#this Really startled me when i got this in the middle of class but thank you(???)

[miralyk]

it’s me boy, i’m the splinter cell speaking inside your house… listen to me boy, leave the art insecurity

HELLO?

#captain laserhawk #splinter cell #sam fisher #ask #this Really startled me when i got this in the middle of class but thank you(???) #ty ominous positivity anon i Had to draw this when i got the ask and i ran home to post LMAO

[xxkissesforchanniexx]

What do we think about a enimies to lovers / academic rivals with Jeongin?? But It ends good.. Ive been thinking about and It cant get out of my mind

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

Pairing: college student!Jeongin x fem!reader Word count: 2.8k Genre: Fluff 🥰💖 >.> in a sense & Smut 🔥❤️ Warning: enemies to lovers >.>, they in college don't be stupid use protection, use of y/n with you/your, baby bread is jealous, i think i got it all??

A/N: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, theres a lot to go through in my requests and my computer wasn't working yesterday so I'll try my best to get all the requests out soon. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT! - Khxndle

"I can do better." were the words you had grown to dread over the years you'd known Yang Jeongin. It went all the way back to the third grade when you were top of your class, and then Jeongin appeared, and just like that, he was the "smart kid." It wasn't bad necessarily, you had someone to talk to about school, someone who understood, until it was bad, and Yang Jeongin drifted away from you in middle school. That wasn't when you started hating him though, it was that spelling bee of 8th grade year, you were so close, he swore to you it was an "I", it was a "Y" and you blew the competition.

"Bradykinesia." The teacher at the table asked you.

"Definition?" You asked.

"Slower or difficulty moving the limbs."

"Bradykinesia... B-R-A-D-I-K-I-N-E-S-I-A. Bradykinesia."

"Incorrect. Yang Jeongin?"

He smiled, his thin eyes crinkling. "Bradykinesia. B-R-A-D-Y-K-I-N-E-S-I-A. Bradykinesia."

Your eyes widened as you turned to look at Jeongin.

"Correct. Yang Jeongin will continue to the district competition."

You never really spoke to Jeongin after that.

You sighed deeply as you walked into you literature class, second year of college, it had been about four years since you had last seen Jeongin and even longer since you had a friendly interaction. As you sat down and the seats began to fill in the classroom you scanned the room for a bit. The sound of a notebook slamming down to your right made you jump, you turned to see a very cute boy with light brown hair and chubby cheeks.

"Oh, did I startle you?" He laughed lightly. "Sorry." He sat beside you, "I'm Jisung."

You nodded with a small smile, "y/n."

Jisung smiled brightly past you, "Jeongi-"

Your jaw dropped, Yang Jeongin stood at the door, he fixed his glasses and looked at you. "l/n y/n..." He smiled at you with all the care a chainsaw had to wood.

Jisung looked between you and Jeongin. "You know each other?"

Jeongin smiled as he sat on the other side of Jisung, "I know her very well."

It had been several weeks since the start of your literature class with Jeongin, and he was relentless. If you answered incorrectly, he was the first to correct you before the teacher could even say you were wrong, during learning games, it was always him a few points behind you, only to answer the final question faster just to watch your face fall as you placed 2nd. Jisung noticed after a while and asked what the problem was only for Jeongin to reply with a "She's the problem." and you to reply with a "The idiot to your right."

As if your life couldn't get any worse, Jeongin had a wondrous looking 98% on his 6th week report while you had a 97%.

"I can do better, I gave you ample room to pass me." he teased as he waved the paper in your face.

Jisung smiled sheepishly, showing his 74%.

You collected your things and checked your watch.

"Where are you going?" Jisung asked.

"Study date." You said.

"With who?" Jeongin raised a brow.

"Christopher from the theatre department." You picked up your bag.

"Does he even-" Jeongin started.

"He did literature last semester." you smiled. "Plus he's cute."

Jisung bounced his eyebrows comically.

Jeongin bit his lip. "Hm. Okay."

"Anyways, bye bye."

Jeongin looked at the desk for a minute, he could do better than Chris to help you study, who was Christopher anyway?

"Jeongin..." Jisung leaned in and smirked. "I smell the bitter scent of jealousy..."

"Huh-"

"You're mad she's going to ask Christopher for help studying,"

"What? No." Jeongin replied quickly,

"Why not just offer to help her?" Jisung tilted his head.

"Who in their right mind helps their rival?" Jeongin grabbed his things and started leaving.

"You know I'm right!" Jisung shouted after him.

"Nuh uh!" Jeongin shouted back.

Come the 12th week check, you and Jeongin were tied. He bristled as you proudly announced your 98% during lunch break, his grade hadn't changed.

"It's thanks to Chan." You smiled to yourself.

"Who is Chan?" Jeongin's brows furrowed.

"Christopher." Jisung said sipping his coffee.

"When did you start calling him Chan?" Jeongin stared at you.

"When did it become your business?" You shot back.

He sucked in a breath and huffed out hopelessly. It wasn't his business, but it bothered him that you were relying on some theatre major.

"Y'know, frat boys are having a party next weekend." Jisung looked at you, "Of course, being the such good friends, Chris and Felix are, I'm sure he's going."

You shrugged. "Don't have time for fra-" Your phone buzzed and you looked at it.

Channie😵‍💫 01:37pm My friend is gonna have a party, be my plus one?

You looked at Jisung. "I might just have time."

Jeongin glanced at your phone and his fist clenched. "I'm going." he said and looked at Jisung.

"Oh my!" Jisung smirked.

"Shut it." You rolled your eyes and smiled at your phone.

"You ready for the test tomorrow?" Jeongin nudged Jisung.

"What test?!" He practically shrieked.

"It's a miracle you have a C." You sighed.

"OH HELP ME STUDY!" He started pulling out books and vocabulary sheets.

"I'll he-" You started.

"Jisung, let me help you, I know the material better." Jeongin smiled at you.

You narrowed your eyes and looked at your phone, quickly replying to Chan:

You 01:43pm Sure :)

The test the following day was difficult, you even saw Jeongin looking confused, but you somehow finished with a 86%. As the students filed out of the class with the lunch bell you sighed.

Jeongin looked over your shoulder, "There isn't ever going to be a day you pass me is there?" He smirked.

You wanted to smack him. "I didn't study as much as I should've."

Jeongin's brows furrowed. "What were you doing with Chri-"

"As I said before, he's cute." You shoved the test into your bag and stood, Jeongin looked at you and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

You looked at him waiting for him to say anything and when he didn't you made a face and left him alone in the classroom. It was when he saw you joining the well built man with dark hair and that stupidly charming accent in the hallway, he knew he was screwed.

It was the night before the party and you were knee deep in clothes from your closet, searching for an outfit, any outfit.

"You could just go in jeans and tee." Jisung said from where he lie on his stomach on your bed in your apartment, looking up from his phone and kicking his legs.

"You could just look more masculine." You teased, intentionally throwing a hoodie over your shoulder to hit his face.

"Hey!" His eyes narrowed and you chuckled softly. He looked at his phone again and sat up, "I have to go."

"Already? You just got here." You glared at your friend. "Who's gonna help me pick an outfit!?"

"Ask Hyunjin," he sighed, "I have to go see Minho anyway."

"Why?" You raised a brow.

"Who's gonna help me pick an outfit!?" he retorted.

You threw another hoodie at him as he left. You sat on your bed and picked up your phone about to text, Hyunjin to come over when you heard a knock at your door.

You groaned thinking Jisung must've forgotten something, another knock. Who was at your door at 11pm on a Friday without texting you first? "I'm coming!" You shouted as you walked to the door.

You opened it and made a face at the man at the door, his eyes met yours and you started to close the door.

He put his foot between the door and the doorframe. "Can I talk to you?" Jeongin sighed.

"Sure let's talk." You opened the door and pulled out your phone scrolling for Jisung's contact.

He grabbed your phone. "Can you not talk to me without Jisung keeping the peace?"

"I'm being peaceful." You huffed grabbing for your phone.

"Why do you hate me so much?" He asked, holding the phone out of your reach.

"Is that even a question?" You jumped for your phone and he somehow managed to push you back into your apartment, closing the door behind him and keeping you from stumbling.

He stared down at you. "Is it that I have a better grade than you now?"

You pulled away and tried to get your phone again. "No."

"Is it that I annoy you too often?" He held the phone between two fingers as far away from you as he could.

"No." You jumped for it and he grabbed your hand.

"Is it that I'm always in your business?"

"Ooh!" You mocked shock, "You're getting warmer." You said rolling your eyes.

He made a face. "You can't seriously still be on about what happened in middle schoo-"

"So what if I am?!" You snapped.

"It was years ago, what are you five?!" He shouted.

"You know wha-" You started. "Wait! How the hell did you get my addre-" You remembered how quickly Jisung had insisted on leaving. "JISUNG IS IN ON THIS!"

"Listen." Jeongin sighed. "Let me explain."

"What is there to explain?" You stared at him condescendingly, "That you love comparing yourself to me because I'm not as smart as you? That you were so desperate to be "the smartest" that you just had to lie to me and make me look like an idiot? That you just hate the fact that I'm so close to passing you after trying so hard?! No! I know, you really hate the fact that I'm not acting like everyone else and asking you to help me in litera-"

"Yes!" Jeongin yelled. "Why are you going to Christopher as if I can't help you?!"

"Why am I OBLIGATED to ask you for help!?"

"Because-" He hesitated and closed his mouth, breathing deeply for a moment. "Forget it."

"What?" You stared at him.

"I said 'forget it'." He handed you your phone.

You stared at the defeated look on his face and opened your mouth to say something.

He moved for the door before you could get the words out and you grabbed his arm. "Tell me."

He turned to look at you.

You felt your face getting hot as he spoke.

"Don't go with Chris."

"Why?" You muttered, taking a step back.

"If I tell you, will you still go?" He took a step toward you.

"Why?" You asked more persistent than before.

"Because I don't want you too." He whispered, walking closer.

You took another step back and you felt the wall against you back and tensed. "Why?"

"I don't want you to get involved with frats at all." Jeongin rested his hand on the wall beside your head. "I would prefer you sit and read "Things Fall Apart" with me. I would prefer you tell me about your day like you did in elementary school. I would prefer you talk to me, let me explain myself." He looked into your eyes. "I don't want you to get involved with those frats because I want you for myself."

You stared at him with wide eyes.

"I hate it that you would trust Christopher over me. I hate it that you would consider asking someone for help before me." He bit his lip. "Because I like you, I don't want you to be with anyone else."

You opened your mouth to speak.

"No, I'm not finished." He shushed you. "I was stupid in middle school, I was dumber in high school. But I want to try for you, because I know I can do better. I want you to be with me. I want to prove to you I can do better than Chri-"

His eyes widened as you kissed him gently. "You talk too much."

His cheeks went red. "I-"

You raised a brow. "What? I thought you were going to prove you were better than Chan."

Jeongin smiled and kissed you again. "I'm going to prove it. Let me enjoy myself for a minute."

You giggled as he peppered kisses all over you cheeks.

"I'm sorry for how much of an ass I've been."

"Prove it." You said looking up into his eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sly grin on his face, "Come here." He swept you off your feet, "Where's your room?"

"First door on the left.." You whispered.

He carried you in and threw you gently onto the bed before climbing over you. "You're really pretty, you know that?"

You blushed as he leaned down and kissed you deeply, his tongue wrestling with yours before he finally gained entrance to your mouth, groaning softly at the taste of you. His lips moved from yours to your jaw where he bit gently.

You gasped softly.

He smiled against your skin and sat up, tugging at your shirt. "Can I take this off?"

You nodded and looked away as he removed the shirt. "Take off yours?" You gave him the most innocent doll eyes, he rolled his eyes and removed his shirt, before kissing your collar and chest, you squeezed your thighs together at the feeling.

His hands moved behind you. "Up please."

You lifted up a little and he quickly removed your bra, lowering you back down slowly, he took a moment to admire your chest before kissing your breast and working his way to your nipple before taking it into his mouth. You whimpered as he sucked at it, rolling the other between his fingers before switching. He smiled as he saw the way you rubbed your thighs together.

"Up." He grabbed the waistband of your pants as you lifted your hips and pulled them off your legs. He smirked down at you, "Chan ever see you like this?"

"N-no..." You stuttered, covering your mouth.

"Good." He sat got on his knees to admire your pantie clad sex for a moment, looking at the wet spot. "He doesn't ever get to see this, okay?" Jeongin looked at you.

"Okay." You nodded.

He smiled. "Take this off." He tugged at your underwear and you moved to help him remove it. He didn't give you a moment to prepare yourself before his mouth was on you, licking wide stripes of your cunt. You moaned and grabbed his hair. He hummed contentedly into you, the vibrations send sparks through you. He grabbed your thighs and kept them open as he started sucking at you clit, his eyes flicking up to see your face every few moments. He pushed a finger into you.

"Jeongin! Innie!" You squealed tugging at his hair. He moved his finger slowly and tentatively added a second

You moaned and squirmed. His mouth on your clit and his fingers was too much. "I'm going to-"

He pulled away. "No."

You whined. "Why would you do that?!"

"Wanted you to come on me, not in my mouth." He stood again and removed his pants.

Your already red face went redder as he moved over you.

He kissed your cheek gently. "I wanted you for so long..."

"You have me, what are you waiting for?" you muttered, looking down at him, he was decently thick, but he looked so long you felt your stomach turn.

"Oh, nothing." He leaned down to breathe in your ear. "Stop looking at my dick like you want to eat it or I might just make you."

You blushed furiously, "Yang Je-" You moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he pushed into you.

He groaned softly into your neck, "So tight. I'm going to cum if I move..."

"Move." You hissed, opening your eyes to glare at him.

He sucked in a breathe before propping himself up on his elbows. He gave an experimental thrust and smiled as you moaned and wrapped your arms around him. He pulled out again and thrust into you a few more times, before he began moving into you confidently, kissing your throat and muttering sweet nothings into your ear.

"Chan can't do this can he?" He muttered against your lips before kissing you.

You moaned and nodded.

"Only I can make you look like this." He pulled back and gripped your hips, fucking into you harder. "You're not going to the party anymore?"

You shake your head, "N-no, I w-won't go."

He hummed happily and slammed into you faster.

"Innie! Innie! I'm coming!" You gasped out.

"Shit!" He moaned as his hips stuttered. "Can I come inside?"

You nodded mindlessly. "Come inside!"

"I love you." He whispered in your ear, he rubbed your clit and forced you over the edge, you moaned loudly as your walls pulsed around him, nails digging into his back. Jeongin followed close behind, he bit your shoulder to muffle his cry as he came inside you, his hips canting slowly before he fell onto you.

You held him for a moment and whispered. "I love you too."

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[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Please tell me more about your human welcome home au 👀

!! gladly!!

i don't remember what i said in the first - and like... only lmao - post about it so if i restate some things! fuckign oopsie! (a lot of this is just Barnaby &/or Wally asbdjasj im sorry) also this got! so fucking long!

~ (im gonna talk about their middle/highschool years a lot so keep in mind the time frame is late 90s / early 2000s. they graduate high in either 2006/2007. so. yk. obvious warning for homophobia, transphobia, etc)

fun lil thing no.1)

so Barnaby & Wally briefly meet for the first time in the summer before 7th grade. the town Barnaby grows up & goes to school in isn't tiny, but it's not huge either. - i don't have a very good frame of reference for how many students are typically in a school, bc in both my middle/high there was at least nearly 2k of us. - so we'll just say it's smaller than that - a respectable, normal size, however many students that is. but Barnaby's school rarely, if ever, got any new kids.

so Wally randomly appeared on the edge of the Beagle farm one day, staring directly at Barnaby from across the fields. before Barnaby could go say hi, Wally vanished - but! on the first day of 7th grade, they wound up sharing a class. ofc within the day Wally was known as not only the new kid, but a weird kid at that. for the first week he sat next to a kid who had zeroed in on that and was an ass about it. Barnaby - already having an established rep as class clown & also widely well-liked by his peers - would try to stand up for Wally (from across the room) whenever that kid was being a dick to Walls in front of the class

by the end of that first week, seating arrangements were shifted, and Barnaby was seated next to Wally for the first semester instead. ofc the moment Barnaby sat down, he tried to strike up conversation and cracked a killer joke. and Wally, as we all know, doesn't laugh. he doesn't even blink! it rattles Barnaby to his core - not everyone laughs at his jokes, but there's always some kind of reaction!

class begins before Barnaby can be like "hey that. that was a joke. you're supposed to laugh". the whole hour all he can think about is the strange new kid next to him Who Didn't React To Barnaby's Joke. when the bell rings, Barnaby lingers as Wally (very slowly) packs up to go to his next class and walks him there. on the way he explains the joke, and Wally does the whole "oh. ha ha." thing. this all makes Barnaby very late to his next class (he's usually very punctual and never late - he doesn't want to disappoint his mama!) but for once he does not care.

Barnaby has been struck with this soul-deep need to get a genuine reaction out of Wally. he needs to make that guy actually laugh. it's all he can think about. he seeks Wally out for lunch, tries to find him after school (can't), looks for him in the halls. and to be clear! this is all very platonic! well, ok, these two kinda muddle the line BUT they have no romantic interest in each other. Barnaby just... really wants to be the new kid's friend. he wants to make him laugh. it's a friendship crush! platonic yearning! an inescapable desire to please & be accepted! he wants Wally's approval so so badly!

basically, Barnaby says "you're the weirdest person i've ever met (affectionate, intrigued, entranced)" and Wally replies "thank you (proud)"

fun lil thing no.2)

in my mind, Barnaby was a small kid. he was one of those kids who seemed like they were either gonna stay short, or just barely reach average height. he got his main growth spurt when he was like.... 16. it was very sudden. he lived the classic trope of "teen gets way taller over the summer and startles everyone on the first day of school". im talkin he goes from around 5'7 to 6'3. shoots right up like bamboo! and he's still not full height yet! mf is gonna cap out at 6'6!

on the flip side, Howdy was always just. so tall. he was that kid who towered over his peers from the start! ofc he got teased relentlessly for it (along with the transatlantic accent he started talking w/ at a young age and refuses to stop - among other eccentricities), but yk. he already got constant comments from his huge family about it, so he grew a thick skin pretty early on.

