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meteor752 · 3 years

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Dsmp Hogwarts AU, except it’s all the characters and I go into why they are what they are, please reblog this took a long ass time

Man, what a title Huh? Anyways, this will obviously go over the characters and not the content creators, because in some cases those are vastly different

Also, before we start, I will go over an important thing that I will mention probably a few times, and that is the difference between Hufflepuff Loyalty and Slytherin Loyalty.

Both of these houses value loyalty, but in very different ways. Take for example that you’re a spy who has their best friend as their partner, and you’re out on some super important mission. Let’s also say that your partner got shot and is close to death, and the only way to save them would be to abandon the mission entirely.

A Hufflepuff would try to complete the mission because it would be the best for all, while the Slytherin would abandon the mission despite the fact that it could result in countless deaths, just to save their friend.

See it as Selfish Loyalty vs Selfless loyalty. Both are great things to have, but are still different.

Anyways, on with the show

Tomathy Danger Kraken Careful Innit

I have seen people try to argue that this boy is a Hufflepuff because of his loyalty and such, but gosh darnit everyone this child is a god damn Gryffindor. I mean, one of his main character traits is that he’s brash and too brave for his own good. The reason he got fucking exiled is because he burned down George’s house without thinking of the consequences, and then just screamed at Dream without thinking of the consequences. The same goes for Ghostbur’s “death”, it was because he had no real plan except Stab Dream with an axe. So yeah, Gryffindor

Wilbur Soot

Slytherin, 100%. This man has created one and a half nation, one entirely out of spite, he was both a general and a president, he’s a smart lil fella, and he managed to hold his own against the god of the server. I don’t even thing you guys wanna argue with me here

Tuberculosis Underscore

This one is tricky, because it’s really between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw for me. Like, he does possess the Hufflepuff loyalty™ plus he is very kind, but he’s also one of the more logical and observant characters we have in this server (The bar is very low let me tell ya). But I think I will have to go with Ravenclaw, just because like, the boy invented nukes. He built fucking nukes. So yeah, a very chaotic Ravenclaw that will spout bee facts at you, be prepared

Technoblade

My man is a Ravenclaw, no doubt about it. I mean, he started talking about an old greek myth in the middle of a war? Just Ravenclaw things amiright?

Philza Minecraft

I will have to go with Slytherin on this one, simply because of the large amount of Slytherin Loyalty, but also because of his cunningness and resourcefulness, but for real this was very tricky, simply because I don’t like to think about c!Phil too much because as some of you may know, I kinda hate him (Not the cc though, obvs, he’s awesome)

Ranboo My Beloved

Hufflepuff. This boy’s ideology is literally “Choose people, not sides”, he’s an honest and compassionate boy who works hard, and has a very open mind. He’s literally the by the book Hufflepuff

Eret

Honestly, Slytherin. I mean, they are ambitious as fuck, both shown by them betraying L’Manburg for the throne, but also by working hard towards their redemption arc. They are also a good leader of the smp, and in general a great role model to have

Nikki Nihachu

This one is actually difficult, simply because Nikki has gone through quite the character arc the past couple of months. She started out kind, sweet and loyal, a classic Hufflepuff. Then she joined the syndicate and straight up tried to kill a child, which is less Hufflepuff but who am I to judge. But in her core, as seen through her discussion with Jack about Tommy’s revival, she is still a good person that works hard for what she believes in, wants the best for everyone (Despite sometimes working in her best self interest) remains kind through it all. So yeah, Nikki is a Hufflepuff, just a bit of a sadistic one. But we can’t all be perfect ya know?

Fun Jonathan Michael Vincent Georgina James Sus Dy Soot

Ah, my favorite character, and also one of the best examples of a Ravenclaw. And I ain’t saying that just cuz I’m a Ravenclaw, Fundy is one of the most Ravenclaw characters out there. He’s creative, Clever, Spontaneous, Witty, Curious, Sharp, and a real trickster. The idea of Ravenclaws being the goody two shoes kids that always does their school work is just false, we never do our Homework and instead sit and read about things we find interesting, and Fundy is a good example of that. Also he was quite the eager learner during the Dreamon Hunters arc, which again is a good example of a Ravenclaw. So if Ranboo is the by the book Hufflepuff, then Fundy is the by the book Ravenclaw.

Dreamwastaken

I’m pretty sure it’s confirmed that Dream is actually a Slytherin, and I ain’t arguing with that. This boy is cunning, sly, a leader, traditional, Self-Preserving, and a master with words. There is not much more to say here, apart from the fact that Slytherins main colour is literally green, so it all checks out, this boy is a snake.

George Lore

Mr not found over here really is hard to pinpoint down, simply because his main character trait is his apathy, which isn’t really a trait for any of the houses. I was discussing this one with my girlfriend, and both of us were pretty clueless of what to do with him. I was thinking if Hufflepuff since they take the ones that don’t fit anywhere else, but then I was reminded of the most recent Dream XD stream, which showed us one thing, and that is that George is clever, observant, and Sharp Minded, all the traits of a Ravenclaw. Sure, he could also be Slytherin as he was both cunning and sly as well, but I think Ravenclaw fits him more personally.

Sappitus Nappitus Boyhalo

Finally we have another Gryffindor, there’s been a serious lack of them on the list. My man is a fighter, he’s bold, he’s brave, he’s passionate, he’s confident, and he doesn’t really think that much of the consequences of his actions (Cough the pet war cough), so yeah this boy a lion.

Punz

Ah, Punzie, the mercenary themself. Tbh, I know very little about them because Punz don’t get involved that much in lore unless they are hired for something. I mean, they were in the eggpire, but even then they were barely involved, which is sad cuz I like Punz. But what we have seen of Punz is that they are someone who does not care about you or what you want, as long as you pay them. They are power hungry and self preserving, which means that I have to put them in Slytherin.

Jack Thunder1408 TV Manifold

The boy who I can’t help but be sympathetic towards. Jack is also a hard character to pin point because of the reason that he’s gone through quite the development. Jackie boy is a very broken character that has literally been through hell, so it’s hard to properly sort him. He’s quite confident and clever, yet cunning and resourceful, so for me it’s either Slytherin or Gryffindor. But I do lean towards Gryffindor more, partly because of his stubbornness and gullibility, and part because of all the fire imagery that’s associated with him. I mean, the cc described him as burning inside, he’s been through the scape of fire and death, and he burnt his nation to the ground. In case you didn’t know, Fire is the element of Gryffindor, so yeah, another red and gold boy.

JSchlatt

Schlatt is as both charming, charismatic and calm in the early days, using subtle manipulation tactics to get his way and achieve ultimate power. He’s ambitious, narcissistic, cunning, and tyrannical, while still hiding it all behind a facade of smiles and waves. He could also be both cruel and irresponsible at times, aka the time he had an underage child drink during an event, but ya know, mistakes. So all in all, I think it’s pretty clear that he’s a Snakey boy.

QuackityHQ

As much as I love CC!Quackity, I also fucking hate him because of the many, many different directions he’s taken this character which makes it possible for him to fit in literally any of the houses. The duckie is both Chaotic and lawful, he’s both friendly and hostile, he’s a smart cookie and a fucking dumbass, so like bruh. But, I’m gonna have to go with how he is now, which is manipulative, power hungry, cruel, and strong willed. Aka, another Slytherin.

Karl Jacobs

Finally, a character that is not broken down to the point of barely making out a readable personality. Karl is a kind and funny person, who is very open to new people considering how often he gives tours to visitors and new people, and he is quite literally loosing himself traveling through time in an attempt to help people. Hufflepuff

Awesamdude

This one I know will be controversial, but I’m saying Hufflepuff on him. Sam is one of the best cases of the Hufflepuff loyalty, literally letting both Tommy and Ghostbur be stuck and ultimately die in the prison just so he wouldn’t risk Dream breaking out. Before that point he was very kind and gentle towards Tommy, literally building a robot to keep him safe and take care of him. Sam nook is a reflection of Sam’s feelings towards Tommy, and they are kind and gentle.

Dropsbyponk

Ughhhh, another tough one. Ponk is a chaotic being who is mostly neutral in conflicts, but is shown to be very open about their feelings towards those they care about, like Sam or Foolish. They seem to be have strong feelings in what they believe in, and can be a bit brash sometimes, not really caring about the consequences of their actions, which is what makes me say Gryffindor for them.

Badboyhalo

Our favorite muffin demon. I assume, I don’t know what life you live. Anyways, Bad is like the stereotypical Hufflepuff. The kindhearted, well meaning, sweet, responsible Hufflepuff. The Hufflepuff that’s like in all of those incorrect quotes blogs and “Slytherin and Hufflepuff friendships uwu” posts. But for real, Bad is very Hufflepuff. He does however have Slytherin Loyalty, considering he pretty much sacrificed the entire server for Skeppy, but if you would try to convince me that Bad is a Slytherin I will just laugh at you

Skeppy

It was at this point I realized what I’ve gotten myself into with this post, which you know, not fun. Skeppy is both cocky and filled with energy, with a real ambition to cause chaos. He’s also shown to be willing to sacrifice himself for the person he loves, Bad, when he gave himself up to the egg. I’ve seen some people say Slytherin, but I’m kinda getting Gryffindor from the lad, so yeah, another lion.

Antfrost

Frosty here is a kind hearted person that for the most part seem to be along for the ride. He reminds me a bit of a parent of toddlers, with his patience and serenity towards the more chaotic people on the server, so of course my natural instinct is Hufflepuff. Buuuuut, then there’s again the issue with the egg and the Slytherin loyalty, this time towards his boyfriend Velvet who he was willing to join a cult for (relationship goals) but again, you can’t really say Ant is a Slytherin considering how wrecked he was about what he did while in the eggpire when he was released from it’s grasp. So yeah, Puffle boy

Captain Puffy

Oh captain my captain, you are such a Gryffindor. And some of you may disagree on that, stating that she’s a Hufflepuff or something (I did research before this to check what other people think, I know) but naaah, she a lion. Puffy is very motherly and protective towards other people on the server, especially the minors, but in the way that a Bear is protective towards its cub, which is gentle towards them but fierce towards others. Puffy also falls natural in the role of a leader as seen with Pro-Omelette, but that is kinda expected since she’s a past Pirate Captain. But she wasn’t the leader she was supposed to be, as she waited quite a while to act against the eggpire out of fear of hurting her friends, which lead to quite the damage towards the rest of the server. She’s also been shown to act on impulse, killing Antfrost and taking one of his lives after he killed her son. Idk if this is a good explanation of why I believe Puffy to be a Gryffindor, it sounds more like I’m claiming her to be a Slytherin or Hufflepuff, but she is a Gryffindor I promise!

Foolish Gamers

Foolish is a kind and friendly being, if not a bit naive and easily distracted. He’s also not the brightest person, in fact I’d go as far as to call the guy a Himbo, and he can be a bit skittish sometimes if he’s stressed or haven’t taken a break in a while. But despite it all, the guy is someone who’s creative and hard working, with a brilliant mind for his building. The man is an artist who can get grumpy if you suppress his creative aura, and put his heart and soul into his works. He also has a habit of getting wrapped up in big projects, and ignoring sleep or personal care until he’s finished them. This all leads me to say that Mr Gamers is a Ravenclaw, just not the smartest one. But hey, we can’t all be geniuses, can we.

Slimecicle

Slime is very naive and very trusting towards people around him, taking every word they say as a fact. He can also be a bit dark and ominous at times, but quickly shakes it off as nothing important. This all makes him quite childish, which is very hard to sort, so I’m gonna say Hufflepuff for his friendliness and move on.

Purpled Bedwars

I actually started loving this guy the minute I saw him, purely because Purple is my favorite colour, like my man has taste. Purpled, like Punz, is a guy who helps whoever pays him the most. He’s not interested in most things on the server, too busy looking out for number one (And Dogchamp of course). He’s very self reliant and resourceful, but still quite passive. He may not be the most ambitious guy, but Purpled is definitely a Slytherin (It also brings me and my girlfriend Serotonin knowing that the mercenary siblings are both in the same house, we love those two)

Hannahxxrose

I don’t watch Hannah that much, but god I love her voice, it makes my lesbian little heart happy. Hannah is a friendly person who is very naive about the conflicts on the server, thinking it all can can be solved by placing a rose (God I wish). She’s a good decorator and a good hearted person, who unfortunately fell victim to the egg’s influence. I’m going with Hufflepuff on her, but I’m honestly not entirely sure as I don’t know that much about her.

HBomb94

H is a very well meaning person that only really wants people to be friendly towards each other. He had a strict moral code and he keeps to it, as shown where Fundy tried to get his help with blowing shit up. He’s very helpful to those who ask and is willing to back up his friends when it’s needed, which makes me say that the friendly totally not dirty cat maid is a Hufflepuff.

Connoreatspants

I just want you all to know that I’m writing this before Connor’s lore stream that surely will just go against everything I say because fate hates me, just so ya know. Connor is not a person that does stuff on the server with lore and he for the most part keeps to himself, so this is a bit hard. Connor also has this thing where he likes to say things just to confuse him, and also making a bit of cursed lore, but he’s still a fairly humble person. He does lie and steal a bit, and has this habit of moving into other people’s houses, but I digress. I’m actually leaning towards Ravenclaw on him, for some reason, so that’s what I’m going with until I have more of an established character.

ItsAlyssa

I know she has left the server and stuff, but she was one of the original members so it would be a crime not to include her. Alyssa is a bit chaotic, often going on killing sprees, or burning down the trees outside of L’Manburg. So I’m placing Alyssa in Gryffindor, but to be honest I don’t really know at this point.

Callahan

How do you sort a person who does not speak, stream, or show like anything of his personality? The answer is, you don’t. Hufflepuff is the house of those who don’t fit in anywhere else, and that’s where I’m placing him.

Vikkstar123

Please log onto the server I’m begging you, I didn’t watch you as a kid and honestly know nothing about you. From what I’ve seen of Vik he’s a very humble person that tries to stay out of it all, instead forming a land together with his bro Lazar. Honestly my instincts say Ravenclaw and I trust my instincts, so I’m putting him in Ravenclaw

Lazarbeam

Lazar was actually a big part of the exile arc which I realized after already have written his, so now I gotta rewrite it. Lazar is fairly ambitious on the server, and has the goal to obtain the most powerful objects on the server just to rival the other strong members of the smp. He’s especially against Tommy, and aims to do a lot to be the opposite of him, aka well respected and not a war criminal that got exiled (Totally fair goal). Despite that, he was able to show some empathy to the British child, even going as far as to give him a disk during his exile. This all makes me say Slytherin on him.

Michaelmcchill

Newest boy. Michael is a very apathetic person, showing little to no empathy towards most people’s trauma on the server. The person he does feel empathy for however is Dream, who of course did nothing wrong and is locked up in the prison which is just horrible oh no. Michael just truly does not care about what you’ve been through (as of now) which is why I’m gonna say Slytherin, because he does have Slytherin loyalty towards Mr Was Taken.

TL;DR

Tommy-Lion

Wilbur-Snake

Tubbo-Eagle

Techno-Eagle

Philza-Snake

Ranboo-Badger

Eret-Snake

Nikki-Badger

Fundy-Eagle

Dream-Snake

George-Eagle

Sapnap-Lion

Punz-Snake

Jack-Lion

Schlatt-Snake

Quackity-Snake

Karl-Badger

Sam-Badger

Ponk-Lion

Bad-Badger

Skeppy-Lion

Antfrost-Badger

Puffy-Lion

Foolish-Eagle

Slime-Badger

Purpled-Snake

Hannah-Badger

HBomb-Badger

Connor-Eagle

Alyssa-Lion

Callahan-Badger

Vik-Eagle

Lazar-Snake

Michael-Snake

So all together we have Seven lions, Ten Snakes, Seven Eagles and Ten Badgers. I think that’s fair tbh

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pftones3482 · 3 years

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Spotted

Commission for @crazyfanatic97, who asked for a reveal situation. Find it here on my AO3.

As always, under a cut for length! Some minor Season 4 spoilers, and TW for vomiting.

For once in her life, Marinette was early to class.

She’d been up at the crack of dawn with her parents, helping them with the pastry prep for a huge event they were catering that day, and so had gotten in an actual stroll with Tikki instead of her usual dead sprint to the classroom she usually did.

It was eerily silent when she got there, only Mlle. Bustier in the room setting up her lessons for the day. She smiled brightly when she saw her student.

“Good morning, Marinette. You’re certainly here early.”

Marinette chuckled and set her bag down on her desk. “My parents needed help preparing some things for an event today. Otherwise, I’m sure I’d still be dreaming away.”

Mlle. Bustier smiled and went back to unpacking her bag and checking her phone, leaving Marinette to dig out her homework from the night prior, a comfortable silence falling in the room.

That was until, of course, Alya burst into the room, eyes wide and breathing rushed, phone pressed to her ear. “-here, Mrs. Dupain Cheng.”

Marinette looked up at the sound of her mother’s name, heart starting to thump rapidly as every terrible thing in the book that could have happened to them ran through her head. “Als?”

Alya hung up her phone and looked at Mlle. Bustier. “You haven’t checked your phone this morning, have you?”

Marinette shook her head slowly. “I forgot to plug it in last night, it’s dead. Are Mom and Dad okay? Do I need to go home? Is-”

Alya grabbed her by the shoulders. “Marinette, someone…” she looked back at Mlle. Bustier and sighed. “Your parents are fine. Someone leaked footage of you transforming.”

Marinette’s brain flickered to a halt. Screeched, was the more appropriate word. She could feel Alya’s hands on her shoulders, comforting, heavy, feel Mlle. Bustier’s wide eyed gaze on her face. Her fingers felt numb.

And then the door banged open again and what felt like the entire class walked in, dead silent, eyes fixated on her.

Marinette’s stomach hit the floor and she swallowed, hard, backing up and tripping on her own chair. Alya’s hand gripped her, hard, keeping her from actually hitting the floor, but she couldn’t even muster the courage to thank her.

“Sit down.”

Marinette blinked once, twice, three times, sinking back to reality.

“SIT. DOWN.”

That was Mlle. Bustier’s voice, and Marinette had never heard her sound so sharp. Neither had the rest of class, apparently, because suddenly everyone was scrambling to their seats, metal screeching on tile and bags hitting floors faster than they ever had before. Alya’s hands guided her into her seat and Marinette sat, numb, as Mlle. Bustier crossed to stand in front of her desk and stare at the students.

“I’m sure you’ve all seen the news,” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “Which means that-”

Without warning, the screen they usually used for presentations flickered to life behind her. The students gasped, and Marinette watched in silent rage as Lila Rossi (of course, of course it was her) appeared on the set of Nadja’s talk show, a very damning clip of Marinette transforming into Ladybug presented behind them on screen.

Nadja, to her credit, couldn’t hide how stunned she looked, that her daughter’s babysitter was also the city’s resident superhero. Lila just looked smug.

“As you can see from this footage I’ve gained, Nadja, we can clearly see that Ladybug is nothing more than a schoolgirl. And how can we let such an uncapable person be responsible for taking down an actual supervillain? As a city, I propose we-”

Something slapped loudly in the room, and Marinette flinched, peeking back to see Alix with her palms flat on the table and standing. Her features were twisted with anger. “An actual supervillain that now knows exactly who he needs to capture, you moron!” she shrieked.

Oh god.

Marinette’s stomach rolled and she pressed a hand to her mouth, standing from her seat and bolting without even bothering to grab her purse.

She barely made it to the bathroom stall before she was puking. Hot tears spilled from her eyes and intermingled down her face, dripping into the toilet even as she emptied the contents of her stomach into the bowl.

Her parents.

Her friends.

Her family.

Shadowmoth knew who she was. The facts were laid out in front of him, there was nothing she could do. Lila had, in the worst way she possibly could have thought to, taken her out of the equation. She’d come for her in the deepest, most painful way she could have.

She was the guardian. Shadowmoth knew that, even if none of the civilians did. He’d stop at nothing to-

Her stomach rolled again and Marinette choked into the toilet, sobbing and clinging to the porcelain for all she was worth.

A soft hand settled on her back, another pulling her pigtails out of the projectile range, and she eased into the touch, shuddering and pressing her forehead to the seat. She didn’t care how gross it was. “What am I supposed to do, Alya?” she croaked.

The chuckle was soft, and sad, and certainly not Alya’s. “We’ll figure it out, m’lady.”

She turned slowly to find Adrien kneeling there, his eyes hardened with anger but his smile soft and warm. “What?” she breathed.

He let her pigtails fall and pulled his shirt open. A red blur shot out and Marinette was smacked in the face with a palmful of Tikki, who hugged her like her life depended on it. Very dimly, she was aware of Plagg hovering inside of Adrien’s shirt, looking at her sadly.

Marinette lifted her hand to cup Tikki slowly, finally looking behind Adrien to find literally the entire rest of her class behind them. She looked back to Adrien, to Plagg, to Tikki, then once more to the class. “You-?”

Max rolled his eyes. “Come on, Marinette, once we all realized you were Ladybug, it wasn’t hard to figure out that almost every other superhero was someone from our class.”

Rose clasped her hands in front of her. “We’re here to help. Just tell us what you need.”

Tears welled again in her eyes and Adrien cupped her cheek. She looked at him, chest aching. “But you didn’t have to…Master Fu chose you, not-”

“I wasn’t about to sit this one out and not tell you after that,” he chuckled, swiping a tear from her skin. “You didn’t deserve that. I knew Lila was trouble, but I never…”

His lips settled into a scowl and Adrien shook his head. He took Marinette by the hand, easing her off the floor and back into the main bathroom. As they approached their classmates, his grip tightened on her hand almost imperceptibly. “There’s a couple of you who don’t have Miraculous. Yet. I’m sure if you wanted, that could be arranged,” he said, with a sly toss of a smile to Marinette.

Despite the panic in her chest, the urge to sprint home and tell her parents to get out, get out right now, she managed a relieved breath of laughter and dragged a hand across the tears on her face. “Yeah. Yeah, that can be arranged.”

Alya’s smile hardened and she crossed her arms over her chest. “Then let’s get out there, grab your parents, and kick a certain moth’s ass once and for all.”

Adrien’s arm slung easily over her shoulder. “And I think we have a couple of our other friends to pick up on the way.”

A throat cleared, and everyone turned to find Mlle. Bustier and M. Damocles in the doorway, watching the group with raised eyebrows. Marinette almost panicked again, until a smile slid over Mlle. Bustier’s face.

“Class dismissed,” she said, her voice cheeky. “Marinette, your parents are welcome to hide out in the school until this is sorted.”

“I’ve got a bunker in the basement!” M. Damocles said, just a little too cheerily for the topic. “They’ll be safe there.”

Everyone looked to her, and Marinette found herself easing even further and looking sideways at Tikki, who had been patiently hovering next to her the whole time. No point hiding now, what with her entire class being superheroes anyway.

“Okay. Okay, let’s do this. Tikki? Spots on.”

#miraculous ladybug fanfiction #miraculous ladybug #my writing #my commissions #marinette dupen chang #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #caline bustier #identity reveal #miraculous ladybug season 4 #was lila an obvious villain? yes but it works #she can always play it off to anyone outside the class as a concerned citizen #but everyone in the class knows how dangerous what she did was

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karlajoyner · 3 years

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Stressed Out (Sunset Curve x Reader)

A/n: So starting off I've made a master list that I'm posting real soon for you all to access my stories without the scrolling. In order to post it I have to update my post about my requests/taglist and soon because I do get a lot on that comments that ask for more Charlie or more Owen and I wanna give you guys that but I also wanna make sure that I get through the requests that you guys send me with plots and storylines. It just makes it like a thousand times easier to have something to work off of. Opposed to me coming up with my own storylines that I have to do a lot of reading on my own to get my gears working! But again thank you guys for the comments! And finally I wanna say thank you for sending in your requests and your feed back. It is much appreciated!

Disclaimer: Alex is bi in this one not taking away from the fact that he's gay in the show it just runs best for this storyline! There is no Bobby btw! Haven’t written a foursome with 3 guys before so it might suck ass. And it’s not much but it’s something so enjoy my fellow fantoms!

Warnings: Smut (18+)

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I internally groaned walking into school. I wasn't the worst student. But by far I certainly was not the best. Which is why I had a reputation since I first arrived to high school.

That and I was in a band with 3 of my best friends. Who all happened to be guys. Hot guys at that.

Which automatically made me the schools slut. It was fine with me but the boys didn't like the label.

No matter how true it was.

"Hey y/n heard you gave Mike Dawson a blowjob this weekend. Just when I thought you couldn't be anymore of a slut"

"Mind your fucking business Hayley" I heard a familiar voice speak up for me. A smirk spreading on my face as I felt an arm wrap around my shoulder.

"Did she come to you right after Patterson? What's it like to be her sloppy seconds?" Hayley Becker spoke with a wicked evil smirk plastered on her face.

"Fucking amazing actually. God the long nights we have. It's so great" I heard another familiar voice from my left. A large hand intertwining my fingers with theirs. She rolled her eyes clearly not expecting my boys to speak up for me. But then again neither was I.

"Slut"

"Skank"

"Whore"

"Bitch" I spoke as the bell rang.

"Just watch your back y/l/n" She said before turning around and walking away.

"She will!" Reggie shouted after the dark haired girl. The three of us expectantly looking at our bandmate.

"What? I didn't even get to tell her we would too" I sighed shaking my head at the boy.

"Thanks for sticking up for me guys but I can do that myself"

"We know. But your our girl. And apart of this band so we're kinda obligated" Alex spoke as the four of us walked to first period.

"Your really not"

"Come on y/n you know we're still gonna do it"

"I know and I only let you today cause I can't deal with that bitch at this time of day. I mean seriously it's 8:00 o'clock in the morning. Does she not have anything better to do than spread rumors about me?"

"Apparently not. So you and Jake Mills behind the church?" Reggie asked.

"Didn't happen considering I was with you idiots all weekend. You know your the only guys I touch" I bit my lip hearing the three of them chuckle.

"Yeah well it better stay that way. I don't wanna hear Trevor O'Connor bragging about banging you in the boys locker room again"

"Schools golden boy?" I questioned.

"He tried starting the rumor yesterday during p.e but we quickly shut it down" Reggie explained as I stopped a few feet away from the science room to continue talking.

"So Hayleys boyfriend wants to bang me? Wow"

"Yeah but don't even fucking thing about" Luke said pushing me up against the lockers beside us.

"I wasn't. Unless you guys piss me off" I grinned pushing him off of me. Opening the door a few feet away and walking in.

"Gentlemen. And Ms. y/l/n. Your late"

"Sorry Mrs. Daniels we had to deal with something"

"And did this something give you tardy passes"

"It did not"

"Detention. All of you"

"That's nothing new to them Mrs. Daniels"

"Shut the fuck up Hayley" I scoffed taking my seat beside Alex.

"Ladies stop it before I send you to the principal"

"Yes Mrs. Daniels" Hayley and I spoke in sync.

"I can't believe Luke dated her" I whispered towards Alex glaring at the blonde bimbo.

"Jealous?"

"Why would I be? I already have him. And I could have her boyfriend too if I wanted him" I said taking down the notes on the board.

"Mrs. Daniels I can't focus on the lesson because they're distracting me with their talking" Hayley spoke pointing an accusing finger at us.

"We are not!" I shouted sitting up.

"Yes you are probably talking about who your gonna whore around with next"

"Yeah it's your boyfriend if you don't check yourself Hayley"

"Trevor would never do that!"

"I'm pretty sure he would"

"Ladies principal office right now" I scoffed standing up.

"Wait!" Luke shouted standing up. Everyone's heads whipping toward him. He made his way over to me groping my left boob.

I scowled at how hard he squeezed glaring at him.

"Dickhead" I muttered.

"Mr. Patterson! You too principals office" We looked at the other two boys expectantly. Alex immediately rolling his eyes before standing up.

"We could do this the easy way or the hard way Mrs. Daniels"

"If she goes we go"

"I cannot send you two away for absolutely no reason Reginald" Mrs. Daniels spoke challenging the boys.

I close my eyes preparing myself for what came next. Alex was quick to slap my ass while Reggie pulled me in for a sweet kiss. Immediately earning gasps from my classmates.

"Now I can do it. Office all of you! And detention today after school!"

I groaned walking out of the principals office with my bandmates.

"Detention for 3 weeks. Seriously?"

"To make it worse we have to spend 2 of those with Hayley" I spoke seeing the blonde talking with Trevor just a few feet away. Being sure to send them a harsh glare, I finally turned back to the boys.

"Hey you'll be with us everything's gonna be fine" Reggie said throwing an arm around my shoulder leading me away to our next period. That we conveniently had together.

"No it won't. I also have to chaperone the stupid homecoming with Hayley" I cried wanting nothing more than for the day to be done for.

That afternoon we spent in detention not leaving until late afternoon. Due to the fact that my detention went on longer than the boys.

I walked into the studio behind Luke not really in the mood to practice.

"What's wrong y/n/n? You seem down" Reggie asked as I plopped back onto the couch.

"I'm just tired is all. And a little stressed out"

"But we've gotta practice baby, for our next gig. Sunset Curves so gonna rock that book club" Luke said picking up his six string. I watched as Alex and Reggie sent him a glare, the boy immediately putting it back down.

"Or we could take a day off" He spoke coming to sit to my left while Reggie was on my right.

"That sounds amazing" I mumbled feeling Alex begin to massage my shoulders from behind. I craned my neck allowing him more access. Now feeling a little more relaxed than before.

"So tell us y/n/n why are you stressed out?" Luke asked as I shut my eyes.

"Well for starters I'm so gonna get my ass beat when I get home" I sighed feeling Reggie begin to rub my arm to comfort me. Something he did often with how anxious I got.

"And there's just nothing I want to do more than run your ex girlfriend over with a bulldozer" I mumbled hearing a chuckle escape their lips.

"Sounds like a plan" Alex said as Luke intertwined our fingers.

"We'll make a day out of it. Just us four and a bulldozer" He joked making me giggle. The laugh got caught in my throat as I felt a soft kiss on the side of my neck.

"Seriously guys? Not today. No way" I spoke opening my eyes.

"We just wanna help you relax"

"That's what you said last time. I couldn't walk right for 2 days" I mumbled the last part.

"We'll be gentle" Reggie spoke.

"I know you will Reg. It's them I'm worried about" I spoke earning a pointed look from Alex.

"Okay Luke"

"Am I that rough?" He asked a frown forming on his face.

"Sometimes" I admitted feeling a little bad.

"Gee I'm sorry baby" Luke spoke kissing the back of my hand.

"It's okay. I like it when I'm in the mood" I said watching as Alex walked around the couch.

"Well then boys why don't we help our girl relax for today" Alex said bending down in front of me. I bit my lip as he spread my legs open feeling a slight breeze hit my covered core.

"Well there's no need for your skirt or these" Alex spoke toying with the waistbands of both my skirt and panties.

I shimmied out of them with ease leaving me exposed to my best friends like I'd been many times before.

"She just gets prettier every time"

"And wetter"

"Mind if I taste baby?" Luke asked. I nodded my head, watching as he dipped his long fingers in between my folds. Moaning as he pulled them back up to see them glistening with my cum.

