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soobnny · 10 months

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classmate au | kim sunoo

❝ no one is allowed to borrow my art materials except for (name) ❞

kim sunoo

sweet, sunshine, best friend kim sunoo

it was kind of SO obvious he wanted to be friends

like he wants to be close to you soooo bad and maybe it’s bc he saw u playfully bullying riki

it was love at first sight and an instant best friendship the moment you finally met

your seats were assigned so u were sat next to each other

THANK GOD U WERE

you two are basically inseparable now

sunoo strikes me as the type to just walk into the classroom and walk straight towards where you’re seated

at school events, he’d leave his backpack on the seat next to him to reserve you a seat

then he’d go “(name)!” while waving from his seat it’s actually kind of embarrassing

there is never anxiety of being seated next to a stranger bc sunoo has your back

he’d grab an extra mini fan from his bag to give to U bc these school events r always so scorching hot

sunoo does that “leaning against your locker while you get things” thing

he is so unaware of how HANDSOME he looks

oh and btw if you don’t attend class, he probably won’t in solidarity

in the chances that he does attend class, he usually sends you photos of his notes and everything you need to know

he’d be like i’m soooooo bored 2 minutes into the class without you like it hasn’t even STARTED

just prepare for his spam messages

after class, you’d buy street food and just gossip over it

you’d stare at what he bought and he’d roll his eyes before pushing the stick towards you so you can bite off it

YES feeding each other … normal best friend things

anyways moving on

another thing in my vision is that he’s the provider of art materials

the teacher suddenly lets you make a poster????

you know you’re secured bc sunoo is ur bff and will let only YOU borrow his supplies

“sunoo, let me borrow your colored markers”

“ok, which colors do you want” ☺️☺️☺️☺️

flat out will say no to everyone else tho

he’s kind of intimidating honestly despite having the sweetest smile

LIKE he’s friends with everyone but not friends friends

do you guys get what i mean

he is just a completely different person with you bc he trusts u the most and he just becomes CRAZY

like yall let him keep his crazy too much .. thank god you’re there for him to unleash it to

he’s one of the people who plays volleyball with riki and friends

but he’s absolutely horrible please save him

altho … why does he look so handsome playing even tho he can’t receive the ball? 🤨

he’d just laugh and crumble in embarrassment and you’d be the number one person cheering for him

(update after ella’s rb,, full credits to her) u would def put the blame on his teammates

“RIKI DO BETTER” even if it was 100% sunoo’s fault like so real

weird specific love language? buying each other water

he’s playing volleyball? you have a bottle of water for him in case he wants to sit out the game and watch with you

you’re finished with your physical education practical exam? he’s waiting for you with his big ass water jug

BUT LIKEEEE why is there a change in the air suddenly 😩😩😩

why is your best friend so boyfriend material actually

he holds your hand… holds it so firmly

sunoo gives the best hugs too

he makes you laugh and he’s so thoughtful with his stupid water and his art materials

even carries your things for you sometimes

AND yall take good photos of each other

“does my hair look fine?”

he’d reach out to fix it … tuck it behind your ear or look at you so intensely before going back to smiling n saying yup all good!

during the sports festival, yall are off joining some type of singing jingle cheer competition which is usually the first event

so you guys just joke around for the rest of the week, watch some events, and take LOTS of photos

you would laugh at your classmates

maybe even cheer for some of your friends

just as long as you’re next to each other

you probably bad mouth the opposite team BUT TO YOURSELVES .. not out loud

would clap so hard when your team wins a point !!!

also back to the taking photos detail

he’d just be dragging you everywhere to take photos bc when is the best time but NOW

ofc u do take his photos .. u ltrly take the Best

“sunoo, look, you’re so handsome here!”

and then you look up at him to see his reaction and he’s already looking at you

uh oh.

your faces are so close to each other like SO close

let’s step back and check the label 😂

BEST FRIENDS !!!!!

tho he does save u out of ur misery by asking you out a week later

bc apparently the sudden shift in air also happened to HIM

he brings it up as a joke first bc he’s testing the waters and he’s not trynna get rejected

“imagine if we were dating…..” and a long lingering pause in the air afterward

if you joked back with like a “LOL”, he’d know u don’t feel the same

but you ltrly go 😮 and so speechless bc why is he suddenly bringing this up when you’ve spent the last few nights thinking about him

did those tiktok manifestations work

did that tiktok audio actually get sunoo to like u back

“um… well! well, you see…”

“i like you”

“THANK GOD”

you guys are like waaaaay more inseparable now that you’re dating

your friends will fake vomit around u .. but don’t worry it’s just bc they’re bitchless

while u and ur bf sunoo are happily in love

btw he gets jealous easily TEARSSSSSS

he gets all pouty but don’t worry, you just have to Hug him and give him a kiss and he’s all smiles again

oh, and i feel the need to inform you that hugs are his favorite thing in the world

and CHEEK kisses like specifically cheek kisses.. he loves them

his ideal dates r just when you’re at each other’s house

you can order takeout and do your skincare together … watch the latest movies

his family loves you too

so much that they include your favorite snacks when they go grocery shopping

“sunoo, get those chips that (name) rly likes. u dont know when she might come over next!”

like they are ANTICIPATING you

enjoy dating i love sunoo

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paymechildsupport · 23 days

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Ryomen Sukuna x Reader // A Troublemaker's Love

@manikosii --> "What do you think about Bully!Sukuna who is madly in love with the reader? I just like the small Sukuna who has known the reader since childhood and does not know how to express his feelings" -.-.- -> hsisikaiss I love this sm :D Kinda made him more of a bully with a soft spot, -- more delinquent than anything, but I absolutely kept your lovestruck lil' Sukuna, so cute <3

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> Modern!School!AU

> Bully!Delinquent!Sukuna x Reader

*I made him a biker too,— he’s such a lil’ biker bitch

-!! CW: depictions of violence, (not aimed at Reader), -- smoking [don't actually smoke please, that shit kills you :(]

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

(he's my lil' cutie patootie)

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

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Ryomen Sukuna— who from a young age could never really communicate his feelings. Who would push all the other kids off the playground because they were clogging up the slide. Who never once expressed remorse when setting fire to that poor ant colony with his mini magnifying glass. Who was labeled as a “troubled” child. Who skipped grades because he was so freakishly intelligent. Who never had to try in school. Who fell off his Lightning McQueen bike the second he saw you on the playground. He immediately shoved his way through the swarm of other kids, butted his way into your lil’ game of tag, invited himself to play and proceeded to shove your tiny body into the grass, laughing maniacally.

Pissed, you grabbed him by the hair, yanked harshly and threw him down on the ground next to you, — engaging in the most intense wrestling match either you had ever had in your short lives. Stuck in the nurse’s office with his Despicable Me bandaid and getting scolded by every staff member in the school, Sukuna could only stare at you, completely enamored by you and your fiery spirit so akin to his own.

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Sukuna would pull up to school everyday on his motorbike, making as much noise possible and spewing exhaust everywhere, just to spite the Environmental Club members who continuously berated him for air pollution.

He didn’t vape— no no, he wasn’t a lil’ pussy bitch. Sukuna was a man, he smoked straight cigars, the kind you’d only ever see your grandpa piping,— and it was disgusting

He’d do it just to annoy you too. When you walk outside for lunch, he’d exhale a rather generous amount of smoke right in your face, earning him a string of curses in response. He’d just smile, chuckle and walk away

Sukuna is a rather intimidating individual, — towering over everyone in a room,- tatted up with the most gorgeous inky designs you’d ever seen. His favorite shirts always revealed a generous amount of his beefy, muscular arms. The thin fabrics clung to his figure, showing clearly defined muscles (and those phat milk jugs hoooooly cow)

He’d be that guy wearing fucking kakis in the middle of winter 💀

Fucking shit his muscular thighs too?? Holy smokes I’m drooling 🤤

Sukuna was always alone, and he preferred things that way. He didn’t have a band of lackeys behind him all the time— though plenty deeply admired him— he didn’t need them anyways to look every bit the tough guy delinquent who was unafraid to get physical.

—- and he was physical. Like, he was always finding his way into a fight,— and always came out on top. Starting something with this guy was a death wish. Everyone in the school knew who he was, and everyone in the school— including the teachers — respected him out of fear

He never picked on anyone who’d be considered an “easy target”. No no, that’d be way too easy. Where’s the fun in that? Nah, he goes straight for the person on top— the cockier the better. He’s more than happy to beat up a fellow delinquent

You, however, seem to catch his eye in particular. So fiery, so fierce,— you take everything he throws at you and chuck it right back at him. There’s a deep sentiment of respect between the two of you, underneath all the petty arguments and crude insults

He never hangs out with anyone, but Sukuna loves to spend his time tailing you wherever you go, teasing and nagging every step of the way. He nitpicks everything you do, whether it be simply reading a book, talking to a peer, or even just eating. He’s always there, always watching your every move.

You’d be talking with a friend, discussing plans for the weekend, when all of a sudden pure horror etched itself onto their face, a massive shadow looming over the two of you. Confused, you swivel around, face almost colliding with Sukuna’s chest. He looked down on you, a shit eating grin on his face. Your friend only slightly stammers a “gotta go see ya later” before making a run for it, (you really couldn’t blame them, Sukuna really was a weirdo sometimes).

He likes to scare everyone who approaches you, making them run off practically screaming

For all the verbal grief he gives you, for all the times he’s called you a “brat” and told you how “annoying” and “unbearable” you are, Sukuna absolutely blows up the second he sees some other bastard berating you.

One time, Mahito and his creepy lil’ gang of goonies thought it’d be funny to corner you after school. Laughing, they mocked you, turning almost borderline physical as they made an effort to manhandle you into a locker.

Sukuna was livid, saw shit going down and immediately rushed to the scene, coming up behind Mahito and giving him the gnarliest death stare you’ve ever seen,— crimson eyes practically burning with barely restrained fury. Mahito pissed himself on the spot immediately, — and was lucky he even made it out alive that day.

Sukuna grabbed the goon that had reached out to touch you, twisted his arm, and smashed his head in on the locker door.

Then after school he almost “accidentally” plowed them all down with his bike 😞

Needless to say, no one ever gave you trouble ever again— minus Sukuna, of course

He just wants you all to himself,— is that so wrong? He wants that raging passion in your eyes to be reserved for him and only him. He loves seeing you all pent up, face red and scrunched up in anger. That delicious heat in the center of his stomach threatened to boil over every time he laid his eyes on you. Sukuna was down bad. The beefy, all scary delinquent was smitten, — he of all people had a big, fat crush. He never wanted you to look at anyone the way you looked at him. He’d beat their head in, then you’d have to look at him

Shotgunning- this guy absolutely loves inhaling the smoke from his cigar, grabbing and yanking you close just so he could exhale it down your windpipe. Lips lightly brushing, sometimes he’d stick his tongue in, just to taste the smoke in your mouth. He adores the way his smoke and saliva mixes with your own, especially loving it when he kisses you stupid, drool pooling in the corner of your mouth, all for him to lick away

Sukuna would mark you up good. Even if they don’t know who, everyone knows you're taken with the way hickeys adorn your pretty little neck. He loves your neck, loves biting into the soft, pulsating flesh and leaving his bite marks all around. —Same with your shoulder, anywhere that isn’t covered by clothing he makes sure is branded

He delights in the way you grab him by the strap of his tank top, pulling him into whatever unoccupied room is available: janitor’s closet, a closed bathroom, the locker rooms- anywhere. You’d kiss him silly, hands gripping at his tough, muscular thighs, your nails digging into the hard flesh. Your fingers tracing over his slutty thigh tattoos always had him going feral. He loved the aftertaste of your chapstick / lipgloss on his tongue, there still even hours after you’d make out 💋 😋

Sukuna was in absolute heaven on those rare occasions you’d both stay after class. Empty classroom, blind drawn and door locked as you’d get down on your knees and suck his cock. Your pretty lips wrapped around him always had him coming quick. You’d swallow him whole, throat bobbing from his spurting cum. He’d bend down afterwards— feeling like he’d die otherwise— and kiss you sloppily on the lips, licking away his cum from the corner of your mouth, groaning at the taste of himself.

His breasts are so sensitive, all you’d have to do is just swirl your tongue around a nipple and he’s puddy in your arms. You loved his breasts, cooing about his “man boobs” just to see him turn a brilliant red to match his crimson eyes.

His big digits always did wonders to your body, rubbing small, purposeful circles into your pulsating heat / hard on,— sometimes right in the middle of class, just to fuck with you. Your glassy-eyed glare while you fought to bite your lip always had him hardening within his pants. He really couldn’t get enough of you.

Yeah, you were stuck with Ryomen Sukuna and his merciless teasing. Was it all that bad?— No, no, not at all. Were you complaining? — absolutely not. (At least he had some nice phat jugs for you to fondle).

He loved you too much to stop his cruel words and affectionate touches,— and he was going to make sure you stayed right beside him,— exactly where you belong.

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A/N: i love him and i'd die for him

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evermourning · 6 months

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𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 - kim seungmin

pairing: kim seungmin x reader, lovertober entry v

genre: non!idol au, will they/won't they, enemies to lovers, camp counselors!seungmin and reader

wc: 5.6k

warnings: ends kinda suggestive, making out, language, mentions wooyoung from ateez, yunjin from le sserafim, mina from twice, reader has an ego in the beginning, seungmin and reader were academic rivals in high school

a/n: pretend its still summer

from the moment you met him in the 10th grade, you absolutely and instantly disliked kim seungmin. with every bone, fiber, and cell in your body.

you had grown up with these people around you, watched as their faces slowly matured into the versions of themselves you saw them as now. however, you couldn't help but pity them.

compared to you, they were essentially idiots.

you were the top of your class, year after year after year. this was probably the big thing that set you apart from them. you spent your days studying, as opposed to partying. you jugged student council, clubs, and your grades so that you could graduate and lead a better life.

this journey was set back the day you met seungmin, though.

you could remember what he looked like as if it was only yesterday that you two locked eyes for the first time. fluffy brown hair and glasses, and braces adorning his pearly white teeth. he looked like an angel. a sweet, quiet kid that all the teachers adored.

but he was something much, much, much more sinister.

"yn, this is seungmin. he's new, so would you mind showing him around?" your teacher asked, and you graciously accepted. he was quiet as you aided him in his tour, making small comments here and there and asking questions if necessary. he became more acquainted with the people around you in the blink of an eye.

but you could feel something off about him. you just couldn't tell what.

he'd been sat down next to you in your math class, and instantly shot up in rank after tests to the spot right behind you. he was naturally gifted, getting almost perfect grades without lifting a finger.

it wasn't just math. it was every single subject. one after the other, they fell to his whim like measly pieces of chess.

he played it off with a simple "oh, i guess i studied this topic a bit extra" but in no time, he was hot on your trail for the top spot.

and you liked the thrill. you knew at the end of the day, you'd place first and everything would be normal, and this kid would learn that you were not to be messed with. you had to admit, as much as you shit talked him to your friends and made tons of claims that you probably couldn't back up, his banter was enjoyable.

until it wasn't.

your 11th grade year, seungmin became mean.

something happened over the summer. he'd grown taller, although he bore the same features, there was something so peculiar about him. he was lean and toned under his uniform, and became the star pitcher of the school's baseball team. immediately he was thrust into the spotlight you'd worked so hard to achieve. you were so annoyed. how was it easy for people to just like him? you made good grades, you tried to be courteous and respectful, and he was over there being crowned king of the school for fucking breathing.

he'd make offhanded comments about you, too, to your face and behind your back. the kinds where you'd just have to awkwardly laugh it off to soothe the aching pain inside your chest and the tears threatening to fall in big, ugly glops.

but you shook it off. you knew that it would only lead to worse events if you let him get in your head all the time. you tried to still be kind to him, but eventually, you gave up. if he was nothing short of an absolute dick to you, then there was no need to waste your energy interacting with him.

your interactions with him after that were minimal. passing glances in hallways, partner project where you simply split it up and didn't communicate at all, short questions in class. you weren't really out for him or anything.

until the end of 11th grade.

it was the time where final rankings for grades were announced. you were sitting at your desk, hardly bothered to check them. you knew you'd be first. you had been so confident, you just went back to work. however, something was off. usually, there would be cheers and groans, but all that you could hear were hushed whispers echoing through the classroom. when you looked up, lazily twirling a pencil between your fingers, you noticed something odd.

they were staring at you.

something wasn't right. these were people you'd known since grade school. they were used to you taking the top spot, right? right? you had to go find out what was wrong.

as you got up to look at the list, the crowd parted. the students looked on nervously as you marched up to the bulletin board where the fated list awaited, a thumbtack keeping it in place. you used your finger to slide up and down the list until you found your name.

next to it was your rank.

you had fucking placed second. for the first time since...ever. you scanned the list desperately again, looking for some sign that it was rigged or faux. but it was the genuine article. you slid your finger up to see the name of the person who had stolen the position right out from under your nose, and you had to bite back a scream of pure rage when you saw it.