Poppy, on the other hand - the last of the three giants - had it worse than both of them! she wasn't outright taller than Howdy, and didn't have a sudden growth spurt like Barnaby, but steadily grew over the years until she was the tallest teen in town. this hit her hard bc not only did it draw unwanted attention to her & make her a target, but it made her dysphoria way worse (Poppy doesn't realize she's trans until highschool, and then doesnt medically transition until her early 20s)

but! once she started getting super tall, Howdy essentially glued himself to her a la "we tall guys gotta stick together!" a classic 'extrovert adopts introvert' thing. Poppy had no say in the matter.

fun lil thing no.3)

everyone's family sucks - except for Barnaby's, Howdy's, and Eddie's. well, mostly Eddie's. in my head they meant well but just... didn't really see the harm they were doing to him. he never spoke up, and they never saw him deeper than surface level.

but Frank's family? horrible. eugh. he was the school's "out gay kid" - not of his own choice! his peers picked up on it because it was very obvious. then the teachers heard, and let his parents know because of course they did, etc etc. Frank's home life was already shitty, and then getting outed (without any real proof or confirmation) made it a hundred times worse. he was a pretty depressed teen (emo Frank lets go) with mild anger issues & a habit for picking fights. but anyway on his eighteenth birthday he packed up his essentials into a backpack, escaped out the back, and never returned.

and Julie's siblings were alright, but their parents and grandparents were all very ~traditional~. it wasn't as rough as Frank's - it was more of a neglectful, passive-aggressive "you're all disappointments' household. ex: Jonesy was known as the local pothead & dealer, and his parents essentially pretend he's not part of the family despite him living in their basement. Bea had a bad (untrue) reputation, Franny was the goth weirdo who people blamed for their problems, etc. and then Julie was always different from "normal girls", and so her parents chalked her up as a mistake as well. but hey! at least the sibs were in it together! and the parents didn't care if Frank stayed over!

Poppy's family was great up until her parents caught her trying on a skirt Sally had made for her. it was a horrible, terrible downhill slide from there. they forced her to join the basketball team, made her keep her door open at all times, etc. for a while she couldn't even see her friends, though eventually they started sneaking in through her window & passing her notes in class. messaging in a 'secret' chatroom yk how it is. Poppy never directly stood up to her parents (very understandable & valid) but she rebelled in small ways. lying about having an after-school thing so that she could be with her friends, convincing her parents to let her go to a study group when in reality she'd be having a girls' night with Sally & Julie & Julie's sisters @ the Beagle farm.

Sally's family was similar to Julie's in that they were more lukewarm towards her than outright abusive. they thought she was too loud, too flamboyant, too expensive, too obvious, pretty much too everything. they wanted her to be normal - Sally wanted to stand on the roof and wax (loud) poetic about damsels. she wasn't outright bullied for being gay like Frank was, but it was certainly a common rumor that she was a lesbian. as a result, most of the girls at school wanted nothing to do with her, and the guys loved to provide commentary on the subject. her parents tried their best to ignore that truth and acted like she was totally straight. sure. still, Sally always refused to compromise on who she was, and treated it all like a mild annoyance. totally didn't hurt her at all. yep. (sarcasm)

there isn't anything known about Wally's family. not even Barnaby knows about them. the group tossed theories around (amongst themselves) over the years - was he an orphan? foster kid? was his family / home life so horrific that he doesn't want anyone to know? all they know is that he became an emancipated minor as young as legally possible and started living in Home, his (admittedly very spacious & high quality) RV. and they didn't even know about that until their junior year except for Frank

on the other side of the coin!

Ms. Beagle was the friend group's favorite adult growing up. the Beagle Farm was a common refuge & hangout spot for them, and Ms. Beagle let all of Barnaby's strange & delightful little friends know that there's always a guest room open for them, should they ever need it. and as a respected member of the community (and provider for the best chicken eggs in town), anyone who tried to speak up against the kids was Immediately shut the fuck down. Ms. Beagle took no shit. if people were talking ill about that "group of depraved teenage fuckups" and Ms. Beagle turned the corner, all conversation would cease until she was well out of earshot. she likes to say that she has 6 kids, all of whom she loves dearly and is very proud of <3

Howdy's family is too damn big to care. not in a neglectful way, just in a "oh, you're friends with... who was it again? Franz? invite him over to dinner someti- STOP PUNCHING YOUR BROTHER-" there's too much chaos, too many things to keep track of to care if Howdy's friends are gay, or trans, or absolutely fucking bizarre. they'll blend right in! Howdy could bring them over for dinner without telling his family and none of them would blink twice! Howdy mentioned that his friends have bad home lives Once and his parents immediately insisted that he bring them over for next week's thanksgiving so that they don't have to deal with that during what should be a holiday. thus began the All Six Of Us + Ms. Beagle + Franny/Bea/Jonesy Attend The Pillar Family Thanksgiving. its incredibly chaotic every time. there's so many fucking people. they're too busy fighting for survival (bread rolls) to bother with manners or awkwardness. every time they leave feeling like they fought a war. none of the friend group has missed a single year.

fun thing no.idontremember!

Wally & Barnaby have had three fights. each are catastrophic and threatened to tear the friend group apart. because those two are closer than anyone - they are each others person. they would both rather chug rat poison than willingly hurt each other. and while Barnaby - a pretty easygoing guy - can get riled up, Wally... really can't. he's never angry. even things that Should make him angry only make him confused or sad. he's too kind, too earnest, a bit of a pushover. he'll just take it with a smile.

so when Wally stands his ground, they all know shit is going tf down. code red, everyone brace. and if he stands his ground against Barnaby? pack a fucking go-bag and ditch town until the storm blows over.

the first time was when Barnaby found out that Wally lives in a damn RV. Wally got weirdly defensive about it, Barnaby was upset that Wally never even told him but somehow Frank knew (he had a bad night & couldn't go home, Julie was unavailable, and Wally found him and took him to the RV for the night) & that Wally is living alone in an RV at all, etc etc - it was a huge fight. & it just kept getting worse. when Barnaby tried to get Wally to move to the farm - that was the first time he's ever heard Wally snap at anyone, let alone him. and since the friend group is fully established at this point, and they're all hopelessly entangled in each others' lives, it affects all of them. sides have to be chosen - there is no neutral party on this. Wally ended up vanishing for a week without a word, and his RV vanished from where it had been parked thus far. the group was in shambles. when Wally turned back up, he actively avoided them all. it took Barnaby tracking down the rv and not leaving until Wally talked to him to have a conversation and fix things. but hey! the disaster actually helped them get even closer!

the second fight was when Barnaby had to go back to the Beagle Farm for their second year of community (Ms. Beagle had a minor accident and needed his help running the farm). Wally wanted to drop out too & go with him, and it turned into a big deal of Barnaby trying to get him to stay while Wally gets unusually pushy & upset about it. the fight wasn't nearly as bad as the RV one, and was more just sad/distressing, but it was still a fight. they parted on less than stellar terms, which they both felt horrible about. Wally has to go through the last year of community alone - he hasn't been alone in many years at this point, and since they met he's never been without Barnaby.

the third fight comes many years later, and this one is the worst. the friend group has all graduated university(those that attended), they're living in the same town, Barnaby & Wally (technically) share a house, Eddie is part of the group now. once again, its over everyone's favorite RV, Home. Home is very old at this point - Wally has had it for around 15 years, and he didn't get it new, and it's been through a lot. Wally is still half living in it, even though it's starting to fall apart. Barnaby brings up the notion that maybe it's time to send the old thing off to a dump, or find a way to put it in storage. they can't keep up the upkeep. it's time to say goodbye to it. Wally flips his fucking lid - or his version of it, anyway. because, uh. no. absolutely fucking not. it's already a very touchy subject, and emotions rise fast. Wally initially shuts down the conversation immediately. over the next week or so, few weeks maybe, tension between Barnaby & Wally simmers. the entire friend group is holding their breath. Barnaby wants the RV gone, as sad as he is about it. Wally won't allow it. of course they reach a breaking point - Barnaby pulls the "i own the property its parked on" card, Wally threatens to leave. of course that scares Barnaby, but that fear mixes with the anger and he fully yells at Wally for the first time. and then Wally shoves him. or tries to - it does nothing physically, but emotionally? it immediately drains all anger from the situation. Wally has never purposefully raised a hand against anyone ever, for any reason. and yet he tried to shove Barnaby. Wally immediately turns tail and runs - he locks himself in the RV, and Barnaby goes to Howdy's.

at Howdy's, Wally calls Barnaby. at first Barnaby jumps at the chance to apologize and try to work something out, but then he recognizes the background noise - Wally is driving Home somewhere. that RV is absolutely not fucking safe to drive anymore. the conversation immediately derails and goes from 0 to 100 within a second. Howdy is off to the side nervously sipping at his beer as Barnaby argues w/ Wally. the phone call abruptly cuts off, Barnaby says "the little bastard hung up on me" and starts Ranting. he says things he doesn't mean, obviously, and Howdy is trying to get him to chill tf out. he's just too angry/scared/hurt/worried yk?

but don't worry Barnaby! Wally didn't hang up on you! yeah so a while later (a little over an hour i think), Barnaby gets a call! it's from the town hospital! yeah so he's Wally's emergency contact, and apparently Wally "hanging up on him" was actually Wally getting into a horrendous accident. it wasn't his fault! there was a drunk driver! but it's... bad. the drunk driver had died in the crash, and since it was night and no one was around, help was a long time coming for Wally. its a miracle that someone found him & called an ambulance in time! so Barnaby realizes that the whole time he was talking shit & being angry, his best friend was slowly dying in a ditch somewhere, alone and in pain. and that's a whole thing!

time for some fun "facts"!

the first time Eddie went over to Frank's place, he immediately fainted when Frank turned the lights on & Eddie saw that he was surrounded by pet tanks filled with Very Large Bugs. then he fainted again when Frank removed the tarantula from its tank to clean said tank.

Wally & Barnaby's cat is named Welcome! she's usually small & pitch black with a permanently bristled tail! she's actually Barnaby's - he found her in a park as a kitten, and her unnerving stare reminded him of Wally so he took her home. Wally would like a dog! Barnaby would not! the cat is their only pet and will remain their only pet, no compromise. Wally retaliated by gluing googly eyes & dog ears onto a rock he found, then painting it. its name is Barnaby. Barnaby has beef w/ it a la Elmo & Rocco when Wally isn't looking

one time, during a group trip to the annual Pillar Family Thanksgiving, the gang stopped at a cabin-themed diner. Sally gasped at stopped Barnaby at the door "We must leave - you can't eat here". when everyone asked why, she pointed at a decorative sign on the wall: Don't Feed The Bears. it instantly became a smash hit inside joke that sometimes backfires (like that one time they go camping and Barnaby acts like he can't open the bear-proof dumpsters & locks & coolers). Howdy once got a "dont feed the bears" sign to put up in the store's diner section as a joke, but as soon as Barnaby saw it he left and refused to come back until Howdy took it down. he'd stand outside the store window and gaze at Howdy from afar w/ the biggest, saddest puppy eyes. it was incredibly effective

speaking of Howdy's store! they all built it together! Howdy managed to get his hands on an abandoned shell of an old building, and they all refurbished/renovated it! they all had the collective skills to get it done. Wally helped draw up blueprints & directed the color-scheme / painting portion, Sally and Barnaby used their carpentry skills, etc.

when Eddie "reconnects" with everyone, he feels like he's going insane. 'cause he keeps running into people who are familiar enough that it bothers him, but he just can't place where they're from (most if not all of them look very different from the last time he saw them in highschool). it drives him nuts! and then he meets Wally and Wally's like "oh! Eddie! it's you!" and Eddie's all "uh... how did you know myna- OH MY GOD IT'S YOU". he has a small crisis because he's over that time in his life, he's in a much better place, he's grown as a person. then he realizes that it's not just Wally but the entire fucking friend group he agonized over wanting to befriend for years and years. the group that (unintentionally) made him feel completely alone and like he was living a lie. and he keeps. running. into them. so Eddie, who just moved to this town, starts looking at mail carrier opportunities elsewhere bc he is Not doing this again - only for Julie to show up and drag him to a friend group function. because they all got together and went "oh, you caught up w/ Eddie too?? so we're in agreement? great! he's ours now! Julie, go get him". and then they accidentally break Eddie's wrist in a zealous game of soccer-baseball-corntoss & from then on won't leave him alone <3

Wally keeps his hair consistently dyed a rich royal blue - even his eyebrows! he continuously touches it up so his roots are never showing! Barnaby keeps his hair dyed blue in solidarity, but to a lesser extent - his roots show, and he doesn't dye his eyebrows or his sideburns/beard

on that vein, Wally has a very extensive hair-care routine he does every morning. he straightens his natural curls out, manipulates his hair into that absurd swirl, and hairsprays it to death. & gels down everything else. shit's Airtight. then at night he has an equally elaborate routine of washing the hairspray/gel out, treating his hair with high quality shampoos/conditioner/oils, and blowdrying it with impeccable technique to keep it Healthy

continuing on that vein - one time Barnaby was makin' breakfast when he heard a crash from upstairs. he sprinted to go see if Wally was alright, but Wally had locked the bathroom door and refused to open up. after Barnaby convinced him to, the door opened to reveal a very miserable Wally still in his towel. his hair was green. "the bottle said dye-safe', he said. the bottle lied. he wore hats for a while.

ok im gonna stop here! this is an absurd amount! i got carried away!

#this au is.... fun #its uh? speculative in a way? #im holding the neighbors in a tightly clenched fist and asking #'how can i keep you all as accurate as possible in this wildly different setting with completely different life experiences' #'how can i apply human life to you all and still keep you in character w/ lives Believable to your character' #its fun. its interesting. in a way its an exploration & dissection of their characters #rambles from the bog #wh modern human au #i.. enjoy it #its interesting to imagine and think about an consider! #how can i keep them the same and how can i Not while staying faithful! #i hope im succeeding! #sorry for the absurdly long post!!!! #this is over 3k words of wordspill! #actually no im not sorry! i hope you enjoy(ed)!

[chubbypie]

At the enfermary

Summary: you were a new doctor at a college, and one day, a hot and polite professor come to your office.

Warnings: smutt. Oral (v receiving). Fluff. Cute.

Wc:4.4k

It´s been some months since you started your new job, a doctor at the enfermary of the college. As you were new, every person who came to see you, the nurses would explain who they were. You were really fond of your job, especially in a cozy ambient like the college, it´s dark academia vibe always in the air, always giving you a feeling of peace and concentration.

You were used to receive a small number of students perday, always giving you time to focus on your researches on the end of the spedient. This was your reality until one very specific day, when you recieved a professor at your consultory. As the nurses told you, he was the head of the literature department. When he came in, you hold your breath for a few seconds as you took his kind face in. His features were sharp, the jaw beeing able to cut better then a scalpel, his deep green/blue eyes behind his glasses looking a bit in a rush, his thin lips pressed togheter, expressed cheekbone,some slight expression lines around his eyes. His hair was light brown, kinda long, but not to much, shaping perfect messy curls. You were informed his name was Professor Hiddleston.

"Hello." He greeted.

"Hello! Please, take a sit." You pointed to the chair in front of your table. He quickly seated. "Professor Hiddleston, right? What can i do for you today?"

"Well, i have a small knee problem, and i usually take some pain killers for it. I always cary then with me, however, this morning, i had a reunion with the staff and left my house in a hurry and i happened to forget them. Moreover, in five minutes i have another class and, therefore, i don´t have time to come back home. So i came to the conclusion that the enfermary might have some." He explained.

"Sir, would you have some diagnostic from your doctor here with you, so i could know exactly what sort of pain killers to give you?"

" Unfortunatelly, i don´t have it now. But i take ibuprofen."

You got up from your chair and went to the cabinet in the wall. As you found the medicine and turned to him, you thought you saw him glancing at your back. Of course it was your imagination. You gave him the ibuprofen, he thanked you and said good bye.

That night, you found yourself thinking about the unexpected presence of the professor at your office. A couple of weeks passed before you saw him again.

"Doctor y/n, Professor Hiddleston is here to see you. May i send him in?"

"Sure." You said in a low volume. You were startled to receive him at this time of the day, since it was 6 pm and all the teachers were supposed to have leaved to their homes. There were only students who lived at the campus this time.

"Hello," he said politely, "I hope i´m not disturbing you at this time!"

"Not at all. I have time here until 7 pm." You said with a smile. " How can I help you?"

"Well, as you know, i have a knee problem, and everything was fine until the middle of this morning. I was going to get some brunch when i suddenly felt a sharp pain run through my leg. I went directly to my office to get some medicine. I took it and waited. The hours passed and the pain lighted a little, but i can not do rough movements. Now, you might be asking yourself why i came here, instead of my doctor. This week he is at a conference in Chicago, and i don´t have any other to go. At lunch break, i remembered you, and how kind you were to me the last time, so i decided to come here."

"You are always welcome here, professor!" You said blushing as his gaze weighted on the small necklace that rested at your slight cleavege. " So, tell me everything about your knee sore."

" In the middle of last year i broke my knee while i was rehearsing for the anual play of the college. I had spent weeks at fencing training with other collegue and some day i went to rough at a step and i felt, feeling my knee deslocate and broke. I passed through a surgery and many physiotherapy. I got my knee back on the game again, but with some limited movements."

" How long did the swelling persisted?"

"About a week."

"Can you run?"

"I usually avoid."

"Did you took any other kind of medicine for pain?"

"Morphine in the begining and sometimes paroxetine."

You took some notes in your computer and then looked back at him. "Well, Professor, if you don´t mind,i would like to analise your knee to see if everything is in order."

"Sure. And, please, you can call me by my name."

"I´m sorry sir, but i´m new here, and the nurses only introduced you to me as Professor Hiddleston." You said with an uncomfortable smile.

"Oh, that´s right, i never properly introduced myself. I´m Thomas, Thomas Hiddleston. But you can call me Tom." He sais as he reaches you a hand to shake.

