

“NAHAHAHAHHAHAA YEHEHEHEHES YEHEHES! YOU WIHIHIHIHIN NO MOHOHOHORE!” His hand repeatedly slapping the mat as a tap out. His round cheeks bright red with laughter and embarrassment. Also what was with that nickname? Leezuku, here did he even think of that..?!

Ojiro took that as a sign to stop. He sat back on his butt to watched Midoriya wind down from his laugh attack and ghost tickles.

“You ok buddy? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He checked, helping the smaller boy sit up slowly.

“Y-Yeah, phew. Just a little tihired.” He was still twitching with adorable soft giggles.

“Those hips are pretty bad, arent they?”

“Yehes.” He instinctively covered them, suddenly the phantom tickles hit him there.

“Here. Let me carry you back. Thanks for all your help Midoriya, I really just needed to blow off some steam and have fun.”

“No problem buddy.” He yawned, nuzzled his head into Mashirao’s fluffy collar. His arms were lazily wrapped around the blonde’s neck.

“Man, you got tired quick..” he chuckled softly, no response. The only thing he heard was soft breathing.

“Goodnight, Leezuku~” he shook his head as he walked them both back to the dorm.

#bnha #mha #tickle #ojiro mashirao #midoriya izuku #Deku #lee!izuku #lee!deku #ler!ojiro #lee!midoriya #ler!mashirao #tickletober #ojizuku #izuoji #trash writes #boku no hero academia #bnha tickle #tickles #tickle community #tickle kink #trash sentence starters

[my-unmanageable-mischief]

Flirt

For @artemis1orion Who requested Can I request a James Potter x reader where they’re kinda enemies since the reader was on slytherin. But whenever the reader gets a chance, she/they jokingly flirt with the marauders except james cuz she can’t actually flirt w ppl they actually like. Till like one day, James confronted the reader abt it cuz he also likes her? 

James Potter x Reader

You wolf whistled from across the great hall, causing a plethora of heads to turn your way, including the boys whom attention you wanted. Your eyes met with Potter’s first and you grinned devilishly at him as he glared. The next boy you looked at was Remus, he was no fun though, he never flirted back with you, then Peter, sure flirting with him was a laugh, but not exactly what you were looking for at the moment. Finally, they landed on Black and you grinned wider, blowing a kiss across the room which he jokingly caught and tossed over his shoulder.

“What do you want Y/L/N?” He called out to you. Most students went back to their eating, but some kept their eyes on you, curious about the encounter.

“Nothing, you’re looking fit!” You yelled back, causing your friend next to you to groan in frustration.

“Y/N, leave it.” They demanded but you were just getting started. Black made a face before grinning, winking at you as he took a seat at the Gryffindor table with his mates. Potter simply continued to glare at you. Tosser. Cute tosser, your brain corrected, and hell, you couldn’t argue with that logic. 

“You look pretty fit too, for a slimy snake!” You grinned cheekily at him wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. 

“Come over here, Black, I’ll show you just how slimy I can be!” He laughed at that shaking his head and giving you a choice finger which you returned happily. You dropped it, letting the boys eat as you went back to your own meal. 

“I don’t know why you do that.” Your friend muttered, “They’re Gryffndors, it’s gross.” You grinned and shrugged. 

“It’s fun! And they’re cute, what harm can it do.” Your friend shook their head and went back to their meal, choosing to just ignore you, but that didn’t dampen your mood. 

  A few days later you were leaving potions and nearly bumped into Remus’s back when he suddenly stopped walking. 

“As much as I’d like to bang you, I mean bang into you, I’d also love it if you kept walking.” You commented, Lupin looked over his shoulder at you and flushed before turning and shoving James through the classroom doorway.

“Go!” He demanded, Potter looked over his shoulder at Remus with a grin, and then past Remus at you and his smile immediately dropped, replacing it with a glare. 

“Come on sweetcheeks,” You gave Remus a toothy grin, “Get that cute butt moving,” His blush only deepened, pleading with James with his eyes to get out of the bloody way. Potter moved and Remus jumped out of your way, you reached up and patted his cheek as you went.

“Such a sweetie you are, Third floor broom cupboard later, see you there.”

“No you won’t!” He managed to squeak out, but you merely laughed, sauntering off down the corridor. 

“Want me to hex them?” You heard Potter ask, so you shot him a glare over your shoulder as you walked.

“I’d like to see you try!” James grumbled angrily to himself and Remus rolled his eyes. 

“Come on mate, it’s not biggie. You know they’re just taking the piss.” Remus assured him, but James wasn’t pacified. 

“They’re a bitch.” He stated, arms crossing over his chest, and Remus looked at him knowingly. 

“Why don’t they ever flirt with you mate, they do it with everyone else.” Sirius asked, tossing an arm around his friends shoulder as they walked down the corridor in the opposite direction of you. 

“I don’t know, but I’m glad they don’t.” He muttered and Sirius and Remus shared a look over their friend's heads, Sirius raising a single eyebrow. 

  “Petey,” You smiled sweetly at the boy, leaning on his desk as he sat next to James in potions, “Could I borrow a quill please?” You made puppy dog eyes at the boy and smiled sweetly, watching happily as he turned beat red. 

“I don’t-” He cut himself off and you leaned further onto his desk, ignoring James’ glares. Peter searched through his bag before looking at you with wide eyes, not used to anyone openly flirting with him how you did. 

“I don’t have an extra,” He admitted and you shrugged, plucking the one from his hands, twirling it between your fingers.

“I’ll just take this one then, love.” He went even redder and nodded his head vigorously.

“Okay!” He squeaked out.

“Y/N, give him back his quill.” Potter demanded, and you laughed. 

“Nope.” You responded, popping your ‘p’. James stood up attempting to snatch the quill from your hand but you danced away from him with a wide smile.

“James it’s fine,” Peter tried to interrupt, but Potter was fed up. Finally, you had been trying to get him to this point for months now. 

“Do something about it, Prongs,” You spat the nickname you often heard his friends using at him like it was a vile insult. He flushed, lurching at you, grabbing your wrist and holding it as he snatched the quill from your hands, handing it back to Peter.

“Now kindly,” He glared at you, “Piss off!” You laughed and rolled your eyes before turning to the table behind them where Remus and Sirius watched the exchange with amused expressions. 

“Boys,” You winked at them, blowing a kiss. 

“Y/N,” They replied. 

“Go away!” Potter shouted, causing a few Gryffindors to snicker, but that didn’t bother you, so you went back to your own desk, sitting down and pulling out a quill to Potter’s horror. He wanted to rip your head off. 

A few weeks later, you sat alone in the library working on an assignment for charms, head resting in one of your hands while the other one twirled your quill. You stared at your parchment, wondering if you concentrated hard enough if the essay would write itself. However, so far, you had little luck. 

Suddenly someone plopped down in front of you and you glanced up, surprised to see James Potter sitting in the previously empty seat. You raised an eyebrow, looking around.

“Where are your goons?” You asked and he went from looking mildly uncomfortable to glaring at you.

“They’re not my goons.” You shrugged, looking back down at your parchment again, feeling your cheeks heating up slightly. 

“Whatever you say,” You murmured, sticking the end of your quill into your mouth as you tried to concentrate. Potter didn’t move, so you looked up at him again, “Yes?” You asked, Potter looked as uncomfortable as you felt, shifting awkwardly in his chair, glancing around like he was worried someone might spot him talking to you.

“Do you like Sirius?” He asked suddenly and you scoffed, taking your head.

“No?”

“What about Remus?” You looked at him, blinking a few times before shaking your head. Where was he going with this?

“No,” James nodded his head, playing with his hands that were resting on the table. 

“Peter?” He continued and you barked out a loud laugh, earning a glare from a few Ravenclaws sitting a few tables away. Potter shushed you and you flushed slightly, grinning as you shook your head.

“Definitely not.” You assured, rolling your eyes. “Why the interrogation?” You asked and he shrugged his shoulders looking away from you. When he finally looked back you were still staring at him and he flushed slightly, balling his fists up.

“So why do you flirt with them?” He asked, “And not-” He cut himself off, unclenching his fists and laying his hands flat on the table, “Why?” You considered the question with rosy cheeks. 

“I dunno, Potter, it’s fun?” You offered as an answer but it came out as a question. 

“It’s not fun to flirt with me?” 

“Why do you care? You hate me.” 

“I do not.” You looked at him funny.

“Coulda fooled me.” You stated and he looked down at his hands. You were quiet for a moment, waiting for him to get up and leave. But he didn’t. “Why do you care?” You repeated, James looked at you and shrugged his shoulders. 

“I don’t.”

“Okay.” 

“Okay,” He repeated.

“Fine.” 

“Fine,” He was getting annoyed and you smirked slightly, causing him to let out a small laugh. 

“You’re infuriating.” He decided and your smirk turned into a wide grin.

“Thanks, love.” The word fell out of your mouth before you could think better of it and you both blushed furiously. 

“Do you like me?” He asked suddenly and you dropped your quill in shock.

“What?” James held your gaze but you could tell he wanted to look away.