Kim Seungmin

that son of a bitch. he finally beat you.

and as you turned, there he stood leaning against the doorframe of the classroom, that smug smile prominent on his face. did he have a death wish or something? you did not like this at all.

later that day, as you were leaving, somebody stopped you, their hand grabbing you by the sleeve of your uniform. it was seungmin. you shook him off, shaking your head as you walked towards the gate.

"what's wrong? cat got your tongue?" he asked you tauntingly. you rolled your eyes with a huff, opening your mouth to shoot back with some sly remark, but he kept talking. "did you know i beat you by a tenth of a point? it's so fucking unreal. one tenth."

this comment sent you over the edge.

"you think you're so fucking funny, don't you? relishing in my pain, acting like i'll joke around with you as if we're friends. well guess what: you don't mean shit to me, kim seungmin." seungmin's eyes widened slightly, but his eyes settled into a hateful glare.

"so be it. just to let you know, yn, you fucking suck. give yourself a high five, you fake bitch."

and just like that, your eternal rivalry with kim seungmin began.

thankfully, your rivalry was cut short when you went to different colleges. however, you knew all about what he was doing. somewhere along the line, his friends became your friends. he was in law school now, studying to become a persecutor. you hated to admit it, but you were honestly impressed. however, you couldn't complain, as you'd received a full scholarship to an accomplished university. you lived in the city during your term, enjoying its lively bustle and bright lights. you'd always enjoyed the summer better, though.

in the summers, you'd drive two hours up to the mountains to work as a camp counselor for a childrens' summer camp, named camp aspen. it was a lovely little place, tucked away near a small town, surrounded by acres and acres of wilderness. it was so serene, the crisp air feeling amazing in your lungs.

this was where you were now. your third summer as a counselor was about to begin. you parked your car on a beaten road near the cabins, walking into a lodge to say hello to the director. the rest of the counselors were sitting in the office, and when they saw you, they excitedly enveloped you in a warm group hug.

there were six counselors at camp aspen, each accommodating one of the three cabins, one for each age range. two counselors would stay in each cabin. the place was going to be renovated soon, but thankfully, the cabins had two large, separate rooms.

it would be the same as always, with your counselor friends. wooyoung and mina stayed with the oldest kids, you and soobin stayed with the preteens, and jisung and yunjin kept an eye on the littlest ones. this is how it always was.

until you only counted four of your friends.

"where's soobin?" you asked, looking around. wooyoung took your hands in his and sighed.

"don't freak out, but..." he sighed, seeming to brace himself for your possible outrage. "soobin is studying abroad this summer, so we had to find a replacement who will be staying with you."

you wanted to scream and also kinda smack wooyoung too. but, you didn't want to lose your job, so you decided to flash a smile through gritted teeth.

"it's okay, woo. why didn't you tell me?"

"well, we just learned today, too. it happened so suddenly, i guess soobin forgot to mention it to the director until the last minute. while you were driving up, it was so scary. mina and i were fucking scrambling to find a replacement. thankfully, she showcased her amazing problem-solving skills to find us a replacement. her friend's friend's...friend, i think. it's weird." mina blushed at his words of praise. "but anyways, he'll be here later, so go get your stuff all unpacked."

you sighed, jisung and yunjin giving you reassuring smiles before going back to their intense game of gamepigeon 8-ball. as you departed, you stole one last glance at your friends. this was going to be the best summer ever.

when you got to the cabin, you immediately began laying the sheets and blankets on your temporary bed, preparing your place of rest for the weeks to come. you'd strung little fairy lights along the bedposts and finished off with comfortable pillows. you loved making this bed your own year after year.

you sat down upon it, laying back and sighing as your head it your pillow. you had time for a quick nap, right? you set an alarm and drifted off. you wondered who your partner would be. would he be kind? would he be rude? he'd be kind probably, if he was somehow connected to mina, a total sweetheart. the older kids loved her. she'd sit with the girls in a semi-circle around her as they listened to her tell stories, interest gleaming in their eyes.

you just hoped he wasn't a total dick.

after your alarm went off, waking you up, you blinked and saw jisung dead asleep at the bottom of your bed, curled up.

"what the hell are you doing?" you asked, laughing. he laughed sheepishly.

"sorry, your bed is comfortable...and i was supposed to be telling you the new guy just got here but i said i'd rest my eyes for a second and now here we are."

you chuckled, getting out of your bed and slipping into the bathroom so you could check how you looked. once you deemed yourself presentable, you walked with jisung out to the parking lot, catching up about how life was. he was always very fun to talk to. jisung had the natural aura of a storyteller, of someone fun. he radiated warmth and kindness, probably why he was such a role model to the little kids.

when you made it to the makeshift parking lot (in reality it was only a wide rectangle of gravel you parked your cars near) there was a new car there, much nicer than the rest. it was sleek and black, although you had no idea why someone would be driving such an expensive-looking car in the mountains. from your current location, you could see awfully well that wooyoung was chatting amicably with the mystery guy as he pulled his suitcase from the trunk. and then, wooyoung turned and called out to you two so you could come down and meet him.

with jisung by your side, you nervously walked over to the car. a head popped out from where the trunk was.

"by the way, wooyoung, where am i stay-" the boy stopped abruptly when he saw you. "-ing."

your blood ran cold.

it was kim seungmin.

of course it fucking was, because without even trying he'd made it his life's mission to completely ruin yours. all your high school memories came flooding back, but something else was there, curdling horrifically in the pits of your stomach.

his hair was a lighter shade of brown now, with streaks of blonde in his bangs. his braces were gone, and his face no longer was cute and round. he was jawdroppingly beautiful. but this was the person you'd wished to avoid ever since that day in the eleventh grade.

wooyoung, that poor boy, grinned. "you'll be staying and working with one of my favorite counselors. seungmin, meet yn. yn, meet seungmin."

"i know who they are." seungmin said quietly. "and they know me. we went to the same high school." wooyoung lit up at this information.

"perfect! that makes things easier. yn, please show seungmin to your cabin."

as you walked alongside him, carrying a few of his things, the tension was so thick you couldn’t cut it with a knife. the heavy silence hung in the air, until seungmin awkwardly spoke up.

“i’m glad i know someone here. it’d be so awkward if i was rooming with a stranger.” he said, a little laugh escaping his lips.

“did you know i was going to be here?” you asked rather accusingly, and he shook his head, readjusting his hold on the suitcase.

“nope. mina, she’s the one who hired me, has a friend, sana, who’s really close with one of my best friends. do you remember him from high school? chan?”

yes, you did. chan was probably one of the most popular guys at your school. he’d been the captain of the varsity football team, the homecoming king three years in a row, and was notorious for being the reason many girls dumped their boyfriends. he wasn’t known as “mr. steal-your-girl” for just any reason.

him and seungmin became good friends seungmin's sophomore year, while chan was a senior and they remained close since then.

"i remember him." you responded, not wanting to hold a conversation with him.

"yeah, well sana reached out to chan, who reached out to me. and i needed some extra money, so here we are."

he was really starting to bug you. how could he just talk to you like he wasn't so terrible to you in high school?

"is this how it's going to be all summer, then?" you said to yourself, but he heard it.

"pardon?"

"you, acting like nothing happened between us when we were younger? like your words didn't burn my skin and mine didn't cut deep into yours? i'm not an actor, seungmin. i can't pretend that the things you said to me didn't happen. i can't just will them out of my head."

he scoffed, his true personality shining through. you knew it was down there. he could only hide it for so long. that son of a bitch.

"you're so overdramatic, yn. name one fucking thing i said about you that was so terrible it ruined your vision of me for the rest of your life." he meant it sarcastically, but he didn't realize you had an answer.

"in our junior year, you were talking to chan, and you called me a stuck-up, airheaded bitch who would cared too much about school. you said...you said i was going to push everyone away and then nobody would care enough to weep when i died. not even my own parents." recognition was prominent in his brown eyes as he remembered his own words.

"...i didn't think you knew about that."

you were on the verge of slapping him.

"how could i not? you texted it to chan. do you know how easy it is for a text message to be screenshotted and sent? chan sent it to minnie, who sent it to me. do you know what it's like to learn someone says shit like that about you? i sobbed for three hours straight." you dropped his stuff down right in front of him. "from now on, only talk to me if you need something." you stormed off, fighting the tears that threatened to fall.

so much for camp being your safe space.

the first week of camp was a little rocky. seungmin stayed true to your ask and only spoke to you if he needed help with something, but other than that, it was like you didn't exist. the kids obviously noticed it too. regardless of the fact that the week went well, at the end of the day, wooyoung still sat you and seungmin down and decided to have a chat with you.

"what is going on with you two? i thought you said you knew each other. i thought you'd have it in the bag, but you're singlehandedly ruining the experience for our campers, and that is not the type of energy we need counselors to have."

"if i may, woo," you said, and he raised an eyebrow. "we never specified if our relationship was good or bad, you just went with us knowing each other."

"and you didn't tell me this to correct me?" wooyoung sighed. "i'm disappointed, yn. you've been here three years. you should've contacted me instantly." you nodded at his words, a little embarrassed that your somewhat childish rivalry led you to not be rash when decision-making.

"i am not the oldest at this camp, but i have the most experience. this is my fifth year as a counselor, and i am sitting here now with authority you two don't have. i'm going to have to ask you to work this out. we are so short on staff that we can't afford for either of you to leave camp. understand?" seungmin gave his confirmation and you shot wooyoung a look (which he returned quickly) before agreeing.

this was how you were sitting cross-legged on your bed across from seungmin. he stared at you, challenging you to speak first. when you didn't, shooting him a nasty glare, he took the initiative.

"we're gonna listen to wooyoung's request and work things out. and if we can't...we'll find a plan b. deal?" you crossed your arms and slightly nodded. "let's see...let's do it like this: you're going to tell me why you don't like me. be raw and honest, and then i'll tell you why i don't like you. if there's any misunderstandings, that's what we'll know."

you sighed, knowing this was rational, and began.

"i'll be honest, yeah. when we were in 10th grade, you felt off to me, but i didn't really focus on that because i liked the adrenaline rush i got from comparing grades with you and our banter. but then in 11th grade...you were so terrible to me. all the things you were saying...and then you beat me. i know it was only by one rank but i lost it. i felt like my grades were the only part of my identity and without them...i was nothing. so that's why i haven't forgiven you, because you said all this shit and i'm still hung up over that." you admitted, staring at your feet.

“even if you didn’t have your grades, it wouldn’t have mattered. you were popular. everyone was always falling over themself to be friends with you.” seungmin pointed out, and you shook your head.

“i was not even close to popular, seungmin. people just used me for homework answers and i was too nice to say no.”

“no, no. that’s not possible. everybody was always talking about you, how kind and funny you were…and that’s why i didn’t like you.” his voice broke. “you had everything i wanted. i came to that school with absolutely nothing. you were at the hub of everything, there were always people around you, and i hated it. i hated how you didn’t have to wear a mask to get what you wanted. i hated how you were like some revered god of intelligence. i hated it so much. and then…the final straw was when i was having a fight with my mother in october of our junior year, because she didn’t like that i had changed so much because i’d grown popular and was spending my time with ‘bad influences’. and do you know what she said to me?”

“no, i don’t.” you were frankly a little embarrassed that this was a whole misunderstanding, but you listened anyways.

“she said she wished i was more like you. i didn’t even know how she knew you. and i wished nothing but the worst upon you after that. and now i learn i did all that on a whim?”

”no, you didn’t. you did it because you were upset, and you didn’t know any other way than to lash out. i’m sorry for how i treated you, and if you’re sorry, then let’s go tell wooyoung we worked it out.” you caught his hands in yours, and he flinched. you kept his palms between your hands as if you were keeping a canary in a cage, and when you let go, he felt free.

“i’m sorry for saying all that shit about you. if i had known you weren’t like that, i wouldn’t have done it. you don’t have to forgive me for that one.” he replied quietly.

“yeah, that one’s going to take a little time.” you laughed awkwardly.

for the first time, seungmin realized what people saw in you. how your eyes crinkled when you laughed, your smile absolutely gorgeous. even if it wasn’t even a normal laugh (you were quite literally awkward as shit), he began to feel something churning in the pit of his stomach. what was it?

thankfully he had time to figure it out before you left him behind.

after working things out with seungmin, you couldn't help but admit that your camp experience got better. he was honestly a perfect choice as counselor. the kids loved him, and he was really sweet and considerate towards them in return. it was noticeable that in the years since you last saw him, seungmin had unmistakably matured into a fine young man. you were glad his dick phase was over.

but something was different about him, now. since he didn't treat you even remotely terrible anymore, you began to enjoy his presence. kim seungmin was hilarious, his smile a ray of sunshine that forced the clouds away. you couldn't help but feel giddy when you saw it, but you reminded yourself constantly that this was your sworn high school enemy.

but would it really be so bad?

one sunny wednesday, you and seungmin took the kids out to play some sports. they voted on a simple game of baseball, which you knew seungmin would gladly agree too. but when they started chanting your name, pleading with you to join the game although you had zero baseball experience, you knew you were doomed.

"alright, yn, you be pitcher." you stared at the little boy who deemed your position incredulously.

"honey, i can't throw at all." you replied, and the kids started laughing. seungmin walked over to you on the makeshift diamond, gifting his teammate a plastic bat.

"i'll help yn learn to throw, okay?" he said, and the kids whined.

"that's cheating!" seungmin chuckled at their complaining.

"okay, so first you're going to take the ball and hold it like this." seungmin explained, his fingers gently sweeping over yours to move them to the right place. his touch was soft and sweet, like a juicy watermelon slice on a warm summer's day. once he got your fingers to a good position, he continued his lesson. "good, now place your feet shoulder-width apart. and uhh..hold on."

you felt your face burning as seungmin's hands slid up and down your body, moving certain parts of you into place. you were like putty in his hands, your heart fluttering when his long fingers grazed your waist. you tilted your head slight to see his face right in between your head and your arm, staring right back at you.

this wasn't the first time you had insane tension with kim seungmin. but it was the first time the energy was like...this. your lips were so close to his. you could feel his breath on your exposed skin and it felt good. if it was in a different setting, maybe...

you stepped back, flashing a dazzling smile to try and ease the uncomfortable silence. thankfully, your campers brought the focus back to them before things got too weird.

the entire game, your mind was somewhere else.

he wanted to kiss you. you'd seen his eyes, staring at your lips like they'd vanish if he blinked. you'd seen the way seungmin looked almost out of breath, his lips parted and his cheeks flushed ruby red.

you couldn't be imagining it. there was no way.

after everything was cleaned up, you snuck away to wooyoung's cabin, where he sat lazily on his bed as a sixteen year-old girl told him about her situationship. he looked relieved as you pulled him aside.

"i'm glad you worked everything out with seungmin." he said, patting your back reassuringly. "i knew you had it in you. i really am the best, aren't i?"

you shook your head.

"not right now, woo. something happened earlier today that was really weird, and jisung didn't want to hear about it so now it's your turn." wooyoung's eyes lit up at the mention of your drama, and he shooed his camper away, eagerly patting the spot next to him.

"tell me all about it."

and so you did. you explained everything: from your original drama with seungmin in high school, to how you solved it, to what went down while he was teaching you to pitch. wooyoung's jaw was dropped.

"you two went through all that tension just for him to not even finish teaching you to pitch? that's so fucking embarrassing. you needed that lesson." wooyoung tsked, theatrically hanging his head low.

"hey! i'm not that bad at sports." you retaliated.

''yes, yes you are. do you remember last year when your 'star pitch' broke yunjin's car window? i don't think she forgot about that." you rolled your eyes with a huff, and he laughed loudly. "but that's not important, because this could be the romance you always read about in your poorly written books. maybe you're having your own enemies-to-lovers trope right now! you'll be with him tonight, correct?" you nodded.

"alright, then shoot your shot? trust me, nothing bad's going to happen if you don't overthink it." he squeezed your hand excitedly. "i believe in you. use condoms!"

later that night, the director was holding a movie night for the kids in the lodge, allowing counselors to get a much-needed break. when the sun dipped below the mountain range in hues of deep blues, you sat at the dock with seungmin, splitting a liter bottle of some soda you couldn't read the title of. the moon was at its fullest, glowing ethereally as it cast a bright light upon the water. you swung your feet slightly, the cool water lapping against your feet a lovely contrast to the summer air. fireflies light up like lanterns all around.

"it's so hot," you complained, swatting at an unwelcome bug as it tried to land on your skin. "ugh, i feel like i'm burning alive."

seungmin took a swig of the soda, simulanteously running a hand through his sweaty brown hair.

"let's go for a swim, then." he suggested. you looked at him like he was crazy.

"in...the lake?" he nodded vigorously.

"where else would we swim? this camp doesn't have a pool. c'mon, it'll be fun. there's nothing that can hurt you in there. no amoebas, no snakes, no nothing. i'll keep you safe." he curled his pinkie around yours in a joking promise.

you sighed as you lowered yourself into the water. it was cool on your skin, resulting in you slightly shivering from the contact. however, once you grew accustomed to the temperature, it was rather nice. there was one problem, though.

the water was pitch-black, and you were still in your clothes. so when you felt something slimy touch your ankle, you let out a screech and jumped higher than a kangaroo.