"Nice to meet you, Tom. I´m y/n l/n." You say as you shake his hand. His hand were lightly caloused. You guidded him to the litter. You hadn´t observed his character until now. He was really tall, had a lean body. Broad shoulders like a swimer. You could see he worked out those arms throught his navy blue sweater. He wore slim black jeans pants, and when he seated, you could see thigh muscles clunge to them.

As he sat, you got closer to him, feeling butterflies in your stomach. You put one hand above his knee, squeezing the top part. You feel his thigh muscles stiff. " Does it tickle?" You asked with a grin, still looking at your hand on his knee.

"A little." He says with a chuckle. He couldn´t take his eyes from your profile. He observed the hair you just lowly tired to get out of the way. He passed his eyes through your long legs while you still analyzed his injury. You were wearing a beige pantalona pants with a black social shirt buttoned until a few centimeters from your collar bone, which held a necklace. You were tall for a woman, not the skinny tipe nor the fat, right in the middle. You had thick thighs and arms. Your waist was noticable. Your hair reached your breasts, it was brown, with little curls at the end. Your pupils were black. You didn´t considered yourself to much pretty, considering that everyday you saw a bunch of skinny college girls. However, in Hiddleston´s mind, you were the prettiest woman he had ever laid his eyes on. But appearence was little for him, he really knew that he felt something for you when he noticed three books on the corner of your desk, beside your computer. You had Byron, Tolkien and Homero. Of course you had other books too, but these three caught his attention. Such different authors. His curiosity was poking him to know more about your personality.

After you finished to analize his knee, you saw his knuckles were white, probably because of the tickles. "It doesn´t surprise me you have a disconfort, your knee is a little swollen. Did you do to much effort with it lately?"

"I went swiming last night, and before i went diving, i runned a little. I think that must be cause."

"Put your leg on top of the littler please." He did as asked. "If your knee get swollen again, do exactly what i´ll do now." You put both of your hands on his ankle and started to give squeezes until his knee. When it got there, you grabbed it and with the pad of your thumbs, you messaged it gently, circling it up his thigh. The only thing he could think about is how he wished his leg was bare, so he could feel your skin. "Got it?" You asked.

"Yes, thank you so much. My doctor would just have given me some medicine instead of teatching me this." He grinned.

"I hope you get better soon. Before you sleep, do the massage again and put your leg on a pillow. If tomorrow it still hurts, let me know."

You both said good bye and went to your houses. You were happy to have seen him again, he was not only handsome, but really polite. And, honestly, you loved his thyrsty glances at your body. The next day, after you had been in your office for an hour, the nurse asked you "There is someone here, may i send him in?"

"Yes." You responded. You were happy to see it was Professor Hiddleston.

"Hello, y/n."

"Hello! Is your knee better?"

"It´s perfect. I came here to thank you for yesterday. I know you are not supposed to do this kind of appointment with members of the college, so i really appreciate it."

"Please, it was nothing. You were in pain, and it could get really serious, since it was something involving a broken bone." You said.

"Well, i-i really wanted to ask you, if you don´t mind, and if you don´t have any plans, if you´d like to go for lunch with me today." He asked shyly, getting the courage to say it looking at your eyes in the end.

You were shocked for a moment. " Yes, i´d love to. What time is good for you?"

"My last class of this morning ends at 12:15. Does this sound good for you?"

"Perfect, i´ll wait you outside your class then."

"What time do you usually take a break?" He asked.

"12".

"If you want to wait for me inside of my class, feel welcome!" He offered.

You smiled and he went back to his building on the campus.

It was 12. You took your coat and headed to his class. You thought if you´d enter or not, but decided you would. You took a sit in the huge anfitriat. He was giving a lecture about Hamlet. You were sad you couldn´t hear it from the beggining.

His class finished and you headed to a restaurant out of the campus, so you could have privacy. You sat and ordered. As you waited, conversation floated around you two.

"So, you told you were new at the college. Where did you work before?" Tom asked.

"Actually, i was a resident at Burke´s hospital before i came here. I finished residency last year. And i thought, how i wanted to do some research, a quiet place to work would be nice, and nothing better then a college to work."

"What research are you doning right now?"

"Mostly some drug research, on how it´s lack of some specific condiments can affect the brain."

"It sounds amazing."

"Talking about amazing, i heard the end of your lecture today, it was trully interesting. I wish i had heard it from the beggining."

"You like Hamlet?" He asked with his brows rised.

"I love it. It´s one of my favourite plays. Not that i´ve read much of them, but still."

"What are your thoughts about it?"

"Well, i think my opinion is the most common one: the play exceed some niitch existentialism (if you consider him an existentialist), how beautiful Horatio and Hamlet´s friendship was, how incredulous was Claudius, how blind was his mother... You know, i hadn´t really depth myself on the play yet, so i could only notice this yet." As you finished, he was mesmerized.

"Well, after this brieth demonstration, i can assume that you are a really well read person." He said.

"It depends, actually, i just happen to know some stuff. But after this class today, i can see that you really knows are you talk about in this matter."

"It trully is my passion. Sorry my intrusion, but i saw yesterday that you had Homero on your desk. I would love to hear what you have to say about him."

"Oh, those books are the ones i haven´t read yet. That Homero will be my first book of his. But after i finish it, you´ll be the first one to know my thoughts about it. I´m curious, actually. As a literature professor, what do you like to read?"

"I really like Shakespeare roman plays, like Coriolanus, or Anthonio and Cleopatra. But i usually read phylosophers too."

"I´m really fond of phylosophy. What philoshopher did you last read?"

" My last one was Emmanuel Kant, do you know his work?"

"Toughth one! I know his work, but in a rude way. I like his idea of trying a truce between rationalism and empiricism. But his conception of morality, i´m absolutely passionated about it. What do you think of him?" You noticed his smile.

"It´s nice to find a like minded person. I am myself passionate about his morality thesys too. However, sometimes it can be dangerous, in my opinion." You frowned your brows in confusion."Well" he explained, "think of two people usying his concept of morality, one is considered goog, the other bad. The good person is prone to always think straight, to not take alternative paths to benefit them. Although, the bad person, they will try to convince themself that the thing they are trying to do is right, that in the end everyone would do the same, beacuse everyone´d want the same resoult as the person thinking about it. It can be considered a very subjective moral. And, lately, i´ve connected a few points that it lead me to Machiavelli, because, if the person considered bad use Kant´s morality concept, they would be gently impliyng that 'the end justifies the means', so, this person could be called machiavellic, thus, leading them to not being moral at their whole beeing, because everybody knows Machiavelli used to say how someone who wanted to stay in power could forget the morality for a little, for the greater good. So, it´s actually a paradox the Kant´s morality in bad people."

The food came and conversation went by. You went back to the college and since that lunch, you grew closer each day.

Two onths passed. The status of your realtionship growed to dates and more dates. Dinners at fancy restaurants, lunches at his office or yours, making out at movie theaters and at your office, you even spent nights at each others houses. But the making out never lead to anything more, it was just kisses, naughty hands and cuddles. So, at the beggining of the third month, you decided that it was time. You could feel that his hands always wanted to go down further, his mouth wanted to explore more of your body.

You headed to one of his lectures, it was in the middle. You just loved to watch him working. He always smiled blushing as he saw you at one of the chairs, always paying attention to every single world. His lecture finished. After everyone got out, you went to the wooden aisle and gave him a kiss on the cheek and invited him to your house this evening. He could clearly see your intentions in your gaze, and he was eager for you as well as you were for him.

"Consider it a pajama party, honey. So, now you know what to wear." You whispered at his ear and left his class. The night came, you put one of his shirts that he'd forgotten at your place one day, and you decided to wear nothing undernath it. Only a blood red lace penties.

He arrived. As you opened the door, you saw him in a pajama shirt and shorts. He was holding a piece of pie that he bought at your favorite place. You two dine,and he insisted on helping you do the dishes. He could make every moment special. As you washed and he dried, you two were listening to music and dancing with the song. After, you went to the couch to watch a movie, as always. But today you´d make a movement. Little you knew what he had in mind.

"Darling, what do you think if we watch it at your bedroom´s tv?" Without thinkin, you took his hand and went there. You both laid on the bed and you lighted some candles, so the lights would be better. As you were laid, he sat at the edge of the bed, in the middle of your ankles. He took one of your legs and started massaging it while looking softly at you.

"I remember the first time you touched me. I record that it was not a really good day for me, since i could barely walk because of the pain. But then you toutched me and my mind cleared for the first time in hours. Since that day, i was eager to feel more of you, and i think that it is finally the time, if you consent." You nodded. "Words, dove."

"Yes."

"Good. And if you let me, i´d like to take my time before worshiping you." You sighed as he changed the leg. His hands felt like soft cotton. After a while, he had moved behinde you, making you sit, then massaging your backs, slowly, with the right pressure. You laid again and he hovered your body, kissing you gently on the mouth before lowering himself to face your blood red lace panties. He took them of carefully, than inhaled sharply at the vision of your core, eyes hungry. He smoothed it with one hand, than lowered his face to kiss it. He took your legs on his hands and placed then above his shoulders. He trailed kisses through your inner thighs until your folds. Your breaths were heavy. Then, he started to slowly lick your clit, making you give quiet moans. He toyed with the tip of his fingers your entrance. One finger entered you, then another, curling themselves inside you. The fingers movement followed by his mouth working in your core made you a moaning mess. You arched your back and with his other hand he placed it gently at your pelvis. After a couple of minutes you say "T-Tom, i´m gonna cum."

"Please, my dove, whenever you are ready." It didn´t take you to long before cuming on his mouth. You could feel him licking your juices and humming in approval. "So pretty, so incredible perfect." He said locking at your body, making you blush inexpectedly.

You sat on the bed and went to give him a kiss on his neck. Your hand took the hem of his shirt and pulled it of. You had never seen him shirtless, only felt his muscles throw his sweaters. God, he was defined, his belly was slim as a wall, his shoulders and arms strong as the ones of a soldier. As you looked you ran your fingertips throug his pale skin, making him shiver below. With a bold attitude, you lean against him and kiss his mouth, one of your hands grabbing his manhood, gently squeezing, eager to know it. He took of his pants and went to kiss you again, but you avoided his mouth, looking at him and saying. "Are you that shy?"

"I beg your pardon?" He asks in confusion.

"Take of your boxers, silly." You say with a mischivious grin. He took of, exposing his length. It was perfect, a little thick and longer then the average. Perfect. You pushed him to lay down as you straddled his lap. You gave gentle thrusts on his cock with your hands. He was already hard so you hovered over his lap and sat back down, both of you moaning. It was the first time you heard him moan, and you loved the sound. It was deep and huski. You went for a kiss, but as you broke it for air, you realised he was now on top of you. He started to wickedly suck your neck as he thrusted slowly into you. After a while he starts to go harder. You were already starting to feel the heat on your lower stomach when he started to go faster. You screamed his name as he pushed you up and down whith his cock. "I know i´m wearing a condom, but i still feel the urge to ask, may i come inside you?"

"Of course, honey." In a metter of minutes, you cum, soon followed by him, as he felt your walls clunge on his length. Still inside you, he embraces your torso and pulls you to top him. "Am i not to heavy to stay with all my weight on top of you like this?" You shyly ask, with concern in your eyes.

"Darling, you weight less then my books." He says massaging your lower back. You kiss him passionately, thinking what you did to deserve this man. After cuddling for a while, you push his cock out of you and invites him to a shower.

Now, both bathed and ready to sleep, he whispers in your ear "I can not wait for more pajama nights like this."

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[spicyspiders]

what about Eddie with a male reader who has an obsession with Eddie’s lips (not speaking from experience) like he could spend hours playing with Eddie’s lips, biting on them, kissing, watching eddie suck on his fingers, etc (srry if this is too vague lol)

This isn't really what you asked for, I kind of took the prompt and ran with it, so I hope you still like it. Eddie gives the reader a tattoo, so warnings for unsafe tattoos, needles, and blood. Also, thank you all for 400 followers, and happy 69th post! Thank you all for all of the support!

There wasn’t a lot you knew about Eddie Munson. He wasn’t someone that was exactly on your radar. The most you knew of him was from the rumors you heard about him around the school. You personally thought the rumors were too farfetched to be believed, but others around school found them plausible. 

One thing you did know, at least before the new school year started, was that you found him attractive. You found a lot of guys attractive though, so that wasn’t anything new. Now that it was a new school year and you had a class this year with Eddie, your attraction grew. 

Sometimes you wondered if your attraction to Eddie was so strong because Eddie was someone that you longed to be. He was loud and confident in many different aspects. Like in the way that he spoke and in the clothing that he wore. 

Also the tattoos. You really liked those too.

When the school year began, your teacher let you pick your seats, but it only took a few weeks for that to change. Your desks were pushed together to make small groups of four. At the beginning of the year, Eddie sat in the group all the way in the back of the class, you sat in one near the middle of the room. You normally got to class early, so when you walked in and were told where your new seat was, you had the opportunity to sit and wait to see who your tablemates would be. 

When Eddie strolled in a few seconds before the bell rang and your group was still only just you, you could only watch as Eddie strolled over to come sit at your group. 

“Ms. Peter thinks you’d be a good influence on me,” Eddie said as he sat down at the desk across from you. He looked over into your eyes, a smirk on his face, “I guess you’re Mr. Good boy,” he craned his neck to yell in your teacher’s direction, “and I’m such a piece of shit, right teach?”

Ms. Peter’s looked up from her desk, an unimpressed look on her face, “watch your language, Eddie,” she said tiredly. A few students around the room snickered, while others just gave Eddie dirty looks. 

When Eddie turned his neck back to face you, he winked at you. 

-

Now that you and Eddie were the only ones to sit in a group together, it gave you ample opportunity to watch him. You were fairly certain Eddie got a new tattoo. It took a few glances for you to make it out, but it looked like a group of bats. It was on his forearm, and below that were his wrist and hand. You’ve been staring at those a lot, and you didn’t know a few simple pieces of jewelry could make your mind race. 

When your mind would race, it would always go back to the same questions. Questions like where he bought his jewelry, how expensive it was, and if at the end of the day when he took them off, would his jewelry be as warm as he looked?

“That’s a cool colony,” you said quietly, not to draw the attention of your teacher. 

“What?” Eddie asked, he raised his hand up to rest it under his chin, and you watched as the bracelet he wore fall down his arm. 

“That’s what a group of bats is called.”

Eddie nodded, glancing down at his tattoo before he placed both arms on his desk and leaned in, “I could give you your own if you wanted,” he whispered, wiggling his brows. 

“Are we listening back there, boys?” Your teacher asked, startling you. You could only watch in embarrassment as Eddie laughed when you jumped. 

You didn’t talk to Eddie for the rest of class, and you were too embarrassed to risk looking at him and making eye contact. Eddie was the one to break the silence when he found you at your locker. 

He came up beside you, placing a small piece of paper into your locker that you were currently putting books in. You looked up, Eddie stood close to you, closer than he had ever been before, close enough that you could see the small patches of stubble he had growing in. 

“That’s for when you want the tattoo,” you glanced at the sheet, seeing it had a set of numbers on it. If it wasn’t already, you could feel your heart starting to beat quickly in your chest when you looked back over to Eddie and saw his eyes go from your eyes to your lips, then quickly back to your eyes again. “Or even if you don’t want the tattoo,” Eddie whispered. 

And just like on the first day that you were placed together, Eddie winked at you before walking away. 

-

As the semester continued on, you became bolder, going from staring at Eddie’s new tattoos or his jewelry, to his face. 

His face was always framed by his hair, hair that you longed to run your fingers through. You could catch hints of the smell sometimes, a smokey, earthy scent. Like his hair, Eddie’s eyes were huge. They were also brown and warm. 

One of the more common rumors about Eddie was his drug use. You knew that he smokes, could tell by his moods on certain days he would come to class, but a rumor that you would hear would be about the harder drugs he would take. You knew the effects of them, how some would cause dilation of the pupils and it made you wonder. Wonder how those drugs would make his eyes look. Would the brown be taken over by black as the drugs took effect? Would that make his eyes look even more intense than they already were?

“What the fuck are you thinking about so hard?” Eddie whispered from across from you, an edge of concern in his voice. 

“Nothing,” you whispered back, shaking your head. 

He stared you down, and you kept a smile on your face to try and not concern him further. “You know what I’m thinking about,” Eddie asked. 

You were supposed to be working on a worksheet. You were about halfway through yours when you had placed your pencil down and began looking at Eddie. Eddie, well Eddie only had his name written on his. 

“I’m not psychic, Eddie,” you picked up your pencil and resumed working. When you didn’t hear Eddie do the same, you smiled up at him, you were met with a flabbergasted look on his face, making your smile grow wider. “I’m joking.”

That made the look deepen on his face, “wait, so you’re joking about not being psychic, so you’re actually psychic?” he whispered. It wasn’t a whisper, more like a mix of a scream and a whisper, one that cause a few students to glance in your direction. 

You chuckled under your breath, “what’re you thinking about, Eddie,” you said, looking back down at your sheet. 

“Why you haven’t called me.”

His words made you pause in what you were writing. You slowly looked back up at him. This time, you were met with an expression that was nearly blank, save for a hint of sadness in his eyes. 

“I can’t think of what to get,” it wasn’t exactly a lie. When you had gotten home from school that day, you wrote down his number on another sheet of paper in case you lost it, (you honestly wrote it on a few. Just in case) but every time you would pick up the phone, it’s like you forgot how to use your phone. When you glanced up at Eddie, he didn’t look totally convinced, “why don’t you design one for me?” You asked, looking back down at your paper. 

“Yeah,” Eddie said quietly, “why don’t I?” He asked quietly. When you glanced up, Eddie still wasn’t working on his paper, instead, he sat there, twirling his pencil, a small smile and a look of determination on his face. 

Before you left class, you reached over to Eddie’s sheet and wrote your number. Beside it you put a small message: when you finished designing my tattoo. 

-

It didn’t take long for Eddie to call you. 

His voice was full of excitement when you answered, and then a few hours later, he was letting you into his trailer, the same excitement in his voice. 

It shouldn’t surprise you when Eddie brought out a beaten-up-looking sketchbook. You didn’t know that he drew, but you did ask him to design your tattoo, so it makes sense for him to have. 