“I said, do you like me?” He puffed his chest out slightly and ran a hand through his messy black curls. You looked at him, trying to decide if you wanted to lie or not. 

“I don’t... not like you.” You offered. He nodded his head, tongue poking out to lick over his lips, and you watched the movement, afraid if you moved the moment would be broken and he would be gone. 

“Right. Right. Well, I don’t, erm, not like you either.” He responded and you looked at him with wide eyes. 

“Right.” 

“Right.” 

“So...” 

“So?” He repeated, as you both sat there, cheeks red. 

“What... What now?” You asked and James shrugged slightly, looking helpless. He ran his fingers through his hair again and you wanted to reach out and touch his soft curls. 

“Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?” The question came out rushed and all at once. It took you a minute to process it, and for a moment he thought you weren’t going to answer before finally you nodded your head. 

“Alright.” James’ face broke into a grin and he nodded his head, standing up from the table. 

“Brilliant. I will see you then.” 

“We have class together tomorrow.” 

“Right,” He nodded, standing in front of you, “Then I’ll see you then.” He waved and turned to walk away before stopping and coming back to you, you raised an eyebrow when he pointed a finger at you, eyes shining slightly in a way he had never looked at you before. “Stop flirting with my mates.” He stated and you smirked, laughing. 

“Alright, deal.” 

“Good, see you tomorrow, Y/N.” 

“See ya James.”

#Harry Potter #James Potter #James Potter x reader #james potter x yn #james potter x you #request

[ijenoyou]

Out of my league.

kun x reader.

summary; he always admired from afar but not this time.

requested. send one!

warnings; none haha i mean it includes mentions of gummy bears lol fluff and humor.

notes; sooooo i’m sorry this took so long to finally post (˃̣̣̣̣︿˂̣̣̣̣ ) but i was quite busy with school (it’s kicking my ass lol) anyways remember english isn’t my first language sooo ignore the mistakes if you see one lmao

Kun was always the one between all his friends that only admired girls from afar. Of course not in a weird way, he likes to admire the beauty of each one of them and later on forget about it.

But he couldn’t forget about you.

You were a new transferred student who happens to be best friends with his own friend, Lucas.

Kun first saw you at the mini gathering Lucas was doing at his apartment. When he entered his friends home he saw you sitting next to Sicheng, talking about which color of gummy bears tastes better.

“Yellow is the best one.” You said while taking one of the bag you were holding.

“You’re crazy! They taste so bad, red ones are the winner here.” Sicheng defended his posture on the argument making you roll your eyes faking annoyance.

You were about to speak again until Kun interrupted you.

“I think the yellow ones are tasty.” He softly spoke making you and Sicheng turn towards him.

He didn’t know what overcame him to speak out like that. He was always sitting in silence while hearing his friends talk, but not this time.

When he didn’t get any answer he started to regret his decision until you smiled.

“See? He knows about good taste.” You pushed your friend with your shoulders and stood up from your sitting position. “I’m Y/N.”

Kun made sure his hands weren’t sweaty before taking yours in between his.

“Kun.”

Sicheng watched the whole scene with a weird expression on his face, he turned his head towards Lucas who was busy playing tetris on his phone, he pinched his arm to get his attention.

“Ow! What was that for?” Lucas answered and started to rub his arm, trying to calm the burning he felt from Sicheng’s fingers.

“Look at them.” He whispered and nodded towards you and his quiet friend.

“What about them?”

“What about them?! Kun never talks to girls out of the blue and Y/N never smiles to boys like she just did with him.”

After saying that, Lucas’s eyes widened. He snapped his head upwards and searched for the both of you. He found you next to Kun at the kitchen counter, making a drink that included those disgusting yellow gummy bears you liked so much.

“Oh god.” He whispered to Sicheng. “I’ve never seen her like that.”

“I know!” Sicheng answered with excitement.

He knew you way before Lucas, you and him were neighbors since baby’s and stayed friends all this time. So he definitely knows how you react around other guys.

You always tried to be polite but never gave them a single smile or stuff like that. You only did that with Sicheng and Lucas since they were practically your only friends alongside your roommate. They always joked about how you hate men and that the day you smile at one for real that will be because he’s the love of your life.

“I didn’t know Kun has a girlfriend.” Xiaojun said making Lucas and Sicheng flinch.

“Yeah, they look cute.” Ten answered and placed his hand on Xiaojun’s back.

“How did you guys get in?” Lucas questioned with surprise.

Ten pointed towards the other couch in the room, Hendery was playing red hands with Yangyang.

“Yang opened the door for us.” Ten said while taking one green gummy bear out of Sicheng’s bag.

“But how did they got in? They weren’t here before!”

Before anyone could say anything a strong laugh could be heard in the whole place. The six boys turned their heads and saw you and Kun laughing loudly at something he was showing you on his phone.

“Okay! Why don’t we play a game while waiting for our food?” Lucas asked everyone, grabbing your and Kun’s attention.

And that’s how you ended up almost choking Ten for hiding his uno cards by sitting on top of them so he could win. Two hours went by and it was time for you to leave.

“Damn i’m so full.” Hendery spoke while trying to keep his eyes open. “I’m getting food coma.”

You patted his head. “Good luck with that.”

You stretched your arms and decided to start putting your shoes on.

“Well, it’s was nice but I have to go back to my place, Wendy needs help with a project.”

You said goodbye to everyone and before you could say anything to Kun he decided to speak first.

“I’ll walk you.” A blush spread on your cheeks and the boys didn’t fail to notice it but said nothing about it.

“Don’t worry Kun.” You smiled and placed the hood of your hoodie on your head. “I live a few flats from here but if you one day want to come by just let me know.”

“Sure.” Kun tried to suppress a smile and nodded.

“Okay then, I’ll see you tomorrow guys!” That was the last thing you said before leaving.

The whole place was silent. Until Kun turned and saw all of his friends holding each other trying not to scream.

“What?” He asked.

“You like her!”

“She likes you!”

“I’m going to cry, our Kunnie finally spread his wings out.”

He couldn’t understand a single thing his friends said and decided to ignore them.

————

You first day at your new collage was great so far. You didn’t see any of the boys at all since all of them were majoring in different things. Expect for Kun.

“I didn’t know you were into law.” He spoke behind you.

You turned surprise and smiled.

“Hello there.”

He sat next to you, putting his backpack on the floor and took out his laptop with the rest of his materials for the class.

“Why didn’t you tell me about your major?” You asked while pressing the ‘on’ button of your laptop.

“You never asked.” Kun playfully answered and you softly punched him on the shoulder.

After that, the class started. Two long hours and Kun couldn’t be more surprised by you.

Since you were new, the teacher had his target on you. He asked a lot of question to you to see if you were capable of answering, which you did gaining a good response from the teacher.

Kun knew you were smart. At the reunion everytime you spoke you did it with such a smart input, like you had all of the right words.

“We have free class right now, so... vending machine?” He asked and you nodded.

Weeks went by like that. You and him spending most of the time together.

You study with him, eat with him, laugh with him.

The boys were surprised that at this point you and him haven’t kissed at least.

“Not even a tiny peck?” Ten pinched his fingers together while asking.

Kun shook his head and the boys groaned.

“I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.” He softly said and started to play with his fingers, a nervous habit he developed with the years. “And we don’t know if she even likes me like that!”

Sicheng gasped.

“Are you dumb?”

“Not even close, why?”

“There’s no time for jokes!” Sicheng’s dramatic voice appeared. “trust me with this dude, she likes you.”

Kun sighed and rubbed his eyes with his knuckles.

“Y/N is way out of my league.”

————

“How come your roommate is never here?”

“Uh, Wendy usually sleeps at his boyfriends.” You answered while searching a show to watch on netflix.

You decided to lay your head on his shoulder and he decided to place his on top of yours. You decided on watching Twilight again and he groaned making you poke fun at him.

“Again? We’ve watch this like a million times!” He expressed his annoyance.

“And? It’s good so shut it.”

The movie began, it was making him sleepy. He could tell you the whole scrip even in his sleep. That’s so many times you’ve made him watch it with you.

“Are you tired?” You asked and took your head off his shoulder to look at him.

“Yeah, I was busy so I forgot about the essay Ms. Kang gave us, I finished it up in one night.”

His ‘busy’ meant going with you to this art exposition about candy in which they were selling a giant gummy bear, he got you the yellow one and he couldn’t forget they way your face lit up with happiness when he gave it to you after a few days.

“Why don’t you sleep here? You can have my bed and I’ll sleep in Wendy’s”

He nodded at your proposal and sighed. Too tired to even say anything. He was about to continue watching the movie but he couldn’t keep his eyes off your lips. Shinning bright because of the grenade chapstick he gifted you the other day.

The conversation he had with the boys kept on replaying on his mind.

Fuck it.

He pressed his lips against yours. You let out a tiny gasp in surprise but soon after decided to relax.

You tilted your head to the side so you could return his kiss while placing your hand on his cheek. It was a quick kiss but the softness and love was there, and it made you feel for the very first time, full of love.