"easy there." seungmin's voice said into your ear, and you startled at the sound. "relax, it's just me. the only think that touched your foot was seaweed. you'll be okay. it really only grows in one area of the lake, so let's stay away from there. sounds good?"

his words of soft and gentle reassurance, paired with a gentle touch on your waist made you want to erupt into flames even in the water. as he guided you to the center of the lake, you had to start treading water. however, seungmin was completely fine.

it was quiet for a bit, peaceful and serene before you broke the silence with a groundbreaking question."

"hey seungmin...were you planning on kissing me earlier?" the boy in question was silent for a bit, thinking about his answer, before finally speaking again.

"yeah, i was. how could i not? we were so close, and you know i could never resist you, yn. aphrodite herself turns green with envy at the mere sight of you." you felt your heart rate speed up at his words. so you decided to take the initiative.

"i'll be honest, since we became close, i've noticed this tension between us that wasn't there before. you're so handsome, and you know it, and i know it and i want to make out with you so bad, but i've been having all these reservations because i can't get over what you said about me all those years ago."

seungmin spoke up instantly, rebutting your claim. "i can proudly say now that the lies i spewed about you were instantaneously false, the moment they left my lips. see, i said back then that no one would weep if you perished. but now, i would. i would sob until the soil beneath me has turned to mud and it stains my clothes and my hands. i would leave you flowers and gifts every single day. now that i know you, and i know how you truly are, i'd kill myself if i lost you."

the sound of your tears hitting the water's surface, aligning with the incessant chirping of the cicadas, turned the sounds around you into an exquisite and melodious symphony. you threw your arms around seungmin, holding him tight.

"i'll say it now, seungmin. i love you. i'm in love with you. it happened so quickly, i'm scared it's faux. but i want it to be real. i want and crave you with every bone, fiber, and cell in my aching body."

seungmin's strong arms wrapped around you, and he grinned mischieviously.

"well, i'm not to great with my words, but i want you really bad, too. i'd personally like to, uh, ravage you? and you said something about making out that i am quite personally very down for."

you laughed, a smile gracing your features. seungmin wanted to see that face every day for the rest of his life, he decided.

"god, you're such a dork." you giggled, and pulled him in for a kiss. it was warm, fiery as passionate as your lips crashed against each others' like waves crashing against a rocky barrier. the change in gravity from the water made it easy to hop up and wrap your legs around his waist. seungmin's hands drifted down to your ass to keep you in place, and you steadied yourself as your hands held his cheeks. god, you could feel his jawline from there. eventually, your tongues began to battle for dominance.

after ten minutes or so, you parted lips, a string of saliva still connecting you two. the moonlight reflected off of it as it snapped. seungmin watched in awe.

"that was so fucking hot...but um, what are we now?" you asked. seungmin laughed out loud, patting your soaked head.

"let's determine that later. right now...i lowkey want to fuck your brains out. think we can do that?" he teased.

"in a lake??" you shot back.

"there's a first time for everything." seungmin teased. once he was sure you gave your consent, his fingers went to the bottom of your sopping wet shirt, carefully lifting it over your head. "until then, i'll enjoy the view."

"and that's our cue to leave." wooyoung commented from his vantage point. yunjin stood beside him. he turned, grinning as he outstretched his hand. "pay up, buttercup. i bet that they'd get together before the end of the summer, and look at them! that twenty dollars is mine."

yunjin grumbled, pulling a crumpled twenty-dollar bill out of her back pocket and handing it to him.

"seriously though, those one-liners were horrific. the confession was cute though." yunjin laughed.

"oh, hell yeah. just for that, they're on bathroom cleaning duty. and i'm hoping and praying they remember what echoes are so we don't have to awkwardly explain what was going on to the little campers." wooyoung sighed. yunjin looked up at him.

"you are straight-up evil, jung wooyoung. have you seen those bathrooms?"

"exactly why they're on bathroom duty. i may be evil, but i am one hell of a matchmaker, aren't i?" he shot back, playfully nudging her shoulder.

"whatever you say."

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Chapter Two: Father's Day! (3,000 words.)

♡ Fandoms: BTS, Stray Kids!

REQUESTS OPEN :)

RULES IN END NOTES!

♡ Characters:

Little!Reader

CG Jungkook

CG Taehyung

Playcare Owner Hoseok

EA Felix

EA Hyunjin

Little Jimin, IN, Seungmin

Everyone else is Teachers!

♡ Genre: SFW Littlespace, Fluff, Non Idol AU!

After moving from the rural city of Geochang to the bustling city of Seoul, your parents Jungkook and Taehyung decide to start you in a new Playcare Centre. Life is about to be so much different!

Time to be brave!

Like a kitty cat stalking her unsuspecting prey, you crawl up onto the bed.

"Papa," You whisper, leaning in close to his angelic face as he snores lightly, his dirty blonde hair splayed messily across his pillow. You bump the end of your nose into the tiny mole on his cheekbone. As he begins to stir, you turn to tap Jungkook's arm. "Daddy."

Both men slowly blink away their sleep, smiling weakly when they realize who's sitting between them.

Taehyung grabs his glasses from the nightstand, sliding them on and pulling you in for a warm hug.

"Good morning, early bird," He rasps, kissing your hair.

"Happy Father's Day," You cheer as calmly as you can, not wanting to startle them. "Wait... Or is it, 'Merry'?"

He laughs. "Whichever you want."

"Happy-Merry Father's Day, Papa," You decide, moving to give Jungkook a hug. "Happy-Merry Father's Day, Daddy."

"Thank you, baby," He snarls, squeezing you so tight to his bare chest you think you might snap like a bread stick!

You joke, "Owww!"

"You're the cutest." His tattooed hands fall to your waist as you pull away, heart fluttering as he fondly gazes up at you. "Aren't you?"

"Uh huh. You know what else I am, Papa and Daddy?"

Tae guesses, "Oh. You're... Jeon-Kim Haen?"

"You're hungry?" Jungkook adds.

"You're sleepy?"

"My favorite girl?"

"Funny?"

You can't help but giggle at their silliness, scrunching your nose at them.

"Sweet?"

"Creative?"

"Thoughtful?"

"Smart?"

"No," You shake your head. When they send you suspicious looks, you admit, "Okay, fine. I'm all'ose things. But I'm also... a chef!"

At the same time, they croon, "Ooh. A chef?"

You give a confident nod, putting on your best acting skills and sniffing the air. "Mmmm. What's that smell, you guys?"

They catch on quickly.

Taehyung grins boxily, "Did you make breakfast for us, sweetheart?"

Jungkook throws off the covers. "Well, we have go find out."

"Yeah!" You agree, climbing off the bed. "We have to go find out! Come on!"

Before Jungkook even has the chance to pull on a shirt, you grab his hand and drag him out of the room, Taehyung loyally following along behind you. The early morning sunshine breaks over you as you turn the corner, entering the sunny kitchen area together.

They both gasp softly at the sight that greets them.

Of course you cooked breakfast!

"Haen-ie," Taehyung's grin widens.

"Sit, sit, sit!" You push him forward, pleased to see him and Jungkook taking seats at the table. "I'll get water for you!"

As you run over to the fridge, the two men share a loving glance over the plates of food in front of them. You've spoiled each of them with a pile of hot, crispy eggs and fried rice leftovers, garnished with a pink marshmallow and a very, very large side of ketchup.

"I can't believe this, baby." Jungkook giggles cutely, as you return with a jug of cold water.

Taehyung is almost doubled over. "The marshmallow. Aww."

"Water for Daddy," You announce, pouring some into his glass. It slips a little, spilling a puddle onto the table, but Jungkook's hands shoot out and help you keep the jug steady. You do the same for Taehyung's glass with some more help from him. "And water for Papa!"

"Thank youuu," He cooes, taking a sip and very seriously considering the taste, as if it's a fine wine. "Mmmm. Very good."

Jungkook asks, "Chef Haen-nim, where did you get this delicious water?"

"It's straight from the Han River," You proudly tell him, taking a seat. "Masitkke deuseyo, Papa and Daddy."

"Masitkke deuseyo."

"Masitkke deuseyo," Taehyung bows, picking up his chopsticks and trying the rice, groaning as he chews. "Mm. Amazing."

Technically, it was him who cooked it for dinner last night, but it's been sprinkled with your love now! Even tastier!

"It looks like you-." Jungkook laughs, turning over his burnt egg. "Baby, did you cook this in the air frier?"

"Yep!" You chirp, watching as he stuffs it in his mouth, politely ignoring the blackened edge. "It was so easy!"

Your Papa and Daddy always tell you not to use the stove or the oven without their help, even if you put on the protective mittens, so you had to find another way to cook breakfast. It was scary hearing the sizzling oil and the loud, robot-like beep of the air fryer, but you love your Papa and Daddy so much that you forced yourself to be brave. You showed that stupid fryer who's boss - Jeon-Kim Haen!

"You're so talented, sweetness," Taehyung praises you. "Would you like to try Papa's marshmallow?"

He holds it to your lips, popping it into your mouth.

"S'ank you!"

"What about you, Jagi?" He looks at his husband. "You should eat your marshmallow, too. Don't waste it."

"Ah. So right," The man agrees, pinching it between his fingers.

"No, no, no," He stops him. "With the rice and eggs."

You giggle, trying not to spit gooey, pink dribble all over your chin as Jungkook gawks. "Wh-?! Punk, you fed yours to Haen already!"

"She loves marshmallows."

"Yah," He complains, twitching his head to the side and readying himself for the bite he's about to take. "How convenient."

"Haen-ie, Papa's smart, isn't he?"

You nod. "Papa is very smart."

"Smarter than Daddy, right?"

"Uh-huh."

Jungkook scoffs, smiling in the dim sunlight at the both of you before taking a bite of everything on his plate.

You wait with bated breath as he tests it out, surprisingly unfazed by the mixture of burnt egg, stale rice, and the sugary gummy.

"Aigo," He mutters, coughing a laugh, swallowing it down like a thick tar. "Why is it good?"

The three of you burst into giggles.

"What?! You're weird, Daddy."

He places his chopsticks down and cradles your face, pressing a wet, sweet-smelling kiss to your cheek. "Best breakfast ever, baby."

Taehyung subtly adds, "But Papa is going to have to cook us some real food after this..."

"Hyunjin-ie!" You squeal as soon as you enter the classroom. "Good morning!"

"Good morning, Haen-ie," The EA smiles gracefully, kneeling down to give you a brief, friendly hug. Leaning away, he holds both your hands, looking up at you with a gentle gaze and his long hair pulled back into a stylish bun. "How are you today?"

"You should ask me what I had for breakfast," You giggle, squeezing his fingers.

"Oh? What did you have for breakfast?"

"I had eggs, rice, and," You pause, cracking yourself up by whispering loudly, "Marshmallows!"

Hyunjin gasps like you've just slapped him, dramatic as ever. "Marshmallows?!"

"Yeah! Pink ones!"

"Why, why, why?"

"I made breakfast for my Papa and Daddy be- because it's Father's Day," You explain, beaming.

"Is that right? I can see why your Papa calls you 'sweetness', Haen-ie."

"It's because I'm sweet!"

"Yes, it is." Standing up, the man leads you over to the cubby shelves. "Sweet as a marshmallow!"

Putting away your backpack and greeting the other teachers, you head over to the toy area, where your friends Jeongin, Seungmin, and Jimin are grooving out to this morning's song, 'Wiggle, Spin!'. The three of them break out in excitement when they spot you.

"Haen-ie!" Jeongin exclaims, the alien antennas on his headband wobbling around. "Look! We're dancing!"

"I like dancing!"

"No, we're wiggling and spinning," Seungmin corrects the boy, spinning in a circle when the song tells him to. "See?"

As the rest of you follow suit and do a spin, Jimin claims, "This is dancing!"

"You gotta wear a headband, too," Jeongin grabs a matching one from the basket nearby, sliding it on your head. "There you go!"

"Thanks, Jeongin!"

"You're welcome, Hae- Oh!"

The song is suddenly telling you to wiggle your hips next, so you make sure to follow the command. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle!

Once the move is over, Jeongin finishes his sentence. "You're welcome, Haen-ie."

"Who's Haen-ie?"

He tilts his head, copper colored hair falling over his eye. "What? It's you!"

"Nuh-uh. My name is Beep-Boop now!" You wag your antennas side to side. "'Cuz I'm an alien! See?"

"Ohhhh." He grins, his eyes squished closed. "You're welcome, Beep-Boop!"

"Beep-Boop," Jimin chirps.

Seungmin copies him. "Beep-Boop!"

"Beep-Boop," You agree with the alien. "Beepy-Beepy-Boop!"

"Beeeeep!"

"Hey, friends," Yeongbok's voice comes. You look up at him, met with the lovely EA's bright smile. You feel your whole body preen like a flower under a ray of sunlight, his antennas bouncing all over the place as he approaches you. "Can I dance with you?"

Without even thinking, all four of you waste no time shouting at him, "Beep-Boop!"

He blanches a little. "Is that a yes?"

You grab his hand. "Yes!"

"Aw. Thank you, kind alien. Did you guys know it's Father's Day today?"

"Oh! Yeah! I gave my Dad a big hug this morning," Seungmin announces.

Yeongbok's crooked smile widens. "That's amazing, Seungmin-ie."

"I hugged my Dad, too!"

You tell him, "I made my Papa and Daddy breakfast."

"Oh, Yeongbok," Jimin's mouth forms a pink 'O', like he's just remembered something. "Haen-ie has two Dads, you know!"

As everyone does another spin, Yeongbok agrees, "Yeah, she does. Isn't that great?"

"She's so lucky."

You stick a finger up, wanting to set something straight. "But Jimin, two Dads means there's- there's twice the Dad-farts!"

"Haen-," Yeongbok tries his best not to burst into laughter like the boys do. "Haen-ie, we don't talk about that sort of thing."

"And you can never decide who you want a piggyback from."

"She said, 'fart'!"

"And also, you can't use their shoes for playing dress-up, 'cuz they only have ugly loafers and grandpa sandals."

"Haen-ie, I hope that's not in your presentation today," Yeongbok chides very lightly.

"What? Shoes, or farts?"

He gives you a cheeky look. "Aigo. I'm going to tell Hyunjin that you're a little trickster."

"Hyunjin loves me," You argue, squealing when the EA grabs at your tummy, digging into you with tickling fingers. "Hey! He loves me!"

"Trickster," He taunts, "You're a little trickster!"

Pushing at his shoulders, you laugh, "That- That tickles, Ye-Yeongbok-ie! Ah!"

"Get off Beep-Boop!"

As Hoseok switches off the dancing song, your alien friends all jump your attacker, dog-piling him until he trips, landing on his butt on the foam padding of the floor. Headbands go flying, legs kicking wildly as Yeongbok growls in defeat like a wounded animal.

"Okay, friends," Your teacher interrupts the chaos, smiling knowingly at you as you stand there innocently.

"I'm sorry," Yeongbok laughs in his deep voice, "I'm sorry!"

"Dance time is over. Let's head over to our desks and get ready to give our presentations!"

You thrust your hands out at the pile of your friends, shouting, "Lazer beam!"

They all flop onto their sides, slowly rising and heading over to the learning area to recover from your dangerous alien powers.

You remember on your first day at Playcare, Hyunjin explained that dancing before class helps everybody get rid of their morning jitters, but you don't think that's entirely true. You did lots of dancing this morning, and as you watch Ahyun finish her presentation and return to her table, receiving a high-five from Hoseok, you can confirm that there is definitely at least one or two jitters in your belly.

When the applause dies down, your teacher speaks.

"Okay. Next on our list is," Hoseok scrolls down the iPad screen. "Ah. Haen-ie!"

He clicks around, causing a photo of you, Taehyung, and Jungkook to appear on the whiteboard, replacing Ahyun's family.

Everyone gives you a soft round of applause as you freeze up, unsure.

Jeongin and Jimin cheer, "Yay, Haen-ie!"

"Yay, Haen-ie!"

"You got this," Yeongbok pets your shoulder, the tiny freckles on his nose scrunching as he smiles.

"I got this," You whisper to yourself, standing from your seat.

Yeongbok and Hyunjin both send you a thumbs up, Hoseok gesturing for you to begin whenever you're ready.

You got this!

You shouldn't be nervous! These are your friends!

With one last glance over your shoulder at Taehyung and Jungkook on the board, you muster up the courage to face the class and begin politely, "Happy Father's Day, ev- everyone. This is my Papa and Daddy... Papa's the blonde one, and Daddy's the tall one."

You sound a bit like a robot, reciting the speech you wrote with Hoseok's help a few days ago.

"My Papa's a hairdresser and I love him because he makes my hair pretty every day. He's good at cutting hair and making it different colors, but he also likes doing pottery and taking photos with his big camera. My Daddy, he's an accountant... I don't know what that is, but he's very good at it, too. He likes to work out and he has lots of tattoos, and I love him because he ties my shoelaces for me."

You spot Hyunjin pouting harder than ever from the back of the class, looking like you've stolen his candy.