What did surprise you was how when he flipped open the book, the nervousness you felt about getting the tattoo went down. The drawings he showed you when he flipped open the book screamed Eddie. You chose one that looked similar to the same bat one he had. It should scare you, the thought of having something on your body that was so permanent that when you looked at it, would remind you so heavily of him, but it only made you giddy. 

“Where do you want it?” Eddie asked.

You held up your left arm and pointed to your inner wrist, “here.”

“Okay.” Eddie breathed out, “want to go sit down and I’ll go get everything?” He asked. 

You nodded and went to go sit down on one of the couches in his living room. It was silent for a few moments while Eddie was gone until the sound of music began to play somewhere from the back of Eddie’s house. After the music came on, Eddie returned quickly, with him the sketchbook held under his arm, a tattoo gun in one hand, and two beers in the other. 

Eddie sat down on the coffee table in front of where you sat. He sat close enough that your legs were touching, the warmth of it was like a hot brand on your knees, even through the layers of your jeans. He placed the gun and sketchbook on one side before using both hands to open the beers. 

He held one out to you, his fingers brushing yours when you grabbed it. You held it in your hand as Eddie took a long swig of his beer. “Oh fuck,” Eddie exclaimed, “I forgot to cheers you,” he held his beer out in front of him. 

Your bottles softly clinked together, and after you pulled yours back, you took a small sip. 

“Ready?” Eddie asked. You wordlessly nodded, but Eddie wouldn’t accept it, “look at me,” he commanded softly, when you made eye contact with him, he continued, “I can’t stop once we start. Unless you want a fucked up tattoo.” He chuckled softly. 

“I’m ready,” you said. Eddie nodded and grabbed a pillow. It wasn’t the sturdiest surface, but it worked so that your arm was elevated in front of you. 

The noise of the tattoo gun was louder than the music that played from the back of the house when Eddie turned it on. Eddie locked one of his hands around your upper wrist, just above where the tattoo would be placed. It was like you were holding hands. 

“Will you judge me if my hands get sweaty?” You asked, and Eddie chuckled. Eddie moved his hand up and adjusted his grip, now you were actually holding hands. 

You were proud of yourself for not flinching when the needle came in contact with your skin. It hurt, but it wasn’t the wrost pain in the world. 

When Eddie finished one line of the wing, he stopped and looked up, “okay?” He asked, looking at you through his lashes. 

“Yeah,” you responded, “feels kinda good.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asked, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I’ll be right back,” Eddie said, using your knee to push himself up. 

Eddie returned shortly after he left, this time hold a few paper towels and a clear cup of water. When he sat back down and continued your tattoo, your knees came back into contact. 

You didn’t watch the process of your tattoo, instead you would go from watching Eddie’s hand in yours and Eddie’s face. He had an intense look on concentration as he worked and what would pull your gaze from his face would be when his fingers would run back and forth over the skin of your hand in comfort. 

“Almost done,” Eddie said quietly, almost too quiet to be heard over the music and the noise of the gun. He picked up one of the paper towels and dipped it in the cup of water and used it to wipe away the blood on your wrist. Something about Eddie carefully wiping away the blood on your skin made a weird feeling stir inside you. 

You took a slow sip from your beer as he continued on. 

After a few more minutes of work, he stopped with the line work and started the shading process. This was more painful than the line work, painful enough that you accidentally let out a low hiss. 

“Almost done,” Eddie continued on until the bat was completely filled in, but the grip he hand on your hand tightened, running his fingers over the skin to help you through the pain. He wiped away the blood one more time, and then it was done. 

Eddie left for a third time, and while he was gone, you held up your wrist to look at your new tattoo. A smile lit up your face as you looked at it, and when Eddie came back and sat down and you looked up at him, he had a matching smile on his face. 

“I love it,” you said. 

“Good,” Eddie said softly. He grabbed your wirst and pulled it towards him to put on the ointment and then a bandage. 

“What do I owe you?” You asked after he was done bandaging it. 

Eddie sat in thought for a long moment before he asked softly, “a kiss? Please?”

Wide eyed, you nodded, and Eddie answered you with his own nod. Eddie moved from the table to beside of you, his leg pressed to yours. 

You moved in first, and pressed a kiss to cheek. You pulled back only by a small amount and opened your eyes. Eddie’s eyes were big and brown this up close, and they looked from your eyes to your lips. This time, it was Eddie who moved in to press his lips to yours. 

When the kiss ended, Eddie pulled back and raised your bandaged wrist up to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss to the bandage, “you did so good,” Eddie whispered. 

The muscles in your skin jumped at the press of his lips, it made your skin ache. “Just one kiss?” You asked. 

Eddie chuckled softly and lowered your hand into his lap where he tangled his fingers with yours. He moved back in and the two of you kissed and kissed and kissed until you were breathless and Eddie felt satisfied with the payment you gave him. 

#x male reader #eddie munson x male reader

[edmetalqueer]

*!*!* Hawkins King Hargrove. *!*!* (Chapter 1)

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WARNINGS: Bullying, Cigarettes, Swearing, Homophobia.

Winter break was over, school beginning, students pulling up at the parking lot in front of Hawkins High & Hawkins Middle School.

Y/N sat on the hood of his car, looking around, seeing familiar faces, new cars, Y/N didn't usually like the other students, but he did always find a interest in The Freak Munson along with hawkin highs ex-king.

Y/N spotted a blue Camaro pull up to the school, Everyone's eyes staring at the man walking out the car, it was not a familiar face to anyone.

The man was smoking a cigarette, he was wearing a jeans jacket, along with a white blouse, and some jeans pants, he had dirty blonde curly hair, and blue eyes.

Every girl seemed to be under a spell, gawking at the sight of him, Y/N couldn't understand why some girls found only a certain group of men attractive, personally, Y/N liked men who were usually outcasts, different.

Then the bell rang, school starting, people started heading inside, Y/N also beginning to walk to the school, when he entered the school halls, he noticed Eddie Munson walking inside, Y/N never understood why he was seen as a freak.

Y/N suddenly felt himself walking towards Eddie, holding his bag, "Hey, Eddie Munson, right?" Y/N asked, Eddie raised an eyebrow, "Yeah! I'm Eddie Munson." Eddie said, confused, "I like your style!" Y/N said, not really knowing what to say.

Eddie smiled politely, "Thank you, why are you so nice to me? Need me to hook you up with pills?" he asked, grinning, Y/N was startled, "No, no! Nothing like that- i just see how you usually get picked on-" Y/N started rambling, Eddie cutting him off.

"So you felt bad for me?" he said, continuing to walk, Y/N following him closely, "No! I just wanted to get to know you!" Y/N said, Eddie smiled again, "Your not like the others, are you?" He asked, Y/N nodded, "I'm- also a outcast."

Eddie looked at him, "Well, you should then come hang out with me, if your a outcast, i sit by the hellfire club table, i'm the leader." He said proudly, Y/N nodded, "You know how to play D&D?" He asked, "Yes! I used to play it a lot growing up but i stopped playing it cause my friends who used to play it with me, left." He answered Eddie.

Eddie smiled brightly, "That's great! not- that your friends left- but that you know how to play D&D!" Eddie said, Y/N smiled, "But, what's your name?" Eddie asked, "Oh right! Y/N L/N!" Y/N said, "Uh, i have algebra soon, it was nice chatting with you, Eddie!" Y/N said, Eddie nodded, "Alright, see you around, L/N." Eddie said, Y/N started walking to his locker, smiling brightly,

Y/N sat in his classroom, listening to the teacher talk, and then the door opened to the classroom, then there he was, the new kid, "Oh! Class, this is your new classmate! He recently moved here from California!" the teacher said, everyone's eyes looking at him.

The man stared around, clearing his throat, "Billy, Billy Hargrove, I'm the new king around here, got it?" Billy said, grinning, everyone seemed obsessed with him, the girls drooling over him, the boys wanted to be him.

The lesson began again as Billy sat in a seat.

Class ended, everyone walking out the classroom in a hurry, can't blame them, Y/N knew that class was boring, lunch about to start, Y/N felt a ball of excitement building up, he went to his locker to put his books inside.

"HEY, HOMO." Y/N heard behind him, seeing Tommy hagan walk towards him, "What do you want, Hagan?" Y/N asked, Y/N always hated Tommy, his always been an asshole, plus he had always made fun of Y/N for liking his ex-friend Steve.

Tommy pushed him against the locker, Y/N didn't understand, did Tommy have a reason? well, Tommy never did, only that he was a total dick all the time, "C'mon! Defend yourself, Homo!" Tommy said in a mocking tone.

"No, your not worth my time, Hagan." Y/N said, trying to move away, Tommy gripping him by the shirt collar, "It's time you learn to not talk back to me." Tommy spat out, Y/N groaned, "Your literally just like any weak little pathetic boy in this school." That was it that made Tommy hit him in the face.

Y/N was about to accept his faith, when something or someone stopped him, "Leave him alone, Tommy, we don't want your girlfriend knowing that your fucking her best friend, would we now?" a familiar voice said, Y/N remembered that voice, it was Steve Harrington, the man who he had been obsessed with for decades, the man he'd thought never even would know he existed.

Tommy quickly ran away, Y/N had honestly never seen Tommy get stopped before like that, "Hey are you okay? I'm sorry about, Tommy." Y/N looked up, seeing Steve, Y/N smiled, "Uh- yeah, i'm fine, i'm used to him being an asshole-" Y/N said, smiling, Steve nodded, "I'm Steve Harrington, you probably know me from last year after being the asshole king." Steve said.

"Everyone knows who King Stev- Steve Harrington is!" Y/N said, Steve smiled, "And you are i suppose, L/N?" Steve said, Y/N nodded, "Tommy used to always talk about this creep named L/N, i never knew who he was, but, you don't seem like a creep" Steve said, Y/N nodded, "I'm usually told i'm a creep by others." Y/N said, Steve felt horrible, he felt pity for him.

"Well, L/N, i hope maybe i see you around?" Steve said, Y/N nodded, "Yeah!" he answered, Steve waved goodbye, walking away, Y/N felt happy, excited, this day couldn't get much better.

Y/N finished putting his stuff in the locker, starting to head to the cafeteria, he remembered what Eddie said, that he sits by the hellfire club, Y/N didn't quiet understand what he meant by that, until he entered the cafeteria.

He saw Eddie sat by a table in the cafeteria, along with him sat other people, probably the other members of hellfire, Y/N went to grab his food, heading over to the table, "Oh, You did come!" Eddie said, smiling, Y/N nodded.

"Please, take a seat!" Eddie said, Y/N sat down beside some other members of the club, "This is the boy i was talking about!" Eddie explained to his friends, "So this is L/N?" a boy said.

The boy had brown curly short hair, blue eyes, he wasn't short or tall, average size of 5'8, "Uhm, yeah! I'm L/N! Y/N L/N!" Y/N said awkwardly.

Lunch felt faster then usual, Y/N left the cafeteria talking with Eddie & his other friends, they had been telling Y/N about the campaigns, "You should come by some day and join us!" Eddie said, Y/N nodded, "I think i will!".

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[agaypanic]

Could you do a cynthia sanders x reader where the reader is a shy girl so when cynthia goes up and talks to her she develops a crush? and eventually cynthia develops one back

Love your work!

Two Krelboyne Girls (Cynthia Sanders X Reader)

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Summary: Being the new Krelboyne girl, Cynthia’s determined to make you feel welcomed. 

A/N: pretend the Krelboyne class is also in high school, like a hi-cap class or something. Sorry this probably isn’t as in depth as you probably wanted, it’s really more of a meet cute kinda thing. I could do a part 2 if someone wanted it

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“Hi! I’m Cynthia!” You were startled by the peppy voice sounding off in front of you. You looked up from your book to see a girl with long dark hair and a wide grin. “You’re new, right?”

“Yeah…” You answer quietly. “I’m Y/n.”

“Well, nice to meet you!” Cynthia quickly settled into the free seat next to you. “Hope you don’t mind. There’s not many other girls here, and I wanted to make sure you felt welcome. So.. Welcome!”

“Thanks.” You respond, the girl’s extroverted but warm nature putting you at ease. “Are you usually this peppy?”

“All the time.” A boy with sandy brown hair answered for her as he passed by your desks. Cynthia rolled her eyes, jerking her thumb at the kid while looking at you.

“That’s Malcolm,” she said. “Don’t mind him. He’s crabby a lot, but once he warms up to you, he can be nice.”

Cynthia spent the rest of the period telling you who was who and some things to look out for when you went around the school. Then, when she got a look at your schedule, she offered to take you to your classes. Being the new girl, you weren’t about to pass up on this opportunity.

She talked your ear off a lot, barely letting you get a word in. But you didn’t mind much. Cynthia was a very interesting individual.

“So, how was your first day at North High?” Cynthia asked as you walked out of your last class of the day, which you shared.

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be.” You said honestly. You had Cynthia to thank for that, volunteering to accompany you the whole day. Without her, you probably would’ve been lost in the halls and awkwardly looking for a place to sit at lunch. “Thanks for helping me today.”

“Of course!” Cynthia exclaimed, her toothy grin never faltering. “What are friends for?” You were surprised, but obviously delighted, that she had decided you were friends after only one day. “Do you have any plans today?” You thought for a quick moment, but came up with nothing.

“I don’t think so. Probably just go home or something.”

“Want me to show you around town?” Cynthia asked, revealing some car keys that dangled from her fingers. “We can get food, and I can take you home afterward.”

You didn’t need to think about it. Your first, and so far only, friend in this new town wanted to hang out with you outside of school.

“Hell yeah!”

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[whchenlvr]

Hi! I noticed that your request is still open, so I would like to ask how the union + eunjang boys react with reader, who was a well-known gang leader in middle school before disappearing for no apparent reason, I'm assuming that they learned of it because reader's former members approached them and perhaps tried to persuade them to return as their leader. The problem is that she retired so she could concentrate on her studies.

i’m sorry this took so long TT thank you for being so patient <3

when you’re a retired leader ;

weak hero x gn!reader

gray yeon

you were ranked first in your class until gray yeon.

you hated him at first, and the fact that he blatantly ignored you and your efforts to outsmart him left you fuming. you weren’t used to losing, let alone being second, so it took some getting used to.

you even followed gray to cram school one night, which really startled him, because he didn’t hear you behind him until you tapped his shoulder. that raised some red flags in his head, and it didn’t take long for gray to figure out who you really were.

he didn’t confront you. hell, he even helped you study. part of him wanted to just ignore your past as a gang leader, given how closed off you were about it, but that didn’t go as planned when one day you caught an article about you on his phone.

“what is that?” you asked uncomfortable before reaching over to snatch the device off his desk. gray figured there was no point in making excuses, so he shrugged.

“can’t blame me for doing some research on my friends, can you?”

ben park

there wasn’t much to say about you. you appeared out of thin air in high school, claiming to be a transfer student, but never telling where you transferred from.

ben was pretty welcoming when no one else was, and that’s why you got along. eugene knew who you were, but you made him swear not to tell anyone (you still had some dangerous connections, but you didn’t want to threaten anyone).

you and eugene managed to keep your past a secret for quite a while, and you nearly convinced yourself that you were in the clear. until one day…

“y/n?”

you’d been at a karaoke bar with ben and gerard, but recognized the voice instantly. you were admittedly a bit small for your age, but that hadn’t stopped you from bringing your school to the top. ben and gerard placed themselves between you and the previous members of your gang, ready to protect you if necessary. your members ignored this, too shocked to see you before them to react.

“you… we thought you died!” “why did you leave the gang?”

there it was.

“gang?” ben asked, and you faced your feet. when you had the courage to look up at him, you knew he recognized you. it was all over.

alex go

you were just some stranger alex ran into at the abandoned building. he was trying to find rooftop 2.0, not you: a figure clad in black kicking a pebble in the rubble. you didn’t seem very intimidating, so alex didn’t want to risk a fight and settled with a wave. “hi.” 

“hi..?” you said back, pulling your hoodie off. that was how you picked eunjang as your new school, and you tried your very best to keep your past under wraps. 

your hair had grown out since your notorious prime in the gang, and you’d decided to dye it right after running. you wanted to be normal. go to school, make friends, and have careless fun without looking over your shoulder 24/7. alex was good at turning your dreams into reality.

“y/n! you seem like someone who’s good at art. wanna go graffiti some abandoned buildings with me after school?” alex asked you one morning, and you decided to join. you didn’t realize that the “abandoned building” he mentioned was your old base, nor that the members of your gang still visited.

alex instantly prepared for a fight when he spotted the three guys, but their eyes were focused on you. “y/n?”

“you know these guys?!” alex shouted, but you ignored him. “i’m out, guys. we’ll leave. i don’t want any trouble.”

needless to say, alex didn’t ask you to hang out after the unusual reunion.

donald na

donald had his suspicions about you the second you stumbled across the union’s radar. he found it odd how the previous leader of a rival school disappeared, and then poof! there you were. he didn’t pry about your past but kept tabs on you in private.

you stayed quiet, making it known that focusing on your studies was your only interest. you initially wanted no part in the union, wanting to start over fresh and normally, but you’d happened to befriend kingsley kwan, and that was how donald found you.

an informant of his approached one day with photos of your social media, all deleted now, but nothing on the internet ever really goes away. it was proof that you weren’t who you claimed to be, and donald couldn’t help but grin at the opportunity to expose you.

“y/n,” donald sighed your name, and you froze. it was just the two of you in a room, and something in your gut told you to run. “what did you hope to achieve here, hm? infiltrate the union?”

“it wasn’t like that,” your voice came out more pleading, more pathetic than you’d hoped it would. “i wanted to start over.”

“and you couldn’t do that anywhere else? tell me, y/n, if you were in my position right now, would you believe yourself?” no, you wanted to admit. you never thought yourself weak, but donald unsettled you. he was unpredictable, unhinged.

“i’ll leave. i’ll never show my face again, just please don’t return me to them. if you do, they’ll… they’ll kill me.”

