#i should probably stop bitching about my sleeping schedule when i actually make no attempt to fix it đŽâ
"keep kissing me like that and i'll marry you" (heeseung x reader)
genre: fluff word count: 0.5k requested by @venividibitchin âĄ
warnings: swearing, kissing
a/n: i'm writing way too many kissing hee fics lately, is it just me or are they getting repetitive đ but whatever, it's actually my favorite dribble i've written so far!! since we can't have hee getting too many fluffy drabbles, tonight imma probably drop an angsty one for a change!! hope you like this one guys too <3
You've always thought that sleepy Heeseung was the most adorable being on the entire planet earth.
The way that his eyes blink heavily, his dark eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks softly. The slow rising of his chest and the occasional snores that slip out whenever he catches himself drifting away despite his will. The way his head lulls to the side and lands on your shoulder when he finally gives up and allows himself to fall asleep.
In conclusion, you love every single fucking thing about sleepy Heeseung.
That's exactly why you can't resist yourself from assaulting your boyfriend's face as he rests peacefully in the crook of your shoulder, warm breath tickling your neck. Slightly pulling away from him, you start with a small smooch to his cheek, following with a trail of pecks down to his chin. As a soft grunt leaves his throat, you take that as a permission to go all in and start peppering his entire face with kisses.
Now, more awake than not, Heeseung lazily pulls you on his lap and leans his head back, wholeheartedly enjoying being on the receiving side of your affection. You don't stop moving your lips across his drowsy features, lips grazing all the way from the tip of his ear to his sharp jawline.
After teasing him by only kissing the corners of his mouth, you finally press your lips to his fully, relishing in the muffled sigh he lets out. You slowly drag the kiss out, moving sloppily as your fingers play with the hair on the back of his head.
Heeseung hums lowly. "Keep kissing me like that and I'll marry you," he blurts out into your lips, hands kneading your thighs absentmindedly.
Feeling your heart halting in your chest, you pull away slowly, not sure whether you should actually take his words into consideration or it's just the tiredness speaking through him right now. You look into his eyes, only to find his unwavering gaze already set on you.
"Wait, are you serious?" You ask, hands moving to brace on his shoulders.
He only chuckles softly, nuzzling your cheek before finding your lips again. "Yeah, dead serious. Would you want that too?"
You feel the hot rush of adoration for your boyfriend running through your veins and before you can even process the situation soberly, you're nodding your head happily. "Yeah. Very much."
A wide smile stretches Heeseung's lips. "Then it's settled. We're getting married tomorrow."
You snort, pinching his ear gently. "Where? In a fucking Elvis chapel?"
"For all I care, it could even be this godawful Chinese restaurant we went to last week. Now that you agreed, I just wanna wife you up already."
You can't help but giggle out of the buzzing giddiness inside of you, wrapping your arms around his neck as you bury your face in his chest. "Alright, yeah. Okay," you stumble out.
"Okay?" He repeats after you, making sure he's not lovesick enough for his delusional mind to just imagine you saying that.
But when your hands squeeze his t-shirt tightly, he knows he wasn't just dreaming it all and you're right here actually accepting his bizarre proposal.
"Okay."
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What Naps Are Like With Them (Everyone)
In celebration of my first post kinda blowing up, I wrote a little something for all the characters, including Luke! (platonically for him, of course)
Again, thank you guys for all the love on my Satan Reacting to Montero fic <3 Iâll be working on requests after this.
Also, no beta we die like Lilith.
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Lucifer
⌠Never sleeps, e v e r
⌠His brothers would destroy the House of Lamentation in his sleep
âŒTook a while to convince him to take a nap with you because of this
⌠His brothers listen to you more than they listen to their older brother, so you begged them to behave for a few hours so that their older brother can rest for once
⌠You will use your pact if you have to, just please let this man sleep
⌠You made sure to pick a day where you know Lucifer hadnât slept the night before due to his workload
⌠Seriously, you had to talk to Diavolo about that
⌠You both got into your comfiest pajamas and played some soft classical music for ultimate relaxation
⌠You thought about taking a picture of hm while he slept
⌠He saw it coming and had you sleep facing away from him with his arms wrapped around you so you couldnât turn around
⌠Smart bastard
âŒÂ If you complain about it heâll laugh at you
⌠Hey, at least you get cuddles
⌠Luci here looks so calm and peaceful while he sleeps, itâs adorable
⌠No wonder everyone tries to take a picture of him sleeping
⌠Heâs a heavy sleeper, so you end up having to wake him up after a few hours
⌠He thanks you
⌠Heâs well-rested and in a good mood for the rest of the day
⌠His brothers obviously take advantage of that
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Mammon
⌠Unlike most of his brothers, he actually has a decent sleep schedule (most of the time)
⌠However, if you wanted to take a nap with him, he wouldnât say no
⌠Well, heâd say no, but then say yes immediately after
âŒÂ âWhaddya mean you wanna take a nap with me? Do I look like Belphie!?â
⌠Blushing like crazy while complaining, as usual
âŒÂ âFine, Iâll go nap with him, then.â
⌠âOi! Come back here! I changed my mind, I wanna take a nap!â
⌠Tsundere baby
⌠Obviously, you tease him about it
âŒÂ âJealous, huh? I thought that was Leviâs thing.â
âShut up! Are we gonna cuddle or not?â
âI said nap, not cuddle.â
⌠Cue the pout
⌠The definition of the đ„ș face
⌠Please love this child
âŒÂ âIâm kidding, of course weâre gonna cuddle.â
⌠Usually a little spoon
⌠Unless heâs in a jealous mood
⌠If he is, he will hold on to you like his life depends on it.
⌠More teasing, obviously
⌠If you think about it, Greed and Envy are very similar
⌠Poor baby wants love
⌠New drinking game: take a shot every time I call Mammon a baby
⌠I shot of water, I know youâre dehydrated
⌠Anyways, naps with Mammon = cuddles
⌠Either youâre holding him to you or heâs holding you to him
⌠f o r e h e a d k i s s e s
⌠Mammon gets nightmares about what happened with Belphie sometimes, so lots of comfort cuddles
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Leviathan
âŒÂ âLevi, did you sleep at all last night?â
⌠Obviously not
⌠He was up all night binge watching the latest season of âThe Magical Ruri Hanai: Demo Girlââs spin-off series
⌠Why would you even ask?
âŒÂ âLevi, did you stay up all night?â
⌠He looked away, a little embarrassed. âUh, yeah.â
âŒÂ âLevi, honey. You need to sleep. Itâs not good for your health to be staying up so late.â
⌠Leviathan.exe has stopped working
⌠Youâre worrying about him?????
⌠And youâre calling him honey?????
⌠Are you trying to kill him?????
âŒÂ âYou must be exhausted. Wanna take a nap?â
âOh, uh. Yeah. I guess I could use a nap.â
âAlright. We should go to my room, since thereâs more room on my bed than in your tub.â
⌠Wait you meant a nap together????
⌠Youâre really trying to kill him.
⌠Usually, heâd make fun of you and call you a normie.
⌠But he was currently too busy dying.
⌠If somehow you managed to resurrect him and get him to your room to nap, then youâd know this shy boi is a little spoon.
⌠Does this really come as a surprise to anyone? It shouldnât.
⌠Heâs blushing like crazy the whole time.
âŒÂ âLevi, if you can't sleep with me here, I can leave.â
âNo!â
⌠He does sleep eventually.
⌠Sweet baby cuddles you in his sleep.
⌠Wholesome af
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Satan
⌠As the most responsible one in the family, he has a pretty good sleep schedule, so he doesnât normally take naps.
⌠However, if you ask him to, heâll agree.Â
⌠If it makes you happy heâll do it <3
⌠Heâs not really touchy-feely and wonât initiate any cuddling.
⌠Dude that you asked to nap because you were tired and wanted to sleep.
⌠Nah bro, you just want cuddles.
⌠While he wonât initiate any cuddles, if you make it more obvious that you want some, heâll give them to you.
⌠Big spoon
⌠If you want him to be the small spoon, he will, but heâll be flustered af.
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Asmodeus
âŒÂ âAsmo, wanna sleep together?â
⌠Could you have made a poorer word choice?
⌠No, you could not.
⌠This boy literally made the lenny face.
âŒÂ âAsmo, I meant a nap.â
âWell, I suppose thatâll satisfy me for now.â
⌠You then proceeded to smack him with a pillow.
âHey! Donât mess up my hair!â
⌠You had to wait for him to take off his makeup and change his clothes and stuff.
⌠Itâs a process.
⌠Cuddleâs tf out of you.
⌠Heâll be the big spoon or the little spoon. It doesnât matter to him, so you can decide.
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Beelzebub
⌠Takes naps with Belphie a lot and thought it was cute that you also wanted to nap.
⌠Pre-nap snack first, though.
⌠Then heâs ready.
⌠Sweet boi will enjoy the nap whether heâs a big spoon or little spoon.
⌠If youâre happy, heâs happy <3
⌠You kiss his face a lot.
⌠He thinks youâre the cutest little human ever when you do that.
⌠Iâd say soft Beel, but when is he ever not soft?
⌠Not counting the custard incident
⌠He Likes to kiss the top of your head while you sleep.
⌠He definitely snores.
⌠It takes some getting used to, but youâre not gonna let keep you from cuddling your big boi.
⌠It honestly feels really safe and comforting to just be wrapped up in his arms.
⌠Equally comforting to have his head resting against you.
⌠Overall just really soft.
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Belphegor
⌠You donât even need to ask. Heâs the king of naps.
⌠Being around Belphie for an extended period of time makes you sleepy.
⌠Youâre not sure if itâs because heâs sleep or if itâs because he has some sort of sleep-power.
⌠Any time you cuddle you end up taking a nap.
⌠Do I even have to say it?
⌠S m a l l s p o o n
⌠The smallest spoon.
⌠As the youngest, heâs the most spoiled, so heâs really really clingy and just expects you to drop whatever youâre doing at any given time to nap with him.
⌠I mean, youâd probably do it even if he didnât expect you to.
⌠He does this adorable thing when heâs sleepy and he sees you nearby where heâll go up to you and wrap his arms around you and rest his head against your shoulder and just say âSleep, please.â
⌠You will stop whatever youâre doing no matter what and go up to the attic to nap with him.
⌠Not an exaggeration. Itâs happened while Lucifer was talking to you before he he was p i s s e d.
⌠It was obviously intentional
⌠But how can you say no to his cute face?
⌠He seems to be able to keep you from having nightmares and you sleep 100x better with him than on your own
⌠Softest boi
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Simeon
⌠While he may dress like a stripper, this man is an angel and is pureâą
⌠Anything you want, youâll get. How can he ever deny you a thing?
⌠He canât.
⌠You want naps? You get naps.
⌠You want cuddles? You get cuddles.
⌠You want sleepy kisses? You get sleepy kisses.
⌠Hotel? Trivago.
⌠But seriously, sleepy kisses are definitely a thing.
⌠Especially forehead kisses.
⌠Big spoon. He likes to hold you.
⌠Sweet boy loves you so much đ„ș
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Luke (Platonically)
âŒÂ Purgatory Hall has weekly movie nights, and they invite you over a lot to join them.
⌠You and Solomon have a very long list of human world movies you want Simeon to watch, but the poor man canât figure out how Devilflix works for the life of him, so group movie nights are the only way.
⌠Not that any of you mind, of course.
⌠Luke begged Simeon to let him join you guys (he has a pretty strict bedtime)
⌠Simeon lets him occasionally if the movie is appropriate.
⌠Luke insisted on sitting next to you and sharing any treats he made that day.
⌠Poor baby ended up falling asleep not even halfway through the movie.
⌠Solomon obviously made fun of him.
âŒÂ âLooks like itâs naptime for the little chihuahua.â
âDonât tease him!â You say, defending Luke.
⌠At some point, Luke shifts so that heâs leaning against you in his sleep.
⌠You coo at how cute the âlil cherub looks.
⌠Aaaand then you proceed to fall asleep as well.
⌠You woke up the next day still on the couch. You were pretty confused since Simeon usually carries anyone who falls asleep to their bed (or the guest room, in your case).
⌠Then you realize Luke still asleep and wrapped around you.
⌠HE IS THE MOST PRECIOUS BABY EVER
⌠You assumed Simeon didnât want to attempt moving one of you and risk waking the other so he just left you too
⌠Whatever it was, you went back to sleep with the little cherub snuggling you
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Solomon
⌠Purgatory Hall sleepover!
⌠Everyone had already fallen asleep, so you asked Solomon if heâd be alright with you two sleeping together.
⌠Not a good idea.
⌠Youâre both settled in his bed and youâre about to drift off to sleep when this silly little sorcerer decided to tickle you.
⌠You s h r e i k
âŒÂ âSolomon!â
âŒÂ âKeep your voice down, dear. You wouldnât want Simeon hearing and getting the wrong idea, now. Would you?â
⌠The s m a c c you gave him though-
âŒÂ âCan I sleep now, or are you gonna keep bothering me?â
âYou know you love me.â He grinned.
âWell, duh. But I also love sleep.â
⌠He does let you sleep after that.
⌠You fall asleep first, and one look at your sleeping face and he falls in love with you all over again.
⌠Youâre so p r e c i o u s.
⌠He held you close to him as you slept, pressing soft, featherlight kisses against our forehead and nose, careful not to wake you.
⌠Heâs a bitch until you fall asleep, pretty much.
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Diavolo
âŒÂ It wasnât intentional for you to fall asleep, really.
⌠Youâd had a long day, and you had been sitting with the demon prince at his palace as he told you about his day over a cup of tea.
⌠It wasnât like what he was saying was boring.
⌠No, itâs just that you were so tired, and the sofa you were sitting on was so comfy, and Diavolo was talking so much.
⌠It didnât help that the tea that Barbatos had prepared was especially soothing.
⌠You couldnât help yourself. You dozed off.
⌠Diavolo continued talking, and probably wouldâve gone on for a long while without even noticing if Barbatos hadnât cleared his throat and gestured towards your sleeping form.
⌠If it had been anyone else, he would have deemed it disrespectful.Â
⌠But it was you, and he had realized a long time ago that he was incapable of being upset with you.
⌠âIt seems theyâve had a tiring day, my Lord. I suggest you let them rest.â Said Barbatos.
âOf course. I wouldnât dream of disturbing them.â Carefully, he made his way over to you and pried the teacup from our hands so that you didnât move and break it in your sleep.
⌠Then, he removed his suit jacket and draped it over you like a blanket.
⌠Not gonna lie, even Barbatos was a bit shooketh.Â
⌠He didnât say anything, though.
⌠Diavolo kissed your forehead lightly and had Barbatos bring him the last of his paperwork for the day, which he finished quickly while remaining by your side.
⌠After that he picked up our still sleeping form and brought you to his room where he tucked you in.
⌠He sent Lucifer a text saying that you would be staying the night at the palace then went to sleep after answering a few emails.
⌠He snores loudly, but you somehow managed to sleep through it.
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Barbatos
⌠Diavolo set up another palace retreat (because I said so)
⌠You had been assigned a room with Luke and Beelzebub that time.
⌠It went good at first, and everyone was sent off to sleep at around 10 p.m.
⌠At some point in the middle of the night, you awoke from a particularly nasty nightmare.
⌠You were more scared than usual when you woke up, since the room you were in was not your room at the House of Lamentation.
⌠It took a while for you to realize where you were and calm down, but even then you were to afraid to sleep.
⌠Slowly, you exited the room, careful not to disturb Luke and Beel.
⌠You made your way to Barbatosâ room and knocked softly.
⌠Briefly, you wondered if he was asleep, but then he opened the door.
⌠You silently panicked when you realized your hair was a mess and your clothing was rumpled from sleep, but your disheveled appearance didnât seem to faze him.
âŒÂ âHello. I was just about to prepare for bed. Is something the matter?â
⌠Suddenly, you felt very, very silly to come to such an ancient, powerful being for help with a little nightmare.
âŒÂ âSorry, itâs nothing. I apologize for bothering you. Iâll leave.â You said, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
âYou never bother me, my dear. Would you like to come in?â He asked, opening the door wider and stepping aside.
âYes. I would like that.â
âIs something bothering you?â
You blushed. âI had a nightmare. I couldnât go back to sleep after that. I know, itâs silly.â
âOf course it isnât.â
âCan I... Can I stay here with you tonight?â
âIf it would make you feel better, you may.â
⌠Barbatos tucked you in then sat next to you, gently running his hands through your hair. He began singing an old song in some ancient, forgotten language. His voice was soft and soothing as he sang, and you found yourself unable to stay awake even if you tried.
âŒÂ âGoodnight, my dear.â He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Thursday (Part 1)
Monday   Tuesday   Wednesday   Thursday (Part 2)   Friday   Saturday   Sunday
Spotify Playlist (collaborative)
Warnings: swearing, homophobia (f slurs and d slur), panic attacks, toxic friends, mentions of attempted suicide/getting told to kill yourself
Word count: 6,377
(A/N): ok, so I definitely got carried away with this, so I had to split Thursday into two parts. If I kept it in one part, itâd probs be like 10k-11k words long lmao
You woke up feeling strangely more refreshed than usual. Glancing at your clock, you saw that you actually woke up about thirty minutes before your alarm went off. You got a whopping twelve hours of sleep, a stark contrast from your recent sleep schedule consisting of no more than four hours a night. You felt like you could rule the world with how much energy you had. Sure, you felt anxiety pooling in your stomach like you usually did and you had a terrible dream about Haley rejecting you and getting completely outed to the entire school, but that did not stop you from throwing your covers off your bed and walking down the hall to the kitchen with the most confidence youâve had since starting high school.
When you got to the kitchen, you saw a dead looking Uncle Schlatt slumped at the table chugging coffee and a chipper Philza trying to make conversation. Usually, you wouldâve joined Schlatt in being dead inside, but today was different. You were filled to the brim with energy that you havenât had in years. As you walked through the door, their heads turned towards you.
âMornin Dad, mornin Uncle Schlatt!â
Your uncle merely grunted before going back to guzzling down his coffee. Your dad smiled at you, âwell, looks like someoneâs well rested.â
âYeah, I got like twelve hours of sleep last night.â
âGlad to hear it, hun. You really needed it.â
âGlad to hear someoneâs feeling well rested,â your uncle grumbled into his coffee.Â
âSchlatt, donât be such a downer all the time,â Philza rolled his eyes at your uncle.Â
âFuck you Phil, Iâm a ball of fuckin sunshine. Ainât that right, sweetheart?âÂ
âYeah, Dad, I donât know what youâre talkin about. Uncle Schlattâs the heart and soul of this house. Even if he doesnât live here.â
Schlatt gave a booming laugh, âsuck it Phil. And that, (y/n), is why youâre my favorite niece.â
âAt least Iâm someoneâs- wait. Iâm your only niece.â
âStill my favorite niece!â
You grinned happily, that was better than nothing. âLove ya, Uncle Schlatt!â
Your uncleâs cocky grin turned more sincere and he diverted his full attention to you, âlove ya too, kid.â
âLove each other quieter, you woke me up.â Wilburâs tired voice complained as he walked into the room and slumped into his chair next to Schlatt. Schlatt clapped a hand onto his shoulder and rustled his hair.
âMy man! Howâs Sally, huh?â
Wilbur flushed red and started sputtering as Philza turned his confused gaze to his son. âWhoâs Sally, Wilbur?â
You couldnât leave your brother high and dry when he accepted you for being yourself so readily yesterday, so you quickly jumped in for him. âSallyâs just one of his friends at school. Theyâre job shadowing together for their project. Right, Wilbur?â You turned towards the flustered man with a somewhat forced smile and raised eyebrows. He looked at you with immense relief and nodded vigorously, his hair flopping onto his forehead.Â
âYes! Weâre planning on job shadowing our band director, he said that itâd be a good idea if we want to major in music.âÂ
âOh, why didnât you tell me about her before! You should invite her over for dinner, Iâd love to meet her!â Oh, your dad did not buy your terrible excuse for Wilbur, that man is like a bloodhound when it comes to sniffing out lies. Poor, poor Wilbur.Â
Despite the blush remaining on his cheeks, Wilbur seemed to think that Philza actually bought his weak excuse. âIâll invite her over soon. Does Friday night next week work?â
Philza grinned cheekily, âyes! I canât believe you havenât brought her over sooner if youâre close enough to job shadow with her!â
At this point, Schlattâs face was cherry red with his almost failed attempt to hold in his laughter. âIâm not missin this. Me anâ Tubbs are comin over next Friday.âÂ
Wilbur still hasnât noticed that they hadnât bought it, you thought he was more perceptive than that. Eventually, Philza started to make breakfast and conversation lulled into a comfortable silence as everybody waited for Techno, Tommy, and Tubbo. Deciding to pull out your phone, you scrolled through your notifi- wait. Why did you have forty-two messages from Adrian and Sammy? Why did they make a groupchat with everyone except Annie? Furrowing your brows in confusion, you opened the group chat. What you read made your breathing catch in your chest and your skin blanch, it wasnât a dream. Everything was real.
Sammy <3
(y/n) you fucking pervert
How could you do this to us????
Adrian <3
Weâve given you everything and yet youâre still a disgusting person.Â
Fucking faggot
We thought we could fix you, but youâre broken
Youâre always going to be
Sammy <3
And now, youâre gonna go to hell with all the other dykes and fairies.
Itâll probably be heaven for you, surrounded by perverts like yourself
Youâre staying far away from Annie
Adrian <3
Youâve put her through so much shit and now this
We swear to god if you talk to her again weâre gonna make you wish you wouldâve gone through with killing yourself freshman year
Weâre leaking the pictures slut
You felt your anxiety melt away into betrayal. So they were yours and Haleyâs stalkers? How dare they try to leak Haleyâs pictures. They could leak yours, you didnât give a shit if yours were leaked. You could learn to live with it, you always did after all the shit you put yourself through throughout the years, but Haleyâs? She didnât do anything. Even if her rejection was painful, you still deeply cared for her. She didnât deserve that. You, however, did for not being normal. For making people around you uncomfortable with your presence.Â
(Y/n)
That was you guys?????
Why the fuck would you do that
I trusted youÂ
All of you
Sammy <3
We trusted you too dyke
But youâre a two-faced bitch
And to think we actually thought you were our friend
Were you only friends with Ann and I so you could get into our pants?
Iâm disgusted
Youâre a fucking pervert.
Adrian <3
We shouldnât have talked you out of suicide freshman year
You fucking deserve it
Make Annieâs life easier and just swan dive off a roof
Youâll be doing everyone a favor
(Y/n)
Listen, I donât care if you leak my pictures.
Just donât leak Haleyâs
She has no part in this
Iâll leave you guys alone if you delete Haleyâs pictures
Hell, Iâll do anything for you if you could release them after the final volleyball match today
Itâs Haleyâs time to shine and she deserves the attention as team captain
Sheâs worked so hard to get there all of high school and leaking my nudes would take the attention away from her
Let her have her moment
Sammy <3
For once she has a point
She probably manipulated the poor girl
Who knows what the fag wouldâve done to her if we didnât expose her
Adrian <3
Fine, weâll delete Haleyâs pictures and weâll wait until after the game
But weâre leaking yours
You deserve it for what you did to Annie and Haley
âKid, are you okay? Youâre kinda pale over there buddy.â
Looking up from your phone, you saw everybodyâs eyes on you. They each looked concerned, but Wilbur even more so. He was the only one in the room at the moment that knew about your panic attacks. He stood up from his spot and walked over to you with long strides.
âShe just remembered the homework in stats that we forgot about. Techno asked us in the group chat about it, we were just about to go and see if he could help us.âÂ
âBut Wilbur, I thought you took statistics last year.â
âNo, that was algebra two, Iâm taking stats this year,â that was a lie, he was in pre-calculus this year. âCâmon (y/n), lets go finish that assignment.âÂ
He grabbed your shoulder and hauled you into a stand before grabbing your hand and practically dragging you up the stairs and into Technoâs room. Said pink-haired teenager looked up angrily. âWhatâd I say about kno- (y/n)?â
Wilbur closed the door and locked it behind him. He dragged you over to Technoâs bed and sat you down on the edge before kneeling down to look you in the eyes.
â(Y/n), can I touch you? Is that alright?â
After you shakily nodded, he grabbed your hand and placed it over his chest. âBreathe with me.â Like yesterday, you tried to copy his movements, but it wasnât working. Your panic attack was just getting worse by the minute. Techno pushed Wilbur aside and took his place kneeling in front of you and grabbing your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.
â(Y/n), can you tell me five things you can see around the room?â
When you didnât move your wide eyes away from Technoâs face, he frowned and gently squeezed your hand. âYou can get through this. Whatâre five things you can see around the room?â
You reluctantly tore your eyes away from his face and peered around the room. You hadnât noticed that your blurred vision had tunneled until you realized that you couldnât see anything in your peripheral vision. Your unseeing eyes flicked around the room.Â
You tried to swallow, but you couldnât do anything through the lump in your throat. With a shaky voice, you gasped out âI-I canât breathe. I-â
âDeep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Follow me.â
You tried to breathe with him, and you eventually got to the point where you could speak. Your eyes flicked around the room once again and slowly recognized your surroundings.Â
âYou⊠Wilbur⊠Desk⊠WindowâŠâ
âThatâs good, just one more.â
Your eyes flicked around the room, â...Book.â
âLook back at me, youâre doing so good,â when you looked back at him, he had a small smile on his face. âNice job. Now, four things you can feel. Can you do that for me?â
You shakily nodded and looked at your hands and around your surroundings. âBed⊠Pants⊠You⊠Carpet.â
âThree things you can hear?â
âYou⊠Birds⊠Breathing.â
âYouâre almost there, Iâm so proud of you. Two things you can smell?â
âToast and⊠and burning?â
Despite his confusion about the sudden burning smell, he continued to smile at you. âGood, last one. One thing you can taste?â
You licked your lips before scrunching your nose slightly, â...snot.â
âWilbur, can you go get her a few kleenexes and a glass of water?â Techno asked his brother without taking his eyes off you.
Wordlessly, he swiftly left the room. âAre you feeling better?â
You panted as you reached up to rub at your teary eyes, âyeah, howâd you know what to do?â
His smile turned slightly bashful, âI did some research last night. Iâm glad I did, that was a bad panic attack. Can I- can I ask what caused it?â
You pulled out your phone and handed it to him, letting him scroll through the messages while you brought up your knees to your chest and rested your chin on your knees. You felt tired after that attack, however you had a little bit more energy than you usually did. Only a little bit more. It was probably because you slept for half the day and through the night yesterday. You watched your brother scroll through your texts with tired eyes.Â
He was emotionless as he scrolled, making you somewhat scared about what his reaction would be. He probably hasnât gotten to the whole âgo kill yourselfâ or the stalking parts. Judging by his set jaw and labored breathing, he was pissed already and he didnât even get to the bad parts yet.
In the middle of his scrolling, Wilbur came back with a box of tissues, a glass of water, and a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. When you hardly moved to grab them, he sat on the bed beside you and handed you a tissue. After cleaning up, you took the glass of water and started to slowly sip at it. âThanks, Wil.âÂ
He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him. When he looked over Technoâs shoulder at your phone, you saw his eyebrows furrow. âTech, whatâs-â
He was interrupted as Techno shoved your phone into his hands and stood up to start pacing around his room. âRead it yourself.â He sounded more monotone than usual. He was absolutely furious.
You watched Wilburâs face as he read through your messages. Unlike Technoblade, he looked furious. His eyes were set ablaze as his entire face turned an angry red. â(Y/n), what the absolute fuck? Why didnât you tell us this was happening?â
Shrinking in on yourself and pulling your knees closer to your chest, you murmured out a small âsorry.â You saw him quickly turn his head to you as his face softened. He pulled you into a full hug.
âThis isnât your fault. None of it is, itâs all their fault,â he spat with disgust. âHowâd they even get your nudes? Did you send them to anyone?â
You leaned your head against his shoulder, âthatâs the thing, Wil. Iâve never taken nudes before. They took them through my window. I deserve it.â
You felt him freeze up and heard Techno pause his pacing to stomp over to you. He tore Wilburâs arms off from you and held you out at arms length by your shoulders. He looked the most angry than youâve ever seen him with his furious eyes burning into your own and his mouth set in a firm frown. It was terrifying to see him that angry.
â(Y/n), you donât deserve a single fucking thing thatâs happened to you. You were manipulated and gaslit by a group of self righteous assholes. You. Do. Not. Deserve. Anything. That. Happened. To. You. Do you understand me?âÂ
Despite your fears of him, you were determined to protect your friends. âBut I do deserve it though. I was a bad friend to them. I tried so hard, but I couldnât be a good friend to them when they were always helping me. Iâm just not a good person in general. I deserve it for not being normal.â
â(Y/n)-â
âTechnoblade, thatâs enough.â Wilbur cut him off with a firm tone, putting a comforting hand on your arm.
âNo it isnât Wilbur. Itâs not enough until she realizes how fucking toxic they are. What theyâre doing is gaslighting. Youâre in a psychology class, you should know what that is. Give me the definition of it. Now.â
âItâs when someone manipulates another person for their own personal gain⊠Iâd know if Iâm being gaslit, and Iâm not. Theyâre just telling me the truth, they keep me in check. I could put more effort into my appearance and personality. I could stand to lose a couple of pounds.â
âHow do you not- ya know what? Listen. Just listen. Thatâs the definition of being gaslit. Theyâre constantly putting you down and making you self conscious about every. Little. Thing because they need to put someone down to fuel their own damaged egos and they laugh at you when you show that youâre hurt by their comments. Thatâs not a healthy friendship, (y/n). Itâs toxic.Â
âReal friends would never, and I mean never, do that to you. Real friends would never tell you that you looked like shit when youâre as beautiful as Aphrodite. Real friends would never out you to the entire school when you werenât ready. Real friends would never tell you to lose weight because they wouldnât care about what you look like. Real friends care about your well being and they look out for you. They love you for you.â
You fell silent as you contemplated his words. Were they really that toxic? You were planning on being a psychology major in college, so why didnât you notice that they were actually always against you? You learned in your class that manipulative people are naturally cunning and sneaky, but you couldnât help but feel stupid. You thought that they were helping you when they were clearly toxic. It was right under your nose and you didnât even see the signs. What kind of psychology student were you if you couldnât recognize the obvious signs of manipulation?Â
On one hand, you were filled with betrayal. But on the other hand, you felt molten hot anger overwhelm and swirl around your entire body like a cyclone absolutely decimating everything in its path with its violent winds hurling in a blind rage anything and everything without a care of the outcome. You felt the burning hatred of a thousand suns rise up from deep within your being, filling you with a hatred that you didnât know you were capable of.Â
They fucked up your entire life, not you. They were the ones with the ugly personalities, not you. They were the ones that needed to improve themselves, not you. They were bad friends, not you. They laughed at the pain they brought upon you purposefully. They completely humiliated you. They betrayed your trust. They took pictures of you without your consent. They fucked up your relationship with Haley. They violated Haley. They fucking stole her dignity from her with those disgusting pictures they took of her. They were truly vile creatures undeserving of any mercy. Not that you were actually considering being merciful, that would be too good for them. They deserved everything you were going to throw at them. You were going to rise like a phoenix from the ashes of your past self.Â
You felt yourself practically vibrate with fury as you held Technobladeâs intense gaze with one of your own. âThose bastards fucking used me for years. Literal years and I thought they were there for me,â you gave a sardonic laugh, your voice shaking with anger. âI-Iâm gonna fuckin kill them the next time I see their sorry asses. Make them feel what itâs like to get tossed out of a car. Make them feel what itâs like to constantly get beaten down.â
Technoâs hands gripped your shoulders in a vice grip as his eyes sparked with a crazed delight and he grinned widely at you, âthatâs the spirit! Youâre gonna rain hellfire upon them, beat their asses (y/n)! Fuck em up! FUCK! EM! UP!â
Wilbur, always thinking about potential consequences and the voice of reason, spoke up with hesitance. âAs much as I love that youâre finally realizing that theyâre toxic as hell and want revenge, youâd have to wait at least until tomorrow. If you did it today, you wouldnât be allowed to go to finals. Besides, I donât think that you should even fight them. You would be out- wait. Theyâre the ones that opened the car door and fucked up your back?â Seeing you nod, his face darkened in anger. â...(Y/n), youâre gonna fuck em up as soon as you can tomorrow. Weâll back you up if they try to gang up on you, we arenât eighteen yet, so itâs still legal. â
âYES, SUCCUMB TO THE ANARCHY! WEâRE GONNA FUCK EM UP!â
âYOU ARE NOT FUCKING ANYONE UP ANYTIME SOON, TECHNOBLADE.â Philzaâs voice boomed from behind the closed door. Said door swung open to reveal your fatherâs angry form and your uncleâs intrigued, slightly proud form.
You three stared at the two for a while with gaping mouths, your previous intensity substantially diminuendos into a quiet shock. No one fucks with an angry Dadza. Techno was the quickest to get over the shock. â...How long were you standing there?â
Your father sneered. âWell, long enough to hear that you three are going to fight someone! Why the hell would you do that?âÂ
Your brothers looked at you in a silent question. Shaking your head, you answered in a small voice, âthereâs just some people messing with me at school. They were just worried about me. We werenât gonna actually fight someone, they were just talking about how itâd be nice to get some revenge for me. I was just about to tell them that I could handle myself and we didnât need to fight.â
Immediately, your dadâs stiff stance relaxed slightly as his eyes pierced into your own, searching them to see if youâre lying to him or not. You felt a cold sweat drip down the back of your head at the intensity of his gaze, you hated when he did that. It always made you feel like he was staring right at your soul. Eventually, his gaze softened.
âWhy didnât you tell me? I couldâve helped you through it.â
âI didnât want to bother you. Plus, itâs nothing I canât handle by myself.â
âBut you looked really panicked earlier hun. Are you sure you can-â
âI just forgot about my stats homework until this morning and I thought I wouldnât be able to get it done in time, but I did! No worries,â you spoke a little faster than usual. You prayed that he wouldnât see through your lie.Â
â...Alright. Just let me know if it gets to be too much for you and I can talk with your principal about it. Now go eat something and get ready, you only have,â he glanced at the clock on the wall, âan hour before you have to be at school. Hurry up or youâre going to be late.â
Your dad turned around and walked down the hallway away from the room. Schlatt, however, loomed in the doorway for a while before he came into the room and closed the door behind him. You three watched him warily as he eyed you and your brothers.
â...Ya know, I approve,â after seeing your confused looks, he chuckled and spoke again. âI approve of you three fuckin em up. I heard part of your conversation, and those snot nosed brats deserve it for what they did to my favorite niece.â
You three stared at him with shock, making him laugh at you. âClose your mouths, youâre gonna catch flies.â He paused for a second before leaning towards you and whispering ânow, you didnât hear it from me, but the key to a good punch is following through with it. Donât hesitate. Donât tuck your thumb in, thatâll break it. Make sure you center your hit on your index and middle fingers, they are the strongest points of the hand. If you need to, go for the eyes, nose, and groin.â
âI-thank you Uncle Schlatt. I really appreciate it. Just- please donât tell dad?â
âOf course not! I mean, if you donât fuck em up enough I will. (Y/n), when youâre done, I want details.â
You saluted sarcastically, âyessir, will do!â
He gave a boisterous laugh, âyou better. Now go get ready.âÂ
As he was about to walk out of the room, he suddenly paused and his hand shot to his pants pocket. He pulled something out before putting it into your hand and turning again to walk out of the room. âThis is from Tubbo and Tommy. They were worried about you.â In your hand laid three of your favorite candies. You felt your heart swell at their innocent, caring natures. They were honestly some of the sweetest kids youâve ever met.Â
âWell boys, you get first pics!â You held out the candy to them.
Wilbur looked at you with knitted eyebrows, âbut they gave those to you.â
âI wouldnât have gotten through that panic attack without you guys helping me, so take this as a temporary thank you.â You watched as they glanced at each other before reaching out to grab a piece of candy.
âAlright, Iâm gonna go get ready, you guys can take the bathroom before me. Love you guys!â
You went into your room and made sure your curtains were closed before turning to your closet. Humming in thought, you picked out a white button up and the nicest sweater you owned. You put on the collared button up then slipped the sweater on over it so that the collar poked out of the neck. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, feeling more confident in yourself than youâve felt since you started hanging out with them. Fuck them, they always lied to you. You looked great in anything you put on. You felt elated and basked in the spectacular feeling of being able to like what you wore.Â
While you waited for your brothers to leave the bathroom, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through your contacts before you stopped on one: Haleyâs. The girl that stole your heart and relentlessly stomped on it until it was a red puddle at her feet. Despite the pain, you still loved her. She was your everything. Your thumb hovered over her icon, contemplating on texting her. You had to tell her that she didnât have to worry about her pictures anymore.Â
(Y/n)
Haley
I know you donât want to talk to me, but I have good news
You donât have to worry about your pics anymore
I took care of it.
You donât have to reply to this
Just know that I took care of it and you donât have to worry about it anymore.
You sat on your bed staring at your phone screen waiting for her to open your messages. You stared at the âdeliveredâ icon at the bottom of your message, waiting for it to say âreadâ. You stared for about ten minutes before you gave up, putting your phone in your pocket and standing up with a sigh. She would see it eventually. Just as you reached your door, you felt a vibration in your pocket. You whipped out your phone and smiled at Haleyâs face on your screen. She was calling you.Â
Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down, you clicked the answer button, âhey Hales.â
â(Y/n), whatâd you do?â
âI took care of it. Thatâs all you have to know.â
âI think I should know more. Whatâd you do?â
You paused for a moment before you hesitantly said, âI asked them to delete your pictures and they have to, itâs part of our deal.â
â...You found out who they were?â
âYeah, but thatâs not important. You donât have to worry about it.â
â(Y/n), donât tell me what to worry about. Who are they?â
â...Fine, it was Adrian Schnieder, Annie Lockhart, and Sammy McConnor. Ya know, youâre scary when youâre mad Hales. Remind me not to get on your bad side again.â
âIt was them? You hang out around them all the time, I thought you were good friends. Why would they do that?â
Even though she couldnât see you, you shrugged. âI dunno. I think they were just jealous. Theyâre assholes and I canât believe I havenât noticed it a lot sooner. Iâm sorry they put you through that, you didnât deserve what they did to you.â
âGod (y/n),â she sighed out, you imagined that she was running a hand through her hair. âI canât imagine how much that hurt you. You four were really close.â
âI know, but it was a long time coming. Like I said, I shouldâve noticed that it was them. Theyâve always been toxic as hell.â
âHowâd you find out? What happened?â
âDid you hear about what they did to me yesterday?â
âShould I? If youâre not comfortable talking about it, thatâs totally okay. You donât have to talk about it if you donât wanna.â
âNo, itâs fine. Youâre gonna hear about it eventually, shit spreads like wildfire at Klinkver. Long story short, they outed me to the entire school and thought that I was only friends with them to get in their pants. They basically told me to kill myself,â you added nonchalantly. âBut thatâs not the important part about this. They told me that they were the people that took those pictures of you.â
â...(Y/n), how could you say thatâs not important! They fucked up your life and all you care about is my pictures? Whatâd they say theyâd do with yours?â
âI asked them to not leak them until after the match tonight so you could have the spotlight. You deserve it after all the hard work youâve put in to get team captain. Zuri was hard to beat and you deserve the recognition for that.â
You heard her take a deep breath through her nose, â(y/n), for once in your life care about yourself over others. Youâre gonna be exposed to the entire school and it bothers me that youâre being so nonchalant about that.â
âTheyâve put me through worse. Besides,â you wove a hand in the air, âitâll all blow over sooner or later when another person gets their nudes leaked. You remember how fast people forgot about Marleneâs nudes when Mayâs got leaked like a week later.â
âStill, itâs degrading to have people see you like that. No matter how fast they get over it, it doesnât change the fact that theyâve seen you. You canât come back from that sweetheart.â
You felt your heart skip a beat at the nickname. Even if she called almost everybody that, you felt special. âI donât care if people see my boobs, it wasnât even a clear picture anyways. It was hella blurry.â
Your door swung open for the second time today. There stood Tommy, his eyes peering innocently at you. âDad wanted me to tell you to hurry up.â
You smiled at him, âthank you buddy. Let him know Iâll be down in a minute. Oh, and thank you for the candy, it really made me happy.â
He beamed brightly before he sprinted down the stairs. âWas that Tommy? Is he gonna be at the match tonight?â
âOf course, he and Tubbo are our teamâs mascots after all. They would never miss a game, especially our final match.â
âI canât wait to see them, but we need to talk about this. Itâs more serious than you paint it as. How are you not pissed at those dumbasses? You trusted them and they betrayed you.â
âOh, believe me Iâm furious. Heh, Iâm actually kinda shaking right now because of how pissed I am. But for now, Iâm just gonna imagine their faces on the ball so I can keep my mind off them until tomorrow.â
â...Please donât tell me youâre gonna do something stupid tomorrow.â
âI wouldnât call it stupid per se, they deserve it for what they put you through. Itâs more getting justice than being stupid.â
â(Y/n), I swear to god if you start a fight just to get back at them for me, Iâm gonna slap you. Think about yourself every once and a while, they put you through so much. If you feel comfortable, youâre gonna tell me everything they did to you tonight on the bus coming home.â
âSo weâre gonna sit together?â You tried and failed to stomp the hopeful tone from your voice.