Yeongbok simply looks like a kicked puppy.

"Oh, and he does this thing called deadlifting," You giggle, remembering. "But he uses me instead of actual weights. It's really funny."

Small smiles break out across their faces.

"There's lots of reasons I love them, but Hoseok-seonsangnim said I only have two or three minutes.... so-, um..."

If you listed all of the reasons you loved your Papa and Daddy, you'd need at least three hours.

At least!

When you're at a loss for what else to say, Hoseok helps you out by prompting, "Why'd you choose this photo, Haen-ie?"

"Oh! I chose it because it's from the- from the day we moved to Seoul, and because Papa said it has his good side in it."

"Ahhh."

You point out, "We're at a cafe 'cuz it was a long drive from Geochang, and they were hungry. Well, that's what Papa said, but they didn't actually eat much. They just buyed this, um, little cake with a love-heart and 'Welcome Home', on it, and we ate it together."

Your teacher sends you a cheerful grin. "That's lovely, Haen-ie. Anything else you want to tell us?"

You share a glance with your table, where Yeongbok is shaking his head at you and the boys are all nodding.

Your ears go pink.

Yes, there is something else!

"Having two Dads means... you get twice the," You tease, watching your EA facepalm into the table. "Dad jokes!"

He raises his head, pleasantly surprised. You had managed to go the whole presentation without mentioning farts.

"Great job, Haen," Hoseok claps, rallying the class to join in. "Great job."

Returning to your desk, you sit down in your chair, welcomed back by Yeongbok petting your shoulder again.

"I did it!" You whisper. "I didn't even cry, or anything!"

"Amazing," He agrees.

"Okay, everyone. Only a few more to go now. Next up is-!"

That night, Taehyung lets you share the rest of the marshmallows while you all watch Jungkook's favorite movie - one with no swearing, punching, or bad guys, of course - Spirited Away. It's lucky that your tough Daddy is just as in love with Ghibli movies as you are!

After Chihiro crosses the river and Sen is freed from the Bathhouse, the credits start rolling.

Wrapped up in a blanket, Tae jokes, "How many times have you guys seen this movie now? Thirty?"

"A thousand."

"A thousand," You both say at the same time, giggling and high-fiving afterward.

After that, your Papa and Daddy decide they want to watch something else.

Your performance!

You step up onto the imaginary stage, which is really just the lounge room rug, and recite your speech all over again just for them. You don't sound so much like a robot, anymore. You sound like Jeon-Kim Haen, telling your parents how much you love them.

You love them because they always hold both your hands when you cross the street, which is very important!

You love them for making sure your clothes are clean, your belly is full, and your heart is happy.

You love the warm bear hugs Taehyung gives you, and you love the bone-crushing hugs Jungkook gives you.

You love Taehyung because when he sings you to sleep, it sounds like deep thunder clouds and smooth rocks.

When Jungkook sings you to sleep, it sounds like you're already dreaming!

And of course, you simply love that they're your parents.

Jimin is right.

You're lucky!

Taehyung and Jungkook don't quite give you the three hours you'd need to list all your reasons. It's almost your bed time and they can tell you're getting sleepier by the minute, but it's definitely enough time to melt their hearts into marshmallow-goo.

"Yah! I'm not cryinggg-uhhhhh!" Jungkook whines when you're done, slapping his husband, "You are!"

Taehyung doesn't even deny it. "I am!"

"Oh, wait."

As Taehyung completes the last button on your pyjama shirt, you run over to your backpack, digging through it.

"I forgot to-... to give this to you. It's still Father's Day, right, Papa?"

"Of course." He cooes. "What kind of Dad would I be if I put you to bed after midnight?"

Ohh. Found it!

"Here."

"What's this?" He smiles, holding out his hands.

You place a smooth, colorful stone in his palms.

"It's for you and Daddy."

You Rock, The paint on the front side says, and on the bottom side, Happy Father's Day. From Haen.

"Namjoon-seonsangnim said it's a joke in English," You explain, rubbing your eyes. "He thinks he's really funny, you know."

Your Papa chuckles, kissing your cheek. "Thank you, sweetest. Maybe Daddy will understand it. Let's ask him tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," You yawn. "Tomorrow."

"Let's get you into bed. You're late for your sweet dreams."

The next morning, when you hand the stone to Jungkook at the breakfast table, he just starts giggling to himself.

"Ah, seriously... Your Dad jokes are better than ours, baby."

"Namjoon-seonsangnim is gonna love it when I tell him that."

End Notes:

Of course, this is dedicated to everyone out there who's never gotten the chance to make happy memories on Father's Day <3333

Please share your thoughts and leave some suggestions for future chapters! ʕ•◡•ʔっ♡!

Things I won't write.

- Smut.

- Self-harm.

- Intense angst.

- Anything unrelated to Haen or Littlespace.

Everything else goes!

Current roles.

- Taehyung: Parent Caregiver.

- Jungkook: Parent Caregiver.

- Jin: ???

- Namjoon: Art / English Teacher.

- Hoseok: Homeroom Teacher / Playcare Owner.

- Yoongi: Music Teacher.

- Jimin: Little.

- Bangchan: ???

- Lee Know: ???

- Han: ???

- Changbin: Sports Teacher.

- Hyunjin: EA / Art Teacher.

- Felix: EA.

- Seungmin: Little.

- Jeongin: Little.

I encourage you to be friendly and patient with me! ^◡^

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eustassslut · 2 years

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Colourblind (Marco x Reader x Thatch)

i got @cyborg-franky in the @onepiece-reader-exchange

word count: 3,302 | they/them | gender neutral reader | soulmate au (you can only see in black and white until you meet your soulmate)

You're 6 years old the first time you ask your mother why the world you see is so bland and why this so called colour that your biology teacher talks off is so bleak when it comes to your eyes. All she can do is laugh, moving to sit down next to you on the floor of the family bar as she begins to explain the concept of soulmates.

"You're colourblind darling, you won't see colour until you look into the eyes of your soulmate."

Of course to a child this is just more confusion and your mother must sense it as she continues on, telling you "a soulmate is the person your soul is tied to, your destined other half who will complete you and make you feel complete."

"After-all", your mother continues on, "in a world where minks, giants and fishmen co-exist, it is only natural that soulmates exist to intertwine us all and make us better people."

Aged 10 is when you realise just how rare it can be to find your soulmate and just how many obstacles stand in your way. The world is wide and you live on an island located in Grandline, you are stuck hoping that your soulmate will sail into the port. But even that does not guarantee you will be given an opportunity where you are able to encounter them on the island and then look into their eyes.

Though the chances of you finding your soulmate on the island are low, you can't help but hope. Naturally, with said hope comes fantasy as your mind mixes up the beauty of your parents' soulmate match with the various daydreams about the type of partner your soulmate will be, creating a wide variety of perfect fantasy soulmates.

The children on the island would say you often seem lost in your own little world, sitting with your head in your hand and silly grin on your face in the corner of the classroom as you dream up these fantasies. Wondering to yourself if they will they be a pirate? A civilian? A marine? Will they be human or maybe one of the fishmen who often came through the island?

It's when you're 15 years old, slaving away at your family's bar on a Saturday evening when you first hear talk of the Whitebeard Pirates, of the dangers and heroic tales of their Captain who is said to be able to crack the very air around him.

Despite being older than the young children sitting awestruck around the table currently held by Roger Pirates, you find yourself being drawn towards the source of the words, a pirate named Gol D Roger, until you're left standing still behind the children and hugging the ale jug against your chest hooked on every word.

The tales of the Whitebeard have you fascinated and addicted, chanting along with the young children for more and demanding the raven haired captain tell of his own adventures along the Grandline.

Unfortunately, you are faced with reality moments into a tale about the journey to an island in the sky and reminded that you should be working on clearing the surrounding tables. So clean the surrounding tables you do, hanging on the every word you are able to hear and desperate to hear more.

The universe seems to be on your side however, as the Roger Pirates decide they quite like your family's bar and come back the next day offering a solid bar of gold for information on the sites of the island, alongside a paid night of drinking for everyone who shows up to drink with them. The night consists of cheers, heroic tales, laughter and the start of a new friendship.

The new friendship starts with a tug on your apron from the boy with long red hair from the Roger Pirates (tugging a blue haired pirate closely behind him of course), who seems excited to have an opportunity to make a new friend in the two weeks they plan to stay on the island. Over the course of the night as you serve the two boys glasses of apple juice that they pretend is beer, you learn their names are Shanks and Buggy, that they're apprentices for the crew and that they're soulmates.

Upon learning the last detail you feel a small bubble of jealousy rise in you, they're both younger than you and yet they've beat the unlikely odds of meeting each other. Alongside meeting, they've gotten to travel the whole Grandline on a famous Pirate group together.

But despite the initial jealousy a cycle is started alongside the friendship, the Roger Pirates coming in during the night to drink and the young apprentices coming to see you during the day to explore the island and building silly childhood (but still unforgettable) memories together.

It is during one of these days that you ask the two boys to describe what colour looks like and if it truly lights up the world around you. This prompts Shanks to ask you what you think your soulmate will be like and what you want them to be like. With the two boys encouraging you to be open with them and promising they won't tell a soul what they say, not even their captain, you find yourself opening up about your daydreams and your wants.

"I hope they will be a pirate like you both, I think that would be awfully exciting." You confess aloud for the first time, your hands suddenly seeming very clammy as you wipe them against the rough fabric of your shirt. The two boys are quick to grin and reassure you that they'll be hoping along side you that your soulmate is a pirate.

The Roger Pirates departure from your island two days later is filled with many tears and promises from the three of you to reunite, as well as promises to exchange frequent letters and transponder snail calls with each other.

One such letter that you receive a year later from Buggy details an encounter they had with the Whitebeard Pirates and mentions a young pirate apprentice on the crew your age named Marco, whom Buggy calls your type and jokingly writes that "he could be your soulmate, we both await your later confirmation".

Over the next 10 years Buggy and Shanks both emerge as Captains of their own crews (apparently Buggy didn't want to serve under Shanks' jolly roger due to his pride) but the joy is overshadowed by the earlier news of Roger's public execution. The island and the bar stay much the same despite this, such is the life of a small island located on the Grandline. But one small change does occur, the wanted posters of your favourite pirates begin to be pinned to the walls of the bar.

Ironically one of your favourite wanted posters pinned to the walls belong to the right hand man of the Whitebeard Pirates, Marco. The pirate Buggy wrote to you about all those years ago. Another favourite belongs to his fellow crewmate named Thatch.

Though you pretend to the curious children who wonder in asking about the pirates pinned to the walls that they're only your favourites because of the tales you've heard pass through the tables of the bar, the reality is that you think they're incredibly handsome pirates.

It's the week of your 26th birthday that finally brings the fated event, and an overall unique experience for the island that your mother jokingly calls your birthday gift from her (apparently she's not quite as obvious to your fascination as you thought). The Whitebeard Pirates arrive on your island to spend the next few days on land whilst they gather new supplies.

Naturally, as the bar known on the island for hosting pirates such as the Roger Pirates and the celebrated marine called Garp it's expected by your parents that the pirate crew will stop in at some point. Thus as you try desperately to squash the bundle of nerves growing in your stomach at the thought of meeting the Whitebeard Pirates (who you have been fascinated with for 10 years) whilst cleaning the tables in preparation for the fated evening.

The second day after their arrival brings 3rd commander Diamond Jozu and 16th commander Izo into the bar with various men under their divisions. Though it should be a normal day at work for you, you still find yourself stilling as Izo slides onto a bar stood in front of you and pushes a large bag of Bellis across the counter to you.

"Just an advance for the evening love, we look forward to the alcohol and food." He says with the elegant and stunning smile you've heard about from the female pirates who have passed through the bar before that had faced him.

The sight of the money seems to shake you awake, as you begin to prepare drinks of beer, ale and wine that you know the men before you will enjoy.

It's easy after you start working to settle into the role of the polite bartender that offers a smile with the ale, jokes about the posters pinned to the walls, tells them the bar's best food and asks them about their adventures, all while still focusing on not freaking out that these are the Whitebeard Pirates before you.

You become so focused in fact that the hours seem to blur together in your mind as a result of practised work ethic and general euphoria at the unique encounter with the crew. This focus is broken promptly at 9.37pm when the door is burst open and louder cheers of delight are raised from the men inside the bar. The cause of the cheers comes in the dominating form of the tall brunette man named 3rd commander Thatch, who strides over to the central table that has been unofficially claimed as the division commanders table.

At the sight of one of your favourite pirates before you has your cheeks flushing to what your mother would describe as a vibrant red, like a strawberry. It's a little difficult to control your heart and the heat of your cheeks in order to put the perfect bartender persona back on, but you manage to slip it on just in time for Thatch to call out to your father behind the bar for a beer.

The beer is passed onto your tray moments later with a wink from your father and a light hearted "go serve your favourite pirate" is thrown to your back as you walk towards the division commander table.

The polite bartender persona has slipped on just enough it seems because as you lean over the table in front of Thatch to place the mug, you look up at him to flash him a smile and happen to meet his eyes as you prepare to tell him to enjoy his drink.

Instead, the crash of a mug fills the air and the inside of the bar seemingly goes quiet. Your tray follows the mug to the floor as your hands fly to your mouth in shock, but the noise seems muffled to you, like it's taken place in another world because before you the world is suddenly bursting with more vibrant shades then you even know the words of.

"It's you." Your voice sounds shaky and breathless, but you decide to yourself that's it's rather natural given the circumstances.

"It's me." Thatch wears a cocky grin and is seemingly unnerved by the situation, but a slight tremble undertones his words and as you gaze upon your new found soulmate you notice his hands are slightly shaking.

It's then when you notice something is wrong. That something isn't how it's supposed to be in your fantasies. When Buggy had told you over sparkling apple juice in great detail what colours awakening in your eyes had felt like and how it had worked, he had never mentioned one eye bursting with colours before the other did. You can only see colour out of your right eye. Your left eye is devoid of colour.

Your brain stops functioning rationally after you notice this, your left hand flying to your eye as you try to rub it into bursting with colour and when that doesn't work you try blinking a series of harsh blinks. Then your ears seemingly unmuffle as a large, rough hand takes hold of your left one and gently pulls it away from your face.

"It's okay, that's fine for us. Please don't worry." Thatch's voice is calming and therapeutic to your hectic mind, which leads you to decide you could listen to it all day for the rest of eternity on this earth.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you mind following me outside? I think I should tell you this in private."

Thatch gestures with his head to the right, leading you to look around the room around you at the many silent pirates (and your confused parents) who are watching transfixed as the two of you talk, like you were some species they had never seen before in their adventures.

Thatch leads you outside, still holding your hand and pretending like it doesn't cause butterflies to fly in your stomaches. A comfortable silence surrounds you both as you both try to find an appropriate way to discuss what has just happen.

"You know, people pray in religious buildings every day for moments like the one when you just took my mind." You're the first to break the silence, blurting out the first thing that comes to your head.

You're answered with a deep laugh from the man before you and a very gentle squeeze to your left hand. It feels as if Thatch is scared to break you. Scared that if he lets you go you'll disappear like you're a figment of his imagination.

"I suppose so."

"So why did you bring me outside to talk."

Thatch stops then abruptly, turning to face you and opens his mouth to talk before he stops himself. It takes a moment or two for him to decide how to start the conversation and to gather his beating heart to a slower pace. "This is going to sound like a lot to take in but there's two of us." He stops for a second, hesitating before realising what he has just said doesn't make much sense, "I mean you have two soulmates. Me and Marco. There's three of us totalled now I suppose."

The mention of Marco has you go into hysterical laughter which Thatch seems to take as you not believing him. He opens his mouth to further his explanation but pauses when you raise your connected hands to stop him. Of all the chances, you have two soulmates (something not unheard of but still rather rare) and they're both the two pirates you fanciest the most during the past few years. Alongside that, one of them is Marco, the man whom Buggy had written to you about all those years ago.

"Take me to him." Your request seems to stun Thatch for a second, who would tell you many months later that he had already been preparing himself for a rejection from you in this very moment. But a grin quickly grows on his face at the request and he begins you gently pulling you along by your connected hands. Along the walk you struggle to take in the vibrant colours of the world around you, as you begin experience the world for it's true beauty.

Thatch seems to notice this as he begins asking you questions about you, your life and the family bar that shift your focus and distract you from the world around you. So distracted in fact that you don't notice until you're walking up a plank that you're walking onto the Moby Dick. The famous ship you had heard so many tales about from the pirates who had crossed it and from Shanks himself in his most recent letters.

Thatch would tell you years later how your eyes had lit up at the ship around you, how they had gone wide as you took it all in as he pulled you across the deck.

"Now who is this Thatch?" A booming voice echoes across the Moby Dick, stirring you from your fantasy and you turn your head just in time to see the greying and rather giant man. The very man Roger had told you about all those years ago, the man who could crack the very earth and defeat entire marine ships without even trying.