"So good" He whispered putting them in his mouth.

"Okay I want a taste now" Alex said opening my legs a little wider.

"Guys. A little help" I huffed as Luke and Reggie hooked themselves on each of my thighs to keep me still.

"Please" I begged getting more turned on by the second. The blonde didn't hesitate to latch onto my core. A loud moan escaping my lips.

"Oh fuck" I struggled to keep still as he moved his tongue skillfully through my folds. Lapping it inside and out as moans fell from my lips.

I whimpered as Reggie slowly began to rub my clit making the pleasure intensify.

"Use y-you're f-fingers" I mustered out Alex obeying my request sticking two fingers in my wet pussy. Picking up the pace. My eyes screwed shut as a familiar feeling of bliss coursed through me.

"Look at me baby" Luke muttered turning my head to look at him with his free hand. I opened my eyes looking into his blue ones covered with complete lust.

He was quick to smash his lips onto mine as the other two worked on building up my orgasm. Which wasn't far at the pace Alex was working on me.

"Holy shit!" I panted pulling away and throwing my head back at the amazing sensation of my orgasm hitting.

"You squirted princess" Alex grinned wiping away the liquids dribbling down his chin. I giggled at his swollen pink lips placing a quick peck to them.

"What now baby?" Luke asked rubbing his hand on my thigh.

I looked at the three boys before discarding any remaining clothes I had left. Watching as their eyes raked me up and down like many times before.

"Reg can you just fuck me today. I really need gentle" I begged as his cheeks turned bright red whenever I asked him to do something. Whether it was sexual or not.

"Sure beautiful" He smiled lopsidedly pushing his lips onto mine.

I sighed in content as he pushed me down on the couch. My head landing on Luke's lap giving me a little leverage.

"She's something else" Alex spoke to no one in particular.

"Your telling me" Reggie panted pulling away to undo his belt and jeans. I bit my lip looking up at the boy with the blue eyes. Who no surprise had a smirk plastered on his face.

"Condom" I heard Alex say presumably to Reggie. But I was too entrance in Luke's gaze wanting to include him. Upon hearing a ripping of a package I glance back at the boy who was hovering above me.

"I can do something for you after if you want" I bit my lip speaking towards Luke.

"It's okay baby. It's about you today" He said moving his hand down from my collarbone to my boob.

Reggie and I moaned simultaneously as he slowly entered me. Immediately stretching me out.

"So tight" He muttered beginning to move at a steady pace.

A squeal escaping my lips as Luke pinched my nipples paying close attention to each of them. He'd always been a boob guy.

I pulled Reggie down towards me our lips meeting in the middle as his speed began to increase.

Then there they were again. Fingers were now rubbing circles on my clit presumably Alex's sending my body into pure ecstasy.

I moaned loudly into Reggies mouth as I felt myself my inner walls clench around him. Earning a groan from the bassist. His thrust becoming more sloppy.

"Shit. Shit. Oh fuck" He cursed as his orgasm hit. Mine coming seconds after.

"Holy fuck Reg" I panted coming down from my high.

"That was pretty fucking hot princess" Alex spoke as Reggie got off of me to go throw away the condom.

"I try" I joked sitting up. Luke immediately removing his muscle tee and handing it to me.

"You do know this isn't gonna cover much up right?" I questioned him putting it on anyway.

"Who said we wanted you to cover up baby" He said pulling me under his arm. I sighed contently placing my hands on his bare torso.

"Anyways Reg why don't you go run her a bath inside the house" Alex suggested throwing me my panties that had been thrown onto the lazy boy.

"Got it!" Reggie said coming over and placing a chaste kiss to my lips before running out of the garage.

"I get to clean her up in the shower. Called it" Luke said as Alex wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Just as long as I get to put her to bed"

"Guys I've orgasmed twice today give me a break"

"Are you feeling more relaxed princess?"

Alex asked grinning at me.

"Much. Now if we could do that consistently for the next 2 weeks then I might be able to get through detention with Hayley without ripping her head off" I spoke earning a laugh from the two boys. Both of them knowing well that I wasn't joking.

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Up Next: Carrie Wilson x Reader

Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Alex x Male Reader

Luke Patterson x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

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honey boy. jaemin (m)

popular kid! jaemin x popular kid! reader (fwb to lovers! au)

GENRE: angst, fluff, smut

WARNINGS: explicit content, oral (m&f receiving), overstimulation, fingering

WORDS: 15.3k

Jaemin thinks you’re cute and gets the worst idea possible to get close to you, thanks to Lee Donghyuck.

Na Jaemin swiftly made his way through the crowd in the halls to check out his poster which was designed by his friend who’s an ‘aspiring artist’ according to him, Huang Renjun. “Why did you write ‘Everyone vote for me!’ that sounds so selfish.” Jaemin groaned and jokingly hit Renjun’s shoulder. “Because, my friend, you need the clout. You’re never winning against her.” Renjun glared at the girl at the end of the hallway, Jaemin followed his eyes and saw you standing with your friends, surrounding your poster on the notice board.

Y/N, the girl who has been the class president since the start of high school. Perfect grades, looks to die for, the cheerleader and a heartbreaker. Jaemin looked away, “Oh.” He rested his forehead against the locker and mumbled, “I’ll manage somehow, you just wait and watch.”

“Dude, I have no idea what the fuck you’re gonna do but just don’t embarrass yourself.”

“I’m not a dumb fuck, just see. I have my ways to win.”

“Hotpot for you if you win.”

“Bet!”

The month of October, the perfect weather, the time when nominees are announced. October is one of everyone’s favourite months. Nomination announcements with an aftermath of cat fight in the hallways along with messed up halloween party in their wooden floored auditorium with stereotypical decorations done by the sophomores.

The trees outside were not entirely hues of red and orange yet. The newly softened mud were the acorns - from green to pale brown, none yet the rich hue of children’s story books. The air was cooler with a tincture of earthiness - just a hint that brought to mind the cozy evenings and warm soups to come. Jaemin enters the school premises with obvious eye bags and dark circles, his backpack almost hanging off of his left shoulder. He slowers his pace and Jeno looks back at him, confused. “What happened?” Jaemin takes a 180° turn before even explaining to Jeno, attempting to leave him confused. He heard the footsteps coming closer and closer and eventually halting infront of him. “Good mornin— are you okay?” You ask, the smile fading into a look of concern. “I played games with Renjun till 4am, maybe that’s why? I don’t know.” He reasoned, his voice stuttering.

“Damn. Anyways I actually came to say good luck, you know the class president thingy.” Jaemin cracked a tired smile, “Yeah that, I’m gonna try my best! Really excited about it to be honest.” You show bright smile yet again and show him a thumbs up before disappearing into the crowded classroom. “Man I don’t think you’ll win if she’s nominated, I’ve heard so much shit about her.” Jeno looks at jaemin while he shoves his thick chemistry books inside the locker. “I mean I know she’s all that and shit but I’m not that bad you know.” Jaemin teases.

Later that day, Jeno sat on the edge of Jaemin’s bed, his eyes not moving from the plasma screen infront. Jaemin’s whines were a like an annoying and obnoxious background music to him and Donghyuck. “I swear, she manipulates the votes, it’s not possible that she has 112 and i have 89 only! Y/N literally does nothing!” Jaemin runs his finger through his brown locks. “Shut the fuck up, if i lose against Jeno one more time I’ll literally eat your food for the entire year.” Donghyuck spats, his eyes fixed on the plasma screen. “She’s a teacher’s pet, hosts good parties, is nice, gets good grades, heard she’s a really good kisser. What else do you need?” Jeno snorted. “Did I mention hot?” He adds.

Jaemin sits with his legs crossed on the floor, bundles of messy gaming consoles, wires scattered on the floor in front of him, “Dude did you kiss her or something?” Jaemin laughs.

“Are you dumb? I said I heard, maybe this is why you have zero votes. Renjun should’ve been nominated if he actually studied properly unlike you.” Jeno scoffs.

“Wait a damn minute, what does being a good kisser have to do with getting votes?” Donghyuck finally replies and looks away from the screen for the first time ever since he came into Jaemin’s room. “She’s getting free votes from the dudes.” Jaemin sighed. “Maybe you should stop playing with my FIFA.” he adds. Jeno and Donghyuck’s banters along with Jaemin having a mental breakdown while sitting on the floor was interrupted by Donghyuck’s phone.

“Mom i am so sorry! This is the last time i swear, it’s never happening again! I promise!” Donghyuck said on the phone.

“Oh shit it’s 11pm, I didn’t even realise, his mom is gonna beat him up today! Atleast I can sneak in through the window, as long as my sister doesn’t sell me out.” Jeno whispers and starts packing his bag. “Yeah you guys should leave, my mom is probably mad.” Jaemin said slowly. “Don’t stress yourself, this isn’t gonna do anything except giving you extra points for college.” Jeno said and pats Jaemin on the shoulder.

“Yeah now leave, before my mom is going to beat your ass!” Jaemin’s mom may or may not have scolded him or having friends over since 4pm. He left his mom’s room with an half assed apology. Sighing he picked up all the glasses and plates with half eaten pizza on them which Donghyuck left behind. He made sure to clean them up, so that his mom doesn’t throw tantrum early in the morning right after he wakes up. He finally sits on his bed, wearing his Ryan pajamas which he’s too shy to wear infront of other people and too shy to admit that he’s 19 and still wears it. he scrolled down his Instagram, just updates on the votings, halloween preparations and graduation preparations which he wasn’t sure why. Graduation is still months away.

He suddenly thinks about you after seeing a selfie of you with a classmate he recalls to be, hyunjin. You have good sense of humour and he gets why boys and girls are crazy over you. Jaemin had once considered asking you out back in the last yes of middle school when he was only 15. Till this day he still thinks you’re of the most interesting person he have come across in this school. You texted him that night to tell him good luck yet again, your conversation varied from complaining about Mrs.Kwon to finally coming clean and telling Jaemin how stressful it is to be the class president and that you don’t wanna continue doing this anymore. You were glad that Jaemin had promised to not tell anyone.

The next morning you regret wearing your school’s summer uniform, a white shirt along with a navy blue tie and a black skirt. You clutched the straps of your bag tightly as you felt goosebumps forming on her exposed legs. You turned your head to the gaze of Heejin, “Good morning! I’m not really sure why you’re wearing this—” the dark haired girl scans you from head to toe. “My mom forgot to put the blazer in laundry, and my pants are too tight. I need an appointment with the school tailor soon.” You say.

With more than 45 minutes left for assembly and 50 minutes for class, Heejin, you and Yoorim, who was forced to come to school today, decided to seat on the bleachers “Guys I’m so fucking stressed, I don’t know what to do for halloween and literally no one has asked me out for prom!” Yoorim complained. “There’s still like 5 months left for prom— and maybe i’m stressed about halloween too.” You said with a shaky voice. “Y/N are you okay? you’re like not even shivering anymore, you’re literally shaking.” You replied with a weak smile plastered on your face, “I’m gonna be okay! It’s just the fucked up early morning weather. I’ll be fine. Let’s talk about halloween or maybe votings.”

“Yeah speaking of votings, Aren’t you excited about being the president again? Maybe minus the fact that Mr.Jang literally makes you stay in this shithole till 5pm.” Heejin joked. “Yeah you’re right, that shits painful as fuck.” You said and quickly turned your head to see the new group of people walking towards the bleachers on the other side. It was Jaemin and his group of friends, clad in the school’s infamous black blazers. They sat on the other side of bleachers and you were pretty sure he hadn’t noticed you. You were lost in your own thoughts, in your own world, you couldn’t bother listening to your friends blabbering about prom which was a months away and halloween which was weeks away. Jaemin gives you a small wave across the field, immediately making you look away. Biology class, aka your biggest fear and your 5th period of the day. You tried your best paying attention to Ms.Son explaining the structure of oesophagus but the leaves falling and blowing in the winds outside kept distracting you anyways. Not to mention, Na Jaemin sitting a few seats away from you, rushing to copy whatever Ms.Son is saying. You realized that day Jaemin was ethereal. You would be ashamed to admit it or maybe you won’t even admit it even if you were held at gunpoint. Jaemin felt the strong gaze on him and looked back at you, making you quickly look away and pretended to hear Ms.Son’s oesophageal lecture. “Pssst Jeno! Fucking Lee Jeno!” Jaemin whispered. “Y/N keeps looking at me!” “Isn’t that what you wanted?” Jeno whispered back and went to copy down his notes again.

Few days later you found yourself cleaning the classroom after school that day. You weren’t bothered enough to have a proper conversation with a few other people from your year doing the same thing, you just wanted to go home, have left over kimchi fried rice and take a big fat nap.

You quickly mopped the floors, cleaned the windows and not to mention cleaning the extra unhygienic nasty bathrooms. You even had to clean for someone else she didn’t even know, because they called in sick the last moment. You clutched your bag strap’s tightly around your shoulder and walked out of the school gates. the glowing sun, a crisp circle in the bloody sky, illuminated a quivering path across the huge buildings. It was almost dark. You quickly grabbed your phone and took a quick picture, you loved sunsets. “Hey.” You were startled and quickly looked behind to meet the eye’s of the honey boy standing right behind you, still wearing his school uniform. his faded blonde - almost brown hair, his glowing skin, his cheeks a faded shade of pink, almost like the sakura blossoms of spring. And the same old big smile. You almost felt like you were in love. A feeling you felt for the first time in years. “You didn’t leave yet?” You asked quickly, concerned about the boy who had left school almost 3 hours ago. Jaemin awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, “I figured we can get some ice cream or something like that? But it completely slipped out of my mind that it’s Thursday and you were assigned to clean!” You couldn’t help but smile. You felt July’s summer heat forming on your cheeks. You had never met a boy this nice in your entire life. None of your ex-flings or even ex-boyfriends waited for you on your assigned cleaning days. “But—”

“I know it’s weird to get ice cream in the middle of October, but the new shop around the corner has really good raspberry and green tea ice cream! I actually tried the green tea one last week.” Jaemin cut you off and quickly defended himself.

“Yeah i get it! But why were you waiting for me?” You made sure to emphasise the “you”

“Oh—um—to talk about the votings maybe? And why not? It’s not a crime to catch up with a classmate!” He said sounding pretty.. embarrassed. You smiled weakly at him, “Well I am sorry but,” you checked your wrist watch, “It’s almost 6 and I have to do tomorrow’s History assignment, the one Mrs.Lee gave on the Korean War? It’s due tomorrow.” you replied. “Ice cream plans cancelled then.” He said frowning. “Um do you perhaps want me to walk you home?” Jaemin said breaking the 5 second long awkward silence.

You’re glad he initiated the conversation about walking you home. You felt unsafe, since it was cold and already dark outside. “Sure! I was kinda feeling unsafe, it’s almost dark. I have never really stayed at school for so long actually.” You said and started walking down the road. You felt at ease to know that there was someone right beside you, walking. You kept giving Jaemin side glares. This boy was too pretty, almost like an Angel. “My house is here! I can go on my own. Thanks for waking me home.” You looked at him in the eye.

“Ye—yeah. My house is around the corner too! Good night? Good evening? I don’t know what to say damn!” Jaemin made a quick joke which made you both giggle. “Alright see you tomorrow then!” You said and ran down the road. Jaemin watched your petite figure running and eventually not in sight anymore. He sighed and took the road towards the opposite direction. You wanted to thank Jaemin again. You felt the butterflies in her stomach right after looking at Jaemin’s table, filled with trays of the nasty bibimbap trays the school serves, notebooks, piles of devices; it was just a mess. You walked to your table with the bibimbap tray, the sad looking sunny side egg on top. “Bruh why do you keep looking back there?” Yoorim said and followed your eyes, “Oh- oh— is it Jeno?” She asked with a smirk on her face. “Do you like him?”

“What the fuck? No why would I like” you sighed looking around you to make sure no one’s hearing you and then whispered, “Jeno out of everyone?” “So who is it?” Heejin asked, her mouth stuffed with food. “Ugh it’s Jaemin—he uh walked me home yesterday and I couldn’t really say a thanks properly.” You explained. You looked behind again and saw the boy walking to the library with his Physics books and 2 other notebooks. You walked behind him, leaving your friends confused at your sudden departure and Jaemin was quick enough to notice you, making him stophis fast pace. You felt the heat on your cheeks again when you saw the boy infront of you showing the brightest smile you had ever seen. “Hey?” Jaemin walked towards you. “Are you going to the library?” “Oh—oh-me? I was going to study physics..yeah.” That’s when you realised your anxiety kicked in and had fucked up and a boy has never made you nervous ever in your life.

“Me too actually! I was going to study the Astrophysics chapter. I am done making the notes, do you wanna check mine out?” Jaemin said while going through his huge pile of notes.

You nodded and walked to the Physics aisle with Jaemin. You looked at him from the side, long lashes, a sharp nose, pink lips — you soon realised you weren’t being yourself when you are near him. You would lose your confident, independent self when you would be near him. Na Jaemin made you feel the butterflies in your stomach.

“Found it!” Jaemin looked at her, smiling with the huge book of astrophysics in his hand. “What’s your next class?” He asked you while going through the huge book.

“It’s PE, but I can stay behind and do these, if you’re okay with it.” You said. After hours of studying, and you getting lost in Jaemin’s ethereal beauty, he breaks the silence. “Do you wanna to go to this party? Donghyuck’s house? He said his parents are going to Busan tonight and returning on Monday.” “Sure!”

Donghyuck’s house was packed with all kinds of people going crazy, drinking, some even seen smoking in the corner. When you had entered the house, the smell of alcohol was quick enough to reach your nostrils and make you gag slightly; you were never a heavy drinker like your friends. You put your right hand reflexively on your throat and closed your eyes as you took in the scent that would surround you for the rest of the night. When you opened them again, your friends were already chattering over the loud music.

You and Yoorim were greeted by a slightly drunk, rosy cheeked Donghyuck “Good evening girls! If you wanna drink go to the kitchen, everything’s in there! and do anything you want as long you don’t throw up on this carpet.” He pointed at the black faux fur carpet on the floor.

Everyone were going crazy. The music was so loud that it made your skin tingle and your lungs felt like mush. The bass thumped in time with your heart beat as though they were one, filling me from head to toe with music. Atleast you liked the song.

Over the roar of music, a distant, hazy chatter could be heard. You couldn’t make out any words, but a familiar laughter rang in your ears and wouldn’t seem to stop. You looked around and your eyes met with Jaemin’s. “Hey we’re gonna go get something to drink!” Heejin chimed and dragged Yoorim along with her leaving you behind alone.

You suddenly felt someone’s presence behind you, not daring to looking behind, you waited for the person to make a move. “Y/N!” You felt a hand on your shoulder. You looked behind and saw Jaemin, clad in a grey shirt and skinny jeans. His hair in looked better than it did in school, you thought. “Hey— how are you?” You simply asked with a smile on your face. “I’m great actually, you look hot by the way.” His remarks made your cheeks burn, you knew your cheeks were probably the colour of a tomato by now. “Thanks, I guess”

“Do you wanna have some drinks?” He asked while walking with her to the crowded kitchen. Geez, Donghyuck invited the entire school, you thought after seeing all the familiar faces you had walked pass by.

“Do you want beer?” Jaemin pointed at the stack of beer cans and different bottles on the kitchen counter. “Yeah beer is fine. I don’t really drink much.” You said whilst Jaemin poured the the beer on the red plastic cup for you. “Damn really?! I heard you got fucking wasted in Hyewon’s party this summer.” Jaemin exclaimed and handed you the red cup.

“That’s so embarrassing, people still remember it. That was the day I tried vodka for the first time and then I couldn’t stop drinking! I had the worst fucking headache the next morning.” You recalled the memories and took a sip of your beer.

You can’t remember when you had lost your friends, when you had finished an entire bottle of whiskey and how you ended up dancing with none other than Jaemin. You felt his hands on your waist and your bodies moving in the same pace, you didn’t even realise when you had placed your head on the crook of Jaemin’s neck. This is the closest you have ever been. You were too drunk to even process what was going on at that point. You move your head closer to Jaemin. He stands frozen, from both fear and excitement. You leans in, your forehead rests against his, both your breaths are shaking. “You’re a really good dancer,” you say over the loud music.

The thing you knew, he had slammed his lips to yours and nearly knocked all wind from your lungs. You hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of your lips and, at her grant of access, delved inside her mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of whiskey being exchanged in the intermingling of their billowing breaths. In an instant you had pulled away and arched up into his broad chest, moaning in the contact of body heat against your own, before you drew back into his lips. You could nearly feel the slight burn of the whiskey as it rolled off your tongue and seeped down your throat with every push of his tongue against yours.

You quickly pulled away, breathing heavily. You looked back at Jaemin, his lips almost bruised and a smirk plastered on his face. “Let’s continue upstairs ? Donghyuck’s room is fre—he was interrupted with another kiss on his lips. A drunk you replied, “As much as I would love to, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Atleast you were in your right state of mind, while being drunk. “Oh cool, let’s dance then. And you shouldn’t drink anymore by the way.” Jaemin said while you went to grab another bottle of vodka. “Last one! Please!” You made puppy eyes and kissed Jaemin on the cheeks. “No last one, you’re gonna rest in Donghyuck’s room.” Jaemin said and put one of your messy hair strand behind your ear.

Na Jaemin to you was like the golden champagne bubbles fizzing and crackling in the mouth like fireworks. He’s like the feeling of driving on a hot summer night with the windows down. The fuzzy blankets on the chilliest of nights. You didn’t realise when you started thinking about him 24/7.

And it wasn’t helping when he was a few metres away from you. You couldn’t stop staring at Jaemin. You noticed how he tried his best to keep up with the teacher, moving his hands quickly and copying down the notes. Occasionally looking behind and whispering something to Renjun, how he owns a Ryan pencil case. It had been 3 days since the incident in Donghyuck’s living room. The incident which made you feel rather…weird.

You still couldn’t be as enthusiastic as your friends merrily talking about halloween which is surprisingly only 15 days away. You stared at the cold fruit salad on your bowl, you can’t eat when your mind is pilled with thousands of different kinds of thoughts. “It’s decided I’m gonna be Sailor Moon!” Yoorim exclaimed and put a mouthful of cabbage salad inside her mouth. “Cool l’m probably gonna show up as a vampire..” Heejin sighed. “What about you?” She added and looked at you. “Me? I don’t know yet to be honest..” you said awkwardly and looked down at the school’s burgundy skirt. “Hey you’re so uninterested, is everything oka—

You immediately got up from your chair and slammed your hands on the table, “my head fucking hurts, please.” The entire cafeteria became silent, everyone’s eyes on you, wondering what had happened.

“Y/N, look i’m sorr—

“No I’m sorry.” You said in a small voice and quickly walked away from the cafeteria. You felt tears brimming down your cheeks as you walked past Jaemin and everyone in that cafeteria.

“Woah. Was she crying?” Renjun took a sip of cola from the can.

“I’ll see you guys in History.” Jaemin got up and briskly walked towards the exit of the cafeteria. He saw you in the crowded hallway entering the girls washroom. Jaemin sighed and took a sit on the cold surface of the stairs, waiting for you to come out. His mind was clouded with thoughts too, yeah he did like you, but the fear of getting his heart broken was taking over him. Maybe you thought of him as just one of your flings.

Jaemin soon saw you walking out, your eyes red and puffy, “Y/N! Are you okay?” He asks as he runs to catch up with your pace. You felt the butterflies in your stomach again and started walking in a faster, clutching the straps of your bag tighter, praying that the bell for the History rings at the moment. Jaemin was quick enough to run along beside you, “Stop ignoring me!” he huffed, catching his breath.

“What do you want?” You asked in a monotoned voice. “Let’s go somewhere quiet first, I’m scared you’re gonna scream at me.” Jaemin joked pulling you by your hands and walking towards the empty staircases. You felt that same way over again when his hands had touched yours, you felt like the feeling of euphoric laughter at 3am.

“Now tell me what happened.” Jaemin takes a sit beside you on the stairs. “N-nothing serious, it’s time for History anyways, let’s go.” You tried to change the topic. He took a glance of the wrist watch on his wrist, “We still have twenty minutes left for History, stop trying to change the topic and just tell me what happened.”

A muscle twitched involuntarily at the corner of your right eye, your mouth formed a rigid grimace. With arms folded tightly across your chest you tapped your feet on the stairs. There’s no way you’re telling him you’re stressed about a fucking kiss like a thirteen year old.

“Is it— is it about Donghyuck’s party?” Jaemin slowly asked, his voice suddenly deeper than it was like a few seconds ago. “W-What?” You almost choked on air.

“Look, we both were intoxicated, I’m sorry if i made you feel uncomfort— You don’t know what happened, you felt like your brain had a short circuit. Jaemin felt your soft lips on his. You kissed him and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below your ear, his thumb caressing your cheek as your breaths mingled.

Jaemin planned out a small tour to Daegu, a gesture to maybe earn some votes from his fellow classmates. You were not surprised to see how everyone were sneaking bottles of vodkas in. Mr.Kim too busy screaming at Jaemin for being late to notice.

"Damn it’s dark in here.” Heejin moved the thick velvet curtains out of the way and revealed a scenario of shy woods and hills. “Fuck, I’m so tired I woke up at 5am then ran to the station. and here’s the catch, I slept at 1 because my dumbass decided to pack her shit last minute.” You grumbled against the white pillow.

“I you to pack on Thursday.” Heejin said, a smirk on her face. “Shut up. I’m gonna sleep you can go and have lunch, and if anyone asks about me, just say I died.” You say and wrap the blanket around yourself comfortably. “Sure ma'am.”

You felt like you were in heaven. The comfortable fuzzy blanket, a soft bouncy spring bed and a soft pillow was everything you needed that moment. But your dreamland was interrupted when you woke up to the obnoxious bell continuously ringing. You felt like stabbing whoever it was, groaning and dragged yourself out of the bed.

“Who is it i’m sleepi—

"Hey.” Jaemin shoves a box of sushi towards her, “I couldn’t bring food from the buffet so I ran to convenience store for the sushi!”

“Thank yo—

"Don’t skip meals!” He ran away inside the elevator even before you could thank him.

Later that evening, you the hills, lost in the rhythmic percussion of hues of green and orange. Your eyes are steady to the horizon, face aglow with the last orange rays before twilight beckons the stars, lips bear the semblance of a smile, just enough to show that you’re enjoying your thoughts, whatever they may be.

Jaemin notices you standing alone, away from everyone screaming and taking photographs for their Instagram feed and Facebook profile pictures. He moves closer so that you feel his presence, yet stays quiet, allowing you to stay lost in the moment a while longer. You pull out your phone from the back of the pocket and start taking pictures of the sunset. You suddenly noticed the reflection of the boy wearing a black hoodie on the phone screen.

“Did you eat?” Jaemin leans down towards the railings of the cliff.

“Yeah. Thanks for it, I’ll pay you back soon.” You say and looks up at the boy standing beside you, observing the sun getting lost into the horizon. You think Jaemin looks the best during sunsets, it’s rays kissing his glowy skin, he looks at peace. Your heart swells looking at him, so you turn your head to face the hues of green and orange instead.

“Did you take any pictures?” He asks and looks at the you who’s too busy observing the view ahead of them. the sound of other noisy students in the background echoing through the hills.

“No, I don’t have any makeup on..” You said in a small voice and started walking towards the crowd of other students a few yards away.

“Y/N you look good! I’ll take some with my phone omg.”

“Did you really just say omg out loud?” You burst into a fit of laughter and walk back again to join the boy who just embarrassed himself. You lean down on the railings and looks back at the boy, “take a picture, but from the back.”

And Jaemin does the most, he squats down on the ground and positions his phone to get a good snap of you standing against the railings with a background of the sun almost setting, the sky almost dark.

“Yeah I’m done!” Jaemin smiles happily like a child after getting sweets and stands up to proudly show you the pictures he took. “You’re a good photographer!” You giggled and noticed his smile growing even bigger. “Can we take a selfie? We don’t have any pictures together.” Jaemin suggests and looks over at you for approval. “Sure.” You smiled. He stands beside you. You smell like peaches, he thought. Your hair showing hints of brown as it reflects with the sun which is almost on the verge of getting lost into the horizon. Jaemin positions the camera and throws up a peace sign following by you doing the same too.

That evening you found yourself out of the room in the resort garden. Your friend, Heejin, kicked you out of the room to fuck that guy you’ve only seen in the hallways. You walked through the gates, clutching your phone tight. There was a circular lawn with a path around it, central bed of shrubs. Outside of the lawn area were four rose bush beds to fill up the square area. she quietly sits on one of the benches in the dark, away from all the lamp posts surrounding the lawn.

“Why are you here?” Jaemin suddenly plopped down on the bench beside her. “It’s almost 11:30?” he added.

“Why are you even here?” You replied with yet another question.

“Just wanted to walk around a bit.” He runs his hands through his brown dyed hair. “It’s boring because Jeno and everyone else bailed on me to go play monopoly and I can’t play that shit.”

“You really can’t play?” You snorted.

“Don’t laugh. I’ve been trying since I was 12.” Jaemin facepalmed. “You still didn’t say why you’re here.”

“Heejin has a dick appointment and she kicked me out.”

“Do you wanna hang out in my room? It’s really cold out here.” Jaemin offered, standing up and stretching his arms out.

You regret saying yes, you never knew Jaemin could be that talkative. He asked you to join him to go volunteering at a local nursery the next week. From all places in the town, it was the last place you will thought for to meet him. But you didn’t ask for more.

“Can I ask you something?” Jaemin said, his eyes fixed on you now. “About Donghyuck’s party and lunch.” His smile fading away now.

Your cheeks turned red. “O-Oh.” Yes, you would 100% kiss him again but you never thought he’ll bring it up seriously ever again. “I’m sorry about that.” Jaemin turned to look at you with an amused smile. “I’m just gonna be honest and say that I really liked it. Also…” He stood infront of you and took a deep breath. “Can I kiss you again?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly before he could even speak. Making your tongues dance together, Jaemin ran his hands on your back to your hips, unbuttoning your pants. As small moan came from you as you felt his skin against your exposed skin. You kissed him with more passion as he was about to break the kiss to remove your shirt. You did the same, to be sure, nothing will stop you from tasting his lips. “Where first?” He asked catching his breath.

You didn’t reply right away, instead you dragged him close to the bed, hoping that it’s his bed and not Jeno’s. You take off your shorts before kneeling on the ground. At first, Jaemin didn’t get your intentions, but he understood and was about to remove his own trousers. But you stopped him and did the work. It was more sensual this way. You could already see his half erect cock through his underwear. “Come on Y/N, stop teasing me like this.” He groaned as space started to lack down there. You slowly take off what was left and took his cock in your hand. A moan of relief escaped his lips. You started to pump your hand front and back, till it was hard enough to take it in your mouth. Giving a lustful look at Jaemin, you kissed the tip of his cock, giving small lick on it. His cock twitched at the contact of your warm tongue and lips. His groans and whimpers make you craving for more.