“I’m in love with you.” He said in a whisper.

You caressed his skin with your fingers, admiring his features under the artificial light that came from the TV.

“I—“

You couldn’t think straight. Too in love with the idea of love. So instead of saying anything, you took him by the back of his neck and drew him close to you, reconnecting your lips with his.

“Be mine.”

————

The boys couldn’t believe their eyes.

“W-What? W-When?” Lucas stuttered.

“Wow, he finally made a move.” Hendery said while sipping on his coca-cola.

A few tables away from them, you and Kun were eating a small cake, feeding each other and sharing sweet kisses.

“Woo! Go Y/N! Go Kun!” Ten shouted to make them feel embarrassed.

You tried to hide your face in your boyfriend’s chest and stuck out your hand with direction towards Ten, folding your fingers except for the middle one.

Kun laughed at this antics and pressed a peck on the crown of your head.

He also was in love with the idea of love.

#qian kun x reader #qian kun scenarios #qian kun angst #nct x reader #nct angst #nct scenarios #nct fluff #wayv scenarios #wayv x reader #wayv angst #kun x reader #kun scenarios

[arhvste]

can you maybe do some hcs w kuroo tsukishima and oikawa when their s/o is being bullied by people from school?

love me some savage haikyuu boys 😈

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KUROO, TSUKISHIMA AND OIKAWA REACTING TO THEIR S/O BEING BULLIED

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KUROO

kuroo is a perspective little shit 

he analysis’ anything and everything 

he isn’t called the scheming captain for nothing 

so when he notice’s his s/o feeling down or acting different from normal he will find out what’s bothering them

he’ll ask you first

and if you’re not willing to give clear answers he’ll just find out himself

he doesn't want to overstep privacy boundaries

but if you’re being upset by something he feels like it’s his duty as your boyfriend to sort it out

so one day you’re waiting for him after practice

and you both usually meet outside the gym doors to talk home together

however

this time you’ve unfortunately encountered the people who have been making school life unbearable for you

“look its stupid little y/n!”

“why are you still here? waiting for your boyfriend like some sort of lost dog?”

“i don’t know how he puts up with you”

“so clingy and desperate for support i feel so bad for him”

they have you cornered and you’re outnumbered by far 

kuroo has been waiting outside the gym doors for 5 minutes now and is confused 

you’re never ever late 

so he wanders around looking for you since you aren't answering your phone 

now kuroo is annoying but he isn’t stupid

he’s had a hunch about what’s been bothering you lately

he’s noticed a few kids often hang behind class until you leave and they seem to surround you when you’re trying to leave your classroom

he never intervened because he didn’t want to wrongly accuse them of harassing you in case you were friends with them

but you still didn’t look particularly thrilled when you got away from them

so kuroo hears some familiar voices and he heads straight over to them

“don’t cry y/n you don't want to look even more ugly than you already do”

“oh look y/n’s crying they can't even handle a few jokes”

“your boyfriend might even dump you when he sees you”

“the only ones who need dumping are all of you into a pit of fire 🥰”

there stands the 6′2, muscular built, powerhouse school national level volleyball captain with the coldest look he’s ever had

the kids surrounding you are dead silent

“what? nobodies got anything to say now? i thought we were all just laughing and joking with each other so why’d we stop now?”

kuroos eyes soften as soon as they meet yours 

he’s grabbed your hand and pulled you tightly into his chest

“i don't think much of a warning needs to be made but let me make this clear just this once because i don't like having to remind people things, come near her, approach, talk about or to her again and you’re going to have a personal problem with me and my team. got it?”

lmfao the little bitches nod trembling and run 🏃🏽‍♀️

kuroo is such a science nerd who makes awful jokes and has the worlds most obnoxious laugh 

but he’s also a man and a captain and sometimes it’s easy to forget that

he can pick and choose when and what he wants to be perceived as

and right then he has chosen to show you who he really can be 

“why didn’t you tell me angel?”

“i didn’t want to have to bother you”

“oh baby you’re never ever a bother to me. im sorry i couldn't help sooner please never hesitate to tell me if anything like this happens again”

kuroo’s warning sticks with your bullies and they don't bother you anymore

the volleyball team and coach nekomata are throwing dirty ass looks at them too nfjdsbfjs

all in all, kuroo just wants you to know he is there to support you

and he’ll do anything to make sure you’re happy and comfortable 

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TSUKISHIMA

lmao all i’ve got to say to your bullies is good luck

because if tuski finds out you’ve been bullying his s/o

you’re done for 

this boy has no mercy

he doesn't even need to physically fight

his words can cut deeper than any knife and he knows it 

so when he notices you've been feeling more anxious around school and clinging to him a little more

he grows sus

he’s immediately closing in on who is bothering you and what insults he wants to throw at them

tuski has an exam and it runs a little into lunch 

he told you that if it runs over than you can just wait by your classroom and he’d come and get you 

however while you’re waiting you have a run in with the students who have been giving you a hard time 

just like tuski you’re a student who thrives in academics 

so a few of your classmates aren't particularly fond of your constant reign of lead in your class

“ew y/n you gross weirdo why are you here?”

“they’re probably waiting for their boyfriend to come and pick them up”

“such an entitled little shit, waiting to be collected who do you think you are”

so far you’d done pretty well ignoring them 

but that was in an environment with many other students who’d call your bullies out if they were to step out of line in class

right now you’re an easy target though

nobody to protect you

well that’s what you thought anyway

you feel your bag get snatched from your hands and thrown to the ground 

the bullies are kicking your stuff around laughing while you have no choice but to watch is despair 

that's until one of them is tripped up and lands face flat onto the ground

“you think i should kick them around and see if they can take it?”

tuski is standing there with a dark smile on his face

“so brave of you to pick on my y/n when you all have the audacity to look the way you do and don't even get me started on your academics”

“if i were you'd just apologise to your parents now because realistically what are you all going to do in your lives? success doesn't really look like it fits any of you to be honest”

the other students don't even know what to say

they can't exactly say anything

tsukishima is known to have a sharp tongue with an endless flow of direct insults 

“it’d be a shame if a teacher were to find out about this wouldn't it. im thinking suspension maybe? perhaps you should all call your parents up right now and apologise for your inevitable suspension”

the bullies look at each other nervously

he couldn’t be serious right

“im waiting”

these kids whip out their phones and are calling their confused parents trying to explain about how they could be suspended

“now off you all go, get out of my sight and don't you dare come near her again”

they be sprinting out the hallways 

“you weren’t actually gonna get them suspended were you?”

“it was depending on how fast they called their parents really”

tsukishima is on the floor helping you gather you trashed things

“im annoyed you didn't tell me. don't keep things like this from me yeah? cause not only am i here for you but, i get a kick out of it to. besides, im the only one who gets to be playfully mean to you.”

and he’ll make sure to keep a closer eye on you and keep you around him for a little longer just till he’s certain you’ve been left alone

OIKAWA

fangirls 

the absolute bane of his existence 

oikawa appreciated the support but it was overbearing sometimes 

especially when he just wants to spend time with his precious y/n-chan

in front of him, his fangirls would be so polite and supportive 

“you and y/n look so good together”

“i hope you’re treating them well”

“oikawa is is lucky”

but behind his back these girls were nothing but vicious and spiteful towards you 

you knew you’d have to deal with his fangirls at some point 

you’d decided to keep your relationship hidden for the first few months until oikawa suggested going public and you felt like you couldn’t say no

you’d hear comments as you walked through the halls

classes would’ve been a nightmare if iwaizumi wasn’t in your class

he knew you were struggling with oikawa’s fangirls but you pleaded him not to say anything to his best friend 

iwaizumi didn't exactly want to keep this from oikawa but he also didn't want to go against your wishes 

you compromised instead and told iwaizumi about everything the fangirls put you through and sometimes he’d even take it lightly into his own hand 

despite the fact you had oikawa’s best friend looking out for you, this was also a reason the bullying got worse

“you think you can get iwaizumi to back you up now? you want the whole team or what?”

yes

“stop being so overdramatic oikawa shouldn’t have to put up with someone as fragile as you”

“he can do so much better did you manifest or do witchcraft to get him to date you?”

the comments had become so common to you they started to have no effect

you slowly became more and more emotionally unavailable and this was something oikawa had started to pick up on

“y/n-chan you’ve stopped smiling at me so much. have i upset you?”

at first he’d think he did something wrong and he’d desperatly rack his brain for anything he could’ve done to offend you

“no you haven’t tooru i’ve just been tired lately”

you’d lie and give him a small fake smile 

but oikawa has given enough fake smiles in his life and is more than capable of being able to tell a real smile to a fake one

like kuroo though, he wouldn’t want to push any privacy boundaries and can only hope you’d open up to him soon

it doesn’t mean he’s not going to be watching you even closer now

he’ll ask iwaizumi whether he’s seen a change in your behaviour 

iwaizumi has finally decided this has gone too far

“idiot do you not see it’s your shitty fangirls that are making them miserable?”

“my fangirls?”