"Sorry can't talk Pops, looking for Marco" is all Thatch yells over his shoulder at his father who it would appear has seen this happen before, as he meerly mouths a simple "sorry" at you and lifts a giant hand to wave in your direction. It feels like a promise to met at a later date, but also like you've walked in on a private interaction with a teasing father like your own and a son. The situation feels surreal to you.

Thatch pulls you through several rooms and even more corridors on the Moby Dick before he eventually knocks on a room with an infirmary label on it. Despite the knocking, Thatch doesn't wait more than a moment before bursting through the door and dragging you along with him.

In the corner of the infirmary, a man with hair that can only be described as looking like a pineapple sits writing on a medical clipboard. It's Marco. The sight of the man pinned to the walls of your bar causes your cheeks to plush red again.

"Thatch, how many times have I told you that you can't just-" Thatch seems to burst in unannounced multiple times before as Marco begins reciting the telling off without even looking up. After he finishes writing his sentence on the clipboard, Marco looks up and immediately stops as he accidentally locks eyes with you in the process of looking for Thatch.

Then immediately your left eye bursts into colour, joining the right one in full colour only fifteen minutes after the initial encounter with Thatch. The experience has been rather overwhelming, going from learning your favourite pirate crew was on your island to finding a soulmate to discovering you have two soulmates, so the three of you settle into a comfortable silence again as they give you time to adjust to the latest development.

"I have dreamed of you for 26 years. I've never seen you or touched you, but I've yearned for you with all of my heart.” Marco is the first to break the silence, leaping up from his chair and promptly knocking it over as he strides across the room to stand before you. His words are romantic and well thought out, the perfect right hand man to the Emperor Whitebeard.

"You're both far more attractive than your Wanted posters." Is all you can think to blurt out in response in an attempt to flirt back with your newfound soulmate, causing fits of laughter to expel from both pirates.

"You seem to know who we are but I have yet to learn your name." Marco moves swiftly to take hold of your free hand and leans down to place a kiss on it. Thatch beside you fake gags at the sight, apparently not impressed with his boyfriend's flirting attempts.

"Y/N. My name is Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you soulmates, I've fantasied about this day my entire life."

Now aged 25, writing a letter to Buggy whilst Marco and Thatch sleep beside you about how you've found your soulmates and informing him that you can now confirm Marco is your soulmate, you're happy to say that your world is not so bland and devoid of colour.

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minteayoongimakesmewoozi · 9 months

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i'm still (yes, still!) thinking about the fits hashira au remix where ayame is the sabito to tanjirou's giyuu, and...

the rengoku family.

ayame's story has always been intertwined with the rengokus, and this au is no different. we still have shinjurou, kyoujurou and senjurou, but maybe ayame's shishou is shinjurou this time.

shinjurou finds ayame not long after her entirely family is slaughtered. he isn't quite as cynical as we see him in canon, so he offers to train her. he makes her his apprentice, and she trains alongside kyoujurou in those early years.

ayame is a year older than kyoujurou, but she teasingly calls him senpai. he's been training with shishou longer than she has, after all! between her training sessions with kyoujurou under shinjurou's steadily clearing eyes and helping them look after senjurou, she finds her smile after a couple years.

sometimes she leaves to train with tanjirou - with shinjurou's and urokodaki-san's blessing, of course. kyoujurou is hard-working, but shinjurou knows the importance of constantly sparring with a peer. he still thinks his apprentice and son have no talent for swordsmanship, that they would be better off doing something else, but it eases something within him to know that kyoujurou will have ayame to look out for him.

shinjurou never imagines ayame wouldn't come back from final selection.

senjurou is the one who greets tanjirou at the entrance. it's been a week after final selection and shinjurou already has a sake bottle in hand when he stumbles out to the genkan with kyoujurou.

instead of his apprentice, it is urokodaki-san's boy standing before him. he holds out ayame's seigaiha kimono with shaking hands, tears streaming down his cheeks.

ah, shinjurou thinks. so she died after all. just as he suspected, breath of flame simply isn't powerful enough.

"i'm sorry," whispers tanjirou.

shinjurou lifts his sake jug to his lips and takes a long drag. the bitterness in his throat, he tells himself, is merely the alcohol.

kyoujurou unfreezes himself. he pulls a crying senjurou into his arms, mouth opening and closing soundlessly.

"how?" he asks, even if the answer is plain to see.

"there... there was an oni. i was - i was injured, and she - she protected me. she took my mask and my - and she... she protected me. she protected everyone."

"ridiculous," shinjurou growls. "utterly useless."

at her strength, she should have known better. he thought he taught her better than that, but he was wrong. he should have known better; he wasn't a teacher. the only things he could teach fell apart when it mattered most.

what good is a flame hashira when they can't even protect what matters most?

he always knew she would never become a hashira. he just never thought she would fail to become a demon slayer.

"it's my fault," tanjirou sobs.

"no." shinjurou takes another swig of bitter, bitter sake. "it was her own fault. she was weak, and now she's dead."

"chichi-ue," kyoujurou gasps, pressing senjurou's face into his shoulder to muffle his brother's sobs. "don't say that about ayame-neesan!"

"don't be absurd! she was never going to amount to anything!" of course she wasn't. she was his apprentice. "of course she died. she was merely average. stop your pathetic crying."

perhaps this will serve as a lesson to kyoujurou. he should throw away his ambition of becoming a demon slayer. just like ayame, he wouldn't even survive final selection.

shinjurou spirals.

he drinks enough to blackout when kyoujurou leaves for final selection anyway. he doesn't try to dissuade him. let him learn that lesson the hard way.

kyoujurou makes it back - alive - but shinjurou knows it must be luck. sheer, foolhardy luck. none of his students will amount to anything.

he drinks to forget, but he always remembers.

until one day he can't even fulfil his duties. kyoujurou steps up, fiercely and without hesitation. a fool.

an idiot.

(he is as much shinjurou's apprentice as ayame was.)

"how do you know that name?" kyoujurou asks.

it's another bout of luck that he survived a battle with upper three. he will never be able to use breath of flame again, but he is alive.

sake is still bitter on shinjurou's tongue.

"huh?" the peach-haired boy who headbutted him utters.

"ayame-neesan," senjurou whispers, loud enough to be heard through the paper-thin walls. "no one... we don't talk about her."

"... she was rengoku-san's apprentice, wasn't she?"

"yes, but..." kyoujurou clears his throat uncomfortably. "she died long ago. years ago. before i joined the kisatsutai."

"did... d-did kamado-san tell you?" asks senjurou.

"ha! that depressed loner? i don't think he speaks to anyone, really."

"th-then how...?"

"eto... it's difficult to explain. do you - do you believe in ghosts, rengoku-san, senjurou-san?"

ghosts. of course they exist. shinjurou is haunted every single day.

he tunes out the foolhardy boy - the one who is a descendant of breath of sun users. someone who wields such power would never understand the loss that shinjurou knows intimately.

"she told me she had a message," sabito says. "she wasn't sure if that guy ever had a chance to give it."

"kamado-san doesn't speak to us," kyoujurou says, surprisingly frustrated. "if he relayed it to chichi-ue, we were unaware."

"oh." a pause. "well, ayame told me - that is, ayame-san said she wanted her shishou to know that she was grateful for everything. she wouldn't have gotten so far if it hadn't been for everything he had taught her."

"oh." then again, in a softer voice, "oh."

"ano..." sabito is speaking again. "that guy... his haori. it's... unique."

"seigaiha. because he's the water hashira." kyoujurou makes an uncertain sound. "senjurou and i gave it to him. it was ayame-neesan's."

"ah. i see."

"he blames himself," kyoujurou continues. "no matter how much i try to talk to him, he always avoids me. i guess it'll be easier now. for him."

"ah..."

"if you have something to say to - to kamado-san, you should say it, sabito-san. if it's really true... if you can talk to ayame-neesan even now..."

"somehow," a shaky laugh, "i feel like i shouldn't tell him."

"you should try anyway," kyoujurou says bluntly. "you're his tsuguko. he'll listen to you."

"... mn."

"don't pressure him, aniue."

"but - "

"thank you for your time," sabito interjects. "i learned a lot."

senjurou gives sabito a flame-shaped tsuba.

"it isn't mine," rengoku-san assures him. "it was actually meant to be ayame-neesan's. you should use it."

sabito jolts. "me?"

"yes. i think she wants to protect you. that was the kind of person she always was."

in some ways, sabito is glad that ayame only appears intermittently. she would be embarrassed otherwise.

he thinks about their last conversation - how she said something bound her to this plane of existence. for a really long time, he thought it was guilt over how she had left things with kamado-san.

maybe that wasn't all.

senjurou fidgets with the hem of his sleeves. "she would have preferred it if you had used it, aniue..."

rengoku-san laughs. it's wheezier than his booming laughter from before, but just as boisterous. "then i would have still passed it on to sabito shounen!"

"aniue..."

rengoku-san's expression turns solemn. "the one thing ayame-neesan always hated was feeling helpless. this way, at least a part of her can still offer protection - for your hands and katana, if nothing else. take care of it, sabito shounen."

the tsuba is brand new. there isn't a single scratch on it. it hasn't seen a day of battle. only where it was kept in rengoku-san's pocket all these years.

sabito wonders what ayame might have been like, if they had a chance to meet in this living world. he can see traces of her in senjurou's kindness, in rengoku-san's beautiful arcing movements. even if death, there is still something that remains.

ayame would be embarrassed to know that.

he should tell her the next time they see each other, he thinks.

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floosies · 2 months

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Radio

early 2000s au

eddie munson x fem!oc

warnings: mentions of drugs, cursing, eventual smut, mentions of abuse, friends to lovers 18+

a/n: i just wanna say this fic is an ode to what i wish i could have be doing in the early 2000s if I hadn't been in elementary school. i know alot of us twenty somethings wish we would have been older than we were.

Sophomore year, 2007

Eddie had repeated the eighth grade, so when he started high school, he should have been sophomore, but his uncle was determined that kid needed to be held back, his teachers too, he's wasn't stupid but living with his dad in the early years of his childhood had fucked with his education. He either did or didn't go depending if his dad was on the run for jacking a car or something. So much for no child left behind, and in Hawkins of all places, they would hold him back as much as they could, not just in school, but in life too. Most of the student body saw him as trailer trash and nothing more. His uncle had taken him in before he entered middle school, and while he tried his best to stay out of trouble, he wasn't gonna let assholes bad mouth the only real father figure he had.

It didn't matter though, he'd gotten his shit somewhat together to get into high school. Barely passing and not really caring, he wanted to at least try and get his diploma for his uncle's sake. System of a down was blasting from his best friend's room. He'd known Jeff for some time and even though his parents didn't like the 'influence' Eddie had on him, he was thankful for him. Jeff had been one of the few kids who actually thought Eddie was cool. They'd been friends since, and he was kind enough to let him hang at his place afterschool, where'd they'd use his computer to post band stuff and update their myspace accounts.

Today though Ed had gotten lucky. He'd jacked some kid's locker and scored an ipod in there. Sure stealing was wrong, but he was broke, too broke at least to afford an ipod. He'd spent the summer trying not to get caught working for his dad's friend to make enough for the iphone. It was easy money in reality, but he knew his uncle wouldn't have been happy to know he was selling drugs to people. The phone was easier to hide than what'd he'd been up to in the summer, even then he still sold every once in a while. Band equipment and his car were never ending needs he had to deal with.

The plan had always been the band, he'd learned to play the guitar on his own accord, rock music was his home away from home. It helped having friends like Jeff who understood what music was really about. Anything they ever earned at a gig was saved in a one of those gallon jugs, they were midway but the hope was to make enough to get to LA or New York and get a studio session. Their live demos and shotty youtube videos got them some online views but not enough to call the attention of anyone yet.

Julie had a whole different life from his. Her parents were loving sociopaths, who controlled her life as best they could. Nevertheless, it didn't do much. She would still sneak around and hang at house parties on the weekends or get drunk at sleepovers with her best friend. She was well known online as a party girl and whether it was her myspace or livejournal she had somewhat of a following for her antics.

At most she was thankful her parents had no clue about the internet. They'd gotten her a digital camera and an ipod with no clue what she really did with them. They were naive at best but could be ruthless at worst. They'd take away her things for months on end if they felt she had been on some sort of weird or rude behavior. It didn't stop her though. Despite her popularity online, in school it was a whole quieter ordeal. Sure she was known, but people only want to associate with others under certain circumstances. Her group was small, and the outfits she'd wear on a friday night weren't what'd she'd been seen in on a monday morning in class.

She wasn't a genius by any length but she wasn't an idiot, she was getting by with decent grades and fake persona for her teachers and parents. It's the only thing she had to keep them from really looking into who she really was, or was at least trying to be.

Blame the internet, they met through their myspace accounts. She had mentioned one of their songs or more like she was looking for one of their songs because they had played at a party she had gone to the weekend before. Eddie couldn't believe he didn't know her, they went to the same high school and were in the same grade. They started talking almost immediately, about everything and anything.

It didn't take long for cellphone numbers to be exchanged and to agree to finally meet at lunch. She had told him not to ditch for her lunch period but he didn't really care about it. To Eddie she was someone who finally understood what he was trying to do here. They were both surprised when they finally met up, she swore she could feel her heart racing out of her chest. It was one thing to talk on the phone or through text, but being actually with him felt like something else.

He felt the same way about near her, she had mentioned to him that he probably didn't recognize her because she wasn't wearing the kind of stuff she usually wore on the weekends out. Its what they ended up talking about that whole lunch period, about how few moments they had where they could really be themselves. Only difference is Julie still felt her parents held the control in her life. That's something Eddie no longer tied him down. Still, he felt for her, from their long talks on the phone and at lunch, he was getting to know this girl for who she really was and that mattered to him. He even ended up walking her to class.

Her friends did give her a couple of glances when she walked into class that day. Questions on why she was hanging out with him and who even was he? One of her classmates heard her mention his name and said Eddie had always been chaotic and liked to start shit for fun. Sure she could have listened to them, but all the stuff they were saying didn't matter because she knew him well enough after a month or so of talking to him, to know that if he came off that way it was intentional.

From that point on, they would try to hang out as much as they could. Parties and after school days when she would go over to his place, despite him initially saying that she probably wouldn't wanna be seen at a trailer park. She honestly didn't care, all that mattered was not being near her hellhole house and that she was able to do her homework. Meanwhile he played guitar hero for her and showed her songs he was working on. Every now and then she would try and get him to do his homework too, which would in turn lead to them not doing anything because he'd use anything as a means of distraction.

Then there was a week when he got suspended for accidentally bringing a pocket knife to school. He told her he had been helping his uncle fix up a patch on the roof and forgot he had left the knife in his jeans pocket but they probably just wanted an excuse to get him out of their hair. His teachers ended up confused when she showed up that week asking for the notes and missing assignments he would have. Maybe she shouldn't have but she did them for him and when they met up on friday night she handed them in exchange for a couple of pre rolled joints and some tabs.

He watched as she went off with her girlfriends that night and got blacked out. They were only getting to know each other though, he didn't wanna overstep anything with her, but he made sure she got home alright. The following Monday it was as if it had never happened and he didn't really mind.

Sophomore year had been a trial and error of getting to know each other and figuring out how the friendship would work. By the summer they had it down, they were comfortable enough with each other to not really care too deeply about things, but also were practically glued to one another. She met the rest of the band and his other friends. She'd shoot their sets for them and post them on their youtube, hell she even added them to her top five. Of course everyone around them could see that there was more going on between the two but neither Eddie nor Julie were going to ruin whatever they had going on already to start something intimate.

#stranger things #eddie munson #2000s au #joseph quinn

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sunnydaleherald · 3 months

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Thursday, January 25 - Friday, January 26

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How I Want To Be Free (Angel, T) by Pinkperson

Shine (Giles/Jenny, G) by HAL1500

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peachheadjones · 2 years

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Hey I'm not saying I'm mentally ill I'm just saying an AU with bratty mouthy kindergarten teacher Jug who is not afraid to snark off to Sweet Pea aka the big bad serpent king with the sweetest cutest daughter that jug loves to bits and sweet pea who is unreasonably weak for this kitten of a teacher would fix me

#angry sex like a lot #claiming kink #soft nsft #sweet pea likes the idea of making jug his house husband and father of his child like. an aggressive amount #jug is the same he knows what he's doing with those short overalls #jugpea #sweet pea #sweet pea x reader #sweet pea riverdale #jughead hones #swughead #southside serpents #text #text post #au

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zumpietoo · 2 years

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No, that’s what you WISH....

And now this season is about just randomly “bringing in comic elements”??? Dude, the BAV triangle was RAS’s OG plan. Jizzy happened cuz Barfie sucked so harrrdddddd.....and, as an IRL couple (one half of whom is smoking hot), they had great chemistry and Cole challenged PP’s acting abilities.

But I thought this season was about everything as it should be, but everybody’s miserable? Oh, no....oh yeah, it’s about puddle jumping thru AUs every 5 eps? Oh, noooppee....Leading everybody back to the REAL Plaiderdale/5-17 by Brina thru the mines??? Ooopsss! Your weird, twisted, edited Married Life? Noooope?