Her laugh sounded angelic in your ear, âof course we are silly, youâre my best friend. I gotta go, my dadâs calling me. Iâll talk to you later!â
âSee ya!â When you hung up, you danced around your room with joy. You- no, they- didnât ruin your friendship with Haley after all! Oh, you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest with joy. Even if she didnât like you like you adored her, you still cherished your friendship. Looking back, Haley and the team always had your back, they genuinely cared about you. They were perhaps the only ones you would fully trust in the future.Â
â(Y/N), HURRY UP YOUâRE GONNA BE LATE!â Tommyâs voice outside your door shook you from your happy dance. âComing!â
You ran to the bathroom and hastily went through your routine. Despite your rushing, you tried your best to look presentable. You were going to prove those snakes wrong, you were beautiful no matter what you wore or how you looked.
After running down the stairs with your bag, your dad stopped you before you could run out the door with your keys. âYou look nice today hun.â
âThanks Dad, I just wanted to dress up a bit for finals today. Iâm honestly really pumped to play tonight.â
âThatâs good,â he smiled at you before pulling you into a quick hug. âJust take it easy today, you need to save your energy for the match tonight... Listen, I donât know what happened to you this morning and I donât know exactly whatâs going on in your life right now, but just know that Iâm always gonna be here for you. Whether you need help with homework, advice, or if you want me to beat up someone elseâs dad for you,â he chuckled, âIâll do it.âÂ
You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, happy with the contact. You two stood in the hall for a moment before he pulled away and told you to leave for school.Â
The drive to the school was uneventful with your brothers mainly holding up the conversation. As you pulled into the parking lot, you realized that you needed to catch up on two full days of stats homework.
âHey Tech?â He hummed, looking over to you.
âSorry, but would I be able to maybe copy your stats notes from Tuesday?â
âYeah, Iâll give em to you so you can copy it before school starts. Weâd have to go to Mr. Mullins for yesterdayâs notes though. We can just ask him about it before school starts.â
As you pulled into a space and moved to leave the car, a hand stopped you. â(Y/n), if any of those two-faced bitches bother you at all, let us know. Donât deal with this on your own, weâre here for you,â Wilbur said genuinely.
âYeah, if they say anything bad about you, itâs on sight.â
You laughed, âthanks guys, Iâll let you guys know if they do anything. We gotta get going though if Tech and I wanna get those notes done.â
In the school, you and Techno successfully got your notes done before the first bell rang. The rest of class went by without a hitch with you actually somewhat understanding mostly everything being taught. You even got a question right when you were called on! Turns out not feeling weighed down by toxic people helps a lot with concentration.
The only block you were dreading was the second block. You were sure that if you even glanced at Annie and Adrian, youâd go apeshit on them. Luckily for them, they didnât show up to class today. They were probably comforting Annie after you âmanipulatedâ her, you thought with an eye roll. Today was just another work day, so you pulled out your laptop and opened Google Docs. You saw Annieâs and Adrianâs unfinished and you were slapped in the face with inspiration.Â
They were still expecting you to finish their essays, so you were gonna finish them alright. You were going to completely rewrite their essays all about how they were terrible homophobes and how LGBT+ people are always facing some form of discrimination amongst their peers, complete with attached screenshots of them calling you slurs over text. Youâd even write a little note at the beginning that would tell your teacher that they didnât write this, but they made you write it so you deserved the credit for it. You didnât care that this would take a while, the satisfaction that you would get would be worth it. This was going to completely screw up their grades, this essay was worth twenty five percent of your overall grade. Mr. Todd was really laid back, so he only had a few rules in the classroom. First was to respect your classmateâs time and work, second was to clean up after yourselves, and third (âthe most important oneâ he said on the first day of school) was that he would never tolerate racism, sexism, transphobia, or homophobia in his classroom. Your masterpieces you were writing would definitely earn them a failing grade, a good scolding from Mr. Todd, and maybe a visit to the principalâs office. This would be first in a long line of gifts you have in mind for them.Â
At lunch, you were slightly stumped as to where you should sit. You didnât really know anybody in your lunch period, so you just sat at the empty table Adrian, Annie, and Sammy left for you today and ate while working on your masterpieces. Finding sources was extremely easy for you, you remembered doing extensive research about discrimination when you first found out that you werenât the straight girl you thought you were. Luckily for you, you still had the old Google Doc full of sources you wanted to save for later. Thank you, freshman you.Â
Third and fourth block went by relatively quickly, you completely finished the work in both classes with plenty of time left for you to continue typing up the essays. You had gotten Adrianâs completely done and Annieâs thesis written. Oh, revenge is sweet. You werenât even done with what you had in store for them.Â
You had their parentâs phone numbers and you got Adrianâs bossâ number from Marlene, who worked with him as a waitress. Annieâs parents were total sweethearts that would be absolutely fuming if you showed them what she said to you. You werenât sure about Adrianâs or Sammyâs parents, but you were going to send them screenshots anyways. If Adrianâs parents were as bigoted as he was, you still had his boss to fall back on. You could email the screenshots to the principal and the athletic director so that you could have something to rely on if Sammyâs parents had the same beliefs as she did. She valued cross country more than everything, so you could fuck that up for her. Revenge never tasted so sweet to you before, it felt like you were high with how giddy you were. Techno and Wilbur were going to love this.Â
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The Lure Of Nightfall [2]
Izuku Midoriya X Fem! Reader
Summary: After accidentally flying in on your best friend jerkin his meat to the thought of you, things get out of hand, and youâre thrown into a weekly routine.
WARNINGS!: Voyeurism, Masturbation
Category: Smut, Smut, Pure Smut.
Word Count: 8.7k+
A/N: You all wanted this! >.< I hope I delivered~
Just To Clarify:
This is a continuation!
panties are a bitch.
Part One
Tag List:Â @zylith-imagines-and-fics @birds-have-teeth @my-bnha-things.
The morning after carried on just as any Sunday would have.
Izuku woke up refreshed and ready to start his daily work out.
The strange bird encounter completely slipped his mind as he ran laps, pushing his legs to run faster and faster with each completed circle.
He was always one to push his limits, always one to ignore the burning in his calves and thighs as his legs became a blur of motion beneath him.
All he could think about was how many laps he had run, and how many more he had to go.
You could only ever push yourself so far. He learned that lesson the hard way not too long ago when he didnt stop running until his legs gave out and a student had to come and get him.
His legs were practically dead weight for the following few hours.
Sighing at the memory, he went on, arm coming up to wipe the sweat from his brow.
It was 9:00AM when he finally finished his workout routine, a little later than he was used to. But who could blame him? He did go to bed later than his schedule recommended, after all.
But..
That wasnât..
His fault..
He frantically shook his head, scarred palms slapping his redding cheeks as what got him so riled up in the first place flickered through his mind.
 He did not need to have such thoughts at this moment.
Heading back to his dorm, he grabbed his shampoo and body wash, as well as a fresh change of clothes before skipping down the steps. He felt gross and sticky with sweat, and he couldnât wait to feel the rush of water against his skin.
Oh!No oneâs here!Â
He thought happily as he practically skipped into the bathroom, putting his clothes in the locker beside the shower stall he chose.
He hopped into the shower, not bothering to turn the heat on as cold showers always seemed to snap him out of any dirty thoughts. Plus, not only did they help make someone more alert after an intense workout, the cool water always left a heated body feeling much better.
Once done, he quickly dried off and changed, making his way to the sinks to brush and fully dry his thick, damp hair.
Such fluffy hair regrettably required a stay-in conditioner, or else it would look simply dreadful - frizzy hair galore. No one, especially him, wants that. Though it took away that masculine scent of body wash guys apparently are supposed to thrive in, it did make him smell pretty sweet. It all fit together perfectly in a way. Sugar nâ spice made everything nice, right?
As he was spraying the stay-in conditioner, running a wooden comb through the damp, curly green locks, he let his mind wander.
He forgot something, didnât he?
It felt like he did.
He chewed his pouty bottom lip, eyes narrowing as he let his arms run on autopilot so his thoughts could drift.
He wasnât usually so forgetful, so what on Earth was he forgetting?
Something the other day, surely.
He didnât have anything planned today.
Just relax and enjoy life for a second. They didnât get breaks often, and last Sunday he was at the mall all day with you and his friend group.
You..
What about you?
He felt like you were the key to his confusion and forgetfulness, but why?
He hadnât had an interaction with you yesterday that would require his immediate attention, so-
Wait.
His movements stopped as he stared wide-eyed at his reflection in the mirror.
Most birds sleep at night, that was common knowledge.
So why the hell was there one on his balcony so late last night.
He dropped his comb, wood clanging loudly onto the floor, the noise echoing around his suddenly deaf ears.
Birds donât nuzzle fingers.
Birds fly away when a human approaches.
That wasnât any ordinary bird.
That wasnât a bird at all, was it?
No.
There was only one person who could turn into a bird..
And that person was..
You.
Oh god.. Oh god, no!
Izuku collapses to his knees, arms wrapping securely around his head as he blushes and whines like a mad man.
You saw him! You had to have seen him!
He was!Â
He was naked-!
You didnïżœïżœt⊠you didnât see and hear him in the act, right!?
He shakily inhaled, shameful tears blurring his vision.
You heard him moan out your name, didnt you!
You must hate him now! Think heâs disgusting..
What type of person masturbates to their best friend!
But he couldnât help it!
Heâs been in love with you for so long..
He knew his dreams would never come to fruition, that you would never like him as much as he liked you, so he took to his mind to live out a life heâs always wanted.
One his body so desperately craves.
It was so humiliating!
How could he face you..?
Fat tears streamed down his face, heart breaking at the thought of you never speaking to him again. His mind fled to a dark place, completely ignoring the fact that the bird had been so gentle with him and seemingly uncaring.
So, imagine his surprise when you happily greeted him at one of the tables as he walked out of the bathroom for water.
Upon seeing his tear stained face, worry quickly consumed you, face contorting as you jumped up and rushed over to him.
âHey, are you okay? Whatâs wrong, âZuku? You were crying?â
You bombarded him with questions, hands coming up to delicately cradle his burning face between them.
His head felt fuzzy as he stared into your (E/C) eyes glimmering with concern.
A whimper built up in the back of his throat, fearful that youâd still leave him.
But why were you acting like last night never happened? That you didnt watch him defile your name?
Well, to be honest, you currently clung onto the hope that he never realized it was you. He wasnât acting angry or upset like youâd expect him to if he did find out, so it was obvious you were in the clear.Â
Except, you werenât. And he did know.
He just didnât know why, why you were there or why you watched him. Surprisingly, he didnât feel as creeped out about as he probably should have, it was like there was a small bell of honor ringing in his chest.
All in all, he figured you wanted to hang out, thatâs why you were there in the first place.
But he wanted to know why you watched him - why you didnât leave the moment you no-doubt saw him pleasuring himself.
God, he felt stupid.
He should have paid more attention to the time he chose, you always came to his dorm around that time during the weekend!
He wanted to facepalm, hide his ashamed face beneath his palms.
But for now, heâd soak in the feeling of your soft hands holding his face, thumbs brushing away stray tears.
You were trying to hide it. Hide the fact that you saw him. Heâd indulge you, pretend he didnât know anything
âY-Yeah! Iâm alright..!â
He smiled.
And so the show began.
He never stopped hanging out with you, and the shame soon melted away into desire as the days trudged on.
He didnt know why, but the thought of you watching him do something so intimate.. It thrilled him to his very core, sent tingles down his spine and left him breathless for a moment or two.
It actually gave him quite a few boners in class, much to his embarrassment. Lord, did his mind wander too much. He was just a hormonal teenage boy, after all.
Funnily enough, he could feel that the majority of the time you spent around each other, your stare was directed towards him. It was as if he was your center of attention throughout most classes these days, the apple of your mesmerizing eyes, and it felt amazing.
Like.. like he was the only thing you cared about. Only thing you needed.
He loved that feeling.
He wanted more.
He wanted you to, in a way, need him as much as he needed you.
He wanted it to happen again, wanted to know what it would feel like if he was actually aware of it occurring rather than only finding out about it the next day when his senses came back.
So, he decided heâd try touching himself every Saturday at the same time, since that is when you last showed up, leaving his window and curtains open just so you could, theoretically, get a good view.
He knew how wrong it was, wanting his best friend to watch him do something so sinful at nightfall whilst holding innocent conversations during the daylight.
He was too horny for his own good. Could you blame him?
The first attempt was unsuccessful, and he never did feel your piercing gaze on his trembling body as he worked himself to completion.
It was disappointing, but he had hope, and an unexpected outlet for his sexual frustrations.
Meanwhile, you were going crazy.
It felt like you were holding onto a dirty little secret, one Izuku had absolutely no idea about.
Everyday you had to force yourself to not let the image of him writhing sinfully around on his sheets float to the surface of your overactive mind.
You definitely did not need any soaked panties, especially considering youâd have to walk around all day like that.
It was truly a blessing in disguise.
Was it strange to say that in a way you got off on talking innocently to Izuku now?
Staring into his beautiful green eyes, talking about the math homework you forgot to do, all you could think about was how those eyes were glazed over with lust, pupils blown ridiculously wide as he came all over himself.
Such a messy boy.
Gah!
You aggressively shook your head in class, hands rubbing aggressively at your closed eyes to try and erase the image..
â(Y-Y/N)? Are y-you okay?â Izuku stuttered nervously, hands outstretched, ready to place them on your shoulders if you needed to be steadied.
You were simply talking, but suddenly you had such a violent reaction when he asked what answer you got for question three on the homework!
Had you not done it? Maybe you had had quite the trouble with it and didnât want to remember the minutes wasted on chewing on your mechanical pencil as tears of frustration streamed down your face? Heâd seen it occur before, It was a very weird and.. sad.. sight.
âAh!â You yelped, ripping your hands from your face as you suddenly remembered where you were - you couldnât just pull that sort of stunt in class, itâd make people think you were weirder than you already clearly are!
But that was just the start of it all.
You so desperately wanted to see him in that state again, wanted to hear your name slip from his spit-slicked raw lips in a wanton moan.
The fact that he was your best friend slowly started to fade from your mind, replaced by lustful desires. Whatâs shame? Never heard of that.
Who could hear anything over your moans anyway?
Night fell into a routine of your hands stuffed down your panties, fingers covered in your own slick rubbing roughly at your puffy clit as two of your fingers thrust in and out of yourself.
You constantly wondered just what that pretty boy imagined in that oh-so-obviously dirty mind of his as he pumped his cock.
Was he imagining you riding him, face smothered by your tits, mouth latched onto one of your perky buds, sucking the red flesh into his mouth as you bounced up and down on his long, painfully hard and throbbing cock?
Your breath caught in your throat at the image, fingers speeding up.
Or perhaps was he imagining pounding into your tight little pussy, your legs wrapped around his slim hips, fingers clawing red marks into his back so that he could show them off whilst changing into his gym clothes the next day in the locker room?
You squealed as you suddenly clenched down on your two digits, the coil wound tight in your stomach from all the dirty images whizzing past your head snapping unexpectedly, cumming all over your fingers.Â
You laid there panting, eyes staring deliriously up at the star-covered ceiling.
You had to see him in the act again, no question about it.
It was unfortunate how you passed out from exhaustion Saturday before the time Izuku would ultimately begin going mad in his bed.
It was hard not to beat yourself up over it, especially since you now had to suffer through another week of not seeing his pretty face drenched in sweat, mouth wide open and tongue flopping out.
Grr!
More suffering for the both of you.
It was still so very funny how despite all of these lewd thoughts the both of you possessed for one another, you still got along just as well as before.
It was as if nothing had happened at all.
Honestly, it was a great relief to the both of you.
Originally, you had thought that since you saw him in that new light, youâd be unable to have a decent conversation with him, and he thought that youâd be too disgusted with him to ever even think about speaking to him.
Of course, that was bullshit.
He knew you purposely stayed there to watch him.Â
That was part of the reason he wanted it to happen again.
He was clinging onto the hope that you liked him back, and thatâs why it seemed as if you ignored the whole thing.
No, wait. He didnt want it to happen again⊠he needed it to happen again. Not just to satisfy him, but to just see if it wasnât a mistake. A clarification. Something he could cling to in his mind. Something that told him there was an even bigger chance that you might miraculously like some gross nerd like him back.
He was still insecure, even after all the body changes he has gone through.
The scars didnt help much, either.
He could look at his body and feel proud of how much stronger he was, but those rough scars that would permanently taint his skin always left him feeling a bit shy.
He openly showed them, of course, not afraid considering they were marks of his growth and a reminder that he was able to save someone, but they didnt exactly feel nice.
His skin was once silky smooth all over, but now it wasnt, and it would never be the same again.
You knew him without the scars for the longest, but that also meant you knew the whimpy Deku, and not the Hero Deku he was becoming.
So many thoughts were constantly racing around in his mind, it was hard to keep track of them at times.
He blocked out the thoughts with a heavy heart, going back to his previous activity.
And of course, for you, well, youâd be lying if you said you didnât visit him in your bird form during the night on weekdays, curious to see if, by chance, he was up - which he often wasnât, and if he was sinning.
To no avail, of course.
It was hard to place if you were missing it by some misfortune, or if he just wasnât doing it. So Saturday was your best guess. You saw him do it that day, so you figured from the beginning youâd see him to it again on all Saturdays. Thatâs what you hoped, anyway.
The next Saturday, though, you were proven correct.
The scene was similar to the one from last time, you, perched on the railing, sliding glass door open, curtains pushed to the side, and Izuku moaning like a slut on his bed covers.
Your feathers ruffled up in excitement, it looked as if he just came from the shower, towel discarded on the floor.
Things were going to be much different this time, unknown to you, of course.
Because this time, Izuku knew you were there.
He knew you were watching him.
And he knew it was on purpose because earlier that evening you stopped by to play video games before âretiringâ for the night.
Naughty girl, did you expect him to believe that when heâs been able to see through your lies ever since childhood?
He could feel your piercing gaze, and it thrilled him, making his cock slathered in lube he recently purchased twitch against his toned stomach.
Currently, he was rubbing up and down his twitching thighs, trying to calm himself down since, in his excitement at hearing you drop by, he almost came.Â
You eagerly watched as he did so, black eyes following his beautiful hand movements.
His thighs were so, so glorious.
Was it a bad thing to want to be trapped between them whilst you sucked his pretty dick?
To have them suffocate you was a dream. Youâd give just about anything for them to squeeze your head as he came closer and closer to unraveling.
His legs were always nice, but ever since he began using them to smash incredibly large and sturdy objects, your fixation with them grew.
Hell, who were you kidding? You loved every aspect of that boy.
You wanted to lather his perfect body in searing kisses, whispering praises under every breath you took.
Your toes curled, clinging onto the raining as you leaned forward eagerly, watching as his hands traced down his inner thighs, just to drag across the underside of his dick.
He gasped once his fingers ran over his slit, head shoving itself into his pillow.
He wanted to put on a good show for you, gauge your reaction from the corner of his half-lidded eyes.
Surely youâd be too transfixed by his lower half to notice dark green eyes gazing over at you.
And he was right.
Because you couldnât tear your attention away from his crotch, his hips lifting off the bed as he slowly thrusted into the tunnel he made with his hand.
It was as if he was teasing himself by going slow, his whines for more being a clear give away, that and the twitch of his hips as he sought a faster pace but held himself back.
âA-ahh~ (Y/N).. S-so good.. To me..â
How could he not imagine his hands as your own?
Yours were so small, too.. Could they even fully wrap around his thick length? He was all too eager to find out, but thatâd have to be for a later date. Hopefully.
As time flew by, his impatience grew.
He wanted to put a good show on for you, truly, he did! But he couldnât help himself, he wanted to cum oh-so badly.
To have that knot that was already building up in his system before you flew in to finally burst.
Sobs tore from his throat as he finally gave in, aching cock slamming into his fist with a wet squelch as his hand squeezed and twisted down on his length.
He didnât last long, soon releasing his seed all over himself once again with a shrill cry, body arching up beautifully off the bed.
Whilst regaining his breath, he shakily looked over at you, joy sparking in his system to see you leaning forward as if you were enraptured by him.
It felt so good.
This occured more often than either of you would like to admit, but yet, there was no complaints.
Like before, life carried on normally in the light of day, but Saturday night? Showtime.
It was always something new, much to your enjoyment.Â
One night, which just so happened to be one where a new moon hung high in the inky black sky freckled with stars, you had the pleasure of witnessing him fuck a pillow.Â
So sweet. A true jackpot.Â
Since the tranquil, silvery beams of moonlight were absent on this particular evening, an Allmight night light of sorts illuminated the room in a yellow glow. It was brighter than the times before, ultimately giving you a better look at just what he was doing.Â
That wasnât all, though.
Before, with the pale light of the moon, he was always submerged in a sinful atmosphere.
But now, you see, he looked so very soft in this light. It showered his perfectly toned, freckled and sweaty body in such a warm glow. It radiated innocence, despite his downright dirty acts of self-care.
His face was pressed to the side of the mattress, drool dripping past his parted lips as he gasped and moaned, cheeks burning red, eyes closed and brows arched upward as he chased that sweet, sweet release he so anticipated. His hips rutted into the soft pillow like a bunny in heat. Scarred hands had a death grip on it, forcing it down on his cock to provide an addicting combination of pressure and pleasure. Though you couldnât quite see his flushed dick in action, his adorable face and moans made up for it.Â
Was it too bold of you to say he was imagining the pillow was you?Â
The way your name rolled off his tongue certainly would lead to that blissful assumption.
Another night you had gotten there early.
It was a particularly breezy night, the wind making his curtains dance and hair sway slightly. It was still hard to believe he liked having his sliding-glass door open. Did he like the fresh air when he was left gasping from his ministrations? Or did he thrive on the possibility that someone could hear him cry out?Â
How alluring that thought was.
But, how foolish of you to assume you were being sneaky.
To your luck, getting there early meant you got to see him set up the act, anticipate just what he was about to do. Predictions flooded your mind as you watched him with a tilted head as he poured lube onto his shaky fingers.
Whatever he was about to do, he seemed nervous. A first time thing, perhaps? Or was he shaking with desire?
Youâd later come to realize you never wanted to be in front of this man more than that night.
Because, to your utmost delight, that was the night you witnessed him finger himself for no-doubt the first time.
He was cautious and tense, you could easily tell from so far away. You couldnât see what he was doing exactly, but it wasnât too hard to put pieces of a puzzle together.Â
In the beginning, he was trying to ease himself into it, one hand languidly stroking his erection, trying to calm his erratic heartbeat, whilst the other seemed to tease at his opening.
He bit his bottom lip the moment he decided it was time to quit shitting around, thighs splaying wide open once again for better access - and to you, a better view. His eyes slipped closed as he tried to focus on what he was doing, momentarily stopping the strokes on his cock so his attention would be on the feeling of a single digit slipping in and out of his virgin hole. He stayed tensed for a while, obviously trying to adjust. It wasnt until a few minutes later that he started to get really into it, slipping in another finger as his hips started to rock to the slow beat set.
His weeping dick was given attention again not long after that, hips wiggling and high-pitched cries of ecstasy tears from his throat at the two hands working in unison.
You couldnât help but hop from one foot to the other that night as you eagerly drank in the sight.
âA-ahh! O-h oh god! (Y-Y/N)! F-faster- oh! Ple-ase f-fahh! Uhn! Ha-ah- ah- ah!â
Were you fucking him in this fantasy? A strap on, maybe? You wouldnt oppose doing so, heâs so cute begging like this. Begging for a plastic cock to pound into his tight ass with each whine, whimper, and moan.
He finished quite quickly, fingers probably finally finding that sweet spot deep inside of him. His eyes shot open, going cross as he practically screamed into the night.
And most recently, you witnessed him cum so hard he passed out for a few moments.
And you knew exactly why.
Because earlier that day, your boredom once again got the best of you, and you couldnt help but notice Izuku was lost in his thoughts during a break period. So, being the cheeky shit you were, you waltzed on over to him, leaning down to whisper in his ear âHey.âÂ
It was funny how he had to slap a hand over his mouth, obviously hiding a whine. You knew your voice had an effect on him, especially when it was lowered an octave. Pair that with your hot breath fanning over his overly sensitive ear? The man was pudding.Â
â(Y-Y/N)! I-I told you to stop doing that..!â He blushed, eyes squeezing shut to avoid your smirking face.
But that wasnât all, no. You sat in his lap after that. He almost died, face a cherry red as his hands were held up, not sure where to put them.
It was honestly a rare occasion, for Iida was out with Momo for class president and vice president duties. You had to take advantage of that.
âWhat? I donât want to stand this whole time!â Came your pouty response, and he most definitely couldnât refuse those puppy-dog eyes you used on him.
To his horror, you wiggled in your fleshy seat, trying to get âcomfortableâ whilst pretending you had no idea what you were doing to him. You knew damn well what it was you were doing, you were grinding your ass on his crotch - just for an agonizing moment.
It was hard to get him to form a sentence that wasnât broken with stutters the whole time you sat atop his lap. He was so cute, all blushy like that. A little strawberry.
The second Iida and Momo came back from their duties, you jumped off his lap, startling him once again. To your âmisfortune,â you dropped the pencil which was tucked into your shirt pocket. So, you promptly bent down to get it, giving the perverted Izuku behind you a glorious view of your round ass covered by a pair of lacy white panties.
It was a wonder how he didnât pass out as you expected him to, honestly.
You never heard him cry out your name as much as you did that very night.
Who knew such a shy and bashful boy could be so.. Lewd?
It was a major turn on, you could only imagine what it would be like to be there with him.
Oh, how glorious that would be.
To stare into his eyes blown wide with lust and glazed over with desire, knowing full well you were the true reason behind it - and not just his hands.
You wanted to..
You wanted to do so many things to and with him.
But you couldnât.
Because at the end of the day, you were still only best friends.
He may call your name in the dead of night, he may beg for you in his dreams, but that doesnât make you more than what you were when the sun rises yet again over the grassy hill coated in morning dew.
Just friends.
Friends until actions occur that change the definition of the word.
âFriendsâ brought a bitter taste to your tongue when it came to describing Izuku. You wanted to be more than justâŠ. âFriends.â
But that was selfish of you.
You couldnt always get what you wanted, even if both parties want the exact same thing.
You could never live with yourself if you forced yourself onto him when he wasnât ready to accept it. You knew very well how easily overwhelmed he could get. You worried that if.. your Saturday night activities got around to him, that heâd never want anything to do with you again. You were playing a dangerous game.
It was a hard concept to grasp, really.
But little did you know, he would be perfectly okay with it. More than okay, actually.
In fact, he craved it so, so much. With each Saturday that came, with every show he put on for you, he so desperately wished youâd revert back to your human form and come join him on his messy bed. He wanted to feel your soft skin brush against his overheated body. He wanted that intimacy.
He knew you wanted it too, heâs seen you almost fly right on into his room with particular moments.
He loved being watched by you, gaining validation every week by your intense, infatuated gaze, but he didnât know how much more he could take. It was driving him absolutely insane. He noticed himself becoming more brash and reckless during training, his frustration taking over his senses and causing absolute mayhem.Â
In the beginning, speaking to you outside of these downright shameful acts was exhilarating, but now it was simply infuriating. How could you act like nothing was happening? How could you stay so innocent whilst he was out here losing his marbles?
The rubber band holding his sanity together was stretched too thin, he had no doubt that it would snap any day now and his carnal desires will be let loose.
Such a risky thing he had willingly got himself into.
But that band snapped much sooner than he predicted, and there was no going back after that.
Itâs been nearly two months since this whole act started.
Itâs gotten progressively hotter outside, it was almost as if the sun itself had something personal against anyone and everyone who walked in itâs brilliant light.
The training has gotten harder thanks to the sweltering heat. Primetime to exercise until you feel like throwing up, yeah?
They were supposed to progress on their workouts throughout the year, but damn did this heat wave come at an unconventional time. Poor Tokoyami almost had a heat stroke.
The intensity of the workouts was making everyone antsy. The weekdays were hell on Earth, so the weekends became an even bigger godsend to the poor hero students working to achieve their dreams.
That being said, what better way to distress than too..?
This week was particularly stressful, and after the hell Izuku and his fellow classmates were put through, he craved that certain destresser heâs been hooked on for far too long.
It was unfortunate that he cracked a bit earlier than his scheduled 11 PM rub out, making it only to 10:41 PM before his dirty thoughts overtook his being and made his dick twitch to life in his shorts. He wanted to wait, but he became increasingly uncomfortable, hips shimmying, trying to find a comfortable position to wait around in.
After promptly giving up, he leaned back on his bed, tugging his shorts off and letting his eyes slip shut as he palmed himself through his boxers.
Things always felt better for the green-eyed boy if he took it slow, working himself up to the point of desperation.
And thatâs what he did.
He knew you wouldnt be there for a while, he knew his heart wouldnt be pumping like it always did when you showed up, so he fell back onto Plan B, fully emerging himself in a fantasy.
He hadnât done that since you first showed up. A trip on memory lane.
But now he had a chance.
Though he had to admit, heâd much prefer it if you were there..
In his mind, he wasnât in some silly dorm.
He was a pro-hero living in a large apartment with pristine windows that reflected the night lights of the mesmerizing city below like lanterns in the sky. The interior lights were off, the room cast in a soft orange glow by a gentle flame flickering in the sandstone fireplace situated in front of the satin burgundy couch he sat upon. Soft moans filled the atmosphere, paired with the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the complex.
You were in his lap, arms wrapped tightly around his neck as you hung on for dear life. Your nails gave him an addicting sting as they dug into freckled skin, his name escaping your parted lips like a prayer, moans much louder than his own accompanying the pleas. He was in heaven, surely, for how else could there be such a beautiful angel in his lap?
You were glowing, cheeks blazing a deep maroon color, the light of the fire behind you encasing you in a soft, golden gleam.
A heavy breath blew out Izukuâs nose, closed eyes scrunching as he finally decided to rip his boxers off. His rough hand immediately wrapped itself around his cock, hissing in pleasure and thanking the heavens just this once for being such a heavy pre producer - he was far too enraptured by this fantasy to even think about trying to get his trusty bottle of lube.
Avoiding the flushed head, his hand squeezed and twisted itâs way up and down his slicked up shaft, hiding the wet noises with his pathetic whines.
He dived back into his mind.
You were kissing him fervently, tongues dancing in hot caverns as your noises of pure pleasure molded together. Though you were on top, you were far from having control. Izukuâs hands squeezed your hips in a death grip, bouncing you on his throbbing member, green sparks illuminating his body as to ensure a delicious yet inhuman pace.Â
He could feel you. He swore he could, even from on this bed, he could feel you. You were so warm, and so, so very tight.Â
He couldnât handle it.
No.
No.
He needed more.
He whined desperately on his bed, back arching as he chased his fantasy but soon lost it as the familiar fluttering of small wings blocked out all other sounds.
He gasped, trying to catch the breath that seemed to constantly slip past him. He was too worked up.
He was too needy. He was aching, body shaking with anticipation and eagerness.
He craved you like a man craved water after stumbling through a burning hot desert all day.
You were so close to him, he could reach out and swear he could feel your feathers beneath his fingertips.
He was past the point of no return, his fantasy just couldnât do it for him.
He needed you, god he needed you so so bad it hurt.
Sobs tore from his throat, hands stuttering as his eyes finally flew open,Â
â(Y-Y/N)! Please!â He cried out with a strangled moan, vision wavering from the pain of not having you with him despite being right there.
Swallowing all of his pride, he looked towards your perched form, tears slipping from his sparkling viridescent eyes glazed over with lust.
His chest was heaving, thighs quivering and body trembling as he called out to you with a salacious plea, âI canât..! I canât do this anymore, please! Please, I-I need you!â
He was begging, begging for you whilst simultaneously thrusting into his hand.
Such an erotic display.
At the moment, you couldnât even care about the fact he clearly knew it was you there. In fact, it didnât even come to mind as a jolt of electricity coursed through your body, returning you to your human form as you eagerly jumped off the railing to him, all too willing to join his lascivious activities.
He moaned with delight the second your knee hit his bed, dipping his body towards you. His filthy hand shot off his dick, joining the other with gripping at your baggy sleepwear, pulling you towards his burning body.Â
You fell onto him, not given a chance to collect your thoughts before a hand buried itself in your messy hair, yanking your hair so that he could easily smash his lips against your own.
The kiss was nothing like how you pictured your first with him to be. Instead of sweet and gentle, it was downright dirty and sloppy, but you couldnât care less at the moment. You were both clearly inexperienced, but that didnât matter. You just wanted to feel him, same as he wanted to feel you.
Your hands, shaking with the sudden extreme boost of adrenaline, cupped his chubby cheeks as your lips met again, and again, and again, drool mingling with his own as you tried to get the hang of this.
Eventually, your lips stayed connected, tongues fighting for dominance.
You couldnât even tell, due to the heat of the moment overtaking your senses, but the entire time you made out, Izukuâs curious hands dragged ever-so-slowly down the sides of your body, feeling those curves that drove him absolutely insane. Just as it seemed as if youâd win the short battle, his large hands came over your plump ass, squeezing the soft flesh and causing you to gasp. With your mind distracted, he quickly smooshed his lips against your own once again, tongue defeating your own and giving him complete access to your mouth.
He explored it, the tip of the wet muscle seemingly grazing over and massaging in just all the right places, drawing a little moan from you that shot straight down to his neglected cock. It twitched against his stomach, and suddenly he wasnât interested in just making out anymore. He needed more, and heâd fucking get it.
Heâs waited so long for this moment, dreamt of it so often it became normal for him to wake up covered in sweat and with a raging erection straining against his shorts.
His grip on your ass moved to your hips, dragging them down onto his member and grinding you down against him.
You both moaned, hips involuntarily jerking against one another, starting up a grinding fest.
Moans melted together as you both continued to kiss before a particularly rough thrust sent your head flinging back and a mewl spewing from you.
âA-ah.. Izuku..!â You shivered, eyes closing as you gripped at his hair. He stared up at you, eyes full of love but darkened by immense desire as you shamelessly moaned above him. His hips ground his rock-hard erection against your soaked panties, brushing roughly against your clothed clit. Your body seemed to jolt with every brush against it, your senses completely overloaded as you were driven mad with lust.
You shrieked with surprise as you were suddenly flipped over, body slamming onto the mattress as Izuku crawled over on top of you.
He continues to grind himself against you, hands moving your legs up so they could wrap around his hips. Whilst kissing at the side of your neck, his nose brushed along the skin, searching for that special spot.
Amidst your onslaught of noises, you made a sound clearly indicating he had found what he had been searching for. His hot tongue licked at the sensitive skin before he bit down on it.
You cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, jumping in his arms as an intense shiver rolled down your back, hands coming up to clutch at his broad shoulders smothered in freckles and burning with a blush.
You felt so, so tingly, so good, so.. So everything.Â
Perhaps thatâs simply because of how worked up you currently were, every single touch lit your body aflame again and again. Besides, how could you keep quiet when he was rubbing against you in just the right place?
He sucked harshly at the tender flesh before kissing it lovingly as if to apologize for the brutal treatment, licking the pain away and continuing to nibble along the area, leaving a bruise that was sure to remain in the morning.Â
In fact, he decided, he was going to leave many. Just..not today.
He couldnât deny, though, it did feel pretty good that his mark was on your soft skin where all could potentially see.
But for now, you had too many layers on for his current liking.
Izuku drew back, stopping the grind sesh - much to your apparent dismay, tugging at the hem of your shirt, silently asking for permission, and you willingly lifted your arms.
Had you not been so consumed with sheer desire, you would have covered your bare chest. Instead, you nodded your head, giving the man panting as if he had just run a mile permission to kiss his way down to the soft mounds he previously couldnât help but bashfully stare at.
His lips lavished them both in kisses, praises unknowingly slipping out between his teeth until he finally decided to take one bud into his mouth.Â
He was sloppy, messy, and all-around inexperienced, but you couldnât deny the fact that it still felt good.
He spent surely less than a minute giving attention to each perky nipple, but it was made up for by a sweet kiss. You eagerly returned it, body arching as if trying to bring him closer.
It was so strange how he took control so easily, he had been begging only a few minutes ago.
Not that you minded, of course.
After all, who doesnt like being pampered by their long time crush?
âMay I?â He whispered breathlessly, trembling fingers hooked around your panties, ready to pull them off.
You nodded immediately, oh-so desperate to have him actually touch you. You needed to feel him. All this grinding did was leave you with a throbbing clit, pussy so wet your juices were close to flowing down your ass, and the want for more.
He smashed his lips back against your own, practically ripping the fabric off of you and flinging it to only god knows where in this dark room.
His lips didnât leave yours as his hands traveled down your sides again, squeezing your ass just to hear you gasp.Â
You couldnât tell if he was teasing you, or hit with a sudden wave of embarrassment as his fingers seemed to stutter on your thighs.
âItâs okay.. Itâs okay..â You cooed against his lips, eyes opening to stare into his.
He gulped, swallowing his insecurities as he ran an index finger along your sit.
You bit your lip, eyes slipping closed once more and hips twitching forward at the foreign touch against heated flesh.
Izuku took this as a sign to go further, so he did.
Staring at your face, he pushed the finger past your lower lips, ignoring the intense throbbing of his dick as he felt how wet you were. The digit trailed down, searching for your clenching hole. When he found it, he couldnt help but teasingly trace around it, adoring the scrunch of your flushed face and the whine that followed suit.
âPlease, Izuku..â You whimpered, and how could he say no to that?
He slowly pushed his finger in, nearly cumming on the spot from just how tight and warm you were. He openly moaned, watching as he sunk the finger all the way down to his knuckle.
Clouded eyes flickered back up to your face, noting how you didnât seem to be in pain.
Licking his lips in anticipation, he pulled the finger out, then pushed it back in, over and over and over again as your thighs twitched around him, mouth falling open as you breathed heavily, moaning ever so softly.
His heart pounded in his chest as he added another finger, continuing the motions for before.
Your hips shimmied at the stretch, his fingers much larger than your own slim once, but so much nicer, because it was him, and not you. Your hips involuntarily chased the rhythm he set.