“when i’m done with you, you’ll wish you were dead.”

jake ji

eunchan liked you, which automatically made you part of jake’s group.

jake didn’t really acknowledge you at first, since he didn’t know anything about you. he tried asking you about your past once, and you instantly tensed up and blew it off, claiming you were from out of town. he didn’t believe that for a second but didn’t want to cause tension because you were eunchan’s friend.

when timothy found something regarding your hidden past, jake was the first and only person to know. though you hadn’t had the chance to get close to him, jake felt betrayed. he felt manipulated and he pitied eunchan.

“why did you lie?” he asked after cornering you one evening, and you felt the hairs on your neck raise. “lie about what?”

“don’t play dumb. i know who you are, y/n.”

you spun to face him and pressed a finger against jake’s chest. “who am i, then? a liar? just because i wanted to keep this part of me buried for good? am i a bad guy? cause look around, jake. you’re worse than i ever was.”

a bubble formed in jake’s throat, one he couldn’t swallow. “if this is some elaborate scheme to take over daehyeon, it won’t work.” it wasn’t. you knew it wasn’t, but there was no convincing jake otherwise. “fuck you, jake.”

“right back at you, y/n.”

wolf keum

wolf knew that the leader of a rival gang suddenly disappeared, but he had no idea it was you. the way you were described online versus how you were in real life were like two completely separate people, and you tried to keep it that way.

wolf won’t admit it, but he enjoyed your company. you didn’t talk much about yourself, but wolf didn’t mind because neither did he. it wasn’t until he was nearly jumped one day that his curiosity in your life peaked.

the three men who’d tried—and failed—to take him down showed him a picture. one of him and you. wolf’s fist tightened around the man’s shirt. “what do you want with y/n? if you hurt them, i swear—“

“y/n? n-no, that’s our leader!”

wolf blanched, releasing the man’s shirt and stepping over his broken body. he knew exactly where to find you, and your smile dropped when you realized he was bleeding. “wolf? what happen—“ he grabbed you by the shoulders, pulling you towards him until your chests were practically touching. “tell me the truth. are you the leader of a gang? the gang attempting to destroy the union? destroy me?”

your breathing momentarily stopped. “wh… is that what you think?”

“it’s what i know. i want you to admit it.”

you couldn’t, because it wasn’t true; not anymore. “if you’re going to kill me, just do it.”

wolf chuckled, and fear prickled behind your eyes. “ah, y/n. not until you tell me everything.”

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #weak hero manhwa #weak hero class 1 #weak hero x reader #gray yeon #ben park #alex go #donald na #jake ji #wolf keum

[wonryllis]

YEONIE OBSESSED W UR WRITING ^_^ this is for fun so u dont need to do it but i thought itd be funny :D can u try writing hcs or a tiny blurb drabble of a yeonie x reader lol ? it can even be a joke like writing urself as a popular girl and reader confessing to u but u rejecting them for enha ^_^ when i was on yandere boku no hero academia blr i saw sum accs do it and it was really funny ㅋㅋㅋ [ex : https://mango-bango-bby.tumblr.com/post/641766271772409856]

[ LINK ] OH- OH! OHHHHH what is thissss .. yeonie x reader? damn this is so new and fun and it's making me so shy >< that you want a yeonie au like i hadn't thought of this even in my dreams. THANK YOU SO MUCH, im glad you love my work so much and i loved this babe :3 WARNING, DONT CRINGE PLS or i'll kill you ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ

POPULAR GIRL!YEONIE x READER ( short. )

you could feel the rhythmic thumping of your heart against the warmth of your ears, the sound reverberating inside you like a clock as you waited by the field with the lime hazelnut white chocolate you knew yeonie loved.

it was nerve wrecking to think of the ways this could end and all the things she could possibly say. but alas you couldn't just stand staying in the shadows and admiring her from afar for any longer. especially with so many people pining after her. even if at last you'd be rejected, you wanted to give it a try.

when you spot her amongst the crowd of students, your cheeks grow hotter and your hair starts feeling sticky against your skin. her friends surround her in a circle like a halo of fairies and there in middle as if standing on a pedestal she smiles bright, eyes going cresents and cheeks cutely puffing up. so in contrast to the way you have seen her in class, siren eyes looking cold and face set in stone screaming unapproachable. and perhaps it was this thing about her having different sides that attracted you to her.

as planned, you watch as your friend goes up to her and tells her you wanted to talk, pointing towards your direction to let her know exactly who it is. a part of you wished she knew you but a little part of you also thought it'd be better if you didn't.

"hey, i heard you wanted to give me something?" yeonie's voice startles you, flinching and stumbling a bit at the softness of her tone. it gives you a pang of hope, one that gives a spurt of confidence, albeit short lived.

"yeah um, this, i heard you like it a lot," you hand her chocolate, nibbling on your bottom lip as the words you have wanted to say for so long seem stuck in your throat. feeling more conflicted when she smiles wide at you, the smile you love so much.

"that's so sweet of you!"

"actually i just wanted to say that i like you a lot, and i do not expect you to like me back but if you do, it would make me really happy," classic and simple, hands trembling behind your back and heart skipping beats.

"oh.. um thank you so much for liking me, i really appreciate it. but i'm so sorry i can't return those feelings, i have someone i really like too. i hope you don't hate me for that? we could be friends!" oh how could you refuse any chance to be close to her. if being beside her came at the cost of being just a friend, maybe you'd hide these feelings somewhere beneath and be just that. be your friend you give the soft smiles to.

if only you knew who she got the hots for ..

#🦢̼ࣳ ⋆ ٫٫ ⁽ anon ₎ #i have no idea how to tag this but yes #yeonie x reader #dont cringe pls i tried my best >< #﹙あり.﹚ 𝓯𝐚𝐞𝐫𝒾𝐞 𝓰𝐨𝐬𝐬𝒊𝐩 ! #﹙⪩⪨.﹚ 𝒎𝒚 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 ˃̵ᴗ˂̵

[jaybleu25]

My Heart Hears You (Part 3)

Time: HS Years; Bros are in 9th, Bowser is in 10th. Setting: Peach's Castle. 7 A.M.

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Getting prepared for school the next day was a difficult challenge for Luigi. This was mainly due to his anxiety being multiplied by 10 at the thought of him having to do a presentation in front of the entire class. It wouldn't leave his mind at all. Even more so, he had to present with Bowser of all people. Who knows if Bowser would follow the script or not? Meanwhile, Mario was in quite a good mood. For his presentation, he painted a picture of the globe. His group's presentation was going to be on how recycling was important for the planet. Putting the painting in his backpack, he was about to leave, but he realized Luigi still hadn't come out of the bedroom yet. Mario wasn't going to leave without Luigi. Going back up the stairs, Mario would knock on the bedroom door. "Luigi, you ready yet??" Mario called out. "O-Oh, uhm...y-yeah..!" Mario could tell something was wrong. Luigi's voice was shaky. Quickly, Mario would open the door, only to find Luigi struggling to stand. He was using the couch as support to stand up. With swiftness, Mario rushed to his brother's aid. "Are you okay??" Mario asked. "I'm fine, j-just...a bit nervous..." Luigi stuttered. It took a few moments for Mario to remember. Whenever Luigi got nervous, sometimes he would end up getting what he called 'jelly legs', which would make it hard for him to stand. It happened a few times when Luigi was in middle school, but once high school started, it became more and more frequent. "Is it about the project?" Mario asked. Luigi would nod, responding with a nervous hum. "Hey, I'm sure yours is gonna be great, bro!" Mario reassured. "You always write really cool speeches and stuff." "I just don't like it when people are looking at me," Luigi muttered. Mario would think for a moment. "Well...maybe try focusing on me," Mario suggested. "Pretend like you're just telling me about your topic. Don't look anywhere else." "Th-That might work...I'll try that," Luigi responded. "Thanks, bro." "Of course!" Mario exclaimed. "Are you feeling a bit better now?" Luigi would nod, now standing on his own. He'd grab his backpack containing his part of the essay, as well as the trifold board he kept nearby. He'd then follow Mario out of the room, waving goodbye to Toadsworth with a cheerful smile. But that smile wouldn't last long. Thankfully for Luigi (or unthankfully, if you had asked Luigi about it before Mario had comforted him), his science class was the first class of the day. That meant he would be able to get the project over with. He wouldn't have to worry about it the rest of the day. Additionally, he wouldn't have to deal with carrying the trifold anymore, so that was also a plus. Arriving to class with his brother, Luigi was a little hesitant. He had no idea how prepared Bowser would be. During the period of the group project, the teacher had made it so all of the pairs would be sat next to each other so it would be easier to work together. Once Luigi got to his seat, he noticed Bowser reading over the last page of what he had to say. Luigi was surprised and relieved. It looked like he didn't have to worry after all. Bowser did get his script. Without saying anything as to not suddenly startle/anger the Koopa Prince, Luigi would sit down. Once Bowser finished reading, the bell rang, and he noticed Luigi was sitting next to him. "Oh, finally, you're here," Bowser said, annoyed. "You took forever." Luigi didn't want to make mention of the fact he had already been there a couple minutes prior, so he simply apologized. He was definitely not here the whole time. And so, the presentations began.

-To be continued...-

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Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746341252448043008/my-heart-hears-you-part-1?source=share

Part 1.5: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746341378314944512/my-heart-hears-you-part-15

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746500897895514112/my-heart-hears-you-part-2

Part 3: You're already here!

Part 4: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746920665451495424/my-heart-hears-you-part-4

Part 5: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746921486930034688/my-heart-hears-you-part-5

Part 6: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746923474412568576/my-heart-hears-you-part-6

Part 7: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/746924406863020032/my-heart-hears-you-part-7

Part 8: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/747120181983281152/my-heart-hears-you-part-8

Part 9: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/747121034850975744/my-heart-hears-you-part-9

Part 10: https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/747121820844556288/my-heart-hears-you-part-10

Part 11 (END): https://www.tumblr.com/jaybleu25/747122379621269504/my-heart-hears-you-part-11

#mario #luigi #super mario bros #hs bros au #hs mario #hs luigi #hs bowser #bowser #jay au

[parkinglotdelulu]

Worth the risk -> Friends to Lovers 🧸⛅️

Pairing: Han x OC 

synopsis: Erin and Han had been friends since they were little, that’s it just friends. However, when Erin’s boyfriend makes her pick between him or Han she’s left torn with the decision. 

Word count: 6198

A/N: here goes nothing 🤎

Han and you have been best friends since forever! Since you were neighbors in grade school, till middle school, since high school, pre-debut, and post-debut. He was always right by your side, that was never gonna change. 

“I don’t get it!” Han called out from the hall, “Why are you getting ready for your date here?” 

“Because,” you said, getting dressed in his room. “Hyunjin wanted to help me.” 

“It’s like your seventh date with this guy, I don’t get why you're still trying to be perfect for him.” He mumbled. 

Back in high school no one was ever really romantically attracted to you, at least that you knew about. You were shy, quiet, and mostly kept your head down. A bit of a nerd actually. But Han never minded it, you showed the other side of yourself to him and him only. The goofy, loud, fun side. Having another guy see that version of you was something he never enjoyed the thought of. But when you got asked out by Jay, he realized that it was something he was going to have to get used to for your sake. 

He remembered you running into the recording studio wearing your Nirvana t-shirt with leggings, glasses practically slipping off your face. And your long hair that was in a ponytail was a mess, hair falling into your face. Your book bag was sliding off your shoulder and you were breathing heavily. 

Chan and Changbin visibly looked startled at the girl’s disheveled appearance, Han however was far used to it by now. 

Barley even glancing over to her, Han chuckled, “Well you look like hell Erin.” 

Sighing loudly you stomped up to Han and smacked him upside the head. He hissed in pain while Changbin and Chan chuckled. 

“Ow! That hurt!” he growled. 

“Serves you right.” You said plopping down next to Bin on the couch. Chan and Han both spun their chairs to face you. 

“Are you okay? Did something happen?” Chan asked. 

“Well I did come here with news for Han, but now I don’t even know if I want to tell him.” 

“Don’t be so dramatic and just tell me.” Han rolled his eyes 

“Sure…Erin’s the dramatic one in this relationship.” Changbin chuckled. 

Han reached forward, hitting Bin. “Just tell us the news already.” 

“Fine! You know that guy in my History 325 seminar!” 

He nodded, the other two boys just shook their heads no. 

“Okay well I ended up running into him at the coffee shop before class and we started talking and we walked to class together. Then after class, he asked to take me out!” 

Hans' eyes widened, “Like-Like on a date?” He stuttered out. 

“No like murder me.” Han stared blankly at you, “Yes a date.” 

“Oh.” He spoke quietly. 

“Is that like a problem for you or something, come on at least act a little bit excited.” 

“I am! I’m just shocked anyone would actually ask you out. Especially when you look like that.” Pointing at you up and down. 

“Whatever…” Han watched as you took your ponytail out, shaking it out. “Where are Hyun and Lix? At least they’ll be excited for me.” 

“Dance studio,” Chan said. “But seriously Erin, that's cool, congrats.” 

“Thanks, Chan,” 

“If he hurts you, I’ll beat him up!” Bin spoke up. 

“And there is no doubt in my mind you would win Binnie.” Standing up you ruffled his hair. “Okay well, I’ll see you later?” 

Han nodded before turning back to look at the computer screen. Before closing the door behind you Han called out, “Hey Erin?” 

“Hmm?” You stuck your head back in. 

“I’m happy for you.” He said, smiling at you. 

“Thanks, Hannie! I’ll see you once you're done!” You smiled at him, a big genuine smile. He loved that nickname you gave him, he loved that smile of yours, dimples and all. And he loved you…platonically of course. He was your friend. He was supposed to be worried about you going on a date, right?  

“You didn’t need to act like that,” Chan spoke after you left. 

“What?” Han asked, looking at him. 

“You were so rude to her,” 

“No-no I wasn't, I was just shocked that’s all.” 

“Are you jealous?” Changbin smirked 

“Me? Jealous of the guy taking Erin on a date? You do know I have taste right? Clearly, he doesn't…Now come on can we just get back to work.” Putting on his headphones he began focusing on whatever new beat blasting was on his computer. 

The two boys gave each other a knowing glance, but Han was too stuck in his head to notice. 

“Okay, what do you think?” You asked opening the door and coming out of his room. 

Han sighed and glanced up at you, his eyes widened as he took in your appearance. You were wearing a slightly dark purple dress with a bit of lace trimming on the bottom and spaghetti straps. You had a few silver necklaces that hung around your neck.

“Whoa…” he whispered before quickly standing up in front of you. “You look, you look like a girl.” 

You rolled your eyes and glared at him, “Gee thanks?” 

“No no that’s not what I meant it’s just. Well, you um- I just can’t remember the last time I saw you in a dress.” 

“I feel like I forgot my pants.” You said looking down at yourself. “It’s like my nightmares about not wearing pants to school are coming to life.” You joked. 

Han chuckled. 

“Oh real classy Erin,” Hyunjin called out from the kitchen. He came around the corner walking up to both you and Han. “Do I have taste or what?” 

You laughed as Hyunjin was the one who originally convinced you to even buy the dress and loaned you the necklaces you were wearing. 

“Well, you do have the eyes of an artist.” You quipped. 

Hyunjin shrugged when he finally glanced over at his friend. Han was still staring at you with a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. He was studying you almost, taking in your whole appearance as if he was about to be quizzed on it. 

“She looks pretty, huh Han.” 

“What oh um yeah.” 

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. Seriously is that all he could even say to her? He nudged Han's shoulder almost giving him a ‘come on say something’ look but he just mouthed ‘What’

“Don’t mind him,” you spoke. “He’s had zero game since I could remember.” 

“That is not true.” He finally spoke. 

“Oh really?” You arched a brow. “Remember that girl you liked in your second year? Mister Player over here went up to her and said she had a very pretty lunchbox.” 

Hyunjin burst out laughing. Hans face reddened remembering the mortifying incident. 

“Whatever.” He mumbled. 

“Okay, Erin you have to leave soon so…can I do your hair now!” 

“Yup!” You turned and both you and Hyunjin made your way to the bathroom, while Han followed closely behind. 

Han watched as Hyunjin tied your hair back with a small white bow into a half up half down look, with a few strands left in the front. 

Hyunjin sighed, “I still don’t get why you cut your hair so short.” 

Han made eye contact with you in the mirror. 

“Just, needed a change I guess.” 

But Han knew the real reason. 

He was waiting for you to come over for movie night when he heard the doorbell ring. He ran to answer it and saw you standing there in comfy pajama pants and a sweatshirt. When he glanced up toward your face his eyes widened. 

“What the hell did you do?” He yelled. 

“Jeez Han yell a little louder, why don’t you?” You groaned while walking inside. “I cut it.” 

Your hair that used to go well past your shoulders was now cut right above them. 

“But why?” 

You shrugged, “I don’t know, I felt like it. Can we just watch the movie?” 

He nodded, before closing the door behind you. 

Throughout the whole movie, he couldn’t help but just stare at you. Why, he kept wondering. Why did you cut your hair? He was so lost in a daze that he wasn’t even paying attention. 

“Oh my god!” You yelled startling him. 

“What! What happened?” He glanced back towards the movie, only to see the credits rolling. 

“You would know if you actually watched the movie instead of looking at me the whole time. What’s with you?” 

You stared at him with a curious look on your face 

“Why did you cut your hair?” He blurted out. 

“Oh my god! Seriously we’re still on this?” You groaned. 

“You loved your long hair! Like even when your parents told you to cut it you still refused! So what happened? Cause I’m not buying this you needed a change bullshit!” 

You sighed and looked down at your hands in your lap fiddling with your fingers. “If I tell you, you can’t get mad or make a long speech okay?” 

“Okay got it!” He threw his hands up in surrender. 

“A couple of days ago, Jay mentioned how he doesn’t really like my long hair, said he thought I would look better with short hair…So I kinda cut it for him.” Your eyes wandered over to him as he just looked at you. 

“Well, that’s just stupid!” He said 

“I told you not to get mad!” 

“Well, when you're reasoning is that I’m gonna. Who changes their hair because another person wants them to!” 

“Umm…You! You guys change your hair all the time!” 

“That’s different!” 

“How?” You argued 

“It’s for work!” 

“Yeah, but it’s other people telling you how to change it! So same fucking thing! Plus I know for a fact you don’t love dying your hair! At least I liked that I cut my hair.” 