Tabs is gonna fuck the ASL teacher/realice she can’t compete with Slizzy/die???

It’s as if you’re, yet again, always wrong.

Apparently you ARE correct in that will seemingly be no full triangle by end of season.....but that’s per KokeJ, who made it clear Barfie continues (cuz it’ll be sometime close to 5x19 when Jug wakes up from his coma dreem).

Since you claim it’s all an AU/fake,

Umm....presumably they’ve been besties all along. Admittedly, it’s trash....but it always was. And now, suddenly, Vermin will be hurt? Who GAF?

Oh...now it’s all fanservice? Aren’t you the same crew endlessly insisting RAS needs to listen to y’all? I think they wanted to explore AUs/final battles. They just, yet again, couldn’t make it work.....AND the bigger arc has dick to do with the triangle....again---RAS always wanted that.

You’re just mad you

A) are consistently wrong about everything

B) by “better” you mean “don’t follow my express fanfic”

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paymechildsupport · 13 days

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ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ!Ryomen Sukuna x M!ʀᴇɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ!Reader //“𝗠𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲..?”

Request, @zxuii

--- "HI HIII first off, i love your writing style, i actually adore it lol. Second I want to request Teacher!Sukuna x Male!reader that was also a sorcerer from the heian era, a powerful one who gets jealous quite often of the attention Sukuna gets since back in the Heian era the only ones who where close enough to Sukuna was reader and Uraume (Unless Uraume didn't exist in this AU or smth happened) so a lot of fights between them break through since Sukuna isn't good with communication either. You can decide if you want this too be Angst in general or paired with something else i don't mind!! :))"

((I love this <3))

-!! M!Reader (he / him)

-!! Wee bit of angst (he's just a saucy boy) + goofy kinda smut (dunno what kind of style it's called lol)

-!! stuff ain't proofread 🥶

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

･・❥・---------------------------------------------------------------･・❥・

Sukuna remembers you vividly from the past; from that time 1000 years ago. How could he forget? Such a flamboyant character, – power exuded with every step, the earth seeming to shake with every fall of your foot. A wandering swordsman: a rather powerful sorcerer who curiously didn’t belong to any one clan. You’d spend your days traversing the earth, sleeping in the empty shrines near villages, taking commissions and odd jobs from just about everyone– human or not.

Sukuna found it odd how you didn’t align yourself with the standard belief of sorcerers: you were benevolent to cursed spirits like him, you didn’t have the sudden impulse to exorcize, to destroy. Perhaps it was your lack of loyalty to a clan, or the fact that curses could offer prices just as good– if not better, than humans. Either way, it was quite interesting when you crossed paths for the first time; him, the terrifying, all powerful King of Curses, – four arms and two grotesque faces, towering over you, a humble traveler, – and you just stood there, – smiling, at him, – the rumored monster of Ryomen Sukuna.

He was absolutely astounded, – had this guy not an ounce of fear? The singlest shred of self-preservation? You should be screaming– running, – begging at his feet for mercy, – not making small talk

“Nice weather, huh?”

“Excuse me? It’s pouring”

“Oh, I hadn’t noticed 😋”

He could sense a staggering amount of cursed energy from you, much more than the average sorcerer– let alone human.

“Nice jugs btw”

“???”

Bud was flabbergasted – he could only watch you walk away with a big grin on your face. Later that evening he had to bring it up to Uruame, who was cooking up the latest harvest of human bones:

“He said you had a nice chest.”

“Huh, usually one would think to say that to a woman–”

“Perhaps the sorcerer thought you were a woman”

“What.”

Ever since he’s had an affinity for you, a fascination… an obsession. He needed to know everything about you, – your goal, your motives, your desires, your deepest and darkest of fears, – the most depraved of thoughts of this strange sorcerer who had the gaul to compliment his chest like he was some kind of street whore.

He ran into you the next day at the same village, just as you were about to leave. You acted so nonchalant, like he was just another acquaintance, it was truly fascinating and… dare Sukuna say, endearing. He initially went there to kill you for your audacity from yesterday, yet he ended up only shit-talking the village folk wit you, – the old swordsmith who swore there were devils living in his chimney, - the old woman by the creek who was rumored to drown passerbys in the water next to her tiny abode, - the sleezy thug of a priest who thought it was funny to scam you for cleaning his shrine free of charge (whom Sukuna ended up gutting shortly afterwards). The curse was left to, yet again, return back to Uruame with new rantings of you

(just let them cook in peace 😭)

The next day, a band of those pesky Zenin showed up, – and Sukuna thought the opps were on him again. Turns out, not only were you not apart of any specific clan, but you were also quite unpopular with a majority of sorcerer society. After finding out, Sukuna couldn’t help but rush to your aid, determined to cleave the gang of sorcerers in half for trying to harm such an interesting specimen of his. Imagine his utmost surprise to find them not only beat upon his arrival, but diced up and dead on the forest floor, too.

He was beyond impressed: a seeming clanless nobody such as yourself had chopped down about a dozen of one of the most powerful sorcerers of the time. You saw him staring from afar, waving and flashing that stupidly charming smile of yours. Sukuna couldn’t help but invite you back with him, the dozen dead bodies in tow

Uruame cooked up a mighty fine dinner that night, one the three of you enjoyed together (yum, human flesh). From that day on you were part of the gang: you, Sukuna, and Uruame. Most days you would be off for up to months at a time, simply doing your own thing, going town to town. Whenever you’d run into your good pal as he was burning down the latest village you’d make sure to have a nice catch up over a warm meal (cooked by Uruame)

You and Uruame got along, – they liked the fact that you could often cook together, Sukuna– being useless as shit in the kitchen – was barred from helping lest he incinerate everything

But alas, you were mortal, fickle; temporary, – and no sooner did you come into his existence were you cruelly ripped from him, – finally effectively jumped and killed.

Sukuna almost couldn’t believe it: you never lost- you weren’t supposed to lose, but you did. You fought valiantly, taking an impressive number down with you. In the skirmish, Uruame disappeared, Sukuna was reduced almost to dust,-- miraculously he survived, albeit incredibly weak. They sealed a majority of his power away in his severed fingers.

Now, weakened immeasurably and down a pair of arms, – momentarily without his chef and darling sorcerer, Sukuna had a change in heart

No longer did he want to be the bad guy, he wanted to be good, to help others, – to help the future of jujutsu sorcery (nah, that’s some bullshit, he just wanted to continue being fed, and he could only be if he became a teacher in sorcery, lol)

—----

Flash forward to modern day…

—---

Seeing you once again, reborn, was a complete whiplash for Sukuna.

You recognized him immediately, obviously, – he was your man after all <3 (even if he denied it)

Poor baby had to physically restrain himself when he saw you back to kicking ass as a modern day jujutsu sorcerer, having not changed an ounce since he last remembered you

You miss his four arms, – almost more than Sukuna did. It disappointed Sukuna to see you disappointed with his lack of arm power. Still, he only needed two arms to absolutely destroy you--

After the incident with Yuji Itadori accidentally consuming one of his fingers (which made Sukuna livid– blud has been sweating and grinding to get those fingers back, and to find out some random goofy ahh kid decided to munch on one? And they wanna give him MORE??) – Sukuna has been absorbed more than ever into his work.

You adore his students, – especially Megumi, Nobara and Yuji – (much to Sukuna’s dismay) and oftentimes will stop by his lessons just to bug him in front of them

You were still the same insufferable charmer as before, shamelessly batting your eyes and making crude comments to catch him off guard:

“Hey cutie ;) “

“Hell do you want” he sneers, “wish to be my example for today’s lesson?”

“Nah, just passing by, – those pants make your ass look fat by the way”

“What.”

“Toodles !!”

It infuriated him, much to your delight

It was different now, back then it was just you and him, Uruame bearing the only witness to your shenanigans. But when you say those things in front of those brats, – the same brats who were taught to fear and despise his kind, who were suppose to be intimidated by him, – it makes his job of maintaining the tough, snide “King of Curses” just that much harder

Yuji, with all the time he spent with Sukuna as his main mentor, would ask about you frequently: what you were like 1,000 years ago. Whether it was the nostalgia or purely the fact it was you, – talking about it always softened Sukuna’s grueling and harsh belittling. Poor Yuji could only catch a break when Sukuna started saying “Back in my day..”

“Sukuna-sensei?”

“What, brat?” Sukuna paused, casting an unimpressed glare over his shoulder

Yuji propped his head onto a fist, leaning on the desk in front of him. The empty classroom was dimming with the setting sun, the vibrant colors that always made Sukuna wanna barf invaded through the windows from the sunset, painting the empty classroom a colorful ombre,

“You said that odd man who likes to hang around you was around 1,000 years ago, right?”

Sukuna’s eyebrows scrunch in annoyance, “Yes, and?”

“What was he like? Does he act the same as all those years ago? How’d he get reborn? What was your relationship like?” The curse wanted to punt the kid across the room with all his silly questions. Instead, – knowing you’d dislike it if he hurt Yuji, – he opted to take a deep breath, air hissing through his teeth, before answering,

“Mm, you brats are so invasive, – the world doesn’t revolve around you selfish vermin.” sighing, “but fine, I’ll entertain whatever silly fantasy you have about me in your head; he was a sorcerer, a pretty damn strong one, too”

“But you didn’t kill him-” Yuji interjects, confused

“No, I didn’t”

“Why, were you two good friends.?”

He growled at the quantity of the questions, causing Yuji to scoot back in his seat slightly,

“No– well, sort of. I’d assume you could say that.”

“No-? Really? Kugisaki thinks you two are dating”

Sukuna’s jaw almost drops to the floor,

“What.”

“Yeah, – Fushiguro says you two were together back then too, with the way you look at each other”

With the way he-?

“Was he your like… private prostitute or something?”

Sukuna has never heard such fuckery before:

“No. – I’d suggest you’d stop wherever you think you’re going with this, brat.”

“Did you bang though?”

That threw him for a loop, and Sukuna couldn’t help but wince at the term. “Banging” was a poor choice of words, – such a word couldn’t possibly do what you two did justice.

No, you didn’t “bang”

Sukuna couldn’t help but be drawn in by you, – your attitude, your carefree-ness, your power, he wanted it all for himself, – which he sometimes did

Those endless nights of pleasure where’d he just lose himself in you, - your affectionate caresses, your sweet nothings whispered into his ear that cast shivers all throughout. Sukuna was used to hearing praise showered upon his name, – his devotees throwing themselves at his feet to worship the ground he walked on. But he didn’t care for their praise, – not like he did yours. Your kind words were treasured, craved. If only you had been a woman: he would’ve made you a concubine, – no, – his wife.

—---

His ego is fragile, witnessing you tearing apart his terrifying image horrifies him.

Unfortunately for Sukuna, you couldn’t stop dotting on your pretty princess :3 It all came to a boiling point when you saw one of his colleagues start to cuddle up just the littlest bit too close: and he just let them. Seeing Mei Mei acting so clingy with the King made something in the pit of your stomach drop. Your envy boiled, sour and ripening into an ugly weed. It was obvious she held no actual affections (because one, – Mei Mei only lives for cold, hard cash, – which Sukuna didn’t really have on him, which was odd— and two, he was way too old for her tastes)

You just couldn’t help yourself, – he was wearing such a tight shirt, it hid nothing.

“Yo, nice tits”

He was done. You were done sullying his name with your filthy words, – you were done humiliating him. And he made sure you knew that too

He had pulled you into his empty classroom, all the students and staff long gone. Sukuna towered over you, cold glare sending a delicious shivering cascading through your body,

“Enough.”

“Eh..?” you wince, your voice sounded all wrong, too high pitch and breathy, “enough of what?”

Your damn smile again.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Your humiliation is not appreciated.”

You scoff, “humiliation?”

He glares, “silence, brat” he firmly grabs ahold of your chin, forcing it upwards, making you look him directly in those creepy, maroon eyes.

One moment Sukuna has his emotions underwraps: he’s focused, – locked in, – he’s not going to let something as fickle as human ‘love’ hinder his plans. The more assertive the better, he would not be walked on – but he also didn’t want to accidentally lash out and do something he ends up regretting

The next thing he knows, Sukuna starts spiraling,

“You insist on following me, stalking me for over 1,000 years, – it’s pathetic” wait- what? No, he didn’t mean it like that

“--you mortal brats are as measly as ever, it’s no wonder you died to your own kind” pause, no, no, no, no, no….-- what was he doing? He didn’t actually mean that-

“--killed by fellow sorcerers: pathetic. Dead and reborn, you’re still the desperate mutt crawling back to me..” Stop. Make it stop. Someone stop him. Stop/

“Uruame should be back here instead, seeing you is the biggest disappointment in this millennium”

Oh..

“... fine then.” Your voice is quiet, small. Don’t look at him like that.

Sukuna’s eyes widened, but he couldn't seem to say anything, his tongue glued to the roof of his mouth. Instant dread pools into his stomach

“I see how it is. If that’s truly how you feel…”

“Wait no–” Sukuna starts, immediately tensing up as you lower your eyes onto his. He swallows, hard. He hated the dejected, – the defeated look on your face. You looked so sad, and Sukuna couldn’t bear to see you sad , – something that terrified him to no end, — you terrify him to no end. You elicit the most exotic of feelings within him, reviving his ancient, rotten, worm eaten heart to a thunderous boom. Sukuna is reminded of the times back then: you laying in the field, hand twining in his hair, lightly scraping his scalp, – him sighing in content like an old dog. There would be the half eaten corpse of some unfortunate sorcerer off to the side, and you’d occasionally hand feed one or two limbs to the second mouth on his stomach, tongue out and awaiting like a dog’s for a treat —Such tender moments, the power you have over him makes him feel weak in the knees. Every instinct within him told Sukuna to run, - to protect himself from this threat that was your adoration. The thrill gnawed at him from the inside, – but oh, the ecstasy from it felt so good.

But he was Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses – he couldn’t face having such an open weakness – taking on a lover would feel like he had gutted himself, taking away a fundamental aspect of his existence as a character. You just have to keep stoking the flames. ,

… “nevermind, just go. I could care less”

You do, closing the classroom door behind you, and Sukuna can’t help but feel as if half of his soul leaves with you. This happened every time: he’d push you away, only to immediately regret it, craving deeply for your validation.

Shit, seems like he really did have a lot to learn when it came to such fickle human emotions.

He’d make it up to you, – he always did.

—-------

You were the only one to bring him to his knees, the only deity the King would bring himself to worship , – and what a divine thing you were.

Those nights of infinite passion, – you underneath him, (and occasionally him under you–) he’d take you with the utmost care. Ryomen Sukuna has never been “gentle” with something, – let alone with another living individual, – but with you his touches were always so attentive, so skillful and purposeful. He never wanted to hear you scream in anything but pure pleasure.

On the most precious of those nights, you’d coax the sweetest of noises from his lips. You could’ve sworn he has whimpered, despite his firm denial.

You were his God.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

A/N: thank you for the request <3

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scorpionwins · 3 years

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Mr. Jones' Class of Misfits

"We were a bunch of weirdos, I have to admit."

#au #teacher jug au #riverdale ocs #ch: spike milgrum #ch: connor walsh #britta #ch: vinny abner #ch: ricky '' curly'' farrows #ch: allie cohen #ch: ollie carter #ch: daisy freeman #ch: myra grimm #jughead jones #riverdale #original characters #my edits #ross lynch #finn wolfhard

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years

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I'm in the mood for a fic where...

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1. Hii! How are you doing?Do you guys know any fics where there is a teacher/student relationship b/w lwj and wwx?? Preferably bottom wwx but I am fine either way!! Thanks;)

Night of Sixth Magnitude Stars by Leffy (M, 23k, wangxian)

classroom consequences by wildfloweryn (orphan_account) (E, 20k, wangxian)

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2. Do you have any fics that involve LWJ time-travelling? Preferably during the Cloud Recesses days: i found some “Older LWJ ends up in the past during the Cloud Recesses arc” fics recently and thought I’d ask if you have any! But I’ll also take LWJ time travel fics of any time in general. Please warn me if theres a lot of angst though lol.