âAhh.. haa..h.. Oh! Ah! Ahhhghh!â your eyes shot open as his fingers curled inside you, brushing against that spongey spot in your clenching walls. âOh! T-There Iz-Izuku~!â You moaned out his name, and it was as if his body got put on autopilot, fingers thrusting in and out of your sopping heat, curly against that spot that had you moaning.
A particularly loud squeal left your parted lips, and he snapped. He couldnât take it anymore. He needed you so bad it hurt. Watching your body react violently around only his fingers? The cherry on the cake!
He needed his dick in you, to feel those soft walls clenching around him, to hear you cry out his name more as he brought you to the peak of madness.
But he was worried about how long heâd last.
He was so close before, what if he came nearly immediately?
Pulling his fingers out fully, which drew your attention back to him, he lifted them to his mouth, shoving them in and putting on a sinful display of licking them clean for you
He smiled at you with half-lidded eyes as you stared at him with astonishment. Lurching forward, you took him by surprise by gripping his sweaty hair and pulling him down for another passionate kiss, moaning around his tongue as you tasted your essence on him.
Keeping his focus on the kiss, Izukuâs hand blindly felt around his bedside table, opening the drawer and somehow managing to find the single condom he kept in there.
You noticed it from the corner of your eye, the moonlight reflecting on the silver wrapper.
âWhen did you get that?â You pulled away from the kiss, indulging in your curiosity as you stared at the condom between his fingers.Â
He chuckled nervously, looking to the side in embarrassment, âI- I got a pack from the corner store.. Not long ago..â
He left out the motivation behind it, not ready to reveal he knew you were watching him the entire time - thus bringing forth his precautious side as he fumbled with measuring himself and getting the right size.
âNow, I donât know about you, but I canât wait any longer, princess..â He whispered under a heavy breath, ripping open the packaging, grabbing the latex and rolling it on himself, ignoring your eyes practically burning holes into his heated skin as they watched with eagerness.
Now that it was on, he looked back up to you, hand coming to gently caress your face, thumb smoothing over your blushing cheek as he leaned down to kiss you once more.
Yes, he wanted to pound you into next tomorrow right this instant, be he couldnt ignore the fact that this was your first time together. He wanted it to be.. Sweet.
As sweet as he could make it, anyway.
He jumped in his own skin when he felt your cold fingers wrap around his cock, bringing his oozing head towards your entrance. He was quick to replace them, though, just so he could rub himself between your folds and teasingly against your clit.
â..ready?â He asked nearly impatiently as he guided his tip to your entrance once more.
He slowly pushed in the moment you nodded your head.
Oh god! He thought to himself as he moaned loudly. He was only in by an inch and already it felt like his world was spinning! You were so damn tight!Â
He nearly collapsed on top of you, bringing his hands up just to hold your own against the bedsheets.
He was being much too slow for your liking. You were so aroused on, so ready for him that, though you appreciated him going slow for you, you couldnât handle another second with this agonizing pace.. So, without warning, your legs, which were still wrapped around his hips, tightened, and you forcefully drove his hips forward, fully sheathing him inside you.
He screamed in pleasure, head involuntarily being thrown back as his eyes rolled back. You moaned along with him, the feeling of being full outweighing the slight stinging pain that it brought with it.
His fingernails dug into your hips as he tried to control himself, his body vibrating from how much he was shaking. You held him flushed against you, eyes squeezing shut as you fought to relax around him and get used to his length. Which was pretty damn big! Perhaps you bit off more than you could chew..
But it didnât take long for the pain to slowly subside, and you were back in business. Meanwhile, Izuku was staring cross-eyed up at the ceiling, holding himself back from exploding.
âIzu-â
âI-I Don-t think I c-can last long, (Y/N)...â he whimpered out, chest heaving and heart hammering.Â
You nodded in understanding, he was quite busy with himself before you showed up anyway.
And now all this? It certainly must be sudden.
Plus, Izuku has always been a sensitive boy, so no doubt his nerves were on fire.
Nonetheless, he was quick to catch on to your âokayâ for him to move.
So, he pulled himself out halfway, nearly sobbing as he thrusts back in.
You felt so good.. So good.. sogood- âSo good.. Ahh! A-ahh nnghjnn S-so go-goo- gahn! Hahhh!â The sheer velocity of his moans overpowered your own as he soon found himself uncontrollably drilling his cock into your pussy, absorbed by the feeling of you sucking him back in like a black hole just to squeeze the life out of him.
That hot coil that had been winding up in his stomach all this time was soon to burst, he could feel himself getting closer and closer with every slap of skin against skin, edged on by your beautiful moans.
â(Y-Y/N)!! I-Iâm gonna! I-!â He could barely form any sentences, all that spilled out of that drooling mouth were moans and mindless babbles and praises.
You were just as close, but you wanted more.. So, you ripped one hand free from his grip, licking a digit before thrusting it down just to furiously rub at your puffy clit aching for attention.
You both moaned simultaneously, him at the sight, and you at the combined stimulation.
He was about to break, about to hit the point of no return when he found your G spot. You cried out in ecstasy, body practically arching of the mattress as he focused deep, powerful thrusts on that area.
And by some miracle, you reached your high before he did.
A wave of electrifying pleasure washed over you as your body tensed beneath him, back arching impossibly high off the mattress as your walls seemed to clamp down on his cock like a vice just as that burning hot coil wound tight in your belly burst. Stars bloomed in your eyes as your vision went black, Izukuâs name tearing from your throat.
Your hot, wet walls clamping down on him threw him into his own long-awaited and intense orgasm. His thighs tensed as he cried out in ecstasy into the night air, hips slamming into your fluttering cunt once more before thick, hot cum shot from his dick, filling up the condom deep inside of you.
You both stayed like that for a moment, basking in the afterglow of something you both waited weeks for.
He inhaled shakily before pulling his softening member out, rolling the condom off in a sleepy haze before tying it off and throwing it into the trash bin.
He flopped down beside you, far too sleepy to even think about getting up.
You were already fast asleep, and he couldnât wait to join you. Wrapping his scarred arm around your waist, he pulled your warm body to his chest, tangling his legs with yours and falling asleep within moments to your soft breaths and the crickets singing outside his glass door.
There was a lot to talk about tomorrow morning.
Youâd both have to explain yourselves, talk about what happened, what was next, and confirm feelings for each other. That this wasnât just a âone night standâ between friends.
And, of course, youâd be hit with a truck of pain between your legs, rendering you unable to walk properly. At least Izuku is there to take care of you, and that it was a Sunday.
Until you both come to the horrifying realization that Izuku, in the heat of the moment, accidentally flung your panties out the open window, which was then miraculously carried by a stray gust of wind just for Kaminari to find in a bush by the side of the building the following morning when taking the trash out.
Thank god nobody recognized them, but you could only hope youâd get the chance to get that back before he, along with Mineta, no doubt do something with them.
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The Green-Eyed Monster
This is a sequel to Water Seeks Its Own Level, although you probably donât have to read that one for this one to make sense. Itâs set a few months after the events of that story. I originally intended to write for someone new but I am just totally smitten with Eddie. He called me back to him.Â
Pairing: Eddie Kingston x OFC
Word count: 3,836
Content advisory: a healthy dose of smut and cursing
âSon of a bitch!â You jerk your hand back, wincing in pain and you smack the side of the toaster oven, as if itâs the applianceâs fault you havenât yet figured out that food coming out of the oven is hot. To make things worse, you actually feel a little guilty for taking your anger out on the inanimate object. Youâre in a bad mood. The toaster oven is just the latest thing to make your day worse.Â
You run some cold water on your hand before you go back for another attempt at removing the leftover pizza slice that you donât even want but you figure you should eat something because youâve poured a couple of beer down your gullet and if you donât eat something, youâre going to get a headache.Â
So you gnaw joylessly at your pizza slice, trying not to notice that reheating it has not made it taste fresher than the three days itâs been in your refrigerator. None of this would have happened, of course, if youâd just gone out with the rest of the crew like youâd assumed you would. There was a Korean barbecue place that a few of the AEW gang had heard good things about and finally someone had taken it upon themselves to get a side room reserved so that you could all go together and have a good time. Youâd been looking forward to it.Â
But earlier in the day, youâd found out that the group that was going included Eddie, along with his new so-called family: the Butcher, the Blade, and the Bunny, also known as Andy, Braxton, and Allie. It shouldnât have bothered you. Theyâd known each other a long time. You knew them all well. Theyâd all been bugging you to come along whenever they were going out together, or at least they had until recently.Â
As things too often did for you, it came down to Eddie. After heâd shown up in AEW, the two of you had rekindled the fuck-buddy thing youâd had going when you were both on the indies. The problem was that now you werenât just hooking up when you happened to be on the same tour or show: you were together every week, living in the same city, working the same schedule. So your casual, no-strings-attached thing had become a very frequent thing. It had become a leaving stuff in each otherâs apartments thing. It had become a casual understanding of at least one night of the weekend together thing.Â
What it hadnât become was a relationship, at least not in the articulated, public, monogamous sense. You didnât have anyone else in your life. You didnât want anyone else in your life. Youâd spent years telling yourself that Eddie was just someone you could go to for a good time in the sack, and even though you were aware that he always stirred up feelings in you that went beyond a fallback booty call, you kept telling yourself that was all it was.Â
Now that the two of you were actually stable in terms of work and living space, though, youâd started to wonder if maybe you did want things to be a bit more stable with Eddie as well. Although youâd never discussed your status, you didnât have anyone else in your life and you didnât want anyone else in your life. Even though you were surrounded by beautiful people at work, people who had their shit far more together than Eddie Kingston ever would, it was like they didnât really exist. You didnât say that to him because you didnât want to risk embarrassing yourself. If it was going to happen, it would come out naturally, by which you meant that heâd have to get around to bringing it up.Â
Things had been fine until recently, until Eddie had taken it upon himself to reunite Braxton with his estranged wife Allie, the Bunny, so that they could have each otherâs backs. At least, thatâs what he said he was doing. But it actually seemed that Allie was spending most of her time with Eddie. He was the one on television calling her âthe beautiful Bunnyâ and taking credit for wooing her back to the fold. He convinced her to join them. He was the one she seemed loyal to. Even backstage, when the four of them were around each other, Allie always seemed to be hanging off Eddieâs arm, laughing extra loudly at his jokes, and insisting that he come along wherever she was going. It made your blood boil.Â
You didnât say anything because it wasnât like you had reason to think that Eddie wasnât going to have anyone else in his life. And you were even sure if he did, because cuckolding his friend right in front of his face would be bold even for him. Youâd gone out with the group of them a couple of times but youâd felt nauseous from jealousy, watching him talk about how great it was that they were all working together again.Â
So youâd ended up begging off and just spending time with Eddie when you could be alone. More recently, youâd just started avoiding him because thinking that he was leaving your bed to have a quick shower and then run off to another woman had you crying your eyes out on several occasions. You never said anything, you just stopped returning his texts and stayed clear of him at work. And after a while, heâd stopped messaging and trying to talk to you. Things were over.Â
You throw the remainder of the pizza in the garbage. Thinking about everything thatâs happened in this weird, hopeless thing with him makes you feel rejected and miserable all over again. You miss him. A lot. But now itâs pretty clear that he doesnât want anything more with you, that he wants to keep things open, and you know you canât deal with that.Â
The doorbell cuts through the fog of frustration and self-pity, startling you so much that you give a little yelp. You old place had one of those systems when the bell was hooked up to your phone but this one had a buzzer that sounded like an aircraft engine and you didnât feel like you were ever going to get used to it.Â
âHello?â You mumble, hoping that it isnât another homeless person looking to sleep in the hallway downstairs.Â
âItâs me, can I come up?â
He doesnât even have to say his name because youâd know that almost cartoonish accent anywhere. It figures that heâd just show up unannounced after eleven, like nothing had been weird between you. Maybe for him, things hadnât been weird at all.Â
âYeah, sure.â You press the release to open the front door and wait, pacing a little and trying to stay calm until you hear a knock on your door.Â
And when you open it, thereâs Eddie, his face and jacket sprinkled with rain, sporting a fresh-looking bruise on his left eye that he turns to try to hide it.Â
âWe havenât hung out in a while,â he grunts, his eyes a little suspicious and resentful.Â
âTrue. Guess weâve both been busy.â
You motion for him to come inside, quietly pleased that he remembers to take his boots off. You reach over to take his jacket so that you can hang it up and he looks almost offended.Â
âI know where it goes,â he snaps, opening the closet and putting it on a hanger himself.Â
You grip his jaw and turn his face so that you can get a better look at the damaged eye.Â
âWhat happened?â
He steps back, pouting like a child whoâs been caught doing something he knows he isnât supposed to.Â
âWe went out to a bar after the restaurant. Archer offered to buy me a drink, and I said I wanted to buy him a drink. I guess it got out of hand.â
âTwo friends try to buy a round at the bar turns into a fistfight. That is so you.âÂ
You canât help but laugh at your own joke because it is such an Eddie thing but he doesnât seem amused.Â
âYou got something I can put on this?â He grumbles.Â
âI have a couple of ice packs in the freezer. Come on.â
He follows you over to the open kitchen with its little breakfast counter while you start lifting frozen entrees out of the way to find the artificial ice.Â
âSo how come you didnât come to dinner?â
âI donât know,â you lie. âMy stomach was a bit upset and I probably wouldnât have been much fun.â
He gives a low cackle. âYou just donât like it when you canât have me all to yourself.â
You pause from digging through the back of the freezer to shoot him a scornful look.Â
âYou just want me there so you can have a larger audience,â you retort, standing and producing the ice pack.Â
âWho said I wanted you there?â
You slap the cold pack into his cheek, giving a cruel little smile when he winces at the impact.Â
âThank god you never decided to become a nurse,â he growls.Â
You can feel his eyes digging into you, searching for an opening. He knows all your fault lines so well, but he knows that thereâs something going on with you that he hasnât seen before. Your body twists under his scrutiny, trying to make it less obvious that youâre avoiding meeting his gaze.Â
âSo whatâs up with you anyway?â he asks, still studying you too closely for comfort.
âNot much. Iâm fine.â
âYouâre not fine with me.â
âWhat?â You finally look back at him, eyes wide with fake surprise. âDid I say something that made you think I was pissed at you? Did I do something to get you pissed off?â
âCome on. You know what I mean. You barely talk to me at work, you never go out if you think Iâm gonna be there. You wonât answer when I message you, or itâs two words long like Iâm annoying you. I thought things were going ok with us for once.â
âThey were. They are,â you counter desperately.Â
He places the ice pack on the counter and arches his brows at you. When you reach to remove it, he grabs your wrist and pulls you between his body and the counter, shaking his head as he presses it hard against yours.Â
His hands graze down to your hips and under your shorts, gripping both of your ass cheeks hard and you feel yourself melt against him, as you always do. You incline your head forward until your lips are against his, your arms winding around his neck, and you let yourself fall into the kiss youâd told yourself you were going to avoid. Everything that Eddie does with that mouth of his is magic and every second you spend locked in that embrace, you get drawn further in.Â
âI missed this,â he growls softly, giving a hard squeeze for emphasis.
Itâs almost painful to pull yourself back from what you want so much but if you donât extricate yourself now, youâll be going crazy over him forever, so you force yourself to do it.Â
You try to pivot a little but he has you locked in place.Â
âPlease, just let me put the cold pack back in the fridge.â
âNo,â he whispers, giving you an evil little smile before nipping at the skin of your neck. âThatâs gonna stay right there and melt and make a mess until you tell me whatâs going on with you.â
âThatâs not fair!â You whine, trying fruitlessly to reach back so you can at least throw the stupid in thing in the sink.Â
âKinda seems like the Princess has decided sheâs too good for me again.â
His lips lock onto the base of your throat and you main loudly. Heâs doing it on purpose, tweaking your sensitive spots with his caresses and his words.Â
âYou know thatâs not true, Eddie.â
âI donât know. I thought maybe you were afraid someone might find out that I was your dirty little secret.â
âItâs not that, I donât give a fuck who knows.â
That draws a guttural laugh from him and the sound makes your stomach flip. You donât offer any resistance when he eases your tank top over your head and trails kisses down the center of your chest.Â
âSo tell me,â he insists, twisting a nipple hard between his fingers, âwhy I havenât been getting any of this.â
âWhy does it have to be something wrong with me? Youâre the one with your new faction or family or whatever, making all sorts of plans and wooing Allie to join you.â
He lifts his head and as soon as you see the smirk on his face, you know youâre done for.Â
âWooing Allie?â
âI donât know what you call it. You got her to ditch what she was doing and go back with you guys.â
âI call it talking to my friendâs wife and making her work things out with him. Thatâs not what most people would call âwooingâ, princess.â
âWhatever, I just meant that youâve been busy so maybe Iâm the one who should feel neglected.â
You fold your arms in front of your chest because the only thing worse than trying to salvage your stupid comment is trying to do it half naked while he gives you that amused look.Â
âI donât believe it. Youâre fucking jealous.â
âNo,â you whine.Â
âOh yes you are. You think thereâs something going on with me and Allie.â
âI guess it seems like you have a bit of a thing for her, at least. Youâre always talking about how beautiful she is and all that.â
âPrincess, has anyone explained to you that not everything you see in wrestling is real?â
âIt doesnât matter. I just said that youâd been busy and-â
He kisses you again, little ripples of laughter coming out as he does. You return the kiss, diving in and hoping that you can just shut him up and make him forget what youâve said, and to shut yourself up before you say anything worse.Â
âI like this,â he chuckles. âYouâre jealous because you think Iâm hot for someone else.â
âFuck off, I never said that.â
The two of you continue kissing, more passionately and hungrier than before, but the next time he pulls back to catch his breath, he goes back to his new favourite subject.Â
âI am never letting you live this one down.â
âYou can leave any time, you smug asshole.â
He chuckles again, his hand sliding under your clothes, between your legs. He buries his face against you, his lips pressed against your ear as he drags one finger, ever so lightly, from the back of your slit all the way up to your throbbing little nub, repeating the gesture and using his hip to hold you still and stop you from thrusting against him to get more friction. He just keeps up with that ghost of a touch, humming with pleasure the more he can feel your frustration.Â
âYou want me to go? Really? Because it feels like maybe youâre not so sure.â
You just whimper in need, while at the same time trying to force the desire youâre feeling out of your body.Â
He lightly strokes and taps at your clit as he whispers to you, âI like that youâre jealous. But you need to tell me these things, not deprive both of us, ya silly brat.â
His attention then shifts, two thick fingers swirling at your entrance while the two of you bite and lick at each other. You hold out as long as you can, which isnât long at all, before begging.Â
âDonât do that. Stop teasing.â
âWell what do you want me to do?â he rasps, grinning as you thrust against him, trying to force some more pressure.Â
âFuck me. Stop talking and fuck me through the mattress and into the goddamned floor.â
He lifts you up by your thighs, smiling when you wrap your arms around him to secure yourself as he carries you to your bed. As he places you down, he removes the rest of your clothing in one smooth movement before discarding his own. You kiss playfully for a moment before you tap his thigh.Â
âGet up here,â you order.Â
And he is most happy to oblige, kneeling over your body and letting you take his thick cock in hand, easing the swollen tip past your lips, sucking and licking while you slowly move your hand along his shaft, occasionally letting your thumb flick delicately along the seam, relishing the yelps this gesture never fails to elicit from him. Â
âSo you want that even if Iâve been giving it to another woman?â
You growl but the vibrations only increase his pleasure and he starts to thrust a little, pushing himself further into your mouth and throat.Â
âAw, donât worry,â he purrs, âIâll always have some use for you.â
At that, you punch him hard in the hip and rake your nails down his ass. He eases down your body, sparkling, mischievous eyes meeting yours. Itâs like thereâs nothing else in the whole world for you but you know better than to say so.Â
âYou know what you need to do, Kingston? You need to shut the fuck up.â You push on his shoulders to direct him where you want him to go, and while he takes his time getting there, the journey involves him working his way down your body, like heâs worshipping you.Â
âThis what you want?â he asks, licking at your soaked flesh.Â
âMm-hmm.â You squirm in anticipation, suspecting that he might try to draw this out longer, so when he dives in and starts fucking you with his tongue, lips and teeth, you let out a loud moan and clench at the bedsheet with both fists. Youâre already so close.â
âLucky for you I have such good stamina,â he hisses. âSo I can handle all of these women Iâm fucking.â
âYouâre still talking,â you groan. âWhy are you still talking?â
He gives a harsh bite on the inside of your thigh. âLook at me.â
You glare down at him but immediately feel a little unnerved by the deadly serious look in his eyes.Â
âYou know damn well there arenât any other women. I havenât fucked another woman, havenât kissed- hell I havenât even beat off thinking about another woman in months. So let me enjoy this for a few hours until you go back to thinking youâre too good for me.â
With that he goes right back at it, letting you feel the full skill of that constantly moving mouth. You let yourself go, feeling for the first time in ages like you have exactly what you want, what you need, right here in your bed doing everything to make you happy. Your whole body trembles in ecstasy, the tide rising steadily within you, your whines and moans growing ever louder.Â
âI love you.â
It slips out so naturally that you almost donât notice that youâve said it until he pulls back.Â
âIâm sorry, what was that?âÂ
âGet back down there!â You push his head but he shakes you off and now youâre aware you have a problem.Â
âOh no, I want you to repeat what you just said.â
âI donât remember,â you whine.Â
âSure you do.â He moves to his side next to you, running his fingers over your skin so that you stay worked up, frustrated, and desperate.Â
âI fucking hate you.â
âNo,â he scolds, âthat wasnât what you said.â
You exhale in exasperation.Â
âLet me get you started. You said âIâ... come on, repeat after me.â
âWhat makes you think I even meant it?â
âWell you have to tell me whether you did or not, donât you, princess?â
His finger traces a curved line between your hip bones that only accentuates your overwhelming, unmet need.Â
âIâm not hearing anything,â he coos, flicking his tongue over your nipple.Â
âFine!â you roar, hitting your breaking point. âI said that I love you, and yeah, I meant it.â
Grinning, he moves back down your body.Â
âNow was that so hard?â he asks just as he buries his face between your legs again.Â
Youâd love to give a sharp retort but the second heâs giving you what you want, every other thought leaves your mind. You are one pulsating nerve waiting for release and he is expertly guiding you there. Within minutes youâre screaming his name, tears leaking from your eyes as you come down from the best orgasm you think youâve ever had.Â
By the time you can open your eyes, heâs hovering over you, the tip of his cock throbbing against the lips of your pussy.Â
âSay it again.â
You groan a little and push against him but it doesnât work.Â
âSay it again and look at me this time.â
His incredible eyes bear down on you and itâs very different than before. This time, you canât hide the truth of it behind sarcasm and annoyance. This time he can see into you. Youâre vulnerable.Â
âCome on.â He prods at your face with his nose and lips before once again locking you with that killer stare. âLet me hear you.â
âI love you,â you stammer, trying to read his reaction and more than a little afraid of what that might be.Â
He moans a little and pushes himself part way inside you, rocking his hips slowly.Â
âAgain,â he rasps.Â
âDonât be like this. I said it. I said it twice. What the hell do you want?â
He grabs a handful of your hair and thrusts his face even closer to yours. âFive years. Five fucking years Iâve been waiting for you to come around. So I want to get the most out of this that I can.â
âEddie Kingston, I love you.â
He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder and thrusts into you harder.Â
âAre you going to say it back?âÂ
âSure,â he laughs. âWhen I feel like it.â
He pounds into you with increased vigor, laughing more when he sees your face contort somewhere between fury and ecstasy, your pussy contracting involuntarily around him.Â
âYou are such a bastard,â you yell, fighting the second orgasm thatâs about to overtake you.Â
The phrase is barely past your lips when your whole body spasms, pulling him right along with you.Â
âYeah, youâre right,â he pants after a couple of minutes. âI am a bastard. But you finally managed to figure out Iâm the bastard you want.â
You canât help but laugh, wondering if he really did know ages before you did that you were in love with him, or if he was just hopeful. You run your hands over the back of his head and pull on his earlobe a little with your teeth.Â
âGod help me,â you whisper.
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The OM! Characters as Retail Workers/Positions from my old job
Full disclosure: Iâve only had 1 retail job, and it was at a Homegoods. I worked there for 3+ years during college. Because Iâve only had this one experience, my below hcâs for the boys may be a little...specific to my previous job, and not universal traits that come with all retail jobs.Â
Also Iâm not including Luke because thattttt is child labor.
This is probably a very self-indulgent headcannon. Oh well.
Lucifer:Â
(One of) the store managers. Specifically the assistant manager.
Nice to customers to their face, but will fantasize about stabbing them once they leave.Â
Asmo once walked past the managerâs office and witnessed Lucifer professionally apologizing to a bitching customer over the phone, only to slam the receiver down moments later, sighing and mumbling âwhat an idiot.â
Very watchful of his staff. Do not slack off while heâs working....unless he likes you. In which case, he will take a moment to chat with you and give himself a much needed break.Â
If he doesnât like you, well...make yourself busy, or else youâll get a stern talking to, and likely written up. Lucifer already has too much work to get done--he doesnât want to babysit his staff.
Quietly schedules the people he likes to work during his shifts whenever he can, since he knows he can trust them to do their work. Not to mention, he enjoys their company a lot.
His favorite crew to have is Beel, Asmo, and Satan (and MC). Their schedules, of course, donât always line up, but when they do he seriously thinks that he has the dream team.
Mammon:Â
Cannot be trusted to actually organize the store, so he gets stuck at the registers.
However, the managers quickly realize that he's shit at anything front-end related aside from counting money (the man likes his money), and that he's prone to pulling out his phone when no one is around, so Lucifer forces him to work the floor.Â
They start trying to give him more backroom shifts (because if he's not doing his work, they'll be able to tell easier).
HOWEVER--because Mammon is such a money lover, heâs very aware of every piece of expensive merchandise in the store. So if a customer attempts to switch tags, or peels the price tag off hoping to pull a quick one on the cashier, his coworkers always call him up so he can take a look.
Seriously, the amount of people that try to buy the $100+ gem rocks for $9.99 is crazy.
He feels very proud of himself whenever he manages to stop a customer from getting away with it.
Heâs not the best worker in general, but the mangers would be lying if the said they didnât appreciate his knack for remembering the expensive items.
Levi:Â
Cash office.
Prefers to sit in the locked office by himself, listening to music on his phone as he runs checks the register balances from the previous day.
If he's not doing cash office, he's probably out gathering carts, or compacting boxes in the back.
Whatever keeps him away from the bulk of customers.
Whenever the managers need him to go help out on the floor, he gets permission to not wear his apron.
He seriously does not want anyone to talk to him. He just wants to work in peace.
Of course, if heâs seen organizing, or stocking shelves, customers tend to assume heâs an employee anyway--even without the apron.
Levi legitimately jumps anytime someone calls out to him and asks if he works there, and if he can help them.Â
Oh, and he always brings his Switch to work and plays games on his lunch break. Do not talk to him if heâs playing his game--he will get mad at you.
Satan:Â
Flow & mark-downs.
He's basically an all-rounder, but is superior to the others in putting out new merchandise (flow). He knows where things go, and how they should be organized.Â
Secretly gets annoyed when customers ask him for help when he's in the zone, but is very good at faking a smile.
Will do whatâs asked of him without any lip in return.
However, rude customers should beware of him, because his anger tends to flip on like a switch. If a customer is badmouthing him, or one of his coworkers--he has no issue telling them theyâre a fool, and that they should just leave instead of causing issues.
He gets in trouble with management for doing this, but honestly has no regrets.
Definitely has regular customers that he is enemies with.
Gets left in charge of the store if the managers ever need to step away for their lunch break, or otherwise.
Asmo:Â
Lead cashier.Â
Super charming, great customer service voice.Â
Always gives a good impression on the phone, and manages to make peppy announcements.Â
If thereâs ever a fundraiser going on, and the cashiers are supposed to ask for donations, Asmo is guaranteed to rake in the most.
He is very good at calming a customer if they're upset--apologizing and and being so sweet and polite that itâs nearly impossible to stay mad.
However, if they're rude to him, or his apologies go on deaf ears, he has no problem politely telling them to fuck off.
If heâs not at the registers, heâs probably off in the bath section--smelling soap--or the candle section--sniffing literally every candle in existence.
Heâll also be sure to get a whiff of whatever candle/soap a customer has brought to the register to purchase.
Runs off to visit other stores in the mall/strip when heâs on his break. (Aka. he spends way too much of his paycheck shopping).
Beel:Â
Back room - heavy lifter.Â
Dude spends most of the day in the stock room emptying the truck and building furniture.
Seriously can move big things with very little effort. He once carried an entire couch out onto the sales floor buy himself.Â
While other coworkers may need to use carts or flatbeds to move larger items, Beel can legit just throw them over his shoulder and continue on his way like heâs not carrying anything at all.
He looks intimidating but is actually super friendly.
Will always work extra hours if you ask him to. Will also come in for extra shifts if you ask him to.
He always feels so guilty if he canât accept, or needs to call off.
The type of coworker that goes out to buy snacks on his break, and ends up buy snacks for the rest of the staff. He just leaves them on the break room table with a note that says âEat up :)â
Belphie:Â
Closer - Sales Floor.Â
The managers tried to work him on morning or midday shifts, but he was continuously too groggy, and ended up knocking things over on accident.
Hes more energetic at night, so they put him on the sales floor (since heâs honestly...not the best at the register. Donât get me wrong, he can work the register as well as anyone else, but...he just...doesnât sound friendly. (Lucifer:Â âBelphie...at least try to sound like youâre not working here against your will when talking to the customers. You applied for this job.â))
He honestly doesn't mind organizing merchandise, but gets annoyed if he ends up doing the bulk of the work. (Whether itâs because theyâre short staffed, or because his coworkers are slacking).
Has no problem telling customers to gtfo when itâs closing time.
If people are still in the store 5 minutes after closing, heâll follow them around until they finally take the hint and leave.
Always stops for fast food on his way home after work because making himself a meal sounds like too much effort.
Diavolo:
Store Manager.
Is very kind to all of his employees, but will also have hard conversations with them if thereâs an issue regarding their performance that needs to be addressed.
However, he always does his best to maintain good relationships with everyone he works with.
Will buy lunch for the staff on busy weekends, even if he has to pay for the food himself. He wants to let his employees know that theyâre appreciated, and while heâs the type to give verbal affirmation of a job well done, a luncheon doesnât hurt either.
Even if customers are bitchy, he never raises his voice, or yells. He handles complaints like a champ.
If the customer physically or verbally abuses one of his workers, however...he will threaten to call the police. Do not fuck with his work children.
If his employees ever find him sighing, or looking like heâs stressed, then they know heâs definitely having a rough day. Please work hard, and help him out, and heâll very much appreciate it.Â
Barbatos:
The 4th key. (Basically a manager)
Some workers are scared of him because he always seems to be in a good mood--even if the store is packed, and things get overwhelming.
A very by-the-book type. While Lucifer and Diavolo may allow for some things to get overlooked, or for there to be a lapse in proper procedure, Barbatos is not like that. Rules are rules, and they shall be followed.
Honestly is a very nice guy, but working a closing shift with him can be the worst. Especially if Diavolo is the opening manager the next day.Â
He will keep his staff there after closing as long as he needs to for the store to be in an acceptable condition. (The worst part is that Diavolo honestly is so easy going that if Barbatos had just opted to say âwe were very busy and didnât have the time to get everything doneâ, Diavolo wouldnât blame him. Shit gets crazy).
Alas, Barbatos wants to please Diavolo and takes his role very seriously.
At least he brings in homemade baked goods for the staff sometimes. (His good cooking usually makes up for all the times he has kept them late).
Solomon:
Another all rounder. Usually get scheduled on midday shifts to bridge the gap between the openers, and closers.Â
Is very good at keeping up his âcustomer serviceâ facade.Â
However, once there are no customers around his smile will fall, and heâll mumble complaints under his breath.Â
âWhy does one couple need 15 candles?â âLady, I donât care about your chihuahuaâs sleeping habits--just buy the pet bed already.â
Will always tease his coworkers if he gets along with them. Bickering with Solomon can become a very entertaining past time if he likes you.
Whenever new crystals, or rocks come in, usually heâll spend a while inspecting them. Apparently he can tell which ones are real, or fake. (And he always ends up buying the real ones).
Heâs the type of coworker that will sneak up behind you and scare you when youâre not paying attention. Just because he can. (Fight him, he loves it).
Simeon:Â
One of the sweetest staff members, but heâs prone to getting flustered and making mistakes.
If heâs on registers, heâs so busy trying to start a conversation with the customer that heâll short them on their change.Â
Luckily, the customer is either patient in waiting for the manager to come up and open the register, or doesnât care about the 22 cents Simeon forgot to give them.
He loves reorganizing the towel section of the store the most. Getting to stand there and refold towels almost feels like meditation to him.
Always goes out of his way to ask the customer if he can help them with anything, or if theyâre finding everything alright.
Is prone to accidentally cutting himself when something sharp breaks. (It has literally gotten to the point where if a ceramic plate or something glass breaks, the managers have instructed Simeon to call someone else to clean it up, rather than doing it himself.)
Honestly, in the end, heâs a fabulous worker tho.
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Coffee For Your Head
(Heâs so pretty)
Mark Tuan X Reader
Genre: Angst with some fluff and a happy endingÂ
Word Count: 7.1K
Summary: After an exhausting and frustrating day at work, all you want to do is go home and fall apart in your boyfriendâs arms. However, a comment that is meant to be a joke turns in to a full blown argument between you and Mark; causing you to storm out of your shared apartment.Â
A/N: Hey guys, so this week has been pretty shitty. I had to pay $700 to get my car fixed only to have someone steal my muffler (Hawaii is not the paradise everyone paints it out to be) but Iâm not letting it get in the way of my life. Anyways, this imagine was inspired by that deathbed coffee for your head song but literally just the first verse (the song is actually so sad). I also have a couple of surprises for you all! The last and final chapter of crazy little thing called love is in the works, and Iâve decided to make a part 2 to ânobody compares to youâ by popular request, so stay tuned. Iâm also a few followers away from 700 thatâs crazy!! Anyways, happy reading!
Never in the four years of your relationship has Mark ever felt like he didnât want to look at you. Hell, there was never a time he wasnât looking at you. From the moment Mark first laid his eyes on you, he was captivated by your beauty in ways he has never experienced before.Â
Some days, he had to force himself to stop admiring your breathtaking looks so that you wouldnât feel uncomfortable. After what took weeks of building up the courage to ask you out on a date, it didnât take him long to realize that you were just as beautiful on the inside as you were on the outside. He honestly felt as if he was the luckiest man on earth to be the one who was extremely blessed to love you.Â
Unfortunately, the two of you had your first actual fight just a few hours prior and he honestly wishes he could go back in time and keep his mouth shut so that the two of you wouldnât have been in this disheartening situation. Although there were a few times the two of you would disagree and have a couple quarrels here and there, this was the first time you actually stormed out of your shared apartment out of anger and frustration.Â
He was well aware that he went too far tonight; Mark knew you like the back of his hand. Just by your posture and the way you slammed your bag down on the counter, he had a feeling something bad must have happened at work. You were a registered nurse at your local hospital and as much as you wish you could say being a nurse was everything you could ever hope and pray it would be; it was quite the opposite.Â
Sure, you had the honor of witnessing many miracles such as pregnancies, watching patients win their battles against cancerâjust being able to help anyone in need were a few perks that came with being a nurse. However, being a nurse also came with great responsibility. There were lives on the line and just the simplest mistake; giving a patient the wrong medication, scheduling the wrong surgery or assigning the wrong diet could really affect the lives of those you were in charge of.Â
Being a nurse was very exhausting; you were constantly on your feet for eight to ten hours a day and there were many people, either the patients or family members of the patients who always felt the need to take out their stress and worry on you. Tonight had been one of the most tiring and stressful days at work and there was nothing more you wanted to do than to change in to your pajamas and fall asleep in your boyfriendâs warm embrace. It was obvious Mark had other plans.Â
Normally, whenever you came home so distraught and obviously shaken up, Mark would do whatever he could to comfort you and make you feel better. He didnât understand what got over him tonight thoughâwhat started as a joke about you leaving the dirty dishes from earlier that morning in the sink as his way to cheer you up turned in to hours of yelling at each other and getting at each otherâs throats.Â
You told him he was a selfish, egotistical asshole who didnât care about anyone but himself and he called you an aggressive bitch who takes things too seriously. As soon as he saw tears falling from your cheeks while you yanked at your purse and your keys that were still on the kitchen counter before storming outside, Mark was well aware that he fucked up. You werenât a sensitive person; you did cry occasionally when work could be too much for you to handle, when you felt home sick being 3,000 miles away from your family or if there was a sad scene in a movie the two of you watched together then yeahâyou would shed some tears, but it was only natural.Â
When you guys did argueâif everâyou did tear up out of irritation; but you never allowed Mark to see how much your little disputes would hurt you because you didnât want to feel vulnerable. He may have been your boyfriend, but you didnât want himâor anyone for that matter, taking advantage of how timorous and fragile you were as a person. It took him a while to process that you actually left. He was too focused on the fight; there were so many things he believed he wanted to say to you in the heat of the moment, but he knew it was best that he didnât.Â
Now that he was all alone in the apartment, he felt like complete and utter shit. He knew the entire fight could have been prevented if he had just kept his mouth shut. What came over him that he felt the need to make such a stupid comment? You werenât all that familiar when it came to California seeing as how you would only go out for work, with friends or with Mark.Â
California was different at night; itâs was more dangerous and scarier, even for your boyfriend who has been living there his entire life. Seeing as how your family lived in New York and you hardly made any friends in the couple years of living in the relatively sunny state other than a couple coworkers, he had no idea where you could have run off to. For all he knew, you were at a bar getting drunk off of your ass and someone could have been taking advantage of youâor worse, you could have been driving and got in to a car accident because of how frustrated you were.Â
From what he experienced with being in the passenger seat while you drove, he had to admit you werenât exactly the best driver. You had two of the worst qualities a driver could haveâimpatience and anger. Normally, you were calm and collective. Even if life as a nurse could get very hectic and frantic at times, not once in your three years of working at the hospital did you show that you were on the verge of a mental breakdown.Â
Mark never understood how you did itâbut you were very good at managing your time and completing your tasks while under pressure. Your driving however was a completely different story. As much as he could only hope and pray you were somewhere safe, it wasnât enough to stop the many negative thoughts and scenarios that his conscience came up with. Out of force of habit, he turned on the news to make sure nothing bad happened to youâGod, why didnât he just keep his mouth shut? If he just gave up his pride and took in to consideration the stress you were under, youâd be cuddling in his arms right now while the two of you watch reruns of Cake Bossâbut instead, you were out driving in the freezing cold, alone and angry. He had no idea what he should do; even if he were to give in and admit his faults first, what good would it do? You were just as stubborn as he was.Â
Knowing your headstrong tendencies, there was a big chance you would leave his messages unread and let his calls go to voicemail. He couldnât blame you though, if it were the other way around and you were the one trying to get in touch with him, Mark wouldâve ignored your attempts entirely. His guilty conscience got the best of him only after ten minutes; he knew there was no way heâd be able to go to sleep without finding out your whereabouts.
Mark: Hey. 11:56 p.m.
Mark: Iâm sure youâre still mad at me and my apologies probably mean jack shit to you right now but just know that I am really fucking sorry. 11:56 p.m.
Mark: You donât have to return my calls, but do you think you could at least let me know that youâre safe? 11:58 p.m.
Mark: I didnât mean anything I saidâyou know me better than I know myself baby. I would never do or say anything to purposely hurt you. Fuck, the last thing I ever want to do is upset you y/n. Iâm sorry Iâve made you so sad. 12:03 p.m.
Mark: I love you so much y/n. Please come home soon. 12:03 p.m.