Han sighed, throwing his head back, “Fine, you got me there.” 

“Ha!” You laughed mockingly. 

“But do you though? Do you really like that you cut your hair?”  Han although was a big goofball, and always laughing. You knew that when he got serious…he meant it. 

You shrugged, “I like that it made Jay happy. A few inches of hair isn’t a huge sacrifice. It will grow back.” 

After you got quiet you didn’t even want to look at him. You could already feel the disappointment and embarrassment radiating off of him. And if you were being honest you were also embarrassed. Embarrassed of yourself for changing for someone else. You always promised yourself you would never be that person to change for a guy, but here you were. It was just that you liked Jay, a lot and he liked you. He asked you out, he chased you. No one has ever done that. 

You sniffled a bit, bringing your sleeve up to rub your nose. You felt the couch dip under you as Han moved closer to you, bringing you into a hug. You were pulled into his chest, his arms snaking around your waist. 

“You shouldn’t have to change yourself to make someone else like you.” He whispered. 

“I know,” you mumbled. “But it’s not like he forced me, it was still my choice.” 

“Okay,” He wasn’t going to argue with you. He knew how you felt about this relationship. How happy you were. He was your best friend, he wasn’t going to be the one to ruin it for you. “But don’t let his opinion affect your choices.” 

He felt you nod into your chest before you pulled away. 

“Does it really look that bad?” Bring your hands up to the side of your head. 

“No!” He brought his hand up to your hair, twiddling the ends of it in his hand. “I think you look really cute!” 

Both you and Han’s faces reddened at the comment. He pulled his hand away coughing uncomfortably. “Plus now my hair is almost as long as yours.” He said, jokingly pretending to flip his back. 

“Sure,” you laughed. “Whatever you gotta tell yourself. 

“And…Done! What do you think?” Hyunjin asked as he put down the curling iron. 

“It’s perfect! Thank you!” 

“So where is Jay taking you tonight?” 

“Some restaurant.” 

“Which one?” Han piped up. 

“As if I would tell you? Knowing you, you'd show up with a fake mustache and some awful get-up.” 

“You know I could always borrow I.Ns grandma costume.” 

“Please for the love of god, no.” You glared, but still couldn’t help but smile. “So what do you guys have going on tonight?” 

“Gonna go over and watch a movie with Min,” Hyunjin said. 

“I don’t know, maybe work on a new song.” Han shrugged. 

“Ooo what kind of song?” You wiggled your eyebrows. 

He shrugged, “Have to write a love song for the next album, so maybe that.” 

“Hmm, well good luck. I can listen to it before, right?” 

“You always do.” He smiled at you. 

“When is Jay gonna get here?” Hyunjin looked at you.

“Crap! In like five minutes!” 

You rushed out of the bathroom and grabbed your purse in the living room. Where Chan and Changbin were sitting. 

Chan whistled jokingly, “Dang look at you!” 

“Yeah, what’s got you all dolled up?” Changbin jokes. 

“Date with Jay!”

“Oh well, have fun and be safe! Also, you might want to bring a coat because it's cold.” 

“Whatever you say dad…” rolling your eyes. The other members chuckled. “I didn’t bring a coat but I’m sure I’ll be fine. What do you two have going on tonight?” 

“Gym.” They said in unison. 

“We were actually just about to make a protein shake and head out,”  Changbin said. 

“Ew.” Hyunjin side-eyed them. “That is clearly my cue to leave. Bye, have fun tonight.” He said walking out the door and heading over to the other dorm.

“You're not gonna go with them?” You looked over at Han. 

“Kinda just need some alone time.”

You smiled softly at him before giving him a small nod. If there was one thing about Han that you learned to understand early on is that although he tends to be the life of the party he is the biggest introvert you know. You're one too, so whenever there was a day when your social batteries were both dead you learned to respect it. But there were also days even back in high school when you would still hang out. Sitting in each other's rooms in complete silence each doing your own thing, Han working on music, you doing homework. It was a comfortable silence. And even though it was always quiet, it was your favorite sound in the world. 

All of a sudden there was a knock on the door. 

“Oh, that’s Jay!” You started heading over to the door.

“Are you coming back over after?” Han asked. 

You shook your head, “Probably will just go back to his or my dorm.”

You opened the door and were immediately met with a cold gust of wind making you shiver just slightly. 

“Hey!” Jay said, smiling at the door. 

“Hey, man!” Chan called out. 

Jay gave him and the rest of the guys a look before giving them a nod and a half-assed smile. 

“Ready to go?” 

You nodded. 

“Wait,” Han said before running off down the hall. You could hear him going through something in his room before rushing back. “Umm…here.” He handed you a black cardigan. He looked shy giving it to you, “Hope it goes with the outfit.” 

“It’s perfect! Thank you.” You give him a slight hug. 

“I’ll be in the car,” Jay said, before stomping off. 

“Okay…well bye.” You began to close the door before Han grabbed the handle. 

“Hey, Erin.” 

 You peeked your head back in. “Yeah?” 

“You have a really pretty lunchbox.” 

“Pfft…Thanks, Hannie.” 

He watched as you ran over to Jay’s car getting inside. Before closing the door and leaning against it. 

“Dude you got it bad,” Changbin said. 

Han snapped his head towards Changbin, “What!” Han exclaimed. 

“It’s obvious you like her!” 

“Yeah mate, Bins not wrong.” 

“I do not like Erin! I mean we grew up together. We’re supposed to be close, she’s like a sister to me.” 

“Yeah, a sister you want to kiss.” Changbin sneered. 

Han leaned forward to the couch, grabbed a pillow, and chucked it halfway across the room at Changbin. “Don’t be weird!” 

“Ow!” Changbin yelled. “I’m not being weird if it’s the truth.” 

Han lunged forward at Changbin before Chan stood between them. 

“Stop, okay? No more throwing things. Look, Han, Bin might be going a little far…But he’s not wrong it’s obvious you like her and that you don’t like that she’s in this relationship.” Chan smirked, he knew exactly what to say to finally get Han to admit to everything. “I mean I don’t blame you, she is hot.” 

“Don’t! Don’t say that about her! Like it’s her only personality trait. Okay? And I don’t like that she’s in this new relationship because Jay doesn’t even know her. He doesn’t know that when she listens to music she creates stories in her head, or that when she doesn’t want to talk to people she’ll just wear her headphones with no music. He doesn’t know that she mumbles to herself when she’s anxious and that she could laugh for hours at her own jokes, and she can always tell what music was in what movies, and- and.” 

“Go on.” Chan urges.

“And that she always supported me, even when I’ve fucked up, that she’s always the one to apologize first even when it’s not her fault, that she always puts everyone before her! Her favorite book is Narnia because when she was little all she ever wanted to do was escape. And that when she smiles, and not her fake one she has dimples. When she comes to the studio and listens to whatever track I’m working on she always tells the truth about it cause she knows I want it to be the best. And that I quite literally wouldn’t be here without her!” He froze and just stared, he didn’t know who or what he was staring at, he was just staring. Why did he say all that? Where did that even come from? 

Chan and Changbin were both snickering next to him when Han glanced over at them. 

“Fuck.” He muttered, “I like Erin.” He ran his fingers through his hair. 

“Finally glad you admitted it to yourself, buddy.” Chan patted him on the back. 

“But-But I can’t like Erin she’s my best friend, and she has a boyfriend and- and I missed my shot.” 

“Look you never know, I think she feels the same way about you. You could always tell her.” Bin spoke up. 

“And fuck up the relationship she’s in now? Do you know how much that would hurt her? And what if she does like me, huh? What happens if we get together and we break up? I wouldn’t only be losing her as my girlfriend, I would be losing her as a whole. I don’t think I could do that.” 

“Why?” Chan asked. 

Han looked over at him, “Because nothing would make sense without her.” 

 “You gotta ask yourself if she’s worth the risk,” Chan said, his hand still on Hans' shoulder. 

Han stared for a minute thinking, he thought of you guys as kids, as teenagers, up until now. Every single step he ever took you were right there with him. With your smile, your laughter, and your encouragement. He knew how scared you were of him leaving. Being afraid that he would never speak to you again after he made it big. You risked it all to see him happy, maybe it was his turn to take the risk with your friendship. 

“Yeah, Erin’s worth it.” He smiled. 

“Then what are you waiting for? Go tell her!” Changbin said, almost rushing him out the door. 

“What now? No way!” Han said maneuvering out of Changbins grip. “I’ll tell her later,” Both Chan and Changbin looked at him, cocking an eyebrow. “I promise. I just need to work out what to say.” 

“Want to go to the gym? Always helps clear my head.” Chan asked. 

“No, I think I’m gonna go work on a song.” He said and quickly rushed off to his room, closing it shut. 

After a few hours of working Han looked over his lyrics and realized that all of it was about you. He didn’t even mean for it to happen, but after figuring out that he did like you more than a friend it was the only thing in his mind. He wanted to tell you, scream it to you, sing it to you and show it to you. He wanted to prove that he cared about you more than a friend. However, his anxiety was also getting the better of him. What if you thought he was crazy? What if you got mad? What if you picked Jay over him? Then he had to remind himself that you weren’t like that. You wouldn’t abandon him, or get mad. You were you, Erin was just that, Erin. 

A loud crash of thunder shook the building, making him remove his headphones. He didn’t even realize that it was raining. Finally, he heard just the faintest knocking at the door. Chan and Bin should still be at the gym, maybe Hyunjin forgot his key or something. Leaving his work he walked over to answer the door and saw you. You were soaked from head to toe, your hair dripping and your dress and his sweater clung to your skin. 

“What the hell? Erin, get in here.” He said, his voice laced with concern. Pulling you in by your arm as you stumbled inside. 

“Sorry!” You spoke 

“Why are you soaked?” 

“Duh cause it’s raining,” you joked. 

Except Han didn’t find it funny, “Clearly, did you walk here or something.” 

You nodded. 

He sighed, “Hang on,” he rushed off grabbed something from down the hall, and hurriedly came back. “Here…” he whispered. Wrapping a towel around your head as it draped down your body. He began to rub your arms with the towel in an attempt to warm you up and dry you off. “I thought you weren’t going to come back. Why didn’t Jay drop you off.” 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come over unannounced and interrupt your night. It’s just well-” your voice started to crack and your eyes began to burn with tears forming.

“Hey hey hey, you know you're always welcome here! Did something happen?” 

You nodded slowly. 

“Okay, well we can talk about that later. First, you need to get out of those wet clothes.” 

He again grabbed your arm and dragged you to his room. You stood in the corner as you watched him rifle through his closet pulling out a sweatshirt and a pair of shorts. 

“Here,” He handed you the clothes. “You change in here and I’ll go make some coffee or something to help warm you up.” 

“But I really need to talk to you.” 

“You can’t talk to me when you look like that.” 

“Wow, thanks.” You rolled your eyes sarcastically. 

Hans' eyes widened, “No! No no no! Not like that I mean, you're probably freezing just get into some warm clothes then we'll talk. I promise.”  He began to head out of his room leaving you to change. 

“Hey Han?” 

“Yeah?” He poked his head back into the room. 

“Thanks.” 

“Sure, what are friends for?” He gave you a small smile before closing the door and rushing off to the kitchen. 

‘What are friends for?’ Stupid he thought to himself. Here he is coming to the realization that he actually likes you and he says the most cliche friend zone thing there is. He kept thinking about why you were so upset, could Jay have broken up with you? At first, he smiled at the thought. The thought of him not being a factor when he told you. At least then it wouldn’t be as fucked up…But see you standing in the rain eyes red and upset. It made him also realize that whatever did happen hurt him. And he didn’t want to just add more fuel to the flames by telling you. He would wait, he can do that. 

He poured the coffee into a mug when he heard the door to his room open and you walked out. He turned to hand you the mug when he froze and stared at you. You were wearing his hoodie that was way too big on you, going down almost to your knees, and the long sleeves burying your hands. He had seen you in his hoodies on numerous occasions, maybe it was him finally realizing he liked you, or maybe it was just the situation. But he couldn’t help but like seeing you in clothes, you looked so…cute. It was gonna be hard to wait. 

“Umm…here.” He said handing you the mug. 

“Thanks.” You whisper, grabbing the handle and clasping your hands around the warm ceramic cup. 

Han moved to sit over on the couch as you followed, plopping down a few feet away from him. 

“So what happened? Did Jay do something? Are you okay!”  It was like his mind was running a marathon of questions. 

You sat there curled up, legs pulled up to your chest as you still cling to the mug looking at the brown drink inside, watching the steam still rise. You just kinda shrugged at his questions. 

“You're not okay? Or you don’t know? Come on Erin what happened? Whatever it is, I can help you.” He said, his voice was laced with concern. 

Han was always like that even as a kid. He put everyone before himself. He could be having the worst day and yet, he would still always be wearing a smile. Han was funny, he loved to make people laugh and smile. However, sometimes he did that even when he really didn’t want to. He could be drowning and still give the other person a life preserver.

“I don’t think you can help with this one.” You whisper. 

“Was it Jay?” 

You nod. 

“Okay, then what happened? You're scaring me, Erin.” 

You sighed, “Okay well…”

After you left the dorm you ran out to the car where Jay was waiting. 

“Sorry.” You said smiling at him. 

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes and began driving. “You're over here more than you are at my place. Don’t see why you need to say like a million goodbyes.” 

You looked down playing with your fingers, it was gonna be another one of these nights. “Sorry…” you muttered quietly. 

Jay was great, most of the time. But something always bothered him about you and Han’s friendship. I guess it just didn’t seem normal to him, a guy and girl being strictly friends for this long. You never saw a problem with it though, if he had a girl friend you wouldn’t mind. But he still would continue to get upset. Every time he did though you would reassure him that you and Han were friends nothing more. Of course, in high school, there was a time when you thought that maybe you could be more, but he left for training. Your feelings for Han never went away but instead just subsided. You knew deep down he only saw you as a friend and having Han as a friend was more important than having him as a boyfriend. However, you would never admit that to Jay. 

The whole time at dinner he was rude. Passive aggressive comments. Ignoring you or just giving you one-worded responses. Dinner was quiet, awkwardly quiet…it was always like that with Jay. Silence just never felt as comfortable than when you were with Han. 

After dinner you guys went on a walk, the clouds were rolling in hiding the moon and the stars. The smell of rain fills your surroundings. It was chilly so you slipped on the sweater Han had given you before you left. 

Jay scoffed, “You're seriously wearing that?” 

“I’m cold, it’s not that big of a deal. Why are you so upset? You have been in a mood all night.” 

“I think I have a right to be upset!” He stopped walking and looked at you. 

“Cause I’m wearing someone else’s sweater?” You asked a bit stunned. 

“It’s everything! I mean come on do you really expect me to think that you and that guy are just friends!” 

“That guy happens to be my best friend! And his name is Han.” 

“Best friend? Yeah right! The way you guys act together, how you're always at his place, you wear his clothes. Why don’t you just date him instead, huh?” 

“Cause I’m with you! And I don’t like him like that!” 

“Well, he sure likes you like that!” 

“What?” You practically screamed. “No-No he doesn’t! We’ve been friends since we were kids. Hate to break it to you, but guys and girls can be friends!” 

“Guys are only friends with the girls they want to fuck!” He spat. 

You stared at him, eyes widening, “Are you being serious right now!” 

He sighed, “Look I get it, okay?” You have been friends with him since you were little. But he is starting to affect our relationship.” 

You shook your head, “No! You are letting him affect our relationship!” 

“You're seriously placing the blame on me!” 

“I just don’t get why you're upset. I’ve told you and reassured you over and over again that we are just friends!” 

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t be friends with him anymore!” 

“Excuse me?” 

“It's either him or me! Pick.” 

“This is a joke, right? You're not actually asking me to pick?” 

“I am. It’s either him or me. But just a reminder, that no one has ever liked you before me! So good luck trying to find someone who will love you as I do. I mean is someone like him really worth the risk?” 

“He gave me an ultimatum, he’s making me pick.” You said looking back over at Han. Tears were filling your eyes and beginning to run down your cheeks. 

He was just staring at you. He didn’t know what to think. At first, he wanted to go punch Jay for even making you choose. Then he wanted to comfort you, tell you that he’s not the only person who is going to love you. Tell you that he loves you. However, his mind started to panic, the anxiety settling in at the last option. The option that left you so upset, that you had made your choice. You chose Jay. It would explain why you were so upset and worried about talking to him. 

“You're not gonna say anything?” You said pulling Han out of his thoughts. 

“I mean umm what do you want me to say!” 

You shrugged, “I don’t know, anything.” 

He thought for a moment, “Look Erin you're not…unlovable. For him to say that well it was messed up. But I get it, I get that fear of never finding someone. I know how happy he makes you, and if I’m the one standing between you having a healthy relationship well then,” as much as it pained him to say this. As much as he wanted to shout and tell you not to choose Jay. To choose him and for him to tell you that he does like you more than a friend. He couldn’t be the one to destroy the relationship you're in now. He couldn’t hurt you like that. “Then you should pick him.”  His voice cracked and his eyes stung. 

“I knew you would say that.” You whisper. “Which is why I broke up with him.” You smiled softly looking over at him. 

“You what?” Han snapped his neck up and looked at you.

“Amongst calling him an insecure bitch.” You chuckled. 

Han laughed and moved forward hugging you tightly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled into his chest. 

“I really thought I was going to lose you.” He whispered into your neck. 

“You're not getting rid of me that easily. Plus even if he is right, I'll never find someone who likes me.” You both pulled away and looked at each other. You smiled, “You were worth the risk.” 

Han smiled softly at you, looking into your eyes that were still filled with tears. He reached up and his thumb grazed your cheek and wiped away your tears. His eyes glanced down to your lips. He swallowed harshly, his breath caught in his throat. Before he could even register what he was doing he leaned forward, his lips brushing against yours. It was a simple peck, but there was a tenderness to the touch. Your eyes widened in shock, before you could even register what was happening he pulled away, his facial expression mimicking yours. However, the softness of his lips still lingered on yours… 

His cheeks flushed red, “I’m sorry!” He almost shouted it. He quickly moved away from you. “Fuck, I am so sorry!” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I swear I didn’t mean to! It just- I mean I just. I wasn’t thinking, and you're upset! Not that that’s the reason I kissed you! But I just don’t want you to think I took advantage of you when you were emotionally vulnerable! You just got out of a relationship, that was basically my fault! And I don’t want you to think what Jay said was true! That I’m only friends with you because I want to fuck yo-” His eyes widened again, “No not like that! Fuck I’m making this worse!” 