❤️ For Both Of Us (And Time Is But A Paper Moon) by sami (E, 65k, wangxian, time travel, both JC and LWJ time travel)

❤️ The Dreams of Youth by sami (E, 86k, wangxian, only LWJ time travels)

Lan Yuan's War by BurningTea (G, 180k, wangxian, angst w/ happy ending, wip)

💖The Wild Geese’s Tomb by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (T, 66k, wangxian, time travel, temp character death)

💖 Lan Wangji's Prank by shiroakuma (E, 23k, wangxian, sunshot campaign era)

💖 The Abyss Also Gazes by Dei_Starr (DeiStarr) (M, 15k, wangxian, sentinel&guide, mind the tags, WIP)

💖 Molten Gold by jesso (M, 17k, wangxian, angst, WIP)

💖 All According to Plan by pupeez4eva (T, 6k, wangxian, temporary time travel, humor)

💖 Back to the Seasons of My Youth by justdoityoufucker & MeliorismMint & Potatoes_Radishes & Vrishchika (T, 14k, wangxian, also dimension travel)

💖 Do you want to hear by allollipoppins (T, 12k, wangxian, epistolary, dark!lwj)

💖 The Eternal Recurrence by countingcr0ws (E, 51k, wangxian, time traveler’s wife au, angst w/ happy ending)

💖 The One Where Lan Wangji Time Travels by Love_Psycho (T, 6k, wangxian)

💖 Bind Me, Heal Me, Break Me by Gotcocomilk (E, 11k, wangxian, angst w/ happy ending, pov wwx)

💖 vinegar jug by dandelion_san (G, 7k, wangxian, humor, WIP)

💖 Back up and dream again by The Silverfish (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (T, 4k, wangxian, fluff)

💖 From the Future for the Past by friedchickenlord (G, 27k, wangxian, humor, fluff)

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3. Hi can you rec me a few fics where after the burial mounds siege wwx lives and runs away with a-yuan or fakes his death... Maybe he comes back later in thirteen years time... Thank you so much for doing this!!! @mybestfriendisacinnamonroll

❤️ Cryptids are not Permitted in the Cloud Recesses by crossdressingdeath (T, 96k, wangxian, canon divergence, WIP)

❤️ kick at the darkness 'til it bleeds daylight by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf & tardigradeschool (T, 75k, wangxian, parent trap au)

These Things Unseen by bonyenne (T, 34k, wangxian, my post)

The storm comes and goes (and I keep walking) by Naamah_Beherit ( M, 41k, wangxian, my post)

Innocence by snowberryrose (G, 9k, wangxian, my post)

There is a lot of crossover in the answers to #11a below, so check all those

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4. are there any fics out there featuring Lan Wangji's POV on the day Wei Wuxian came back into his life--the day he met "Mo Xuanyu?" thanks! @canary3d

❤️ The Price of Old Wishes by SoManyJacks (E, 67k, wangxian, pov LWJ, angst w/ happy ending, Mojo’s post)

❤️ From my heart's ground. by orange_crushed (E, 38k, wangxian, my bookmark) - not exactly canon, but wonderful nonetheless

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5. Hi! Do you know any fics where YZY and WWX are kinda(???) friends?? or maybe like she calls him Wuxian/A-Xian/A-Ying etc? like she's still like usual YZY except she's a good mom etc etc and she's supportive and all? @sentientcongee

plant a little happiness (let the roots run deep) by fleurdeliser (E, 47k, wangxian, modern, car accidents)

❤️ A Burning Cold by MountainRose (G, 29k, no ships, my bookmark)

a different reflection by silversshadow (T, 32k, wangxian, my post)

❤️ the thing with feathers by RoseThorne (G, 43k, wangxian, my bookmark)

See #2 on this post for madam yu treating wwx as a son.

Sun Stained Lotus by MidnightLightHowlite (T, 70k, wangxian, YZY&WWX, good parent YZY, angst w/ happy ending, fluff, miscommunication)

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6. Hello, do you have some fics where WWX is literally and formally adopted by the jiangs and really treated as their kid&sibling? Thank you.

Hope series by RoseThorne (T, 49k, wangxian, time travel)

See #2 on this post for madam yu treating wwx as a son, but you’ll have to check to see if there’s formal adoption. Also refer to the stories in #5 above.

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7. Hello! I'm in the mood for wangxian fics that focus on/heavily feature those 13/16 years where lwj was grieving wwx after his death, preferably from lwj's POV. Thank you <3 @thedeepestdaydream

black irises in the sunshine by doodlebutt (G, 2k, LSZ & LWJ, angst, grief/mourning)

For Wei Ying by scifigeek14 (T, 7k, wangxian, Diary/Journal)

❤️To be of use by Erisette (not rated (G), 53k, wangxian, Mojo’s post)

Bottles of White by ThisIsWhereTheMagicHappens (T, 7k, grief/mourning, not LQR friendly)

Here are fics that have both my tags #grief/mourning AND #13 years. At this point, there are 21 of them. Happy reading, and stock up on tissues, because you will cry.

Concerning Rabbits by pomme (manta) (G, 28k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, rabbits, introspection, character study, the Cloud Recesses rabbits serve as vehicle and metaphor for all LWJ’s relationships, including the Years of Mourning)

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8. Hi and thanks for helping so much with your blog! If you have any good yiling wei sect fics please send them my way! Im always in the mood for them...

❤️The Yiling Wei Clan by scifigeek14 (G, 45k, wangxian, Mojo’s post here)

❤️ Restoration by ritualist (M, 85k, wangxian)

❤�� The Dreams of Youth by sami (E, 86k, wangxian, my bookmark)

hot necromancer singles seeking dom daddies in your area by Mikkeneko (M, 19k, wangxian, my bookmark)

❤️love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, wangxian, Mojo’s bookmark)

Share Your Silence by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (E, 127k, wangxian, series in progress, my post)

To Do With You What Spring Does With Cherry Trees by sfbluestocking (M, 37k, wangxian, my post)

bloom into the ground by tattletold (M, 58k, wangxian, my post)

Safe in the Arms of a Demon by Starlight1395 (G, 19k, jin ling & uncles, background wangxian, zhuiyi, my post)

My tag #homesteading includes some others wherein there isn’t an official Yiling Wei Sect, but they do stay in the Burial Mounds (orin one case, travel elsewhere) and make an official, permanent community.

Cradle by Dragonesque (T, 196k, wangxian, WIP)

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9. Hello do you have any fic recs like decay by antebunny ? I read another whose name I cant remember but it was wen qing wen ning and wwx going to qinghe to help heal wn and wwx from the resentful energy and while there they helped solve the nie saber issue. I just want some recs where wwx is hurt by resentful energy and has used it to heal his injuries from the burial mounds and everyone finds out. Well not necessarily everyone. But lwj for sure. The jiangs maybe. Sorry for the ramble but i hope i was clear enough.

❤️ three surgeries and a mercy kill by MarbleGlove (T, 11k, medical procedures, fix-it, Mojo’s bookmark)

Birthday Party by waffles_4_breakfast (E, 81k, wangxian, WIP) because it has wwx getting poisoned and lwj trying (and failing) to purify the poison in the cold pond

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10. Hi! First of all thank you for everything you do!!! Do you have any canon-compliant fics of Lan Zhan being an adoptive parent / guardian to Lan Sizhui? Preferably during the timeskip between wwx dying and being resurrected, but I’m open to whatever? I just really need more soft Dadji in my life 😩🙏🏼

❤️ One for Sorrow; two for joy by osiesaur (G, 11k, accidental baby acquisition, mojo’s post)

The Boy with the Sunshine Smile by Witch_nova221 (T, 153k, LSZ & LWJ, wangxian, LSZ & WWX)

Side effects (of planting a child) may include: Growing a new friend by GreenArrow (G, 1k, LSZ & LWJ, LJY & LSZ)

❤️To be of use by Erisette (not rated (G), 53k, wangxian, Mojo’s post)

Of Bunnies and Childhood Dreams by iamtheelvenprince (T, 20k, wangxian, 6 works, my post)

❤️Volition by Aerlalaith (T, 33k, wangxian, my post)

Love, in all its small pieces by in_seclusion (G, 5k, lan sizhui & lan wangji, my post)

Hear No Evil, See No Evil Anymore by quiversarrow (not rated (G), 6k, lan sizhui & lan wangji, future wangxian, my post) canon divergent

The Accidental Baby Acquisition Club by nerdzeword (T, 26k, wangixan, my post) canon divergent

❤️And Miles To Go Before I Sleep by Glitterbombshell (T, 24k, wangxian, WIP, my post, here there be ANGST) canon divergent

our little one by writedeku (G, 6k, lan jingyi &lan sizhui & lan wangji, wangxian, my post)

set your old heart free by words-writ-in-starlight (Gunmetal_Crown) (E, 42k, wangxian, my post)

the spaces between by tellthemstories (T, 12k, lan sizhui & lan wangji, wangxian, my post)

growing pains by luchiden (G, 3k, lan sizhui & lan wangji, wangxian, my post)

There’s a Lunatic in Mo Village by BastetCG (T, 12k, wangxian, my post)

Gathered Herbs & Sweet Grasses by hansbekhart (not rated (G), 20k, wangxian, my post)

❤️Begotten by ecorie (G, 37k, wangxian, my post) canon divergent

After by tellthemstories (G, 5k, lan sizhui & lan wangji, my post)

invisible thread by Kika988 (T, 7k, 2 works, series in progress, wangxian)

Response by Aki_no_hikari (G, 12k, wangxian, my post)

Sun In An Empty Room by lightningwaltz (T, 10k, wangxian, my post)

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11. I was wondering if there are any fics where A) Wei Wuxian and the rest of the Wens go somewhere other than the burial mounds? Or leave the Burial Mounds later on and go somewhere no one could find them? Not to a sect. I mean actually leave and hide somewhere else or leave the country? Also looking for fics where B) Wei Wuxian cooks! I read a few of them and loved the idea of him perhaps working as a chef or for his sister (maybe a catering business or restaurant?) and that's how Wangji meets him.

11A)

❤️ Just as the Snow Melts by draechaeli (T, 66k, wangxian, Mojo’s bookmark)

Myopia by rustycol (M, 67k, wangxian, WIP, has the Wen Remnants dispersing to live under a sort of Witness Protection (Granny and A-Yuan wind up in the Cloud Recesses; WWX, WQ, and WN are incognito as nomadic smugglers among some characters from the Water Margin.))

❤️ The Amazing Adventures Of Jiang Xiaolian And Family by bumbledees (T, 63k, wangxian, series in progress, Mojo’s bookmark)

wide enough and wild by impossibletruths (E, 64k, wangxian, my post)

An Elegant Solution by giraffeter (E, 205k, niewangxian, my bookmark) - note that this is an OT3 with nmj not just wangxian: the wens go to Qinghe

❤️the kite string and the anchor rope by fleurdeliser (M, 39k, wangxian, my post) - they go to Gusu

bloom into the ground by tattletold (M, 58k, wangxian, my post) - they all move underground

The Source of All Resentment by Aquamarinade (T, 40k, wangxian, SW/ZY, 镇魂 | Guardian fusion, WIP) WWX and the Black-Cloaked Envoy arrange for the Wen Remnants to live in Dixing

Bait and Switch by JustAWanderingBabbit (T, 15k, 3zun, wangxian, Mojo’s post)

11B)

❤️ a lovely light by seagaze (T, 62k, wangxian, modern, midnight diner au, CW for eating and sleeping disorders)

❤️ Welcome to the Great Gusu Bake Off! by BlackWiresOnHerHead (G, 60k, wangxian, humor)

The Great Chinese Cook-Off by aubreyli & cafecliche & etymologyplayground & mme_anxious (G, 10k, wangxian, WIP)

A different fate by SplitGirl28 (Not rated, 7k, not JFM & YZY friendly, WWX conceals his academic and cultivational gifts, runs away from the Jiangs, and becomes a chef for the Lan sect)

light and sound by Anonymous (E, 37k, wangxian, my bookmark) - part 2 has a cooking wwx

Wei Wuxian is Lan Wangji’s MisterChef™, and no one else's. by headBONDmeLWJ & Kuro00 & LanEgg10 (M, 85k, wangxian, modern, chefs, cooking lessons)

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12. hello, can i ask for fics in cloud recesess era where wwx takes lwj seriously when he says to get lost and stop bothering him and then lwj gets salty that wwx doesn't hangout with him. thank you so much

Watching by Faiz (G, 2k, LXC/WWX)

Of Bunnies and Sleeves and All Happy Things by moonwaif (G, 3k, wangxian, mutual pining)

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13. hello!!!!!!!!! can u help me find some fics where wwx and lwj (mutually?) baby trap each other pls??? (can be mutual or not ig) like the truly a love story for the ages by sweetlolixo

Here we go Again by Scrippio (T, 38k, wangxian, it's not really baby trapping but they joke about it)

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14. Know any fics where someone points out how hypocritical Nie Mingjue is for condemning Wei Wuxian for using demonic cultivation when his Sect uses practically the same thing just with animals? Or where he realizes it himself?

❤️ Did I Not Explain Why the Sunset Turns Red? by 3988Akasha (E, 100k, wangxian) Only a small scene but it’s there if I remember correctly ~Mod L

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15. Hi, I was hoping you could show me to some fics where WWX is sent as a sacrifice to LWJ? I've seen a lot with WWX as the big scary warlord and only golden when the day met the night with LWJ as the warlord. ❤️

debt of a knife (E, 13k, wangxian)

illustrated Twitter fic by yin_yoru has the Qishan Wen offering WWX as a sacrifice to DragonJi

as the sun will rise by vespertineflora (E, 126k, wangxian, ‘monster demanding sacrifice’ lan wangji)

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16. hi!!! can u help me find some fics where lwj is a mob boss or something similar? thanks!!!

So Full Of Love (Wouldn’t Know Where to Start) by witchupbitch (M, 54k, wangxian, WIP)

a lotus, blooming in wait by galaxylatte (T, 7k, wangxian, ABO, wip)

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17. Hey I'm sorry if I bother you, did you know any fic where Wei Ying dead and never come back. Thank you 💙

❤️ Bitter Recompense by mondengel (M, 1k, LWJ & LXC, angst)

Side By Side Suicide by scifigeek14 (T, 3k, wangxian, my post, both of them die)

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18. Hi, I love these blogs so much! You're amazing! For the next I'm in a mood for.... do you know any good fics where LWJ dual cultivates with WWX to make him a new golden core? Preferably a get together fic instead of an established relationship. Thank you so much!

❤️ in defense of lightning by fruitys (E, 15k, wangxian, getting together, burial mounds days)

❤️ Always Light My Way by cqlorphan (E, 27k, wangxian, pining, getting together, post-canon, bottom!LWJ, Mojo’s bookmark)

❤️ Bind Me, Heal Me, Break Me by Gotcocomilk (E, 11k, wangxian, time travel, burial mounds days, bottom!LWJ)

❤️ intents and in tents by mexicantt (E, 12k, wangxian, established relationship, secret marriage, sunshot campaign)

Propagate Understanding by draechaeli (E, 176k, wangxian, my post)

❤️ Trojan Kiss by malkinmalkout (E, 33k, wangxian, my post)

24 Hours by tailor31415 (E; 5k, wangxian, bondage, dual cultivation as actual qi-working, responsible Dom LWJ)

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19. Hi! For the in a mood for, is there anything like a Warm Bodies au floating around? LWJ and WWX would make a great R and Juliet. The Lan sect in general is hilarious to imagine as zombies. Thanks! @existential-cringe

❤️ A Corpse Called By Name by jaemyun (Not rated, 60k, wangxian, angst w/ happy ending, zombies) Not really Warm Bodies au but you might still like it ~Mod L

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20. Okay because this idea has been driving me crazy, are there any fanfics where wwx makes secretly music and they find out about it and listen to it?

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmemeand MDZS KINK MEMEon Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order! ***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

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cosmiclove-heavenstruck · 3 years

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Midnight Quidditch Games | Harry Potter

Pairing: Harry Potter x Gryffindor!Reader (written with a female reader in mind, though the gender is not stated)

Wordcount: 3800 words

Warnings: none, just fluff and friends-to-lovers

Summary: Fred and George come up with the idea of hosting illegal Quidditch Games for all four houses every Friday night. Harry convinces Reader to play with him and they end up on the same broom.

a/n: No Voldemort Au, set in Harry's fifth year. English is not my native language, so there might be spelling/grammar mistakes. (Based on a headcanon by @/ murphcooper on tumblr)

Friday was my favourite day of the week, and there were two reasons for that: One, it was the start of the weekend, and two, we played Quidditch.

Up until fifth year, the most I had to do with the popular wizarding sport was cheering at the official school games for the Gryffindor team and attending the Quidditch World Cup in 1994. Then Fred and George came up with a very illegal, yet very exciting and fun idea, which was to host unofficial Quidditch games in the middle of the night that any student could attend. Whether it were First Years who could barely fly, or simple people that never made it onto their house's team, anyone was welcome.

The twins had planned it the first two months of their sixth year together with Quidditch fans from the other houses and had created lists for every common room, which wouldn't be readable by the teachers or Filch.

“It's illegal! What if something happens? What if someone gets hurt, how do you want to explain that to Dumbledore, or worse, to Professor McGonagall,” Hermione argued as soon as Fred and George had prompted their idea to us one Sunday evening.

“I'm disappointed. Do you really think we would work that sloppy?”, Fred asked.

“The house elves are in,” George explained. “Which means free food and free healthcare, all in one!”

“Awesome,” Ron said, and he should be proven right.

The only rules to attend were the duty to remain silent and to come in your pyjamas, just for the sake of it. Gryffindors and Ravenclaws would be playing against Hufflepuffs and Slytherins, Lee Jordan would be commenting as always and because Madam Hooch wasn't available, Hermione would be our judge. This was decided unanimously.

The first two games had occurred at the end of November, and they had been a complete mess. We had to raise the number of players on each team so everyone who wanted to play fit in, which led to three Keepers, six Chasers, four Beaters and two Seekers for each house. Furthermore, there had been a dozen of first years who couldn't fly yet and who had to be taught by voluntaries.