He tossed his phone somewhere on the floor before releasing a frustrating groanâwhere could you have gone? A lot of places were closed at this time of hour and he decided that since you were driving, there was no way you could be drinking. Any club or bar was immediately crossed off of his list. There was also no way youâd go back to the hospital; it was painfully obvious that something occurred during your shift that made your mood sourâso you probably didnât want to get near the establishment until you had to return back to work in the morning.Â
Shit, thatâs right.Â
You had another shift in less than eight hours, God, Mark really felt like the biggest asshole on the planet. Knowing that there was a huge chance he wouldnât be hearing from you any time soon, he decided to set up camp in the living room just in case you came back home and wanted to go straight to bed. He was also secretly hoping that you read his messages and forgave him; or at least felt a little less infuriated with him.Â
No matter how much he tried to take his mind off of you, there was nothing that could distract him. None of the many video games he owned nor the new unsolved mysteries series Netflix had to offer could ease his unsettling nerves. Something inside of Mark was telling him to go out and look for you, but he knew that wasnât a good idea. Honestly, he wouldnât even know where to start. California was hugeâheâd probably drive in circles for hours.Â
The idea of getting in contact with his friends also popped in to his mind; youâve grown close to his group of friends over the course of your relationship to the point where you could consider them all family. However, you were the kind of person who hated being a burden to others. You also didnât want to involve anyone in your personal business unless you really had to.Â
All he could do was lie on the couch and stare at the ceiling; growing more and more irritated with himself as the minutes went by. Your disheartened facial expression was imprinted in the back of his mindâthis was the first time you looked at him in a way other than lovingly and with so much adoration in your eyes. He hated it; hated himself even more.Â
He just really wanted you home safe.Â
Your boyfriend had no idea how long he was waiting for you; minutes felt like hours as he continued to lie on the couch, doing nothing. As soon as he heard the click of the door sound off, he abruptly sat up; not caring if he seemed too eager. He sincerely meant everything he said over text messageâyour health and your safety meant more to him than his stupid ego.Â
His heart began to race watching you walk in; there was nothing more he wanted to do than to run over to you and pull you in to his embrace while he repeatedly apologized for everything that he said and all the hurt he made you suffer through. For his inconsiderate actions, for not running after you, for allowing his pride and wanting to be the winner of the argument get in the way. But you looked so exhaustedâso tired. Your body language spoke for you; it was evident that you were probably still hurt from his words and from what he learned with past experiences, you probably just wanted to go to sleep. He was curious if you got around to reading his messages or if you listened to his many voicemails.
His heart was begging him to get up and make his way over to you, but his mind didnât want to make matters worse. Although he wanted to fix things immediately, he was going to wait for you to take control of the situation. You slowly took off your sandals and made your way in to the kitchen. The battle going on between his mind and his heart was currently consuming his thoughts; as much as he knew it wouldâve been better to continue giving you his space, his heart had other plans.Â
You looked as though you saw a ghost when you heard him make his presence known and only then did Mark realize it was 2:15 in the morning. His chest hurt when he saw you tense up; he began regretting his decision. You obviously werenât ready for reconciliation.Â
âWhat are you still doing up?âÂ
You still had your back faced toward him, but he was going to take whatever he could get. Instead of continuing to ignore him, which is honestly what he felt he deserved, you actually responded to him. It had to be a good thingâright?Â
âI know youâre well aware that there was no way Iâd be able to go to sleep knowing you were out all by yourself this late in a city youâre not all that familiar with. Especially because I was the reason. IâI was so worried.âÂ
The tension in the room was thick; he was practically walking on eggshells while thinking about what to say next. You were the definition of a sensitive person and it was a trait of yours that Mark was still getting used to. It was the truth thoughâMark cared about you more than he did anyone else on this hell forsaken earth. If something were to happen to you, he didnât know what he would do with himself. You were his person. That man would die for you if he had to. He found himself reaching out to you as a force of habit, but he retracted his hand as soon as he realized what he was doing.Â
âCan weâcan we talk?âÂ
You took in a deep breath and finally allowed yourself to turn around and face him. There was no way around thisâyou knew as you drove around that he would want to talk sooner or later. When you saw that he was still awake, you werenât surprised. Being with him for all these years, youâve grown to learn that Mark never allowed you to go to bed angry. He was the type to want to solve your problems before you were to fall asleep.Â
The idea of you crying yourself to sleep because of something he said made his heart hurt. Only once in your entire relationship did you go to bed without listening to Markâs apologies and it was because you didnât want to deal with the drama any longer. He felt extremely bad that entire day though and when you arrived home that night, there was a bouquet of sunflowers, your favorite cake from your favorite bakery and a stuffed animal all sitting on the counter.Â
Mark was going to make sure you knew just how sorry he was, even if it meant having to sleep on the couch tonight. You were much more calm than you were when you first stormed out. Right after the fight, you went straight to your car and sat in it for a while; allowing yourself to breathe and come to your sense before driving away. Then, you decided to go drive around the city until you pulled up to a 24-hour coffee shop.Â
The exhaustion from your extremely stressful day was finally taking over you; and since you planned to stay out for at least another hour or two, you were going to need something that would keep you from falling asleepâand what better than a caramel macchiato with three shots of espresso? To your delight, you were the only customer there; you didnât want anyone witnessing your breakdown as you cried quietly to yourself while remembering Markâs harsh words that he directed towards you.Â
Mark was the only good thing going for you in your life at the moment; all you wanted to do was collapse in his arms and have him comfort youâyou wanted him to run his fingers through your hair while you were perched up on his lap, hiding your face in the juncture of his neck. Every single time you had a rough day, whether it was because of work, or something else going on in your life; but your boyfriend was really good at taking your mind off of any problems, worries or negative thoughts that you had.Â
Coming home, only to hear him complain about how you didnât wash your cereal bowl made your blood boil. You were scolded by your manager for almost giving a patient the wrong medication and it was the mistake of your colleague in trainingâyet you didnât have the heart to confess that it wasnât your fault. You understood how intimidating it was for first and second year residents; youâve been there before, so you were fine taking the blame for something that you didnât do. However, hearing your manager insult you and claim that you were inadequate and had no idea what you were doing made you feel as if it were true.Â
The last thing anyone in the medical field wanted to hear was that they werenât good at their job. You didnât go through so many years of crying over how hard clinicals were on top of pulling all-nighters every single week there was a test or exam just for someone to make you feel like you had no clue on how to complete the tasks given to you. This was the first time you were scolded for something that you didnât think was all that bad; the medication the patient was meant to take helped with soothing a sore throat. The one that the medical resident gave them had to do with decreasing heartburnâit wasnât like it was a life or death situation.Â
Mark never did anything to upset you purposely; sure, he had a tendency to leave the toilet seat up every now and then and sometimes he would get crumbs all over the couch, but that was as bad as it would get. When he called you a bitch, it genuinely felt like a slap to the face. It physically hurt and you couldnât stop thinking about the way his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched in anger as he continued to say such hurtful things to you. At one point while you were drinking your coffee, it became bitterâwhich was odd considering how sweet it actually was and you found yourself no longer wanting to finish it.Â
Your argument with Mark was just taking up the entirety of your thought process that you were growing agitated with anything and everything. After reading his text messages and listening to a few of his voicemails, you didnât know how to react. Mark Tuan was never the type to admit to his wrongdoings; he had so much pride and such a big egoâbut not once did he ever use it towards you. Youâve watched the way he became ruthless while playing video games and said some things to his friends that you considered to be a joke; something he said to throw them off while being focused on winning.Â
Even at work, if he did something wrong, heâd never admit to his faults. Thatâs just who he was; so for him to say that he was wrongâthat he didnât mean a thing that he said and he shouldnât have upset you at all gently pulled on your heartstrings and you found yourself throwing away the remainder of your beverage and making your way back to the apartment.Â
You werenât sure what was going to happen once you were to walk in the door; he might have apologized, but that didnât necessarily mean that he was going to talk to you or apologize again in person. Your mind would not let you get any rest; it was currently in a battle with your heartâyour stupid, stupid heart that belonged to the man that made you feel like you were wrong for having a bad day.Â
Thatâyou had no right to lash out on him. You wished he would have heard you out first before attacking you for something so small and unnecessary; he couldâve washed the damn dishes himself if he was so bothered. But your heart wouldnât stop telling you to forgive him. His job could get extremely frustrating sometimes. It might not have been as time consuming or energy draining as yours, but there were times where he would need you to hold him every now and then because his executives expected so much out of him.Â
He probably had just as much of a hard day as you didâmaybe he came home pissed off from something that happened at work and noticing that there was dishes in the sink that he knew were there from this morning got on his nerves. You felt like he could have handled it better though and you couldnât help but think like he was growing tired of having to be your backbone; having to comfort you almost every single day on top of his own problems. Your mind wouldnât stop coming up with all these thoughts and lies you knew werenât true and you were well aware that it was best to start heading back to your place knowing that you had to be up again in less than five hours.Â
Seeing him practically leap at the sight of you walking through the door sent so many emotions to your chest. You hated any time spent away from himâthere were occasions where your schedules would collide and the only time you would see him was right before bed or if you were coming home from a graveyard shift while he was getting ready to leave for his job.Â
The dried tears on his cheek confused you; he was the one who caused all of the drama and he had no problem making you feel like you were overreacting and being too sensitive. You were upset with yourself for wanting to walk over towards him and wrap your arms around himâbut it was only natural for you to want to do so.Â
For the entire duration of your shift, he was all you could think about; the thought of Mark was what kept you sane throughout the entire day. No matter how upset he made you, he was still the love of your lifeâyour best friend, your favorite person, your soulmate. One fight wasnât going to tarnish or falter your feelings for him in any way.Â
Arguments were considered healthy in a relationship; sure, you could have done without the harsh words being thrown back and forth to one another, but you realized in the coffee shop that you would rather bicker and disagree with Mark every now and then for the rest of your life, then to have a relationship filled with constant joy and laughter with someone else.Â
It was obvious that he was probably just as tired as you were, but the thought of him staying up worrying about where you were and waiting for you to arrive back home filled your stomach with butterflies. You made your way towards the dining table and took a seat; you waited for him to make the first move because you didnât know where to start.Â
âDid youâuhâhappen to get my texts?âÂ
You decided to keep your gaze on the cup of coffee he placed in front of you; you didnât even notice him heating some up for you. Your boyfriend was very observant of the way that you practically lived on coffee; on the days you had morning shifts, he would set an alarm to wake up before you and prepared all the things you needed so that you had less to worry aboutâcoffee being your number one necessity. If you were to look up at him, you were well aware that you would probably cry just at the thought of how considerate he was even under a negative circumstance.Â
âYes. I didnât have a chance to read them though.âÂ
That was a lie. You read every single one of his messages; each message pulling on your heartstrings the more you continued scrolling through them. Although you no longer held any anger towards Mark, you didnât want to give him the benefit of the doubt. A part of you also wanted to hear him apologize in person rather through messagesâbut you felt in your gut that he would sooner or later. Honestly, you wanted to wait until you were to come home from work tomorrow afternoon so that you were well rested enough to have the right mindset if another argument broke out.Â
âOh. Well, IâFor starters, I want to apologize for the way I acted towards you. I donât know what made me say the things I didâI meant it as a joke but you obviously didnât think it was funny and I donât know why I expected you to. Iâm so fucking sorry y/n. I was an asshole and you didnât deserve it at all. I know I said some really cruel things in the heat of the moment, but I hope you know I didnât mean any of it. Youâre not a bitch nor are you over-emotional and you donât get on my nerves. At all. I justâhearing you say those things about me sparked something inside that I wanted to hurt you as much as you hurt me. It took every bone in my body not to run after you. Iâll admit, sureâit was because I wanted to give you your space, but I was also very prideful and still so irritated with the entire ordeal. I regret every single thing I said and did tonight as soon as I realized just how scary it is being out late at night by yourself. Iâve never hated myself more than I did in these last two hours worrying about where you could have gone and what you were doing. I couldnât stop thinking about your broken expression as you grabbed your things and stormed out the door.âÂ
His voice quickly grew shaky; you knew he was on the verge of crying again just by the tone of his voice. For some reason, you found yourself giving in to him and finally looked up. It felt like a slap to the face; seeing him with the most heart wrenching frownânot once in your relationship did you ever question Markâs love for you and right now, hearing that he beat himself up for the last few hours while he was going crazy thinking of the many possibilities that something bad happened to you made you come to the realization that the beautiful man in front of you loved you more than you could ever fathom in to words.Â
âI know youâre tired from workâI donât know why I didnât just keep my mouth shut. If I could, Iâd go back and prevent this entire night from happening. I was so fucking scared y/n. You donât know California all that well; you could have taken a wrong turn and ended up on your way to Las Vegasâyour car could have broken down in the middle of nowhere and someone could have came andâI donât even want to think about it. Iâm sorry for hurting youâI know youâre well aware that I would rather sit and suffer through listening to Yugyeom and BamBam screaming while playing MarioKart than to hurt you in any possible way. You donât have to forgive me. Hell, scream at me; yell at me, hit me, do whatever you want to me. Just know that Iâm extremely sorry, and Iâll do whatever I have to in order to get you to trust me again.âÂ
He hesitantly stood up and didnât even spare a glance at you before making his way back into the living room. You were upset that he didnât give you any time to respond, but at the same timeâyou were extremely grateful. Right after he left you all alone at the table, you allowed the tears to flow freely from your eyelids as his apology continuously replayed in your mind. Whatever exhaustion you felt from earlier that disappeared right after you abruptly left the apartment was quickly returningâthough, you didnât know if you were physically tired or just mentally drained at this point.Â
You gave yourself a couple of minutes alone just to plan out what you were going to do. Going to sleep sounded like the most rational decision to make; especially because you were meant to wake up in less than four hours to work another long, grueling and tiresome ten-hour shift. But you didnât want to go to bed on bad terms with Mark. If he was willing to give up his pride and raise the white flag first just to make sure you were well aware that he was extremely regretful and apologetic of his actions, then it was only righteous of you to forgive him. You got up from your seat and put away the cup of coffee before taking in a deep breath and making your way in to the living room.Â
The lights were off; but the lights from the hallway were still dimly lit enough for you to notice that Mark was lying down on the couch with a pillow and a blanket wrapped around him. This was the first time since you moved in together that you found him outside on the couch. A small smirk raised on your faceâyour boyfriend was always so courteous and considerate.Â
He began tossing and turning in order to find a sleeping position he would be comfortable in. Your couch was pretty spacious and the two of you have slept on it countless times while watching movies together, but you were sure he was probably bummed by your response or lack thereof. You walked over to the end of the couch and gently tapped his thigh with your knee to get his attention.Â
âWhat are you doing?âÂ
Although there was barely enough light to even see his figure, you were able to see him shrug nonchalantly at your questionâas if you already knew the answer.Â
âYouâre still mad at me. I donât want to make matters even worse. Iâm giving you your spaceââ You surprised both yourself and your boyfriend by flopping on top of him, earning yourself a soft whimper. Nonetheless, his hands made their way down towards your lower back without hesitance. His heart was racing against your chest; you had a feeling he wasnât expecting for you to forgive him tonight let alone throw yourself in top of him. The two of you sat in silence for a couple of minutes, the only sound that could be heard was your breaths and his fingers tapping lightly on your skin. He placed a couple of gentle kisses on your jaw and gripped at your chin; lifting it up to make eye contact with you.Â
âI lied. I did read the messages and I cried like a babyâyou ass. Okay, Iâm gonna start off by admitting that there were some things I also said that were out of line and that I did not mean. You are not a bad boyfriend at all Markâyou are the best boyfriendâhell, you are the best thing to ever happen to me. A lot of what I said was because I was so pissed off at you. I had such a terrible day at work. I was scolded by my manager twice for things I didnât do, I had to work two extra hours to help out because three people called in sick, I was thrown up on and my break was cut short because we were so low staffed today and everyone in California all seemed to have kidney malfunctions on the same damn day. All I wanted to do was fall apart in your arms and have you comfort me like you always doâbut then I come home and you make a comment about how lazy I am and I justâI cracked. Normally youâre always so good at picking up on the fact that Iâve had shit days; so, for you to make me feel even worse when all I wanted to do was find solace in youâit made me so fucking sad. And then I went out and drove for a while but I came to the realization that it wasnât a good idea for me to roam around in a city Iâm not familiar with while I was fuming so I went to a coffee shop and just thought about everything.âÂ
Feeling his grip on your hips tighten only made it evident that your words had an effect on him. Sure, you were telling your side of the story and you had every right toâMark deserved to hear what an asshole he was towards youâthe last person in his life that he ever wanted to hurt. But he could just picture you sitting in your car; sobbing and blaming yourself like youâve done multiple times in the past even if it wasnât your fault. You were the kind of person who had a tendency to think you were the reason why things went wrong.Â
Usually, it was in situations at work; but he couldnât help but feel as if you were beating yourself up about the argument that could have honestly been prevented if he observed your posture and body language and just kept his mouth shut. You wiped away a tear that fell from his cheek before placing a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.Â
âI wanted to continue giving you your space, but I had so many negative thoughts running through my mind. I was so, so worried about you. Baby I am so fucking sorryââ you playfully pinched his cheek before covering his mouth with your hand.Â
âNo more apologies okay? Our argument is in the past. I just want you to know what happened and why I decided to return back so soon. If Iâm being honest with you, I was planning on staying out until I had to head in to work again but sleeping in my car is not the most easiest thing to do. You hurt me MarkâI know it wasnât purposely but for a few minutes, I actually contemplated on staying at a hotel or something. I didnât want to see you for the rest of the night and I hated that I felt like thatâeven if it was for a split second. I always want you Mark. Every secondâevery minuteâevery hour spent away from you is spent thinking about you. What youâre doing, if you ate your meals on time, how youâre doing, if you miss me the way I canât stop missing you, when Iâll get to see you nextâthen I got your message and they just solidified the love you have for me. Not that I ever questioned it once in our three years of dating. Iâm sorry about the dishesâIâm sorry if I havenât been myself these last few days but please MarkâIâm not acting this way on purpose. Iâm so tired. Youâre the only reason why I donât end up in a mental institution at the rate Iâm going. Iâll try to be better okay? I love you too by the wayâso much.âÂ
The longer you spoke, the more tears fell from his eyes knowing how you mustâve felt so unhappy while overthinking the argument and just your entire day in general and he just felt so angry with himself. It was one thing for him to think about how much the argument must have bothered you, but it was another thing to hear you confess what had happened at work before coming home to a nagging and complaining boyfriend.Â
He felt sick to his stomach and it was even more upsetting because he didnât have the right words to explain just how sorry he was nor did he know what to do to make it known that he was regretful of the entire situation. Your boyfriend didnât give you any time to prepare; he cupped your face in his hands and roughly connected your lips together. His lips were chapped and dry and tasted like salt from the tears. However, his movements were dominant and quick; his desire and need to kiss you was all that was on his mind at the moment.Â
He wanted you to feel how much he loved you and how remorseful he was through the kiss. His tongue pushed down all but gently against your bottom lip before bringing it in between his teeth. The kiss continued to deepen the longer your tongues battled for dominance; any anger you held for your boyfriend was completely gone at this point. As much as you loved the way his lips melded perfectly against yours, you were finally feeling the wave of exhaustion re-enter your body and to Markâs disappointment, you pulled away and placed your forehead against his.
âBabeeeeeââ
âCome on, letâs go to bed.âÂ
You got up from off of him and reached your hand out in order to help him up. Mark was the definition of a clingy boyfriendâeveryone who knew the two of you both witnessed and heard just how possessive he was over you and how he constantly had to be touching on you. But nobody ever complainedâit was so adorable. He wrapped his arms around your stomach and placed his head on your shoulder while letting you guid the two of you towards your shared bedroom. You attempted to escape his hold in order to move around freely, but he had other plans and continued to cling to you like a sloth.
âBabe, I have to get ready for bedââ
âYou can get ready while I hold you.â
âI canât take off my scrubs with your arms around me.â
âI guess that means I have to take them off for youâit would be my pleasure baby.â You rolled your eyes and gently shoved him while grabbing one of his shirts and making your way towards the bathroom.Â
âBaby?â You hummed in curiosity and gingerly smiled at him.Â
âItâs already 3 in the morning. Maybe you should call in sick. I donât like the thought of you going to work with barely any amount of sleep and I know weâve moved on from our argumentâbut itâs only human for you to think about it again. I donât want you getting yelled at again if your manager senses that youâre tired. Plus, youâve been working so much this last month. I know you love your job, but itâs okay to take a well deserved rest once in a whileââÂ
He had a point. Besides Mark, work was your ultimate priority. Sometimes, you put the hospital before your own health and private life. There were occasions where Mark would invite you out with him and his friends, but a lot of the time, you would either be at work or sometimes be called in as you started getting ready. Working so much led to over exhaustion every now and then but no matter how sick you feltâwhether it was a cold, the flu or nausea, you would still find yourself tending to patients. It was something Mark wasnât all too fond of; especially because your boyfriend seemed to be the only one genuinely concerned about your well-being.Â
As soon as you finished your nighttime routine, you wasted no time making your way towards where Mark was sitting on the bed and crawled on top of him. He gave you a tired yet toothy grin and pulled you close to his chest. His hands returned to your lower waist and he even playfully pinched your butt; earning himself a slap to the shoulder. You brought one of your hands in to his hair while cupping his cheek lovingly with the other.Â
âI know you donât want me apologizing anymore, but I just want to say sorry one last time. I canât promise we wonât argue againâweâre both stubborn as hellâbut I promise to be more patient; more understanding. And I donât want you leavingâyou really did worry me baby. I love you so much y/n. Iâm sorry if what I said earlier made you question my love for youâbut I love you. Iâve loved you for the last three years and I plan on loving you for the rest of my life.â You placed a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth before smashing your cheek against his chest.Â
âI love you too. A lot more than I get around to telling you. Fine. If I stay home tomorrow, you owe me.â He gently pulled away from you and began wiggling his brows.Â
âOh, and what do you have in mind? You know babe, we donât need to wait till tomorrow, I can give you what you deserve right now. Iâll take such good care of youââ
âI donât mean sex you horny ass, I meant you make me breakfast in bed or prepare a bath for me. If Iâm calling in sick, I want a relaxing day off.â He gave you an adorable pout while playfully hiding his face in between your breasts and whining softly.Â
âMaking love can be relaxing. Come on Y/n, itâs been almost a week since I had your pretty lips around my cock. Iâm sex deprived. As much as I prefer you topping me and riding my cock like the professional cowgirl you are, Iâll take the lead. Iâll eat your pussy out until you cryâfuck you till you scream. Might as well you call out for the entire week. I think you and I both know angry makeup sex is the best sex. Donât lie y/n, you miss having me inside of you just as much as I miss feeling your tight walls wrapped around meââ
âI think I made a mistake telling you to come in here. Go back to the couch.â
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SPF Five Million or Whatever
Summary:Â Mspa Reader figures they need some sunlight and recruits a few friends to help them get it.
Rating: T for language
Notes: I haven't written any of the jades before and I really love them and tried my best to capture their dynamic. I really love imagining Mspa Reader's adventures between Friendsim and Pesterquest. I feel like the games were really just scratching the surface of their shenanigans. Â
(AO3)
You are pretty sure that people need about twenty minutes of sunlight a day to stay healthy.Â
Or at least that is what you think it is. You never really thought about it too much to be honest. Having spent a decent amount of time outside walking, you figured you were getting your daily dose in without much effort, and maybe you just didnât realize how good you had it, not living on a planet that even passively was trying to kill you. Because right now, you know for a fact youâre getting the ideal amount of sunlight on Alternia, which in your personal experience is fucking ziltch.
You tried it once and learned pretty fast that what might leave you with a healthy glow on Earth, would leave you well done on Alternia, a disgusting state for any piece of meat to be in, let alone your body. So that was clearly an Earth exclusive recommendation.Â
Still, you think some sunlight would do you good.Â
Especially since you were starting to feel this constant exhaustion after a few months on Alternia. After ruling out your questionable diet and semi existent sleep schedule, you were left with the fact that you were likely getting a vitamin D deficiency.Â
Frankly, you have not survived your various trials and many tribulations here on Alternia to let rickets be what finally kills you. Absolutely not. No. Youâre too proud to die in the lamest way possible on a planet with significantly more respectable and less preventable ways of dying.Â
This does mean youâll have to face off with the Alternian sun, which really isnât that much better on the lame death scale. Last time you got caught out during daylight, you got really lucky. You arenât counting on a second time where a gorgeous cowgirl, alien Lassie, and a lot of dumb luck would happen to rescue you from your own poor life choices.Â
So this time, you were going to try to be smart about doing something this monumentally stupid. You were going to get water, a floppy hat, and some ice packs. Now you just had to not do this alone, especially when you knew someone who touted the merits of the buddy system.Â
Luckily, you also know a few people who could withstand the sunâs rays.Â
Finding out that jadeblood sun resistance was in fact a real thing and not just the latest in fucking with the local alien made this a whole lot easier and left you with a few options to consider. You figured Wanshi was too young to be kept up that late and that youâd rather not traumatize her if this went sideways. Bronya mentioned being busy with a new brood hatching and managing the herd of lusii they attracted to the caverns so that was a no go. Lanque would likely be otherwise occupied or at least claim to be and youâd rather him not see you like this if you could help it. That left you with Daraya, who you knew would be up and likely be down for some alien shenanigans. But most importantly, Lynera.
One massive check in her favor is she already had experience inconspicuously carrying your injured body through the caverns unnoticed by literally anyone else to a secondary location So discretion was clearly already a strong suit of hers. The context for how she even got that much experience in the first place is none of your business, especially now that youâre friends. And youâd say you two were actually pretty close after all the time youâve spent hanging out with her in the caverns and going out on little cafe trips.
Really, she was the ideal candidate for this by every observable metric. Well, almost.
While she is loyal enough that you knew that she would help you hide a body if asked, she has also threatened enough people for perceived slights against you that she would very likely be the reason there was a corpse hanging around in the first place. So having Daraya be there too was probably a safe move.Â
Oh itâs all coming together now.
You were feeling really good about this. Your confidence in yourself, your friends, and your planning abilities carried you through two difficult conversations. One with a veneer of apathy trying to conceal some very real concern, the other incredibly loud and extremely worried, but you got through them and thatâs what matters.Â
So here you are at the brooding caverns, tucked away inside the turn just before the mouth, clad in some cool guy shades from Cirava, a sun hat from Charun, some shorts from Remele, and a Xoloto brand tank top complete with strategic ripping that makes it basically impossible to wear anywhere in public without a layer underneath.Â
Your friends are right here with you. Lynera is alternating between pacing and fretting over the placement of your sun hat for the seventh time to really make sure your hair doesnât ignite. You know it wonât and you told her it wonât, but you let her fuss. She just needs to do something with her hands to stay calm. You can at least let her have that with what youâre about to do. Daraya checks her palm husk again for the time as dawn steadily approaches. You take a deep breath in, psyching yourself up.Â
So you never actually figured out what the Alternian sun equivalent to twenty minutes of Earth sun is. But you think a minute should be enough to do it and not pass out. It feels about right. You have based this off of no math whatsoever, but youâve done worse with less prep, so youâre not going to let some nerd shit stop you. Especially not now, when you hear Daraya sigh. You know that itâs show time.Â
You look at her to confirm as she pockets her device and you see some light begin to stretch into the cavernâs entrance. She looks at it too, frowning as it approaches.
ââČâČ try not to fry your pan âŒâŒ"
You give her a reassuring smile and run up through the mouth of the cave, and stop just past the entrance, arms up wide and outstretched, like you were doing the YMCA dance and lost rhythm just past the first letter, ready to receive that sunlight you so desperately craved. The sun hits your skin and there is a comfort in feelingâs its warmth after living in eternal night.
You really missed this.
...
Actually, you know what? No you donât. Fuck this.Â
That âgentle warmthâ quickly became a scorching blaze and to your credit, you made it a solid ten seconds under the full wrath of that relentless bitch they called a sun before you decided to quit while you were ahead and conscious. You dash back towards the entrance, uncomfortably aware of every step you take. Lynera stops nervously pacing and stiffens when you reenter the shade and runs towards you. Daraya is ready and quickly hands you a water bottle. You struggle to open the cap because of the condensation making the bottle slick and it exacerbates the painful tingle youâre feeling all over your hands. And your face. And your everything actually.Â
You continue struggling until you finally succeed in twisting the cap off, but your victory immediately proves to be a hollow one, as your tight grip on the bottle has water going everywhere.Â
God. Damn. It.Â
Youâre vaguely cognisant of a screeching sound somewhere behind you, but you have more important concerns right now. By some absolute miracle, a decent amount of the water seems to have gotten on you and saturated your top, soothing the skin under it. You feel less like youâre on fire and more like you had marinated your entire body in icy-hot for a few hours before getting deep fried.Â
Youâd like to believe that that is a much more manageable situation. Your skin canât tell much of a difference though so you waste no time and pour the rest out all over your face like you were a champ who just scored the winning goal instead of a dipshit speedrunning skin cancer.Â
Daraya mercifully cracks a cold one with the boys and pours the contents of another water bottle on you like you were a plant she forgot to water. The cool sensation on your skin causes you to sigh in a relief that doesnât last long, before you lose contact with the ground. Lynera has you thrown over her shoulder and starts quickly making her way back into the caverns to her respiteblock. The physical contact takes that previous painful tingle and absolutely fucking floors it, bringing you to a familiar world of pain that your ass was very content not revisiting. Daraya keeps pace behind the two of you with her arms crossed the face of someone who is totally not panicked.
You try to calm them, telling them you feel better already. Really, you mean it.Â
This just causes Lynera to speed up and Daraya to grimace down at you instead of giving you an actual response.Â
While, yes, you resent having flesh, you actually feel really awake right now.Â
Daraya narrows her eyes. ââČâČ you mean from the pain? âŒâŒâ
No. No. That's different. And way more familiar.Â
God. Despite looking like a freshly hatched octogenarian, Lynera can really book it.Â
She carries your limp, increasingly dizzy body with ease. You knew she was deceptively strong and fast first hand, based off of her being able to immediately able to knock you the fuck out and lug you back to her combination study block murder dungeon. Honestly, being able to do anything with an alien discreetly deserves commendation. Commendation up and out the wazoo.Â
Youâre about to attempt to try to verbalize that thought, but just before the turn to get to Lynera's study block, she suddenly stops. She nervously glances between this hallway and another adjacent one one. Daraya almost bumps into her but stops herself just in time.Â
"âČâČâČ what are you doing? We said we were just going to put them in a spare recuperacoon âŒâŒâŒ" Daraya whisper yells.Â
"They're a new color Daraya !!!" Lynera whisper yells to the point of negating the whisper part of the whisper yell and more just using a normal speaking volume with a hiss. â-they need !!! A medicull kit !!!â
Oh. You glance down at one of your dangling arms. That happened fast. In retrospect, you should have mentioned that was a thing that would potentially happen. How did you forget that? Â
ââČâČâČ and do what? A medicull kit could make them worse. We donât know shit about aliens âŒâŒâŒâ
â-!!! well how would you know all of their injuries were taken care of! that we didnt miss anything!â Â
ââČ theyâre fine. We just, I don't fucking know? Rotate them in the slime? âŒâ
â-like some sort of !!! rotisserie cluckbeast !!!â Lynera indignantly whisper shrieks.Â
"âČâČ No!âŒâŒ" Daraya quickly defends. The way her eyes quickly glance to the side seems to imply that's kind of exactly what it's like.Â
Just like them rotisserie chickens.Â
The longer their arguing went on, the more uncomfortably aware you were getting about the fact that you had a body and Lynera's clothes felt like steel wool grating against your poor skin. That and describing what they were doing as âwhisper arguingâ was becoming more and more of a stretch as it went on and started to get louder. You were worried you were going to attract unwanted attention.Â
It is as soon as you have that thought, that a door opens, and you see an irritated Lanque groggily peek his head through to find the source of the commotion.Â
His face remains still at first, blinking tiredly as he takes in the fuckery and only opens the door wider when the other two turn at the sound of his door opening and he registers you slumped over Lyneraâs shoulder with a single raised brow.Â
You smile and wave at him, despite how lightheaded her turn had you feeling, and Daraya quickly pulls your hand down and stands in front of you like there was nothing to see here. You let out a weak, âow,â as she did, your flesh protesting at the touch. She glances back at you quickly, before exasperatedly turning to look back at Lanque with her arms crossed.
ââČâČ what? âŒâŒâ
He measuredly looks at the scene before him. Really taking in all of the bullshit before side eyeing Lynera.Â
âYou threW the alien into broad daylight? EVen for you, that's crazy.â He almost sounds surprised, before smiling sweetly, âNoW Whoâs going to tolerate you?âÂ
Lynera sputters something, clearly offended, but Daraya cuts her off with a groan,Â
ââČ they literally need sunlight to live Lanque âŒâ
His face twists. âAre they a fucking plant?âÂ
â-no!!!" Lynera considers for a moment before yelling again just as loud. â-most likely not!!!â
He looks from your trio, to the small puddle of water forming under you, and glances back to the trail of water you apparently had dripping from you this whole time.Â
You know, youâre really starting to see the plant angle here.Â
ââČâČ look they just needed some stupid sunlight and we hung around to make sure they didnât just get too cooked or whatever. What, are you going to tell Bronya on us? âŒâŒ" Daraya half mocks, half asks.
âNo, of course not.â Lanque almost seems offended. âI donât see any reason to inVolVe myself With you tWo Watching the alien give themselVes sun sickness.â
You ask no one in particular what sun sickness is.
â-can aliens get sun sickness???â Lynera asks with a newfound panic.
Lanque irritatedly replies, âHoW Would I knoW?âÂ
You feel briefly dejected that no one answered. Until another thought crosses your mind. It wasnât related to anything occurring at the moment, but it was weird enough that you donât know how this was the first time you had ever really thought about it. Maybe the events of this morning were what it took for you to even be able consider this quandary.Â
Why do they say troll before a name? Like troll Will Smith? Doesnât that imply there is another kind of WIll Smith? Like if theyâre all trolls, why say troll? Oh shit, is that why they do it? Did you tell them about human Will Smith or would that be like human Whillh Smithh? Human Willhh Smyyth?Â
You rack your mind for other ways of making Will Smith a valid troll name, concentration evident on your face.Â
Lanque looks at you like youâre an idiot. âWhat the fuck are you talking about? You're just repeating the same name.â
The spelling? You narrow your eyes as you consider the spelling. It is the clearest thing in the world right now to you. Itâs spelled different Lanque.
âI canât hear how itâs spelled.â
Darayaâs eyes widen. "âČâČ They fried their fucking pan âŒâŒ "Â
You still donât know what sun sickness is, but you strongly suspect you may have it, especially since most of what happened afterwards was kind of a blur.Â
What you think you can remember is the sound of someone coming. Quick, determined footsteps that you couldnât recognize, but Lynera clearly could as she stiffened first. She maybe said something about Bronya doing a curfew round? You think? Either way, it had everyone else on immediate edge and was enough for Lanque to decide this wasnât worth staying awake for. He made a final comment and you heard a door shut, leaving your trio behind.Â
Daraya and Lynera exchanged words, finally remembering the âwhisperâ part of whisper yelling. They came to an agreement of some sort with Lynera nodding and heading to her studyblock and Daraya going off in the direction of what was probably Bronya.
Mentally, you are pressing F to pay your respects. Physically though, you register your orientation rapidly shifting. While you werenât crazy about your position over Lynera's shoulder, what with her sweater vest grating against your torso and all, it turns out you enjoyed being moved out of it even less. The blood running away from your head had you feeling woozy in a whole new way.
To her credit, Lynera did not just immediately dunk you into the recuperacoon a la Space Jam like youâre sure she wanted to. She instead carefully lets you sink into it with a gentleness that starkly contrasted her worry. Normally, you would say that being put into a vat of slime is not an experience you would be looking forward to. Right now though, youâre loving it. It is an absolute godsend as it acts a cool balm against your skin.
Lynera continues and gingerly removes your shades and places them on an end table next to your sunhat. You were about to thank her and let her know she was in fact âa real one,â but you got cut off by her grabbing a handful of slime and smearing it on your face.Â
You sputter and instinctively try to move away, but youâre no match for her. Sheâs dealt with fussy grubs with sharp teeth for way too long to actually be deterred by your feeble efforts to resist. You donât know how youâd rate the experience between, âchildren haphazardly covering you in slick grease paintâ to âalien clay mask ensuring you donât have enough skin to even entertain having clogged pores,â but you arenât in a position to be opposed to it. It actually feels kinda nice when itâs in a smooth, even layer and not a huge fucking dollop on your face.Â
When sheâs done, she wipes her hands while saying something to you. You donât really register it, so you just kinda smile and nod. Itâs your usual go to when you arenât quite sure what is happening around you and it hasnât led you too astray in the very many times youâve done it. Youâll just ask her what she said in the evening.
Lynera seems pleased and starts moving to turn off the lights. Before she does, you thank her. She smiles at you, the corners of her eyes crinkling, and glances back at you as she goes, leaving you feeling warm inside and out for two extremely different reasons.Â
You settle down, trying to get cozy. You're not going to pretend you know much about sopor slime. You assumed it comes from a plant and haven't tried to confirm that little theory of yours because you need to believe that for your own sake. It's plant goo. From some kind of alien aloe vera or something. An extremely fleshy plant just ripe with goo for the taking. If you ever learn otherwise, no you didn't.Â
After you wake up and wipe off the slime, you find that youâve healed surprisingly quickly. Youâre still very tender to the touch, you find that out real fast, but your skin looks a lot less irritated than when you last saw it. This bit of good news and vitamin d that you assume you now have coursing through your veins that hopefully was not mostly used up on healing your skin, puts a little pep in your step as you get ready for the night. Before you exit the caverns, you feel a pang of hunger.
You can practically hear Bronya reminding you how breakfast is the most important meal of the day, so you walk into the meal block, figuring that no one would mind too much if you grabbed a breakfast bar or two before you left. Maybe youâll even get lucky and find the ones that kind of taste like peanut butter and are crunchy for reasons youâd rather not identify. You arenât alone when you enter. Lanque is there, sitting at a table. He looks up from his palm husk and eyes you.
âDid you change color?â
Yeah. Humans being exposed to sunlight makes them create a protective pigment so they're more able to be exposed to the sun.
âIâm fascinated.â he says, anything but. âSo you're going to turn jade?âÂ
No, more of a slightly darker version of what you are now.Â
He hums, now totally disinterested and looking back down at his chittr feed. Guess the limits of your rainbowdrinker like attributes have worn off on him.Â
Anyways, this just means that this will be easier next time you go out during the day.Â
That statement gives him pause. Lanque looks up from his palm husk, looking out before glancing at you dubiously.Â
"Next time?"Â
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Insurrection (Itâs About Time)
â [4/7] of the Glossary Series
â summary: If you told Park Jimin he was going to fall in love with a young cult leader, he would've laughed. But honestly, who's laughing now??
â pairing/rating: jimin x reader | PG-15
â genre:Â 90% angst, 9.9% fluff, 0.1% crack | high school!au
â warnings: death, mentions of suicide, academic dishonesty, cult-like activities, profanity, school threats (bombs & shootings)
â wordcount: 18.3k
â a/n: this is a story that is near and dear to my heart. it actually kind of hurt to write because a lot of these scenes are similar to my experiences or the experiences of loved ones. iâve had this idea for almost two years now and i finally decided to write it out. i hope you enjoy (:
Jimin is punctual. In fact, he is on another level of punctuality. At any given event, he arrives at least fifteen minutes early. For what reason? His answer would be 'just in case.' There are a plethora of events that can go wrong, a multitude of catastrophes that can erupt in his face last-minutely. Jimin's not going to take any chances jeopardizing his own future.