You sat there listening to his anxious rambles, before moving forward and grabbing his face. He stopped talking and looked at you. His eyes were glazed with panic and shock. You pulled him in, pressing your lips against his. Unlike the last time, this one was deeper. Your arms wrapped around his neck while his arms snaked around your waist pulling you in closer. Your hand tangled in his hair. Your whole body felt warm and giddy, but everything else just felt calm. It was as if the whole world had gone quiet and you two were all that was left in this moment. 

You pulled away your eyes meeting his. You were both still so close, not having even moved yet. You could feel him take a breath. 

“Dude…” he muttered. 

You couldn’t help but let out a small shy chuckle, “Seriously? I just kissed you and you call me dude.” 

“No! No no, I mean yeah, but it was a force of habit! Okay?” 

“So…” 

“So…” He was still looking at you, in fact, I don’t think either of your eyes had broken away. His hand left your waist and pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. He sighed, “Look Erin, I like you, like a lot! It took me a while and a lot of nagging from Chan and Bin to make me realize it. But the moment I did it scared the crap out of me! My whole life you’ve been there, you supported me, you held my hand, mentally and physically. These feelings were different from what I used to feel before. I’ve always loved you but now I’m realizing that I’m in love with you. I didn’t know if you felt the same, and you were with Jay…I didn’t want to mess up what we had! I didn’t want to hurt you or-or make you hate me. But Chan asked me if you were worth the risk. You risked your friendship with me when I left to follow my dreams. And hearing you say that you risked your relationship with Jay, just for our friendship. It made me realize Erin that you are worth the risk.”

You smiled, “Just to be clear? This is like more than friends right?” 

Han looked at you and laughed, “Yes more than friends.” 

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to say that! I am in love with you too! So so so in love with you!” 

“Yeah?” Han whispered. 

“Yeah…” 

He leaned in again, both of you smiling into the kiss. When you heard the sound of keys in the door knob as you both quickly pulled away from each other. Chan, Hyunjin, and Changbin walked in. 

“Oh hey, Erin! How’d the date go?” Chan asked. 

Your eyes widened, as you scratched your neck uncomfortably, “Well…Jay and I broke up.” You smiled and looked over at Han. His cheeks had a faint blush to them as he smiled at you. 

Chan smiled knowingly at the two of you. 

Changbin glanced between you and Han before letting out a gasp. “Well, it’s about fucking time!” He yelled.

Hyunjin jumped at Changbins change in volume. “Time for what?” Hyunjin asked. 

As Chan smacked Changbin on the head, beginning to drag him and Hyunjin to his room.

“Come on! Congrats you two.” He said before heading down the hall. 

“Congrats on what!” Hyunjin yelled.

#stray kids #han jisung #bang chan #hyunjin #changbin #skz fanfic #friends to lovers #han x reader #skz fluff #skz hurt/comfort #stray kids imagines #skz x reader #stray kids au #skz au #stray kids fanfic #skz scenarios #stray kids angst #stray kids x oc #kpop fanfic #stray kids fluff #skz angst #skz x you #skz oneshots #han scenarios #kpop

[6lostgirl6]

Hi! I just wanted to say I really enjoy your fics. May I request a gn reader and Bill S. Preston Esquire fluff fic please? Just reader having a bad day and Bill just being the awesome, sweet guy he is. Thank you in advance.

Thank you so much! I enjoyed writing this!

There For You

Bill S Preston Esquire x Reader

TW: cursing

Everything seemed to be falling apart ever since you woke up and got ready for school. It felt like the world was out to get you or karma that has been building up for years and was finally unleashed upon you this particular day when you had a writing assignment due for one of your more tedious classes on your schedule. 

Firstly, you couldn’t find your backpack, your car wouldn’t start and your parents couldn’t be bothered with taking you to school. They insisted that they couldn’t afford to be late to their business meeting and walked out the door without another word towards you. After reaching the closest bus stop, you completely missed it when you saw the bus turn the corner and disappear down the street without you on it. When checking your watch, the next bus wouldn’t be able to arrive until the middle of your first period class. Therefore, you had to walk thirty minutes on foot towards school. 

Sweating and completely exhausted from walking such a long way, your mood was completely ruined and you couldn’t afford any more mishaps. You were even more upset that you arrived at school when the second bell for first period rang, leaving you unable to visit Bill until your fourth period class. 

What a shitshow. 

_________

Bill may be a little dumb, but he’s certainly not stupid. He could tell that something has been bothering you since you walked into your first shared class together. When Bill wasn’t able to find you at your locker before the first period bell rang, he was worried that something happened to you. When you couldn’t come to school, you always called him to let him know you were okay. So seeing you walk into fourth period and barely give him a smile, his worry for you only grew. 

He tried getting your attention throughout class, however you only shrugged him off with a small smile and ‘later Bill, okay?’ He could only sit there and pout a little while looking out the window. Could he have done something wrong? Everything seemed fine last night when you both talked on the phone throughout the night so he couldn't pinpoint what on earth happened between them and now. 

After the bell rang, you got out of your seat and started walking out of class without another word. Everyday, you both would walk out of class together with your fingers laced. Bill quickly followed after you, a furrow on his brow as he caught up with you.

“Hey, babe wait up!” 

You paused, not bothering to turn towards him which only made him frown more. He quickly grabbed your shoulder and tried to turn you towards him which you refused to do which intensified his worry.

“What’s the matter?” He asked, grabbing your other shoulder and placing himself in front of you. Suddenly, he could feel the slight shakiness from your shoulders vibrating underneath his fingertips. “What’s wrong?”

“S-Sorry hun, I just-” You couldn’t even look at him as you tried wiping away tears that continued streaming down your face, “I didn’t want you seeing me cry.”

Bill could feel his heart breaking hearing the small sniffles escape you and quickly pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. He began rubbing your shoulders and down your back in an effort to calm you down. 

Silently, Bill glanced around the hallway, noticing that you were both randomly hugging in the middle of it and noticed some of the students watching. Slowly, in order not to startle you, he pulled away slightly in order to look at you. He cupped your cheek, wiping away your tears and giving a small smile.

“Come on, babe.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close and walking with you down the hallway. He pulled you towards an empty classroom and shut the door behind the both of you. 

You gave him a small smile in gratitude and sniffled, wiping the rest of your tears away and calming down after being in a private space with your boyfriend. “Thank you.” You said, wrapping your arms around him and gripping him tightly. 

“Course babe,” Bill smiled and hugged you in return. “Ted and I used to come here to ditch Mr. Ryan’s class.” He gave you a small squeeze and pulled away slightly, gripping your hand in his. 

“You scared me…what happened? Why are you sad?” He asked, walking backwards to lean against the closed door and giving you his full attention. He cared about you so much and whatever problems you had were his problems too. 

You sighed and shook your head, “I had such a horrible day…everything was going wrong and I guess I finally cracked.” You squeezed his hand which he instantly returned. “I didn’t want to burden you.”

Bill’s brows furrowed in confusion, “But…aren’t you supposed to tell me about them? That’s what boyfriends do?”

You laughed a little, “Where’d you get that impression?” You joked, watching him as he shuffled in his place. 

“I read a magazine that told me that's what boyfriends are supposed to do to have a good relationship…” Bill could feel his cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “Like…I love you babe, so you can always come to me when something’s bothering you.”

You could feel your heart melt from his genuine expression as he watched your reaction. To think that he read through magazines with relationship advice was very endearing and incredibly sweet. 

You cupped his face and gave him a kiss, which Bill happily returned. He pulled you against him while wrapping his arms around your waist, lacing his fingers together and squeezing you tight. 

You pulled away, hands still holding him while he looked at you in adoration. 

“I love you too baby, thank you so much.” You said, giving him another kiss before pulling away to speak again, “I promise I'll come to you for anything.”

He smiled, happy that you were feeling better and finally giving him your gorgeous smile.

“Good, cause I’m always here. Forever and ever babe.”

#bill s preston esquire x reader #bill s preston esquire #alex winter #comfort fic #bill x reader #bill s preston esquire fic #bill s preston esquire fanfiction #bill and ted #bill and ted bogus journey #bill and ted face the music #bill and ted's excellent adventure

[let-your-chaos-explode]

I Got You, Babe

A new Dovesso work in progress! This one will have a significant number of chapters and more words per chapter. This one will be a slow burn.

Summary:

Lady Leonora Lesso is jaded with the routine and monotony of life as the Dean of Evil. Year after year, day after day, and nothing seems to change...even after the collapse of the school following Sophie and Agatha's appearance. What she doesn't know, is that wishes are truly some of the most powerful magic indeed. When she unknowingly makes a heartfelt wish, the consequences begin to feel more like a curse. If dreams are a wish the heart makes, Lesso's must be full of nightmares. She comes to find herself trapped re-living the same day over and over again with no way out.

Or: My take on the Groundhog Day / Time-Loop concept.

Lady Leonora Lesso woke early to the sound of birds chirping through the open window of her tower. The bright sunlight belied the coolness of the late-winter morning. 

Lesso groaned and blindly threw an object from her bedside table toward the window, shouting “Shut UP!”

The birdsong ceased, but the silence was broken a moment later by a series of sharp raps against the wooden door of her chambers. Knock-knock, knock-knock, knock. 

“Rise and shine Lady Lesso! It’s a beautiful morning and you are LATE for the students’ return!” Professor Dovey called from behind the door. “You have ten minutes before our school address!”

The sound of her heels clicked entirely too happily down the stone corridor. 

Lesso reluctantly rolled out of the warm cocoon of her bed and trudged into the ensuite. With a twirl of her wrist, her finger began to glow and smoky make-up was instantly applied and her riotous curls were brushed out, settling into the familiar, voluminous style. She brushed her teeth and took her time sliding into her sharp pantsuit. 

“It’s showtime.” She sighed, shaking her head against the monotony of the routine. 

Her silver tipped cane clacked loudly against the floor as she strolled along the bridge from the tower. Truly, she should wake earlier to accommodate for the extended travel times in the morning from the (former) School Master’s tower. Ever since the demise of Rafal and the joining of the two schools, her and Dovey had established a truce of sorts and taken up joint residence in the middle tower between castles. The accommodations were, if she was honest, significantly more comfortable than her previous rooms. The extra walking was a nightmare on her leg though, not that she would ever let Dovey know of the inconvenience. And really, who would be surprised if the former Dean of Evil ran late on occasion? Timeliness, after all, was a traditionally Ever trait. 

Lady Lesso dramatically slammed open the doors to the assembly hall housed in the School for Good, internally relishing in the startled jumps of students and staff alike. She sauntered easily down the aisle to the main podium, glaring at any who dared to make eye contact until she came to stand next to the Dean of Good. 

“How good of you to join me.” Professor Dovey hissed sarcastically between clenched teeth, smiling out to the throng of students attempting to find seating in the hall. 

“Better late than Ever.” Lesso smirked, shrugging her shoulders jauntily. 

A dumbfounded expression graced the other woman’s face. “That’s not at all how the saying goes.”

“Attention!” She shouted above the roar of the students, cutting her off. 

The authoritative shout merely turned a few heads. 

“ATTENTION!” She screamed once more, cracking her cane harshly against the wooden podium. 

Immediately, the chatter died down. 

“Thank you Lady Lesso.” Dovey smiled brightly. “Welcome back, students! I hope everyone enjoyed their time away from school and got to enjoy some rest and relaxation. Today will be a day of reorientation. We will resume our regularly scheduled classes after breakfast. Please refer to the schedules handed out to you before break.”

“If you lack personal responsibility, copies have also been posted in the main halls of each castle and in your personal dormitories. No excuses! Anyone who fails to be on time will spend evenings with me in the Doom Room!” Lesso added waspishly. 

Dovey sent a quick glare in reprimand before resuming her exaggerated smile. “You are dismissed! Have a wonderful first day back!”

“Get out!” 

The students scrambled and the red-headed woman shot the fairy godmother a devilish wink. 

“Don’t be late to the staff meeting after breakfast!” Dovey reminded her, rolling her eyes. 

A childish raspberry fell from Lesso’s lips as she turned on her heel, marching purposefully out of the auditorium to the dining hall. 

She doesn’t usually eat with the children and staff, much preferring the rare moments of solitude in her chambers before being required to supervise unmatched idiocy. And then there’s the pubescent gremlins to tend to. She rounded the corner a little tightly and knocked into another being in a flurry of purple and pink, sending both parties sprawling to the ground. 

“God damn it, watch where you’re going!” Lesso growled venomously as she brought herself to her feet. 

She glared pointedly at the other woman before dusting off her slacks and gesturing impatiently to her cane still on the floor. Emma Anemone rolled her eyes and thrust the walking stick into Lesso’s waiting palm. 

With much more grace, the historian picked herself off the floor and adjusted the many layers of her ghastly dress. Anemone arched a delicate, perfectly plucked brow expectantly.  

“Well, I’d apologize but it wouldn’t be genuine.” The Dean scoffed as she straightened her tie. 

Anemone simply studied Lesso’s face with a curious tilt to her head. Her keen eyes raked over her figure and Leonora began to feel acutely uncomfortable. Bravely, Emma reached out a hand and brushed some dust from the shoulder of Lesso’s jacket. 

“You know, some day, you might realize that every effort you have put into making everyone else around you feel low is because that’s what you feel. And maybe you’ll realize that not once has it done anything to lift you any higher. You are in the same place now that you were when you started. Maybe, one day, you’ll understand that some of us have been trying to simply accompany you along the way. I hope you realize that before you end up completely alone and just as irrelevant as you always feared you would be.”

Leonora could only gape at the audacity. 

“Have a good day, Lady Lesso.” 

Anemone gave a slight, mocking bow and rounded the corner. Lesso’s green eyes narrowed in the empty hallway she left behind. 

“Fucking beauty teacher…”

The Dean spun on her heel and abandoned her plans for breakfast in the main hall. She needed some well-deserved solitude before the mandatory staff meeting. 

“Thank you everybody for joining me for our quarterly staff meeting! And on time!” Professor Dovey called out from her standing position at her chair to the left of the table head. 

Eyes from both schools of discipline slid to the dour woman reclining casually in her own chair to the right, waiting to see how she would respond to the subtle dig. An off beat and a cough echoed loudly throughout the room. Lady Lesso seemed oblivious to the chastisement and continued to inspect the silver coating of her nails. 

“Anyway,” Dovey trailed, bringing the attention back. “We don’t have much to discuss since our previous meeting. Lady Lesso and I just wanted to follow up with everybody regarding the unification of classes and to problem-solve any hiccups.” 

A flurry of hands began to raise down the table and the quiet chatter reached a deafening roar as each teacher voiced their concerns. 

“SILENCE!” 

Lesso’s voice boomed throughout the chamber, shaking the windows in their panes. Her finger glowed blindingly violet against the pale column of her throat. 

“One at a time!” She sneered. “God, you all are worse than the children.”

Dovey bit her lip and coughed politely into her hand to cover the smile threatening to break loose. 

"Yuba, why don’t you go first?” She finally called, composing herself. 

Lesso sighed and resumed her disinterested expression. The droning of the gnome flitted through her ears without even a pretense at attention. Instead, she used the opportunity to study her co-dean. 

Dovey’s bronzed skin shimmered with an almost ethereal glow against the rose-gold satin of her gown. The dress itself was more subdued than what she traditionally wore. Solid, satin panels fell in waterfalls from her waist over what she imagined to be layers upon layers of petticoats. The panels were embroidered with gold, sequin appliques at the hem that trailed upward like fingers reaching for something unattainable. The sequins covered the entire bodice. The corset was laced tight and complimented her curvaceous figure nicely, pairing with an eye-catching sweetheart neckline. The sequin pattern continued on and curled like vines around her upper arms. Dovey’s golden curls were adorned with miniature red roses and a simple, leaf-like tiara. As always, she seemed flawless. But Leonora could see the tightness at the corners of her eyes and the way her smile strained. She seemed tired. 

“Don’t you agree, Lady Lesso?” 

And suddenly her sparkling eyes were trained on her. Heat radiated from her cheeks and she fought valiantly to keep the embarrassment from her face. Evil did not feel embarrassment. 

“What now?” She asked rather dumbly.

She could kick herself. 

“Yuba thinks that the joint classes are going well in the forest, so long as their grade is determined by joint success in randomly assigned pairs.” Dovey began to clarify with a knowing smirk. “Emma thinks beautification and uglification should simply be discontinued and replaced with a class on etiquette and personal hygiene. A mandatory section would be on sex education, and she wondered if you wouldn’t be the best person to cover the course.”

“Hell no.” Lesso sputtered. “I mean, no. No, thank you. I have other, more important responsibilities to attend to.”

She pinned Anemone with her most violent glare, promising the woman a most agonizing death. 

“That’s what I thought. Let’s just put that one on the back burner, shall we? Maybe we can revise for next year’s students. Professor Espada?”

“Teaching swordplay to both the Evers and the Nevers at the same time just isn’t working. They continuously break out into fights. The courses need to remain separate.” He complained. 

“You’re doing it wrong. Next!” Lesso deadpanned. 

“Lady Lesso, if we are going to problem-solve, we need to come up with a viable solution. Instead of brushing off Professor Espada’s concerns, how about you offer a way to help?” Dovey sighed. 

Deep, chocolate eyes cut over to Lesso’s and firmly held her gaze. 

“Fine!” Leonora finally caved. “I will, reluctantly, co-teach this semester with Espada. My sparring could do with some brushing up. And the students, no doubt, require a competent teacher.”

Lesso blatantly ignored the indignant outcry from the other instructor. 

“If there’s nothing else, I have lesson plans to finalize.” 

The first round of classes were agonizing. Lady Lesso taught a mixed years practical on potions and poisons for the younger Nevers. Needless to say, she was considering a complete revision of her lesson plans. Following class was lunch in the dining hall. Blessedly, the meal was uneventful. Instead of a double free period, she was now saddled with co-teaching swordsmanship before dinner and a peaceful evening. 