But not yet. After teasing him, you opened your mouth and took him. Relaxing yourself, after a minute you were able to take him all inside. Jaemin tried to stay steady on his legs, till you made your move and he had to stop you to sit on the edge of the bed. “Y/N, you’re amazing!” He panted, his eyes shut. If the 4th floor in the resort was silent at first, it was now filled with Jaemin’s moans. Your body was demanding for more. As you felt him getting close, you ignored the sudden urge to touch yourself. He’ll have this honor. You kept working on sucking him more. Jaemin gently grabbed your head as he came in your mouth. “You’re really something else. What can I do for you?” He said trying to catch his breath. “Fuck me.”

“For sure I can, because my lovely lady, it’s your turn to get some fun.” He smirked. You sat on the bed (still unsure if it’s his or Jeno’s) waiting for him to make his move. He proceed to take off your underwears and play with your nipples first. You bite your lips. Pinching, sucking and biting them. “Jaemin… Please.” You begged him. Always sucking your breast, he ran one of his hand on your body to your wet core.

A gasp of pleasure escaped your mouth as he rubbed your clit, finally giving what you wanted. A part of you felt relief, put the other was demanding for more and more. Jaemin seemed to understand your craving as he pushed one finger inside. You rested your forehead on his shoulder while he was thrusting and rubbing your wet walls. Heavily breathing, you focused on each of his movements, when he pushed the second fingers. He went back to your mouth for a kiss.

“Does it feel okay?” Jaemin asked softly as he let his finger move in and out of you in a nice pace. A pace that wasn’t too slow or too fast.

You gave him a smirk as you let your hips start to move with his finger’s pace, “It feels great my little rebel,” you muttered out before letting out a moan when one of his fingers that wasn’t inside of her slowly moved up to your clit. Moving around it slowly and making you even more turned on than what you were. “Maybe you’re not as bad as I thought you were,” You added on after your moan died down and locked eyes with him. Seeing the hint of mischief disappearing in his eyes. “What do you mean?”

You smirked at that before leaning down to kiss him on the lips. His finger that was inside of you slowing down as you let out a tiny whine into the kiss, “Asshole, stop slowing down.” Jaemin stayed silent and he let his other finger move around your clit again,

your eyes falling shut when that happened because fuck did it feel good. Feeling him slip his fingers out of you completely though you whined again, looking up at Jaemin as he pulled away.

“Don’t call me an asshole yet,” He stated before moving his hand out of your panties. “Want to try something with you right now. Only if you’re okay with it though.” You raised an eyebrow, “Something?” You asked feeling a bit nervous for whatever he had in mind. “When is Jeno coming back?” You suddenly remembered about his roommate again.

“They’re playing monopoly, he isn’t coming back anytime soon.” Jaemin stated “Wanna eat you out now.” Listening to Jaemin, you felt your cheeks, your pussy maybe even getting a bit wetter too as you did your best to keep composed. Not wanting to show just how much you wanted Jaemin to do that. Not wanting to seem so needy over letting Jaemin do whatever he wanted to you. “Do it.” You said, your voice sounding shaky as your body decided to betray you. “For real?” “For real,” You muttered out before leaning up to kiss Jaemin briefly. “Sure?” Jaemin questioned and you hated to admit it sounded hot hearing him ask you that. Mainly because maybe you thought you heard a whine in his voice now. Jaemin grinned at your words, his fingers soon hooking in the waistband of the panties which he pushed down in hurry. Not wasting anytime as he moved himself between your legs once the panties were gone and you chewed on your lip hard. A tiny laugh coming out when Jaemin left a light kiss on your thigh because it tickled, especially when his breath hit that part of the skin.

“You’re ticklish right there?” Jaemin asked as he looked up at you and you blushed even more than what you probably already were. “Didn’t think you were ticklish anywhere.”

“Yeah well I guess I am,” You smiled softly as you looked down at Jaemin. “Now if you don’t shut the fuck up and do whatever you were doing—” His grin came back at that, “Never thought you’d ever give me permission to do what I want to do to you like that,” he muttered softly but before you could respond Jaemin’s mouth had made contact with your pussy, leaving a few light kisses. An action that had rendered you speechless. Leaving you only able to moan out as your eyes fell shut.

The feeling of being kissed down there was new but it wasn’t one you were opposed too and now you wanted more. More than just the light kisses that Jaemin had left.

Your wish soon comes true when you felt Jaemin slowly spread you open, his tongue sliding inside of you and as he began to move his tongue against it. You closed your eyes tighter. Letting yourself feel the new sensations that were happening.

“Fuck,” You muttered out as you felt his tongue on your clit, circling it like he had with his fingers. Though this time it felt ten times better than when he had used his fingers. “Feels so good Jae,” you moaned out as his tongue moved back down.

Opening your eyes, you looked down seeing Jaemin looking up at you through his eyelashes. Like he was watching you intently and maybe he was. Maybe that was his way of figuring out what you liked and what you didn’t but right now there was nothing about this that you disliked. You were liking everything that he was doing with that tongue of his.

“You’re really good at this,” You told him before moving your hand down towards his hair and letting it tangle in his brown locks.

Your words seemed to gave some sort of ego boast to Jaemin because not long after you uttered them, he began to use his tongue more. Soon letting one of his fingers slip inside and you once again shut your eyes, your hand pulling on his hair hard as you felt yourself getting close to an orgasm.

Your body wanting and needing that release. A release that Jaemin was all too eager to give you, obviously reading the signs that you were close because he let his finger move hard and fast inside of you. His tongue moving back to your clit where it mostly stayed.

“Oh god Jae yes,” You groaned out as your body shuddered slightly, toes curling a bit as your orgasm hit. After the orgasm had ended Jaemin slowly slipped his finger out of you, moving up until he was laying beside you. You turning your head to look at him.

“So I take it you liked that?” Jaemin asked though his words came out more like a statement and you were half sure his ego had probably gotten a bit bigger from already knowing just how much you liked it. Rolling your eyes, you only sighed, “I think it was very apparent I did Na Jaemin,” you spoke trying to sound sarcastic.

“I liked it too,” Jaemin told you as he leaned a bit closer. “Liked the taste of you and the faces you made,” he said his voice getting a bit lower before he leaned in even closer, kissing you on the lips again and of course you kissed him back. Not caring that his mouth had just been on you or that you could taste yourself on him. “So are you gonna fuck me or n—

The obnoxious bell ringing continuously, Jeno and a few other people’s chattering behind the door, it was obvious— you can’t fuck, atleast not now.

You quickly got up, trying to pick up your discarded clothes in different places on the floor and Jeno still ringing the bell.

"Jaemin, did you die?”

“No! I’m in the washroom!”

“What the fu—

You opened the door, giving Jeno a small smile and hurriedly ran towards the stairs ignoring the elevator.

"Why was she here?”

“We were just talking.”

“Is that dried cum on my bed?”

“No?”

“Jaemin I’m gonna fucking kill you.”

Jaemin got to learn more about you over the days. He learned about your love for puppies and kittens, how much you hate the ’battery acid’ Jaemin drinks, your love for garland of the most vibrant blooms. He noticed how much you love tea over coffees. He still can’t believe a person could name so many different types of flowers, he has learned a few, chrysanthemum, frangipani and many more he couldn’t even pronounce.

It was one of those nights again; hours and hours long conversations starting from puppies to school to their futures. “I wanna meet you, the last time I saw you was 3 days ago.” Jaemin pouted through your laptop screen.

“Let’s plan something for tomorrow? I’m free so it’s gonna work out.” You leaned back, sitting comfortably against the bed post.

“But I wanna see you right now.” Jaemin whined, resting his hands on his palms.

You stare at the bottom of the screen, “it’s 3:37, impossible.” You chuckled. Immediately decoding the meaning behind Jaemin’s sheepish smile. “You are kidding.”

“Nope. I’ll be there in 15 minutes, wear warm clothes!” Jaemin quickly waves you good bye before you could even open your mouth to complain. There’s no way you’re sneaking out at almost 4am on a Saturday night. You pace back and forth in your room and stare at the blank screen displaying the FaceTime logo. You hear a faint knock on the balcony door. Immediately knowing who it is you quickly open the door, letting Jaemin in. You felt the adrenaline rush in your blood stream. This isn’t happening.

Jaemin finally catches his breath and sits on the edge of her bed, “Can I have some water? Your balcony’s so high damn. I feel like I climbed up a fucking mountain.” You laugh, walking over to bedside table, grabbing the half empty bottle and handing it to him. “I drank alot of it and I’m too scared to go downstairs so stick to it.”

“Wear a jacket, we are going to the beach. Don’t worry I’ll drop you off before the sun rises.” Jaemin says while fixing his hair infront of the huge mirror. “If I get caught, I’ll make sure you’re grounded along with me too.”

“The way I’m about to risk it all for you” Jaemin snickered. “The fuck?” You hit him on the shoulder. “I’m just kidding!”

You let Jaemin exit first, you still could not believe you were doing something you thought you would never do. A shiver rushed down your spine, thinking about what you were going to do and there is no turning back.

“Be careful!” Jaemin looked up while you tried your best not to fall into the bushes. You felt goosebumps forming on the skin when a light breeze whooshed past you both. The streets empty, a few street dogs here and there, the old lamp posts flickering down the street. You felt at bliss. A feeling you never knew you could feel.

A faint breeze brushed against your sleepy face. All that was warming you up was the blue jacket and Jaemin’s hands around your shoulder. The beach was dimly lit, from the moon which reflected on the waves, creating a beautiful scenary. Jaemin was equally as quiet as you, observing the scenario. He felt your head rest on his shoulder, “Feeling sleepy?” he giggled finally breaking the silence. “No, maybe yes—but its so peaceful in here, so different from how it is during the day.” You spoke.

The sound of waves flowing closer and seeing them crash against the shore made you feeling at ease. Shuffling closer to him, you thanked everything that you were able to spend this moment with him. Perhaps tomorrow you wouldn’t see him. Maybe even the next.

“I have been coming here every once in a while since I was 14.” Jaemin weakly smiled at the scenery ahead of him. “Just when I’m happy you could say.” “Why?” You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulders.

“My parents used to fight everyday when I was in middle school, so I used to sneak out and just sit here for hours.” Jaemin said observing the sea. “My dad left without a word when I was 15 and I was kinda happy, not gonna lie.” Jaemin sighs, rubbing the back of your hands. “I’m sorry.” Is what you could say.

“It’s okay honestly. I’m over it.” he chuckled. “Anyways, the beach is cool at night, right?” He kisses the top of your head.

The eastern sky fills with blends of pink and blue, welcoming a new day. Dawn sent shimmering rays over the placid ocean, bestowing a golden path from the shore to the horizon. “Let’s go home my mom wakes up around 6.” Jaemin stands up brushing the sand away from his trousers. “My mom’s gonna be awake soon too, let’s go.” There goes a night Jaemin will cherish forever.

Everyone in school started crowding the auditorium, running around looking for the best seats like they’re going to catch the last bus of the day. The crowd were hungry for excitement after a days of votings and seeing the nominees do volunteering work in the hallways. They jostled for the best position, cheering and waiting for the winner to be announced. Most of them were rather mostly interested in having no classes the entire day and the band performances afterwards.

You took a sit on the front row, turned your head sideways and met with Jaemin’s side profile, fixing his tie and past it, all the other people spanning out in your view. she turned back to face front, the stage where the choir team were practicing for the day. “I’m really nervous.” Jaemin said still fixing his tie, you nodded and kept tapping your feet against the floor to the music coming from the stage. “Fucking hell, I can’t tie a tie!” Jaemin muttered leaving the untied tie hang around his neck. He leans back on the chair and lets out an exaggerated groan. “Who even ties your tie every morning?” You finally asked looking over at the boy with the navy blue tie around his neck. “My brother does it, he went to osaka with his girlfriend and some friends on friday and this is why i’m struggling.” “Help me.” Jaemin nudges. “I can’t do that right now. Maybe ask someone else?” You could, you just didn’t want anyone to see you tying his tie. “Fine..” he mutters and gazes around looking for a familiar face to help him out.

A speech boomed over the crowd, strident timbre of the voice, cacophony of applause and cheering, clapping, stamping of feet, palpable excitement buzzed through the charged air, infectious grins, spontaneous outpouring of emotion. Jaemin was still no where to be found. the principal, who’s nicknamed as “the hag” by the students is already on the stage giving long inspirational speeches. You looks back and Yoorim leans forward from the second row, “Where’s Jaemin?” Yoorim observes the auditorium trying to look for the brown haired boy. “I saw him with that junior Chenle like five minutes ago near the lockers. He’s gonna be back.”

“We are going to be announcing the yearly senior school president within a few minutes. we have Y/L/N Y/N, president since the freshman year, Jang Hanbin and Na Jaemin. Please a round of applause for these three who have worked so hard to make this place a better environment for us!” The principal’s voice echoed through the auditorium followed by claps in the charged air.

Jaemin walks slowly in the dark, making sure he doesn’t trip over all the wires from the mics resting on the ground. He quickly plops down on the chair beside seolmin and mutters a yes. “Where in the hell did you go?” You whisper. “Well I was with the exchange student, the yearbook photographer. What’s his name,” you interrupt him, “Chenle. Zhong Chenle.” Jaemin grins. “Yeah him, he was trying to take my pictures but I made a deal and said that he’s gonna tie my tie and I’ll let him take five pictures of me.” You facepalm. “So you were out there having a photoshoot?” Jaemin nods.

The tension in the air gets worse and worse and you could literally see Jaemin’s legs shaking. You rested your hand on his thighs, “I’m gonna make sure you become the president.” You assured him. “What?” he asks, a face of concern plastered on his face. “Shut up and listen to hag.” You whisper yell.

“It was a really good competition this year! a very fair one. Over the past ten year the results were never this close to each other and I must say, I’m extremely impressed.” Jaemin held your hands under the chairs. You looked at him but his eyes are fixed on the plasma screen which is about to display the results.

“We have Jang Hanbin at the third position with 198 votes, Na Jaemin at second with 202 and Y/L/N Y/N at first with 206. Congratulations!”

The cheers erupt like an auditory volcano. It is all quiet one second and then deafening the next, rising to a crescendo and then falling to a trickle before the same nervous tension commands silence once more in you. Your heart is beating fast, you honestly didn’t expect it when Jaemin hosted an entire trip for them. “Aye, congratulations!” Jaemin grins, showing you the most genuine angelic smile you have ever seen.

“Good morning everyone and our respective teachers. I’m Y/L/N Y/N from homeroom four. I would like to thank everyone who had voted for me and helped me achieve this honourable title. I’m disheartened to say that as much as I would like to help my peers and teachers in the campus I would like to focus on my studies more. So me, Y/L/N Y/N is resigning and handing the title over to Na Jaemin. Thank you.”

“What did you do that for?” Jaemin’s concerned figure pressed against the wall, the gold plated badge shinning brightly on his chest pocket. “You wanted to be one and I’ve been a president for like what? 4 years? Isn’t that enough?” You reasoned.

Music played by the band fills the air without effort, like the waves filling holes in beach sand; the sound rushing in and around every person in the room. some react to the beat, others continue in chatter. “Let’s go the field this loud ass music is hurting my ears.” You pull Jaemin by his arms before he could even reply. “Why are we here again?” Jaemin asks when you brought him to the empty fields. “Don’t know. I don’t like crowds so.” You sit on the stairs and pat on the flat surface beside you, indicating him to sit aswell.

“I’m really happy right now. I never liked being the centre of attention all of the time. I have heard so many rumours about me and some of them don’t even make sense.” You sigh. Jaemn rests his arms around your shoulders and shifts closer, “But you really didn’t have to. I honestly feel so guilty, but I really wanna thank you, so I’ll take you out for some barbecue tonight.”

“No no, you don’t have to.” You shift away from him and look at him dead in the eye. “My mom’s gonna be really happy when she sees this” He ran his fingers over the badge. “You deserve it, more than anyone els—” Jaemin cut you off, “you talk a lot.” he hushed you, before moving his finger, and pressing his hand against your cheek, giving Jaemin more support to push himself towards you, and connect your lips together. The kiss was soft, gentle, slow which only lasted for a few seconds before you shyly pulled away, “We’re in school!” You reminded him.

“Oops.” Jaemin pushed himself to his feet, brushing dirt from his trousers “I’m not feeling like going inside anymore, I’m gonna go home, what about you?” You stood up aswell, “Me too its boring anyways.” You both walk down the hallways past the lockers when you notice the only locker ajar is yours. You slowed down your pace as Jaemin jogged back to keep up with you. “What.” he looked at you. “The fuck is my locker open for? I remember closing it..” you quickly jog to your opened locker. “See if anything’s missing.” Jaemin peeks from the back trying to help you. “Wait— wait there’s a note? Who even writes these nowadays.” You snort. “Ooh girl out here already getting promposals! Read it.” Jaemin jokes and encourages you to read the note written on a page torn from the Physics notebook.

Jaemin leans the lockers behind you trying to take a peek of the note in your hand. “Pretty sure it’s a dumb promposal or some shit like that. I’ll read it later.” You say and proceed to keep it in the back of your school bag. “No please I’m really curious to see who writes a note nowadays.” Jaemin pouts and convinces you to read the note. “You’re so annoying.” You mumble and unfold the piece of paper. “Oh look— it’s not handwritten!” You notice.

“Y/N, im pretty sure your gonna be with jaemin by the time you read it lol anyways i can see you having fun with him. it gets annoying sometimes to see you guys under the bleachers during lunch. great to see a sore loser like jaemin has someone before me. sorry to break your heart but mr na jaemin is playing with you just to get that badge and become relevant. from someone very close to you.”

Your heart shatters into pieces. You read the note again, one more time. Praying that the writings would magically disappear. You didn’t want to believe a random piece of paper left in your locker, but everything did make sense. Jaemin only started talking to you after the nominees were announced. You felt stupid for thinking maybe he was the one.

“What does it say?” Jaemin still tries to peek at the note and his gaze shifts to your face, eyes almost glassy. “What happene—,” Jaemin’s smile long gone and concern plastered on his face. “Don’t. Just go.” You yank his arms away from you. “I’m so gullible, did you know that?” You yell as tears streamed down your rosy cheeks. The tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down your face. You felt the muscles of her chin tremble like a small child. Jaemin crumbles the paper in his hand and looks at you. “Look i can ex—” you cut him off, “Don’t just don’t. Go home and don’t talk to me.” You storm off leaving Jaemin and his broken heart behind.

Jaemin drags himself up the stairs to his room without greeting his mom with a cheeky smile like he does every other day. This heartbreak feels cold. Can he even call it a heartbreak? It was his fault after all. He wants to beat himself up for being naive and immature. Jaemin throws the badge and it lands somewhere near his bed. He cried, cried for being exactly like his father, crying for hurting someone. Images of his father flashes back from the back of his mind again as tears rolled down his cheeks.

On the other hand you feel empty inside. Jaemin was like your happy pill, seeing his smile once a day was enough to make your day 10 times brighter. You’re too ashamed to tell your friends you got played, since they were the one telling you he’s suspicious since day 1. Part of you believed it was fake, his touches, his kisses were always full of love.

The path to forgetting about you seemed far to steep, fate determined failure waiting for Jaemin at the top. He promised himself with puffy red eyes, it’s best to forget about you, you didn’t deserve it. His promised seemed to have vanished the next morning when he saw you sitting on the stairs with your group of friends, the Literature book on your lap, prescribed metal frame glasses which you rarely wore resting on the bridge of the nose.

“Hey man! What’s good.” Donghyuck patted his back and sat beside him on the metal benches of the cafeteria. He grabs the untouched toast from Jaemin’s tray and takes a bite, “You’re not hungry?” he asks. “No.” Jaemin replies with in a monotone voice. Donghyuck notices, “Did anything happen?” He finally looks at him with his bloodshot eyes and dark circles. “Oh damn I think i I know what happen—” jaemin cuts him off, “No you don’t.”

Donghyuck rests his chin of his hands and shifts closer to him, “I don’t understand, what happened?” Jaemin sighs, “She got to know everything.” Donghyuck’s smile finally fades into a frown. “It’s all your stupid idea’s fault.”

“Sorry but you’re the one who asked me for an idea.” Donghyuck shrugs. “I’m gonna kill you.” Jaemin looked down and played with the disposable spoon. “Tell me something honestly, do you really like her?” Jaemin looks away and starts “I thought it was just a silly crush I had on her. Is it normal to cry over a girl?” He looks at Donghyuck. Donghyuck chuckles, “We have some serious issue here. You like her and you ruined your chance. Everyone in 4th floor knows what you both di—” Donghyuck stops when Jaemin looks at him dead in the eye.

JENO: i need to tell u something JENO: promise me u won’t get mad JENO: and won’t try to break our friendship JAEMIN: what JENO: i sent that note to Y/N JAEMIN: jeno why JENO: i know i fucked up. i liked her even before you did and that’s why i did that. i realised she likes you and there’s no point of it JAEMIN: wait she likes me? JENO: i heard from yoorim JENO: idk if you’re gonna forgive me or not but i just wanted to let you

Proms always had that melancholic yet beautiful feeling to them. everyone seemed to be so happy, though everyone knew that this happiness would be over soon.

Jaemin stood behind the snack table, date less, trying his best to look interested and amused when in inside he’s concerned about his friends still not showing up. he was stress-eating mini pizza buns when Renjun finally noticed him and approached him.

“What are you doing over here? Y/N looks really good, she did these glittery thing on her eyes, don’t know what they’re called, but you know what i’m talking about right?” Renjun said joyfully. Jaemin swallowed hard at the thought of it. “I’ll be there in a few sec. These mini pizzas taste really good.” “Please atleast go infront of her?” Renjun leaned over and lowered his voice. “She’s right there, please.”

Jaemin’s eyes travelled towards the direction Renjun was pointing at. You wore a navy blue gown made of soft, satiny fabric, long and tight which exposed your perfectly structured collarbones and shoulders.

“See I told you! She looks really good!” Renjun exclaimed and patted Jaemin’s back while he shoved his fifth mini pizza of the night inside his mouth. Jaemin noticed you had dyed your brown, making you look way too good than you did with your black hair. “Did she dye her hair?” Jaemin asked, his voice muffled due to the food in his mouth. “Oh yeah—fucking hell don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Jaemin quickly looked away leaving Renjun confused. “What happene— I’ll murder Donghyuck and Jeno, why are they all coming here?” Jaemin gritted his teeth. “Maybe because you’re standing infront of the snack table? You’re not the only who gets to eat.” Renjun sighed. Donghyuck walked dramatically dancing to the loud obnoxious music playing in the background, almost dropping his phone. “Damn Y/N look, they got your favourites!” Heejin pointed at the chocolate dipped strawberries on the other side of the table.

Your expressionless face immediately turned into a happy smiley face after seeing your favourite sweet treats. Rushing to the other side forgetting about the four inch stilettos you’re wearing. “Y/N, the wires!” Jaemin warned you and you immediately stopped you pace and looked at him in the eyes. “Thanks.” you mumbled.

“Talk to her so that I don’t feel like shit.” Jeno nudged and took a mini sandwich off the plate. “Where did you even come from?” Jaemin flinched. “I was literally here the whole time.” Jeno playfully flicked Jaemin’s forehead.

A sparkle came into Renjun’s eye. “I have an idea. I’ll request the dj to play a slow dance song. Then, you two’ll have to dance together!” Jaemin looked at him dead in the eye, “No.”

Renjun sighed for the third time in the span of fifteen minutes. “If you don’t go and at least say hi, I’ll actually kill you.” Jaemin ran his fingers through his hair. “Fine I’ll go say hi.”

Jaemin nervously walked through the crowd and the neon lights. Everyone had the same glass with the same non alcoholic drink in them, he assumed it tasted bad and didn’t even think about taking one from the table. “Hi Y/N!” Renjun surprised you from the back. “Oh h-hi jaemin. You look—” you scanned him from the top to bottom. He looked like a main protagonist’s lover of all the 70s romance movies you’ve binge watched with your grandma. Perfectly styled hair, black tuxedo, a black tie, “You look good.”

You were absolutely breathtaking, Jaemin thought. You were able to turn his stomach so that a thousand of butterflies inside him went crazy, to make his heart hurt in this bittersweet way. You put a spell on him he couldn’t escape from. Or maybe he was just overly dramatic.

The lights changed their colour from a dark blue to purple, setting a heavy mood over the scene of peers dancing in their best clothes. a modern song played loudly through the boxes and though Jaemin didn’t know it, he couldn’t help tapping along to the beat with his foot.

“Now that I think about it, prom isn’t that bad.” Jaemin remarked observing his surroundings. “What did you say?” Renjun asked again, the loud music making it impossible for him to hear. “You should really go to Y/N and give her some company.” Jaemin yelled in Renjun’s ears. “What, why?” Renjun yelled back.

The loud upbeat music came to a stop and was soon replaced by a slow ballad. The lights the room became dimmer and everyone in the room started getting scattered, looking for their partners for the dance of the night. The dance maybe some of the will cherish forever.

“Ew look—” Renjun pointed at some couple on the dance floor. Jeno and Jaemin’s eyes followed his direction. “Aren’t you both supposed to dance?” Jaemin asked them both. “Eunji is literally behind you having cream puffs, she isn’t gonna dance.” Jeno gazed over at his date.

Jaemin looked at Renjun and he immediately looked back at away. “Look I don’t wanna—you’re dancing, don’t ruin the night for Y/N.” He frantically pushed Renjun in the crowd before he could even say anything.

The lights dimmer now, a nice cool shade of blue, which reminds Jaemin of the beaches at midnight. The music soothing to his ears, almost like the ballad songs he listens to in the middle of the night. The couples in the crowd were in each other’s embrace, some of them kissing and hugging, forgetting about the strict restrictions of canoodling.

“Dude I can’t find Y/N.” Renjun came back after squeezing himself through the crowd. “What do you mean, you can’t find her?” Jeno and Jaemin both asked at the same time. “I’m gonna see outside, you guys can check the washrooms or the dessert tables.”

The small stones scrunched under his feet which lead him behind the ballroom. The stars were shining bright over him. Jaemin was more than glad to immediately find you on your phone.

“Why are you outside?” “It’s too crowded, I can’t breathe.”

Your breath formed little clouds which raised up to the sky. It was refreshing to be outside for a while, until you both eventually start to get cold. The music seemed far away now, like you both were in a different, own little world. “We need to talk.” Jaemin broke the awkward silence.

“Yeah. You got some explaining to do.” You said almost sounding too sarcastic. “Can we talk inside my jeep. It’s too cold. Atleast I’m wearing a suit, you’re literally wearing a strapless dress.”

You gasped, “Why do you pretend like you care?”

“I—what do you mean?” Jaemin stuttered.

“Cut the act Na Jaemin, you’ve hurt me enough. Stop pretending like you like me, get my hopes high and then I get to know you did everything just to get that silly badge!” You’re now yelling, the broken voice of yours makes Jaemin’s heart ache.

“No listen— I don’t wanna listen okay? Why do you even care if I’m cold or not? We are seeing each other for the last time day after tomorrow, let it be like that. Just stop pretending like you care, please.” You interrupted Jaemin. “Why did you do this, why did you act like you car— shut the fuck up, I care because I’m in love with you! There, I said it.” Jaemin spat and you took a step back, astonished.

“What did you say?” You lowered your voice and looked at him for an answer.

“I said I’m in love with you.” He said looking up at the stars, shining brightly above them like the paintings in museums. “I don’t know how this happened, I never wanted to fall for you to be fucking honest. That day, when you kissed me behind the bleachers, I couldn’t sleep at night. Randomly thought about it everyday for 2 weeks.” Jaemin yelled and you stayed quite looking down at your feet.

“And the badge thing? I made that up just to not look like loser, you know saying i have a crush on her to your friends is very embarrassing? But guess what at the end of the day I’m the loser.”

“Look—let me finish.” Jaemin cut you off. “I pretended to like your flower shop talks only because I got to see you smile, pretended like I love waffles just to spend time with you more, and it’s hundred percent okay if you just tell me to fuck off right now. I can’t keep this inside my mind anymore.”

You felt tears forming in your eyes, your vision blurry. You looked at Jaemin who’s leaning his head against the side of his car.

“Jaem— get in the jeep you’re shivering.” Jaemin opened the door of his car and waiting for you to get “I’m sor—you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down to meet your lips, this time the kiss was hungry and needy unlike all the other times you both have kissed.

He smelled like expensive cologne, you realized. Jaemin gripped your sides tightly causing you to yip, your long gown almost getting in the way. "You’re so beautiful.” Jaemin mumbled against your lips, it made you reconsider all your hatred for him, can you really hate someone as loving as him? You laughed, letting Jaemin move down your neck and place feather light kisses as he went down along your jaw and neck.

Jaemin loosened his grip on your waist, letting his hands skim up your sides before going behind your back, unzipping your gown. You arched your back up ever so slightly to allow him to do what he wished, and he almost instantly took the opportunity and helped you undress in the cramped jeep, the string of the dress cascading to the side and you letting out a slight giggle. If it hadn’t been for all the emotions you went through earlier, you would have been highly self conscious with Jaemin staring at you the way he did, as if you were some Greek goddess.

“You’re really beautiful, I can’t believe this.” Jaemin’s tone was barely above a whisper as he spoke now, his dark dark eyes locked onto your ones to convey the sincerity of his statement.

You almost wanted to say the three words back to him but settled for just biting your lower lip and giving a slight grin, your hands still tangled in his hair giving him a slight tug to get him back to business. Jaemin obliged immediately, though his kisses were no longer to your jaw and neck, his lips and moved further south to your chest, one hand covering one breast while his mouth covered the other. Any words you wanted to say dissipated in an instant, turning into nothing but moans and groans that tumbled from your lips while your back arched upward again, seeking more of his mouth on your and more of his hands skimming over your sensitive skin.

When he switched sides to give proper attention to your other breast, you took the chance to grab ahold of his shirt, starting to undo the buttons with your fingers just as quickly as you could.

With all the buttons undone, you ran fingers gently over his chest; when you let your fingers skim over his abdomen that was just above the waistline of his black pants, he moaned against your skin, the vibrations from it causing you to let a moan escape yourself.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jaemin asked, the worry etched onto his features.

“I’m sure.” You assured him, hands moving to cup his face again and pulling him in for a long, slow, and tender kiss; one that sent a pool of heat down to your core when he looked at you so hungrily once you both parted again.

He slowly inched your panties down your legs, pressing kisses to your exposed skin every inch of the way until he tossed the panties onto the side. He wanted to take his time with you, even in the cramped jeep of his. You didn’t care about that right in the moment, what you wanted was Jaemin inside of you already, but he still had his damn pants on. You sat up and roughly tugged his pants down, you were tired of waiting.

“Somebody’s impatient.” Jaemin laughed as he tried to maneuver to toss his opened shirt aside and get his pants off all the way. “Yes, we got interrupted the last time.”