Especially his future in education.
Much accordingly, since he is exceedingly punctual, Jimin can notâfor the love of godâstand people who dilly dally. The atrocity of them to dare to be late and waste others' time!
This is the exact reason why he absolutely despises his calculus teacher.
I sacrificed my goddamn lunchtime studying for this exam. And now he decides to be late.
Jimin's hands shake violently as he brings up his notes to his face, eyes boring into the paper filled with equations and example problems. Hands clammy and sticking to the paper, he balances himself on the balls of his feet and rocks in an attempt to try to settle his spiked nerves.
This is definitely not a good way to start off finals weeks.
Jimin has exactly an 88.3% in AP Calculus BC, and a morbid B+ will do no good in his futureâat least that's what the school propaganda and his parents say. He'll have to score extremely well on this fall semester's final exam, especially because his teacher refuses to round up the grades.
Goddamn. He's really late. Late to his own final.
Jimin starts biting his nails again. At this point, there isn't much nail to bite left, but he manages to gnaw at the skin around it. It's a small habit that goes far; he does it when he's nervous, but nail-biting always does such little to do away with his gargantuan amount of stress.
In frustration, Jimin lets out a massive sigh, clutching at his chest where his lungs threatened to collapse on him. His stomach feels tight and queasy, which doesn't have much to do with the fact that he hadn't eaten. He is just anxious. Unlike the others around him.
Next to Jimin, Jeon Jungkook, his friend, casually leans against the brick wall, eyes focused on his phone screen as he mumbles nasty profanities under his breath. "That's motherfucking right, die, bitches," he mutters. Jungkook moves his body along with the avatar inside his game. He's so into it that his eyes gleam when he reigns victorious. "Ha!" he screeches, throwing up his hands. "Fuck you, you cowards! I win!"
Jungkook finally looks up from his game and meets eyes with Jimin. He grins. "Hey, bro, wanna log on too?"
Jimin's mouth hangs open with a mixture of complete surprise and utter disapproval. "We have a final this period, Jungkook. Aren't you the tiniest bit worried?"
He regrets asking that because he knows the answer he's going to get.
"No, not really," Jungkook snorts. He looks back at his phone screen and hoots. "Fuck, yeah! He's not here yet! I think I can squeeze in another game."
If Jimin's parents knew that his friendâaside from his straight A's and musical accomplishmentsâplayed video games, namely Fortnite, to pass time, they'd probably transfer Jimin to another school. A school that could be worse than this one. Which might as well be a prison.
Jimin shakes his head, harshly gripping his notes and looking away from Jungkook. Jimin doesn't want to admit it, but he's jealous. While he's stuck having a mini internal breakdown over the teacher's tardiness, Jungkook's taking the extra leisure time to play some shitty mobile game.
It's unfair. Jungkook gets his straight A's without moving so much of a goddamn muscle. While Jimin, on the other hand, has to stay up until four in the morning every other day, studying or doing homework from the moment he's awake to the time he goes to bed. He will never understand why, despite his grueling efforts, that he has a fair share of B's in his transcript.
It's a shitty, unfair system. But then again, it was set up to be unfair, anyways. Here at Welton High School, every student has taken a rigorous entrance exam, of which only the top 25% scoring students are accepted. Every student is well above averageâthey are students from all over the world and have probably never heard the word 'average' spoken to them in their entire lives. Until they faced Welton, of course. Now of the top 25%, only 1% can truly be special.
Jimin sometimes thinks that when he was accepted to Welton, he must've been barely at the cut off line. He speculates that he must've been in the top 24.99%, and was very lucky that he wasn't waitlisted.
He worked twice as hard from freshman year until now, junior year, to be on level with the young, walking Einsteins of Welton. But no matter how hard Jimin tries, he has never been able to outsmart the intellectuals who were born to change the world with their IQ's alone.
Competition is way too fierce.
No, Jimin thinks. Competition is deadly.
And it is. Student suicides, school shooting threats (from the students), student protests... Teenagers crack under pressure. But what can Jimin do about it? The system's shitty, yes, but he has no choice but to follow it, or else the promise of a stable future goes down the drain and into the sewer. For that exact reason, Jimin studies like there's no tomorrow every day.
Wake up. Go to school. Eat. Study. Sleep (if he's lucky). Wake up (sometimes). And do it all over again.
So fine. Jimin's jealous of Jeon Jungkook. Because he doesn't seem to put in the effort for his perfect grades. And it irks Jimin. But it shouldn't. Jungkook's his friend, so Jimin should be happy for him.
It's hard though when the person you're closest to is so far beyond your league that you begin to think yourself inferior to them.
"Sorry, class!" Jimin's calc teacher huffs as he nearly spills over his coffee while skidding to a stop in front of the classroom door. "We've lost time for the final! Get in your seats, take out a pencil, eraser and graphing calculator! Be ready in your seats so I can pass out the exams!" he orders in a frenzy.
How can you be so irresponsible? Jimin thinks, glaring daggers at the back of his teacher's head.
He's almost blinded by rage until he realizes what he's really here for: to take the test. Right. His stomach flips at the thought. Jimin shoves his notes into his backpack, wincing when he hears some of the papers ripping.
Shit, this is the moment. He's been dreading this exact time for weeks now. Each step into the familiar class makes him feel like he's walking the plank, inching closer and closer to his impending doom.
Shit. Shit. Shit. Jimin feels a migraine creeping in already. I don't know if I can do this.
Next to him, Jungkook is still playing Fortnite. Jimin doesn't know if he should spitefully tell his friend to stop or to let him continue. God, it's not fair.
Jimin's teacher is all over the place, holding his cup of coffee while also carrying dozens of test booklets in the other hand. For a split second, Jimin wishes his teacher would spill his coffee on the tests. Maybe that would delay the final. Maybe Jimin would get his first stroke of good luck in the nearly three years of high school he had already faced.
But luck is not on Jimin's side today. It never was.
The test booklets make it out in perfect condition, and Jimin's slightest bit of hope is crushed when his teacher finally sets down his coffee on his desk.
"Get your tests! Come on, pick them up!" his teacher shrills. Jimin breathes in deeply. At this point, he's just going to accept his fate. He might as well accept a B+ in this class. God, I feel faint.
"Don't write on the test," the teacher continues. "The scratch paper is up here if you need it andâ"
The loud, blaring fire alarm interrupts him. It echoes deafeningly through the class, the raucous noise piercing through Jimin's ears to such an extent that he covers them with his hands. Jimin shakes in his seat, making eye contact with Jungkook.
For once in his life, Jungkook looks confused in a class setting. 'What the fuck??" he mouths aggressively to Jimin.
What the fuck, indeed.
Sometimes, the administration liked to schedule secret fire drills to get the students and staff better prepared in case of a real emergency. But really, during finals week? When students are already nerve-wracked from exam season? God, they had no shame for fuck's sake.
Jimin's teacher sighs, running his fingers through his head of unkempt hair. "All sorts of things happening today," he mutters to himself. "Must be a mistake," he declares with an affirmative nod of the head. "Class, as I was saying beforeâ"
"Holy fuck, the other classes are evacuating!" Jungkook shrieks, pointing out the classroom window. Sure enough, teachers are already herding their students outside to the evacuation areas on the soccer fields. "I don't think this is a drâ"
Before Jungkook finishes his sentence and the teacher disciplines him for his explicit choice of language, the intercom buzzes, momentarily halting the horrendous fire alarm. Everyone freezes and it goes completely silent. So silent that Jimin can hear his own heartbeat.
A loud crackle and another buzz ring from the intercom, then the principal begins to speak in a hurried voice: "This is not a drill. Please proceed to evacuate out of the buildings. Thank you."
The moment he finishes, the intercom crackles again and the fire alarm carries on.
Jimin's anxiety flies to the roof. Not a drill? What could've possibly happened?
His teacher looks almost asâor even moreâshaken as Jimin and he yells panicked directions to the students. "I'll be the last one out! Meet me at our safety corner on the field!"
Jimin quickly finds Jungkook and the two of them walk side by side out of the building. As soon as Jimin can see the sky, he looks up instinctively to check for smoke. But there is none. In fact, the sky looks clearer than normal today.
"Do you even think there's a fire?" Jimin asks his friend. He almost lets out a scoff of disbelief when he sees Jungkook playing his mobile game again.
"No idea," Jungkook replies nonchalantly, jabbing at his screen with his thumb. "Don't think it's anything serious. Probably just a small fire in chem class. Nothing to worry about."
Jimin's still uneasy. "You don't think anyone's hurt, do you?"
At that, Jungkook hums, his forehead creasing slightly as he finally shuts off his phone and pockets it. "There's no ambulance," he points out. Jungkook turns to Jimin fully, grinning at him to Jimin's shock. "Loosen up, Jimin. This is junior year. We might have a chance at canceled finals because of this real evacuation! Now isn't that nice?"
"I guess..." Jimin mumbles. But I need the final to raise my grade...
It's strange to see his peers smiling and laughing as they walk side by side with their friends. It's almost as if the fire alarm isn't threateningly blaring in the background. Do none of them care that this could be a serious matter??
"By the looks of it, we're definitely going to skip the calc final today!" Jungkook shouts victoriously, pumping his fist in the air. "No more fucking math!"
"True..." Jimin admits nervously. "But he might have to take the final after school..." He's almost too embarrassed to say that he needs this final to raise his grade.
Jungkook snorts. "Welton's not allowed to keep us after school with such short notice," he says. "If things go right, we might not have finals for the rest of the day."
When Jungkook puts it that way, the thought sounds heavenly.
"Yo! Bros!" a familiar voice calls, breaking Jimin from his reverie. "Y'all okay? We could've literally died!"
It's Taehyung, Jimin's other friend. The only guy in the whole school who's unafraid to use the word 'y'all' and be judged for it.
"Man, I heard the girl's locker room caught on fire!" Taehyung announces.
Jungkook cocks an eyebrow. "Unless you were in there, how would you know?" he teases.
Jimin laughs as Taehyung huffs disapprovingly. "Some girls told me. I would never sneak in there," he pouts, crossing his arms.
"Really?" Jimin says. "How would the fire have started in there, though?"
"Oh, you'd be surprised to see what goes down in the girl's locker room," Jungkook says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"What went down so hard to cause a fire??" Jimin asks.
"Nah, don't believe him, Minnie," Taehyung laughs. "Jungkook probably sneaks in there from time to time to be a little perv."
Jungkook shrugs, unfazed by the accusation. He even plays along with it. "Well, I need something interesting to do in my high school career."
At that, Jimin and Taehyung shoot each other a look. Them and a majority of the students at Welton don't have enough hours in the day to study, let alone to seek for 'something interesting to do' in their high school careers. It's so like Jeon Jungkook, the genius, to say shit like this.
"Whatever, y'all," Taehyung says. "I don't even care what happened. We're still alive, you know? I'm just glad I'm missing out on that stupid physics final."
"Lucky," Jimin says. "I'm supposed to take that shit tomorrow."
"Uh, yeah, if there even is a tomorrow," Jungkook says, scrolling through his phone. Jimin thinks he's playing some mobile game again, but he soon realizes he's reading something. "It's not a fire in the girl's locker room after all..."
The three boys immediately stop walking, Taehyung and Jimin looking over Jungkook's shoulder to read what was on his screen. It's an email sent from the principal to all attending students and their guardians:
Dear Welton Community,
Today at approximately 12:48 pm, an unidentified caller phoned in a bomb threat to Welton High School. The caller stated seven pipe bombs had been planted on campus and were going to detonate in 25 minutes. The Police Department was called and immediately responded. Along with them, the School Administration decided to evacuate all buildings and bomb-sniffing dogs were called to search the entire school. When they have completed their search, I will send out another message to our community with the all-clear.
Thank you.
Bombs. Bombs?!?! Jimin panics again. Actual bombs! Seven pipe bombs could do serious damageâmaybe even decimate half of the population of Welton High. What if they go off? Will this really be the end?
"Well, that explains the excessive amount of helicopters flying above us," Jungkook says, shrugging.
Before Jimin can shoot his friend a look of utter incredulity, he hears the sharp voice of his calc teacher. "Jimin! Jungkook! What are you doing out of line? I'm taking roll!"
"The Grinch is calling," Jungkook snickers. "We'll see you later," he tells Taehyung who salutes the two of you.
"See you guys," Taehyung says before sauntering off to his physics class.
"Text us!" Jimin calls.
Taehyung doesn't turn around but gives two big thumbs up indicating that he had heard Jimin.
Quickly, Jimin and Jungkook get in line while their dratted teacher takes roll. Once they see that their teacher isn't eagle-eyeing them, they slip out their phones, opening their group chat with Taehyung. It looks like Taehyung had already sent them multiple texts. All cries of pity.
Group: dead men + kook
[half-dead cowboy]: y'alls
[half-dead cowboy]: literally save me
[half-dead cowboy]: idk anyone in this class
[half-dead cowboy]: keep me entertained
[half-dead cowboy]: don't leave me hanging
[half-dead cowboy]: guyds
[half-dead cowboy]: guys*
[nO yOu]: serves u right for deciding to take physics ii lmfaoo
[half-dead cowboy]: shut up kook
[half-dead cowboy]: where's my boi minnie when i need him
[lil dead man]: Shit Tae I keep forgetting to tell you not to call me that
[half-dead cowboy]: you know why?
[half-dead cowboy]: because you not-so-secretly lobr it
[half-dead cowboy]: ugh
[half-dead cowboy]: love*
[nO yOu]: how did u even get in welton tae lmfao u can't even spell
[half-dead cowboy]: no
[half-dead cowboy]: i can SPELL i can't TYPE
[half-dead cowboy]: there's a difference you jerky
[half-dead cowboy]: ARE YOU KIDDING ME
[half-dead cowboy]: jerk********
[lil dead man]: AHAHAHAHAHAHAH
[nO yOu]: i feel quite honored to b called a jerky
[half-dead cowboy]: stfu
[nO yOu]: no for real bro
[nO yOu]: thank you
[lil dead man]: Back at it again with the sarcasm Kook
[lil dead man]: Anyways what's the girl's locker room like ( ͥ° ÍÊ ÍĄÂ°)
[half-dead cowboy]: not the lenny face
[half-dead cowboy]: please no
[nO yOu]: nO yOu
[lil dead man]: How long have you been waiting to say that
[nO yOu]: months
[nO yOu]: thanks for noticing. u my man
[nO yOu]: also if tae won't say anything bout the girl's locker room i will
[lil dead man]: What the fuck bro I thought you were joking when you say you knew the shit that went down????
[nO yOu]: lmfao i'm still jokin chillax minnie
[half-dead cowboy]: i hate you guys :((((((
[nO yOu]: damn that frowny face has 6 chins holy mothatruckafucka
[half-dead cowboy]: :(
[lil dead man]: That's more like it!!
[half-dead cowboy]: hold up hold up
[half-dead cowboy]: oh shoot y'all hearing this?
[nO yOu]: no?? we're texting? wE hAvE nO vOicE
[half-dead cowboy]: no you illiterate f*cks they just cleared the school the bomb threat as phony
[lil dead man]: Whew
[lil dead man]: I'm happy I won't blow up into smithereens but also pissed off as fuck that we'll have to live to take finals??
[nO yOu]: agreed, minnie
[nO yOu]: k but more importantly
[nO yOu]: tae did you just censor out a fucking cuss word
[half-dead cowboy]: i'm trying not to cuss as much anymore if you haven't noticed. but y'all make it f*cking hard. f*ck
[lil dead man]: We'Re sOrRy wE'Re bAd iNflUenCe
[half-dead cowboy]: :(((((((((((((((
[nO yOu]: 15 chins lets git itttt
[half-dead cowboy]: F*CK Y'ALL
It feels strange. The shortened school day had been so eventful... but also uneventful? Sure, there was a bomb threat, but it had been fake. Jimin thought a full-on Hollywood action scene would've commenced after the bombs detonated, but the bombs were never there in the first place. There weren't any finals either. All of them had been rescheduled to take next week, which was good news for most students.
It wasn't just good news, too. It was great news. Superb news. The best news students have gotten since they began attending Welton High School. Now, students are thanking the bomb threat for its rather impeccable timing. Some are even pissed that it hadn't happened earlier (so more finals could have been missed).
"We need to celebrate this once in a lifetime opportunity!" Taehyung announces as soon as the three boys are reunited. "It's not every day that a bomb threat cancels your finals!"
"We deserve a break, anyways," Jimin says. "I'm down. Kook?"
"Mm..." Jungkook makes an unintelligible sound at the back of his throat as he pauses his video game with the tap of his finger. "Sorry guys. Can't. Have to go somewhere."
"You?" Taehyung gasps dramatically. "Have plans?"
"And without us?" Jimin says, feigning a hurt expression. "Are you ditching us?"
Jungkook rolls his eyes. "No. I'm just... busy."
"Ha! Busy," Taehyung snorts. "Yeah, busy with that little sophomore girl you've beenâcoughâseeing."
"What the fuck," Jungkook scoffs. "How do you know about that?"
Taehyung opts not to answer the question, instead, he giggles. "It's a date, isn't it?" he sings.
Jungkook puffs out his cheeks in annoyance. "Fine," he says, slipping his phone inside his back pocket. "It's a date."
"Oh, we are so following you," Taehyung says.
"Don't you darâ"
"No, we're following you," Jimin grins.
"No, I swear to fucking gâ"
Jimin and Taehyung are following Jungkook. The boy's surprisingly agile as he zig-zags around stumpy trees, tall bushes and overflowing trash cans. Sometimes, he quickly looks behind him as if to see if someone was trailing his back. Every time, Jimin's heart sinks with the fear of being caught, but Taehyung seems to love the thrill of the adrenaline rush.
At this rate, Jimin feels like an outlaw. But he's only just chasing his rather suspicious-looking friend. Or maybe he really wanted his relationship with the sophomore girl as a secret?
Or maybe there was no sophomore girl in the picture at all. Jimin's not too sure.
"It's as if he doesn't want anyone to know he's dating a teeny weeny 10th grader," Taehyung whispers, a mischievous grin stuck on his lips.
Yeah. If the girl exists. But Jimin doesn't say that. "I wonder who she is," he whispers back. "I mean, who on earth is worthy of dating our Kook?"
"My expectations for this girl are high," Taehyung snorts. "She better be the most intelligent girl I've everâwait, what the fucK??"
The latter is more of a reaction. Taehyung grabs Jimin's arm, pulling him to take refuge behind a particularly bushy bush. He points at a rather unsettling scene unfolding before them.
Through the leaves of the shrub, Jimin can make out Jungkook, all right. There's also a girlâwho might be a sophomore, standing confidently on a tree stump. Jimin doesn't even know if you go to Welton. But what makes the whole situation peculiar is that there are othersâincluding Jungkookâgathered in this little half-forest clearing. And they're gathered around the tree stump in which the girl is standing on.
Jimin tries to make a rough estimate of the number of peopleâseemingly students because they're all wearing backpacksâ in his head. Twelve? Maybe fifteen students? He's confused, furrowing his brows as he squints at them through the bush. "What's this shit for?" he whispers to Taehyung who looks equally confused.
"No idea," Taehyung mutters. "Looks like a cult," he snorts. "But it could be a stupid Fortnite club for all I know."
"I doubt that a club would meet at such a sketchy place," Jimin murmurs to himself.
There is something definitely fishy going on here...
Jungkook blends in way too easily in the crowd of supposed students. The only person that stands out is the girl. The one on the tree stump. She stands casually, favoring her left leg. She's petite, but her posture and stance emit an aura of valiance and authority. Her eyes seem to sparkle with determination and her lips are curled up in a happy smile. A... victorious smile.
"That's her!" Taehyung whispers aggressively. "The girl I've seen our Kook with! The little sophomore!"
Ah... She's a sophomore... Jimin nods, cocking his head as his eyes scan the group of students to see if he recognized anyone other than Jungkook. He sees a few seniors (that he can't quite remember the name of) and finds it weird that they're huddled below the sophomore girl as if waiting for her command.
Whoever she is, she's the leader. The president, maybe? Of whatever club this was? If it even was a club, that is.
Jimin's thoughts are proven when the girl clasps her hands together, taking a deep breath before bellowing out a "Thank you for coming!" She offers a friendly wave to everyone looking up to her (literally) in awe.
Jimin has never seen the genius himself, Jeon Jungkook, respecting an underclassman before. Even the seniors in the crowd look at the girl approvingly. As if she were a queen and not just the president of a small club.
The girl speaks again in her light, lilted voice, turning to a lanky boy with unkempt blonde hair covering his eyes. "Yoongs! Attendance, please?"
"Perfect attendance, Y/N!" the boy deemed as Yoongs reports back to the girl. He winks. And sheâY/Nâblushes.
Jimin frowns. What was going on???
You giggle, looking fondly at Yoongs before returning your attention to the rest of the crowd. "So, our experiment worked as expected," you say, shrugging rather casually. "I did feel bad for wasting people's time..." you trail off, unsure.
Experiment? Jimin feels chills run down his spine when he realizes you probably mean the bomb threat.
"It was worth it, babe!" Yoongs calls from the group.
You smile. "It's always worth it," you reply. "I'll make today's meeting short for those of you working on college apps and the others of you participating in competitions."
You're so casual in the way you speakâas if the people you were looking over were your friends. But you're also entrancing. As if everyone else has to be silent to hear what great words you have to say. And apparently, you have a lot on your mind to share.
"As I always say," you start, "never waste your time on your grades. They don't define you. Nor will they shed a light on the person you are inside. Nevertheless, everyone here should have straight A's..." you smile, looking over at Yoongs. "A round of applause for Yoongi's excellent coding skills for which we would've never been able to pull this off without them!"
The crowd erupts in enthusiastic applause, leaving Yoongi beaming from his proud accomplishments.
You wait for the crowd to simmer down before speaking again. "We tricked and cheated the system," you admit. "You might have doubts about that. Morality and integrity may play into your thoughts. But," you take a dramatic pause, "how moral are grades, really? They're tools for adults, which is as far as it goes. Teachers corrupt the system, watch silently as all hell breaks loose from the intense student competition... They make it a game. They know you'll do anything to get the letter grade you want," you take a painful breath. "We're only fighting against something that is as equally as or more morally ambiguous. The world cares about you as a human. They won't care about a robot that spits out impeccable grades but has no soul, no passion, no life. They want you at your bestâwhat you can do that will benefit others. We don't need to take part in something as trivial as our high school grades, do we?" you smile as the students around you cheer.
"Of course... college is a different story. Depending on the college you go, that is..." you trail off. "When you start to learn about things that you have a genuine interest in, that's when grades might matter. But for now, struggling this hard on obscure subjects that you'll never touch again after graduating from Welton? I say it's a good thing we're cheating the system. How great was the system anyway to have contributed to three student suicides in the last two years?"
There's a collective murmur as students nod their heads.
"A moment of silence for Heegyung, Bonsoo and Chaewoon, please," you say, voice barely above a whisper but everyone hears what you say and they all bow their heads down to obey. You, yourself, close your eyes. Your face is etched with pain and actual remorse, which makes Jimin feel a little guilty he wasn't truly mourning the students' deaths.
After a few minutes pass, you clear your throat, blinking your eyes open and waiting for the other students to look up at you again. "Ah, yes," you say. "Thank you for the short mourning period we were able to squeeze into this meeting... But now to get to the purpose of this gathering," you pause for a split second before continuing again. "The finals you will have to take next week shouldn't be as stressful as other school days. Apply our methods and you'll be fine. If you need extra help, text me as soon as possible." You pause again, but this time, it wasn't to gather your thoughts, it was to shift the mood of your speech. A bright grin settles on your face.
"Now, for the moment we've all been waiting for!" you exclaim. "Let's give a special round of applause for Jeon Jungkook and Min Yoongi for their collaboration on this excellent evacuation plan!"
The crowd does more than applaud. Students whoop, yell and chant their names. But Jimin's not in a celebratory mood.
Jungkook did what?? Jimin shoots Taehyung a panicked look. It was one thing to realize that this group of students probably somehow organized the bomb threat, but it was another thing to realize that Jungkook was a large part of it.
"It was extremely difficult to create an automated call that couldn't be tracedâ" you begin.
"Eh, it wasn't that bad," Yoongi shrugs nonchalantly. "Child's play."
You laugh, eyes twinkling as your turn to Yoongi. "Well, thank you," you say. "Ah, and as for Jungkook, thank you for volunteering to use your voice to record the bomb threat. It must've been so nerve-wracking."
Jungkook snorts, shaking his head. "All I really did was speak into a mic. And we totally distorted my voice. Severely fucked up the frequencies and all that."
Jimin's blood runs cold. He looks over at Taehyung with his eyes wide. His friend isn't faring any better with his jaw clenched and fists tightened.
"It took an immense amount of courage to sacrifice your voice for an experiment like this," you say, smiling down at the older boy. "Oh, yeah! How's your album going, by the way?"
Jungkook beams. "It's going great!" he says happily. "I've been having so much fuckin' time to work on it that the whole process has just been insanely smooth."
"Love that!" you say. "Productivity at its finest, right?"
Everyone nods eagerly.
"Well!" you sigh, placing both of your hands on your hips. "The meeting's officially over, now! Please text me your work progresses, guys. They're due before midnight. Thank you so much for coming!"
"Thank you for hosting it, babe!" Yoongi says, rushing over to help you off of the tree stump by offering his hand. You take it gladly, stepping back on the dirt ground.
You start waving at the students who begin to file out of the meeting place. When Jimin sees them start to move towards him and Taehyung, he grabs his friend's arm. "Shit, Tae, we've got toâ"
"Hey, Jungkook?" you call. The boy turns around, looking at you expectantly. "Can you please tell your two friends that hiding behind a bush is quite ineffective?" You giggle when Jimin falls to the ground in shock. "Park Jimin and Kim Taehyung, was it?"
Jimin's in shell-shock, unable to move or dust off his pants. How the fuck did youâ
"You can come out of hiding, you know," you reassure them with such a honey-like quality to your voice that it's almost impossible to resist. "We don't really bite," you giggle. "But... I mean, Yoongi might," you tease, earning a flirtatious shove from the boy.
At your invitation to quit hiding, Taehyung jumps out from behind the bush, dragging Jimin along with him. "Who the fuck are you and how do you know our names?!" Taehyung roars.
Guess he already gave up his no-cussing streak, Jimin sighs. But he's also glad that he's not the one who has to stand up for both of them.
"Don't be so rude, you ass," Jungkook scoffs. "Motherfucking stalkers. I told you not to follow me."
Stalkers?? We were just looking out for you! Jimin thinks. "We're sorry, Kook," he manages to say. "But you lied to us! And more importantly, you obviously haven't been telling us things."
Jimin's frankly hurt by his friend's lack of honesty, but it seems so that Taehyung is more vocal about it.
"Yeah, Jeon Jungkook, what the fuck?" Taehyung yells. "You're a cheater!" he accuses Jungkook, stepping closer and poking at his chest harshly with his pointer finger. "You're a fake! You're a bomb threatener!!"
"Wait a minute!" you cut in. "Let's not get into accusations like that so early. Jimin, Taehyung, Iâ"
"How do you know our fucking names?!" Taehyung screams. "We don't even know who you are, you cheater!!"
"Watch it," Yoongi says dangerously. He tries to take a step forward, but you stop him, placing a hand on his arm.
"I'm Y/N," you say. "We're all students of Welton, so there's no reason for the animosity. Besides, I memorized the yearbook." You shrug, but you gesture apologetically to Jimin and Taehyung. "I'm very sorry, but I didn't invite you two to join our little group for a major reason. Of course..." you trail off. "Now you have to join... For safety reasons."
"Little group?" Taehyung snorts. "Where did the specificity go?"
"Hmm," you hum. "What do you think about a school revolt?"
Jimin does not like the idea of a school revolt at all. It sounds stupid. Students would never be able to pull it off. Even Taehyung, who's usually more open-minded than Jimin, seems skeptical.
You ask Jimin and Taehyung to meet up in Panera, later that day with Jungkook, to discuss the specifics. By the time Jimin and Taehyung get there, you and Jungkook have already saved a corner spot in the cafe.
Jungkook's eating pieces of sourdough bread while you sip your frozen lemonade. It looks to Jimin and you and Jungkook are getting along as both of you gesture wildly as you speak. You even let out a large laugh after Jungkook says something funny.
Jimin feels weird interrupting the already happy conversation, but Taehyung seems to have no problem. Taehyung slides into the seat next to Jungkook, leaving Jimin to sit with you. Â Jimin suddenly feels very self-conscious about himself.
"Glad you two could make it!" you chirp, setting down your frozen lemonade. "Want anything to eat or drink? They have hibiscus lemonade here and it's literally amazing!"
"I'd rather you cut to the chase," Taehyung says, frowning as he folds his arms.
Jimin agrees with a short nod.
"Oh," you say, "sure!"
"You said something about a school revolt," Taehyung says. "Explain."
"God, would it kill you to say please?" Jungkook rolls his eyes. "She's doing you guys a fucking favor. Man, if Yoongi was here, he'd whoop your asses."
"It's fine, Jungkook," you say. "I get how confusing this can be... Our little group has one goal," you start. "I want to help struggling students. You know what Welton is... Ruthless competition. Kids cramming without actually understanding the material. Rote memorization... Wasting time by doing four pages worth of math homework every night... Way too specific reading quizzes that have nothing to do with the storyline of the novels..."
The more you talk, the more Jimin begins to relate.
"It's horrible," you sigh. "That they're making us become a servant to the school. They use the students to boost the credibility of the teachers. They thrive off of our hard work, you know."
"They're bitches," Jungkook snorts. "Never really care for us. Remember Chaewoon? He told his counselor about his suicidal thoughts and she didn't do shit. He might still be alive with us if the counselor cared."
You nod. "Yes, our mental support system at this school amongst the grown-ups is preposterous," you say. "There are too many problems with Welton. And I reach out to deserving students to offer them a solution."
"A solution?" Jimin mutters.
You turn to him, nodding politely. "Yes! A solution. Students have dreams, Jimin. Taehyung, don't you ever wish you could be putting in your time somewhere else instead of studying for a subject you don't care about?"
Taehyung nods. "Who doesn't wish that around here?"
"Exactly," you say. "I'm offering you, Tae, and Jimin a great chance to follow your dreams. High school is when you feel the spark growing inside you. The spark is an extracurricular or a hobby of some sort that you've always loved with your whole heart. You probably had to sacrifice a lot to join Welton's elite debate team, right Taehyung?"
"Never even liked debate that much," he answers. "I had to quit theater for that shit."
"And you couldn't do both because...?" you say.
"Because the debate coach told me theater would interfere with the debate practice schedules," Taehyung says. "And he said that debate is much more intellectual than theater. He said that I won't be able to balance my studies with both debate and theater."
"Exactly," you say. "It's utter bs, don't you think? Why do we have to sacrifice our hobbies, our passionate dreams to do what some adult tells us to do? You do realize that they put down the arts because they want their smartest students participating in their intellectual or STEM-related activities? The more intelligent students that are in these activities, the higher the school rating skyrockets. It's purely selfish reasons."
"That is utter bullshit," Taehyung scoffs. "You're right. That is pretty fucking selfish."
"Right," you say. "I want to teach you, Tae," you say, looking the boy dead in his eyes. "I'll take care of your grades. I'll teach you the best ways to get away with outsmarting the teacher. I'll plan class distractionsâlike todayâand if things still don't go well, my boyfriendâyou met Yoongi today, right?âcan make a last-ditch effort to hack into the grades system and work his magic. You'll have extra time to do theaterâat school and at other professional intern sites. How does that sound?"
"Fuck," Taehyung curses. "That sounds fucking great when you put it that way."
Jimin's not so sure. "What if someone snitches?"
You laugh. "Oh, they wouldn't," you say. "I have eyes and ears everywhere."
"She does," Jungkook says. "There's no one she doesn't know. C'mon she's the first sophomore Editor-in-Chief of the school newspaper. You'll be safe if you join."
"You're juniors as well," you say. "There's a lot of pressure to do perfectly in school now. And you'll be in college before you know it. I reckon that you want to know your ride-or-die interest before you attend university."
Jimin looks down at his hands. This is wrong, he tells himself. But it'll do so much good. Not moral good, of course. But still.
Taehyung already seems sold on the idea, a fast grin spreading across his face as he nods his head enthusiastically.
You notice Jimin's skeptical look. "Hey, I'm gonna run to the bathroom," you say. Jimin gets out of the seat to let you through, and as soon as you're out of sight, he collapses on the seat and groans.
"Great, she's fucking gone," Jimin says. "Tae, you can't possibly think this is a good idea."
"What do you mean? It's a fucking fantastic idea!" Taehyung says. "Dude, don't you understand? I'll get to do what I love without sacrificing my grades! Once in a lifetime opportunity, bro."
Jungkook snorts. "Yeah, well, I have my music and you have your acting shit, Taehyung, but Jimin doesn't know anything other than the pages of a stupid fucking textbook."
It hurts because it's brutally true. Jimin bites his lip and shakes his head.
"Fifteen people is awfully small for a cult," Jimin grumbles.
"It is not a cult," Jungkook argues, crossing his arms over his chest. "And no one knows how many students are actually involved except for Y/N. She figured it'll be safer that way."
"Bro, I'm in," Taehyung says. "I was in like seven minutes ago."
"Good choice, man," Jungkook says, slapping Taehyung's back approvingly. "And honestly? Jimin? You don't exactly have a choice. You have to join."
Jimin scoffs. "Why?"
"Because you know this group exists and it's likely you'd snitch on us if you don't get anything out of it," Jungkook says, raising an eyebrow at his friend. "Y/N's being really generous with you right now. You're basically going to freeload."
"Freeload?" Jimin says, glaring at the man with intense ferocity. "I didn't ask for any of this!"
"Hey, it's okay!" Taehyung says. "You can just find some hobby or something. So you're still following protocol."
"Um, easier said than done," Jimin mutters.
It's silent after that as Jimin sulks in his seat and Jungkook and Taehyung awkwardly watch him do so. You come back from the "bathroom" (you were gone for much longer, so Jimin suspects you were just giving them time to discuss) only to see the three boys sitting in complete silence.
You cock your head. "Everything all right?"
"Yeah, yeah!" Taehyung says. "It's final. Jimin and I are joining!"
"Great!" you say, smiling as you clasp your hands together. "Oh, you'll have to get started on your theater process right away," you tell Taehyung. "And Jimin, it's fine that you don't know what you like now. You can hang tight until you find something, all right?"
Jimin lets out a grumbling, "Yeah, sure."
"It's set, then!" you say, sipping your not-so-frozen lemonade drink. "Thank you, Jungkook. I owe you."
"No, it's fine, really," Jungkook laughs, shaking his head. "Just doing my job."
You smile at him fondly before turning to Jimin and Taehyung. "I'll text you the details pertaining to each of you, okay?" You glance down at your watch and gasp. "Oh, shoot, I'm late for my date! Um, I'll see you three at our next meeting? Or at school. Bye, guys!!" With that, you grab your drink and practically fly out of Panera, never looking back once.
Jimin and Taehyung are a bit dumbfounded.
"I gotta go work on producing my album," Jungkook says. "See you guys, too?"
"Yeah, duh," Taehyung grins as Jungkook slides out of the seat. "You basically saved our lives."
Jungkook snorts. "Sorry I didn't say anything about it earlier, by the way," he says. "We're not allowed to talk about it to anyone. Mostly because we don't really know who's involved."
"Nah, it's fine, man," Taehyung says, shaking his head. "At least we know now, right?"
Jimin stays quiet.
"Well, see you," Jungkook sighs as he glances at Jimin but doesn't say anything further. He leaves quickly.
"God, Jimin, he's your friend," Taehyung says as soon as Jungkook turns a corner and is no longer in view. "You shouldn't be that cold."
"Oh, really?" Jimin says. "He was living lavishly all this time and didn't bother saying anything!"
"He just said he didn't have a choice, Jimin!"
"God!" Jimin says, running his hand through his hair. "Now how are we any different from the motherfucking cheaters out there?"
Taehyung frowns. "I don't mind cheating. Y/N didn't even call it cheating. She called it 'outsmarting the teachers.' And besides, we have a reason for it too."
Jimin shrugs. "Yeah, whatever..."
"You'll come around," Taehyung smiles, shaking his head. "But what the heck do you think Jungkook meant by saying no one knows who's in the group??"
"No idea."
But it soon becomes quite obvious when Jungkook escorts Jimin and Taehyung to their first official meeting. Jimin and Taehyung gape as they realize no one they saw last time was here. You must hold several of the same meetings. All with different people.
Now it's for sure that nobody knows how many people are in the goddamn cult except for you. It dawns on Jimin that he's getting himself into something much, much larger than he had previously believed.
You've created quite an advanced system. So advanced that it took Jimin a while to get used to. It was a cheating plot so elaborate and well-planned that it almost didn't feel like cheating. Instead, it was like embarking on an evil heist in the adult world.
You had a master plan behind every single class in Welton. Jungkook said you harbored hundreds of paper documents (not digital, or they could be hacked) that had information about every teacher, every subject in the school. From there, you would investigate each subject and find the students who were genuinely interested in pursuing it in the futureâthe experts. Those students would then be in charge of making and organizing all of the class lecture notes; it would be their responsibility to fully learn the material and redistribute it to the other students who, more or less, didn't give two fucks about the class.
Homework was rotated amongst the "expert" students, and they'd send the other students the answers. (But, of course, there were always different versions of the homework so teachers would never suspect.)
Tests weren't a problem either. Somehow, you'd get a copy of every test or quiz before the exam date and distribute it to the experts. In a day's time, the rest of the students would obtain the answers (and work, if it was a math-based test). But to ensure that not everyone got the same exact score, you'd implemented quite a simple but complex system.
Test grades were higher for experts (especially experts who were able to make large progress on their personal projects). From there, the non-expert students were given scores solely based on how well they have updated their progress to you, and how much they have advanced in their extracurriculars.
The hardest questions on every exam were hand-picked by the experts themselves. And only the experts were allowed to answer the question correctly.
Essays were different. Not everyone read the given book, but the experts would always be ready for all kinds of topicsâthe holy grail was definitely the database of all past Welton essays that you handled yourself.
In that way, you had every single class in the whole school covered for the students in your group. (Which was ultimately a huge bummer for the students who had no idea of the behind-the-scenes 'outsmarting' that was going on.)
Jimin thinks the system is good. Could be better, but it works.
He's just pissed that he never has any progress to report back to you, so he always ends up scoring a high B on exams. It happens to be a pretty good deal, though, factoring in the fact that he didn't study for them. Scoring B+'s on exams was enough to keep his grades at an A.
But sometimes, it just feels wrong. Especially on his physics tests (where the class average is 60%, but he ends up with a raw score of 88% without having to put in the minimal effort). No matter how many times you call the action 'outsmarting the teachers,' Jimin thinks he's just plain cheating.
He's been wanting to report it for a while... Just because the little angel sitting by his shoulder is telling him that this is unfair to all the other students who were truly trying but weren't even getting close to the scores that Jimin was getting just by copying others' answers. Jimin remembers when he had been in that unfortunate position. When he'd watched students do suspiciously well on certain subjects while having time to do other activities, while he, himself, had to study for eight hours straight to get a C on the test.
But Jimin's not part of that unfortunate group of students. He's now pretty damn fortunate.
And he can't stay fortunate if he reports the cheating. Jimin's desperate. He's desperate to obtain decent grades without spilling countless tears and studying from early morning to the next morning after. It's the only reason that he hasn't reported your little group yet.
Besides, Taehyung is seemingly adapting better to this non-student-like lifestyle. He's already joined two theater productions and is applying to work as extras in films and such. And Jungkook's been continuing to work on his album too.
Jimin's friends seem to love being a part of the group.