“yes your fangirls. y/n can’t catch a break with them around they’re really nasty to her and i don’t know how it’s taken you so long to see”

now that oikawa thinks about it you do cling to him a little tighter when they’re around

you don’t thank them for their ‘compliments’ about your relationship with the setter

you go extremely quiet and anxious when they’re around

oikawa had just thought it was nerves from sudden attention

he didn’t realise they had been secretly harassing you 

so oikawa goes to wait outside your locker when the day ends

“tooru shouldn't you be at practice?”

“come with me” he says sternly but he’s giving you a reassuring look as he grips your hand securely in his larger one

he walks you quickly through the halls and round to the entrance of the gym where his fangirls are usually waiting for practice to start

“oikawa-san! why aren’t you in uniform? is practice cancelled?”

“oh y/n is here... that's cute”

oikawa is beyond livid just from their presence alone

they even had the nerve to say your name?

“you know what isn’t fucking cute though? your disgusting behaviour”

the fangirls are look between each other innocently

“what do you mean oikawa-san?”

“don’t play oblivious with me you bitches! what was going through your heads when you all thought it was okay to harass MY y/n-chan?!”

the girls are silent now

oikawa is usually so charming and relaxed 

nobody sees him worked up outside the court

“there’s a reason none of you have even been allowed to be considered to have the chance to get to know me, you’re all fake. every single one of you. i hate fake people more than anything. this behaviour is gross i want none of you associated with me get out of here and if i hear one more thing about anyone upsetting y/n hell will be broken loose and that won’t just be from me.”

oikawa did not stutter 😌

king

the girls leave immediately 

“i think you’ve just lost yourself your whole fan club”

“oh y/n they were never fans if they have the nerve to upset someone they know i love. why didn’t you tell me i would’ve said something sooner”

“i just didn't want to upset you about your fans”

“you’re always going to be the first priority to me always if they or anyone else ever bothers you again, promise you’ll tell me straight away?”

“promise.”

after that he’ll take you to sit on the bench on the side of the court so you can watch him play and he can keep an eye on you

yeah oikawa may seem like a carefree people pleaser

but if you’re upsetting his s/o, you’ll be experiencing the side he tries to keep under control and he won’t be afraid to let loose.

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#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #kuroo hcs #kuroo scenario #tsukishima kei #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x you #tsukishima hcs #tsukishima scenarios #oikawa tooru #oikawa x reader #oikawa x you #oikawa hcs #oikawa scenarios #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu!!

[recurring-polynya]

Writing/Art Update 1/21/2022:

Hi, it’s me, a mess.

Longtime readers of this feature may have noticed that I do not change gears smoothly. I am at my best (although not necessarily happiest) when I am In The Work, when days are monotonous and predictable and I can plan out my daily goals and do what I need to do. Right now, it is...the opposite.

I mentioned last time that my kids were going back to school this week, which they sort of did. Monday was off and yesterday was a snow day and today is a three-hour early dismissal. I felt really scattered on Tuesday and Wednesday, and chalked it up to trying to settle back into routine. I had intended to try to write more of my Rukia prompts, but then the Daily Renruki post from last Sunday reminded me of a story I started last fall (in the Renji prompts) that I never finished, and was more of a Rukia story anyway. The first half is pretty good, actually, and I really wanted to finish it, except... I pobherjgdkgne’d. I dunno. Further, this just sort of knocked me off kilter, because I just wanted to think about the Tattoo Artist AU instead of thinking about how Shin’ou would try to handle the messaging of several students getting slaughtered by Hollows during a routine training exercise. It’s usually my policy to let myself work on the things I want to work on, so now I have a third chapter of the Tattoo Artist AU (it’s epistolary!!!) and I have little hope of working on any more Rukia fanfics in the near future (i’m sorrrrrrrrrrrry). I am trying to outline a plot for this thing and I am completely overwhelmed by trying to write a thing that takes place in the Real World, and also, like, which other characters to include and such. I really, really, really do not want it to get too long, but I do want it to be an actually *story* and not just a series of disconnected events, because I love romcoms and I love the idea of writing one, despite not having any good ideas or the skills to do so. Wish me luck. (I also need a title? RIP 2 me) I also feel some weird guilt that modern AUs are sort of fundamentally lame and that everyone would rather I spent my energy on the next part of Heart is a Muscle, which I am also tempted to jump on, except that I now have actual anxiety about hitting the point where I get stuck and don’t finish it for five years, since this has happened on the previous three parts, with a progressively longer slough of despair each time. 

I AM still working on the art project I mentioned before. It’s got five parts, and my original intent was to do the first and most important part fully colored, and the others in B&W, but then I remembered how shitty my art looks in B&W. I don’t know that ✨The Process✨ looks like for other artists, but here’s a little XKCD-style graph of how pleased I am with my art over time:

I have finished the first and most important part-- the other four are in various stages of Inks/Flats Hell. It’s possible that I’ll finish it in the coming week, but surely the following week, if not. I am pretty excited about it, I think it’s gonna come out really cute.

Anyway, I am just a vibrating stack of disorganization this week and I am sorry about that. I did manage to whittle down my ao3 inbox significantly, but I did not make much progress on my ask box. I will try to do better this week. I did watch about half of a Bleach Rock Musical and no one told me that Renji wears my favorite Renji outfit??? so I guess I have to make a post about that, too, and also the insane Higa Zekkou special fx.

#writing update #art update

[korissideblog]

ohh it's time for a sillie little sports festival fic <3

Tsumi belongs to the lovely @glitchviper , who also helped me a ton while writing this <3

[tw: fighting; derogatory language; like... Aito gets nasty with it]

Tsumi was preparing for the fight, her usual redgement of slow stretches. She wasn’t sure how this tournament would end, and she honestly didn’t want to think about it. She just had to get past the first round, then she could worry about the next one after.

Time slowed as she stretched her arms over her head, breathing calmly to soothe her nerves. Just do it. Aito would probably hate her for winning, but some things were just more important than other people’s opinions. Winning this sports festival meant more than just a metal and a ‘good job’ from her teachers. It meant proving herself to her peers- and earning her place in the ranks of Pro Heros.

But she shouldn’t think about that. She shouldn’t even be thinking about the fight right now. All she should be thinking about is her muscles relaxing as she stretched her legs. She would do her best. If her best lets her win, that’s good. If her best still ends in loss.

Then at least she’ll know what to work on.

___________

Aito’s forehead was an interesting sight.

Not that it was fairly fascinating in any way. Honestly, other than the twin horns poking out of the top, it was the model of an average teenager’s forehead. The only thing that was interesting about it was…

Was that you could see it.

Usually her forehead could only be seen in small slivers, seconds before you were charmed by the boy’s eyes. But for the sports festival, Aito seems to have an agenda in mind. You see, Aito is a strangely cruel creature, the kind to drink blood just to taste it, but there were just certain sympathies that were impossible for even her to ignore.

But with her bangs held back with a bandana and her poisonous yellow eyes on full display, she seemed more than willing to ignore them today.

___________

The girls stood across from each other on the floor of the stadium, Aito facing the crowds and waving as the announcer warned them to not look directly at the boy, especially not his eyes. Tsumi focused on her breathing, preparing for the fight ahead. She didn’t plan on much, Aito seemed an easy enough opponent. He was hubristic, and would probably lose interest in the fight in favor of the crowds. All Tsumi had to do w-

And then Aito looked at her. His eyes shattering into millions upon billions of fractals, all moving and shivering and growing and shrinking and rattling and screaming and-

And suddenly Tsumi found herself kneeling, the sides of her vision cloudy and dark as she continued to stare directly at Aito’s eyes. The next thing she knew, she was laying on the ground, the taste of concrete only shadowed by the pain in her head. She felt like she had been trampled by marshmallows- a fairly pleasant sort of pressure all over her body as she looked up to see Aito waving to the cheering crowds, and looked at a nearby television screen as a replay showed Tsumi kneeling before Aito, and the boy slowly approaching before landing a kick into the side of Tsumi’s head. She had charmed her. Tsumi knew vaguely of Aito’s quirk- and tried to figure out how to fight without looking the student in the eyes when-

Tsumi felt hands on her horns, and was immediately greeted by the sickeningly yellow eyes that she only wanted to avoid, the fractals returning and only growing worse with proximity, seeming to somehow engulf everything that wasn’t the darkened sides of her view.

“Breathe, Tsumi.” Aito commanded, helping Tsumi rest on her knees. “You’re going to have to breathe. You’re stressed. Just breathe.” Aito watched as Tsumi inhaled and exhaled, nodding as her breath returned to its regular pace. Aito had noticed Tsumi start to hyperventilate a bit when she hit the concrete, and wanted to make sure she was still alright.

He wanted everyone to see what a spectacular fighter he was, and he couldn’t do that if his opponent was in a suboptimal state.

“Tell me, are you tired, Tsumi?” Aito asked, trying to get a quick rundown on Tsumi’s state of mind.