You felt a bit bold, and without hesitation you grabbed ahold of his hand and guided it right between your legs. Jaemin didn’t hesitate either, a look of lust lingering in his eyes as he pushed one of his fingers up inside of you, moving it around ever so slowly to test the waters and having you moaning and grinding down against his hand in seconds. You tried to start with a kiss, but when he moved his finger to just the right spot, you bit down on his lip so hard you were scared you would draw blood on him, though Jaemin didn’t seem to mind, perhaps too caught up in everything as well. You slowly pulled away, only leaning back in to place light kisses wherever you could reach until you grabbed ahold of his hand and tried to pull him out of you.

“Something wrong?” Jaemin asked sincerely.

“Yeah, I need you, right now.” Your voice came across far more demanding than you expected, but the way Jaemin looked at you afterwards made it worth it. Jaemin reached his hand into the back seat pocket of the driver’s seat, pulling out a condom and trying to rip it open as quickly as he could.

“You bring a lot of girls back here?” You asked with a slight laugh.

“No, but better safe than sorry.” Jaemin replied, quickly trying to get the condom on, You relishing the way his face shifted when you reached down and assisted.

As soon as your hand pulled away, Jaemin’s hands grabbed your waist again while his lips crashed against yours, guiding you to lay back down on the back seat. He kept your lips locked together as he sank himself slowly inside of her, you letting out loud moans and being incredibly glad that everyone was too busy dancing inside and weren’t heading out anytime soon, getting one hell of a show from them if they walked by in the parking lot. He stayed inside of you for a minute when he’d filled you up, you wiggling impatiently under him and trying to thrust upwards to get him moving.

“You are so impatient.” Jaemin smirked.

“Less talking, more fucking.” You demanded.

Jaemin proceeded to start thrusting in and out, slowly at first, though with each passing moan he elicited from you, he thrusted just a bit quicker. “Jaemin.” You moaned out quietly this time, whispering his name for only you both to hear while he kept himself busy kissing and nipping at the base of your neck, leaving marks that would surely show up tomorrow and show the world that he claimed you the night before.

When his mouth moved back to capture one of your breasts, your cries became louder again, your moans containing his name becoming just mumbles of sound that only egged him on to go faster. You grabbed one of his hands again and guided it right to your core again, this time Jaemin acting without question and letting his thumb sink and rubbing the clit while he kept up his thrusts. You were practically blinded with pleasure now, unsure of how much longer you’d be able to last with him going like this.

“Jaemin!” You screamed out this time, knowing full well if there was anyone nearby they’d be curious about the noise. “Jaemin, please, I can’t.” You panted out, you couldn’t hold yourself together much longer, and a satisfied hum came from Jaemin against your skin sending you right over the edge then and there.

Every muscle in your body was exhausted, you felt like pure jello beneath him now, a constant warm glow of happiness lingering on your skin while a smile was etched permanently onto your face for the rest of the night. You were trying to get your breathing regulated again though you were panting from the experience, your legs no longer able to keep themselves upright and fully parted for him. It took you a moment to realize that Jaemin had stilled within you though he still hadn’t reached his climax.

You with any other partner would have asked, argued the point when he’d say he was fine; but with Jaemin it was different, you were determined to make sure that you both had a good time.

You thrust your hips upward with what little energy you had left, Jaemin snapping back into the reality of the situation and going right back to his thrusts, chasing his own pleasure this time. You moaned, not only from your own pleasure because of how overly sensitive you were now was to every twitch of his movement, but because you could tell your sounds got him off, you watched how his face would scrunch up trying to concentrate on his task whenever you moaned.

“Y/N!” Your name came harshly from his lips for the first time since you both got into the jeep, and if you hadn’t already exhausted your peak, you were sure that would have made you cum again. “Fuck, Y/N.”

“You already did that, I’m trying to fuck you right now.” You boldly replied with a sly grin, thrusting your hips up again and getting a deep groan as a reply.

It didn’t take much longer after that for Jaemin to reach his climax, a few more thrusts and a few more of your moans had him finish with loud cries out of his own, slowly giving his final thrusts until he was still inside of you, you pulling him down to lay on you knowing just how much your activities had drained you. The heat between you was nice, you didn’t even care about the layers of sweat between or your bangs clinging to your forehead, all you cared about was listening to Jaemin’s steady breathing and the feel of his hands running down your side. You weren’t sure how long you both just laid there in silence, but you knew eventually you’d have to move, and tell him about how you feel.

“So um, can I say something?” You broke the silence with your question. “I think I love you too.” Jaemin didn’t say anything, only smiled at you and kissed you on the cheeks and giggled, “Hey did you know, I’ve had the biggest crush on you since middle school.”

“You had a weird haircu—

Your trip down the memory lane was interrupted with Donghyuck knocking on the tainted window. You hid behind Jaemin and covered your exposed skin with his blazer. "Glad you both patched up but can you please move your fucking jeep?”

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horrorslashergirl · 3 years

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The Lurking One: A Shadow Horror Story

Authors Note: Decided to write a story for my newest Slasher OC, Shadow. People seem to really like him, despite him not having a face claim. lol

Warning: 18+ for horror, gore and torture, plus add in trauma

Words: 2.4k words

It was one of these late at night study sessions for the ones that slacked during the year and had to catch up with what they lost; Giula was one of them and she cursed herself for letting her time be filled with sorority activities and parties.

The Northeastern University campus was empty save for the security guard; Guila being the only student who was currently in the library catching up to a project that was due to tomorrow. She could have done it back at the sorority house, but she knew the girls would distract her and tempt her with other activities such as preparing for a college festival that was in two weeks.

Her grades were more important than social activities that would print into her status, not to mention her parents who had a talk with her about the fact that college wasn't a gateway for drinking and hooking up with guys.

Guila sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose, checking the old antique clock of the library.

10:35 PM

Her gaze moved back to the tons of files and books on the wood desk she was sat at. She just finished the project, but she needed to revise it to make sure everything was perfectly done. The grade for this project was important and she wasn't looking for another discussion with her parents and the headmaster.

She will look it over in the morning; she needed to be fresh tomorrow for the presentation and looking like a crackhead in front of the judges wasn't a pro in the book. Putting everything back into her bag neatly, she pulled her hair out of the tight ponytail, letting her auburn locks fall freely down her back, almost to the hips.

Walking out of the library and locking the door; thank God the old library lady was a sweetheart and left the keys for her to close. She walked down the hallways and taking the old victorian ascensor to the low floor. Before she could exit the building she stopped by the cubicle of the security guard, handing him the keys.

"All done for tonight, dear?" Arthur asked, taking the keys and setting them on his desk.

"Well, finally so. I will have to own Mrs. Hariot for leading me the keys to the library." Giula told the old man with a smile.

"Ahhh...She's an angel among here. Trust me, it was her pleasure." he old the girl, sitting back down at his desk, a copy of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen was on the desk.

"Have a good night without incidents, Sir." Giula told the gentleman guard who nodded.

"Nothing ever happens around here. Kids nowadays don't read books anymore, so I don't think someone will try to break into the library." Arthur joked, making Giulia giggle and nod, although feeling a little by what he said.

"I suppose so. Good night." the girl waved off, stalking towards the exit.

"Likewise, dear!" Arthur called after her, going back to the classic novel.

As she opened the door, a chilly air hit Giulia in the face, making her wrap her arms around herself. It was definitely colder than when she got in the morning here. It was earlier spring, the days warm, but the nights reminding that the winter just recently moved away.

She was wearing a white button-down with dark blue jeans and some ballet flats that made her legs all shaky; her light brown cardigan not helping at all. She couldn't wait to get back to the sorority house and bask in the warmness of her bed and away from the coldness of the night.

It was just a 20 minutes long time walk to the house, but it seemed like much more to her now that she was all alone and shivering like a hairless cat.

Mentally, she cursed her parents for not letting her drive, always scolding her that she wasn't ready. Overly protective parents and their old school mentality always made Giulia feel like she was still a baby. She was 22 and in the second year of college for Christ's sake.

She couldn't wait to finish college and get a job; Oh the dream of having her own apartment and not having to deal with doll-like girls who owned Porches all because of their wealthy daddies. Now thinking more about it, she was the only one who didn't have an overly rich family; maybe the girls kept her because she was the only one who was first to clean a mess, make breakfast when the others were hungover.

The streets were all deserted, none was outside, most people here being locals since birth or college students who basked in cheap beer and gossips at this hour.

This neighbor that gave off hostel-like vibes made her skin be covered in goosebumps, smelling a faint scent of weed, beer and hearing the music blasting from the apartments above. The police wouldn't come to stop the noise, since there was none to be bothered by the hypnotic beat.

Guila could feel eyes on her, but every time she turned around to take a look there was none, just the slight wet streets and alleyways that adored this place. Each time she passed one, she would halt her walking, afraid two big clawed hands will brisk her away into darkness.

She rolled her eyes as a guy from above cat-called her, probably drunk off his ass, and his girlfriend a few feet away from him at the window making out with his best friend.

Boston really was filled up with these types of students, getting great opportunities and throwing said blessing out the window because of blinding hormones, and the idea of being young means I'm indestructible.

'Just 10 more minutes and you will be home.' Giulia thought to herself, but it quickly went off the window as pain shot through her scalp, before she knew it she was dragged into the darkness of an alleyway.

One strong arm wrapped around the middle section of her waist, but the other moved to her neck, feeling the prickle of something cold against her neck; a blade, a knife, something that was indeed sharp.

"Scream and you can say arrivederci to your precious vocal cords." the person that held her spoke, voice raspy and very eerie, definitely a male.

"P-Please...Don't kill me." Giulia whispered, afraid that if she raises her voice too much, he won't keep on his promises.

"Shush now. I heard that line all too many times and it gets very monotonous." the man spoke right by her ear, running what she assumed was a scalpel over her cut, not slitting her throat, but surely making a small cut to show that he wasn't playing games.

She was panicking, her breathing getting more on the hysterical edge, then she did the first thing she could think of. She kicked him in one of his shins, making him groan, but he didn't back off. He did throw her in the opposite direction of the alleyway against the brick wall. Giulia grunted and whimpered as she hit the ground right into a puddle.

Her hazel eyes looked up and she felt terror strick her as he stalked over to her wet and bruised form, like a panther ready to pounce on its prey. She could scream, but the music from the apartments above was so loud she wouldn't have a chance in someone hearing her.

One cold leather-gloved hand wrapped around her neck and he slammed her back into the wall, showing so much strength that got her the image of him snapping her tiny neck like a twig.

"That was some dirty move you put up there, little wench. Although I am a very patient man." he whispered, and now that he was in front of her, she could make out what he looked like.

He was wearing all black, probably a very expensive tailored suit with a scarlet red tie, not even a glimpse of skin was shown. What really caught her attention was his vintage-looking fedora and the creepy raven like a mask.

A doctor purge mask? She heard of them from her brother who was very into history.

"W-Who are you?" Giulia choked, his hand tightening around her throat at the question.

He hummed like he was deep in thought.

"I think the public eye has birthed me as the Shadow." he answered her question.

It took only a few seconds for Giulias eyes to widen and her body to tremble. She heard on the news about him; the unknown brutal killer, never seen, none to survive to tell the story and how they described his murderers on television.

The killer known now as Shadow chuckled at her horrified face.

"Ahhhh....So you heard of me. Good. I hate to explain information to someone who cannot even work their brain enough to avoid someone dangerous." he mused, making the young woman whimper and cry, then she began to swing her legs in an attempt to hurt him.

Only for her head to be slammed multiple times against the brick wall until her vision blacked and she fell on the dirty ground by the pristine black Oxfords he was sporting.

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The lightbulb above flickered to life and Giulia opened her eyes, looking around like a desperate animal caged, or more like chained by her neck, a metal collar digging into the skin of her neck and creating red and purple marks.

Her doe-like eyes looking around and stopped on the black-clad figure.

The Shadow.

"Ahh...I'm glad you're awake. I might think I hit your head too many times on the brick wall. I usually prefer drugging my victims, but you were acting like too much of a mindless animal." he began to spoke so fluently, calm, like everything that was going on was a normal occurrence for him; like discussing the weather over a few drinks.

The man was laying some tools neatly on a metal table; surgical tools, like scalpels, forceps, scissors, retractors, and clamps. Giulia felt a bile form in her throat, starting to tug on the heavy chain that was bounded against the concrete wall; no luck.

"Let m go, you fucker!" she screamed and in an instant, her back meet the cold wall, gloved hand grasping her jaw tightly as the leather beak of the mask brushed against her face.

"You smell putrid, although there is that faint strawberry scent of your perfume." he commented, fingertips digging more into her jaw and making her whimper and sob.

In his free hand, he held a pair of surgical retractors and her eyes widened when he forced her mouth open, one finger pulling her upper lip to expose her pearly white teeth and pink gums.

"You have a nice set of teeth there. I adore your canines especially." he whispered, then he grasped one of her canines with the retractor, tugging on it and forcing a pain-filled scream from Giulia; the next twin teeth following.

Her tears filled eyes looking as he held both canines between black covered fingers.

"Very impeccable indeed." he murmured, going back to the table.

The metallic taste of blood and sterisol filled her mouth, scarlet dripping down her chin.

She knew this was far from over as his thumb run over the shiny scalpel.

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Giulia didn't know how much time has flown; one month, maybe two? She hadn't seen the light of the day in so long and she wished dead would overcome her.

She was in so much pain; the things Shadow did to her. First the canines, then her fingernails went off and when she spat on his mask she thought she was going to die as he poured acidic fluid down her scalp; her beautiful long hair was just a burned memory.

Dead was supposed to come, but the sadist treated her wounds like an expert at the hospital, only to remind her that death was far away from her.

Then the begging, telling him what she will do anything, even getting on her knees and possibly giving him new ideas. His words were absolute humiliation.

"I know what you're implying, ignorant wench." he told her as his gloved hands were running down her naked hips, then he left her.

"I'm not a rapist, darling. Never found any fascination with taking someone against their own will in that way. I prefer my slave to be willing, but you're not. So I advise next time you keep these sick fantasies to yourself." he told her, mocking and making her feel even more stupid.

She caught glimpses of him doing awful things to the other girls; one of them skinned alive and every muscle on full display.

"You're just too perfect, aren't you?" he told Giulia, making her a confused mess.

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She did manage to trick him when he was busy piercing her earlobes multiple types, having to bite her tongue as she stole the keys to her chains.

Then when he found her moving down the hallways; she almost got her leg blown off when he used a shotgun after her. She had opened the door to the exit and was meet with the night. Running through the forest, looking behind her over and over.

Her luck was finally getting to the principal road and a car passed by, getting in, and again she was in danger. The old man tried to rape her, but she was brave enough to jump out of the car when they were in town.

After 30 minutes of limping around the streets, she finally spotted a police car that was patrolling.

Interrogations followed, but she always spoke the same words, too traumatized by the events.

'He is tall and in all black. He doesn't seem human. No human could do this. He pulled all her skin off like she was a rabbit. His voice, makes me wanna throw up, it's so raspy it makes me wanna be deaf so I cannot hear it anymore in my head. What he did to the other girls...I cannot describe. He said that I'm perfect. What was that supposed to mean?'

Her parents were devasted when they found out about everything that happened and her mother fell on her knees crying over and over when she finally saw Giulia face to face.

The worst was that she could no longer be let on her own; nightmares, voices, aggressive outbursts, and feeling like she was constantly followed. She was scared of her own shadow.

When the police found the whereabouts of where Giulia was held everything was gone, not even a spot of blood like there was none there in the first place.

Why clean it all up if Shadow wanted the bodies to be found in the first place?

Needless to say...Nights in Boston weren't safe anymore.

#The Shadow #Serial Killer #Salem #Boston #Horror story #creepy story #original characters #slasher oc

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tundrainafrica · 3 years

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Title: Division of Labor (4/?)

Summary:

“The past years, we have noticed a lot of our fresh high school graduates knew nothing about responsibilities the that awaited them outside high school and even college. Many students do not master budgeting, taxes, household planning, loans and we hope to raise a generation who can navigate the adult world without the consequences of bad decisions they are bound to make going in blindly…”

Paradis High school starts a program incorporating adulting into their curriculum and Hange and Levi are paired together.

Note: From request of @a-golden-hearted-snk-fan. See this link for the request

So here is the next chapter of division of labor. I had intended to drop it today for a long time. I didn't expect it to coincide with leaks so sorry for the slight mood whiplash.

Anyway, thank you to the anons on tumblr for asking about this fic. I still find it pretty surreal that people actually think about my work, let alone send asks about it.

Other Chapters: 1 2 3

Link to cross-postings: AO3

Having lived alone for all of his high school life and some of his middle school life, Levi was sure of one thing.

Cooking is fun. Except when it is graded.

In fact, nothing can be fun when someone is behind them watching their every move telling them their performance in that one activity can determine a grade and that grade can determine their future. As Levi and Hange surveyed the ingredients in front of them, Erwin was behind them. Of all the workstations he had chosen to hang out in, it happened to be theirs.

As Levi looked at the other workstations, he could see Nanaba to his left already cracking two eggs into a bowl next to Mike. Bertholdt who was working in front of them with his pair Reiner was already cutting up what looked like cheese cubes. To his right was his own pair Hange who was shaking the eggs to her ear.

“Just to check if they’re boiled,” she explained. Levi did not even notice he had given her a judgemental look until she avoided his gaze looking a little self conscious.

Of course they wouldn’t be boiled. They were supposed to be doing everything from scratch. Why did he and Hange in particular look the most clueless? Why weren’t they doing anything? Levi looked behind him again to see Erwin still staring at both of them. I’m not clueless. Levi had to remind himself. He preplanned and prepared meals multiple times a week. He could make anything from the ingredients laid out in front of him. Eggs. Cheese. Celery. Instant noodles.

Why the hell is there instant noodles. What am I supposed to be making?

That ordeal only fueled his hatred for surprise tasks. He hated pop quizzes. Particularly because he had the cursed history of not knowing exactly what would be asked during the actual quizzes but having comprehensive knowledge in another facet of whatever topic they discussed in class. At that moment, he could have gladly given an oral exam about why exactly putting a washing machine in the bathroom was a good idea. Hange probably would have been able to do a practical exam or presentation explaining why a rent-to-own scheme was the best option for homeowners.

Both he and Hange though, probably spent at the most ten minutes running through that meal plan which was biting them so painfully in the ass at that moment. On top of that, the restrictions were ridiculous and unnecessary.

“No checking the recipe?” It was Connie that time towards the front of the room who was protesting the ridiculous restriction put on them. “I thought you’re supposed to be simulating adulthood. In real life everyone could just research the recipes? ”

“What if you don’t have wifi but you have eggs and vegetables in front of you and you need to cook breakfast?” Erwin challenged.

“We’ll have recipe books.” Sasha answered.

Erwin raised his eyebrows, looking pointedly at the Connie and Sasha pair. “Will your current financial situation allow that?”

Levi found some solace in Erwin’s comment. Maybe, just maybe that meant that they weren’t the only pair currently burning in hell financially in this little game of adulting. He looked to Hange and the face she made as Erwin had said the words `current financial situation’ and “allow” in the same sentence, Levi guessed that Erwin’s comment probably applied to them as a pair too.

“It is important at least for all of you to know the basics of cooking a nice meal even without the recipe.

Levi sighed. He lived alone and he knew they didn’t need it. Levi had a recipe book for easy recipes at home and almost always had wifi anyway. Nobody actually needed to memorize recipes. He was aware though of the culture of schools to know that schools always made things harder than they were supposed to be.

At least when you’re in the real world, things will be so much easier because you’ve had it hard already. Some teachers would defend. Making things unnecessarily hard though wasn’t at all an effective way to get people good at things. Sometimes, making things unnecessarily hard only left students with chronic unresolved tensions with certain formulas, academic concepts and sometimes even mundane objects they had encountered too many times in an academic setting. In fact, he started to feel the beginnings of it when he encountered washing machines and Japanese style house designs while he went grocery shopping that weekend. A few times he also could have sworn he’d seen Hange recoil at hearing the words ‘debit’ and ‘credit.’

“Maybe we should boil the eggs?” Hange lined up the ingredients on the counter.

“What the hell are you doing?” Levi asked, or more specifically panicked. Around him he could see the others already turning on the stove. Watching Hange observe the ingredients was only a grave reminder of their own incompetence.

“I’m just trying to arrange the ingredients in different ways. Maybe a good idea will come to mind.” She paused for a second. “Scrambled eggs?”

"Hear me out Hange, what if it isn't scrambled eggs." The ingredients all pointed to scrambled eggs or an omelette. In front of them there was a pan, a skillet, eggs, butter and vegetables. That seemed like the most reasonable option. Having taken tests and quizzes for most of his life though, Levi was a master of the art of ‘doubting one’s self’ in high pressure situations where every decision equated to a deduction. “Why is there a pack of instant noodles?” Whether he had intended to or not, Levi had ended up saying his thoughts out loud.

Hange paused for a second, pressing her thumb to her lips in thought, her eyes completely fixed on the pack of instant noodles in front of her. She looked like she was starting to doubt herself too. “You’re right. Levi, why are there instant noodles? Didn’t you make the meal plan?”

“Didn’t you check it?”

“I did check it. If i remember correctly, there was a recipe for scrambled eggs. But there should have been vegetables.” Hange brought the instant noodles pack closer to her and closely read through it. “Wait a minute. This is chow mein? I thought chow mein was a type of vegetable. Why the hell would you put instant noodles in scrambled eggs?”

Instant noodles and scrambled eggs. For some reason, it hadn’t clicked when all he saw were the ingredients in front of him. With Hange bringing up the two key ingredients of eggs and instant noodles, he started to remember what revisions he had made to that particular recipe. “It’s cheaper to make omelette rice with instant noodles than with actual rice.” He admitted lightly.

“Levi! We’re graded for nutritional value. Did you not read the rubrics?”

Levi looked away. In fact he had failed to read the rubrics. “Weren’t you supposed to be checking my work?

“I did check it.”

“Then why did you think chowmein is a type of vegetable? Aren’t you a fan of botany?”

“Levi there are at least one thousand vegetables to think of. You can’t expect me to keep track of all of them.”

Levi then realized that maybe having too much information in one’s brain was a little disadvantageous. Hange may be right that there are thousands of types of vegetables in the world. Levi was sure though that only at least fifty of those types would have been available in an average supermarket. You don’t really go grocery shopping much do you? A part of him had wanted to criticize her and maybe start a little argument.

The clatter of pots and pans around him and the urgent sounding voices was only telling him one thing, time was running. They had to churn something up or risk failing that quiz. He wished at least he could have double checked the rubrics. Alas, their phones were in their bags, all gathered towards the front of the rooms. All they had armed with them then was their procedural memory and the many ingredients in front of them.

Maybe, just maybe though we could do a little improvisation. Levi made eye contact with Hange as he said it. It looked like she had read his mind, Hange reached out for the instant noodles in front of him, ready to slip the pack silently into her pocket.

“If I find out any of you revised any of your recipes or you miss out on one ingredient, expect a 50% deduction for this test,” Erwin announced from behind them.

Within a second, the pack of instant noodles was back on the table and that flash of understanding between Levi and Hange had changed to one of horror and panic. Did he notice?

“Marco, I really cannot remember why the hell I needed so many of these spices in the first place.” Jean said apologetically from his station to their right.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have asked your mom to make the meal plan in the first place then.” Marco sounded surprisingly pissed.

At least they weren’t the only one in hell’s kitchen.

Division of Labor

By some silent agreement, all meetings with his actual friends were cancelled. It was as if everyone in the room had unanimously decided to make up for that disaster of a kitchen quiz by working on the next deliverable days before it was due. It was as if everyone was sure they had failed Erwin’s little pop quiz

Or long test. Erwin though never gave the breakdown of how much of their grade that disaster in the kitchen was. Levi found some assurance at least in the fact that everyone did look as unsure as they were about it. They can’t fail the whole class right?

Either way, a failing grade is still a failing grade. Levi and Hange had gone for the plan of omelette rice having kept the instant noodles revision. And with nutritional value a 60% of their grade for the actual meal plan, their expectations for their grades were low. On the bright side at least, Erwin said that there would be more pop quizzes in the kitchen, so they just had to memorize the recipe of whatever they put in the meal plan the next time around.

It would be painstaking, Levi was sure. But as students he and Hange had been forced to memorize formulas, kingdoms and phyla, vocabulary words, thesis statements, poems and dialogues. That should be nothing. Levi though had a building resentment for the subject, particularly the fact that no one had prepared them for that type of stress at all. None of the seniors ever had to do this type of program and thus, Levi was completely unprepared mentally for ‘adulting.’

Welcome to adulthood. That was what was written on the top of the questionnaire he and Hange were supposed to be submitting by Friday midnight. It was Wednesday afternoon of that week and he was grateful Hange had even suggested they start earlier. Only that morning, Erwin had submitted a new list of deliverables which seemed more comprehensive than the last.

September*

Week 1

Meal Plan

Investment Plan Part I: Disposable Income

Pop quiz

Week 2

Education Plan for Kids

Module 2 (See attached fail)

Pop quiz

Week 3 - 4

TBA

While Hange answered some of the questions on the questionnaire, Levi could only stare at the module in his email. He had promised Hange he would look into it while she filled out her part of the questionnaire. His eyes though were stuck on the little typo

Fail. He was sure Erwin meant file. In that type of module though, he would consider that typo almost fatal since the whole program was already screaming the words ‘failure’ at him.

He had to note at least that Erwin put the words pop quiz there for every week. He couldn’t help but think it was due to the fact that everyone had failed that last cooking exam and that was a sign of some mercy on the teacher’s side.

He clicked the module below the email to find that the file was too large at least for google to open. Oh, I guess it’s too large to open on my phone. It might slow it down after all. A petty excuse but he was just tired and instead decided to entrust the responsibility of opening said document to the Levi of a few hours later who would be in front of an actual computer.

“The file is too big to open on my phone. Sorry, I didn’t think about bringing my laptop today.” Levi’s words weren’t too sincere. A part of him was telling him never to bring his laptop on campus in the first place and was thankful for that bout of irresponsibility. Delaying the inevitable at present is always such a sweet feeling after all.

“It’s fine, it wasn’t too hard to fill out what’s needed. We just needed to assign rooms for Flora and Fauna…” Hange started looking pointedly at the flour babies who were leaning by the window of the diner they started to frequent. “Then break down our budget for other things like furniture, groceries, household necessities…”

She slid the paper over to Levi. As if by magic, his brain just shut down at seeing the numbers out there. A part of him though, a more tenacious part was nagging at him to comment at the computations in front of him.

He focused on the words not the numbers. There were calculations for household necessities like detergent and cleaning wax, groceries, baby stuff, utility bills. Somehow it was only making Levi feel more useless for not even understanding what she was writing.

So you have to comment. Levi willed himself to open his mouth and rack his brain for something reasonable and useful to say. Those thoughts on his end all culminated to two words. “Washing machine... “

“What? You’re still not over that?”

“You really don’t want the washing machine in the bathroom?”

“Levi, we’ve been over this!” Hange said, looking exasperated. Within a split second, her look softened into something else then within a second twisted into what looked like shame or embarrassment. “Yeah, I don’t think we even have the money to pay for that in installments now. But hey, a washing machine isn’t a necessity right? Like handwashing is still a thing.”

Levi didn’t agree. He knew in the back of his mind that anything that made cleaning easier was a necessity. Hange though had made the calculations and as a form of respect for her hardwork and a punishment for himself and his inability to have been of any use with that questionnaire, he kept quiet.

He just had to trust her. Group works were all about trust after all.

Division of Labor

“Your answers were all a fucking mess. If adulting was a war, none of you would make it back alive. All of you will starve with your shitty planning and resource conserving skills.” Shadis waved a wad of papers so magnificently over his head as he slammed them on the table. “I want to hear your justifications for making such idiotic decisions. Maybe that can bring up your grade to a D at least.”

“Blouse Springer!”

“Yes sir!” Sasha stood up instinctively.

“Connie join your partner!”

“We have to sta---?” Connie’s eyes widened as if he realized a second later the disrespect in what he had just said. He stood up a split second after. “Yes sir!”

“Tell me again. What are your jobs?”

Connie looked at the documents and back at him. “Is what we put in the document… wrong… sir?”

“What. Are. Your. Jobs?”

Sasha and Connie exchanged glances and looked back up at him. “I’m a marketing specialist…” Connie started. “And Sasha---”

“Journalist sir.”

“So you have eight to five jobs right?”

“Yes we do,” Connie answered.

“And three kids?”

The two nodded in sync. “Yes sir,” Sasha said. “Or that’s what I remember…” In fact, she shouldn’t have had to recall that. The three flour sacks were on their desk after all. “Did we miss one?”

Shadis ignored them. “Then why did you tick ‘no babysitter’ here?”

“Are we supposed to tick it sir?” Connie asked. A brave question that had everyone in the classroom more silent than they had been a second ago.

“You have eight to five jobs and three children. So are you telling me you will take the kids to work?

“Are we allowed? The fee for a babysitter everyday just seems… extravagant.”

That wasn’t the right word. The right word was exorbitant. As some of the people in the class would have agreed. Many could see though that Connie was shaking at the incessant questions and that should have been the last of his concerns.

Shadis though seemed unpreturbed at the wrong word choice. “Well what if your boss doesn’t allow you to bring three kids to work?”

“Then we leave them at home?”

“And you know that’s illegal?”

The silence in the room had become deafening.

“You can be sued for child neglect,” Shadis expounded

“But how would they know?” It was a bold question from Connie

The room exploded in hesitant mutters only silenced a second later by Shadis’ eerily cold reply. “Social workers are very perceptive people, Connie. I’m surprised you’re even underestimating them. Be ready to pay attorney dues for this.” He wrote something on the paper on his desk which was probably Connie and Sasha’s submission before pushing it to the bottom of the pile.

“Next pair…Ackerman Zoe. Stand up.”

By lunchtime, Levi was in a trance, a very strong strance. He did not even notice the students who had filed out of the classroom for lunch, his eyes completely fixed on the beautiful view of the school courtyard as the leaves started to change color.

That was not what he was admiring though. He wasn’t actually admiring anything. Although his eyes were fixed at such a beautiful view, his brain had done nothing to process it.

“So… You wanna talk about the next output?” That familiar voice sounded like a screech to Levi and it was more than enough to pull him out.

“We are so fucked.” Levi’s words were almost instinctive. It was as if just hearing Hange’s voice sent his whole body into panic mode. Of course he would, having just been grilled by Shadis and having one’s incompetence exposed could do that to anyone.

“There’s an output every week. We’ll be fine,” Hange assured.

Levi could only stare at Hange. He had know idea what kind of face he was making. All he could think then though was the fact that she out of the two of them should have been in a worse state of panic than he was.

And her calm ironically only stressed him out further. Having been reeling from the stress of it for almost four hours, Levi still remembered their exchange perfectly.

"Okay Ackerman… Just a homemaker. And Zoe. You’re working freelance?

"So Levi and I decided that I'll be a scientist and he'll take care of the house," Hange had said so confidently.

"What about taxes?"

“Taxes?”

“I looked at the breakdown of your budget Zoe. You didn’t mention anything about taxes.”

“I’m freelance sir.”