Maybe Jimin's just salty because he hasn't found his passion yet. Though he doesn't know everyone in your little school cult, it seems like everyone involved in it has a passion, a dream they want to reach for, except for him.
A part of him wants to find a hobby just to say he has one when someone asks. But another, larger, part of him wants a hobby because of greed. Finding a passion and pursuing it meant Jimin would get a higher chance of getting better test grades for texting you about his progress. But Jimin can't just latch on to any existing hobby... He needs some advice.
Well, you'd told him that he should come to you if he needed advice... It's weird to think that he, a junior, has to ask advice from a sophomore. But maybe he's that desperate.
You're usually in your own little private newspaper office (as the Editor-in-Chief). So Jimin decides to give you a visit. But when he walks into the room after school, he sees you comforting a crying girl. Whether she's part of the cult is unclear, but Jimin immediately discerns her as one of those band girlsâwith frizzy hair, leggings and a boxy t-shirt. The girl's crying so hysterically that Jimin feels uncomfortable intruding. He leaves without another look.
Crying girls are not a good sign; he'll just come back tomorrow.
When tomorrow comes and Jimin walks into your private newspaper room, there is no crying girl to his relief. You're on your computer, probably reading or editing some student-written articles. Jimin feels awkward disrupting you being so focused on your work, but the longer time he spends just waiting for you to finish, the more time he wastes.
So: "Um, hi... Uh, Y/N?" Jimin says. He grabs a chair and pulls it up next to you.
"Oh! Jimin!" you greet him, turning from your computer to face the boy in front of you.
"I came yesterday," Jimin says, shrugging, "but you were busy with someone else... I came back today."
"Ah, you mean Chunseo," you say, nodding. "She was having a hard time yesterday."
Jimin's silent, waiting for you to elaborate, but you don't. It becomes quite clear to him that you don't like to talk about others behind their backs.
"So, what are you here for today?" you chirp. "Advice? Questions? I know everything must be new to you, so I just hope you feel comfortable with the whole system."
"Oh, uh..." Jimin would like to tell you that you're doing a great job and that everything's going fucking great, but that's unfortunately not what comes out of his mouth. "I still don't know what to pursue. I mean, I have so much extra time on my hands now, but I'm just spending it on my phone. My friends have been advancing in their passions, but I have nothing... I was just wondering if you could um, help me? Help me find a passion, maybe? I don't know."
"Hm," you say, looking thoughtfully at Jimin. "I can definitely help you with that..." you trail off, looking Jimin up and down and cocking your head. Jimin thinks you're analyzing himânot just his physical qualities but his personality as well. He feels almost vulnerable under your gaze.
"Have you ever had any hobbies, Jimin?" you ask him.
"That's the thing," he sighs. "No, I haven't."
He looks so miserable that you have to place a comforting hand on his arm. "Hey, it'll be fine, Jimin," you say. "I'm sure it'll come to you one day. A hobby isn't something you should necessarily force out of yourself. When you feel a connection with an activityâwhen you aren't exactly looking for oneâthen that meets you've found your hobby. And if you really love this hobby, then it can grow to be your passion. You just need to be patient. Don't worry," you smile, "you'll find something."
Jimin glances at your hand on his arm and then glances up at your face. God, you have a way with words. He feels much better, even though you didn't exactly offer him a cut-out solution.
"Thanks," he says. "I needed that."
"No problem, Jimin," you beam. "I know not having a personal project to work on leaves you with the lower grades, but you're probably only at the A- ranges, right? That's not too bad," you say. "Hm, how about this?"
Oh? It looks like you're going to offer him a plan. So Jimin scoots closer to you on his chair and listens intently for your next words.
"You're a junior, and before you know it, you'll have to write your college apps. Maybe instead of spending time on your phone, you can start with your college essays now? Is that all right to suggest?" you say, cautiously. "It never hurts to get a head start, you know."
You're right. Jimin should probably be productive, just like everyone else in the group. "Yeah," he says. "That's a good idea, actually."
"Great!" you say, clasping your hands together. "And I really appreciate you coming here to tell me the truth. You'd be surprised that a lot of others don't do the same as you."
"Oh..."
"Yeah," you giggle. "Hey, what about this? We'll compromise. I'll ask my boyfriend to change something for you as a thanks from me to you for being open and honest."
"Really??" Jimin says, his eyes growing wide and a small smile appearing on his face. "Thank you!"
You shake your head. "No problem, Jimin. Good luck on your college apps!" you call to him as he leaves the room.
"Thanks!"
Wow.
Jimin's heard a lot of great things about you from his friends, but now he realizes they really weren't kidding. You're a leader, all right. But a balanced one too.
Not only did you offer him emotional support with your words of affirmation but also you showed him a solutionâat least a temporary solution to his problem. And you're also incredibly generous as well.
Hm. Now Jimin can't possibly think to report your little cult. Of course, it's still half wrong, what you're doing... But after talking to you, after receiving your feedback and help, there's no way Jimin would be able to double-cross you. As weird as it sounds, you kind of have a nice smile, and he doesn't want to cause you stress or grievances that you're actively trying to avoid with your group. In other words, he doesn't want to be the cause of your frowning.
Jimin's never seen you frown before, but he doesn't exactly want to see it in the future.
"Damn, I was such a bad procrastinator before joining the student group! The study group? The group? I don't even know what to call it," Taehyung laughs. He takes a large gulp of his boba drink and continues, "I feel like being a part of this community is improving my lifestyle. Like seriously, though. I haven't had a normal or healthy lifestyle since eighth grade!"
Jungkook nods vigorously. "Dude, I know! I've never been this productive before I met Y/N! Doesn't it feel so nice to be able to dedicate time to your strongest fucking passions?"
"Duh!" Taehyung says. "Man, what if this makes me peak in happiness in high school?"
Jungkook throws his head back to laugh, but Jimin doesn't find it so amusing.
Instead, he feels a bit left out. While his friends were diving deep into their passions, Jimin had yet to find a hobby. "Why doesn't the group have a name, anyway?" he asks. "Seems kind of inconvenient."
Jungkook wiggles his eyebrows at Jimin teasingly. "Because..." he trails off spookily. "A name can always be traced back to the source. Haven't you thought of that?"
"Apparently Y/N did," Taehyung snorts. "Sometimes I wonder how she's so big-brained. God has favorites, I'm telling you."
"She's a fucking legend," Jungkook says. "I would worship her if I wasn't so stubborn about holding onto my dignity."
Jimin laughs, nearly choking on a tapioca pearl doing so. "Too bad she has a boyfriend, huh?" he jokes. "Jungkook sounds like he'd totally hit her up."
"I do not!"
"Sure, bro," Taehyung snickers. "When you talk to her, your pupils dilate."
"They fucking don't!" Jungkook says. "I have my interests elsewhere. Thank you very much!"
"Another girl?" Jimin gasps, placing a hand to his chest in shock. "Who?"
"Not a fucking girl, you bimbo," Jungkook says exasperatedly. "My music! I have interests in music. You guys fucking suck."
Jimin and Taehyung spiral into a fit of laughter. And the teasing and back-and-forth passive-aggressive remarks continued until the boba cups were empty and the three friends realized they talked up enough of a storm.
It used to be rare to meet up like thisâbecause Jimin and Taehyung would always be overwhelmed in schoolworkâbut now that their academic life was taken care of by you, they've been able to give themselves healthy breaks.
Jimin feels refreshed albeit a bit tired after parting with his two friends. He decides to walk home because his mother would kill him if she had to pick him up from the boba place when he should be studying at home.
The outside air feels nice against his cheeks, and Jimin finds himself becoming much more attentive to his surroundings. Back when he was a full-time serious Welton student, he couldn't ever spare to look at the intricacies of the vicinityâhe always had to jump straight to the point, skipping the little moments to shove his face into his textbooks. It's a nice change.
Jimin notices a whole bunch of stores and studios on his walk home and he takes the time to admire each logo and memorize each name.
Damn. I never even knew some of these places existed...
There's even a dance studio called Hart's Dance Studio that Jimin swears he's never seen. The logo is an eye-catching red with a silhouette of a ballerina jumping over the 'Dance.' Jimin finds himself staring at it. Then, his eyes gravitate to the glass walls where he can see the dancers just... dancing.
And a lot of them are good. Like dancing is as easy as walking to them. But an unmoving figure amongst the active dancers catches Jimin's eyes. When he squints to get a better look, he realizes the stationary figure is you.
You're furiously typing on a laptop, occasionally looking up to watch the dancers once in a while.
What are you doing there? From your skinny jeans and lace top, it doesn't quite look like you're there to dance. Maybe you have a sibling in dance class?
But then again, Jimin remembers that Jungkook had once told him in a hushed whisper that you are definitely an only child... only after you lost your older sister to suicide, that is.
So really, what are you doing there?
Jimin cocks his head at you but realizes how weird it is to stand in front of the studio and stare. So finally, he just walks away.
But you're quite the mysterious figure. You're the exact type of person who makes others want to get to know you. You have an open quality where everyone feels welcome to talk to you, but you're also enigmatic, refusing to tell people a lot about yourself. Jimin sometimes even wonders if he's ever seen you at school with the same friend group. It looks like you're always jumping around.
Maybe you don't like to get to know people in a deep way. It's possible that you're a fan of shallow relationships, which there is nothing wrong with, of course. But then again, you have a boyfriend, whom you seem to really like. You're very hard to crack.
And even when winter break comes, Jimin's still been wondering what you've been doing at the dance studio, typing on your laptop. He's run all kinds of scenarios in his head. Maybe your mom works there? Or your friend dances there? But something inside him tells him whatever reasons he came up with are incorrect.
Meanwhile, Jimin's still waiting to find a hobby. He's already been to Taehyung's play and listened to the rough draft of Jungkook's album. But nothing seems to give him the inspiration that he needs.
Jimin just decides to go on a walk. The cold winter air nips at his skin, so he tightens his coat around himself, breathing steadily as he looks around at his surroundings. It's then when he finds himself stopped in front of Hart's Dance Studio.
He walks a bit closer to get a better look into the glass windows. And he smiles when he sees you. There is no one else around you, but you don't seem to mind. This time, however, you're not vigorously typing on your keyboard. You're... dancing.
Jimin doesn't know what prompted him to enter the dance studio, but the next thing he knows, he's inside.
You don't see him because your eyes are closed. Jimin takes the time to notice that you're wearing a simple black outfit consisting of a tank top and leggings. Your feet are left completely bare.
But the strangest partâyou're not dancing with music. It explains your rather awkward movements. As if you can see yourself dance freely in your head, but you can't quite execute it in reality. Still, no matter how awkward you look, you radiate a majestic aura. So much so that from far away, you could look like a professional dancer.
Jimin doesn't realize he's staring until you startle him.
"Hey! Jimin!" you say. Your eyes are bright and wide open now and you wave at Jimin, motioning him over to you. "Hi!"
"Hi," Jimin agrees as he walks closer to you. "I didn't know you danced. Is that your passion?"
"Oh, god no," you giggle, shaking your head. "God forbid, no. It's for this book I'm writing!"
It finally makes sense. She's part of the school newspaper, and I'd seen her typing on her laptop.
"What kind of book?" Jimin asks curiously as he sits down on one of the metal benches in the dance room.
You take a sip of water from your water bottle before smiling. "It's this fictional book about a broken dancer. I'm an aspiring author! I've really been trying to get into my character and experience dancing so I can write her more realistically!"
"Oh, wow," Jimin laughs. "That's dedication."
"It's what I do to try to get good content," you say. "How's your winter break been going, by the way?"
"Pretty uneventful," Jimin says, leaning back on the bench. "I wrote and rewrote five drafts of my college essays. I don't think writing's my thing."
You laugh. "Well, we can rule that out in the list of possible hobbies you can partake in."
"Yeah," Jimin agrees. "I'm still trying to findâbut not actively look forâa hobby."
"It's hard," you shrug. "You shouldn't stress too much about it, Jimin. I'm telling you, it's gonna come. I can see you be so dedicated. You just have to wait until the time's right."
"Sometimes I feel like my time will never come," Jimin admits. "Taehyung's already been writing, directing and filming his own short film these days and Jungkook's adding four more tracks to his album. I don't know whether I should feel inspired or pressured."
You shake your head. "You need to get out of your competitive mindset, Jimin," you say. "Realize that you should be doing things on your own time. Everyone has different paces, you know. Maybe you should take your mind off of everything you've been thinking of these days. Wanna dance with me?"
Your question catches Jimin off guard. "Sorry, what?"
"Would you like to dance with me?" you repeat, giggling. "Sorry, it was kinda abrupt but my character needs to experience partner dancing and so do I to write that scene. I've already asked Yoongi, but he won't budge! That boy hates dancing! So maybe you can dance with me?"
"Uh," Jimin awkwardly fidgets his fingers. "I've never exactly danced before."
You snort. "Well, honestly me too. I suck. But whatever, you know? We're going to try."
"What kind of dance?" Jimin says. "I think the only dance steps I've ever learned were the square dancing steps from fourth grade."
"We could try waltzing," you say. "It's pretty simple, I think. C'mon!"
You drag Jimin to the dance floor, guiding his right hand to lay on your back and taking his left hand in yours. Jimin feels awkwardly close to you, but when you laugh and joke about how preposterous the two of you must look, he feels a little more comfortable.
"This might end up with me stepping on your feet constantly," you say apologetically, "but I'm trying to capture the feeling of dancing with a partner. So essentially, it's the emotions that count, not the physical steps."
Jimin laughs. "I'll try not to step on your feet."
"No way," you say. "How are you better at this than I am right now? I thought you said you didn't know how to dance!"
"I don't!" Jimin protests.
But something feels right. Something kind of clicks. And the moment Jimin parts from you and rushes home, he watches dance videos online. He finds out that there are many genres, and the ones he finds the most moving are contemporary and lyrical. There has never been something that has enamored him more.
Jimin irrevocably and quite willingly falls into the rabbit hole of dance.
It's been two weeks since Jimin danced a simple waltz with you at Hart's Dance Studio, but the time seems to have flown by too quickly. The next time Jimin passes by the studio, you're still trying to dance. And when he walks in to greet you, he's met by music. You're dancing to music this time!
"Hi, Y/N," Jimin speaks over the music, breaking you from your reverie.
"Oh, gosh! Jimin! Hi!" you say, immediately turning to pause the song. "Long time no see! How's school?"
"Great," he answers. "Um, just thought I would visit the studio. Do you still need a dancing partner?"
You grin. "Well, kind of," you say. "I need to see an amateur dancer do a little improv routine. Do you mind? I tried doing it myself and recording it, but it's just not fun seeing myself be a fool on camera."
Jimin laughs. "I don't mind at all."
You gesture to the dance floor. "It's all yours."
"Thank you."
Jimin stares curiously at the dance floor, the bright lights flooding the whole room. He feels like he's on stage, but he likes that feeling. He closes his eyes and sees the hundreds of dance videos he binge-watched every day for hours. And then he dances.
Somewhere along the way, you turned the music back on, which makes it even easier for Jimin to dance. He moves instinctively, fluidly like he's water. And he stops only when he finds himself out of breath.
Your jaw is dropped open when Jimin opens his eyes.
"Jimin!" you exclaim, hands thrown in the air. "You're a natural! How did you do that? What the heck??"
Jimin shrugs bashfully, shrugging. He doesn't mention the hours and hours of stretching and practicing he had done before coming here. There would've been no way he would have agreed to improv dance for you if he hadn't felt so confident. And it's funny. Dancing is the only thing Jimin's found in his life that makes him feel self-confident so far. He would've never expected it.
"You should enroll in this studio!" you say. "With some training... You could do great things, Jimin, I mean it!"
Jimin's not too sure about that. Yes, he likes to dance, and maybe it was a hobby. But enrolling in the studio meant full-time commitment. He isn't so sure if he is ready for that. He isn't sure his parents are ready for that.
"Okay," Jimin says. "I'll um, think about it." But not really.
It's like you can see right through his lie, though. "Oh, okay," you say. "Then maybe you can practice dancing in this studio by yourself. I'm friends with the owner so she lets me swing by whenever I want. Wanna meet here every Friday? I could use a beginning dancer like you to really write a story about a dancer's progression."
Jimin's face lights up. Getting to dance one day a week in an actual dance studio?? "Yeah, sure!" Jimin says. "I'd really love to." Now I have an excuse to go to the studio and dance.
This could be the start of something great.
The start of something great it was. Fridays quickly become Jimin's favorite day of the week. After school, he rushes to the studio to meet you and work on learning the basics of dance by watching tutorial videos on the internet. Usually, he works in silenceâexcept for the clicking sounds of your laptop, but today, when he strides onto the dance floor, you're waiting for him in the middle.
"Do you have music requests?" you ask him, scrolling through your phone as if you are deep in thought. "I always feel like it's easier to express yourself with the music you actually like."
"Music?" Jimin frowns. "I, um, don't listen to music that much."
Your jaw drops. "What??"
"I don't even have earphones," he laughs awkwardly.
"You don't have what??"
And that was all it took for you to teach Jimin music for the whole day. You went through the hundreds of songs in your playlists, putting Jimin on the dance floor and making him dance to the songs he likes best. By the end of the session, Jimin still feels like he's soaring. His heart in his chest beats to the rhythm of the music. When he steps out of the dance studio and parts ways with you, he can't help but wish it were next Friday.
But at least he has a whole week to go music hunting. Jimin's never been much of a music man, but he's found that certain songs make him want to dance. He'll search them out and practice with them in the following days.
At school, Jimin feels like a mindless machine. He's still on the fence about cheating the system that's supposed to help him; the ethical part of Jimin wants him to stopâof course it's nothing against you. Jimin just thinks that if the system to help the students exists, every student should be involved. Even he was invited into the group much later (and technically, at first, he was forced to join for catching a meeting in progress).
Yet at the same time, Jimin owes it to you and your group that he's able to do what makes him happy. And he can't bear the thought of betraying you.
At home, Jimin lies on his bed, listening to all of the songs you showed him on repeat. His family doesn't have any music streaming services so he secretly started a three month free trial on iTunes. But he knew his parents wouldn't approve of his music taste (they usually don't approve of anything too teenager-y, so Jimin borrows his father's pair of earbuds.
Jimin didn't know, but earbuds bring a whole new dimension to music. He lies face up, closing his eyes as he pictures himself jumping, dancing, moving to the sweet rhythms of the songs. It's like he's been introduced to a whole new world.
Friday rolls around way too slowly for Jimin's taste, but when he's finally there, talking to you and dancing upon your request, it feels like he's on cloud nine. Today, you ask Jimin to describe what it feels to dance.
Jimin's not exactly very good with his words but he tries his best.
"I don't know," he says at first, blushing as he looks down at the brightly lit dance floor. "It makes me feel like... how do I say it? Like I'm just in a vast room with no one but myself? The moment I hear a good song, I just get this heavy gut feeling to move, I guess. And then I see the colors and the movements... And I dance."
"A vast room?" you say in awe as you unceasingly type across the expanse of your keyboard. "Elaborate, please."
"I guess it feels like I'm on my own stage. And it's a good thing because it feels like no one's watching me," Jimin says. "Uh, kinda like I'm dancing for myself. I'm dancing to express how I feel. And if there's someone watching, I don't really feel it because I'm so uh... I'm so..."
"Enraptured by your own world?" you finish for him.
"Exactly!"
You smile. "Thank you, Jimin! You meeting me here every Friday is so helpful. I really don't know how to thank you properly."
"Oh," Jimin shakes his head. "You've helped me so much already. There's nothing you could possibly do to help me better."
After exchanging a few more words with Jimin, you deem that you have to go home early to celebrate your mother's birthday. Jimin bids you farewell, but he remains in the studio. It feels empty without you, but it doesn't really matter. He's always by himself when he dances, anyway.
Jimin turns on his music, which echoes across the dance room, ringing against the walls and thumping in his chest. He can't stop himself from moving. His body twists graciously and he leaps across the dance floor as the synths in the song sing their melodious tones. He's so into the dance that he doesn't notice a tall woman watching him in the background.
Jimin finishes off his improv dance by striking a majestic pose he had come up with himself a few days ago. He didn't expect anyone to clap when he had finished, but there was this sharp-looking woman who was applauding and smiling at him approvingly.
"O-Oh," Jimin stutters. "I'm so sorry. Uh, Y/N left a bit earlier so I just thought it was okay to stay..."
"You're Jimin!" the lady says. "I'm Miss Hart. I run this dance studio. Y/N's told me how talented you are."
Jimin blushes. "I don't know about talented."
Miss Hart shakes her head, walking closer to Jimin in graceful strides akin to that of a ballerina. "I want to offer you a spot in my dance studio. This is a personal offer."
"I-I, uh," Jimin stutters. He's caught off guard by this sudden invitation and he looks left to right in a very panicked manner. "I-I don't think my parents will allow it... Um, sorry... I have to, um, go..."
He flees before Miss Hart can get another word out of him.
It's the sad truth. Jimin's parents would likely never approve of his current hobbyâeven listening to music while he studied was a stretch for them. But the more Jimin thinks about Miss Hart's offer, the more he realizes how great of an opportunity that is for him to progress in the path to find his true passion.
As nerve-wracking as is it, during dinner, Jimin asks his parents if it would be okay if he started taking dance lessons. Their reactions aren't as severe as he had expected, but his parents still seem pretty surprised.
"Isn't it too late to start something new?" his mother says. "You're a junior now, Jimin. You should already know what you're good at."
"I agree with your mother," his father says. "Why the sudden interest?"
"I don't know," Jimin answers truthfully. "It just happened. I really, really like it though..."
Jimin's father raises his eyebrows. "Really?" he sighs. "I don't think so, Jimin. Think about it. I know your grades are good right now, but now you should be busy with getting ready for college, shouldn't you?"
Jimin had expected this. "Oh..."
"And have you been taking my earbuds?" his father says.
"Oh, yeah... sorry," Jimin winces. "I'll give them back right now." He trudges up the stairs, feeling dejected and miserable at the same time. He decides to give the earbuds one last listen, plugging them into his phone and placing the buds in his ears. The familiar light-hearted, serene music floods into his head. Jimin can't help it. His eyes close, his mouth parts and he begins to move. His feet take him across his room, leaping over textbooks and dirty socks as his arms move fluidly to support his upper body.
Time has a mind of its own when Jimin enters the dancing world.
He doesn't notice an audience member at the entrance of his room. Jimin's father stares at his son, taken aback by the pure emotion and passion put into such a performance. He cannot hear Jimin's music, but he is able to feel it through Jimin's movements. Jimin's father watches the dance a bit longer, then leaves. When Jimin tries to return the earbuds to his father, he rejects them. "Keep the earbuds," he tells his son. "I don't need them anymore."
On Saturday morning, Jimin's surprised when his father calls him downstairs to talk. Truth be told, Jimin's a little nervous to have a serious one-on-one talk with his father. But his anxiousness melts away when his father asks:
"Have you been learning dance by yourself?"
Jimin perks up. "Uh, yeah! Um, well, kind of. I just saw YouTube videos... And I go to a dance studio every Friday with a friend to um, practice..."
"What studio?"
Jimin freezes. "H-Hart's dance studio?"
Jimin's father nods. "All right. Here's the deal. The moment your grades slip, you're going to have to quit, okay? Let's go enroll you right now."
Jimin almost faints from the sheer amount of happiness.
It is official. Jimin is to have private dance lessons (to make up for being such a late starter) once a week. This was a bit like a trial run; Jimin might get more lessons per week if he really decided to pursue dance.
And now that Jimin's actually a student at the studio, he can come in to practice anytime he wants! Which was every day after school for three hours.
When Jimin tells you the good news on Friday, you insist that you ditch today's dance-writing sessions and get some celebratory boba.
It's the first time Jimin's with you, alone, outside of school, without being in the confines of the dance studio. If he didn't know any better, this felt like more than two friends meeting up on a Friday afternoon. It felt like a date.
You're rather chatty with Jimin, making him feel comfortable and trying to get to know him better. But it comes to the point that Jimin wants to get to know you. So he finally asks the question he had been dying to know the answer to since he'd first met you in the dance studio.
"Do you mind if I ask what your book is about?"
"Oh, I don't mind at all!" you say, aggressively sipping your boba as you think. "Hm, okay, well, I kind of changed the plot halfway through... So now instead of a broken dancer, the story's about this newborn dancer who realizes her talents rather late in her life, but she throws all of her doubtsâand others' doubtsâaway because she realizes if she's passionate about something, it doesn't really matter how long she's been pursuing it. What matters is that she is pursuing it in the present."
"Wow," Jimin breathes.
"Yeah," you giggle, tucking back a strand of your hair behind your ear. "It's a coming of age story. I want it to be heartbreaking, bittersweet and heart-wrenching." You sip your boba. "But I might have to rewrite a lot of scenes because I'm thinking about changing the gender of the main character from female to male. I think it feels more right."
"Oh, that's gonna be a lot of work," Jimin says.
"But it's going to be worth it."
Jimin nods. Of course it will be. You put your best effort into everything. "Do you know what your title is going to be yet?"
"Eh," you laugh, shrugging goofily. "I'll think of it one day."
The light-hearted conversation takes a twist as the outside of the boba place gets darker and the afternoon morphs into the night. Jimin finds himself talking about his personal struggles as an "average" Welton student. He reflects vocally upon the times in which he had to beg to receive an A in his classes. The times in which he despised himself and didn't understand the exact point of life. The times when he was existing and not living.
It's then when you reveal your own darkest moments. And what lies beneath the smiling curtains was a murky past.
Your freshman year at Welton hit you like a bombâit was the same year that Jimin had been suffering in the depths of sophomore year's turmoil. You became miserable, competing for first place in your classes in subject matters that you had no interest in. The tests contained little material about understanding and more about the nitty-gritty details (that were barely significant). You used to write your stories the moment you came home from school until you had to go to bed. But now, you would be lucky if you could even get a few paragraphs down before being pressured into studying something tediously and frankly, useless. It drove you nuts.
To the point that you were tempted to be pulled under into the dark world of self-hatred and suicidal thoughts. Your older sister had jumped off a building when you were only eight; you watched her stuck in a coma in the hospital with twelve broken bones until she died in her sleep. So you figured if your sister did it, so could you.
But slowly, gradually, rationality took charge of your head, driving out the demons. You garnered your anger and self-hatred towards Welton and not yourself. And during the last few weeks of school in your freshman year, you decided that you were going to make a system to help every student in needâfor those with big dreams but little time.
Jimin watches and listens in awe as you continue to tell your story.
"I met Yoongi in freshman year when I was interviewing him for winning first place in a tech comp so I could write about him in the school newspaper," you explain. "He was the first person I told my idea to. And then from the summer between freshman and sophomore year, I planned the whole system. Yoongi assisted me a bit, too, but I didn't want him to be burdened."
Or, Jimin thinks, you don't trust other people.
"Yeah, and then we really kicked off," you say.
"Wait, you and Yoongi? Or the whole system you created?"
"Both," you grin. "Yoongi and I started dating during the summer. And as you can tell, our whole group flourished too. Now you're here!"
"The group's relatively new then," Jimin says. "So um, I don't know if I can ask but, how many people are really involved?"
You smile, shaking your head and denying Jimin an answer. "The trick that I use to run this system is to never trust anyone."
"Oh... wow. Not even your boyfriend?"
"Oh, it's the people you're closest to that end up failing you. Just ask my sister," you shrug. "And you never know. You aren't still thinking of reporting me, are you? I know you were contemplating that for a while..."
"O-Oh!" Jimin stutters. "Oh, shit. No, uh, definitely no. Not anymore. God, I didn't know you knew. I'm sorry."
"It's really no matter," you tell him, giving him a reassuring smile. "I think it was really nice talking to you. When we usually meet up, you're dancing and I'm taking notes or writing so this is a really nice change."
"Yeah," Jimin agrees. "I had a lot of fun, getting to know you." He glances at his watch for a split second and his eyes turn huge. "Shit, Y/N, it's almost 10 p.m.!"
That's when Jimin's able to notice that there is no one else in the boba place except you and him. The store must be closing soon. And the outside is nearly pitch black.
"Oh, wow, we've been talking for a long time," you laugh. "I guess that means we'll have to leave, huh?"
Jimin wants to be in your company for longer, but he nods, agreeing with you. "Yeah, I guess," he says. "I'll see you on Monday?"
You nod, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Goodnight, then, Jimin."
"Goodnight, Y/N."
Jimin's now been getting dance lessons three times a week now, and according to Miss Hart, he's improving at an alarming rate. Miss Hart proudly tells Jimin and his parents that he would be able to compete in local dance comps in three months and easily place.
"The boy's born to dance," Jimin overhears his teacher tell his father. He repeats those words over and over again to himself until he falls asleep that night.
His parents took his success in dance a whole different way. Immediately, Jimin was to train his muscles and stretch every day to accommodate three days' worth of hardcore lessons. And he was also ordered to join the school dance teamâeven though Jimin tried to tell his parents that tryouts had already been held ages ago.
But when Jimin expresses his problems to you, you bring a solution the very next day. Apparently, you had some inside sources in the dance team; you just had to pull a few strings, and the next thing he knew, Jimin was in Welton's elite dance team.
For the first time in the cult, no, group meetings, Jimin has something to show. He's able to track his progress by videos and live performances that you watch on Fridays. With all the advancement in his newfound passion, you reward Jimin with the second-highest scores on every exam (because the highest scores were reserved for the "experts").
Jimin's now sitting at the peak of a figurative mountain. His grades are soaring. His passion is soaring. He feels like his whole life has become a never-ending, high-velocity dance.
And he loves it.
There are no more meetings left after this one, you explain to all of the students. It's the last meeting for it's the week before finals. The school year will end soon, which is a huge relief to every Welton student.
You claim that outsmarting the teachers with the finals would be easy, especially with your advanced system, so there was really no need to worry. The meeting is short, concise and sweet. You douse everyone with your love and passion and thoroughly thank each and every individual for allowing another wonderful school year.
The meeting ends on a great note. You tell everyone that you have great plans for next year. Something that'll top the bomb threat. Something that'll effectively help the students and put the teachers and administrative staff to shame.
Everybody is excited.
The first time Jimin meets you during the summer is in the dance studio. He'd dressed in his workout clothes but still had enough self-dignity to spritz some cologne and put on some deodorant before seeing you.
But when he walks into the studio, he finds that you're not aloneâyou're with your boyfriend. Laughing. Joking. Touching. Yoongi has his arm around you and you have a casual hand placed on his thigh, leaning into him as you talk animatedly to your boyfriend.
Yikes. Jimin thinks it's going to be awkward before he actually feels awkward.
You and Yoongi really seem to like the time you're spending together and Jimin doesn't exactly want to interrupt. And there's something about the way that Yoongi tugs you closer and looks at you with sparkling mirth in his eyes that sets Jimin off.
He quickly recognizes the feeling as jealousy. It confuses Jimin even more.
Oh, fuck it.
"Hi, Y/N!" he says, waving at you. "Hey, Yoongi."
You stand up immediately rushing to greet Jimin as Yoongi stays in his spot, nodding his salutations to Jimin. "Yoongi just wanted to know what I was doing every Friday after I said no to a fifth Friday night date," you giggle. "Is it okay if he joins us today?"
"Of course," Jimin says. "I don't mind."
I kind of do.
Meeting at the dance studio was an activity exclusive to you and Jimin only... It's weird to see Yoongi butt in.
"Okay, great. Thanks!" you say. "Just do your thing, and I'll be taking notes as usual!"
Jimin nods, bracing himself to dance after he turns on the song he'd been listening endlessly these days. But today, he feels stiff. Rigid. Something's not quite right.
Today, he doesn't feel like he's on a stage alone. He feels someone watching him from the audience with scrutiny. Suddenly, Jimin can't move. He feels trapped in his own world. When he turns to look at you, he finds that you and Yoongi are immersed in a deep conversation. You're usually watching his every move.
Jimin tries to focus again, closing his eyes to immerse himself into the music. But he can't do it. Not when you and Yoongi are talking like that. Shit. Why is that so distracting?
Jimin figures one day of giving up practice wouldn't kill him. He turns off the music and walks over to you and Yoongi and plops down on the bench.
You smile but Jimin watches as Yoongi flinches just slightly, and a disgruntled look flashes across his face just briefly. Jimin ignores him.
"Yoongi and I were just talking about legacy," you explain to Jimin. "You know, what we'll leave at Welton High School."
"Oh, wow. You'll be leaving a whole elaborate system," Jimin says. "But what's going to happen to it when you've graduated?"
You shrug. "We'll have to wait and see," you say teasingly.
"I'll already be gone by that time," Jimin huffs.
"We'll keep in contact," you say. "I promise."
It's a small promise but Jimin's heart skips a beat. He wonders if you'd still be dating Yoongi then.
Why am I like this? This definitely isn't the right time.
Maybe Yoongi senses Jimin's thoughts because he tugs you closer to him. "Come on, babe, do we have to stay here forever? I want to take you out on a date..."
"Aw, Yoongs," you coo. "I don't know... Maybe the three of us can go get boba or something?"
"Babe..." Yoongi whines softly, intertwining your hand with his.
Jimin watches the movement and another pang of jealousy hits his chest, this time larger than the last. He couldn't possibly have feelings for you. Jimin concludes that he's not jealous because Yoongi is your boyfriend, he is jealous because he's stealing you away when he and you should be hanging out.
But he doesn't exactly want to get in the way of Yoongi, who already seems to dislike Jimin for hanging around his girlfriend.
So Jimin shrugs. "I don't want to intrude on a date. It's fine, Y/N, enjoy your date night."
Yoongi shoots Jimin a grateful look and even lets out a beaming smile. "Really, Jimin? Thanks!" you say.
Jimin has to admit, seeing you skip away with Yoongi arm in arm makes him happier. Fuck, no. He's starting to mirror your emotions.
This isn't a very good sign.
Jimin's right. It isn't a very good sign. He's starting to feel weird around youâemotions that he can't quite explain or justify with words.
The more he hangs out with you, the more he notices little things about youâyour little habits, your speech patterns, your dimples when you smile...
It comes to the point, you confess to him one day, "You know, Jimin, I've been hanging out with you more than my boyfriend."
Jimin feels honored by that, "Well, I've been hanging out with you more than my own to friends."
And it's true. Taehyung's been busy with his theater things and has picked up a girl along the wayâthe girl who was notorious for spilling tears arbitrarily. Jungkook's got his eye on some shy girl Jimin doesn't really know. So the friend group's already pretty split up. But Jimin doesn't really mind as much as he should. He and his friends are happy and have split to pursue their interests. There are no regrets.
Sometimes, when Jimin notices the blush on your cheeks after he teases you, he wonders how you truly feel about him. If all the time you spent around him was doing any good.
"I guess we've become quite the team?" you smile, nudging Jimin's shoulder. "I would've never been able to come up with a revamped idea for my book without you."
"I don't think I would've come this far in dance without you."
"No, it's your pure talent," you say. "I didn't do anything." You giggle, admiring the ruffles on Jimin's dance costume. "Break a leg out there, Jimin. I know you'll kill it in the solo division."
"Thanks, Y/N. I swear, I'm not even that nervous."
That's a lie. Jimin's so nervous he's been feeling like he needed to use the bathroom for two hours now. What if I forget a step? What if I'm offbeat for a split second? What if I trip on my costume? What if the wrong song plays?
There's absolutely no pressure that you've offered to come to watch Jimin dance to write about a dance competition in your book. Jimin has to get his routine down perfectly unless he wants to wind up embarrassing himself and disappointing his eager parents. He needs to be perfect. Maybe to impress you.
But this will be the first time that Jimin will be on stage with a true audience. Even though he will dance like he's the only one in the world, he will have hundreds of watchers and a panel of judges who will scrutinize his every move.
Jimin tugs at the ruffles of his white blouse and looks to the stage nervously.
"Hey, you've got this," you whisper to him, patting his shoulder. "What matters is dancing. It doesn't matter what place you get."
You're right. Jimin's here to dance. He is not here to flaunt his talents to others; he is here to make his own progress for himself, for his passion. What matters is that he has fun on stage.
Jimin keeps that in mind when he walks on the platform. The lights shine down on him, and his ears ring incessantly. But as soon as the cello begins to let out its low, elegant sound, he dances. The music envelops his body, and he sees nothing but colors. There is no need to think of which step is next when it comes to him naturally. He twists and turns accordingly to the rueful tones of the oboe, leaps at the entrance of the violins and finishes the dance with a grand pose in the middle of the stage.
He doesn't hear the clapping when he shakily gets off the platform.
Jimin's numb. He can't remember the performance, nor can he remember if he had gotten all of his steps right. But when you lunge at him with open arms and a bouquet of flowers (that you hadn't had before) in your hands, none of his performance matters anymore.
"JIMIN!" you screech at him, almost knocking him over with the force of your hug. "YOU WERE AMAZING!"
He's so taken aback, he can't answer, just holding you to his chest as you laugh happily in his arms.
"I hope you don't mind that I recorded the performance," you tell him. "It was just... wow. I can't even think of words to describe it because... wow."
Jimin pulls away from you, grinning wildly and his heart thumping in his chestâfrom post-dancing or from hugging you, he doesn't really know.
"Was it that good?"
"Yes!" you say. "Come on, we just have to wait to see how you placed. Not that it matters."
And it really didn't. Even though Jimin took home silver, otherwise known as second place, everyoneâhis parents, Miss Hart, youâwas proud of him. No one could argue that his dancing was the most emotionalâthe most beautiful. The dance competition was only the beginning of Jimin's journey.
Now it's even more normal for you and him to hang out. Even outside the dance studio to just talk and keep each other's company. Anyone can find you typing on your laptop and Jimin dancing and think it's a normal occurrence. Especially with the two of you on summer break, it became insanely frequent to spend a whole day out together.
Sometimes it seems as though you're flirting with him, but Jimin just tells himself that it's his imagination. You have Yoongi, for fuck's sake. You would never go after Jimin because you've said it yourselfâyou and he are best friends.
Yet it's socially unacceptable, apparently, to only be friends with the opposite gender (especially a younger opposite gender in Jimin's case) and expect the relationship to be purely platonic. Jimin's been noticing you stealing a couple of extra glances at him when he stretches before he dances. And he's been guilty of staring at you when you write because he likes how focused you can get in your typing sprees.
A couple of times, Jimin swears he could've leaned in to kiss you. But being rejected scares him away to ever take the chance. Besides, he doesn't want to come between you and Yoongi. That would be unfair and immature of him.
God, Jimin's mind is mixed up and his feelings are confused. He's not ready to admit it to himself yet, though. So he stays confused until a new school year comes around.
Being a senior opens up Jimin's eyes, and he realizes he had been just plain stupidâand blind. He likes you.
Fuck.
It's not a question of when these feelings had developed, but a question of why. You have a boyfriend. Jimin's already a senior, which means he'll be gone next year. You're the leader of a groupâthat's practically a cult, according to Googleâand you keep secrets from everyone no matter how much you love them. It's just not going to happen.
And if it did happen, then what about Yoongi? He's an essential member of your group. If you break up with him to be with Jimin, assuming that you even feel the same way, then what might Yoongi do? Would he ditch your group and let it fall to the ground? Would he report you and your system to administration? Would he get revenge on Jimin?
No way is Jimin going to get involved.
He should've seen it coming. He should've prevented himself from completely falling for you the moment you started caring for him, hanging out with him, helping him... But he didn't and now he doesn't know what to do.
Well, actually, he does.
Jimin's just going to simply get rid of his feelings for you for his own sake and yours. He just won't see you for a couple of months, and by then, his feelings for you would be gone, vanished into thin air. At least, that's what he hopes.