“No- not tired. My head hurts.” Tsumi admitted, clearly under Aito’s control as she seemingly tried to look away, but just couldn’t. Aito also felt the need to look away, honestly, she’s never looked directly at one of her classmates for this long. Even when her eyes were covered, Aito had a habit of not looking directly at anyone he was interacting with, just as a second layer of protection. But this required focus, so even through her discomfort, Aito would press on.

“On your feet now, you need to stand up.” Aito advised, helping Tsumi up to the crowd's confusion. “Now, tell me Tsumi…” Aito whispered, slowly starting to spin them in a circle to further disorient her opponent. “Are you going to make this fight easy for me?”

“Never.” Tsumi responded honestly, with little expression in her face or voice, and Aito knew it was true. Both because of how amazingly dedicated Tsumi was and also because… you know- you can’t lie when charmed.

If Tsumi wasn’t going to make it easy on Aito, Aito wouldn't play nice either.

“Can’t you hear them Tsumi?” Aito asked, tightening her grip on the demon’s horns to keep eye contact. “They’re booing you. They’ve finally realized it. Realized that you’re scum. You’re nothing. You’re less than nothing!” Aito barked, watching Tsumi’s eye try to dart around, to look at the crowds as they jeered and heckled her in her mind, but she couldn’t. All she could do was hold Aito’s shoulders, weakly trying to push him away. “Do you have friends here, Tsumi?”

“I-I-“ she stuttered. Aito’s never gotten anyone to stutter while answering a question! Aito’s control only grew crueler as she grew more exhilarated- electrified as she imagined her next fight going just as easily- and the one after that, and the one after that, and so on and so forth till!! Victory!

“Yes… of course you do.” Aito hummed, keeping Tsumi’s hallucination laden mind focused on her voice. “They hate you. They know what you are and they hate you for tricking them.” She continued, her grip on Tsumi’s horns growing tighter and tighter as he felt victory at the tip of his forked tongue. “They’re gonna watch me put you down like the dog you are. And they’re gonna cheer! And they’re gonna thank me! Thank me for destroying you. Thank me for finally showing them what worthless vermin you really really are.”

Aito’s voice grew stronger, till Tsumi couldn’t even hear it anymore- only feel the shivers of sorrow and the wish to just keel over and die. Die right there and never have to face anyone ever again. Because she was disgusting. And she was weak. And she was worthless. And she was… she was getting so tired. So very very tired and… and she wanted to lie down… she should just… just lie down. And… and…

And the next thing Tsumi knew, she was laying down on the floor of the stadium again, again looking up at Aito- the bandana now over her eyes- as she laughed, almost seeming to shake with all the excitement. The crowds cheered hesitantly, not sure exactly how Aito got her opponent to submit, but… a winner is a winner?

Except… Tsumi could stand. She wasn’t immobilized, she wasn’t out of bounds… and she definitely never surrendered.

So… she could stand up- and she did- and she could sneak up on Aito- and she did- and she could- and did- snatch the little demon by the tail.

Aito yelped in surprise, barely even thinking to turn around before Tsumi had pulled him back into the fight. Tsumi pulled Aito to the ground and- if not with a bit of irony- kicked the creature in the head. Aito’s head made a bit of a louder noise when it made contact with the floor, but little harm was done as Aito rolled back onto her feet and shook it off, immediately charging back into the fight. He reached up to remove the bandana, but was stopped as Tsumi smacked her hand away, landing a punch within just the next second.

“Ah!! Tsumi! Ah you got my eye!” Aito whined, reaching up again to apply a soothing pressure on the injured eye and turning away from her opponent as if to shield himself. “Owowowowow!” Tsumi’s Big Sister Mode immediately kicked in as she was about to call the match off just to check on Aito’s eye-

And she suddenly realized that she should have seen this coming when Aito’s elbow crashed into her nose.

“Ah!!! You-” Tsumi barked, touching her upper lip and scowling at the blood leaking from her nose. “You brat!”

“Well hey now!” Aito huffed, putting her hands on her hips. “We don’t have to be rude!” Aito grew to regret the bandana as, while trying again to remove it, he caught a right hook to the jaw. Aito went stiff from the force, spinning around on his heel and falling flat on his stomach like a cartoon.

The crowd’s cheering came to a climax as Tsumi realized she shouldn’t underestimate anything about her opponent, and needed to finish this while she could. She reached down and grabbed Aito by the back of her collar and her wiry little tail, lifting her up just enough to throw her over the white lines and right out of bounds.

Aito huffed a bit, trying to catch her breath before finally standing to face an equally exhausted Tsumi.

“Great match señora Sumi!” Aito chirped, shaking hands with Tsumi and immediately getting back to her usual chipper attitude, as if nothing had ever happened. “I’m not too happy that I’m out of the tournament, but I’m glad I was beaten by someone as tough as you!” Tsumi stared blankly at Aito, unsure if this was some sort of trap or joke or- then suddenly Aito removed his bandana and pulled Tsumi close, clacking their horns together, as everything went into a familiar sort of tunnel vision. “Believe me Tsumi, I won’t be beaten by just anyone. If you value your sanity, you will win this tournament.” Aito spat, her grip on Tsumi’s hand tightening for just a second, before she was released again and Aito closed her eyes. “Good luck on your next fight, Señora!” Aito giggled, giving Tsumi a tight hug before slipping the bandana over her eyes and skipping back into the side door of the arena.

“Aito wait!” Tsumi called to the girl as he started to walk away. She might have been angry at the little gremlin but that didn’t mean she had nothing to say. “I hope you know the outcome of this match could have been far worse for you,” she paused, smiling a bit at Aito’s pout, “even so- I owe you my thanks. You actually managed to teach me something… and as for the tournament, I don’t plan on losing.” Despite her quirk not being activated a dark aura seemed to surround her, her voice a whisper of a sinister tone.

Aito pout turned to an equally evil smile, his tail wagging with enthusiasm as his ears flapped in excitement- as if he would burst at the seams with delight from just the promise alone. “Give ‘em hell, ‘Sumi!” she hollered, raising his hands to his head and making his fingers look like Tsumi’s horns as he cheered for his once-opponent.

Tsmui laughed wholeheartedly at the boy, turning back to her side of the arena. “I plan on it!”

#ohhh these sillie little girls <3 #aito takao #tsutsumi natsumi #bnha oc comeback #event: sports festival tournament #Kori stories

[anjuschiffer]

No Point In Lying

I should’ve been working on WIPs...oops...

Note: This is pre-daminette...and while Damian does not appear, I’m still tagging this as Maribat as it part of a Maribat au...

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Tags: @theatreandcomicfreak @genshin-and-fanfics-are-my-life @toodaloo-kangaroo @elijahcrevan @vixen-uchiha @nathleigh

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AO3

Lila pinched her skin as she stood outside the classroom room, waiting for her new teacher Mlle Bustier to introduce her.

She always hated introducing herself. What was the point of it when all the friends she would end up making will forget about her months later? They always promised to keep in touch and yet, they never do.

Thanks to her mother being a diplomat, Lila always found herself changing school every school year and while travel stories always captured people’s attention, it was only temporary. When she would run out of stories to tell, one by one, they would leave, disappointed in knowing that Lila had nothing else to offer.

A temporary entertainment in their eyes…

Looking at her reddened wrist covered in nail marks, Lila let out a long heavy sigh when she heard someone climbing up the stairs. 

Quickly turning, Lila was surprised to see a student running up the stairs, the boy dashing straight towards her!

“Watch out!”

Lila quickly stepped to the side, watching as the boy skidded towards the door, only to fall face flat onto the ground. Panicking, Lila helped him out, watching as the boy towered her by a whole foot. “Thank you! Can’t believe I was almost late for- say.” The boy looked at her from top to bottom. 

Lila watched as he was about to grab her hair, only to stop. “May I?” While Lila would never let anyone touch her hair, she somehow found herself saying yes. “Thanks.”

She felt as he ruffled her bangs a bit, remaining still as she let the boy fix her hair, feeling as he gently pushed strands of hairs away from her face and placed back the silver hairband she had chosen to wear that day. “And finished.” The boy proudly announced, taking out his phone and showing Lila her reflection using the front camera. “Your hairband was a bit out of place and I-”

“Thank you.” Lila cut off, giving the boy back his phone. “I didn’t think much about-” The boy let out a small gasp.

“You can’t just not worry about your hair! It looks very pretty and that shine! You already take lots of good care for it already! But doing these small-”

“I see you’ve met out new student Marcel.” Mlle Bustier interrupted, “and you’re late...again,” causing Marcel to let out a nervous laugh.

“Apologies, Mlle Bustier. I’ll try not to be late.” Marcel gave a small bow, heading into the classroom, Lila following him as he sat in the front of the classroom, next to a boy with glasses. 

“That’s Marcel Dupain-Cheng.” Mlle Bustier snapped Lila from her trance, Lila feeling the tips of her ears burning. “He’s the class president. During lunch today, he’ll be showing you around the school. But for now, let’s head inside. It’s time for you to introduce yourself to the rest of the class.”

Lila could only nod, feeling her stomach jitter for the first time in ages. 

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Before she could even approach Marcel to ask him about the tour around the school, Lila was ambushed by her fellow classmates, one in particular shoving a phone in her face.