“Zoe, has it ever occured to you that freelancers pay taxes too?”

And their lesson of the day came soon after that exchange. The tasks were detailed and demanded a lot of thought. Through all they had learned over that one painful exchange and maybe through the glimpses of the next few exchanges he had so half heartedly watched, he had learned a lot.

He could have easily summarized it all into one sentence though. Do not take Erwin's tasks with a grain of salt.

Erwin had thought everything through. It could have been by coincidence or it could have also been just a lack of thought on the side of the students but somehow the set up Erwin had was exposing the weaknesses of the students when it came to learning, and possibly their potential weaknesses when it comes to actual adulting.

"I’m deducting the taxes already."

"You heard Shadis, It's too late the hypothetical government is out to get us.” Levi added the word hypothetical to at least help himself bask in the fact that it was still a simulation. “We’re getting penalized.”

Hange smiled wryly. “Fine, we’re kinda financially… going through a rough patch,” She admitted. “But we’re not the only ones going through this type of financial bump. Eren and Mikasa, Sasha and Connie, Reiner and Bertholdt, Petra and Oluo…” Hange trailed off. “I mean okay Armin and Annie looked like they were doing fine but back in the supermarket, they looked kinda confused too.”

“A failing grade is a failing grade.”

“But Levi, they can’t fail the whole class.” Hearing that Hange was somehow very reassuring.

Hange was right. Teachers can’t fail a whole class and Levi was aware of two methods teachers tend to employ when dealing with an underperforming class: employ a curve or give extra credit.

Levi should have known though from his short yet very tumultuous few weeks with that adulting program that a curve would have seemed a little too merciful for their teachers.

With the uncomfortable look Erwin gave the class, Levi was sure at least a majority of the class had fucked up financially. How exactly, he was unsure.

Right after they had finished their own mini oral exam, Levi had fallen into a trance. A trance, trying to think up a back up life just in case he never manages to graduate high school or make it to college.

Misery though loves company. Especially when it’s a whole class failing. Levi was not the type to want to wish misfortune on anyone else. Being as completely idiotic and dense as he and Hange were though, Levi found himself grateful for the unfortunate situation the class found themselves in,

“It looks like a lot of you are struggling financially. Zeke and I had a quick talk about this actually…”

Levi’s blood ran cold at the name, Zeke. At that point, he didn’t know if he hated Zeke or he hated Math. Looking back at Zeke’s unfavorable personality, he was guessing probably both.

“And we realized it would be beneficial if we introduce the possibility of finding other sources of income which would be a good lesson in financial management.”

There were some sighs of disappointment among the class. Levi empathized. In fact, he probably would have joined them as well if he weren’t so jaded by the course of events already. Still, a small part of him had hoped as well that they would just raise their salaries.

That was the equivalent of a curve though and Levi somehow knew, grading on the curve was just not Erwin’s style.

“So I am introducing two options to increase your income. One is through investments which will be taught by Zeke another day and another one is through this ‘new system’ I thought out.” Erwin looked a little too proud of that ‘new system.’

“We will be offering extra tasks you may choose to take around the school, these include cleaning, admin tasks, lab work and anything else the teachers may need help done. Each task will have a corresponding pay which can be added to your income for that month.”

So it’s exploitable free labor. Levi thought to himself. He was sure he wasn’t the only one thinking of that. Everyone in the room was desperate though. In the end, despite the questionable set up, it had come out looking like a gesture of generosity from their teacher. Levi saw that in the way a lot of the students around him looked relieved to hear that announcement.

“Or we can just choose to budget within our means?” Annie spoke up from her place on the front next to Armin. She was notably calmer than a lot of people in the room. Levi had suspected for a while though that Armin and Annie weren’t in as much trouble financially.

“I’m sure though a lot of you would want to earn more money,” Erwin said, a knowing smile on his face. “You can exchange these for this thing I will be introducing called ‘disposable income tokens’ and if you collect enough, you can get a free ticket out of doing one of the modules or the pop quizzes of the week of your choice.”

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The Set Up - Harry Styles One Shot (Part 6)

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The 10th anniversary issue of The Mixtape was now on newsstands and the response from your loyal readers as been amazing. Everyone was taking to social media talking about it and adding their favorite memories. Things in the office were a bit slower now, but there was still plenty of work to do. Booking artists for interviews and covers, pitching article ideas, and new themed issues.

Your relationship was still in the honeymoon phase, but you knew at some point soon that would most likely fade away. Especially since he was starting tour in less than a week. You two still had yet to have a conversation about what it would entail in regards to your relationship. Would there be rules or expectations for one another? Would there be days that go where you two wouldn’t speak? How would you handle a disagreement?

There was so much unknown information that you were a little worried. You had already wrote down every single tour date in your calendar, trying to match up with your own schedule so that you could fly out for a week at a time. You also made sure to note any of his off weeks, so that you didn’t overbook yourself for when he was home.

Mentally, you are prepared to work as hard and as much as you could while he was gone, so that you were able to take off when you needed it. Of course, you knew that you couldn’t work yourself to death, but the motivation was there. You were at the office, going through a hoard of emails when your boyfriend poked his head in the office, holding two cups of coffee and a muffin.

“Hey,” You smiled getting up from your desk. “What are doing here?”

“Just thought I’d pop in and see my girl,” he smiled. “And bring her a little something.”

“I was just about to grab a refill, so thank you,” you smiled taking one of the cups from him.

“I figured,” he smiled putting his hand on your waist.

You smiled giving him a quick kiss, “So, what’s on your agenda today?”

“I’m having lunch with my sister,” he said leaning against your desk.

“Oh, that’ll be fun,” you said sipping your coffee.

“Yeah, I try to spend a little bit more time with her before tour, since it’ll be a while till I’m able to see her,” he said. “She doesn’t come out on tour much anymore.”

“Hm, that’s nice,” you smiled. “I remember her taking about it being weird for her, not always getting to talk or see you.”

He nodded, “Sometimes the time differences get in the way or our schedules. We at least will text here and there. In fact, sometimes we talk more while I’m tour than when I’m not,” he laughed.

You nodded, “Interesting.”

“Hey, but don’t worry,” he said. “That won’t happen with us. Don’t tell Gem, but I’d much rather talk to you, over her,” he winked.

You laughed, “I will definitely not tell her that or she’ll kick your ass.”

“That she would,” he laughed. “Oh, there is another reason, I stopped by because I talked to my Mum this morning and she wants me to come stay with her for a few days. I usually do that as well before tour, sometimes she comes here and stays with me or Gem, others I go up there. She also wanted me to invite you.”

“Oh, I’d love to go,” you smiled. “But only if you want me to go. I don’t want to impose on a mother son time.”

“You won’t be, besides I feel like she’d be happier spending time with you than me,” he laughed.

“Just let me know the dates and I’ll make sure everything’s good to go here,” you said.

“Will do,” he smiled. “Oh, one more thing and I’ll let you get back to work.”

“Yes?” You giggled.

“Stay over tonight?” He asked. “I missed having my favorite breakfast this morning.”

You looked at him confusion on your face, causing him to laugh, “You, baby,” he smirked.

“Behave!” You laughed.

“It’s true though,” he said. “I have to get it while I can before I have to go without it.”

“Well, when you put it that way,” you smirked wrapping your arms around his shoulder, “I’ll be at your place as soon as I’m finished here.. and who says we have to wait until breakfast.”

“I love the way you think,” he smirked pressing his lips against yours.

Harry left your office and headed straight to where he was meeting his sister. His mind was already thinking what would be taking place that nigh once you arrived at his home and he knew he needed to put that on the back burner before lunch with his sister. So, instead he thought about how your face at looked when he mentioned the tour and lack of communication with his family.

Looking back, he probably shouldn’t have said what he did because while you were trying to hide it he could tell it bothered you. He really need to talk to you about what to expect on tour, but every tour was different, every relationship was different. To be fair, he hadn’t had many experiences with relationships on tour and they all obviously didn’t end well. In the past, he either didn’t have a super serious relationship with someone while on tour or he just didn’t even bother.

That was mostly the younger side of him, still getting used to both the new found limelight and hectic schedule both on and off tour. But he really wanted this relationship to work with you. Going into it, he knew it was mostly a bad idea to pursue anything knowing he was leaving in a few months time, but he couldn’t help it. There was a undeniable connection he felt with you, even if in the beginning he tried to deny it. He could have at easily said he didn’t want it to become serious until he came back, but that wasn’t fair to you or to him.

While he knew he should discuss the tour with you, he was going to keep it to himself a little bit longer. Yes, it was like the pot calling the kettle black because he had been upset with you not telling him about The Mixtape party, but this was different. He was afraid if he told you everything that could go wrong or how hard it could be, that you would freak out and end it before it even began.

However, would that actually be for the best? Would laying it all out there in the beginning, letting you make the choice of sticking it out or walking away, help prevent him from getting his heartbroken yet again? Sure, it would fucking suck, losing you now, but at least it would be before he had fallen head over heels in love with you.

Which, honestly, wouldn’t be too long now. It was crazy to think that way, he knew it. You two were still in the honeymoon phase, so it was mostly infatuation still, but he could honestly say he never felt what he was feeling with anyone else. Even people he dated long term. Maybe it was because you knew his family or maybe it was because you two were “made” for each other.

He didn’t necessarily believe in love at first sight or soulmates, but he did believe that there was someone who fit in your missing piece. Someone who made you feel complete, who standing next to him for years to come, and he could see you as that person. Now, that his mind was a little more clearer he headed into the restaurant grabbing a table for two.

“You’re late,” Harry smirked when his sister finally arrived.

“By two bloody minutes,” she rolled her eyes. “I can count on both hands and foot how many times you’ve been late.”

“I believe that’s a bit of an exaggeration,” he said.

“Except it’s not,” she laughed.

“Anyway, I ordered us drinks,” he said.

“Drinks, or drinks,” she smirked.

“The former,” he said. “No one needs you drunk at eleven am.”

She rolled her eyes shaking her head, “Now, let’s get down business.”

“Let me guess, you’re going to grill me about Y/N this entire time, right?” He sighed dramatically.

“Yeah, I am,” she said. “Neither of you have given me any information! I know you two are seeing each other and you were all lovey fucking dovey at The Mixtape party the other night, so just fucking tell me already.”

“Tell you what?” He smirked. “That we’re fucking?”

“Ew! What? No, I do not need to know that,” she said. “If it was Y/N and anyone else, I’d be all for the details, but not when it’s with my baby brother.”

He laughed shaking his head, “Um, so does this mean she’s talked to you about details of her sexual past before?”

“Yeah, I’m not going there,” she said.

“What? It’s a question. I’m not asking for details. I’d rather not know them, actually,” he said. “I just want to know if you two did talk about that before...”

“Yes, I mean it’s not like we sit down and have a formal tea and chat about it, but it’s been mentioned before usually when drinks involved,” she said.

“Hmpf,” he mumbled.

“Don’t be doing that,” she said.

“Doing what?” He asked all innocently.

“Getting jealous over past relationships,” she said. “It’s not like she’s the only person you’ve shagged either, yet you don’t see her trying to get information.”

“Whatever. I’m not getting jealous, one, and two, I’m not asking for information, I was just asking a simple question,” he said.

“Yeah, and denial is just a big fat river in Egypt,” she rolled her eyes.

“No, by The Nile River is,” he smirked.

“For fuck’s sake, just answer my previous question,” she groaned. “Are you and Y/N together yet?”

“If you’re asking whether she’s my girlfriend, then yes, the answer is yes,” he said.

“Yes! I fucking knew it,” she smirked. “When you two get married, please be sure to thank me. I take cash, checks, gift cards.”

He rolled his eyes, “Shouldn’t you just be happy that both your best friend and brother are happy?”

“Oh, I am. Extremely happy, but I can also be ecstatic that once again I was right,” she smirked.

Harry laughed taking a bite of his just delivered food.

“So, tour,” Gemma said after a bit. “How are you feeling about that?”

“Excited, nervous, the usual feelings,” he said.

“How Y/N’s feeling about the tour?” she asked.

“Um, I don’t really know her exact feelings,” he said. “We’ve not talked about it.”

Gemma sighed looking at him, “You leave next week.”

“I know, I know,” he sighed. “It just hasn’t really come up.”

“Because you haven’t brought it up,” Gemma said. “You need to talk to her about it, ASAP.”

“Why are you so adamant about this?” Harry asked. “Did she say something?”

“Look, I’m not going to get in between the two of you, I promised her I wouldn’t, but I will say this,” she said. “Just talk to her, please. Reassure her that things will be okay and that you two will work things out if they don't.”

“Is she worried it’s not going to work out?” He asked. “Gem, you can’t just tell me this shit half ass, please tell me.”

“Fuck me,” she groaned. “Before the two of you became official, she was a little hesitant on some things when it came to do the tour. She didn’t know how you felt about getting in or having a relationship on tour. She also may have asked about your other relationships and I might have told her there weren’t many to begin with and that the ones that were, there were problems.”

“Bloody hell, Gemma, why would you tell her that?” He sighed.

“Because it’s the truth, which she should have heard for you,” she pointed out. “So, that’s why I’m telling you to just sit down and have an honest conversation with her.”

He sighed sitting back in his seat, “Yeah, I’ll talk to her.”

Harry stared at the food in the skillet as it cooked, his mind wandering off to his talk with his sister. Ever since he left lunch with her, his mind raced with all sorts of thoughts. What if you were second guessing being with him and his fear of you walking out was bound to happen? He also wondered what else you talked to his sister about. He knew she would never break your trust, even if she slightly did during lunch, but if it was anything bigger, he knew she would never spill.

He understood why and he would never intentionally ask or invade your privacy like that, but it still didn’t make the possibilities of conversations lead his mind. He heard the buzzer at the gate, signaling that you had arrived. He had given you the guest code, so you were able to get in, but it still alerted him when someone had arrived. He was thankful for that in that moment because it gave him time to try and clear his mind and put on a front that everything was okay until he had to bring up the topic of conversation.

The doorbell rang, “It’s open!” He shouted from the kitchen.

A few seconds later, the front door opens and he could instantly smell your perfume. He smiled a bit knowing you were there, but deep down there was a feeling in his gut.

“Hey, baby,” you smiled walking into the kitchen. “Dinner is smelling amazing.”

“Thank you,” he smiled. “It should be ready in a bit.”

You smiled wrapping your arms around his waist and given him a kiss, “Hm, how was lunch with Gem?”

“Well, our conversation was centered around you,” he said.

“Ah, so I take you finally told her we’re together?” You asked.

“I did,” he said. “She told me we better thank her if we ever get married,” he laughed.

“She would,” you laughed.

“How was the rest of your day?” He asked. “Everything good at the office?”

“Well, everyone was certainly in good moods thanks to the hoards of coffee, bagels, and muffins, my boyfriend dropped off today,” you laughed.

“Happy everyone enjoyed it,” he smiled.

You kissed his cheek, “Do you need any help?”

“No, I’m good,” he said.

“Okay, then I’m going to go freshen up and change, I’ve had enough of these tight ass for the day,” you laughed.

He smirked, “Your ass definitely looks good in them though.”

You laughed, “I’ll be right back.”

He nodded giving you one more kiss before letting you go and head into the bedroom. He sighed, taking a deep breath before putting the food onto plates and taking it over to the table. Less than five minutes went by when you returned wearing leggings and an old concert t-shirt.

“Just in time,” you smiled sitting down.

“Want some wine?” He asked.

“Actually, I think I’m just going to have some water,” you said.

He nodded bringing over a glass of water before joining you at the table.

Dinner was usually quiet only the sounds of forks clinging and glasses being placed on the table. You could tell something was off and you wondered what had happened between this morning and now. The only thing would be his lunch with Gemma and with him saying they talked about you.

“You know despite Gemma’s previous warning, you aren’t that terrible of a cook,” you smirked looking over at him.

He playfully glared at you with a laugh, but you could tell it was forced. When both of you were finished, you took your plate into the kitchen, “I’ll clean up,” you smiled.

“You don’t-” he said.

“No, I don’t, but I want to,” you smiled. “Then I’ll meet you over on the couch.”

“Okay,” he nodded.

After you finished cleaning up the kitchen, you poured yourself a glass of wine before going over to the couch where Harry was sitting.

“So, you want to tell me what’s bothering you?” You asked turning to face him.

“What do you mean?” He asked sipping his wine.

“You know what I mean,” you said. “You’re acting different, standoffish a little. You barely said anything during dinner and now you won’t even look at me. Did I do something?”

He sighed putting the glass of wine on the coffee table, “I want you to be honest with me, did you think about not pursing a relationship with because of me going on tour?”

“Gemma?” you sighed.

“Don’t-Don’t be upset with her, she didn’t really say those exact words, but I sort of got the feeling that’s where she was going,” he said.

You sighed, “I didn’t say those exact words either,” you said. “We had this conversation before we even got together. It was while you were New York, she asked me how things were going and if I saw us going somewhere. I told her, I didn’t know because I didn’t know if you even wanted it to go somewhere because you would be going on tour.”

“Why would you think that?” He asked.

“I don’t know, I don’t know how that works,” you said. “I mean, maybe you don’t like having to worry about having someone back at home, having to make time to call them or something...”

“What do you mean not worry about having someone back at home?” He asked. “What do you think I fuck around or something?”

“What? No, I don’t-” you said.

“Then what?” He said. “It makes no fucking sense on why you would think I would’t want a girlfriend just because I’m going on tour.”

“Well, in case you forgot, you said it yourself just this morning, that you even have a hard time staying in touch with your family,” you said. “So, it does make sense that I would think you wouldn’t want another person to add to that list.”

“Touring is part of my life, Y/N,” he said. “If I thought that way, then I’d never have a girlfriend, or ever get married unless I quit that part of my life and I don’t ever see myself doing that. Not until I’m dead or people stop coming to my shows, which ever happens first.”

“We had just met, Harry, we had only been on one date and had a few phone conversations,” you said. “How was I supposed to know any of that? I didn’t even know what was going to come of us anyway.”

“Oh, so you didn’t think we’d get together? Why?” He asked.

“Damnit, Harry,” you sighed. “Did you? Listen to yourself, this conversation with Gemma happened months ago. And for the record, you’re worried about that conversation, yet you’ve done nothing in the present to set my mind at ease about you going on tour and what that means for us.”

“What are you worried about?” He asked. “Why are you freaking out about it?”

“Because my boyfriend is about to leave for months on end and I don’t know how often I’ll get to see him or talk to him,” you said. “And that maybe, just maybe, since I won’t be around, he’ll forget about me and all of this will have been for nothing.”

“How can you think that?” He asked. “I don’t know what you’ve experienced before in your past relationships, but I’m not some sort of fucking out of sight, out of mind person. If I’m with you, you’re all I’m thinking about. I don’t care if it’ll be two days or two fucking months since seeing or speaking with you, I will still be thinking about you.”

“You say that now,” you said. “But you don’t know how you’ll feel two months from now.”

He shook his head, “If anyone should be worried about it’s me,” he said. “How do I know that you won’t be the one looking for something else with me gone, huh? You could easily meet someone here, who would sweep you off your feet, someone who could be at your beck and call all the fucking time and not thousands of miles away. So, if there should be anyone worried about being in relationship while I’m tour, it’s me.”

“Oh, so now you think I’m going to be the one who fucks around on you?” You asked.

Harry didn’t say anything, but his silence said enough.

“Wow,” you laughed darkly. “Never once did I think you would actually cheat on me because I trust you, but apparently you don’t trust me. So, you know what, I’m just going to leave and go back to my flat, while you figure you own shit out, but just know, I refuse to be with someone who doesn’t trust me.”

Harry sighed, not saying anything, as your grabbed your bag to leave. You paused at the door, hoping he would say something, but he didn’t, so you walked away.

And he let you.

The next morning you were pissed, beyond pissed, so you got up first thing to head into the gym. Your trainer was there waiting for you with a punching bag and your gloves. You had waited up most of the night, wondering if Harry would call you to talk things over, but not even a single text message was sent your way.

“Rough night?” He asked while he taped up your hand and wrist.

“Didn’t get much sleep,” you sighed.

“So, that’s why I received a text at two in the morning,” he laughed.

“Yep, thought I might need to punch some shit around,” you said.

“That’s what I’m here for,” he smirked. “Just don’t mess up the money maker.”

“I’d never,” you joked. “On purpose, at least.”

Over an hour later, you were drenched with sweat and your muscles were on fire.

“Bloody hell, who pissed you off,” he said shaking his head.

You sighed chugging down some water, ignoring his question.

“Let me guess, boy troubles?” He asked.

“How’d you know?” You said sitting next to him, wiping your face down with a towel.

“I’ve had my share of ‘em,” he laughed.

“I bet,” you laughed.

“So, want to share?” He asked.

“Let’s just say we’re experiencing our first fight,” you said.

“Ah, the honeymoon phase is over,” he said.

“I wouldn’t say completely over, just paused at the moment,” you said.

“Well, punching the shit out of a bag and my hands, will help a bit,” he said. “But you know what actually will help.”

“Sitting around a campfire and talking our shit out?” You scoffed.

“Yes,” he laughed. “And then makeup sex, lots and lots of makeup sex.”

“I take it you’ve had a fair share of that, too,” you smirked.

“Yep,” he grinned.

“I better get going,” you said. “I need to shower, change, and get to the office.”

“And call the boyfriend,” he asked.

“At some point,” you said.

Harry knew he fucked up as soon as you saw you walking out of the door. He knew he should have went after you, brought you back inside, and talked all that shit through. But he didn’t. He knew he should have called you, even texted you, to make sure you got home okay, but he didn’t. He tossed and turned in his bed all night. Your perfume still lingered in the air.

Once the sun lit through his bedroom room, he decided to just get out of bed. He put on some jogger pants, his trainers, and a hoodie before making his way into the kitchen to make himself some coffee. He looked at his phone wondering if you had sent him anything, but there was nothing. Not that he blamed you.

He needed to make this right, if there was ever a chance the two of you to come out of this still together. But first, he needed to clear his mind and to do that he needed to run. He put on some music, grabbed his keys, and headed out. Usually, he just ran a few times throughout his neighborhood, staying close, but that day he ended up running further and further away until he was standing outside of your office building.

It wasn’t entirely too far from his house, but further than he had run one way before. He saw you from the other side of the street, walking up the street, and into the building. He fought the urge to walk over to you for two reasons. He knew talking about last night at your job was not good for either one of you and two because he really wished he could kiss you and make it better.

After realizing he wasn’t going to actually do anything there, he decided to turn around and head back to his house. When he arrived back, he was dripping with sweat, after downing an entire glass and a half of water, he headed up to take a shower. He leaned his hands against the wall as he let the water rush over him. His mind wander to you and the situation again.

He still didn’t know how to make this right, but he knew someone who could help him figure it out.

By that afternoon, Harry had driven to his mother’s house, a few days earlier than planned. He hadn’t told her much, just that he wanted to be there a few days ahead of time. When she had mentioned you, he simply said it was because you couldn’t get off work, which technically wasn’t a lie.

When he arrived, he brought his bags into his room, before meeting his mother in the backyard for some snacks. Harry grabbed some cookies to nibble on while his mother looked over at him.

“What happened?” she said.

“What? Can’t a loving son come and visit his mother without there being anything wrong?” He asked

“Normally, yes,” she said. “But you can’t hide anything from me. I can see it in your eyes that something’s up. Did something happen between you and Y/N?”

He sighed, “We had our first fight last night.”

“I can’t say that I didn’t see that coming,” she sighed.

“Oh, but you and Gemma were just so sure we’re meant to be,” he rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she said. “I meant that the honeymoon, fairy tale love phase doesn’t last forever. All relationships have shit they go though, it’s what makes them grow. You don’t have to tell me what happened in detail if you don’t want to, but I will say the one way this works out for you two is if you talk through it. The way you handle a fight or an argument is what will make or break your relationship.”

“So, you’re saying coming up here was a mistake?” He asked.

“No, I’m not,” she said. “What I am saying, is you should call Gemma and have her bring Y/N up, so you two can talk it out.”

He sighed nodding.

“Now, do it,” she said.

“Yes, Mum,” he said.

Everything happened so fast, you don’t even remember how you got in the car and was on your way up to Anne’s house. All you remember is Gemma calling and telling you to back a bag. Gemma could be very scary and persuasive when she wanted something. You figured it had to with what was going o between you and Harry and while you thought it should stay between the two of you, you knew she wouldn’t know anything about it unless Harry had told her.

At least he was talking to someone about it. What you didn’t see coming was that she was driving you up to Anne’s house, which Anne knew something was up. You didn’t know how this would work between you and Harry if you needed other people to help you work out your shit, especially when it was your first fight. During the drive, neither your or Gemma really said anything.

It felt awkward, but you really didn’t know what to say. You couldn’t exactly blame Gemma for what happened, but part of it was a little bit her fault. When you arrived at Anne’s house, you felt nervous, not sure what you were walking into. Either you would be able to work things out and move on, or things would be over before they even really started. And you knew you wouldn’t be able to handle the latter, especially when your only way back home was either with Gemma or Harry.

Harry’s legs bounced up and down in anticipation as he waited for you to arrive. He wasn’t even sure how it happened, but Gemma was able to get you to come with her. He wasn’t sure how this was going to go or how you would respond to having to sort everything out at his mother’s house. God, he felt like a stupid, immature child, running to his mother’s house.

What if you thought the same way, but surely if you did, you wouldn’t have agreed to come. He heard a car pulling up in the driveway and he knew it was you. Anne had already said she and Gemma would leave for a few hours, so that you two could work this through without an audience. He just hoped that things would get worked out.

The backdoor opened and he turned around seeing you standing there.

“Hey,” he whispered.

“Hi,” you whispered back.

“Um, do you want to have a seat? Want some water or something?” He asked.

You shook your head, “I want to know why I’m here.”

“Because you and I both know we need to talk about what happened last night,” he said.

“And we couldn't have done that in London?” You said. “Or last night? You know instead of just letting me walk out, you had to drive up here and then have your sister bring me up here? What the fuck, Harry!”

“I know! I know, okay, I fucked up,” he said. “Both last night and doing all this, but I just... I needed some time to think and I came up here to see my Mum, since I was already coming up soon anyway. We talked a bit and then I asked Gem if she could get you up here because I figured you wouldn’t come on your own.”

“That’s pretty fucked up you know,” you snapped. “And the fact that you could talk to other people about last night, but not me, how do you think that makes me feel especially after you accused me of being the one to fuck up the relationship.”

“I didn’t fucking say that!” He snapped back.

“Yeah, well maybe not in those words exactly, but the imply was fucking there,” you said.

“For fuck’s sake, I’m trying to make this better between us,” he shouted.

“Well, shit isn’t going to get better unless we actually talk shit through!” You shouted.

“Fine! Fine, if we’re going to talk, can we just stop yelling for five damn minutes!” He sighed.

“Fine,” you said.

“Good,” he responded.

Both of you stood there trying to calm down for a bit. Harry ran his hand through his hair before looking back over at you.

“Look, I’m sorry,” he said. “for everything, I know that’s not going to make everything go away, but-”

“It’s a start,” you sighed.

“I know,” he nodded.

“Did you really mean it?” You asked. “Do you really think I would just forget about you and find someone else?”

“It wouldn’t be the first time,” he sighed.

You sighed walking closer to him placing your hand on his shoulder. The closer you got, you could see the hurt, worry, and tears in his eyes.

“I like you,” you whispered. “A lot.. hell, more than I’ve probably liked anyone, this fast before. When I’m with you, I’m happy. You make me laugh, you make me smile, you make me feel stupid butterflies in my stomach. There is no one else that could ever make me feel like that and even if there was, I wouldn’t want them. I only want you.”

“You say that now,” he whispered.

“Yeah, I do,” you said. “And I’m going to say that tomorrow and the next day and probably in the next two months and beyond that. Neither of us know what’s going to happen the future, that’s why we have to trust one another and communicate with each other, we’ll be set.”

He put his hands on your face, looking into your eyes, “I know I overreacted, but I just... the thought of losing you scares the shit out of me. I’ve never felt this way about anyone and I don’t want to lose how I feel whenever I’m around you or think about you.”

“You’re not going to lose me,” you whispered. “Not unless you keep saying stupid shit,” you laughed a bit.

He laughed a smile tugging at his lips before placing his forehead against yours, “And you’re not going to lose me, either. I’m not going to forget about you, I could never,” he whispered.

“Well, I am pretty rememberable,” you smirked.

He laughed, “A little bit, yeah.”

“I think we both know it’s more than a little bit,” you smirked.

“Does this mean we’re okay?” He whispered pushing hair away from your face.

“It means we’re going to be okay,” you whispered. “I can’t just get over it and I don’t expect you to either, but this is a start that we need to get over it.”

He nodded, “I’m sorry I made you come up here... If you want to go back to London, I’ll pay for you to go back.”

“No, it’s okay,” you said. “I don’t mind staying unless you don’t want me too.”

“I want you to stay,” he smiled.

You nodded, “So, um... Gem said her and your mum were leaving for a few hours,” you said.

“Yeah, Mum wanted to give us space to talk it out,” he said.

“Well, we’ve only used about an hour and half for this conversation... so I’d assume they won’t be back for at least another hour or so, right?” You smirked.

“I’d assume you’re right,” he said. “Where are you going with this?” He laughed.

“Why don’t you take me up to the bedroom and find out,” you smirked.

“Are you sure?” He asked. “We don’t-”

“Oh, well, I mean... if you’re not hungry, we can just sit on the couch, watch netflix or something,” you said innocently.

“Fuck that,” he laughed picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” You laughed holding onto his shirt. “I could have walked.”

“Just getting you used to this mode of transportation ,” he smirked. “Because you won’t be able to walk by the time we’re finished.”

“That a promise?” You smirked.

“Oh, I always keep my promises, babe,” he said.

And with that you both went up to his the bedroom, where he fact, kept his promise, which would eventually make for an awkward family dinner later that night.

Sooo... I’m thinking the next part will be the set up for him going on tour and then maybe having a second serious of them dealing with being on tour together... what do y’all think?

#One Direction Imagines #Harry Styles Imagines #Harry Styles One Shot

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* KAYLEE BRYANT, CISWOMAN + SHE/HER | you know SUZIE TANAKA, right? they’re TWENTY-ONE, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, EIGHTEEN YEARS? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to VALENTINE BY HOPE TALA like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole ROLLERSKATES SCUFFED FROM YEARS OF USE, STARTING A JOURNAL ENTRY TWO YEARS SINCE THE LAST ONE, A SIGH OF RELIEF ONCE YOU'RE FINALLY ALONE thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is NOVEMBER 28TH, so they’re a SAGGITARIUS, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( claire, 22, est, she/her )

it’s me again ! bringing a character who i’ve played for a while now, just switched up & such for every rp, and now , i’m bringin her here. :^) i hope you enjoy her as much as i do! tw: mentions of mental illness (anxiety)

𝐈. ━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 .

full name: suzie tanaka. nickname(s): su, anything your muse wants to call her tbh. age: twenty-one. date of birth: november 28th. zodiac sign: saggitarius. gender/pronouns: ciswoman, she/her. sexual orientation: bisexual. romantic orientation: biromantic. hometown: san francisco, californio. current residence: irving, north carolina. occupation: part time waitress at cutie pie’s thanks to her skills on skates. full time student at the local college in her junior year as a creative writing major. she minors in film pro eye color: brown. hair color/style: dark brown, upper-mid back length & she usually just wears it in a simple ponytail. it’s more manageable when she’s out. however, when she’s at home, she’ll leave it down. height : 5′3″. clothing style: you can’t really put suzie’s style into one category. it’s inspired by several different eras & many times she pieces it together. some might call it a bit tacky at times, but she thinks it looks cute. to her, that’s all that matters. tattoos: none. probably could never attempt to get one cause she’s seriously afraid of needles lol. piercings: her ears and that’s when she was fairly young. reference the tattoos portion for reasoning.