Those first two Friday nights I had spent with Lee, Hermione, Luna and Dobby on the commentary stand, cheering and eating chocolate biscuits. Once in a while, I had thrown a biscuit in the air for Harry to catch.

Because of the bone-chilling cold and pitch-black darkness brought by the Scottish winter, Fred and George had invented glass bulbs which carried bright orange, warm fire and hovered over the Quidditch pitch.

With the first Friday of December approaching, the excitement grew bigger and it was basically the only topic during every meal. Now that the rules and positions had set and the First Years could fly, we were awaiting the first serious game – as serious as playing Quidditch in pyjamas with Hermione as a judge could be.

“You have to play, too,” Harry said to me during lunch on Friday. My friends had tried all week to persuade me to play instead of only keeping Hermione company, while I had constantly declined.

“Yes, come on,” Ron agreed. “We know you can fly, you played with us this summer.”

“No, no way.” I shook my head and pulled the pumpkin juice jug closer.

“Why not?”, Harry asked, covering my glass with his hand. I raised my eyebrows, but he only grinned, which made my stomach tingle. But I glossed over the unwanted feeling and shoved his hand away.

“Because all positions are filled. And besides that, I would be a terrible Chaser,” I answered. “Or a terrible anything, really.”

“You could play as a Seeker,” Hermione suggested and poured herself a drink. “You're good at noticing details.”

“But Harry and that boy from third year are playing as Gryffindor Seeker,” I reminded her, cutting my toast in half.

“You could fly with Harry,” She said plainly. I stared at her with wide eyes. I should had known the moment I had told Hermione about my not-so-tiny crush on Harry that it had been a bad idea. Now she did what I should had expected: Trying to set me up with him.

“No, I – no.”

“But I wouldn’t mind,” Harry said. “And if you don't like it, I can drop you off at the stands again. Come on Y/N, say yes.” He nudged my shoulder, looking at me with sweetest puppy eyes. I couldn't say no to him, he knew that. I sighed.

“Fine.”

A content smile lit up on his face. “Brilliant.”

Around half past nine, we made our way out of the castle and down to the Quidditch pitch. Harry, Ron, Ginny, Fred and George, as well as a dozen other Gryffindor students had their brooms shouldered, following me and Hermione through the dimly lit corridors.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” I whispered, tapping the Marauders Map, which soon revealed Hogwarts’ grounds, ink lines flowing over the parchment. Filch was strolling around in his office, and so was Snape. McGonagall’s ink dot hovered in the East tower of the Fourth Floor. “Everything’s clear, but keep quiet,” I informed the others.

Hermione linked her arms with me.

“How are you?”, She asked, a knowing smile on her lips.

“Shut up. What was that at lunch?”

“Oh, come on, I just said what you were thinking. Everybody knows you have a thing for each other,” She said, and I quickly turned to make sure Harry was still talking to Dean and Ginny. Hermione chuckled. “I made a bet with Ginny that you will kiss after catching the Snitch together,” She added.

I swirled back around. “You what?”

“But Ginny thinks you'll snog in a broom closet afterwards.”

Before I could reply anything, Harry had caught up with us.

“What are you two whispering about?”, He asked, leaning closer so I could smell his deodorant.

“Nothing,” I said and was glad that the darkness hid my tinted cheeks. Hermione let herself fall back, leaving Harry and me alone at the front of the group.

“You're a terrible liar,” He said.

“Says you. Remember last year when we had detention with Snape –”

Harry wrapped his left arm around my shoulders, pulling me unintentionally closer, and placed his hand over my mouth to stop me from talking any further.

“You promised you'd take that to the grave.”

I grinned and pulled his hand away, though his arm stayed around me.

We made it out of the castle without any inconveniences, thanks to Peeves, who – on orders from the twins – created some chaos in the trophy room and distracted McGonagall.

We were the first to reach the pitch, and Harry unlocked the door under the stands with the key on the necklace around his neck, which led to the changing rooms and the spare brooms. Fred and George had stored the fire bulbs under a loose floorboard and were now freeing them so they could fly over the pitch. Hermione directed her wand towards the sky, sending out a Muffliato Charm, then winked at me and climbed up to the commentary stand with Lee.

In the meantime, the other houses arrived; the Hufflepuffs were followed by a tiny body of house elves carrying fast food on tablets over their heads. They spread over the stands, consorting with the students watching the game and providing them with hot meals and drinks.

“Welcome back everyone!”, Lee's voice echoed over the pitch and the crowd cheered. “And also welcome to everyone new here who wants to play or just likes to break the rules.”

“Hello from me too. We have some new players I want to introduce,” Hermione continued. “Marina Florence playing Keeper for Slytherpuff, Arthur Mitchell deputizing for Gryffinclaw’s Chaser Demelza Robbins, who is currently stationed in the hospital wing, and Y/N playing Seeker for Gryffinclaw together with Harry Potter.”

“That's ridiculous! Since when are we playing in pairs?!”, Draco yelled out of the crowd of Slytherin players.

“Since I'm making the rules, you daft idiot!”, Hermione called back, and laughing echoed over the field. Ron's language was clearly leaving a mark on her. “Now get on your brooms, everyone!”

“Make sure you don't slip off your broom in those silk pyjamas, Malfoy, ” Fred snickered loudly, and Draco held up his middle finger.

Slowly, the huge crowd of players on the pitch flew up into the air, positioning themselves on the right spots. I turned to Harry, who climbed on his broom. That was the part I had avoided to think about all afternoon: How would we fly on that thing together?

My heart drummed so loudly against my ribcage it was a miracle he couldn't hear it. We were friends, I reminded myself. And I would not ruin this friendship for the sake of some stupid feelings.

“Come on, Y/N,” Harry said, stretching out his hand. I grabbed it, and he helped me to climb onto his Firebolt, so that I was sitting in front of him. His fingers gripped around the broom stick, not very far from where I had placed my hands.

“You alright?”, He asked and I nodded.

“Brilliant,” I said, and he chuckled. He then wrapped his left arm around my waist before he kicked us off the ground and the Firebolt shot through the cold night air. My back got pressed against his chest, his knees squeezing my thighs, and out of shock, I held onto his arm around me.

I hadn't flown since last summer, and even then it had only been on Ron's old broomstick a few feet above the earth. This here was the complete opposite: Harry's Firebolt was a hundred times faster, and it barely took us three seconds to be the ones flying the highest over the stadium.

“I got you, everything's fine,” Harry said somewhere close to my ear as he had noticed my hand clenched around his arm, and a warm shiver ran down my spin. I looked down on the Quidditch pitch.

“It never looks that high when I’m down there,” I said.

“Are you afraid of heights?”, He asked, but I shook my head.

“No.” Not with you. I could feel his heart beating against my back and absently stroked over his hand on my waist, until Hermione's voice ripped me out of my thoughts.

“Okay, I want a fair game and no injuries, is that clear? And show some respect to the youngest players! Now ready, steady, GO!” With a wave of her wand, the trunk with the Quidditch balls snapped open and the Quaffle flew high into the air, followed by two Bludgers. For a short moment, I saw the Golden Snitch, then it rushed off into the darkness.

“So, what do we do now? Any secret strategies?”, I asked.

“No,” Harry answered, placing his chin on my shoulder. “We just wait and watch.”

A tingling warmth spread through my body at the subtle touch. Gently, Harry steered the broom around the pitch, while the others beneath us played.

“Katie wins the Quaffle – passes to Montgomery – Rick close to score, come on – YES, Gryffinclaw scores 10 points!”, Lee bellowed and loud applause erupted. “And Slytherpuff in possession – Blaise with the Quaffle – Josephine Gordon from Hufflepuff takes over, excellent Chaser that girl, and rather attractive – OW, I'm just stating facts!”

Hermione had smacked Lee on the back of his head.

“Anyways, Blaise in possession once again – now First Year Conan Ivory – Smith overtakes – and he scores. Ron, look at the Quaffle, not at Hermione – OW! – But Gryffinclaw still leads – Ginny overtakes – fights off some Slytherins – hey, careful Harry, Bludger coming your way –”

Harry quickly leaned over me and the Firebolt dropped a few meters, dodging the Bludger rushing over our heads. George (or Fred?) darted after the ball, calling a quick “Watch it, lovebirds!” at us, and hit the Bludger towards a Slytherin Chaser.

The other twin was close behind, shouting “Less snogging, more seeking!”

“Shut it!”, I yelled. For Merlin's sake, did everyone knew about my crush? Was it really that obvious for everyone except Harry? Not that I wanted him to find out – he would be embarrassed, he didn't think of us as anything other than friends.

Harry's arm slipped from my waist and he cleared his throat, but a broomstick did not provide much space, wherefore his chest was still pressed against my back and I could feel his rather fast heartbeat.

“Do you, uhm... want me to drop you off?”, He asked.

“Oh. Uh, no,” I said, trying to turn so I could face him, “I like it, but if you want to –”

“No! No, I just thought...” Harry’s eyes danced over my face like they had never before and we were quite close.

“ – Applebee has the Quaffle - and that's a score! Sixty to sixty!”, Lee called, and Hermione blew her silver whistle. I ripped my eyes off of Harry and looked down to the commentary stand. “Now, we’re gonna have a short break, because Dobby thinks you're gonna starve otherwise. All the first and second years are asked to go back to their dorms, because it's almost midnight – don't complain to me –”

Harry carefully steered his Firebolt back to the ground where he landed near Ron and Ginny. I climbed off and was glad to be spared an awkward conversation, because Ginny grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side of the pitch. The sudden loss of Harry's warm chest made me shiver.

“Now, have you ever thought about making out in a broom closet?”, She asked, a mischievous grin on her reddened face. I rolled my eyes at her.

“Hermione told me about the bet, so don't even try! No one's gonna make out in a broom closet,” I said.

“Except you and Harry,” Ginny replied. I opened my mouth to talk back, but was interrupted.

“What’s going on with you and Harry?” Cho had caught up to us, snatching a plate with fish and chips from a tablet an house elf carried through the crowd. “I have watched you, it's adorable, honestly.”

“First off, there's nothing to be adorable,” I said and stole a fry from her plate, “and second, you are supposed to watch the Snitch, not us.”

“So is Harry, but he only has eyes for you.” Cho smiled and tapped my nose with her finger. Ginny giggled and ate a piece of fried fish. In the same moment, Hermione breathlessly jogged up to us.

“What – were – you – waiting – for?”, She panted. I furrowed my brows.

“Huh?” Hermione sighed and shook her head.

“You were this close to kiss him, why didn't you do anything?”

“Is my love life this much more interesting the Quidditch game?!”

All three girls answered “Yes” in union.

“But he doesn't feel the same way for me!”, I argued. “We are friends –”

Ginny grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me around. “Do friends look at each other that way? I don’t think so.”

Harry stood a few feet away with Ron, Seamus and Dean, though he seemed not to listen to their conversations and instead stared over at us. At me. When he realised he had been caught, he waved shyly and almost spilled his pumpkin juice. I waved back at him before turning to the girls again, all of whom were looking temporising at me.

“Oh, I – I don't know. Even if you're right, I can't just kiss him out of nowhere on his broom.”

“No, you gotta snog him in a broom closet so I get my Galleon,” Ginny said smugly, and Hermione nudged her with her elbow and looked at her watch, before blowing her whistle again.

“Everyone back on their positions, break's over!” Then Hermione shot me a serious look. “Get the boy, we're all done of you pining over one another. Ron can get the other boys to crash somewhere else, if you need the dorm.”

“Hermione!”, I gasped, but she was already rushing back to the commentary stand.

“Good luck,” Cho said, and Ginny winked. I glared at them before making my way over to where the Gryffindor boys stood. I saw how Ron said something to Harry, patted his shoulder and flew off.

Harry turned to me, smiling. His hair was even messier than usual due to the wind, and he had put on a black hoodie over his pyjamas. He looked cute and hot at the same time, and I couldn't quite believe that he was supposed to like me back.

“Do you want to – or?”, He asked.

“Yeah,” I smiled and he got on his Firebolt, making space in front of him for me.

“Good. I mean –” He cleared his throat as I climbed on his broom. The next second, we were high up in the air, his chest against my back again.

“Okay, guys, game's on again! Go!”, Hermione shouted and waved her wand at the Quaffle, which flew upwards and was caught by Ginny instantly.

“And we're back – Katie passes the Quaffle to Valentina – She flawlessly dodges a Bludger – Back to Peters, almost made it onto the Ravenclaw team – and he scores! SEVENTY TO SIXTY.”

I took a deep breath and leaned back against Harry, watching the game unfold. He propped his chin back onto my right shoulder, like an unspoken routine.

“I think I'm gonna play again next Friday,” I said out of the blue.

“Really?”, He asked, sounding surprised. I smiled. The crowd underneath us cheered.

“Yes. If you save me a place on your broomstick.” I turned to look at him, and he smiled brightly at me. We were as close as earlier, maybe even closer. I held my breath, until I noticed something small and golden buzzing through the air behind Harry, illuminated by one of the fire bulbs.

“There!” I pointed at the Golden Snitch, and Harry's head spun around to assure himself.

“Do you trust me?”, He asked.

“Of course,” I replied. Instantly, his hand was back around my waist and he yanked the Firebolt around.

“ – Seamus throws the Quaffle to Dean – Dean passes Nott – and he scores! NINTHY TO EIGHTY FOR GRYFFINCLAW! And Potter seems to have spotted the Snitch, Draco, Cedric and Cho close behind – Come on, show them what that Firebolt can do!”, Lee's voice roared from somewhere deep down, but my eyes were glued onto the Snitch: It whirred through the ice cold December air and up to the left ring of the Slytherpuff team.

Malfoy had almost caught up to us; even though the Firebolt was the fastest broomstick on the market, it was obviously slower when carrying two people instead of one.

The Snitch twirled around the pole, then dropped down and headed for the floor. Harry followed, and now we where almost vertically flying downwards. Because of the sudden shift of direction, I swore loudly and clenched my hands tighter around the broom.

“I won't let you fall, I promise,” Harry called over air rushing past us.

“I know, but a warning would have been nice!”, I yelled back, and he chuckled.

The weight of two people on one broomstick also meant that we got dragged downwards way faster, which meant we were outdistancing Malfoy. The Golden Snitch took a sharp right turn and now buzzed two meters above the ground to the other side of the pitch.

“You have to catch it!”, Harry yelled.

“WHAT? No, I can't –”

“Yes, you can! I have to steer!” And hold you. But he did not say that. I swore under my breath and carefully loosened one hand from the broomstick, stretching it forward. The Snitch was inches away from my fingertips and I pushed myself up, Harry's grip around my mid tightening. The silver wings touched my fingers, I stretched my arm further and in the same moment my hands clasped around the tiny, golden ball, we fell forward.

“ – And that doesn't look – Oh, Potter and Y/L/N are on the ground. I can't really see, if someone caught the Snitch –”

As one tangled mess, we landed on the frozen lawn, rolling over one another and stopping with Harry half on top of me. My whole body ached and I would definitely get bruises from the fall, but that was something I could worry about later. I caught the Snitch!

“Shit, sorry, fuck. Y/N, are you alright?” Harry's face hovered over me, a bloody scratch on his cheek. I grinned happily and held up the golden ball.

“Yeah, more than alright.”

“Y/N caught the Snitch! TWOHUNDRED AND FORTY TO EIGHTY! Gryffinclaw wins!”, Lee bellowed and the crowd cheered and applauded loudly. Harry held out one hand to help me up, and I took it.

“I'm sorry, I know I promised, but I couldn't hold you any longer and –”

“Shut up.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips. My hands found their way into his raven hair, and he hugged my waist, pulling me so tightly his fingers almost touched his own rips with the opposite hand. I kissed him, and he was kissing me back; it felt like someone had lit a firework in my heart, and for one marvellous moment, we were the only two people in the whole wide world.

Then the other players landed on the field, and we broke apart, catching our breaths. We were both grinning, and I felt drunk from the cold night and catching the Snitch and kissing Harry.

The raven haired boy bent down to kiss me once more, this time softer, and he intertwined our fingers before leading us over to our friends, where Ginny flicked a Galleon into Hermione's open hand.

“Took you long enough,” Ron said, who had both his and Harry's broomstick shouldered.

“Well, they got around in the end,” Cho added, leaning against Cedric, his chin propped on her head. “Sleepover at the Ravenclaw dorm?”, She added, and we all nodded in agreement.

While Fred, George and Lee collected the fire bulbs and Quidditch balls, and the house elves cleaned up the dirt with a snap of their fingers, we made our way back to the Hogwarts castle:

Ron alongside Hermione, followed by Seamus and Dean arm-in-arm, Cho with Cedric, one arm around her waist, Ginny carrying a tired Luna on her back, and lastly, Harry and me, holding hands.

“You know, I'm glad I agreed to play with you,” I said. Harry smiled.

“Yeah, me too.” He pressed a kiss on my cheek. In spite of the shivering cold, I had never felt more warm and comfortable than in this moment.

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