“Hi! I’m Alya! I was wondering if you would be willing to say- hey Marcel! I’m- hey!” Lila watched as Marcel frowned as he took Alya’s phone and raised it above his head, Lila watching as Alya struggled to take it back.

“Alya, we already talked about this. Ask people before recording them.” Marcel pocketed the phone. “You won’t be getting it until you apologize to Lila.” After an apology, Alya got her phone back and put it away. Just as she was about to ask Lila about her travels, Marcel grabbed Lila by her wrist and dragged her outside the classroom, Lila wondering what exactly was happening.

“Marcel...I don’t think she’s following us.” Lila spoke up, watching as Marcel got flustered, instantly, but clumsily, letting go of her.

“S-Sorry about that! It’s just that I know how energetic Alya can get when she gets like that and thought that-”

“Thank you.” Lila smiled, clasping her hands behind her back. “Really. Thank you.” Smiling, Marcel returned the smile, quickly going onto the promised tour, Lila absorbing his every word. 

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Just a month into school and Lila already fitted in with the rest of the class, already having a best friend in the form of Alya. Even after running out of stories to tell them, Lila found herself invited to every girl’s outing, after school events, club meetings and evern shopping out on weekends.

Today, the girls were out having a picnic, trying to catch Lila up on the different events that happened in the school year so far.

“-but of course! We only had one guy who was willing to go with our ridiculous plan.” Alya retold, looking at all the girls before signaling them.

“Marcel!” The girls said in unison, Lila watching as Mylene, Alix and Alya laughed while Rose and Juleka simply smiled at the memory. 

“He’s just like Ivan.” Mylene added, a soft smile on her face. “He may look intimidating at first, but the moment he speaks, you can tell he’s a big softie!”

“Doesn’t help that he’s so tall.” Alix raised her hands above her head. “Guy’s a giant!”

“You’re just jealous because he’s so tall.” Alya poked.

“Have you seen his dad?” Alix almost screamed, honestly wondering if anyone has seen Marcel’s father, or was she the only one?

“I remember when I first met him,” Juleka spoke up, making Lila jump. Can you blame her though? This was the first time she’s ever heard her talk! “I was busy helping tune my brother’s guitars, sitting on the Liberty’s deck when I saw him, staring back at me. One minute he was on the grass and the next, on the Liberty’s deck, asking me to model for him.”

Now that was surprising.

“Wait, is that how he actually asked you to model for you?” Alix screeched before going into a laughing fit, Lila watching as the others soon joined in, leaving Lila confused.

“Oh,” a snort. “That’s right! How did we forget to tell you!” Alya managed to say, gesturing Rose to fill in Lila while she continued to laugh.

“Marcel runs his own fashion line: MDC! He designs and sews all of the clothing, hats, bags and accessories in his fashion line. Juleka,” Rose gestured to her blushing girlfriend, “is Marcel’s main model.”

“Main model?” Lila asks, looking at the rest of the girls. “Do you guys help model for him too?”

“Sometimes.” Mylene shyly states. “But he mainly asks Juleka, Aurore and Rose to model for him. Aurore is another girl in the school!” She quickly adds when she saw Lila panic.

“Oh? What’s this?” Alya smirked, Lila feeling a shiver down her spine. “Could Lila...have a crush on Marcel?”

“W-What?! NO! No!” lila squeaked, knowing her face contradicted her feelings. “I barely speak to him! How would I have a crush on him when the only time I speak to him is during class and that’s it?”

Apparently that wasn’t convincing enough, Alya wrapping an arm around Lila, a cheshire smile plastered onto her face. 

“Oh Lila, you can’t fool us that easily. Not that you should be shy about it. Almost everyone in the class has had a crush on the designer.” Alya confessed, Lila watching as Mylene looked away while Rose hid her face into her hands.

“Had?” Lila dared to ask. “Does-”

“Yup.” Alix quickly answered, a grin plastered on her face. “Nathaniel, Chloe and Sabrina? They’ve fallen victim to Marcel’s spell. Oh! But of course, Chloe would never admit to falling in love with the baker’s son.” Alix quickly wrapped up, noticing Lila’s pale face. Uh-oh. “W-Well, despite-”

“Despite there being many people who’ve had a crush on Marcel,” Alya picked up, hitting Alix’s shoulder, “Marcel never showed any interest in them, something about none of them appealing to him. No offense!” Alya quickly said as she looked at Mylene and Rose. “And to be quite honest, I think you have a good chance of getting Marcel’s attention.” 

“What?” Lila squeaked, feeling her cheeks burn. 

“You’re literally the first person Marcel has ever went “designer mode” the minute he laid eyes on you.” Alix clarified. “Never done it to anyone else but you.” Alya squealed.

“If you do capture Marcel’s attention- imagine it! The two of you would be the cutest couple in school! No! In all of Paris! You and Marcel, posing together-”

Lila let out a screech, feeling her face on fire as she buried it into her hands.

“No way, now way, no way!” Lila denied. “Marcel’s just someone who I admire! He’s the first person I met who welcomed me to Dupont, so of course I’m going to-”

“Alright, alright.” Alya sighed, patting Lila’s shoulder. “So you don’t have a crush on Marcel...so that means you’ll be alright with him getting your measurements and being face-to-face with him, right?” Lila’s head snapped up.

“What?” Alya showed Lila her phone, Lila reading the message. 

“Marcel needs a model right now since Aurore might not make it to his photo shoot in an hour, so of course, I told him you’re okay with filling in for her.” Lila sputtered to come up with an answer, only being able to watch as the girls dragged her to Marcel’s studio…

Or rather bedroom.

There he was, wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of sweats, his toned arms exposed. Did he work out?

Trying to not gulp loudly, Lila could hear the snickering and whispers of good luck as the girls left them alone, Marcel giving Lila an apologetic smile.

“Sorry for making you-”

“No!” Lila accidentally squeaked out. “Help being fine- mean.” She cleared her throat, hoping her heart would stop beating so loudly in her ears. “I’m glad to be able to help a friend out.” Lila answered, hoping she didn’t cross a line by claiming Marcel to be her friend.

Judging by Marcel’s smile, she didn’t cross it, causing her heart to flutter.

“Thanks Lila, you’re truly a life saver! Now all that I need to do is-” Lila simply smiled and nodded, her breath hitching when Marcel’s fingers grazed her shoulder as he started to take her measurements.

Being so close to him, she could smell the sweet aroma of bread, a small hint of-

Oh no…

There was no hiding it anymore, no point in lying about it, because...they were right...Marcel wasn’t just a friend…

He definitely was a crush...and a huge one at that.

#maribat #maribat male!marinette #marcel dupain-cheng #anju writes

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Please Fix the Story! - pt 15 - Vampire Romance

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“Class we have two new transfers today” The teacher announced cheerfully, ignoring the excited murmurs around the class. “This is Belaire and Alexander, they are a brother and sister who have recently moved to the area, please make them feel welcome!”  She turned towards us. “Would you like to tell us a little about yourselves?”

I stood up at the front of the classroom, feeling tired.

I hate high school so much.

I glanced over at Alex, like me he had camouflaged his red eyes with illusion magic, looking like a fairly normal seventeen year old male.  He looked over the students, his gaze stopping at the front row near the window, breaking out into a wide smile.

“Hello! I’m Alexander. I’m seventeen years old, and I’m looking forward to getting to know you all much better.” His eyes never left the object of their focus while he spoke, the intensity uncomfortable. I followed the trajectory of his gaze, and let out a sigh.

I guess I underestimated the pull of the heroine. I thought uncomfortably to the scene in his bedroom yesterday. He had woken up this morning perfectly normal, but continued to insist that he would go undercover at the school as well. Any time I tried to object he had grown angry, finally snarling at me to mind my own business. Throwing my hands up in the air, I had given up temporarily.

It’s like the reasonable brother I’ve known these past few days was just an illusion.

Everyone had turned towards me, waiting for my introduction. I sighed loudly. “She told you my name already. I’m… eighteen… I guess? I’m here to focus on learning so please keep your distance.”

There were a few disgruntled murmurs at my impolite words, but I ignored them. I wasn’t here to make friends.

The teacher’s smile stiffened in place. “Very… interesting. As for where to sit…” She scanned the room. There appeared to be two open seats, one in the back near the door and the other…

“I guess we’ll be neighbors.” Alexander grinned at Chelsea and stepped towards the empty seat next to her.

Only to fall flat on his face as I tripped him.

“Sorry, brother dearest, I’m a bit short sighted and need to sit near the front.” I stepped on his back, ignoring his grunt of pain and lightly sat down at the desk next to Chelsea. I glanced back at him, noting his gloomy expression and waved cheerfully.

“You…” His voice was a growl, only audible with my better than human hearing, but I interrupted him loudly, giving him a thumbs up.

“Thanks for being so understanding.”

Alex glared at me, and I smiled brightly back. I might not have been able to stop him from following the plot so far, but I’m not about to let him flirt with a confused adolescent right in front of me.