𝐈. ━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 .

when you were around six years old , you first realized that you were lonely. it wasn’t like you weren’t around other people. it was just that those people were mostly your mom and dad. occasionally your cousins would come over sometimes, but they were all older than you by at least four years. your parents were kind of eccentric, and for that, they experienced how harsh other kids could be very early on. they decided they didn’t want you to experience the same things, so since both were felt they were prepared enough to do so, they homeschooled you to keep you sheltered from those types of things.

you’re sure they had good intentions. that’s not something you questioned, but you wished they’d at least find another kid you could be friends with or have another kid. you found yourself bored by yourself, so you immersed yourself in things like books or whatever movies they had around the house. this is where your love of fairytales began, and you’d fantasize about living in one while you read or watched the stories unfold.

you lived in your head, and you still pretty much do. you’re an idealist, even though you haven’t seen much of the world. perhaps it’s the fact that you haven’t ventured very far from your home that makes you so, and while life could still be boring, you always had another book or movie to keep you company. you grew content being on your own, and the more that you were, the more you began to enjoy your own company.

that didn’t change the fact that you longed for friends. in all the stories you read or watched, the protagonist had one other person along with them for much of their journey. sure, you had people that you were friendly with, but it was never to the extent that you wanted. it was never a best friend or a close group — just someone you saw on few occasions. it also didn’t help how you felt when you were around others. the way you monitored every step you took, the way you crossed your legs, or going over the way you would speak to someone in your head over and over. you figured for the longest time it was because you were shy, but a diagnosis of anxiety gave you a lot more clarity and almost a sense of relief. those things started to make more sense.

being alone helped a lot when it came to academics. you spent a lot of your time studying or looking up random ass facts on the internet, and because of this, you’d call yourself fairly smart. you know your shit. it also helped a lot when getting into colleges. you didn’t aim too high though, not yet comfortable being all the way on your own. so, you chose the nearby university to attend.

you move out. you’re excited, and your parents are nervous but prepared. they’re not oblivious to the fact that this day would come. you’re ready to go out and face the world, but most of all, you’re ready to make friends. you’re ready to go out and experience the world, every small step at a time. you’re convinced at college you’ll become a brand new person, find yourself, and make plenty of friends.

it doesn’t go like that at first. of course it doesn’t. it’s a new environment, and it takes getting used to. but soon, people loosen up and warm up to you. you’re quick to make a couple of friends. it isn’t at all like the stories you’d read or watched when you were younger. it is happy and fun and joyous, but you realize that friendships take work. it’s a bit exhausting, as someone who had become such an introvert, but you manage and form close bonds.

as of now, you are working on your degree and managing life one step at a time. you’re doing pretty well, and things are looking up. you keep your head in the clouds still to this day, imagining what the future will be like. you’re still idealistic and optimistic, not that that’s a bad thing.

𝐈. ━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 .

i was being exaggerative with the ‘being at home’ stuff rip. i mean, she did spend a lot of time at home, but she wasn’t always there. her dad would take her out to rockin’ and rollin’, and i mean, she fuckin rocks when it comes to skating. it was kind of freeing to her as a child. she def got a pair of rollerblades as a christmas present, and she probably was the kid skating down her neighborhood road and shit from sunrise until her mom told her to take her ass inside.

maybe seems like she’s ditzy and she’s probably somewhat naive, but she’s definitely not stupid. she’s also a fast learner. she is, however, too nice for her own good. she’ll learn eventually, but she’s hopeful and an optimist at heart 💔

loves her dad but tells her mom everything. she doesn’t recognize it, but her mom was probably her first best friend lmaoo. they have a really good relationship. she has a good relationship with her dad too. he’s a bit more closed off than her mom, and she recognizes that but understands.

has an irrational fear that everyone’s like,,, staring at her & thinking she’s weird. really wants everyone to like her but she’s not sure how to make that happen (news flash, it won’t)

her fam is actually from san francisco but when she was 3, her dad got a better offer in irving so that’s how they ended up here. she knows this & she wonders what life woulda been like if she stayed back in san fran. probably wouldn’t have changed but she literally lives in her head and imagines shit like that’s her job at this point so yehhh

dreams of being a screenwriter and maybe even a director one day. she saw how film and books influenced her life as a kid & she wants to have the same impact, yk? v cute to me i love that. maybe she’ll write a book one day too who knows

i’m feelin like she has a ton of online friends cause she was seeking connection /w people so it makes sense. shout out to all her online pals who kept her sane & shit, but it wasn’t enough for her cause she really wanted those kinds of things irl.

is a hopeless romantic rip to her. just wants someone to sweep her up off her feet and give her butterflies but this aint no damn fairytale so let’s make it chaotic

character parallels: lily (dash & lily, 2020) , amélie poulain (amélie, 2001) , belle in some ways lmao (beauty and the beast, 1991) more to be added.

𝐈. ━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 .

* friends, best friends, etc. — literally any friends at all. this is the connection she craves the most tbh. platonic over romantic periodt ! she just wants people to braid her hair and have deep, personal convos with about literally anything while legally blonde is on the television.

* a bad influence — i mean, she stayed inside mostly & is kind of an introvert. didn’t have tons of friends either, so she didn’t really have time to go to parties, etc. BE A BAD INFLUENCE SHE NEEDS TO LET LOOSE LMAOO. it’ll prolly take a lot to get her out but hey

* good influence — someone she’s a good influence on & who she helps in some way. i could see it happenin’. if you see it happening, i mean... hmu you know where i am mwah 💖

* crush — someone she’s head over heels with. i mean, it probably wouldn’t take a lot. in my head she be catching feelings way too fast. it’s just a thing, but yeah, it could go either way. maybe your character is into her too or she’ll end up getting her heart broken which is lmao bound to happen one day. could also be someone who’s crushing on her but she’s way to busy focusing all her romantic attention on someone else to notice? idk i’m just here for all the plots.

* annoyance — someone who finds her ass annoying/does not like her. she wants everyone to like her so it would be so confusing and upsetting and she would be like wtf did i do but i want it cause i love angst. sorry to all my muses out there luv yall but i’m just bein real

* again, anything at all — if you have an idea that you love, pls don’t hesitate to hmu and lemme know. i promise i will 99.9% of the time be down. the same goes for any wanted connection doodads that i reblog like if u see it and ur like omg i luv that... PLEASE hmu i luv u all already & just wanna have plots and write with you srsly

#irvingintro #well there u have it my last one done i am so THANKFUL AND HAPPY #takes a bow #the way it's almost 4 am see i did not lie i am up forever

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danielcooperrp · 3 years

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We Two Boys Together Clinging

Halfway through 19th Century American Poetry and Drew has a sensation with which he is all too familiar: eyes boring into the back of head. It doesn't matter how many times he's been gawked at in a restaurant or in the allergy aisle of CVS (hay fever is a bitch), the feeling of the little hairs on the back of his neck standing up never fails to make him want to slink into a hole and die. He tries to ignore it, tries to focus all of his attention on the professor, who is droning on about the difference between various editions of Leaves of Grass, but that only lasts so long. Eventually, he caves, and he turns to look.

He's not shocked when the dark eyes watching him quickly dart away—people are often abashed when they get caught staring—but it is a surprise when, a few moments later, they return to meet his. The face they belong to is handsome, warm, dark skin, a strong jaw, a slightly crooked nose that suggests some kind of trouble, and—oh. Two rows of perfect white teeth that he sees now because the face is grinning at him, an inviting, dangerous grin, and now Drew's the one looking away, his own cheeks glowing red. His eyes burn holes in his notebook—he hasn't written a word in so long, he'll have to research this edition issue on his own later—and the other guy's eyes burn holes in his skull.

Why is he looking at him like that? Drew hasn't said a thing all class, not that any of them would be able to get a word in edgewise. His eyes dart down to check his outfit; a little schnerdy, sure, but nothing that stands out in a Harvard classroom. He risks it again; a quick look back, and that smile is still waiting for him, this time a little softer, like he's happy he keeps getting caught.

By the time class ends, Drew is a sweaty mess. He has no idea what the professor said for the last half of that lecture, but he's not going to stick around to ask. He tosses his notebook and his copy of Whitman into his satchel and slides into the mass exodus from the room. He lets himself be carried toward the building exit by the river of hungry undergrads, hoping that he avoids whatever situation was brewing behind him in class, but the river comes to a screeching halt when everyone notices that it's pouring buckets outside. Those smart enough to plan ahead whip out their umbrellas and leave, and some who don't have any other choice lower their heads and shoulders as though preparing to take a charging bull head on and foray bravely into the downpour.

Drew doesn't have another class for forty-five minutes, and even though he was planning on getting lunch in the interim, he really doesn't want to get this sweater wet, so he decides to duck into an alcove and wait it out. He pulls out his phone, Googles the information he thinks he missed in class, and is halfway through an Encyclopedia Britannica article when someone clears their throat. He looks up and blinks owlishly. It's the teeth.

"Hi," the teeth say. "I'm Xander."

Drew stares. He doesn't know what to do with this information. During the rare instances someone deigns to talk to him, an introduction like "I'm Xander" is almost always followed by a request like "Can I get an picture?" or "Do you know where the bathroom is?", depending on if he's been recognized or not. But this...this is just warm brown eyes and a big shiny smile that he doesn't know what to with.

"Drew Cooper," he eventually blurts out, remembering that he is in fact a human person with a name. "Um. Hi."

Xander leans casually against the wall adjacent to Drew, the fabric of his shirt pulling tight over the bulk of his arms as he crosses them over his very muscular chest. "You know, I really liked what you had to say last week about the em dashes in Emily Dickinson's poems. How they're meant to give you space to breath but really end up making you feel breathless. Professor didn't know what do with that, but...I liked it."

What is happening what is happening what is hap— Drew swallows thickly. "Oh. Thanks. I, uh, visited the house in Amherst a lot growing up. School field trips, family weekends...I'm...familiar with her work."

Xander nods toward the corner of Leaves of Grass sticking out of Drew's satchel. "What about Whitman? He a favorite too?"

Drew shrugs. "Sure. Mostly 'Song of Myself' and 'Drum-Taps,' but generally...yeah, his language is...unparalleled." Drew pauses, unsure, and then continues. "Reading Whitman always reminds me that I need to look around more. That everything is beautiful if I let it be."

The smile grows bigger. "I really like the way you talk about poetry, Drew Cooper." Xander reaches into the JanSport he's got slung over one shoulder and pulls out an umbrella. "Want to talk about it over lunch?"

—————

It’s not until their third post-poetry class lunch that Drew finds out something interesting about his new friend. “Wait...you’re on the football team?”

Xander laughs, a loud, warm sound that makes Drew feel like he’s part of the joke instead of the butt of it. “Yeah, yeah, I’m on the football team.” Drew makes a face. “What?”

“Well...don’t take this the wrong way, but...” Drew swirls his spoon in his cup of clam chowder. “...is Harvard’s team any good?”

This earns a longer, louder laugh from Xander, who takes a bite of his grilled chicken when he’s done. “In the grand scheme of things? No. We go up against Auburn or Clemson and we’re getting our asses kicked, no questions asked. But against the teams we actually play? We’re not half-bad.”

“So what position do you play?”

“Tight end.”

“Oh, I know that one. That’s...an important one.”

Xander suppresses the laugh this time. “It’s okay, Cooper. You don’t have to pretend to like football.”

Drew scrunches his nose. “I’m sorry. I come from a sports family. My dad and my older sister, in particular, they’ll talk for hours about football or baseball or hockey...it all goes over my head.”

With a shrug, Xander says, “Well, you’ve got enough good stuff going on in that head. No need to waste brain space on stuff that doesn’t matter.”

Drew feels himself starting to flush, so he quickly tries to shift the focus. “Well what about you? If football doesn’t matter, why risk CTE for it?”

“Scholarships, Cooper! You think Harvard pays for itself? I got in on test scores, but test scores don’t get you out of loans. Football does.”

And doesn’t that make Drew feel so silly. He knows how unbelievably lucky he is, that he had every semester of higher education he could ever want at whatever university would take him paid for before he was even born. If he had the mind to, he could keep taking classes at Harvard or Yale or Oxford until he died and he’d never have to think about the cost. Xander actually has to work for his education, and Drew feels like a little kid in comparison.

—————

They’ve been in a little back corner of Lamont Library for a few hours now, bent over their respective texts as they work on assignments for different classes. Drew’s nose-deep in an anthology of Helen Hunt Jackson, while Xander’s scribbling away at equations for one of his insanely complicated math classes. They work in comfortable silence, and every once in a while Drew wonder how strange it is, the easy way they spend their days together.

At one point, Xander throws down his pencil in disgust. “That’s it. Cooper, I’m dropping out.”

Drew makes a face. “You’re not dropping out, Xander.”

“I am. No economics degree is worth this.” He gestures vaguely to his chicken-scratch math homework.

“I mean, you’re not going to hear an argument from me, the guy studying History and Literature.” Drew peeks at the equations. “Would it help if you explained it to me?”

Xander furrows his brows. “What do you mean?”

“I mean...my sisters always head more of a head for the STEM subjects, while I’ve always been better at...” He waves a hand over his poetry book. “...softer stuff. But when I was a kid, my dad, who’s, like, an insane science nerd to the max, would tell me to pretend that I was the science teacher and I had to teach him the homework. It really helped. Explaining out loud, going over each problem piece by piece, helped me understand it better.” He flushes. “It’s just a thought, though. You don’t have to...”

“On one condition.” Xander smirks. “You have to tell me all of your thoughts on Thoreau afterward.”

Drew can’t fight his grin. “Deal.”

—————

Drew’s schedule is light on Tuesdays, so he’s back in the apartment he shares with Aidan, about halfway between Harvard and MIT’s campuses. She’s here, too, ditching a class she claims is “beneath the mathematical sensibilities of a first-grader.” She and some friend Drew is sure he should know the name of are on their little balcony, sipping wine coolers and people-watching while Drew reads for his early Wednesday class. Mostly, really, he’s listening to them gossip.

“See her?”

“Blond ponytail?”

“No, by the crosswalk, with the dog. Don’t tell her you have a fake ID, she’ll narc on you in a heartbeat.”

“Get out!”

“Dead serious. Freshman down the hall got busted because of her.”

“What a bitch. Over there, those two: dating or siblings?”

“They’re practically identical, so I’m hoping siblings....Oh god, please let me be wrong...”

“Who’s that?”

“Where?”

“Coming down the sidewalk here.”

“He’s hot, whoever he is.”

“I’ll say.”

“Wait...why does he look familiar....”

“Wasn’t he at that party two weekends ago? The one on Banks Street?”

“Oh my god, that’s it, he’s on the Harvard football team!”

Drew’s head snaps up.

“Tell you what, he could score a touchdown any day. Look at those arms...Drew?”

Drew scrambles off of the couch and flings himself onto the balcony. Aidan gives him a wild look. “What the hell?”

Peering over the edge, Drew spies Xander just as he gets to the front door of their building. He doesn’t need to use the buzzer, because someone’s coming out. “Oh.”

“Drew?”

Ignoring his sister, Drew rushes back to the couch, where he grabs all of his books and notebooks and tosses them into his backpack. Then he races into his bedroom to grab shoes. “I, uh, have to go! Study thing!”

Aidan looks down to the street and back to her panicked twin. “Drew...are you friends with a football player?”

“No!” Drew squeaks. “Yes! I mean, yes, we are friends. We have a class together. I have to go!”

Aidan squints in suspicion as Drew charges out the door. When it slams shut behind him, her friend says, “Does he know his sweater is on backward?”

Aidan shrugs. “Not my business.”

—————

“Why do you hang out with me?”

It’s a hazy October afternoon, and Drew and Xander are hanging out in Flagstaff Park, studying. People call out to Xander as they walk by, and Xander gives them a friendly wave or a “Hey man!” but makes no move to get up and socialize. Drew knows he’s quiet, not the best conversationalist in the world, so he wonders.

“What do you mean?” Xander looks at him like he always does, like Drew is about to say something absolutely revelatory.

“I mean...shouldn’t you be hanging out with the rest of the football team? Is that what you’re supposed to do?”

Xander seems amused. “Is that what you want me to do?”

“No,” Drew answers too quickly. “I just...I don’t know. I’ve never had someone spend so much time with me who wasn’t a blood relative, that’s all. And it seems like you have a lot of friends so...I don’t know...forget it...” Embarrassed, he turns back to his history textbook.

A wide hand, fingers splayed, plops down over the pages, and Drew looks up to see Xander rolling his eyes. “I hang out with you so much, Cooper, because I like spending time with you, and also, I’m hoping that if I earn enough goodwill you’ll let me take you out to dinner at some point.”

Drew freezes. “I—what?”

“I mean, if you’re not into me, that’s fine. I’m a big boy, I can handle it. But the thing is, I think you are into me, which is great, because I’m into you too, but I don’t mind biding my time until you’re ready.”

Every single neuron in Drew’s brain is misfiring. “You’re—into me?”

“Man got himself into Harvard just to outshine the professors and he still can’t read what’s right in front of him.” Xander sighs. “Yes, Cooper, I am into you, and would like to start seeing you socially in a romantic capacity.”

“But...you’re on the football team!”

“I—what?” Drew just gapes at him. “Cooper...” Xander starts to laugh, slow at first, and then harder.

“Wait, why are you laughing at me?”

“It’s just...really refreshing to talk to someone as woefully out of touch as you are.”

“Hey!”

“Cooper, I dated a guy on the swim team for like two months last year. My being gay is...not news. To anyone.”

“Apparently not my sister,” Drew grumbles.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Drew shakes his head. Nothing is making sense. “Do you know...who I am?”

“...We’ve met, yeah.”

“No, I mean...my family.”

“Oh.” Xander shrugs. “Yeah. Did some light Googling. I mean, c’mon, a white boy as quiet and smart as you? I had to be sure you weren’t secretly a neo-Nazi or some shit.”

“I’m Jewish,” Drew mumbles, “but that’s not the point. You know...who I’m related to.”

“Yeah. Am I supposed to care?” Xander reaches out and takes Drew’s hand, interlaces their fingers together. Drew’s heart is pounding so hard in his ears he can barely hear Xander speak. “Cooper, I am an economics major. I don’t want to date you because your grandpa was a billionaire. I want to date you in spite of the fact that your grandpa was a billionaire.”

Drew chokes out a laugh. “Fair enough.”

“I mean, you’re cute and all, but don’t think I won’t eat you for sustenance when the class war starts.”

His laugh is louder this time. “Stop.”

“So what do you say?” A squeeze of the fingers, and a squeeze to his heart. “Drew Cooper, will you go on a date with me?”

Drew chews on his lip, and then he nods. “Yeah. Yeah I will.”

Then Xander grins his perfect white grin, and Drew knows he’s a goner.

#drabble #v1 #drew #xander #thenamesallison #i................spent hours on this #i did nothing today #where did this even come from wtf

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talpup · 3 years

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Summary: Yami Sukehiro just wanted to join the Magic Knights and make his mentor proud. He knew there would be trails. He knew trouble would come his way. Knew he would be faced with discrimination for being a foreigner and a peasant. What he didn’t know. Didn’t expect. Was that literal Chaos would come his way. That he and his mentor’s sister would be at the center of world ending trouble. Or that he would fall in love with his mentor’s sister and face more than discrimination; but the jealously of Nozel Silva who loved the same woman he did.

***Please remember this fic is rated mature and has warnings of violence, abuse, sexual tension, eventual sexual behavior, and other possible triggers.***

For a full list of story tags please check the fics AO3 (link to that at the top of my tumblrs homepage).

Notes:

And we're back! We hit the ground running with a little bit of everything in this chapter. Fun times, heartache, romance, angst, drama, fighting; you name it and it's probably in this chapter. As always, thanks for sticking with me on this ride, I hope you all enjoy.

Also, look at that book cover @simpingforthisonedeer friend made for this fic. It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen and am getting it printed as a poster to hang in my living room.

Book II

Dark

84.1

Greywright sat at his desk staring at the file of Bronn’s death. The case had been closed for over two and a half months and still it sat on his desk waiting for his final signature. The Knights Commander just couldn’t bring himself to sign the thing and let it be filed away. Not when Gilly’s crying screams still echoed in his mind. The woman deserved better. She deserved happiness. Bronn deserved better. Sure the man had been the most disrespectful and troublesome Magic Knight to have ever served under him. Bronn Rendel had been a pain in the ass whose only saving grace had been his loyalty to Jax. But, Bronn had been a Magic Knight. He had died serving and trying to protect his fellows. He deserved better than to be butchered and killed. He deserved better than to have his hands taken so they could be given and used by another through use of black magic.

Greywright hadn’t told Jax or Julius of this, but he was certain that the Ellara that he had spoken to as the sun set on the night of the Winter Solstice hadn’t truly been Ellara. That the person had been a transformation mage in her image. It had been more than the persons lacking knowledge of his army magics workings or the lack of differential title when referring to Sir Jorah. Though those two things had certainly been big tells.

Of course Greywright had no proof, but he was also certain Bronn had followed the real Ellara straight into a trap and his death. He was now positive that Ellara was working with the Agents of Chaos. And more sure than ever that she was using her magic to effect Sir Jorah to their will when needed. But, he had no way of proving it. Worse yet, Greywright had no one to go to. He couldn’t go to the other Magic Knight Captains. If they believed him, they would want to remove the Wizard King from power and that was something Greywright wasn’t ready to do. Not yet at least.

Despite Sir Jorah’s faults, which had certainly tried during the case of Zara Ideale’s murder, Greywright still had hope and faith in his Wizard King. He had sworn his life and loyalty to the man upon becoming his Knights Commander. And though Sir Jorah’s handling of certain matters would have made Greywright pause if faced with doing it all over again, he still would’ve sworn his life and loyalty to Sir Jorah.

A knock on the office door sounded.

Greywright closed Bronn’s file and put it back in the drawer before calling. “Enter.”

Kess entered, followed by Nozel. “You wanted to see me, sir? I brought my Vice Captain. He can wait outside if--”

“No need, Captain. You and your Vice Captain come in. Have a seat.” Greywright watched Nozel as the two sat. “I hope this promotion sits easier than the war time one that made you acting Captain.”

“It does, Commander. I hope to serve Captain Kess and the Silver Eagles well as Vice Captain.” Nozel said.

Greywright smirked at the formal response, wondering if Nozel ever loosened up or always spoke thus. “I have no doubt you will.” He turned to Kess. “Pyter was a good Captain. His leadership will be miss by more than just the Silver Eagles. But at least he bowed to his wife's demands and retired before the Star Awards. It’ll give us a chance to introduce you to the people without having to wait nearly six month like we have with Whilf. We’ll introduce you and the Purple Orcas Captain tonight before the squad rankings are announcement.”

“As you say, Commander.” Kess nodded.

“I know as Vice Captain, Pyter didn’t always expect you up there in the wings. But you won’t be in the wings this time Kess. As Captain you will need to be there at least thirty minutes before the first set of fireworks.”

Kess nodded again. “Understood, sir.”

“Feel free to ask me or your fellow Captains for assistance. We’ve all been where you are and would like to see you transition as smoothly as possible. Pyter was a fine Captain. You have some big boots to fill. But I’m sure you will, in you’re own way.”

“Thank you, sir.” Kess said, feeling both nervous and encouraged.

“Would you like to know where your squad ranked this year?” Greywright questioned.

Kess straightened in her seat. “I thought the Captains learned the rankings the same as everyone else. When they were announced at the Star Awards.”

“They do. All but Julius that is. For years one of his friends from Magic Investigations has been sneaking him the rankings early. But I have the rankings in front of me. Seeing as this will be your first time representing the Silver Eagles as Captain before the masses, I figured knowing where your squad ranked would ease some of those jitters.”

“Was Captain Pyter offered this his first year as Captain?” Kess questioned.

“Pyter was Captain for four months before the Star Awards. You’ve been Captain for less then one week.” Greywright said.

Kess considered the offer a moment. Knowing the rankings ahead of time would certainly help ease her nerves. But she couldn’t be sure this wasn’t some sort of test. Finally, she said. “Thank you, Commander. But I’d rather learn the rankings at the same time as everyone else.”

Greywright took his hand off the envelope that contained this years squad rankings. He should have expected Kess would decline. Kess, like every Silver Eagles Captain before her, was honorable and proud. Greywright was sure Pyter would have said the same his first year as Captain if he’d been made such an offer. Though if Pyter were still Captain, Greywright had no doubt the man would’ve accepted the knowledge with little question.

Greywright smiled, imaging Pyter’s response. The man hadn’t been ready to retire. But after nearly a month of both his wife’s and father’s incessant demands, Pyter had broken down and submitted to their will, handing in his letter of notice. Two months later and Pyter had stepped down, Kess taking command of the Silver Eagles. There had been no Captains Challenge for her. A rarity in the Magic Knights. And a shame for Kess as it was more of a welcoming and celebration than it was a test. But with the Star Awards coming up and three new Vice Captain's in Yami, Teris, and Fuegoleon, too much had been going on. There was also the fact that none of the Captain's or Vice Captain's had felt much like celebrating. Bronn might have been hated by most; but the manner of his death had put a damper on everything. Quince’s lingering injuries making him officially have to step down as the Crimson Lions Vice Captain had added to the Magic Knights somber mood.

They all needed this Star Awards, Greywright thought. A time to forget the bad, celebrate, and have some fun. Greywright nodded at Kess in return. “As you like, Captain. Just don’t be late.”

“I won’t.” Kess assured.

“Dismissed.”

Kess and Nozel stood, both saluting the Magic Knights Commander before they exited.

Once out in the hall, Kess asked Nozel. “Would you have taken that offer?”

“No.” Nozel said without hesitation.

The royals answer made Kess feel better about her response. She wondered yet again if it had been some sort of test. “I want you there, Vice Captain.”

Nozel lifted a brow. “Sir?”

“On the sidelines for the rankings announcement tonight.” Kess said.

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re not going to ask why?” Kess wondered.

“Doesn’t matter, Captain. You said you wanted me there. I will be there.” Nozel said.

Kess eyed the royal prince as they walked. Nozel Silva was difficult to read. Then again, he probably thought the same of her. They didn’t know each other well and Kess blamed herself for that. She knew that when she became Captain, Nozel would be her Vice Captain. The man was destined to be Captain of the Silver Eagles since the day he joined the squad. She should have put in more of an effort to get to know him. At least form a sort of working relationship. Then they wouldn’t be so stiff and unsure with each other now.

Wanting to get away from her Vice Captain, Kess said. “You have the day. See you an hour before the announcements begin. Don’t be late.”

Nozel watched his Captain turn around and head in the opposite direction. After being thrown into the deep end during the Nine Day War, being Vice Captain felt easy. Once things had calmed within the kingdom after the war, after the mess with the gang hired to kill him, Captain Pyter had begun giving him tasks that would see him prepared for his eventual role as a Captain in truth. Thanks to that training, Nozel was confidant in serving as Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles. Strangely, he wasn’t as confidant in serving as Kess’ Vice Captain.

He had always assumed comfort and personal knowledge of a person wasn’t necessary for a smooth and effective working relationship. But in serving as Kess’ Vice Captain for less than a week, Nozel had begun to reevaluate that thought process.

84.2

Tobin entered the dining hall and greeted Yami and Teris with a grin. “Vice Captain's.”

Teris looked up from her seat. “Are you going to get tired of that anytime soon?”

“Nope.” Tobin smirked.

“You could always order him to shut up.” Yami suggested.

“You were up early.” Tobin noted as he made his way to the serving table. He looked over his shoulder at Yami. “Being a Vice Captain whipping you into a proper Magic Knight?”

“Training.” Yami looked across the table at Teris, with a crooked grin.

Teris’ cheeks tinted ever so slightly.

Yami’s smirk grew. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t trained. And trained hard at that. His muscles still ached from the magical hits he had taken. But after… Yami smiled thinking of the after. His leg stretched out under the table to brush against Teris’.

Teris’ blush deepened, her own boot boldly rubbing against Yami’s calf.

Jax entered and nudged passed Tobin to serve first. Teris’ leg quickly pulled back as if caught playing footsie with Yami. Yami smirked and shook his head. Even if Jax could see what was happening under the table, he wouldn’t have cared.

Jax took his seat at the head of the table shoving down the ache of seeing Teris in Bronn’s old seat. At least it didn’t hurt as much as it had the first time he ordered her and Yami to move up the table and sit to either side of him.

Jax cleared his throat. “Got a mission order. Should be a quick one. Back before the end of the day.”

Teris took the paper from Jax and skimmed it. She looked up at Tobin who had set his plate to Yami’s left and was preparing to sit. “Tobin.”

“Aw!” Tobin complained.

Teris stared silently. Barely a second passed before Tobin was moving around the table to take the mission order from her.

Jax looked to his left at Yami and smirked. Whoever had doubted Teris Nova would make a formidable Vice Captain in her own right had sorely been mistaken. Jax had never doubted her. He had only doubted his ability to work well with her. Teris was too much like her brother; which was to say she was obsessive about her work. Jax could barely managed that in Julius and they were close friends. Yami was much more the kind of person Jax could work with. Only problem was that Jax hadn’t been sure, still wasn’t sure, if Yami would heed him well enough. That’s were Teris came in. Jax knew Yami would do whatever Teris asked of him. After all the fool had let Teris talk him into letting her roam the geyser labyrinth after Fuegoleon had ordered them out; and that had been without a time stone.

Tobin read the mission order and handed back. “If I miss the Star Awards festival cause of this...”

“Then you miss it. The longer you stand around crying about it the longer it’ll take to get there, handle it, and get back.” Teris said.

Jax and Yami chuckled. Tobin left, thinking that the easy life he had imagined with Yami and Teris as Vice Captain's had been a fanciful folly.

Teris made to stand.

“Where are you going?” Jax asked.

“To fill this out and send it back to Headquarters.” Teris said, holding the mission order.

“Sit down.” Jax commanded.

Teris hovered over the bench seat. “But—”

“You arguing with me, Vice Captain?” Jax questioned.

Teris sat. “No, sir.”

“Good. Finish eating. That can wait.” Jax told.