So, Jimin creates an elaborate plan of his own to avoid you for several months, max. He secretly changes his dance lesson times and tells Miss Hart to keep his schedule from you. And when his teacher inquires why, Jimin makes up a bullshitted lie that he wants to surprise you with his next performance. Then, he skips all of his individual practices and dances at home instead so you won't be able to find him. He even misses scheduled group meetings, texting you that he was sick (when he was only lovesick).
She's just using me to write her story, Jimin tells himself. I'm nothing but a character for her.
Deep down inside, Jimin knows that's false, but he makes himself believe it. Maybe it'll help him dislike youâwhich isn't exactly possibleâbut it could at least help him stop liking you.
But it turns out that maybe you never liked Jimin the way he liked you. All too soon, Jimin finds out from Miss Hart that you haven't been coming to the dance studio, so he switches his lessons back to his normal time. You've stopped texting him about coming to group meetings too. Which was strange because Jimin was still given homework copies and test answers when he needed them.
Maybe you took the hint that Jimin didn't want anything to do with you? Jimin doesn't know.
He does know that still, every time he thinks of you, he thinks of a generous, beautiful, mature, thoughtful person who chases after her own dreams and encourages others to do the same. It's hard to stop liking you, in other words.
Already, finals week is around the corner. Jimin has a few suspicions that you're going to hatch a complex plan again to put an end to student stress altogether, but he wouldn't know because he hasn't been attending the meetings. But whatever you were planning, it would be better than the last bomb threat for sure. Because you were always looking to improve, to better yourself to help others.
God, fucking shit. Jimin can't seem to think of one bad thing about you.
His days are spent dancing mostly as he'd submitted his college apps early (thanks to your suggestion), but he also can't get you out of his mind. Your absence makes him grieve for your presence. But he can't give up now. He doesn't want to show up in front of you one day and have to explain why he avoided you for months.
So he continues with his plan.
It's the Friday before finals week.
Jimin sits around in the corner of his school's dance room as the rest of his teammates go over the routine for the winter dance competition. He'd told the captain that he was getting a bad migraine, so he was allowed to sit out for the rest of the practice.
In reality, Jimin can't stop thinking about you. He knows you're here, after school, in your newspaper room, finishing up your last edits before publishing the paper on Saturday. He wonders if you'll welcome him if he meets you. He wonders if he should apologize for avoiding you. Maybe he can get rid of his feelings by hanging out with you more. Or he'll just act like the two of you are best friends and pretend he doesn't want anything more than a platonic relationship.
Jimin doesn't know what courses through his veins to make him stand up.
"I'm going to the bathroom," he murmurs, trudging out of the dance room and outside. He'll have to cross the quad to reach the newspaper room. Jimin nervously checks his watch. 4:42 p.m., it reads. You usually leave by 4:45 p.m., so Jimin doesn't have much time.
Or maybe he shouldn't go to you at all? He hesitates, lurching forward but taking a step back.
He sees another girl, not that far away from him, walking across the quad. There's a boy behind her, yelling "Wait up!" as he tries to catch up with her while holding a stack of heavy textbooks. The girl looks back around and laughs, taking half of the boy's stack and nudging his shoulder. They continue to walk across the quad, side by side. They must be dating.
Jimin quickly recognizes the tall boy to be Namjoon, his acquaintance, and as soon as he's about to wave, there's a loud bang!
Jimin flinches. Was that a...? He can't quite believe it. But there's a lot he didn't believe but still has come true at Welton High School. Or maybe this was another one of your plans. Fake a school shooting to cancel finals. He wouldn't know. He didn't attend the meetings.
But the blood rushes out of his face and it dawns on him that this is reality as he watches Namjoon's girlfriend fall to the ground in slow motion. His own breath quickens and his eyes are alert but he's almost frozen. No. This has to be fake. This has to be a trick. There's another bang! and this time, Namjoon lurches forward, hitting the ground with a resonating thump.
Jimin's frantic, trying to find the source of the loud bangs. Maybe Namjoon and his girlfriend are part of the group. Maybe it's all a plan. Time flies too quickly and slowly at the same time. Jimin sees blood leaking from the girl as she lay face down on the cement. Namjoon is knocked unconscious. That has to be fake. You can buy fake blood, right?
But deep down inside, Jimin knows the truth. He panics. It's hard to breathe.
Then there's another bang. Jimin feels searing heat engulf his chest. He feels himself fall backward, and he clutches his wet chestânot in pain but in shock.
He tilts upwards, and his last view is of the soft gray clouds in the darkened sky.
Then everything becomes black.
Two students, two seniors are reported to be dead. One shot in the head, another in the heart. One has miraculously survived a gunshot wound and is being treated in the hospital.
"Do you know them?" you say in a shaky breath.
Your boyfriend hugs you. "You know one of them..."
"Oh, god," you whimper. You can hear the police and see the bright flashing red and blue lights from afar. "The shooter was targeting students involved in after school activities. How cowardly. When there would be fewer adults around. They were looking to attack the students."
"I know, babe," Yoongi says. "The girl... she was part of the volleyball team. Her boyfriend is the one who survived, apparently. And the other boy... He... He was on the dance team."
Your eyes turn wide as you pull away from your boyfriend. "H-He..."
"Jimin, Y/N. It was Jimin."
You feel like you're falling down a pitch-black abyss with no one to catch you or help you. "A-Are you sure it was him?" you manage to whisper. "What was he doing outside the dance room?" you sob, throwing yourself into Yoongi's chest as your boyfriend tries to comfort you.
"Park Jimin, yeah... It was him," Yoongi says, petting your back. "I heard from the dance captain that he was having a bad day. Something about migraines..."
You can't speak. Nor can you even think straight.
"Jimin's body was found significantly away from the other two," Yoongi says. "He could've run away."
A heavy weight tugs at your heart and you let out another sob of despair. "Yoongi, he could've thought it was fake."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't you get it?? He thought it was like the bomb threat!âfake! Planned! God!" you shriek, pushing Yoongi away and standing up, starting to walk around in frantic circles. "I killed him, Yoongi! I fucking killed him!"
You collapse on the ground with your hands on your head. "I killed him..."
"You didn't kill him, Y/N," Yoongi says. He crouches down with you. "Hey, it wasn't your fault. He's the one who wasn't coming to your meetings. If he did, he would've known we weren't going to pull off a stunt like that until next year's finals."
You shake your head, hitting your forehead repeatedly with your palm. "It doesn't matter, Yoongi! I should've never faked such a serious ordeal!"
"Y/N..."
"I deserved to be out there in the quad."
"You're the students' hero, babe... Don't think otherwise."
"Oh? Really?" you scream. "If I really were a hero, then why the hell was the school shooter a student from our school, huh? I obviously wasnât keeping everyone happy!"
Yoongi falls silent.
"I don't care what you say, Yoongi," you say, your voice shaking from anger and devastation. "I failed. I tried making a system, but it didn't work... And now, people are dead... And I never got to say goodbye..." And he was avoiding me for months. I never got to know why...
"Hey, hey. Your system is perfect, baby," Yoongi answers. "It just doesn't work on psycho murderers."
That makes sense, too.
"I'm sorry, Yoongi," you say. "I'm sorry I'm such a mess. Thank you. For comforting me. God, I'm sorry..."
"It's okay," he says. "Things will be fine." He pauses. "You know, on the bright side, they might cancel finals."
[2 years later]
The moment you graduated out of the hellhole of a school, you discontinued your idea of a school revolt, and your system collapsed without you nurturing it.
Welton High School went under investigation after hundreds of parents and students protested. Counselors were fired and replaced. Administration was put on probation. It didn't take until two students' murders to fix things.
Funny.
Three student suicides weren't enough for them to realize something was wrong with the school.
You're bitter, but you try not to let it get in your way. Jimin will never get full justice because he will never get the life he deserved back. He was supposed to win hundreds of dance competitions. He was supposed to get to the end of the path of his dreams. But his life cut him short.
You dedicate your debut novel to him.
Now, when you walk around a supermarket, a library, a bookstore, you see your book on the stands or stacked up on tables. The white cover contrasts from the title inked in a black font: To Jimin (It's About Time I Told You I Love You).
The book tells the tale of Jimin. A newborn dancer who becomes tangled in the depths of a rigorous high school. There's one twist, though.
The story is told from a girl's perspective. A girl who loves Jimin, but never admits her feelings until it's too late. She watches him grow, blossom and become a star. But she isn't there for him when he dies.
She is you.
And you think it's about time you admit to yourself that you loved Jimin. Except he probably never loved you.
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Hello friends and welcome to âHateful Nostalgiaâ. I was exposed to the mob talker mod WAY too young bc I was an unsupervised child on the internet watching mod showcases and SkyDoesMinecraft. Looking back these sucked, the stories were often bland and the designs were milk toast at best and tits out at worst. So for the sake of procrastinating on working on anything substantial I grabbed the main 6 I remembered and gussied em up. Redesigns, rewrites, better names, all that bullshit. If your interested in better photos, design notes, story details and rambling hit the basement, otherwise here's a line up you should click for better quality.
Also I wrote all this once before already but I deleted it like a dumb bitch. On the night Unus Annus was murdered in front of my eyes no less. Was a rough fuckin night.
The Creeper- Kupa. An explosive pyromaniac with a habit of making empty threats and yelling. She protects what she believes to be her territory with a suicidal passion, but if you manage to get her to cool down and soften up she's pretty sick to hand out with. Hard of hearing, has at least one bout of head trauma at all times, and deathly allergic to cats.
Because the creeper is kinda the og I wanted to reference AT2's design more than the others, but I'm p sure the only thing I actually kept was the red hair and brown gloves. Otherwise I was doing whatever. I really wanted to lean into the explody bit of creepers, so I gave her some bite and dressed her in clothes referenced from Irish railroad workers. This may also be why I keep imaging her with a very heavy Irish or Scottish accent, whichever would be most incomprehensible when angry. Every color but her skin was color picked from one of the references, with some minor alterations for makes my eyes happy reasons.
With Kupa I imagine a story line with her would largely be about her as a character and her development than like an actual adventure narrative like everyone else. She starts off ready to blow up both you and herself in a misguided attempt to defend what she sees as her's and opens up and learns not everyone is out to get her. Lots of time taken to understand her childhood and how she ended up how she is. Very simple, probably the default or tutorial run people would go through.
The Zombie- Bee. The ill husk of a missing explorer suffering from a less than conventional appetite. She wallows in her self imposed loneliness, believing herself to be an irredeemable monster doomed to hurt those around her. What she really needs is a buddy and some clue to who she used to be. Rough voiced, chronically fatigued, and prone to spontaneous combustion in sunlight.
 I definitely consider this one the weakest for design sadly. I imagined Zombies as humans who went into strange caves and caverns and didn't come out for years, only to pop up as completely different people. I just tossed AT2's design. The first thing I did was make her a bit of a genderbent Steve and tinted her green bc Zombies in game are just Steve but green. Tore up her clothes, colored picked the darkest colors I could from the clothes on the in game and boom, Bee. I do vaguely regret not making her eyes pure black but I also still wanted her to be human enough to fit with the other overworld mods.
 Ok so Bee actually has a basic story. When you meet her she's aggressive, but as a warning. She fears the possibility she may hurt somebody so heads for threats immediately. Going back and forth between her cave and village for a while you learn more about the situation with the missing folks who come back and Bee as a person. After a bit you pick her up off her depressed ass and start a nocturnal adventure of refinding your past, adapting to who your becoming, overcoming self destuction, and slow burn babey!!!Â
The Skeleton- Ulna. One of the few surviving warriors of a now destroyed kingdom and dead culture. She spends most of her time now traveling alone, hiding in trees and shooting anything see sees as a threat- which is everything- in the face with homemade arrows. Very much suffering from loss of her home and a bad case of lost purpose. A woman of few words, very antisocial, and naturally nocturnal.
 I came in with the Skeleton wanting to make her seem mysterious, so my first thought was immediately a cloak and a mask, but I wanted her face to like be visible so I went with the face paint. I didn't actually know that I wanted to do under there so I went with wraps that are reminiscent of the original outfit but still not tits out bc it's so fucking easy! Gave her a quiver, color picked the cloak and face paint from the in game model and the wraps from AT2'S art. I did like. Subconsciously draw her eyes the way I do Asian characters but I didn't have anything specific in mind so like go nuts with what you think she is.
 Ulna's deal is very much her lack of purpose or home and the entire thing is about finding that again. She's found sitting up in a tree during a storm pointing a bow and arrow into your face. She eventually let's you stick around until the storm is over and theres some bonding into deep night until the rain stops. You ask if she wants to come with on your little travelling sword for hire business, she says sure, sleep schedule shenanigans, backstory angst, and road trip bonding happens and she eventually decides that helping people is her new purpose and you're her new home
The Spider- Park. A young adult experiencing the world for the first time through her tribe's rite of passage. She's really just trying to figure out how to live life outside of the cave she's been stuck in her entire life and aggressively trying to be an independent adult despite not knowing anything about being an independent adult. Its projection. Blind in the daylight, naive and excitable, and taken to refusing help at her own risk.
 Ok so. I don't know who looked at the spider and said "purple haired loli with puffy pants" so I once again yeeted the whole thing, only really keeping the kinda cutesy and childish bits. Spiders are a tribe of humans what live in caves unless they've broken off to live on the surface. Kids are kept inside until they hit a certain milestone, where they come up to explore at night. They're usually small and pale, but are pretty kickass when necessary. Again picked the colors off the in game model, played with the lightest gray for the skin, and bc I couldn't figure out anyway to use the stripes so they're on the patches lol.
 Park's meeting is probably the funniest and most meet cute one here, in that she accidentally drops on top of you from a little cliff drop off. Cue loads of apologies and an explanation about the spider deal and being blind in light. She asks for some help getting around and bam babey friendship and emotional attachment! What follows is kinda a buddy of coming of age story with the obligatory goes home and is miserable scene. Generally it's just about being a scared young adult and having someone to fall back on and why that's important. Also crushes and young people being bad at that.
 The Blaze- Amber. A demonic entity who would let the world burn and the sun die if it meant she'd get her soul back. She's known for being ruthless, taking souls through force instead of making deals like other Blazes. Keeps this forceful nature even once she's become friendly, makes you do dump shit. Territorial, eyes glow and dim with her life, and runs remarkably warm.
 Amber here is the first one I actually did! I was just. Really tired that she was in a bikini. I decided early on I wanted overworld mobs to be human and everyone else was decidedly not, so Blazes are demons who gave up their souls under false pretenses to other Blazes. Because of how little clothes AT2's design wore I had essentially free reign and my thought was immediately to lean on golden knight bc of how Blazes are found protecting fortresses. The gold isn't picked from anything bc I was looser with the colors, but everything else is, and the hair is supposed to represent the smoke. Also the sticks in her hair are blaze rods bc I don't like them just floating around her.
Amber is found in the Nether obviously, protecting a fortress and immediately trying beat your ass and either incinerate you or make you give up your soul. During you prove yourself a p damn good fighter and she makes a deal to show you how Blazes exist and pursade you to give your soul up willingly. Bonding happens and she explains where the souls go and what happened to her. Insert line about how she dug in the sand for her soul until her fingers bleed bc I'm an Arcana freak lol. In general I'd just like her to learn to adapt to who she is now and learning to live life well instead of letting her anger burn her up from the inside out.
 The Enderman- Violet. A confused but sweet young bit of void created by and connected to the Ender Dragon. Her relationship with reality is tenuous at best and abusive at worst, making stable existence rather difficult. She doesn't know a name, age, gender, anything about herself aside from that she likes sweaters. Communicates primarily through psychic connections, docile and sweet, and melts like a witch in water.
 Violet was incredibly easy, so this may be way short. Endermen are decidedly human shaped void from the End with varying sentience. They're direct extensions of the Ender Dragon, and nobody knows how they're made or where they come from, not even they do. Adventurers who escaped The End say they seem scared of it though. Violet in particular is pretty damn new and extraordinary nonconforming, and I tried to show that with her sweater and ponytail. Once again, literally all colors picked. Definitely the simplest but one of my favs.
Violet is the sweetest meet up I think. As your traveling between villages you notice a strange enderman watching you and plant a little flower in front of her. She picks it and you hear a happy little trill come from you and a pretty voice say thank you in your head. Now you have a tall dark teleporting travel buddy! After a little bit of back and forth she tells you in some broken English that the Ender Dragon made her but she doesnt know how, and that it's bad and needs to be killed for the sake of Endermen and that's the new goal. Spoiler they're the corrupted souls of those that died fighting it, with it gone Endermen are free to exist as their own being and do whatever, hurray!
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Word Generator with Byakuya Togami, Nagito Komaeda, Gundham Tanaka, Kokichi Ouma, Beta Junko Enoshima, and Beta Ibuki Mioda!!!
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"Piano"
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Byakuya was a very intelligent man. He had to be, if he wasn't, he'd disappoint everyone. He knew how to do many things that would never be useful for him, such as sewing or how to make ceramic dishes. He also was well versed in planning instruments. Violin, bass, harp - he knew how to play each one. While he wasn't a big fan of piano, he still knew how to play it. Maybe it would come in handy one day....
"Are you alright? You seem troubles," Togami questioned his partner as they walked into the library. It wasn't very often they looked visible sad, so naturally Byakuya was concerned.
"I need to practice this song for my next performance, which isn't a problem in itself, I already know the lyrics, pace - I know how to sing the song. Issue is, to perfect the song, I'd have to sing while the main instrument plays. But the only person I know that plays piano is Kaede Akamatsu, and she broke her arm," they ranted while slightly pacing back and forth. Byakuya thought carefully about what they said. He knew how to play piano, but he didn't enjoy playing the instrument. However, his lover someone had the ability to make normal "commoner" activities fun. He made a decision.
"I know how to play the piano, I could help you." The words fell out of his mouth before he could stop them. Their eyes lit up and they marveled at him. "Really? Wow, you surprise me everyday!" they exclaimed, before pulling Togami into a hug. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!!!"
"Anything for you, love."
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ĐαgÎčŃÏ ĐÏĐŒÎ±Ńâα đ (They're seniors in college in the story.)
"Memory"
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Nagito had the habit to suddenly remember things at the most random points in time. Example, a few months back, he suddenly remembered a time his mother bought him a really ugly stuffed dog. Despite it's ugliness, Nagito loved it. It was a gift from his mother and she knew it was ugly. She knew Nagito would like because it was an ugly toy. Nagito could never control when he suddenly had random memories of the past, but maybe his luck would make it come right on time....
Nagito was very nervous. Today had gone well so far, his luck hadn't interfered yet but that doesn't it won't interfere at all. Today was a special day. It was his and his lover's anniversary; 4 years strong. Nagito had a very special surprise planned today: he was gonna propose. Right now, as the fireworks the loved
rs were watching were going off. Nagito sucked in a breath before starting off his miniature speech.
"Hope? I've been meaning to tell you something," Nagito started as they looked at him, quirking an eyebrow to signify they were listening. He continued, "We've been together for over four years now and, I don't know about you but things have been going pretty great in my mind, I have never been happier in my life," he paused. He had to do this. They turned their entire body to face him.
"I wondering if you would do me the honors," he spoke softly. But then his luck hit and he went silent.
"Ko? Are you okay?" they asked Komaeda carefully as he buried his face into his hands.
"It's gone." He didn't look up at you. "What's gone?" they asked, worried for their boyfriend.
"The ring! I planned this all week! Everything was going great, but the ring is gone!" he raved about his predicament. He had this entire planned out, but he never thought he would drop the ring! They attempted to comfort Nagito bug it didn't seem to work. An idea popped into their head. They also had something planned.
"Hey, love.You remember when we went to Hope's Peak and one day, I arrived to school without my school lunch card?" they asked him. Nagito looked up at them in confusion, but nodded anyway. "Yeah, I remember. You had to skip breakfast at home because you were late, and almost cried when you realized you didn't have it. I let you use mine that day because I wasn't planning on eating anyway."
They reached into your pocket, smiling. Covering Nagito's eyes with they're other arm, they pulled the small box put of their pocket before putting it into Komaeda's hand.
Komaeda stared in shock, they were planning the same thing.....
"Consider that my payment. Now come on. Let's go look for the other ring."
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"Employment"
Persephone needed a job. And fast. They and their mother got into a fight - a very bad fight. She withdrew all her money from their college funds without warning, and no matter what Persephone did, she refused to put the money back. To add insult to injury, they got fired from their previous job without reason.
So here Persephone was now, walking home after a failed interview. 'We'll call you,' such bullshit. They were scowling at the ground, upset with the interviewer for being such an idiot. Persephone did everything right, they were sure of it. On the way back to their apartment, they passed by a vet clinic before reversing to look at the place. A "Help Wanted" sign was on the door for an assistant. They had basic knowledge of animals and animal healthcare, they knew how to be an assistant, how to make appointments, how to properly handle animals. This could work. To make it even better, they recognized the name as a place a classmate worked at. Gundham Tananka was it? Persephone entered the building.
"Hello? Anyone in here?" they asked out loud as they walked around the large front desk area. A few minutes of sitting in there, waiting for someone to appear, they eventually gave up and was about to gloomily walk out when a elder women walked in.
"Oh, hello, dearie. I came to get my dog checked up on. She's been acting funny recently," the woman spoke, holding a very adorable teacup dog.
"Um, is it an emergency? I could go get someone in here immediately," Persephone spoke, pointing to where the back was.
"No, not necessarily. She still seems very healthy and she's eating and doing number two just fine," the woman explained, Persephone looked at the calendar on the desk.
"Okay, well judging by the schedule, it seems that it'd be best to come back tomorrow and see if you could get in sometime on Wednesday or Friday. However, if it's easier for you, you could call us!" Persephone feigned working here just for a moment. The woman asked for the number and looking at the wall behind the women, they were able to read it out to her.
As the woman left, a deep voice came from behind Persephone.
"Are you looking for a job here?"
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"Advice"
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What would someone do in this situation? Kokichi sat there, awkwardly rubbing Athena's back as they sobbed and raved about the most recent break-up they've had. From what Kokichi was able to clearly understand, they're ex was cheating on them with two other people. It really effected them. So much so, in fact, that before Ouma arrived, they cut/dyed their hair and self-pierced they're ears. What does Kokichi do?
Advice. He has to come up with the best damn advice he could think of.
"THEY HAD THE FUCKING NERVE TO CALL ME THE WHORE. BITCH, I WILL FUCKING SET YOUR CAR ON FIRE," Athena shouted over their own sobbing, shoveling ice cream into their mouth. Perfect.
"I suck at giving advice, but I guess I could manage just this once," Ouma started, before continuing, "You should tell the other people since, from what I gathered, they don't know. Yet. You should also get in contact with his mother. Most moms I've met would be so mad at they're som in this situation."
Athena sighed, finally calming down their relentless sobbing. They fell back against the bed looking sadly at the ice cream between their legs. An idea arrived in their head.
"Ouma," his head snapped towards their face and not the ice cream begging him to eat it. "Could you help me with a... "prank"?"
"Sure! Although I never thought you would turn over to the dark side," Ouma teased in attempt to lighten the mood.
"It's not actually a prank, unless you want it be just a prank," Athena clarified. "Well then tell me what it is and then I'll decide," Ouma responded.
"Let's go on a date."
~+Đ^Đ^â+~
Jàžąàž Æàč Đàž àčàžŁâÎŻàčàž (àčŃtàž) đ(Place holder name is Eros. Pronouns are GN.)
"Recipe"
~+^+~
'Do you have any allergies?' was the most random question Eros have ever received at 3 in the morning. They woke up to use the restroom but was overwhelmed with confusion by the text. It wasn't exactly abnormal for their girlfriend to be up late at night but 3 AM? Really? Of course, they sent an answer and asked her what she needed it for but the only response they received was, 'I love you a lot, night <3' Eros couldn't sleep when they got back to bed, worried with whatever it was that Junko was planning. In the midst of their thinking, they found themself falling back into slumber.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah!!! Wakeee upppp!!!" a familiar female shouted at the sleeping Eros. They lightly put a hand to the female arm, slightly pushing her away as they awoken.
"Junko...? What are you doing here? Isn't it really early?" they grumbled sitting up completely as their girlfriend handed them a coffee.
"Mm, for you sure. But it's around normal time for me," she responded, as she got up and walked over to Eros's desk in the corner. "What are you even doing here?" they questioned, ignoring the slight mocking from Junko.
"Well, as the great and gorgeous girlfriend I am, I decided to make you something," she answered, picking up a tray Eros didn't even notice and caring it over towards them. She sat the tray on their lap, careful not to make a mess. Junko removed the lid (is that what it's called?) from the plate revealing probably some of the most delicious food Eros has ever laid their eyes on.
"...I don't-I don't know what to say.... What's the catch?" they asked suspiciously. This was very uncommon behavior from their girlfriend. Junko rolled her eyes as she made her way to the other side of the bed, sitting next to them.
"There is no catch, I promise. You don't have to say anything, just eat," she said rather softly. They listened and ate began eating.
"Wow,this is really good. What's in it?"
"It's a secret family recipe. You'll know soon enough though." She winks.
~+Đ^Đ^â+~
ÎàčàžąÆÎŻ àčÎŻàčàčàž (àčŃtàž) đž (Place holder name is Dionysus. Pronouns are GN. Place holder talent Ultimate Chemist.)
"Mall"
~+^+~
Going shopping with Ibuki was always a treat. She was very hyper and got really distracted a lot. Still, anytime Dionysus got to spend with her was precious. With their differences in jobs, they didn't get to see each other in person very often. Ibuki always traveling with Leon, making a name out of herself. Dionysus was always working on different mixtures and could rarely ever take a break, keeping them in the lab most of the time.
Ibuki gave a slight hop before turning to her lovely partner. "Hey, hey! Let's split up and go shopping! We have the entire week together so let's both try to have time to ourselves for a minute!" Ibuki proposed. Dionysus gave a nod in agreement. They came up with a time to meet back up here, and with that,Ibuki basically skipped away.
Dionysus just kinda wandered around before coming across a jewelry store. After sitting their for a moment thinking if they would go in, they finally made a choice and came up with a plan. They walked inside and looked around at the jewelry, but mostly just the engagement rings. Ibuki's birthstone was citrine and Dionysus knew Ibuki hated being the same as others. Therefore, it made sense she'd prefer something unique.
They picked out a ring for Ibuki and paid with their private banking account - can't have Ibuki getting curious and checking the shared account. Once they had left the store, the remaining time was spent wandering around the mall. Going into random stores, not really buying anything though.
They both met back up at the spot. As expected, Ibuki was very curious about what was in the unnamed bag.
"Pleaaasssseeeee! Please, please, pleaasssseeeeee!!!" Ibuki begged to know what was inside the mysterious bag as Dionysus just chuckled at her desperation.
"Sorry, can't tell you yet," they replied, not taking their eyes off the road. Ibuki pouted.
"Then when will you tell meee!?"
"Soon. Very soon."
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Threeâs a Crowd || Erwin x Reader x Levi || Modern AU
Chapter 1 - Moving So Fast
â(Y/n), nice to meet you!â A blonde, blue eye boy greeted you with the purest smile on his face. You bowed slightly and shook hands with him, respecting your trainer was the first step in making a good impression to your new coworkers and the higher ups. âMy name is Armin, Iâm the M.O.D. for the morning shifts. During your training youâll meet Mikasa who is in charge during the afternoons and Ymir who covers the nights. Whenever you have a question, you can ask the three of us or our boss and the owner, Mr. Reiss.â You were five minutes into this new job and you already got the feeling your life was going to change from sluggish and boring to hectic and hilarious.
Mr. Reiss created everybodyâs schedule for his coffee shop, âReiss Coffee!â and the three M.O.D.âs ran the coworkers and customers from that point. You were told he came to check up on everybody each day but not for too long since his managers were responsible and he learned quickly he can rely on them. You first shift was 9am-5pm which gave you a taste of training with each manager. Some of your coworkers you met already included Eren, Jean, Historia and Sasha. Learning all the drinks was challenging, youâve just gotten use to the latte, cappuccino and macchiato by the time 5pm started rolling around. Your feet hurt like a bitch from these safety shoes you had to wear, a couple strands of hair were messy and your brain felt like puddy. Overall a successful first day.
âSo, ya coming with us or not, new girl?â Ymir grinned at you after she finished an order for a customer. You gave her a questioning look while pulling off the light brown apron. âThe party at Smithâs? Armin invited you this morning, remember?â
âOhâŠI complete forgot about that,â you laughed nervously. In truth you were going to try to avoid it. You were living out of your 1996 Toyota Highlander and you didnât have much to your name. You owned the car, but only had so many nice clothes for parties, some food sources stashed away and a couple various important items. How you got there was a story for another time.
âNo ya didnât,â Ymir glared lightly at you, causing you to sweat. You adverted your eyes to your apron and felt her golden orbs still watching you. âWhatâs the problem with a little fun?â
You rubbed your arm, a small nervous habit. âI donât have anything to wear for a party. You know I just moved into town, I didnât bring too much baggage with meâŠliterally,â You laughed a bit. This got a hefty laugh from Ymir.
âDonât worry about attire girl,â she waved off your weak comment and handed you a small card with an address. âWear something comfortable, even jeans and a decent shirt are fine, everybodyâs going to be some level of drunk anyways! Some clothes might go missing, who knows!â She patted your shoulder, it was oddly comforting. âCome to this address at 7pm, if you want to come when the balls already rolling, arrive at 8pm. If I donât see you by 9pm, Iâll drag you by the ear!â You both laughed. Her threat was meaningful, she would actually find you and drag you to the party, but not in a painful way.
âI guessâŠthanks Ymir!â You grinned, headed out to your car in search of a decent outfit.
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You had arrived at the Smith residence at 7:30pm, the feeling of arriving at 7pm was too sharp and 8pm felt too late. It was a small house in a nice neighborhood, each property having at least 1 acre or more of yard, you estimated the Smithsâ had 1.5 or 2. You knocked on the door, brushing off you button up a bit. You wore high-waist, dark wash blue jeans and a vertical stripe black and white button up that was tucked in, with some simple sandals on your feet. The door opened a moment later and you were face to face with a gorgeous blonde. He had sky blue eyes, blonde hair with a dirty blonde undercut, chiseled chin and cheekbones and bushy eyebrows. The moment he smiled at you, you could swear your heart stopped beating like pulling the plug from an electrical socket.
âWelcome, come in!â He stepped to the side and motioned you inside, you quickly stepping forward. Immediately you noticed how loud it was- music, talking, yelling, dancing, the smell of alcohol and chips, cooked chicken too. Your eyes caught a glance at Armin with Mikasa and Eren amongst the group. But you didnât have too much time in your own head when you felt a large hand on your back and your breath hitched as a reaction. âMy name is Erwin Smith. You must be the girl Armin was speaking so highly of.â
Your cheeks flushed a little bit, âI guess,â you chuckled nervously. âMy nameâs (y/n) (l/n). Itâs a pleasure to meet you.â You both outstretched your hands to shake, you could feel how tough his skin was yet his palm so soft. When he spoke, you could trace a bit of scotch scent, but nothing too strong.
âThe pleasures mine,â he hummed. âPlease make yourself comfortable. The kitchen is to the right and the bathroom is right here next at the entrance. The linen closet is down the hall first door on the left if youâd like a place for your bag.â He was so kind and his voice was so deep, it was almost hypnotic. You replied with a small thank you as Armin came up to join your conversation, he looked thrilled that you came.
Through the course of the night, you noticed a raven haired male making strides around the groups of people with a drink in his hands constantly. He had an undercut which accented his strong jawline, his side profile was definitely a nice view, his grey-silver eyes shined bright. The way he spoke with everybody and walked through the party felt like he owned the place. A redhead kept popping up by his side too, wrapping her hand around his or around his waist, a couple times squeezing his butt which you adverted your eyes too. Him and the blonde host werenât the only attractive ones here, but so much chatter and dancing blurred your memories of most of their names.
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Levi banged on Erwinâs room door, disturbing him from his peaceful slumber. When the blonde sat up, he noticed Levi had ever so kindly let himself into his bedroom. It was around 10am on Sunday, neither had work. âWhatâs the problem Levi?â
âErwin, thereâs a brat sleeping in my bathroom,â the raven hissed, obviously not pleased over the situation, and Erwin bet he was suffering a bit of a hangover too.
âA brat?â he chuckled, rubbing his puffy eyes and pushed his hair back. âEverybody left once the party was over, who could be left?â he groaned while pulling himself out of the warmth of the comforter. They made their way down the hall and into Leviâs bathroom. Curled up in a ball on the shower floor, they found you. Erwin couldnât help but chuckle again. âI wouldnât have believed you if I didnât see it for myself.â
âDo you know who she is?â
âIf I recall,â he muttered while rubbing his forehead, his own hangover hurting pretty badly, âthatâs (y/n), a coworker of Arminâs at the Reiss Coffee shop.â
âWhat is she doing in my bathroom?â Levi grimaced.
âYour guess is as good as mine. Letâs seeâŠâ Erwin squatted down and set a hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you while calling your name.
You groaned while trying to shove his hand away, failing at the attempt before clutching your head. It felt like you were spinning but the hand holding your shoulder was the only solidarity that you really werenât. You cracked open your eyes, the light already probing more pain. It took a full minute until you realized there was a man in front of you. Why was there a man in your car?--âŠoh. Youâre not in your car. You flew into a sitting position while holding your head with one hand and your other hand extended towards him as a separation barrier. Your heart beat was a little fast but you tried to catch up with your situation and your surroundings.
âWh-what are you doing?!â you yelped.
âYouâre in my roommateâs bathroom (y/n),â Erwin chuckled. Your cheeks flushed and your arms and legs moved fast to cover yourself as a reflex, but you checked yourself and was thankful you still had all your clothes on, albeit a bit messy. Levi scoffed at your reaction and glanced away for a moment. âWe should be asking you what youâre doing here.â Erwin continued.
âUmâŠâ your body relaxed a bit, rubbing your head trying to remember. âIâmâŠnot entirely sure. I thought I had at least made it back to my car.â
âIf you were so drunk you can barely remember anything from yesterday, somebody sensible probably stopped her from driving away,â Levi remarked, a small glare settled on his face. It made you cower a bit from its intimidation.
âThen I believe thereâs not much point to figuring out exactly how sheâs in your bathroom,â Erwin concurred before standing straight up, offering you a helping hand. âCome, you can join us for breakfast if you wish. But at least take some medicine and water before you depart.â You nodded ever so slightly and took his hand, he pulled you up like a feather off the floor, and motioned you to follow him to the kitchen. Levi kept his eyes on you as you left, but his glare didnât feel too harsh.
Erwin was kind enough to prepare some coffee along with aiding you both in cups of water, medicine and started to cook breakfast. You were quite distracted in how nice their apartment was, noting a few things again from last night. The glass windows to the patio were huge, the sleek black and white kitchen, the random ferns growing around the house. It felt inviting and modern overall, besides from the clutter left from the party.
âWhere do you live (y/n)? Armin told us youâre new in town,â he questioned while the watching the bacon and eggs simmer on the frying pan, his back towards you. You walked over to the sleek black countertop, realizing there was a stood hidden under it, so you pulled one out to sit on it while watching him cook.
âI just arrived in the area about two weeks ago so I havenât gotten an actual home yet,â you stated.
âThereâs plenty of nice apartments around town, you should rent one while youâre saving for a house.â
âUh..yeah..â You looked to your lap, but didnât notice Erwin look over his shoulder to see your sullen disposition. He grabbed the coffee pot and three cups, placing once in front of you and the other on two on the counter before filling them all.
âCan you afford it?â You felt chills shoot up your spin as the question came from behind you. There stood Levi in some comfortable sweat pants and a loose v-neck t-shirt, his jet black hair damp from what you guessed was his shower you blocked earlier. He took a seat beside you and picked up one of the cups of coffee. That statement was much bolder than you expected from strangers, not to mention the surprise of his presence. You hadnât heard him come up at all.
âUm..no.â You laughed nervously, scratching your cheek. âI own my Highlander, so until I could save up, Iâve been living out of my car.â
âThat sucks,â Levi hummed softly before taking a sip of his coffee. He sounded a bit sympathetic to be honest. While you were glancing at him, noting his strong jawbone and his round cheekbones, Erwin put down two plates of bacon, eggs and waffles. You had no idea where or when those waffles had been cooking.
âYou could live here with us,â Erwin smiled bright, causing Levi to practically choke on his black coffee, starling you overall.
âHuh?!â You and Levi yelped in sync, triggering a hearty laugh from Erwin.
âLevi and I had a roommate move out and havenât found a good fit to fill it for a couple months now. We do okay on our own financially but not being so strapped would be nice. You seem like youâd be a good fit, you already slept here without any trouble,â he snickered, your cheeks dusting a light pink. His blue orbs glanced over to Levi for his opinion. The raven sighed.
âSo long as you keep our common spaces clean. Donât expect us to pick up after you, brat.â In the end, Levi knew Erwin got his way, but most times his hunches were right. Not to mention, having a bit of extra cash in his wallet without working overtime would be pleasant.
Your eyebrow twitched, âIâm not a âbratâ, Iâm 25,â you bit your tongue to keep from saying anything worse.
âIâm 28, Erwinâs 30. Since weâre older be sure to treat us with the proper respect if you want to live here.â You stuck your tongue out at Levi, another laugh leaving Erwins lungs while Levi shrugged you off. This might not be so bad after all.
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A.N.: M.O.D. stands for Manager On Duty for those who donât know/were unsure
This is an on-going series, currently scheduled for 10 chapters, but subject to change.
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hi hi, i have a levi scenario request! so, the reader is known to act on an instant, driven by intuition, which makes her valuable soldier. but when she meets her crush levi at night while they both can't sleep she just suddenly kisses him without thinking about whats driven her to do that. and idk, levi's just perplex but he didn't dislike it. dk how to wrap it up, so u can choose! i hope this is alright! :)
Yoo thatâs acc a really good prompt thank you!
Iâm naming the fic after a song and YOU CANâT STOP ME-
Scrawny// Levi x reader
Word count: 1900+
Warnings: Mild swearing
Summary: Due to severe insomnia, you decide to wake your captain up and make him spar with you.
âCaptain. Caaaaptainnnnnn. Leeeviiii. Levi Heichouuuu. Captain Leeeeeeevi-â An irritated grunt sounded from inside the room. âName and business. Make it quick.â You gave yourself a little victory pump, an idiotic smile now plastered on your face. â(Y/N) sir! I need some help!â The door was whipped open by none other than your fuming captain, his permanent scowl looking extra pissed. âWhat in the actual name of hell are you doing here? Itâs past midnight, get your ass back to bed, and out of my office.â The wooden door was slammed in your face, startling you a bit as you let out a yelp and jumped. You huffed out, pouting a bit as you placed an elbow on the door, continuing to knock relentlessly. âHeiiichouuuuu. Pleaaaaaase help meeeeee. Levi heichouuuuuuuuu. I canât do it aloneeeee, itâd be pointlessssssss.â
How did you get into this situation?
Well.
You were initially going to stay put and just roll yourself to sleep, or at least try to. But the boredom became way too much for you to bear very quickly. Your mind debated between the sensible option, which was to just wait for the sun to rise, or to just get some training in. Specifically, get someone to spar with you. Everyone in your cabin was fast asleep at this ungodly hour, soft snores from the girls filling up the cozy space. You continued to toss and turn, forcing your eyes shut and trying to relax. You stayed still for about five minutes or so, before a loud snort resonated throughout the room, jolting you awake from your short lived peace. Groaning in annoyance, you glared towards the direction of the unwomanly sound, landing your eyes on Sasha, who was sound asleep in a weird position. It was already 1am. You had to wake at 5am. You werenât about to get any sleep anytime soon. Insomniaâs an actual bitch. Following your thoughts, you practically rolled out of your bed, trying to comb down your terrifyingly disheveled hair, before changing into some workout clothes, slipping on your shoes, and waddling towards the office of one person you were certain would be awake at this time- Captain Levi. Everyone in the Corps knew of his terrible sleep schedule, so you were positive he was still awake and working. In addition to that, you would rather die than admit it to the other cadets, but you were completely whipped for Levi, so just getting any form of time alone with him would be a blessing to you. Even if it was just to spar.