After a long moment, he stood back to his feet and headed towards the empty seat in the back.

“Wasn’t that a little mean?” Chelsea whispered to me, her eyes following his back a strange light in them. Strangely enough, she wasn’t overly concerned about him. If anything she looked… embarrassed. Compared to her tears and tantrums the last time I saw her, she seemed much more reasonable today.

Maybe she’s just not a night person?

“It was very kind, actually, once you take a longer view.” After all, he had committed double suicide after an unhealthy relationship with her in the original.

She seemed unconvinced. “Then why do you seem so… happy... when you watched him fall on his face?”

Oops, my inner villainess must have been leaking out a bit at that time. It was pretty fun to watch the hero fall though.

“It’s a vampire thing.” I answered finally. “You wouldn’t understand.”

She nodded innocently, not questioning further. I watched as she turned her attention to the teacher, taking notes diligently in a bright pink notebook.

You know, she’s a bit of a brat, but she seems fairly normal today... there may be hope for her yet. With Alexander’s recent changes, I might have more luck approaching the problem from her side instead.

My mind made up, I then looked back at the blackboard, wincing at the calculations written there.

Calculus, my mortal enemy… we meet again.

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After class I grabbed Chelsea’s hand, pulling her into the hallway. I could feel Alex’s angry glare on my back, but didn’t turn back to give him attention. Before we could get too far however, we were stopped by two teenage boys.

“You’re the new girl, right?” The boy flipped his overly long blond curls out of his eyes, leaning on the wall to block our path.

I stopped with a sigh. “So they tell me.”

The other boy chuckled at my words, leaning closer. “You don’t look half bad. How about you skip the next period and come out and play with us?”

Chelsea, looking nervous, hid behind my back at their words. “These two are trouble.” She whispered in my ear. “Their fathers are on the school board, so the headmaster turns a blind eye when they bully others.”

“I see…”

She took a deep breath, tears in her eyes. “If you run away now, I’ll try to distract them.”

Did she forget I’m a centuries old vampire? I couldn’t help but grin. Although this habit of saving people is what keeps getting her in trouble, I can’t help but find it a bit cute. Definitely need to protect the young from my brother.

“Hey, we’re talking to you!” The blond one snapped, growing impatient. “Don’t pretend like you’re not interested.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “If you come with us, we’ll show you a great time.”

“Well although that sounds about as appealing as dousing myself in gasoline and running through a burning building, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to pass.”  I crossed my arms and grinned. “If you don’t like it, feel free to start a fight. It’s been a while since I got to beat up idiots, I’m starting to get a bit itchy.”

“…” Both of them stared in shocked silence for a few moments, until it was interrupted by Chelsea’s laughter. Turning red at the sound, the closest boy raised a fist, preparing to strike me.

“You…”

BAM!

He went flying backwards at a high speed, hitting the lockers behind him with a loud crash, denting the metal in. His buddy fell to the ground with a frightened squeal, staring up at the assailant with horror.

“Sorry.” Liam grinned, not looking very sorry. “Didn’t see you there.”

“W-who are you?” The terrified boy asked.

“I’m the new gym teacher.” Liam cracked his knuckles, staring down at him with a frightening smile. “Looks like you two boys have got some extra energy, trying to pick up my wife… I mean pick up this random high school student that I don’t know at all.”

“What?” The confused boy had no time to protest before he was lifted up by his collar. Liam dragged him behind him, picking up the other that had been thrown into the lockers as well. “Time for some special hell punishment… cough… I mean personalized training.”

“Do you know who my father is?!”

“I’m shaking with fear.” With a cheerful wave back towards me, Liam dragged the two boys away, leaving us to stare after him in silence.

“That’s… your husband?” She asked timidly.

“Yep.”

“He’s human, right?”

“Last time I checked.”

“Is he always so….”

“Yep.”

She grinned. “That’s so sweet. I want to have a romance like yours one day.”

Hmm. 

I pulled her into an empty classroom, staring at her for a few moments. After a short uncomfortable silence, she turned red.

“What is it?”

“Why are you so different today?” I asked quietly. “When you came by that night, you were a lot more… excitable.”

She winced at my words, shaking her head slowly. “I …” She trailed off, obviously unsure of what to say.

“You acted like I was your mortal enemy. Now you’re so friendly, and I’m not sure what to do with it.”

Chelsea stared at me for a few silent moments, and then rubbed her face with her hand. “I don’t know if I can explain this, it seems too strange.”

So says the heroine of a failed novel to a world traveling amnesiac.

I suppressed a smile. “Try me.”

“A few days ago, I woke up in the middle of the night, and something had… changed.” She sighed softly. “I felt panicked, lost. It was as if the world had shifted somehow, and left me without a place.”

“Shifted…” A few days ago… that would have been around the time I woke up in this world.

“I know this sounds crazy. I had already met Alex before this, and thought he was handsome and cool but that was it. He wasn’t that important to me right then.  But after that… shift… I started obsessing over him. Wondering where he was, worrying that he wasn’t thinking about me. I received that letter, and it seemed to confirm my worst fears.” She stood up, pacing around the room uncomfortably. “I was frantic by the time I showed up in front of you. I was convinced that you were trying to separate us, that you hated me because I was human… I wasn’t willing to listen.”

“That’s a pretty accurate description of how you were… so what changed?”

She looked embarrassed. “Last night, it shifted back. It didn’t make sense. I felt a sharp pain, so severe that I thought I was dying. But once it passed, I felt… relieved. The world was right, I was no longer lost. It was like my place in the world was secure once more. When I saw you and Alexander this morning, it was horrifying to think of how I had behaved.”

“…” I couldn’t help but think of Alexander’s episode yesterday, which seemed strangely similar. When he was being reasonable, she felt lost and hysterical. Now that he’s obsessed with her again, she’s back to normal?

Something is wrong with this world.

“I know this doesn’t excuse how poorly I’ve acted.” Chelsea sat back down next to me, her eyes slightly wet with tears. “But I am sorry. I am grateful that you’ve gone to all this trouble to protect me. “

I patted her head. “It’s fine. We’ll help you out.”

“Thanks!”

“I do stand by what I said last time though: you shouldn’t be in a romantic relationship with Alex right now. You are a teenager and he is a centuries old being. Allow yourself the space and time to grow up, to enjoy your life without being pressured into life-altering decisions by an adult who is almost fifteen times your age.”

Chelsea paused at that, and then nodded slowly. “It makes sense when you say it today.” Her voice lowered to a whisper. “I just don’t know if I’ll still be rational about it later.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you whether you are rational or not.”

“…” Her eyes reddened at my words, and she threw herself forward, hugging me tightly.

“Thank you!”

“It’s fine… could you stop choking me?”

“You’re like the sister I’ve always wanted!”

“Sounds good… please let go.” How many times would I have suffocated in this world if I wasn’t already undead?

She finally released me, sniffing loudly. “So can I consider you a friend?”

I held up a finger. “On one condition:”

She nodded.

“Try to restrain the crying at everything.” If I’m going to be spending my time with the heroine, I’ll need all the crying-free time I can get.

She blinked rapidly, stopping the tears in her eyes from overflowing. “Deal!”

I let out a sigh of relief, shaking her hand firmly. “See, this is nice. I don’t get many nice calm moments like this…”

CRASH!

Four men broke through the window wearing bronze masks and brandishing weapons. “Kill the vampire scum and her minion!”

“… Curse my unlucky mouth! I really need to stop making vague foreshadowing statements!”  I pushed Chelsea towards the door. “Go get Liam.”

She nodded, but then halted at the door. “What about you?”

“I’m a vampire queen.” I grinned, showing my fangs. “You should be worried about them.”

She ran out, and I blocked the men from following her.

“Don’t let her get away!”

“Fool! We need to kill this monstrous hag first, then we’ll go after the brat that serves her.”

I paused at their words. “Excuse me? Did you just call me a hag?”

The leader of the four snarled at me. “Silence, foul demon!”

I grabbed a desk chair, snapping off a leg. “No, no no, don’t go changing your insults now. I already heard it, and I must say that I’m very offended right now!”

I let go of my disguise completely, allowing my eyes and hair to become a bright red once more.

“Unfortunately for you, I think I’m going to take out my frustration at your poor choice of words by beating it out of you.” I brandished my makeshift club.  “Try not to die, okay? I need to get confessions out of you later.”

“Don’t listen to her lies! We outnumber her!”

I laughed out loud, going full on villainess laugh with glee. Snapping my fingers, I spread my dark magic towards the doors and windows, sealing the exits, blackening all the lights.

The room plunged into complete darkness.

“You should have brought more men.”

With that, I leapt forward, club raised.

It was a one sided battle. Unable to see in the darkness, the humans flailed around, trying to corner me by the sounds in the room. To me, who could see perfectly, this provided a  source of amusement, including leading them into swinging at each other and injuring themselves. Eventually I tired of playing with them, and with four hard taps, knocked the men unconscious.  I dissipated my dark magic, just in time for the door to burst open and for Alexander and Liam to rush into the room.