Yami looked across the table at Teris. He found her especially cute when she sulked. She had sulked about Jax ordering the seat change too. Yami hadn’t been all that happy about the move at first either. Annoying as Tobin and Gendry could be, he had liked sitting between his friends. But as he did in most things, Yami had adjusted quickly to sitting to Jax’s left. Teris on the other hand was still struggling with the adjustment. She didn’t linger at the table to chat the way she use to. Yami couldn’t really blame her. As they had simply been told to slide down the the table, they still sat on the same side of the table they always had. It had left Teris seated where Bronn once sat.

Bronn. The dead bastard, Yami thought with a frown. If Bronn hadn’t been set to retire to marry Gilly, Yami would have wondered if Bronn had died simply to leave Yami owing him a debt he’d never be able to repay. As it was it had been a pointless death. Jax hadn’t told them what Bronn had been doing. But Yami knew Bronn had been doing it because they thought the Agents of Chaos had plans for him and Teris for the Winter Solstice. Yami couldn’t say why; but he was sure they hadn’t succeeded in staying out of the Agents of Chaos’ hands. The Agents of Chaos simply had no interest or need in taking them this time. Though they hadn’t talked about it, Yami was certain Teris felt the same. They hadn’t talked about much concerning that mess over the last three months. Bronn’s death had left them all needing a break from it least they themselves break. Teris had even stopped obsessively messing with the History of Chaos and going over the copied pages she had. Yami hadn’t even bothered bugging Jax or Julius about Jax’s promise to tell him what was going on with Advisor Ellara after Bronn was married. Why should he? Bronn wasn’t married yet. The man never would be. The bastard.

“How’s Zora Ideale?” Jax asked Teris.

“He’s only written once. The letter was short saying he was fine. But Julius has heard from his aunt who says Zora isn’t adjusting well. She says he doesn’t talk much and when he does it’s always in anger.”

“Kid’s father was murdered. Anger seems appropriate.” Yami commented.

Willing to give Teris some time away, Jax asked. “You think paying him a visit will help?”

“I only met Zora twice. I barely know him.” Teris said.

Yami watched Teris fiddle with the thread bracelet Zora had made.

“You were a friend of his father. A Magic Knight. You were there for him. Pulled him out of hiding and help care for him the night of his father’s death.” Jax said.

Teris looked at the Captain. “What could I offer him? Apparently not the truth.”

Jax’s shoulders tensed. “No. You can’t do that.” He rubbed his forehead and sighed. “Teris. About the Purple Orcas. You’re a Vice Captain now. You can’t--”

“I couldn’t before.” Teris snapped. “I’m not so stupid as to think anything’s changed.”

Yami looked between the two wondering what he was missing.

“All I’m saying is...“ Jax heaved another sigh. “Just don’t do or say anything that will see you in trouble. If you have to ignore them. Ignore them. Turn around and walk away if you--”

“I don’t need anyone telling me how best to manage my feelings, Captain.” Teris snipped.

Jax closed his eyes sorry he had said anything. He turned to the left. “Yami. What of Vanessa? How’s the young witch getting on with Bran’s family?”

Yami shrugged. “How should I know?”

“She sends you letters, doesn’t she?” Jax pressed.

“Ask Teris. I give them to her.” Yami said, not admitting he privately read the letters before he did so.

“I don’t read them.” Teris said.

“Why not? You’re always asking Bran how she’s doing.” Yami said. It was the reason he gave Teris the letters.

“Cause they’re not addressed to me. They’re addressed to you, Yami.” Teris said.

“What’s addressed to him?” Olsen asked, entering the dining hall with Gendry and Abril.

“Vanessa’s letters.” Teris said.

“Speaking of letters. There was one in the slot for you, Captain. I slipped it under your office door.” Abril told, lining up behind Olsen and Gendry at the serving table.

Jax gave Abril a nod. He looked between his Vice Captain's. “Got plans for tonight's festival?”

“Hopefully Tobin gets back in time else well be stuck with a sulking Venice all night.” Teris said, regretting she had sent Tobin on the mission.

“Didn’t think that one through, did you?” Yami teased.

“I didn’t hear you say anything against it.” Teris said.

“And have you looking at me the way you’re looking at me now.” Yami gestured to her.

Teris laughed, dryly. “How am I looking at you?”

“I’m beginning to wonder why. But I want you two there for the announcements.” Jax said.

“Where for the announcements?” Yami asked.

“On the sidelines.” Teris said, understanding.

“What sidelines?” Yami asked.

“Of the balcony. He wants us up there in the wings during tonight's announcement of the squads rankings.” Teris said.

“Get there fifteen or so minutes before the first fireworks.” Jax told Teris.

Teris nodded at the Captain.

“Why are you telling her if you want us both there?” Yami asked Jax.

“Cause she’s the one I trust to see that you’re both there.” Jax told Yami. He got to his feet. “The day and night is yours. Just be there.”

“Yes, sir.” Teris nodded again.

Jax took the mission order from Teris’ side. “I’ll send this back in. Enjoy yourselves. You’ve earned it.”

“Jax.” Yami called.

The Black Bulls Captain turned.

“Did Julius learn the rankings and share them with you?” Yami asked.

“As usual.” Jax grinned. He turned away and left the dining hall.

Entering his office Jax picked-up the letter Abril had slipped in and closed the door behind. Seeing it was from Gilly, his heart clenched. He had wondered why Abril hadn’t mentioned who the letter was from and appreciated her not saying. It would have dampened everyone's mood and he didn’t want that.

Moving behind his desk, he sat and broke the seal, reading:

Jax,

Damn you. I told you I didn’t want your money. But, I thank you for it just the same. Sorry I didn’t visit before I left. I just couldn’t bring myself to go to your base. Not when there are so many memories of him there.

I also couldn’t bring myself to go the the town we had planned to start our life together. So please take note of the address. Not so you can send more funds! I’ll be fine. My clinic is doing well. While most can’t pay in coin. They pay in other ways. Namely food. So, so much food. I end up giving most of it to other patients that are either too old, young, or sick to work.

Oh my, Jax. If you could see the state of some of these kids. But, what am I saying. You and he knew better than I what I was getting into wanting to start a clinic at the edge of the Forsaken Realm.

I found a nice little place to stay. The owner has a sickly child that requires lots of care and attention. In exchange for treating her I get a discount on my rent.

I don’t cry as much. Though I feel like it every time I think of him. I’m not crying myself to sleep every night anymore either. I’m far too tired for that. These people need help and it gives me a reason to get up each morning. On days that the pain is too much to bare I can easily lose myself in my work.

Thank you for checking in on me everyday that first-- Thanks. I’d probably still be wallowing in bed if it weren’t for you. I hope you’re managing alright. Not hiding the pain or drinking it away. I know how you Magic Knights can be. But you can’t hide from this, Jax. You can’t look away from it forever. I know wounds. Physical wounds. But when it comes to things like this, emotional wounds aren’t all that different. You were there for me. And though I doubt I was very good, I’d like to think I was there for you too. I still am. Whether you chose to write me about it or not. Please, Jax. Deal with this. You were too important to him for me to let you lose yourself to this.

Thank you for looking out for me. I’m sure it’s what he would have wanted and expected. But you still didn’t have to do it. I’m sorry I struck you that terrible day. It was the first time in my life I had ever hit a person. I’m ashamed it was you. I’m even more ashamed that I ever said it was your fault. It wasn’t your fault, Jax. You must know that. Even that terrible day I didn’t blame you. I was speaking out in anger, not truth. Tell me you know it’s not your fault. I couldn’t bare it if you thought that. He would want me to make sure you didn’t think that.

Oh mana! Will I ever be able to say his name again! I’m sorry. I got to go. — Gilly

Jax’s tears splashed over the smeared ink of the last paragraphs, further warping the paper and making the ink bleed.

84.3

Teris entered the great room on her way upstairs to change for tonight's Star Awards festival and paused. “Leon?”

Fuegoleon turned. “Gendry just went to find and inform you I was here.”

Teris shrugged. “He’ll figure it out if he doesn’t give up or get distracted first. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Good of you to think my visit a pleasure.” Fuegoleon said, wondering how long that feeling would last. “Can we talk somewhere more private?”

“Sure. This way.” Teris led Fuegoleon to the never used squad meeting room.

Never used until Teris had taken it over and began using it as a sort of office. Jax really didn’t do any of the paperwork a Magic Knights Captain was expected to do. And Teris had barely been able to stand the stacks of ignored work sitting on practically every surface in Jax’s office before she was Vice Captain, feeling anxious and itchy every time she entered. Now that she was Vice Captain, Teris was in the Captain's office much more often. Thankfully as Vice Captain, Teris could also do something about the backlog of work. In most cases all that was needed was a simple reviewal and signature. So slowly but surely Teris had been taking a pile from Jax’s office, going through it, and sending it wherever it needed to go. She wasn’t sure Jax had figured it out yet. But Yami had and shook his head every time he saw her with ink stained hands.

Fuegoleon entered the room, eyes narrowing at the pile of papers splayed on the long table. “What are you up to this time?”

Teris closed the door behind them and turned to her cousin. “Nothing.”

The Crimson Lions Vice Captain raised an unbelieving eyebrow.

“I’m going through the backlog of Jax’s work.” Teris explained.

Fuegoleon looked over the mass of papers with renewed consternation. “That’s quite a lot of backlog.”

Teris wanted laugh and cry. She took a seat at the table and gestured for Fuegoleon to do the same knowing it was best he thought this was all of Jax’s backlog and not a small percentage, least he fall over.

“What’s going on?” She asked

Fuegoleon sat. He looked at his cousin wondering how to go about what he wanted to discuss. It had taken some doing, but Fuegoleon had finally gotten Nozel to tell him what had been bothering him since the last time they had last visited Teris shortly before the Winter Solstice. After, Fuegoleon had both wished Nozel had never told him and was furious Nozel hadn’t told him sooner. Things had clearly gotten out of hand with Teris and Yami if jokes about gifted underwear were being tossed about. At least Fuegoleon hoped that’s all it was. A joke. A poor, crude, extremely unfunny jest.

The Crimson Lion stood up, concern and temper rising.

Teris stood as well. “Fuego. You’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

Fuegoleon cleared his throat. “When Nozel and I were last here. Some things were said--” He shook his head and tried again. “Nozel heard--” He faltered and stopped once again.

Trying to ease the growing tension, Teris asked. “Is this a of game fill in the blanks? Cause I’m gonna need more than--”

“No, Teris! This is not game!” Fuegoleon snapped.

Teris blinked, head jerking back.

“Just...” Fuegoleon rubbed his forehead. “Just tell me it was some low born attempt at humor.”

Teris’ eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “What was?”

Fuegoleon lowered his hand, fingers curling into a fist. “Did you give Yami Sukehiro one of your undergarments?”

Teris blanched. “I… I didn’t give it to him. It--”

Fuegoleon’s mana flared. “What in the hell were you thinking! How could you? Please tell me you haven’t done anything that can’t be undone.” He grabbed her arms with bruising strength. “Teris! Tell me you haven’t given your virtue and ruined yourself.”

Teris tried pull away. “You’re hurting me.”

Fuegoleon shook her. “Tell me!”

“Of course not!”

Fuegoleon’s hold loosened though he didn’t let go.

“Yami and I agree we want to wait until marriage.” Teris went on.

“Marriage!” Fuegoleon’s grip tightened again. “To each other? Teris. You can’t be serious. You’re intended to Nozel.”

Teris pulled against his hold. “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not marrying him!”

“This is all Yami’s fault.” Fuegoleon accused.

Teris’ temper rose. “No. I made the decision long before Yami and I met. You know that.”

“If Yami had any care for you, he would have left you alone as soon as he learned you were Nozel’s Intended. But the common foreigner has shown far too often that he has no sense of decency or honor.”

Teris pushed Fuegoleon off. “Don’t speak of what you don’t know.”

“What?” Fuegoleon challenged. “That Yami Sukehiro has no respect for you. That he--”

“Yami has every respect for me.” Teris cut in.

“Speaking openly about your intimates is a show of respect?” Fuegoleon questioned, archly.

“It was joke. And it wasn’t about me or my— clothes. Nor did Yami start the jest. It was Olsen.”

“He openly kissed and marked you while at my family’s cabin.”

Teris blinked wondering how Fuegoleon knew about that when he had gone back to base with the rest of the Crimson Lions well before that nights party. She shook her head. “That’s not all his fault. We both got caught up and forgot how out in the open we were.”

Fuegoleon ground his teeth. Did she not understand? A lady’s duty was to preserve her virtue. But it was on the man to guard it. A true gentleman never would’ve put her in a position where her honor could possibly be called into question.

“He pressures you to do things that are beyond what an unmarried lady of any station should do.” Fuegoleon stated.

“This may come as a shock to you. But there’s no pressure involved.” Teris told.

Fuegoleon pointedly ignored the comment. “He certainly has no respect for your late Lord Father’s memory.”

“You shut up about my father.” Teris stormed.

“Lord Nova wanted you wed to Nozel.” Fuegoleon said.

“I told you to shut up about my father.” Teris growled.

“Lord Nova wanted--”

“--me to be happy.” Teris finished.

“Nozel wants nothing more than to make you happy.” Fuegoleon argued.

“Then tell him to convince Lord Silva to find someone else to wed him to. Nozel and I aren’t a good match. We’re not well suited. We never were. And never will be.”

“How would you know? You’ve never given him a chance! Like it or not you’re meant for him, Teris. Have been since you were two. You belong to him.”

“I belong to no one unless I give my self. And I will never give myself to Nozel Silva.”

“Your father--”

“You shut up about my father!”

Fuegoleon morosely shook his head. “Lord Nova would be so ashamed if he could see you. Thank mana he’s not--”

Teris slapped him hard and fast, the act shocking them both.

Fuegoleon’s head whipped to the side. His cheek throbbed a moment, sting dissipating. Resisting the urge to lift his hand to the burning flesh, he slowly turned back to her.

They stood silent, staring at one another.

The door opened without a knock.

“I knew I’d find you in--” Yami paused. He didn’t need his sense of Ki to tell that Teris and Fuegoleon were furious with each other. He looked between the two, and told Teris. “Tobin’s back. So we don’t have to suffer Venice hanging around us all night.” He looked Teris over. “I thought you were going to change.”

“Didn’t get the chance. Instead I accepted a visitor only to be insulted.” Teris said, eyes never leaving Fuegoleon.

“If you were more discerning about what you accepted and from whom, I wouldn’t have had to call.” Fuegoleon told, fiery gaze fixed on Teris.

Yami’s shoulders tensed. He was sure the Crimson Lion was referring to him. But he could care less about that. It was the clear insult to Teris that made him want to punch the royal.

Teris’ lip curled. “We’re done talking. Unless you want to tell me who else I’ve shamed and let down.”

“We’d be here all night for that.” Fuegoleon said.

“Get out!” Teris barked.

Fuegoleon shouldered passed Yami as he exited the room. Teris turned away from the door, trembling hands splaying flat on the table. Eyes on Teris, Yami listened to Fuegoleon’s retreating footsteps.

Yami stepped up behind her. “Want me to follow him out and kick his ass?”

Teris huffed. “If only.”

“I have no problem doing it if you want.” Yami said, seriously.

Teris closed her eyes and exhaled. “Why don’t we hold off on that. Save it for next time.”

Yami wrapped his arms around Teris’ waist wishing there wouldn’t be a next time, but he knew better than that.

He rested his chin on her shoulder. “If you say so.”

Teris tilted her head back against him, arms crossing to lace her fingers with his. “How petty and ungrateful we must seem. So called noble families bickering and arguing when there’s so much more we could do with our time.”

Yami shrugged. “All families argue--”

Teris spun in his arms, lifting to her toes. She pulled him down by the neck and smashed their lips together.

Yami grunted, words cut off.

Teris’ tongue swiped against his lips seeking entry. Seeking to drown out Fuegoleon’s words. Lord Nova would be so ashamed if he could see you.

Yami pulled back a fraction needing to be sure she was alright. His hand cupped her face. “Mana, I love you.”

He kissed her.

Teris’ arms looped around his neck, holding him in place. As if Yami had any intention of straightening to his full height and leaving her sweet lips.

“Damn, you’re hot when you’re angry.” Yami breathed between kisses.

“Excuse--”

Yami deepened the kiss cutting off her words. His hands smoothed down and around her hips, grabbing her butt.

Lost in the moment Teris didn’t care when Yami picked her up and set her on the table, messing the carefully stacked papers.

Teris broke the kiss, panting. Yami cradled the base of her skull, tilting her head to give him full access to her neck. As Yami worked his way down the column of her neck, his other hand pulled up her torso.

“Yami...” Teris breathed, lashes fluttering. Her fingers tugged at his hair along the nape of his neck.

Yami hummed and nipped at her collarbone. His hand inched closer to her breast.

“Ya—Tobin!”

Yami’s head lifted. “Wrong name.”

Like a startled deer, Teris stared over Yami’s shoulder frozen for a brief moment before bolting into action. Her legs kicked, arms flaying, as she tried to push Yami back and get off the table all at once.

Yami sighed. He knew he should’ve kicked the door closed when the Lion Cub stormed out.

Tobin grinned from the doorway. “Don’t stop on my account.”

Venice appeared behind him. “You two-- Woah! We’ll give you a moment.” She grabbed Tobin’s arm and tugged, though Tobin didn’t budge.

Teris slid off the table. “We’re good! We don’t need a moment.”

“Says you.” Yami muttered. He watched Teris turn and start to straighten the mussed papers. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her away. “If you don’t stop and I’ll really mess them up.”

“Yami!” Teris complained.

Yami pushed Tobin out of the way and exited the room with Teris in tow. He lead her down the hall until Teris pulled her hand free.

“I can walk without you pulling me along.” Teris puffed, having to rush to keep up with Yami’s longer stride.

They entered the great room, followed by Venice and Tobin.

Seeing the rest of the Black Bulls save for Iban, Yami made for the front door. “Let’s get going crew.”

“What about the Captain?” Abril asked.

Outside, Yami grabbed one of the bigger brooms meant for him and Tobin. “Jax is heading out later.”

Teris paused on one of the steps. “Really?” Her eyes narrowed. “Did you even talk to Jax after breakfast?” She turned back to the house. “I should go--”

Yami gripped her wrist. Teris turned back to him. Yami gave a slight shake of his head. He had gone to Jax’s office before going down and across the hall to her makeshift office. He had seen the tear stained letter on the Captain's desk. Though whether the tears had come from the writer or Jax, Yami wasn’t sure.

Seeing Teris’ expression turn worried, Yami told her softly. “He’ll be fine. But he won’t be happy if the others see you worried about him.”

While still concerned, Teris knew Yami had a point. She leaned forward and gave Yami a quick peck on the cheek as diversion for the others.

Olsen gave a low whistle.

“Woah, Yami! You better slow down there.” Tobin teased.

Venice covered Bran’s eyes and played. “You should be ashamed of yourselves. There’s children present.”

Bran pushed Venice's hand away. “I’ve seen them do more than that.”

Yami frowned seeing Teris’ expression become a mix of wounded and angry. Though he acted as if he hadn’t, Yami had overheard Fuegoleon saying Teris’ father would be ashamed of her. The only reason he hadn’t barged in and kicked the Lion Cub’s ass was because of the resounding slap that cut off the Vermillion’s words. It was easy to see where Venice's play would've unintentionally stung, bringing Fuegoleon’s words back to Teris’ mind.

Wanting to divert her thoughts, Yami did the first thing that came to mind. He grabbed Teris and kissed her good and proper.

There was an instant where Teris melted into him; but she quickly tensed when the Black Bulls hooted and hollered, even the quiet Gendry joining in.

Teris pulled away, blushing furiously. “Yami!”

Yami chuckled and took up his broom. “Alright you pack of losers. Let’s go blow off some steam.”

84.4

Jon walked hand in hand through the streets of Castle City with Kess. Voice tight with annoyance he asked. “Why do you look so nervous?”

“I’m not nervous.” Kess said, eyes darting through the crowd.

Jon tried to pull his hand free. “I should’ve known things would change once you officially became Captain.”

Kess held onto his hand and pulled him to a halt. “Nothing’s changed. My being Captain has no effect on our relationship.”

Afraid to admit he had his own reservations about it, Jon asked. “Are you not ready to let people know we’re together?”

Realizing how silly her concerns were, Kess stepped closer to him. “Would I do this if I weren’t?” She stretched, kissing him lightly on the lips.

Jon’s smile fell before it could form. “Venice!”

“Venice?” Kess repeated, thinking Jon called her the wrong name while scolding her.

Jon looked from the oncoming Black Bulls to Kess. His mouth opened to explain.

“Jon. Captain Kess.” Tobin greeted, arm casually slung around Venice’s shoulder. “Glad to see you moved on, Vice Captain.”

“Tobin!” Venice scolded.

“I was only--” Tobin tried.

“Not now.” Venice silenced. She gave Tobin a shove, moving him along and away from the couple. Glancing over her shoulder, she gave Jan an awkward, tentative smile.

Kess frowned at the way Jon looked after Venice. She frowned further seeing how far he had moved away from her upon seeing his ex. “What were you accusing me of?”

Jon turned back Kess. The Silver Eagles Captain looked livid.

“Kess. I—that— I wasn’t--”

“Save it, Vice Captain. Find me when you’ve learned how to form proper sentences.” Kess turned and stormed away through the crowded street.

Jon might have followed, but he saw Yami and Teris. Teris kindly looked elsewhere while Yami stared directly at him. Jon glared at the male co-Vice Captain.

“That’s rough.” Yami commented, clearly amused by the scene.

“Yami, stop.” Teris hushed. She plucked at Yami’s shirt, the best she could do with Julius’ rules, and moved to follow in Venice and Tobin’s direction.

“Teris, hold up.” Jon called. Though he was a First Class Senior Magic Knight and she a Second Class, they were both Vice Captain’s now. As such, he added as belated respect. “Please.”

Teris turned back.

“I’ve wanted to talk to you about that night.” Jon told her.

“That night? You stepping out on me?” Yami looked at Teris with a feigned scowl.

Jon’s eyes widened, mouth opening to refute.

“It’s his bad idea of a joke.” Teris eased the Azure Deer. She shook her head at Yami, battling a small smirk that tugged at her lips. Focusing back on Jon, she said. “The solstice was nearly three months ago. What could you possibly want to discuss now?”

“Not now.” Jon said. “And I wanted to before. But with—with all that happened it didn’t feel right. Can we schedule something?”

“You know where I live.” Teris said.

“Outside both our bases.” Jon said.

Teris blinked in surprise. Did that mean Julius didn’t know what Jon wanted to discuss? Or maybe Julius had told Jon not to and Jon was doing it anyway? No. The idea of Jon going against her brother was ludicrous.

“Yami’s welcomed to come.” Jon added, knowing Teris would tell Yami what was said anyway.

“Good. Cause I was going no matter.” Yami said, his thoughts running the same line as Teris’ and put on alert because of it.

“We could schedule something for tomorrow.” Teris offered.

“Not if the Lioness does another of her lava spring things.” Yami looked at Teris remembering last year out on the rock overlooking the valley below. Even in the low light he could see Teris’ blush and knew she was recalling the same.

Teris cleared her throat and suggested. “The day after that?”

Jon thought of his schedule and nodded. “I can do eleven on the fourth.”

“If not at either base, then where?” Teris asked.

Jon looked passed her seeing a tea shop. He had frequented there with Venice, when they were still together. The cafe had private tea rooms. Since it was open for the festival, he could walk over and reserve a private room for April fourth at eleven once Yami and Teris had agreed and moved on.

“The tea house behind you. I’ll buy.” Jon said.

Jon offering to buy reminded Yami of Jax saying they would go out drinking once the solstice was over and he would cover Yami’s tab. That was just one in a long list of planned things that had never happened after that night. Drinks. Answers about Ellara. Bronn’s retirement and wedding. Teris’ voice cut into Yami’s thoughts.

“Works for me.” Teris smiled, shyly. “You and Kess make a cute couple.”

Jon looked in the direction Kess had gone in and sighed. “If we’re still one.”

“She’ll forgive you. Venice use to say she couldn’t stay mad at you for long.” Teris said.

Jon looked at Teris in surprise. “I think she may have been lying about that one. Venice held onto a grudge forever. Brought past wrongs up whenever she felt she was loosing an argument.” He chuckled. “She use to--” Catching himself he stopped, smile falling. “April second at eleven.”

Teris nodded at the agreed time. Her hand brushed Yami’s as she continued walking. “Enjoy the festival, Jon.”

Walking beside Teris, Yami waited till they were some distance before saying. “He still has a thing for her.”

Teris looked at Yami out of the corner of her eye. “Your sense of Ki tell you that?”

“No. Being a guy told me that.” Yami said.

“You don’t have to be a guy to have picked up on it.” Teris said. Bad as she felt for Jon, Venice was clearly happier with Tobin. And for her, having her friend happy was the most important thing.

Yami stepped closer to Teris as they made their way through a crowded crossing. His hand brushed her butt. Teris jerked, head snapping around.

“It was only me.” Yami soothed. He hadn’t considered that with the crowd she might’ve thought it was some passing person.

Rather that easing, Teris’ expression sharpened. “Stop it. You know Julius’ rules. We’re not at the base.”

As much as Teris hated Julius’ stupid rules meant to keep Fyntch from making her life hell, the last thing she needed was Julius catching her and Yami breaking them. She did think she could bare Julius scolding and looking at her in disappointment after her argument with Fuegoleon.

Yami growled. He just wanted him and Teris to be free to do what they pleased, when and where they pleased. Who was to say Nathyn Silva wouldn’t be a sore loser and send people after him even after he had freed Teris from her family and wed her? A year and a half, Yami told himself. Teris would be twenty in a little over a year and a half. No matter what Nathyn Silva decided to do after Yami battled Fyntch, he and Teris would be free to do as they wished. Yami just hoped it would indeed be Fyntch he faced, and not Julius.

“I need a drink.” Yami declared.

“I could use one too. But I need to eat else I’ll be drunk after a single mug.” Teris said.

Yami eyed her. “I wonder what kind of drunk you’d be?”

“We’re not finding out tonight.” Teris told.

“Tomorrow then?”

Teris laughed. “I don’t plan on ever getting drunk.”

“That’s just cause you haven’t had reason to yet.” Yami said, bumping her shoulder with his.

“Teris? Yami.”

Yami and Teris turned.

Seeing her brother Teris smiled. “Julius. I was hoping--”

Julius stepped around a group of passerby's and grabbed Teris’ arm pulling her to his side and a proper distance from Yami. “What have I told you?” He looked disapprovingly at Yami. “The both of you. You know the rules. Unless on mission you’re not to be alone together outside of your bases property.”

Yami ground his teeth and took a long calming breath least he say something he regret.

Teris pulled her arm free of Julius’ hold. “We weren’t doing anything wrong. You’re the one calling attention to us.”

“Did you think that because you’re Vice Captain’s that changes things?” Julius questioned, not hearing her.

“We were with Tobin and Venice but lost them.” Yami said, waiting to take Julius’ focus off Teris.

Julius turned to Yami. “Not good enough. You know the reason why. You know what could happen. Do you want Nath--” He stopped and glanced at Teris, worried she had caught the slip before he could end it.

But Fuegoleon’s words were replaying in Teris’ head, drowning out what Julius said to Yami. “I’m sorry I’m such a disappointment to Leon, you, and father’s memory.”

Yami frowned, wishing he had gone after Fuegoleon and beaten the Lion Cub to a pulp.

Julius stared at a loss for words, wondering where that had come from. Teris couldn’t be a disappointment to him or their father’s memory if she had tried. Before he could ask, Teris had turned away.

Having been on his way to meet Commander Greywright, Julius told Yami. “Go after her.”

The order was needless as Yami had already turned to follow Teris.

Yami muttered under his breath, angry that Julius had seemingly popped up out of nowhere just to ruin their fun. His mentor had been right about one thing though. Yami had thought that the silly rule about them not being alone outside of the bases property unless on mission had been done away with now that he and Teris were Vice Captain's.

Having lost sight of Teris in the crowd, Yami tracked her mana to a pub. He entered and saw her standing at the bar. Stepping behind her, Yami signaled the bartender to double the order of ale Teris had just made.

“What happened to eating first?” Yami asked.

“What happened to wanting to see what kind of drunk I was?” Teris questioned, sourly.

Yami smirked, tempted. “Maybe another time. You have to make sure we’re wherever it is Jax wants us to be.” He looked over the slate on the wall where the nights menu was written in chalk and told a waitress. “Bread bowl of vegetable cheese soup.” To Teris, he urged. “Come on. Let’s find a table.”

Teris frowned at the bar-top. “You heard Julius.”

“Julius told me to follow you.” Yami said.

Seeing Teris’ shoulders slump, Yami reached out to comfort her and pulled back, silently cursing the crowded bar. Thanks to Julius’ reminder it felt like everyone was watching them, just waiting to report back to Lord Silva. Yami stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“He cares about you, Teris. Wants you to be happy. He was just looking out for you.” Yami’s angry irritation at Julius eased, knowing his mentor felt and wanted the same for him as well. “Come on. Don’t let it ruin the night. Let’s--”

“Yami!” Someone called, loudly.

Teris’ nose wrinkled at the familiar grating voice.

“Yami!” Jack called again.

Yami turned, eyes easily finding his gangly friend in the crowd.

“Come sit with us.” Jack invited.

Seeing Teris tense, Yami told her. “He’s not that bad.”

Teris gave Yami a pleading look.

“I tolerate Lion Cub and Bird Braid.” Yami said.

Teris scoffed, thinking the word ‘tolerate’ was rather generous. Then again, she’d tolerate Fuegoleon fairly poorly at the moment herself.

“You think I make that effort cause I like them?” Yami asked.

Teris’ lips thinned, knowing full well Yami suffered Fuegoleon and Nozel for her. The least she could do was try to put up with Jack for him. But why did it have to be tonight of all times?

“Think of it this way. We won’t be alone anymore so Julius will be happy.” Yami said.

“Fine.” Teris relented. “But, you owe me.”

“For hanging out with me and one of my friends? If I knew we could do that your sweet ass would be indebted to me for life.” Yami teased.

“My what?” Teris asked, daring him to repeat what he said. She should’ve known better. Yami had no shame.

Eyes a mix of humored and sultry, Yami glanced down at her butt and said again. “Your sweet ass.”

“You got a mouth on you.” Teris said, cheeks heating even as she smirked.

Yami returned her smile with a wolfish one of his own. “You knew that already. Never heard you complain when it was being used on you.”

“Yami!” Teris’ blush deepened. Her eyes darted about to see if anyone else had heard him.

“Get your drink. I got a treat for you if you can manage to be civil to Jack.” Yami said, giving her a wink. He took up his ale and the bread bowl of soup, leading the way to his friend.

Teris wasn’t in the mood to try and be friendly with Jack, but she tried nonetheless. She did to for Yami. How could she not when Yami did so much more than try to be civil with Fuegoleon and Nozel? Yami put up with her. And Teris knew that in itself could be a task. Then again, putting up with Yami could be a task too.

At least Yami sat between her and Jack at the circular table which made things easier. Though the added buffer of Jack’s two fellow Green Mantis friends disappeared soon after they joined. Teris figured it was because they could only handle Jack for so long.