âHeichou please help me, I canât stand it any longerrrrrr, Iâm gonna die of boredom, do you feel me Levi heichouuuu-â The door you were leaning on so comfortably swung open, catching you off guard. You started to fall, nothing around being useful in supporting you. All Levi did was walk out of the way and watch your tiny body fly towards the hard wooden floor. âJesus brat, what the hell do you want from me?â You stood up rapidly, dusting yourself off, before scratching your head. âCan you spar with me?â Leviâs eyes widened, his mouth hanging open. âAre you serious right now?â You timidly nodded, chuckling dryly in a terrible attempt to alleviate the tense and awkward vibe of the situation. â(Y/L/N). You disturb me, at 1am, while Iâm doing paperwork, to spar? Couldnât this wait for tomorrow? Go back to sleep, this is an order.â He proceeded to walk back into his office, hand reaching out for the door handle. You laughed lightheartedly, keeping the door open with your foot. âLevi heichouuu, Iâm sure you know how big of a bitch insomnia is, will you help a fellow poor sufferer out? Pretttty pleaaaase?â There was no way Levi was about to reject that request. How could he when you were acting so cute? Your whiny ass could melt even the coldest of people, himself included.
The minute you joined the Survey Corps, Levi already had his eyes on you. According to the information Shadis gave him, you were an extremely valuable asset when it came to scheming and fighting. Your intuition was like none other. It was impressive. Perhaps even more impressive than Sashaâs. During battle, your pure gut instincts have saved many soldiers. Most of them knew the name (Y/N) as the insanely accurate fortune teller. You knew exactly where titans would be, and how they would attack. That combined with your logic, made you an excellent tactician. What brought you down, were your physical skills. You were never the fittest person, often times collapsing after only five laps around the training area. You barely passed the ODM gear test, and almost broke a bone sparring with Connie. CONNIE. Since then, Levi has noticed you skipping dinner and training in your free time, whether it was just normal working out, or practising punches and kicks. He had initiated conversations with you before, usually starting off serious, but those talks usually turned into dumb arguments over questions like whether you could eat medicine with tea, or whether Eren was actually dysphoric. As months passed by, you became one of the few people that managed to get close to Levi. Although the captain may not show it, he had to admit, he has grown quite fond of you with time too.
âGood lord, fine, you scrawny ass brat. Iâll spar with you for an hour and an hour only. No buts. Consider yourself lucky Iâm actually giving into your ridiculous request.â You beamed, jumping up and down like a child seeing a cotton candy machine, then crossing your arms over your chest, giving Levi a fake pout. âThank you so much cap! For the record, Iâm not scrawny!â He only grunted in response, letting you drag him to the training grounds. On the way, you sensed something off. No, scratch that, there was just a weird vibe. It was like something waiting to happen, but you couldnât quite pinpoint what it was exactly. You were skeptical for a bit, before you let it go and took it as sheer paranoia.
â(Y/L/N), youâre getting better.â You were completely drenched in sweat at this point, your muscles aching like crazy. You two had been sparring for about thirty minutes only, and somehow you were already worn out, whilst Levi was still completely fine, not a single drop of sweat evident. âCâmon cadet, you can do better than this. You asked me to spar with you, bring it.â You huffed out, panting like a thirsty dog, arms on your knees. âYeah, hold on, just give me one second to just-â You took in a few deep breaths, before stretching your arms and legs, getting into a fighting stance again. âOkay, I think Iâm all good captain.â Levi sent out a tiny smirk, charging towards you without warning. He sent a punch toward your jaw, missing by mere centimetres as you dodged it, grabbing his arm, knocking him off his feet, and throwing him to the ground. âWhooo! I finally won! Once!â You cheered a bit too early. Within seconds, you were flipped over again, the captainâs lean figure now hovering over you in a straddle. âGuard up until the opponent either passes out, dies, or surrenders. Thatâs rule number one of fighting. That was a pretty impressive throw though, Iâll give you that.â You sighed in defeat, tapping out quickly. âSeriously? Youâre going to give up like that? Thatâs not the (Y/N) I know.â You thought about that for a second. âYou know what captain? Youâre right.â Smirking evilly, you got into a guard position, kicking your legs up to wrap around his chest as you rolled over, hovering over him in a mount.
Maybe you were dumb. Or maybe you were too immersed in the fight. But you didnât realise how close you and Levi were until then. Your face burned multiple different shades of red as you went silent for a few moments, Levi staring at you in confusion. âOi, what did I tell you about not being distracted during a fight?â He tried to shift into a better position, when your hand came down onto his collar. Should I do this? You were about to take a huge risk. Your brain was desperately trying to stop you from doing god knows what next. However your heart was throbbing, messing with your thought process. You felt that weird, tingly vibe in the air again, this time paying close attention to it instead of just ignoring it like the last time. Maybe this is the worldâs way of telling me to do this thing? Is it? You pondered over the thought, staying as still as a statue. â(Y/F/N)? Did you listen to a word I said-â
You know what? To hell with your doubts and worries.
Grabbing the soft fabric of his shirt, you harshly pulled him towards you, attacking his lips with your own as you refused to let go, squeezing your own eyes shut. He was audibly shocked, giving out a tiny yelp as you continued to kiss him. His hair tickled your forehead, his breaths tickled your face, the fact that you were kissing your captain tickled every single little thing inside of you. For a few moments, you could hear your embarrassment buzzing in your own ears, before you finally pulled away, lowering Levi back down to the ground as you let go of his shirt. Your eyes widened at what you just did, your entire body going hot as you took your time to let the fact that you just kissed your hot, badass, midget captain sink in. Your hand went up to cover your mouth as you gave a muffled scream, getting off of him immediately and apologising profoundly. âU-uh I think thatâs probably enough sparring for tonight, Iâll go see if I can go back to sleep now. Goodnight cap!â You screamed as you ran back to the cabin, completely flustered and feeling very hot. Slamming the cabin door close, you looked around, to see a tall figure sitting up from her bed, turning on a lamp. â(Y/N)...? What are you doing in workout clothes? And⊠why are you all red and sweaty?â You jumped, cursing a bit at Mikasaâs question as the other girls started to wake up from the noise that you made. âI- uh, itâs a long storyâŠ.â Ymir smirked, before placing an arm on your shoulder. âDonât worry. Get changed, and weâll have all night to talk about it.â The other girls agreed, sending you evil looks as you grabbed your sleeping clothes and proceeded to clean up and change, your risky move from just now still circling your mind like a hive of annoying ass bees.
Meanwhile, Levi could not comprehend what the hell just happened. Did she just kiss me? He fixed his collar, which was now dirtied and wrinkled as he scrunched his nose at the disgraceful sight. âTch, that brat, running away as if I would be on her ass for the rest of her life as a soldier after she did that.â He let his hand go up to touch his lips, seemingly fascinated by how he didnât resist or anything. He was beyond confused. Never in a billion years did he expect to be kissed by someone in the military, let alone someone in his own squad. He tried to ignore his cheeks that were feeling warm as he dusted himself off, standing up and walking back to his office, mumbling to himself.
âWhyâd you run away so quickly (Y/N)? I didnât say I disliked that or anything.
Hoe hoe hoe I have finally finished this req! This was so fun to write oh lord I was laughing to myself-
This one goes into the short kings clanđđ
Hope you liked it anonđ„șđđđ
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survey by ehxsnos
First lets get the basics out of the way...
What's your name?
Robyn.
How old are you?
22.
Where are you from?
Philippines.
What color are your eyes and hair?
Eyes are dark brown, hair is black.
When were you born?
April 21.
Now for the fun stuff!
Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed?
Closed. Some people can fall asleep with their closet doors open (and this is a thing in the first place??)? I could imagine that would irritate me to death, and I wouldnât be able to fall asleep until I got up and closed it.
How many people have you slept with this week?
Zero.
What size is your bed?
Just a twin size. Itâs all I need for now.
What do you drink with dinner?
Cold water, always. We also usually have other drinks served at the dinner table - Coke, buko juice, and iced tea - but I never drink anything else.
What do you dip a chicken nugget in?
Barbecue sauce.
Last person you kissed/kissed you?
You know who it was, I donât feel like continuing to mention them on surveys as often as I used to any more.
What movies could you watch over and over and still love?
Two for the Road, The Proposal, and Toy Story.
What is your usual bedtime?
From Monday to Friday Iâm usually passed out anytime between 10 PMâ12 AM. Itâs a different story on weekends; revenge bedtime procrastination is my thing now, so I go to bed anywhere from 2â5 AM.
When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween?
I always had different outfits on per year, but they were always the generic ones that we could buy costumes of at the mall â pirate, Tinkerbell, mermaid, etc. I didnât start getting resourceful and/or witty with my Halloween choices until I was about 14 or 15 when I first went as AJ Lee.
Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?
February last year when I had my grad photo taken.
Take a vitamin daily?
I am guilty of skipping my vitamins lol.
What do you wear to bed?
I answer this all the tiiiiiime but I like wearing super-thin clothes so itâd feel airy while I sleep. I donât exactly live in the chilliest country in the world.
Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?
Canât relate.
Ever have plastic surgery?
No.
Do you want kids?
I would love to have kids, yeah.
Where did your last kiss take place?
Outside of that personâs car, just right before they got inside.
Four words to explain why you last threw up?
I had a fever coming in and was starting to feel nauseous.
Last thing you ate?
Adobo.
Do you get your nails done?
Nope.
When did your last relationship end?
September.
So tell us, what room ARE you in?
Iâm in my bedroom.
How many stories does your home have?
Three if you count the rooftop.
Do you own headphones?
No. The one I have in my room is my dadâs; he just lets me borrow it.
Have you ever...
Gotten a Brazillian wax?
No, never tried having that yet. Being waxed looks like it hurts, so Iâve stayed away from it to this day lol.
Gotten so drunk you couldnât remember wtf you did?
Only a handful of times as I try not to get to that point, but yes, itâs happened before.
Been called a bitch?
Sure.
Slut?
No.
Pierced anything?
I have a couple of piercings, but nothing I pierced myself.
Had a tattoo?
Not yet.
Smoked a cigarette?
Yes, but I actively try to make it a point not to form it into a habit.
Smoked weed?
Nope.
Missed someone so bad you couldnât eat or sleep?
Sure, this has happened back when I still felt this way about the person.Â
Worked out at a gym?
No, never at a gym. Iâd feel too self-conscious to get a gym membership altogether haha. In the brief time I worked out, I only did it at home.Â
Snuck out of the house?
No. With my parents, itâs much safer to ask permission than attempt to be sneaky since they always say yes anyway.
Whatâs the nearest furry object?
That would be Kimi.
Is the room you are in messy?
I would say itâs messy in my momâs eyes but relatively neater than the average bedroom I would see at my friendsâs and relativesâ houses. My mom just has ridiculous sky-high expectations when it comes to neatness and Iâve stopped bothering to meet them years ago.
What is the single largest item in your house?
Either the living room couch or my parentsâ bed, not sure which would ultimately take up more space.
When did you first become interested in sex?
I mean I remember starting to explore porn when I was maybe 13 or 14, so those ages would be safe guesses.
How much money did you spend today?
Zero and I plan on making it remain at zero. Payday is taking so long though :((((
What is the biggest amount of money you have ever had at one time?
I think I had to hold around â±7,000 in bills at one point in high school when my mom asked me to pay for something tuition-related.
What kind of cell phone do you have?
iPhone 8. It sounds more and more ancient with each year that passes lmaooo.
Have you ever been under anesthesia?
Never, and I hope I never have to? Iâm scared of the things that could come out of my mouth.
Which Disney parks have you been to?
None of them.
What does your bed comforter look like?
Blue.
When did you last cry?
Yesterday, from watching an emotional clip.
When is the last time you took medicine?
Start of June.
What was the medicine for?
It was to treat my UTI. I was already feeling so much better by the time I had to take that last pill, but I was instructed to take it for a certain period of time so I was just following the schedule.
What kind of health insurance do you have?
Iâve actually never tried looking into the specifics of it. I know health insurance is part of my job, but I donât even fully understand insurance yet HAHA and the thought of it makes me anxious so I havenât read too much into the kind of insurance I have and the inclusions I can avail from it.
What is your birth control method of choice?
I donât have a preferred one. Iâve only been with a girl, so I havenât had the chance to explore methods I could gravitate towards.
How much do you spend on your parents for Christmas?
Several thousands of pesos, usually.
If you were given $1k and had to use it on 1 purchase, what would you buy?
Like, I was challenged to finish it off on one thing? Iâd get an iPhone 12.
Have your parents ever caught you drinking?
They never caught me drinking when I was not yet allowed to drink. Now that they know I do drink, thereâs no âcatchingâ that happens; they donât mind me downing a bottle of soju from time to time.
Have you ever crawled through a window?
I may have as a kid.
What do you spend most of your money on?
Food delivery, heh. :)))))))) Itâs my favorite way to spoil myself.
Is there a secret you've never told your parents?
Yup.
Do you still have pictures of you & your ex?
Yes. Iâm definitely a photo hoarder regardless of the person, so sheâs not an isolated case; I also still have photos of people who arenât in my life anymore, like Athenna and Sofie. I just donât look at photos of me and Gab anymore, but they are definitely still around. Deleting them would be like deleting the last six years of my life and that sounds a little unfair.
Has someone ever spread a nasty rumor about you?
Someone spread a rumor that I was bi and dating Andi back in 6th grade but I wouldnât call that nasty.
How many rooms does your house have?
It originally had three, but we had the balcony renovated into another bedroom, for my brother; so now we technically have four.
Would you sex tape with you in it for 3 million dollars?
As long as I felt safe in the environment and with the person/people, sure.
Are you happier single or in a relationship?
There are different kinds of happiness you can get from either; I donât believe this is something that should be compared.
Do you have curly hair?
No.
What is a compliment you receive often?
That I write well.
How tall are you?:
5âČ1âł.
Who was the last person to say they loved you and when?
Not sure, maybe one of my parents or one of my best friends.
What is the last thing you said aloud?
âAlready?â Cooper was nipping at my hoodie and he was able to destroy a part of the underside in like three minutes.
What was the last thing you had to drink?
Coffee.
What is one thing that can ALWAYS be found in your freezer?
At least one type of frozen goods, like tocino or hotdogs.
How many pets do you own?
Two.
How old will you be turning on your next birthday?
Iâll be 23.
Last time you went out of town?
January.
First thing you wash in the shower?
My hair, then I work my way down.
What kind of shampoo & conditioner do you use?
I use a Dove shampoo and a Pantene conditioner.
Do you own something from Hot Topic?
No.
Have you ever bought anything from Pac Sun?
I donât think so. We donât have that here so thereâs no reason for me to own anything from there.
How often do you hold hands with someone?
Never. Thatâs a sensation I miss, for sure. But Iâm fine â this is just my period talking HAHAHA
What was the most recent thing you bought?
I got a Zinger from KFC because I was craving for fast food at 1 AM yesterday.
Could you ever forgive a cheater?
Considering how stupid I can get when it comes to love, probably yes in certain situations.
Do you have Verizon?
No.
Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?
To a very, very tiny extent, especially compared to my siblings. Iâm nowhere close to being a brat, though.Â
Have you ever been pregnant?
No.
What is your average cell phone bill?
Iâm on prepaid, so I load up my phone every week with a certain amount instead of paying for a consolidated bill every month.
How many piercings do you have?
Two.
Do you start the water before you get in the shower or when you get in?
I turn it on only once Iâve gotten in.
Have you ever had stitches?
Nope and Iâm terrified of the thought. I hope Iâll never have to need any.
Do you think itâs right for straight guys to get their tongue pierced?
Eugh, outdated question. Next.
Are you more of a coffee or alcohol drinker?
Coffee.
Do you have a wireless keyboard and mouse?
No. I donât use a mouse and my keyboard is already built into my laptop.
How many songs are on your iPod or MP3 player?
I donât regularly use either anymore.
Where did you get that shirt you're wearing?
Iâm pretty certain this is a hand-me-down from my mom.
What are your petâs names?
Kimi and Cooper.
Honestly, are you in love right now?
Nope.
Honestly, what color is your underwear?
Blue.
Honestly, do you think you are attractive?
Some days.
Honestly, do your wrists hurt?
Haha no, but my back and shoulders do.
Honestly, wouldn't you rather be having sex right now?
Sure.
What would you do if the doctor told you that you were pregnant?
Continued from this morning. Figure out a way to tell my parents without getting hit.
Was there anyone who "made your day"?
Today? Not really.
Are you vegeterian?
Nope.
How many windows are open in your computer?
Two of Chrome, one of Spotify.
Do you read Perez Hilton?
Ew, no. Does that guy still do stuff???
Is there a baby in the room with you right now?
No.
Do you plan on moving within the next year?
Itâs nice to daydream about but likely not gonna happen.
Have you been to a baby shower?
No.
What brand is your computer?
Apple.
How many cars can fit in your driveway?
4-5 if we really want to make the most out of the available space, but at present it only has 2.
Are you taller than your mom?
Nah. Everyone thought I would be, but then I just stopped growing. I am now the shortest member in the family hahaha.
Are you a cuddler?
Only with significant others. I would feel uncomfortable if a non-SO cuddled me as I am not a touchy person to begin with, except when it comes to hugs.
Sleep on your back or stomach?
Stomach. I could never sleep on my back; I feel too exposed.
Do you go to the bathroom with the door open or closed?
I always close the bathroom doors. Kimi has the tendency to pee on the bathroom floor so I make sure he doesnât follow me in there.
Do you dress for style or comfort?
More for style. I do take comfort into account, but looking nice and feeling confident in my outfit honestly takes precedence for me.
Think of the last time you were angry. Why were you angry?
15,000 cases today.
Would you marry someone if they were unable to have sex?
Yeah. It would even be a bit of a relief, honestly, because it means less pressure for me to have sex to please my partner.
Have you ever made a boyfriend or girlfriend cry?
Yes, both happy and sad tears.
Does heartbreak really feel as bad as it sounds?
It depends on the person, I guess. Some can handle breakups well, and Iâm not one of them.
How long has it been since you had sex?
It would be 7 months this April.
Who was the last person to call you babe?
My ex probably.
Last reason you went to the ER?
Iâve never been to.
Were you a planned pregnancy for your parents?
Yeah. They were having trouble conceiving at first, but my mom eventually found out she was pregnant with me on her 27th birthday.
How old was your mom when she gave birth to you?
^ 27.
Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?
Yes, many times.
When was the last time you shaved your legs?
A couple of weeks ago. Iâve been meaning to shave again but Iâve just been sooooooo lazy.
What facial cleanser do you use?
I donât use any products on my skin.
Do you use a blowdryer?
Nope.
How many purses do you own?:
3 â I now have more than one! Haha. A month ago I had to buy bayongs from this small business for these PR kits we needed to send out and they included a couple of purses as freebies. Since weâre all working from home, I got to keep them since I was the one who placed the order heheh.
What are your top five favorite stores to shop for clothes?
I really just stop by stalls of small businesses I see at the mall and see what trendy pieces I can get from them.
What kind of clothes do you mostly wear?
I like halter and tank tops, paired with denim jeans.
What about shoes?
Sneakers. Youâll rarely see me wearing anything else.
Have you ever cheated on the significant other that you have now?
For that one week a month, do you hate being a woman?
Iâll feel icky about it every now and then, especially if my flow happens to be heavy; but for the most part I donât have any complaints. I think bleeding out every month is actually kind of fucking hardcore.
What are your first thoughts when your visitor visits?
Be relieved. Iâve never had irregularity issues with my period, so every time it comes it usually serves as a reassurance that there continues to be no problem.
Favorite underwear brand?
Donât have any.
Last thing you bought at the mall?
Three new pods for my vape.
Do your parents like your boyfriend/girlfriend?
What color are your pillows?
Theyâre the same style as my current bedsheet, so theyâre also blue.
What if an ex asked to be back in your life?
I think it would be nice if we would at least have lunch somewhere to catch up, then ask her what led her to that point.
Donât you just love DVR?
We didnât use it often.
If you're on a laptop, how much charge does it have left?
93%.
Last gift you recieved?
I got lunch from Bea after our virtual event with the media for one of our clients. Later that day, Kata also had banana bread delivered to my place :)
Lesson you recently learned?
What to do when my candle starts tunneling, which I had looked up literally no more than 5 minutes ago because it started happening to my scented candle :(
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meet me in the middle || loginceÂ
chapter one â from the top, everyone!
summary: logan & roman are enemies. they get into a heated argument in the middle of the hallway and remus tries to put an end to the fight in a very remus way. no angst, just two boys bickering.
pairings: eventual logince (in a future chapter), dukeceit (if you squint)
tw: very brief mentions of alcohol, smoking, and violence (like all of that in one sentence)
word count: 2128
taglist: @dragonwithproblems
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The first time he saw Logan, Roman was working at his dadâs flower shop. Roman was busy trimming the newly-arrived flowers, and he wouldnât have noticed Loganâs presence if it werenât for Remusâs loud, boisterous laughter. If he were any other customer, he wouldnât have cared and went back to trimming flowers.Â
He observed their exchange from a distance, wondering why the hell this guy looked like he was going to a fancy dinner with visiting relatives. His whole getup screamed ârich stuck-up nerdâ and yet he appeared to be getting along well with Remusâhis twin brother who is by far the most chaotic person Roman has ever met.
The second time he saw Logan, Roman was on the brink of falling asleep in Chemistry. To be fair, it was his last class of the day and he was running on 3 hours of sleep. His phone started ringing, startling him and causing everyone in the room to look in his direction. He stammered out an apology to their Chemistry teacher then put his phone on silent. It was embarrassing. For a brief moment, he made eye contact with Logan. He recognized him as the guy that bought a single sunflower and dressed like a rich stuck-up nerd.Â
The third time he saw Logan, Roman was at the cafeteria. He was sitting with Patton and Janus, his best friends since the first year of high school. Remus would sit with them once in a while, but more often than not, he wouldnât even be caught dead in the cafeteria.Â
It was quite a shock for both the twins when Remus was invited to sit at another table. A few tables away, Roman gave his brother a thumbs up. That was when he noticed who his brother was sitting with. It was the rich stuck-up nerd from Chemistry class and some guy in a hoodie who had his back turned to him. Maybe he was wrong about this guy. Maybe he wasnât some stuck-up privileged kid. If he befriended his brother just like that, theyâd probably get along well, too.Â
The fourth time he saw Logan, Roman was at the library. He was studying for his finals and he figured that the library would have the least amount of distractions. He sat at the most secluded area he could find, which was somewhere near the Young Adult section. At some point, he had gotten bored and decided that he deserved a break, and what better way to relax than with a fun lighthearted story?Â
As Roman looked through the variety of books available, he spotted a familiar figure. From across the aisle, he saw the rich stuck-upâprobably not a stuck-upânerd. It seemed that Logan had felt a pair of eyes on him, seeing as he looked in Romanâs direction. Roman immediately turned away and pretended to be interested in a random book he grabbed. How embarrassing would it be if he had been caught staring?
The fifth time he saw Logan, Roman was at Espresso Feelings, his favorite independent little coffee shop. Pattonâs parents own the place and Roman loves their coffee. He was craving for their chocolate chip cookies and wanted to get his caffeine fix as well before he went to work, so he stopped by and bought breakfast for both him and Remus. He was slightly surprised to see Logan sitting by the window with his laptop in front of him. For once, he actually had casual clothing on. Not a lot of people from their school knew about the place, but heâd see a few familiar faces here and there. Logan appeared to be busy though, so he didnât try to bother him.Â
The first time he finally met Logan, Roman was running for student body president. It was during the campaign period. Roman felt awkward running against his brotherâs best friend, but Remus assured him that Logan didnât mind. He had been busy all week, making sure everything was going as planned. Remus helped with the posters. He was sure that he was going against someone equally as competent as he was, so Roman had to work extra hard. He wanted to win, but so did Logan.
It was at the main entrance of the school. Roman saw Logan speaking with someone on the phone, and he saw an opportunity. They hadnât formally met or spoken to each other yet, despite Remus inviting him over often, and it has almost been a year. It must be because of how many plans Roman usually has on the weekends.Â
âHey, Iâm Roman. You probably already know that, but just to be sure.â Roman says as he extends a hand for Logan to shake. He seemed like the professional type. Or maybe itâs how he naturally dressed, but Roman wasnât going to criticize his fashion sense on their first proper meeting.
Logan shakes his hand hesitantly. âYes, I do know that. Iâm Logan, but you probably know that as well.âÂ
âWell, it was nice to officially meet you. Iâd love to stay and chat, but unfortunately, I am quite busy. Iâll see you around, Logan.âÂ
He knew it was wrong to eavesdrop on people, but as soon as Roman walked away, Logan returned to his phone call, and Roman couldnât help but hear it.Â
âAh sorry, I was speaking with Roman. Yes, him, the one thatâs also running for student body president. What do you mean âhave I done the mathâ? Of course I have. I donât even have to gather statistical data to know that. Thereâs no way heâs winning, you know Iâm only pretending to be civil.â
Bitch.
And that was how it all began.
No one had any idea how it all started. One moment the Drama Club was doing a scene study, the next theyâre watching their club president have a shouting match with the Debate Clubâs president.Â
It happened oftenâthe fighting. Most times, the other club officers of the two clubs would have to coordinate in order to make sure that their club meetings arenât scheduled on the same day. It was bad enough that their rooms are literally across each other, even worse whenever Roman and Logan would catch a glimpse of each other in the hallway. They fought like two divorced parents who had to split custody among their many children. Or at least thatâs how both clubs would describe it.Â
Those two fought over everything. From last yearâs student government elections to who was the better club president. It had gotten so bad that even the teachers refused to try and intervene.Â
There was one time when Mr. Clements, one of the most feared teachers in the school, threatened to either give them detention or send them to the principalâs office. This was the only time anyone had ever seen Roman and Logan join forces. Logan destroyed him by pulling out a list that contained complaints from other students that could end his career. The list ranged from drinking alcoholic beverages in class, allowing students to buy their grades, to threatening students with violence. Roman, on the other hand, had voice recordings and video evidence to support the statements in Loganâs list.Â
Only a few people had ever attempted to stop their quarrels and succeeded in doing so.Â
âItâs your fault for starting this argument in the first place!â Logan shouts angrily at Roman.Â
âOh, so itâs my fault now? You were the one yelling at us from the hallway to keep it down! In the middle of our scene study! At least I didnât barge in on your verbal duels to complain about how loud you all are yelling at each other!â Roman lashes out as he jabbed a finger into Loganâs chest.Â
âIn his defense, youâre both verbally dueling in the middle of the hallway when we should be having our club meeting,â Janus says from the side claimed by the Debate Club. The students from both clubs have poured out into the hallway to watch their club presidents fight.
Roman glared at his friend. âSo youâre taking his side now?â
Janus put his hands up in defense. âIâm doing no such thing!â
News traveled fast, and soon enough, even the Creative Writing Club from down the hall was watching the two argue.Â
âYou know what? Iâm done with this. Go do whatever it is you do in your club.â Logan says.Â
âBoohoo, are you going to start crying in front of everyone?â Roman mocks. The audience gasps.
Logan clenches his fist. âSo now youâre calling me a baby? I am trying to end this fight and be the bigger person and yet you are being immature!â
The audience oohs at the retort.Â
Before any of the two could let out another insult, two frying pans were swung dangerously at their heads, which wouldâve given them a severe concussion if it werenât for Janus pulling them to the side just in time. The frying pans fell on the floor with a clang. Everyone was silent.
âThat almost hit me!â Roman scolded his twin brother, who for some reason, managed to bring two frying pans to school.Â
The sight of Remus alone intimidated most of the audience, which was enough to send them all scurrying back to their respective classrooms. This left Roman, Logan, Remus, and Janus in the hallway.Â
âThat wholeâŠâ Janus gestures vaguely at Remusâs outfit. â...punk look youâve got going on is really something. You should wear leather jackets more often. Makes you look scary.â He left without another word.Â
âWhat?â Remus said dumbly.
âI donât know? Iâll have to ask him about that later.â Roman replied, furrowing his brows in confusion.
âAre you two serious? Janus simply complimented Remusâs outfit.â Logan said slowly as if he were talking to children.Â
They stood in complete silence for a few seconds. Roman and Logan seem to have momentarily forgotten about what they were arguing about.Â
âSo, whatâre my two favorite people up to?â Remus asked as he put an arm around their shoulders, pulling them close.
âYou tried to kill me!â Roman screeched, pushing his brother away from him.
âWas it my fault?â Remus asked, dragging the vowels. âYâall were fighting so loud, it was almost like being asked to be hit on the head with a frying pan.â
Logan hummed in agreement. âThat is fair, Iâll give you that.â
âNow I see why you two are even friends,â Roman muttered. He picked up the two frying pans and handed them back to his brother. âWhereâd you even get these?â
âI stole them!â Remus grinned.
âYes, very good Remus, now if this is all settled, I have a club to return t-â
âYouâre encouraging my brother to steal?!âÂ
âHe was honest!â
Before another round of fighting could occur, their respective club vice presidents had to pull them back into their respective classrooms. Roman huffed but allowed himself to be dragged back into the room, glaring daggers at Logan, who was also being dragged away, before the door was shut.Â
All eyes fell on Roman as he regained composure. With only 20 minutes left of their supposed âclub meetingâ, there was no way they were going to be able to finish their activity. Roman coughed awkwardly.
âSo, ice cream anyone?â Roman suggested.
The room erupted with cheers. Roman happily led the group of 20+ theater kids, raising a middle finger to Logan, who opened the door to see what the commotion was all about. The Drama Club chanted âice cream! ice cream!â as they marched through the halls, following the leader to the nearest ice cream parlor.Â
Ice & Virtue was Romanâs favorite ice cream parlor. Objectively, Whatâs The Scoop? had better ice cream than they did, but this one had sentimental value. This was where he and Remus would go to after school every Friday and they would try to guess peopleâs life stories based on their mood and outfit. Sometime last year, after the student government elections, Janus and Patton joined the twins on their weekly ice cream ritual.Â
It was a mess.
Janus caused a scene with Remus, then Logan walked in with some emo-looking guy. Janus immediately started attacking Logan, the emo guy walked out, and Remus stood there laughing at his best friend getting verbally attacked. They almost got banned from the establishment if it werenât for Roman and Patton clearing up the situation.Â
The Drama Club crammed into the tiny ice cream parlor, causing a ruckus as soon as they entered the parlor. As club president, Roman felt that it was necessary to treat the club members once in a while. Also, it made him better than Logan, therefore moving him up in the leaderboard.Â
10 points to Roman for being cool.
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Of Latteâs and Lingerie- Chapter 6
Iâm delirious, sleep deprived and high on caffeine but I did the the thing so whoâs really winning here? Anyways, if you havenât already, hereâs the previous chapters 1 2 3 4 5 or a link to AO3. Also, if you wanna be added to the taglist please tell me, Iâm a whore for praise. Hope this doesnât suck. Rock and Roll.
Taglist: @catsssmeow
Marinette woke up feeling like someone had shoved a wad of cotton balls in her mouth. God she hated wine. One would think that after years of âwine nightsâ with Alya, sheâd realize she should never participate in them on work nights. Marinette glanced halfheartedly at her phone, searching for the time.
7:00
âFUCK!â
Marinette jumped up like sheâd been prodded with a hot poker. She ran to her little chest of drawers and frantically grabbed the first pair of pants she saw. As she attempted to put them on, she simultaneously hopped toward her closet. After a quick analysis she grabbed a blouse that she only hoped complimented her pants. Marinette shimmied her way into her blouse and made her way into the bathroom. Tikki sat on the countertop glaring at her
âMeow.â
Marinette grabbed her toothbrush and squirted a generous amount of toothpaste on the bristles.
âI know Tikki but I have to be at work in an hour and god knows what trafficâs gonna be like.â Marinette brushed her teeth with purpose, contemplating the agenda of the day. She was never drinking with Alya on a Tuesday night ever again.
Marinette groaned at herself. She hated going to work without makeup. Because every single time without fail, Audrey had a passive aggressive comment to make.
Mari I know a good makeup artist if you ever need any tips.
Did someone die? You look awful.
Audrey was right. She was a bitch.
Marinette briskly walked into the kitchen and started the coffee pot, grumbling to herself about bitchy bosses. She checked the time on the oven.
7:05
Marinette began calculating. If she left by 7:15, she would be fine. That gave her 45 minutes to make a half hour drive. Sheâd make it with time to spare.
Audrey put up with a lot more from Marinette than she did from most people (for the sake of art, as she would say) but Marinette was not looking to push the limits. While she waited for the coffee to brew, she grabbed Tikkiâs food from the pantry and poured it in the bowl. Tikki didnât so much as glance at Marinette as she strolled into the kitchen and began eating her food. Marinette grabbed her brush from the counter of the bar and started brushing her hair wildly. When the coffee pot beeped impatiently at her, she quickly filled up her mug and one to go coffee for the road. It was gonna be one of those days.
Marinette put her hair in a quick sloppy French braid that fell down to just the center of her shoulder blades and gulped down her first coffee. When she glanced back up at the oven clock she sighed harshly.
7:10
Marinette grabbed her purse, chugged the last bit of coffee from her mug and slipped on some flats she kept near the door.
âBye Tikki, I love you!â
âŠ
When Adrien woke up he was more than a little disoriented. He couldnât see a thing and he couldnât breathe but he could feel fur buried in his face.
âPhlghhh.â His voice was muffled by the cat laying peacefully across his face. Adrien picked the cat up and held him up above his head.
âIs this what weâre doing now?â Plagg stared back with disinterest. Once Adrien set Plagg down on the empty side of the bed, he glanced at his beeping alarm clock.
7:00
Adrien sighed contentedly and strolled into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. His favorite part of his job was the late start. He had three hours of peace before he had to be at work so Adrien relished in it.
âPlagg, what do we want for breakfast?â Plagg elected not to dignify Adrien with a response.
âYeah, I was thinking cereal too.â
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No. nO. NO. NOOOO.
Thatâs what went through Marinetteâs head when she got about 15 minutes down the road and realized she left the to go coffee sitting on the counter. It was at this point that Marinette began bargaining with herself.
If I drive five miles per hour over the speed limit for the next five miles and stop lightly but maybe not all the way at Dupont Circle, then Iâll have time to pick up an order from Dunnâs. Maybe I could call the store? God I hope Tim is there.
âŠ
âAlright Plagg. Iâm gonna go to Dunnâs. Iâll see you after work.â
âMeow.â Plagg didnât so much as lift his head from the couch
âDonât judge me! Itâs perfectly normal for people to have multiple cups of coffee a day. Good day to you sir.â
âMeow.â Adrien scowled as he stepped in to the hall.
âI SAID GOOD DAY!â
Adrien probably wouldâve laughed to himself if he didnât happen to walk into the hall at the same time as three other residents in his apartment complex. He had to trudge his way to the elevator, avoiding eye contact with every living thing in his periphery. Is this what his father meant when he asked Adrien not to make a fool of himself?
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âThank you, Tim. Youâre a lifesaver, Iâll be there in 5!â Marinette hung up the phone and glanced at the clock.
7:30
Marinette did the math. She was at the light just in front of Dunnâs and she did the math faster than sheâd ever done any math in her life.
Her job was only 15 minutes away from Dunnâs. If it took 5 minutes to get in, pay and get out, the light would probably be about 3 minutes long to turn in and out of Dunnâs. If you add all that together, plus the walk from the work parking lot to the door (which Marinette estimated to be about 5 more minutes), and if she was lucky, so very lucky, Audrey wouldnât notice her being 1 minute late.
The things Marinette does for coffee.
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Adrien was able to find his usual spot. He was able to order his usual mocha frappe and he was a little disappointed (but unsurprised) to see Marinette was not in her usual spot. Adrien had noticed after weeks of people watching that Marinette didnât come to Dunnâs until after 5 pm, at which point she was usually frantically working on something. Adrien had also noticed that when he came in at about 7:30 every morning, he was the only person who would actually come in and sit down. Now, Adrien didnât always go to Dunnâs twice a day⊠but he did it more often than he cared to admit.
âYou know I give you all my money. I feel like you should at least take me out to dinner,â Adrien had joked.
âNice try sweet cheeks,â Tim had said as he handed Adrien his change.
Adrien loved Dunnâs. What a peacefully, predictable and wonderful place.
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âYes. yES YES! YEEEEES!â
Marinette was right on schedule. She was screeching into Dunnâs at exactly 7:33 and sheâd never been more proud of herself in her life.
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Just as Adrien was beginning to settle in, the door busted open. Marinette arrived in the most ridiculous fashion Adrien had ever seen. She had a debit card in one hand, a shoe in another and she was breathing incredibly hard, as though sheâd run a marathon. Her purse slipped from her shoulder to her elbow and it seemed like what had once been a French braid, was now a French mess because while the top of her head seemed to present her hair in a beautiful plait, as you moved down you could see that her hair was falling, falling ,falling until it was sprawled across her back.
âTim, please tell me itâs already made?â Tim looked at her with wide eyes and a cautious expression.
âUm, I think Iâll add another shot of espresso while you pay, just uh, swipe.â
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âFuck me,â Marinette muttered. She dropped her shoe to the ground and tried to wriggle her foot back into it as she swiped her debit card.
âAre you okay Marinette?â
 Now at this moment, Marinette froze in horror and a series of realizations hit her all at once. Number one, sheâd forgot to put a hair tie in after braiding her hair that morning. Number two, she had walked into Dunnâs with only one shoe. Number three, when Tim said on the phone about 6 minutes earlier that the shop had been dead, he hadnât meant empty. And finally, number four, the hot boy was sitting in his table in the corner.
âOh, um yes! Just late! But I need coffee, and I left mine at home so Iâm late and I stopped for coffee⊠Stress.â Marinette could practically see the word vomit coming from her mouth. This really was one of those days.
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Adrien could physically see the stress on Marinetteâs face before the word even came out of her mouth. He could tell she was nervous before her other words stumbled out too and Adrien felt awful for her.
âWell, maybe I can help! Here, I always keep an extra hair tie in my wallet for one of my friends. Sheâs kind of obsessive about her hair. Do you want to borrow it?â He could see a touch of relief in Marinetteâs face.
âOh my gosh. Thatâs really sweet, thank you!â Adrien glanced in the back and saw Tim give him a wink before busying himself with Marinetteâs coffee.
âYou know, we keep running into each other, but itâd be nice to actually plan a time to meet up. Why donât I give you my number?â
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Marinette was hyperventilating just a bit. There was a lot going on and it was very overwhelming. And that was the excuse she would give Alya when she explained the events that transpired there in that coffee shop.
She had handed the hot boy her phone and just as heâd handed it back, Tim had come back with the coffee. Without so much as a sideways glance at her phone, she snatched the coffee and turned briefly to face the hot boy.
âThank you! Late. Really late. Gotta go. Lext you tater.â And with that, she gave Tim an appreciative nod, and ran out the door.
When she glanced at the clock in her car, Marinette was happy to see that she had a minute to spare before she needed to peel out of the parking lot. She chose this minute to take a look at the new contact in her phone. Finally Alya could stop bugging Marinette about not knowing his name.
When Marinette unlocked her phone and looked at her newest contact she had to take a full 3 minutes (that she didnât have) to recover. There was screaming, maybe some crying, thrashing. It was a big ball of Why is this happening to me? She reread the contact name about 30 times before it really sunk in that this was really just one of those days.
Coffee Buddy.
The risk of going to Dunnâs that morning was calculated but boy was Marinette bad at math.
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