“WIFE!” Liam ran towards me, somehow managing to step on all four assailants before reaching my side. He picked me up, squeezing me tightly in his arms. “Are you okay?”

“… You realize she’s standing calmly in a room with four unconscious assassins.” Alexander knelt next to one of the men. “I’m pretty sure she’s fine.”

“’Pretty sure’ is not good enough!” Liam held me up in the air, turning me around, looking concerned.

“Liam, I’m fine, you can put me down.”

“… Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“I can hold you longer, there’s no need for you to be tired.”

“Remember what I said when I agreed to let you be a teacher in this school?”

“…” Liam set me down, hanging his head. “You said don’t be creepy.”

“That’s right, everyone thinks that I’m a teenager and you’re a student. You can’t act like you usually do.”

“But you’re older than me! And we’re newly married!” Liam scuffed his foot against the ground, managing to grind his shoe on the head of one of my attackers. “It’s not fair!”

“We’re in high school. What ever made you think that life here would be fair?”

Liam tilted his head, seeming confused. “Why do you hate high school so much? Did you even go to one? You were a teenager centuries ago.”

I’ve lived multiple lifetimes as the side character or villainess in the worst version of high school to ever exist: teen romance high schools. I shuddered at the memory, patting his shoulder. “Just trust me on this one.”

“Can we focus, please?” Alex interrupted our conversation with a rude tone. ���The important thing is that someone put Chelsea in danger.”

“Actually she was relatively very safe, she left the room before any fighting…”

“She’s such a special person, of course these groups covet her.” Alex looked down at the unconscious men with a sneer. “I have to protect her. I’ll pull her out of school, she can stay with me for now...”

PSST!

I pulled my brother behavior modification tool out of my bag and sprayed his face multiple times.

“BAD VAMPIRE! No stalking or kidnapping teenage girls!”

He wiped his face, his eyes changing back to a bright red in his anger. “Can you cut that out?!”

“I will when you stop being a creep.”

“You’re such a bit…”

PSST!

To my surprise, Liam took out a bottle and sprayed Alex before I could react. Seeing my look of confusion, he smiled. “Selina gave me an extra, said I would need it if you were going to be around so many hormonal teenagers.”

“That reminds me, what happened to those two boys from earlier?”

Liam let out an ominous laugh. “Nothing permanent.”

“Don’t ignore me!” Alex shouted. “This is about keeping Chelsea safe!”

“Exactly.” I waved the bottle of garlic water in the air. “Which is why she’s not staying with you. I’ll protect her.”

“Belaire are you okay?!!” Before Alex could respond, a tearful voice called out from the doorway. I turned, just in time to see Chelsea throw herself at me, crying.

“I was so worried about you!”

“I told you I’d be fine.”

“But you were outnumbered!”

“They could have brought an army, and I still would win.” I patted her head. “Trust in your friend.”

“…okay.”

“Now didn’t you just promise me that you wouldn’t cry so much?”

She laughed stepping away and wiping her tears. “Sorry.”

“…”

“…”

Liam and Alexander stared at us in shock.

Alex recovered first. “Since when are you two so close?”

Chelsea’s smile faded a little as she turned towards him. “We’re friends now.”

“But she’s standing in the way of our relationship!”

“We’re not in a relationship.”

“Don’t lie!”

PSST!

Liam stepped between them, spraying Alex again, looking confused. “Is it just me or did we just have this conversation, but with the roles reversed?”

“I’ll explain it later, dear.” I knelt down next to the unconscious men. “Now help me tie them up.”

As we restrained the men, ignoring Alex’s furious sputters. Eventually, the leader of the group woke up first, his initial confusion fading into horror as he stared up at us.

“Don’t be scared.” I smiled at him. “I’m just going to ask you a few questions.”

Liam cracked his knuckles. “Unless you plan on disrespecting my wife. Then you should be terrified.”

Chelsea also tried to crack her knuckles, looking much less terrifying. “Yeah, what he said.”

“…” Everyone, including the assassin, stopped and stared at her.

I patted her head. “I appreciate the thought, but stick to your strengths.” Turning back towards the captive man, I continued. “Now, who sent you?”

He glared at me. “Vampire scum, my brothers will hunt you down and send your soul back to Hell!”

Liam frowned. “Vampire hunter? I don’t recognize him.”

“Not everyone was willing to work under a traitor like you. His eyes were wide and fanatic as his speech became pressured. “A new world is coming, one which has no place for monsters and human traitors! We will cleanse this world of its filth! The flames of judgment will consume you, and we will watch with joy as you suffer!”

I rolled my eyes. “What a pleasant gentleman.”

“He’s certainly… passionate?” Chelsea shrugged.

The man looked up at her. “Foolish girl. You sided with these monsters. You betrayed your kind, and will be the first to fall!”

I saw something flash by me, and shouted “WE NEED HIM ALIVE…!”

SLASH

The man’s throat was cut, his blood soaking the front of his clothing as his wide shocked gaze met my own. His body slumped to the floor. Alex stepped back, wiping the blood from his hands, seeming calm.

“I won’t let anyone who threatens her to live.”

“Oh, isn’t that sweet.” I smiled, and then reared back and punched him.

As he hit the floor with a groan, I leaned over. “We needed him to talk, idiot. To protect Chelsea, I need to know who is behind these men. You are not this stupid, Alex. What’s wrong with you?”

“You don’t understand!”

I grabbed his collar, pulling his face close to my own. “You’re right, because I’m actually using my brain.”

“We have three other…” He paused looking over, as there were light groans from the other side of the room.

The three other men convulsed, white foam spilling from their lips.

“Poison.” I growled, dropping Alex and stepping away, frustrated. I searched the bodies. Beyond silver knives, there was nothing on their bodies. I turned the leaders head to the side, ignoring the large wound in his neck, and found a marking at the side.

A black rose.

A quick look confirmed that the other men had the same tattoo on their neck.

“Liam, do you recognize this?”

He shook his head, frustrated. “I don’t.”

Liam contacted his group, bringing in men to dispose of the bodies. As they cleaned up the room, he pulled me to the side, a sulking expression on his face.

“I need to return to the headquarters and look into this. I’m worried they might have ties to the hunters.”

I reached out and touched his cheek, smiling. “I understand.”

“It’s not fair! We’re finally married!” He frowned, picking me up and hugging me. “…But bringing a vampire into the hunters headquarters doesn’t seem like the best idea.”

“I’ll let Chelsea stay with me tonight and protect her. Don’t worry, and come home soon.”

He pulled me in, kissing me. “I’ll come back as fast as I can. Please be safe.”

“I will.” I squeezed his hand reassuringly. “I promise.”

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It took very little effort to convince Chelsea to come stay with me that night. I was mildly worried about how quickly she trusted me.

But I guess that’s her problem in the story, right? She kept saving people with ties to the supernatural world and trusting everything they say.

Alex on the other hand, argued heatedly all the way to the castle once he heard she was planning to stay in my suite. As we entered the front hall, he grabbed my arm, snarling.

“This is ridiculous! I should be taking care of her!”

PSST!

Feeling bored, I sprayed him. “Maybe I need to put a more effective fluid in here? Like adding silver powder?”

He shook his head, garlic water dripping from his hair. “I don’t trust you to keep her safe!”

PSST!

Chelsea sprayed him this time. She held up the bottle, grinning. “Your husband gave this to me, saying it was useful!”

“That was the right thing to do.” I smiled back. “You keep that with you.”

“Miss… is this… person… staying here.” Selina arrived silently, a look of disapproval on her face.

“She’s going to be in my suite, Selina, please prepare her room.”

Chelsea turned to her, reaching out a hand. “I’m sorry for my actions the other day, Selina. I hope you can forgive me.”

Selina stared at her silently for a few moments. “Try to keep your hormones contained, teenager.”

“Umm… Sure, I promise.”

“… I haven’t teenaged-proofed the rooms. ” She let out a long sigh. “I’ll go prepare the bed… and place protective coverings on the furniture and carpets.”

Chelsea turned towards me, confused by the obvious hostility of my butler. I patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry, Selina just doesn’t like teenagers.”

“That’s reasonable. I don’t like them either, and I am one.”

We laughed, heading up together.

“Are you sure it’s okay that I’m staying with you?” Chelsea seemed nervous. “I don’t want to cause you more trouble.” 

“It will be fine.” I grinned, “You’re in the center of my territory now. What could go wrong?”

“... Didn’t you say you were going to stop making vague foreshadowing statements?”

“...” I patted her head silently, having no words to reply. 

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I got her settled into a secure room in the suite after dinner. There were no windows, with only a single entryway through the door. Wishing her goodnight, I set up a chair in front of her doorway, ready to guard through the night.

Fortunately I’m a vampire and don’t really need to sleep.

After a few hours, just past midnight, I heard footsteps leading up the nearby stairs. I jumped to my feet, taking a defensive posture. “Who’s there?”

Alex stumbled up the stairs, his face pale, a pained expression on his face. “Bel?”

“Alex, what is going…”

He collapsed to the ground in front of me, grabbing his head, as I head him whisper.

“Help me.”

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