The time passed with Yami and Jack doing most of the talking. Despite the food, Teris started to feel tipsy. It was probably because every time she wanted to say something unkind to Jack, tell him to shut up or how much she hated his stupid laugh, she took a drink of ale.

Yami had also consumed his share of alcohol and was feeling good. He wasn’t drunk. But his filter, which didn’t work well at the best of times, had all but shut off.

Pretty down in the drink himself, Jack suggested they head to another pub. Yami agreed. Teris didn’t care. But stretching her legs and getting some fresh air sounded good so she nodded her assent.

Between the crowds and desire to distance herself from Jack, Teris walked in front of the two men trusting Yami wouldn’t let them get separated.

Suddenly a hand grabbed hers and pulled her into a dark alley. Teris spun around fist raised, other hand glowing should she need to use her magic.

Yami didn’t even flinch at the threat. “Easy.” He soothed and glanced over his shoulder toward the street, making sure no one was looking or coming their way.

Teris relaxed, hand dropping to her side, other hand dimming. “Yami. What--”

Yami silenced her with a kiss. He tasted of ale. No doubt she did too. Gripping her hips, Yami walked Teris backward several paces until they were better hidden halfway down the alley.

Teris pulled her head back, voice a hoarse whisper. “Yami! We can’t.”

“Shh. Someone might hear you.” Yami breathed.

Whether it was because of the alcohol in her own system or some odd interest she hadn’t realized she had, Teris found Yami’s ale tainted breath arousing.

She shook her head, trying to clear it. “Yami...”

Yami’s hands roamed down her sides. “We’re alone. I need to feel you.”

Needing the same, Teris stepped back pulling Yami with her. Her back hit the side wall of some building. Yami bent, kissing her. His hands slid down and around to her ass, grabbing and lifting her slightly.

Teris’ tongue swirled, dancing with his. An inner voice told her this was a mistake. Listening to that voice of reason, she broke the kiss. “Yami, we can’t. Not here. Someone will see. I don’t want another earful from Julius. I don’t want you getting in trouble.”

Valid as her concerns were, Yami didn’t care. He was frustrated and tired of Julius’ damned rules. Even if they were meant to keep him safe from Nathyn Silva. In that moment Yami was done with such fetters. An idea struck him. Using his magic, he sheltered them in a cocoon of darkness.

“Better?” He rasped.

Teris used her magic to dimly light the small sphere.

“That’s better.” She smiled up at him now able to see his face.

Teris shivered at Yami’s low hungry growl. Hands on his chest, she felt the rumbling sounds vibration. Yami fed on her mouth. Leaving her breathless, he moved onto her neck, pressing a thigh between hers. Teris gasped then moaned. Her legs trembled. The urge to grind against him overwhelming.

Yami’s lips worked their way back up to her mouth. The front of his leg pressed and rubbed against her center. It was difficult and easy to ignore his own throbbing need when Teris began to roll her hips against him. While her response told him he was doing it right, he wished she wasn’t able to block her Ki from him.

Teris moaned into his mouth. Her hands clutched the back of Yami’s shoulders, nails digging in. Yami’s muscled tensed and jerked, pleasure far outweighing the sting. Their kiss broke, both of them panting. Yami’s eyes lowered taking in her heaving breasts.

Teris’ head fell into the curve of Yami’s neck. “I love you.”

Yami’s hands tightened around her hips. “Ikigai.”

Teris attacked his neck with nipping kisses, not caring that she didn’t know what the word meant.

Yami gave a throaty hum, delighted at her assault.

The grinding pace and pressure of his thigh against her intensified. Teris’ breath hitched followed by a shuddery exhale. Yami’s hand panned over the side of her ribs to her breast. Teris tensed slightly. But she was too far gone to censure or stop him.

“Yami...” Teris half breathed, half moaned, toes curling in her boots. Her hips rutted against the front of his thigh, back arching to press her breast firmer into his large hand.

Yami squeezed her breast lightly, thumb flicking over the pebbled nipple wishing her top and bra were out of the way. His mouth latched onto her collarbone.

“Yami?”

Yami paused at the sound of a male voice. Teris went rigid. A string of curses flinted through Yami’s mind. Could they just have one moment of uninterrupted peace?

“Yami? Is that you? Are you alright?” The male voice tentatively asked.

Yami took a step back from Teris as she cut off the dim light she had created with her magic. Yami dropped the dark cocoon and quickly jerked back from a magical attack of condensed air.

“What’d I do to offend you?” Yami demanded the attacking Crimson Lion.

Randall relaxed, seeing Yami wasn’t in some sort of trouble. “Sorry. I sensed an excess build up of mana and--” He faltered, eyes falling on Teris. His expression darkened realizing what he had disturbed. He glared at Yami. “I thought you were in danger. Fighting. I should have left you to fend for yourself.”

“That would’ve been preferable.” Yami said, thinking the only danger he’d been in was releasing in his pants.

Randall frowned at Teris. “You should be ashamed of yourself. A royal lady cavorting in an alley like some common--”

Randall would’ve stopped even if Teris hadn’t stepped toward him or Yami made a fist, glowering.

“What’d you say?” Yami and Teris questioned in dangerous unison.

Ashamed at himself, Randall shook his head. “I didn’t—”

Yami felt Teris’ flare of mana. After Fuegoleon and Julius, now wasn’t the time to antagonize or tell Teris she wasn’t living up to expectations.

“I suggest you walk away before she lights up your ass.” Yami warned.

“And I suggest you stick to your own class. Even if she wasn’t meant for another, you can’t have her.” Randall told.

Teris pushed passed Yami in her march to get to Randall. “That’s it. I’ll show you the power of a royal, noble scum.”

Yami stared after Teris a moment. Damn, she was hot when she was like that. Shaking sense back into his head, Yami called. “Teris.”

“You know the difference between a royal and a lowly noble like you? We know exactly what we want and aren’t afraid to take it.” Teris told Randall.

Yami couldn’t help but smirk. He was so throwing that line back at her later. He could already imagine her blushing beautifully as he teased saying: ‘I know you want me, Princess. Take me. You said you weren’t afraid to do so.’

As Fuegoleon’s friend, Randall felt responsible to protect and remind Teris of her duty. “You’re Nozel’s inten--”

“If you say that damned word I’ll fry you up and open my own food stand.” Teris snarled.

And they called him a hot head, Yami thought. He opened his mouth to call to her again just as the first firework lit up the sky.

Teris spun to face Yami, eyes wide.

Yami held a hand out to her. “Light travel us there.” Glancing at Randall, he told. “Better close your eyes and turn away, Wind Bag.”

Yami and Teris appeared three steps down from the landing. Letting go of each others hand they finished the journey to the top of the spiral stairs, Yami taking all three steps at once.

“You’re late.” Jax remarked, looking none too pleased. His gaze fixed on Teris. “I expected better of you.”

Yami was only partially successful in stifling a growl of protective anger.

Teris’ shoulders slumped, eyes lowering. “Sorry, Captain.”

“Wait here.” Jax turned away, filing out onto the balcony with the rest of the Magic Knights Captain’s.

Nozel scowled at Yami, the Black Bulls laughter from the last time he was at their base ringing in his ears. It didn’t matter that Yami had seemed angry about the others crude joke. It didn’t even matter if the foreigner truly had any of Teris’ undergarments or not. ...Okay, that one mattered a lot. The point was, Nozel wanted nothing more than to smash Yami’s face in.

Resisting the urge, he pointedly moved between Yami and Teris. Nozel sniffed, turning his head to his Intended. His nose wrinkled, voice dripping with disapproval. “You smell like a pub.”

“Not surprising since we were at one, Braid Face. Leave her alone.” Yami snapped.

Ignoring Yami, Nozel sternly questioned Teris. “What were you doing in a pub? That’s no place for a lady--”

“I said leave her alone.” Yami rumbled.

Nozel spun to face Yami. “I have every right to be concerned about where she goes and what she does. Teris’ image is my image. She’s my Intend--

Yami slammed the Silver Eagle against the wall, forearm pressed across Nozel’s neck.

“Say she’s yours one more time. I dare you.” Yami growled.

“She’s mine.” Nozel told though gritted teeth.

The pressure on Nozel’s throat increased. Yami’s mana rose, Nozel’s rising in kind.

Turning to Teris, Fuegoleon gestured to Yami. “And that’s who you choose to favor? He’s worse than a foreign peasant. He’s no better than a rabid beast. Your father--”

Teris’ eyes ignited in fury, her own mana rising. “Mention my father one more time and--”

“You’ll what?” Fuegoleon cut in. “Slap me? That won’t happen again. Lady or not I’ll put you in your place. Maybe then you’ll start acting like a proper royal and--”

“What in the mana fucking hell!” Greywright hoarsely exclaimed.

The other Vice Captain’s rushed to get out of the Knight Commander’s way as he stormed back into the room from the balcony.

The spears of mercury Nozel had formed and aimed at Yami dissolved. Yami’s forearm dropped. Fuegoleon and Teris stepped away from each other.

In a barely controlled whisper, Greywright thundered. “We can hear you fighting like children all the way out there. What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His eyes panned from Nozel to Fuegoleon and Teris. “You three are royals for mana sake. Act like it!”

The three royals lowered their heads. Yami stared at Greywright silently willing him not to say the words he knew were coming.

Greywright looked the four of them over. “You’re Magic Knights Vice Captain’s. You should be ashamed of yourselves.”

Yami sighed and shook his head. This really wasn’t Teris’ day.

Greywright’s daggered gaze focused on Yami. Yami forced his eyes to lower like the others.

“The four of you. Line up. Get to attention” Greywright ordered.

With Fuegoleon and Teris already standing near each other at the center of the room, Nozel and Yami moved to them. Being closer, Nozel took the place to Teris’ right. Greywright didn’t miss the Silver Eagles haughty glance at the male Black Bull.

“The four of you are going to stand at attention till the announcements are done. And mana help you if I have to come back in here before that.” Greywright told.

Jon watched the Knights Commander turn and head back out onto the balcony. While not all the Vice Captain’s were present, those that were stared at their four lined up fellows.

“And I thought Bronn use to get under the Commander’s skin. Don’t think I’ve ever heard Greywright cuss before.” Tryn of the Golden Dawn smirked at the line up Vice Captain's. “Impressive.”

“The impressive fete is that three royals could degrade themselves to the level of a peasant foreigner.” Jaynee said.

Jon frowned at the Blue Rose Vice Captain. But what could he expect from the likes of Captain Jamie’s sister. Like the retired Pyter, the Golden Dawn’s Captain focused entirely too much on society’s class rank.

“Or is it that Yami has hung around them so much he’s begun to act as prideful and presumptions as a royal?” Gueldre, of the Purple Orcas questioned.

Teris ground her teeth and tried to forget the man and his squad existed.

Tryn smirked and looked Teris over. “Pretty sure Yami’s the instigator of some fairly degrading behavior when it comes to one particular royal.”

Jon moved in front of Tryn before any of the men standing at attention could act. “That’s enough out of you.”

Tryn smiled. Taking a step closer, he whispered. “Strangely protective, Jon. Is it cause she’s your Captain’s sister? Don’t tell me you haven’t imaged taking her into your Captain's office and enjoying some time behind the desk. Or maybe on it.”

Jon looked down at the shorter man. “You whisper because you know the three men behind me would kill you, but think I won’t. That’s a mistake on your part.”

Jaynee shivered at the sharp chill that rolled off the Azure Deers Vice Captain. Gueldre watched Tryn and Jon with interest.

“Too bad you aren’t with that fiery friend of hers anymore. They could both service--” Tryn fell silent, eyes closing. He dared not move. Not while Jon had his balls in a vised grip. An uncomfortable cold seeped through the fabric of his pants, causing things to shrink.

“What say I freeze them off for you? Rid you of such troublesome thoughts.” Jon rasped.

“Pretty sure the thoughts would still be there. He’d just wouldn’t be able to do anything about them.” Gueldre said.

“Do it, Jon. Do it.” Jaynee cajoled, eyes bright and wild.

Tryn had always thought his Captain’s sister a man hating bitch. How else could Jaynee have risen to Vice Captain of the Blue Rose? Still, he had thought Jaynee and he got on well enough. He guessed he’d been wrong.

Ignoring Gueldre and Jaynee, Jon questioned Tryn. “Got anything else you want to say?”

Tryn shook his head.

“Good.” Jon released him. “I got to go burn my hand off now.”

Tryn bent over. Resting his hands on his knees, he released the breath he’d been holding. He glared at Jon’s feet. The Azure Deers Vice Captain had been right about one thing; Tryn hadn’t thought Jon had it in him.

“Sir Jorah’s announcing the squad rankings.” Jaynee said, moving to the curtain that shielded the open balcony door.

Jon saw Yami’s eyes on him as the man stood at attention. He wondered at the look in the Black Bulls gaze. There was no way any of the four lined Vice Captain's could’ve heard what was said. He was sure they hadn’t seen anything either. Not with him and Tryn off to their side, and his back to them blocking everything. Jon supposed Yami’s sense of Ki might’ve given him an idea of what was going on. Though he wasn’t exactly sure what Yami’s Ki could sense or how it worked.

Jon pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped his hand. Stepping to the curtain with Jaynee, Tryn, and Gueldre, he listened to the Wizard King speak.

Jon was still smirking at Tryn’s expression of shocked disbelief when Sir Jorah, Advisor Ellara, Commander Greywright, and Captains entered.

The Black Bulls had beat out the Golden Dawn for fourth rank this year. If it hadn’t been for the commotion that had brought Commander Greywright back inside, Jon was certain his Captain would’ve been smiling ear to ear with pride for Yami and Teris.

Jon glanced at Kess. He couldn’t remember ever seeing her so furious. As Captain of the Silver Eagles for less than a week and being announced as such before the gathered crowd, he couldn’t imagine her being anything less than infuriated that her Vice Captain had been party to the disturbance. While their argument earlier likely hadn’t helped with her mood, Jon was sure the fact that the Black Bulls had come in one star below the Silver Eagles played more of a role in her anger.

The Wizard King stopped in front of the four line up Magic Knights. “The Vice Captain’s of the second, third, and fourth ranking squads. It’s a shame you don’t put such energy to better use. With the dip the Azure Deers had in the stars they earned. Any one of your squads could have easily ranked first. If you had used your time fighting the kingdoms enemies instead of each other you likely could have gotten your squad the four,” he looked at Fuegoleon, “five,” his eyes focused on Nozel, “or six,” he looked from Yami to Teris, “stars needed to beat the Azure Deers for top rank. A fete that hasn’t happened since Julius became Captain. Instead, we have this.” Jorah gestured to them. His extended hand trembled in rage. He closed it and turned away from them. “I don’t trust myself to deal with this. We can’t afford me inadvertently killing them right now. Commander Greywright, they’re yours. Make sure nothing resembling this ever happens again. Captain’s, you’ll have to do without your Vice Captain’s for a while.”

“What? All of us?” Jamie asked.

“No you idiot. Just the three of us.” Mereoleona gestured to Jax, Kess, and herself. “Mana, you’re such a fool. I don’t know how Breigha hasn’t killed you yet.”

“Is it any wonder that we’re dealing with this when my Captain’s behave no better?” Jorah remarked with dry, deadly calm.

Mereoleona looked at the Wizard King and mumbled an apology. “Sorry, sir.”

Ellara followed Jorah out and down the stairs.

“You four. With me.” Greywright said to lined up Vice Captain's.

Blazing eyes on her brother, Mereoleona asked Greywright. “When can I expect my Vice Captain back so I can kill his ass?”

“After I’m done killing all of them.” Greywright snapped.

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The Magic Knights Commander looked across the four Vice Captain's. “You are here to learn how to behave, obey, and get along. And not a one of you is leaving until you all have shown me you are capable of these things.”

“I’m going to die here because of an ill tempered foreigner who—“ Fuegoleon’s mutter cut short in a sharp grunt of pain.

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^^Hi, I really wanted to do a request bc almost nobody writes about VAV and I’m glad you do! <3 I’m thinking about Lou trying to help choosing a nice outfit for a wedding and maybe asking for help back when picking a suit? 👀♥️

Thaaaaaanks ♥️♥️^^

Heyyyy, I feel you, it made me sad when I couldn’t actually find a lot of stuff about VAV and I think it was one of the lots of things that motivated me to finally get on this train.

So this is my first request of this kind and I really hope I did it justice. I’m sorry it took so long but I really wanted it to be perfect so I hope I at least met your expectations.

Dress code

Requested by @haachiiee

Pairing: Lou x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff(?) I think, not really sure how this genre thing works.

Warnings: I think none although I may have used some swear words.

Words: 3.5k

“Come on Y/n this is the twentieth outfit you’ve tried on” Lou’s voice resonated through the changing room.

You were at the department store looking for outfits for the wedding of one of your cousins. “I’m sorry I swear this is the last one” You answered. “You’ve been saying that since ten outfits ago.” He replied giving an apologetic smile to the store employee that had been assisting you.

“Could you please remind me again why are you going? You don’t even like him, and you like his fiancée even less” He said annoyed. “I know I don’t like him, but I already told you my grandma would never let me hear the end of it if I don’t go” “And what does that have to do with me, I don’t really know your cousin…” He replied.

“First of all, be glad you don’t know my cousin. Second, you’re coming as my plus one because I might as well throw myself in front of a bus if I have to go there alone…” I said dramatically. “Besides, your cute little ass looks hot as hell on a suit” I said walking out of the changing room winking at him. “Well, How do I look?” I asked while twirling around.

Full look ^^

I glanced at Lou and noticed his face getting red by the second to the point where even his ears were red. I wasn’t sure if it was about my outfit or my comment. We’ve been friends for two years and a half. I’ve always been very bold so this kind of comments are not rare between us and he usually plays along. But Lou just kept staring at me without uttering a word. “Mister, your girlfriend is talking to you” The store employee whispered while nudging him. “Ahem…No, no, she’s not… We’re not… a couple…” You decided to have a little fun with him and grab his arm. “Lou, what do you keep babbling about? Do you like my outfit? Is it too pure? Should I show more skin?” I said looking at Lou “Do you have a pair of high waisted shorts in white?” I said to the girl that’s been assisting us and winked at her to check if she would play along. “I think I have what you’re looking for plus with those legs you’re going to be the one getting married next” The employee said playing along and going back to look for them.

“Here, would you like to try them on?” She asked. I nodded and got into the changing room once again, I put on the shorts and got out. “Well, please tell me this is better because I really like them” I said giving Lou my best pout and puppy eyes. In that moment a school friend walked next to you “Y/n?” “Jay? Oh My God! How are you?” I said surprised, Jay is an old high school friend. I thought I had messed everything up when I confessed to him. We didn’t see each other after that. “I’m great Y/n. You look great on those by the way, I always liked your legs” Said Jay casually while I was a blushing mess. I can’t believe my high school crush is complimenting me. I rushed back into the changing room to put my clothes back on and hide the fact that I was blushing. “Hmph” Lou grunted and an awkward silence filled the place. “Miss, should I get you another size? Another color?” Asked the store employee trying to fill out the silence. I was about to answer but got interrupted by Lou. “No thanks, we won’t take those, we’ll take the pants, the top and the shoes.” He said really annoyed. “Are you done there baby? Remember we need to go pick my suit too”

Oh my god what’s going on? Why does Lou sound so annoyed? Is it because of Jay’s comment? It can’t be, can it? “Coming” I said as I exited the changing room. “Oh Jay, you’re still here” I gave the clothes to the store employee and Lou followed her. “Yes, I was wondering if we could go get lunch or maybe coffee?” I giggled because I was really nervous and in that moment Lou called my name. “Y/N, are you paying with cash or card?” He seemed really serious. “So he’s not paying? You know Y/N if you were dating me I’d always pay for you” Said Jay with a huge smile which made me want to punch his face.

Oh My God! Did he really just went there? What a douche! I noticed Lou getting angrier and grabbed his arm “Baby, I’ll pay with card, can you handle it? I’ve got a few things to say to Jay here” I said handing him my credit card. “ It’s ok, I’m not leaving you alone with this douche” I just nodded and prepared to rant on Jay.

“Listen here dear Jay. First of all he’s just my friend so he has no obligation to pay for my things whatsoever. Second, even if we were dating he’d still have no obligation and there’d be no need. I’ve got my own money and I can pay for my fucking things ok?. Third, If this is the real you then I’m really glad nothing happened between us in high school. Oh and one more thing, you know as a word of advice to my dear friend. Stop bragging about your money because we all know it’s your father’s.” I grabbed Lou’s hand, paid for the clothes, thanked the employee and left the store.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!!!!” Lou had to shout because I wasn’t listening. “WHAT!” I shouted back. “Where are we going?” He asked a bit confused as we kept walking aimlessly. “What?” I replied noticing my hand holding his and his confused face. “Oh I’m sorry, I’m just so mad. I can’t believe I liked him. He’s such a jerk. Are you ok?” I kept rambling. “Y/n, calm down, I’m ok.” He said holding my shoulders trying to calm me down. “Are you hungry? Let’s go get some lunch.” “Yes, I’m starving.” We walked over to the food court and had lunch, while we were eating I told Lou about what happened with Jay in high school.

We had finished eating. “Now let’s go get you a suit.” We walked into a huge store that specializes on tailored suits. “Good afternoon, how may we assist you today?” One of the store employees greeted Lou a little too excited ignoring me completely. She kept fixing her hair and smiling at Lou, looking all pretty and she was starting to get on my nerves. “Yes, please we’re looking for a suit for a wedding, it’s in the afternoon and it’s on the countryside.” Said Lou and it bothered me that he was always so kind and gentlemanly. “Sure, we can pick the silhouette and after that I can show you the different fabrics and colors” We walked around the store checking the different silhouettes they offered. I chose three different ones for the jacket and ended up choosing two options for the pants. Now Lou has to try them on so we can pick the best fit.

While Lou was getting dressed I was about to approach the store employee to ask for the swatches as I heard her talking to another employee. “Oh My God! That guy’s so hot” Said the other one. “I know right, I don’t know what a guy like that is doing with a girl like that. I mean she’s not ugly, but I’m a much better match for him.”

I felt enraged and I just wanted to pull her hair and fight her. Am I angry because she thinks she’s better than me or am I jealous? Dear Lord save me or rather save her from me because this I’m feeling is pure and raw jealousy. I cleared my throat to let them know I was there. “Hi, again. Could you please let me look at the fabric and color swatches. I’ll pick a few while he’s trying the suits on.” She was as pale as the snow. “S-sure, anything else? Would you like some water or some coffee?” “Can you get me some tea? Thanks, I’ll be sitting right there” I said pointing to the couch that was in front of the changing rooms.

“How do I look?” Asked Lou opening the door of the changing room. “Can you turn around?” He did as told “Nope, I don’t like it, please try it with the other pair of pants. Next.” He went back to change and came out again. He had put on the other pair of pants as I asked and tried a double breasted jacket this time. “Can you take the jacket off?” As he did I saw out of the corner of my eye the employee coming back with the swatches so I told him to turn around. “Baby, could you please turn around?” Dear Lord, why do you hate me so much? Why is he so handsome and why does that ass look so good on those pants? I don’t know how but in a matter of seconds my brain had decided it was a good idea to get up and smack his ass. When I sat back down I didn’t know whose face was redder, Lou’s or mine. He got back into the changing room as fast as he could. I just sank on the couch trying to hide myself unsuccesfully. I noticed the store employee was back with the swatches and my tea, and had seen everything. I buried myself into the swatch books and asked Lou to try the next jacket with the same pair of pants.

I was drinking my tea and I almost spit it out when I saw Lou come out of the changing room wearing the last outfit. “Well, how do I look?” I took a deep breath and asked the mighty Lord why he kept on testing me. Then answered switching back to bold me. “Lord forgive me for I have sinned thinking about all the things I could do to him” I said while looking dramatically to the roof before breaking into laughter. “Don’t mess with me Y/n” He said trying to sound serious so his deep voice mode was on getting me weak on the knees. If only he knew my comment wasn’t a joke. “Would you like to check the fabrics and colors so you can pick one?” She said while batting her eyelashes and grabbing Lou’s hand before handing him the books. Oh my god she’s flirting with him! OMFG! This is war. “Babe, I already picked a fabric and a color, they match with my clothes and I know that color suits you very well.” “You should have other options to choose from.” Said the employee playing innocent. I swear the nerve of this girl is making me furious. “There’s no need to, I trust Y/n” Said Lou looking dead serious at the employee and then turning to give me a little smile. “I see… So which fabric in which color? As soon as you tell us we’ll bring it out so you can confirm it’s what you want.” “We’ll have the cotton silk blend in Prussian Blue” She just nodded and went to get the fabric.

”What on earth is Prussian Blue?” Asked Lou. “Oh, it’s this beautiful shade of blue. Don’t worry it will look great on you, it’s going to make your skin tone pop.” I said confident in my choice. “By the way, who did you tell your family you’re going with?” He asked with worried eyes. “Oh I told them I was going with my boyfriend” “Oh, okay” He said while scratching the back of his neck. Then it dawned on him. “Wait, what?” He asked, shock written all over his face. “Yes, they asked who I was going with and I told them I was going with my boy friend. You know my friend who happens to be a boy.” I said trying not to laugh at his reaction. “I swear I’m going to kill you Y/n, how could you do that to me?” He said and I noticed he wasn’t joking. “Wow, I’m sorry I didn’t know the idea dating me was such a horrible thing. God” I said kind of sad because I didn’t know the idea of dating me would bother him so much. “Here it is” Said the employee who was back with the fabric. “Excuse me, this is not what we asked for.” I said completely annoyed this time. “Yes it is. You asked for the cotton silk blend in blue.” She said talking back to me and I wasn’t about to accept that.

“So not only have you been flirting with my friend, your CLIENT, since we arrived. But because of it, you failed to pay attention to me when I asked for a particular shade of blue. And on top of that you dare talk back to me as if it is my fault.” In that moment I was completely out of myself. I wasn’t controlling my breathing, and I was starting to hyperventilate which wasn’t good at all. “Y/n, Y/n, look at me.” Said Lou while grabbing my hands. He had never seen me like this. He obviously didn’t know what to do, so I kind of had to guide him through calming me. I kept struggling to breathe and he was just like a lost puppy who didn’t have a clue on how to help me. “Lou…” I managed to say. “What? Y/n, talk to me. What can I do?” He asked worried. “J-just keep talking to me… Y-your voice… It soothes me…” Great, so now I wasn’t just hyperventilating but I was also blushing. “M-my v-voice? Why does my voice…” “It just does!” I said and I started to struggle to breath again. “Ok, ok, Y/n look at me… Remember when we first met? What did you say to me?” “That… that you were…” I said struggling to get the words out of my mouth.

“That I was your new friend, right? You didn’t even let me have a say in the matter, it was like when you’re in your first day of kindergarten and you just pick another kid, say this is my new friend and suddenly you’re friends without knowing anything about each other at all. At first I was baffled, I couldn’t conceive a full grown adult picking a friend like a little kid.” I was starting to calm down and let out a little laugh. “But then after I had spent sometime getting to know you I discovered that you not only act like a kid but you’re actually a kid, just older and taller.” He noticed I had calmed down so he asked for some water and the fabric in the correct shade of blue. “Let’s order the suit and get out of here, okay?” He said as he handed me the bottle of water. He got up to go pay and I grabbed his hand again. He looked at me, helped me get up and guided me to the the cashier. We ordered the suit, now in the right shade, and got out of the store. We kept walking in silence for a moment. “So… Can I ask why on earth does my voice soothe you?” Lou blurted out, speaking so fast that I almost don’t get what he was talking about. “Oh, come on, you already knew that I liked it.” I said shyly. “I know you LOVE my voice, because I mean who doesn’t.” He said confidently. “But you loving it and it soothing you are two different things and I want to know why.” “Well, your voice is so deep and calm it gives me calmness too. Now, if we’re done with the questions I’d like some ice cream please.”

“I still have some questions… Why did you smack my ass and said that it looks hot on suits?” I had to go back into bold mode to avoid blushing at the questions. “Are you for real? I mean what I said it’s pretty self explanatory isn’t it? Like it literally means your ass looks hot in a suit, and the smacking thing, well it’s because your ass looked so good in those pants I couldn’t resist it.” I said acting like it was nothing out of the ordinary. “Since you’ve asked me three questions already I should get three as well, right? Why did you blush when I made the comment about your ass? One would think you’re already used to my boldness and out of place comments.” “Can you ask the other two questions before I answer?” “Alrighty then. Why where you so annoyed by me wearing the pair of shorts? And would it be really that bad to date me? I mean you looked completely horrified by the idea.” I said looking down trying to hide the sadness in my eyes. “Oh fuck, is that what you think it was? I wasn’t horrified. Well I was but not because it would be bad to date you, much less if it’s pretending. I was just scared because even if it was pretend you’d still introduce me to your family as your boyfriend and your brother kind of scares me.”

I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically. “You, Lou, 187cm, 24 years, are scared of my baby brother who’s 3 years younger?” “Have you seen him? I mean of course you have. Yes, he’s as tall as me, but he’s huge. It’s as if Ziu was the same height as me. And he might be your baby brother but we both know that regarding you he takes his position as your guardian very seriously. So yes, he scares me, a lot.” “Okay, he’s a ball of fluff. Like a chihuahua, all bark and no bite, but fair enough. Now answer my other questions.” “I wasn’t annoyed by you…” He said. “Igotannoyedbecauseofwhatyourfriendwassayingandhowhewasstaringatyou” He finished and I had a really hard time trying to understand him because he didn’t even breathe while saying that. “Geez, breathe, would you? I don’t want you to die. Can I change my first question?” “Nope, I’ll answer it and then ask you some more questions. So no, I’m still not completely used to your out of place comments, much less when they involve my assets you know. Now the next one is not so much a question but an affirmation. You’re wearing my white blazer over that outfit of yours, I don’t want to have to handle drunk acquaintances all over you and we need to comply with the dress code.” “Can I fold the sleeves and take it off during the ceremony and for the pics?” Lou nodded. “Deal, what else?” I grunted.

“Why were you so mad at the store employee?” “Did you seriously not notice how she was flirting with you? She was all over you, batting her eyelashes and touching your hand. Oh and she also had the nerve to say that I’m not ugly but that she’s a much better match for you. So yeah I was kinda mad you know! Besides she can’t tell Prussian and Aegean Blue apart.” Shit! I kinda admitted that I was jealous, I hope Lou didn’t notice. “Done? Can I ask now?” As he didn’t say a thing I took that as a yes. “Do you seriously think I’m a kid?” Lou was deep in thought obviously thinking carefully of an answer. “Would a kid do this?” I asked before kissing him impulsively. At first he didn’t kiss me back but then I felt his lips moving carefully. We separated and as I wasn’t ready to face him I hugged him. “You know, since we already comply with the dress code, and even got matching couple outfits and everything… Would you mind going as a real couple?” I whispered the last part. Lou broke the hug to look me in the eyes. “I wouldn’t” He said and kissed me once again.

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