She decided to observe the class from a distance. It took less than two minutes before the first fight broke out. Professor Espada, likely thinking she had shirked her duties on the first day, did not act to stop the all out brawl between the students. 

“ENOUGH!” She shouted as she emerged from her lookout. 

Evers, Nevers, and Espada himself startled at the thundering reprimand that came from the Evil Dean. 

“This petty fighting is unacceptable. Save it for after graduation.” Lesso snapped. 

She scrutinized the students carefully before breaking them off into more optimal pairs. 

“Jacob, go with Malachi.” She said, pushing the Never boy toward the Ever. “Cane, you can go with Jason. Talon, you’re with Jabari. Storian, why are there so many J names? Did your parents lose a bet?”

She pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to quell her irritation at being put into this position. 

“Joshua go with…what’s your name?”

Lesso asked the last boy, pointing her cane to his chest. 

“Angus, ma’am.”

“Angus? Really? How unfortunate.” 

In the new pairs, they performed only marginally better. Lady Lesso watched the rest of the lesson from the sidelines and drank in the abysmal lesson. Espada was doing her Never students no favors. And she noticed, with a curled lip of disgust, that there were no women among them. Oh, changes to the course would need to be dramatic. 

She turned on her heel without a second glance and began the trek back to the School Master’s tower, where their new, shared office space was located. She had a free period. Might as well use it to draft up the changes to the course. 

She climbed the invisible stairs to the tower door and let herself inside. In the antechamber, the Storian remained scribbling away in a new book. As usual, she paid it no mind and pushed open the door to the office. 

At her end of the room, a polished mahogany desk was positioned with a wingback chair facing the door. At the opposite end, Dovey’s faced the window. Contrary to what others may think, her desk remained organized and free of clutter. The fairy godmother’s, on the other hand, was a disaster zone. Lady Lesso rolled her eyes at the sight of the mess and settled down into her chair to get to work. 

Before long, night had already fallen and her ink-stained hand cramped from the amount of scribbling she had completed, detailing the changes for Espada’s class. And that of her own Potions and Poisons curriculum. She looked at the obnoxiously-ornate grandfather clock Dovey kept on her side of the room and cringed, realizing she had already missed dinner. Lesso sighed with exhaustion and tossed the quill down onto the desk. She needed to clear her head. 

Lesso forced herself out into the cool air and walked aimlessly into the night. Her legs carried her around the lake and to a quiet clearing. She sat down at the edge of the water and looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky. It was a beautiful night. In the silent stillness, Anemone’s words from the morning niggled at the back of her mind. 

“Maybe, one day, you’ll understand that some of us have been trying to simply accompany you along the way. I hope you realize that before you end up completely alone and just as irrelevant as you always feared you would be.”

Lesso blew a soft raspberry at the words and scoffed. 

But the words had touched an aching nerve she had forcefully buried long ago. It was in the dreams of a lonely girl at night, making desperate wishes on all the stars in the sky to get away from the pitiful life she was living. 

‘I don’t want to be alone.’ Her heart echoed, much as it had then. 

Lady Lesso was startled from her musings by a rustling behind her. Dovey stumbled into the clearing and looked at her with clear surprise. 

“Oh! Lady Lesso…I didn’t expect to find…anyone, really.” She stuttered nervously. “Did you see the falling star?”

Lesso’s brows rose to her hairline and she turned back to the night sky.

“No, I must have missed it.” She said quietly, almost to herself. “What are you doing here?”

She turned her attention back to the fairy godmother. The tips of her ears had burned red and her dark eyes shifted in discomfort. 

Was she embarrassed? 

The Dean of Good smoothed out imaginary wrinkles on her dress and lifted her chin, pinning Lesso with a stare that challenged her to throw an insult. 

“Sometimes, I like to come out here and consult the wish fish.” 

Lesso stared at her with thinly veiled disdain. Silence stretched between them and Dovey fidgeted uncomfortably. 

“Consult?” Lesso finally asked. “What the hell does that even mean ?” 

Dovey looked like she would rather be anywhere but there in that moment. A pinched frown formed on her lips and she shrugged. 

“They show you your deepest desires.” 

Lesso eyed the softly rippling water and gave a doubtful snort. She hauled herself to her feet, muttering curses under her breath. With one last look at her colleague, she turned her back and started the journey back to her quarters. 

“Goodnight, Lady Lesso.” Dovey called out to her retreating form. 

Lesso paused and tilted her head in acknowledgement before continuing on. 

Chapter 2

#Dovesso #Lady Lesso #Leonora Lesso #Lady Leonora Lesso #Clarissa Dovey #lesso x dovey #dovey x lesso #clarissa dovey x leonora lesso #Groundhog day trope #I Got You Babe Chapter 1 #school for good and evil #SGE #Fanfiction #fanfic #slow burn #slow build #AO3 link

[midnightmah07]

5 Attempts at a Kiss, 1 Triumph (got longer than expected-)

After the encounter, Rook found his mind unable to fully awaken. It kept returning swiftly to the young woman with purple eyes and flowing ginger hair. He even contemplated the idea of making a journey to Pomefiore, hoping to encounter her there.

It felt as innocent and sweet as a puppy's crush. Yet, amidst the sweetness, a hint of bitterness lingered; she seemed like someone difficult to reach. He observed how, whenever his gaze found her silhouette perched at the Pomefiore table, she seemed to sit apart from the crowd, quietly avoiding too much attention, as the rest didn't seemed to bother in not giving her so.

Lost in quiet thoughts, Rook couldn't help but question the significance of everything he had seen in her eyes during their first encounter. A part of him yearned to defy her view about herself, yet he remained uncertain about how his perspective, a stranger 's point of view, Rook wondered how could he find a way to help her see the beauty that resided within her...

"Anne, have you ever kissed?" That caught his attention quite quickly.

"No," Anneliese responded without looking up from her paper, diligently jotting down all the class notes. "As if, someone would ever want to kiss someone like me."

Rook thought about it for awhile, maybe a kiss from someone with a keen vision would make her be more self confident? He considered. He really did. Yet, he scarcely knew Anneliese, making the idea seem doomed from the start... Perhaps that's why he felt compelled to pursue it.

1 · The book in the middle

Luck was on his side as Anneliese was there. Rook observed her as she delicately pulled a book from the shelf, her fingers tracing the blue title of a golden covered. The library was nearly deserted, another stroke of good fortune for him.

"Well, do my eyes deceive me?" Rook quietly approached from behind, causing Anneliese to startle with a gasp. "Mademoiselle beau, herself."

She tilts her head confusedly, "Mademoiselle... Beau? Are you talking to me?"

"Of course, are there other beautiful dames like such?"

"Yes-"

"We aren't doing this."

Anneliese shrugged, her focus returning to the book in her hands. Sensing an opportunity, Rook knew he needed to initiate a conversation now.

"What book is it?" He looks over her shoulders.

"Oh, it's about Midnight Heiress and Vixen Sister… I've always loved their story, I wanted to take the book to re-read..." Anneliese remarked, her voice filled with admiration. "The Heiress was so kind to her sister, so forgiving. She taught her so much."

"At the end of the book, the Vixen Sister got a new tittle, didn't she?" Rook inquired.

"Indeed, she got to be called Duchess of Beauty... But, not everyone knows that, they tend to always hear the surface of her story." A small hum left Anneliese's mouth, and when the silence filled the room she snorted, covering her mouth soon in embarrassment of the sound of her laugh. "My apologies, I just founded quite surprisingly for you to know about her."

"I've told you already, je sui a beauty lover!" The guy with an old cowboy said as he puts a hand on his chest proudly.

"Just quite blind when you said you though I was pretty."

"If I've said you are only pretty, tu as raison, I am blind." Ouch, thanks. "For you are beau, mademoiselle."

He gently brings her hands to his lips, planting soft kisses on her knuckles. She remains silent, her face blushing the color of her hair. Rook can't help but chuckle at her reaction. Rook found himself unable to resist, leaning closer to her face. But just as he did, another face intruded on his thoughts, blocking his view of her lips.

"Just what on earth are you thinking?!" Anneliese gasped and pushed him away, her face flushed with embarrassment.

"Your lips were inviting, mademoiselle, apologies."

2 · A cut in her lips

The awkwardness of the situation overwhelmed to Anneliese, causing her to wonder: Would he have actually kissed her if she hadn't intervened?

He was definitely not thinking straight.

Anneliese thought to herself, shaking her head at the boy's behavior. Rook and she were complete strangers; of course, they had spoken a few times after their initial encounter. But, for him want to kiss her?!

The quiet confines of the nurse's office allowed her thoughts to drift back to the library incident. Yet, the silence was shattered by the loud creak of a door opening.

"Mademoiselle!"

Rook burst into the room, his face filled with concern as he lifted her chin to examine the bruise. It wasn't severe, but it marred her features enough to make her feel self-conscious. The small cut on her lips was the result of an accident during P.E., a clumsy fall onto the grass that left her feeling utterly embarrassed in front of everyone. Anneliese noticed the pitying glances directed her way, but in that moment, she felt like she belonged on the ground, among the dirt and the grass. And then, to add to her humiliation, a small rock had grazed the corner of her lips, causing them to bleed. Covered in dirt, she wanted nothing more than to run away and cry, especially now that Rook was witnessing her in such a state.

"Rook, don't make a scene, please."

"Are you okay, Mademoiselle? Are you hurt?" He takes her face carefully.

What?

Despite her attempts to hide it, Anneliese's misery was palpable, more pronounced than usual. She wondered if was just ignoring or mocking her.

"You know what les autres say?" Anneliese tilts her head. "A kiss can make it feel better."

Unamused, she pushed his face away.

"Seriously?"

"Worth a shot."

Anneliese sighed.

What a weird one.

Though she would never admit it aloud, his concern felt genuine, and it brought her a sense of comfort.

After all, he seemed more concerned about her lip cut than whether she was covered in dirt… Wait, did he actually almost kiss her even though she was covered in dirt?

3 · Midnight Serenade

You know what they say? Third times is a charm!

This time, Rook was determined to steal a kiss from the not-so-damsel. And what a better way of doing it than with a performance?

As Anneliese prepared for bed, she applied her skincare mask and secured her hair with a heatless curler headband. Adjusting her robe, she gazed gently into the mirror… and felt helpless. No matter how diligently she cared for her appearance, she still felt ugly. Today had been the worst… The shame, the overwhelming urge to flee—it all left her feeling lost. And in that moment, she truly was lost.

A phone call called her attention, her mom. The time around her freeze as she picked up the phone.

"Good evening, mother..."

"How could you possibly do such a thing?!" Her mother screamed, filled with disappointment.

"What- What are you talking about?" Anneliese flinched, instinctively pulling the phone away from her ear.

"You were absolutely filthy!" How could she have known? "Your sister filled me in on everything! Aren't you ashamed?! The disappointment you've brought upon us. What will people think of our family?"

She felt the tears forming up on her eyes.

"It was an accident, Mom, I'm so sorry…"

Anneliese's voice trembled as she spoke, her hands tightening into fists, nails digging into her palms. She felt a surge of pain in her chest, as if her heart were being squeezed in a vice. The weight of her mother's words hung heavy in the air, crushing her spirit.

"Accident or not! You are a disgrace to this family's image." Anneliese's mother's voice cut through the air like a blade, each word stabbing into Anneliese's heart. She heard her daughter's soft cry escape her lips, a silent plea for understanding. "You always let your emotions get in the way. That's the problem with Anneliese, you never think. You're just as bad as your older stepsister, who left us in misery!" Her mother sighed heavily, the weight of disappointment evident in her tone. "Is that what you want? For us to be seen as filthy animals? Just like everyone saw you today?"

"No…"

"Louder!"

"No, mother…" Anneliese's voice quivered.

"Don't call me that until you proof me so."

Then, her mother hangs up.

Anneliese couldn't hold anything back, tears streaming down her face as she choked on her words. She muttered countless apologies to her mother, though she knew she wasn't even listening… Not that she ever did.

Rook watched it all unfold from the shelter of the tree, his heart sinking at the sight of Anneliese's pain. With the poem clutched tightly in his hand, he followed her gaze to her dormitory, feeling a surge of determination...

But, maybe not today.

4 · Careless

Rook found it increasingly challenging to break through Anneliese's defenses, especially after overhearing her distressing phone conversation with her mother. The Savannaclaw student struggled with how to approach her in such a vulnerable state.

"Mademoiselle?" Rook gently took a seat at the empty side of Pomefiore's table. She lifted her head to acknowledge him. "You haven't eaten."

"I am not hungry, Hunt," she muttered, sighing deeply.

"You look tired-"

"-I do?!"

Anneliese interrupted, panic flooding her features as she reached for a small bag at her side, frantically searching for something to hide her exhaustion. She pulled out a small mirror, scrutinizing her reflection. He than in a smooth movement takes the mirror away from her.

"Non," Anneliese attempted to interject, but fell silent at his words. "Not in this way, your mannerisms betray your fatigue, Anne."

She absentmindedly played with her hair, uninterested in hearing Rook's lecture, even though she knew he was right. Reluctantly, she accepted the mirror back from him. He pulled out a small package containing a snack and offered it to her.

"Let's take a walk, shall we?" Rook stood up, extending his hand to her.

Embarrassed, she took his hand and followed him, clutching her makeup bag and the sandwich he had brought her. Rook graciously took the makeup bag from her, carrying it as they walked together.

Anneliese was quiet, Rook was quiet. She enjoyed it though, it was a comforting silence. Her attention was brought up to his arms, which were all scratched up.

Her eyes widened. "How—how did it happen?" She points to the bruises, looking to his eyes which the expression was hard to read. "I am sorry, I hope I wasn't offensive..." She buried her face in the sandwich, avoiding his gaze awkwardly.

"I fell from the tree."

"What?"

"Yesterday, I wanted to give you a poem. But, I saw you were already on deep slumber, so, I gave up and instead of going down normally, I fell." He answers.

Feeling a surge of anger, she abruptly stopped walking and slapped the back of his neck.

"Well, it's your fault! You are always so careless..." Anneliese frowned, but immediately regretted her words. Feeling ashamed she clears her throat. "Just be careful, please."

"I am in fact impressed," Rook hums. "You are concerned, not because I know where your room is, but because, I got myself hurt."

"I saw you putting that letter on my window that other day, don't do it again." Anneliese pouts.

Rook sighed in defeat. Leaning closer to her ear, he whispered softly, "Alright, ma chérie." Then, he backed away slightly, giving her space. But his gaze were on her lips, never leaving.

"Don't." Anneliese says.

"Just a silly thought, hm?"

5 · Runaway

This month saw Rook's attempts at kissing Anneliese continue, each one seemingly getting closer but never quite there. Yet, one attempt in particular stood out—it was both so far and yet so close to success.

"Anneliese?" A freshman from her class approached her.

"Hm? Yes?"

"Are you, and that Savannaclaw guy... Like, a thing?"

"What?! No! Absolutely not!" Anneliese soon answers trying to shove off the thought.

Despite their brief acquaintance, Anneliese and Rook found themselves drawn to each other. However, Anneliese couldn't shake the thought of how much her mother would disapprove, especially if she saw Rook in his current state, covered in dirt or something similar.

The idea seemed absurd—how could a Trahine possibly entertain the notion of dating someone so random, not handpicked by her mother?

Of course, she didn't dwell on it the whole day… Just half of it, her thoughts consumed by the idea as she made her way back to her dorm. The path seemed unusually quiet, almost unnervingly so… as if something were about to snatch her up and—

She gasped loudly as she felt two arms wrap around her body.

"Rook!" She huffs angrily.

"Mademoiselle, I can't take it." He whines dramatically. "One petit kiss, please?"

"If you let me go, I kiss you!" Anneliese struggled to free herself, but the size of his arms was definitely stronger than her.

"This is an old trick, mademoiselle."

"I am serious."

Rook decides to give her the benefit of the doubt, "Are you?"

"I don't break promises." She does. Damnit, she swore silently to herself, knowing that vocalizing it would be far too embarrassing.

And so he set her down, but her heart wasn't just racing—it felt like it was on the brink of a full-blown heart attack. Her panic reached a crescendo as he closed his eyes and leaned closer to her. Anneliese's mind raced with a mixture of fear and anticipation, her breath catching in her throat. And just as she was about to kiss him...

Muaw!

On his cheek.

She kissed his cheek.

"You didn't said where!"

Shocked, Rook released her hands, watching as Anneliese quickly runaway from him. He stood there, staring into blank space, his mind struggling to process what had just happened.

"I should've specified..." He chuckled silently. "Touché, mademoiselle. Touché."

6 · Giving up soon?

Despite the passing months, that girl continued to drive Rook to the brink of insanity. He found himself inexplicably drawn to her, even though he couldn't quite understand why. It was a frustrating situation, but oddly enough, he found himself enjoying the challenge. While he appeared defeated in his attempts to kiss her, was he truly defeated?

Anneliese sat in a quiet corner of the library, immersed in the pages of her favorite book. She read silently, lost in the world of the story, only occasionally glancing up from the pages. Suddenly, she jumped in her chair, placing a hand over her heart, as she noticed Rook Hunt standing on her front.

"I am so sorry, I didn't meant to frighten you, ma cherie."

"Oh it wasn't that, is just that... You keep showing up so out of nowhere?" She sighs closing her book.

"Doesn't this place bring vous memories?"

"Yes, this is where your attempts to kiss me began," she remarked, giving him an unamused look. "In fact, I'm surprised you ever gave up."

Anneliese's words caught Rook off guard. He chuckled softly, a sheepish grin spreading across his face.

"Moi? Give up?" He replied, his tone playful and a chuckle leaving his lips. "A hunter just waits the best time... It could be now, vous savez?" Anneliese glanced around, her curiosity piqued, as Rook let out a dramatic sigh. "But, you will play a trick upon me and reject moi, and my poor soul-"

As Rook began to speak, his words were abruptly cut off by the feeling of Anneliese's soft lips pressing against his. Time seemed to stand still in that moment as the world around them faded away, leaving only the warmth of their embrace. The kiss was gentle yet filled with a quiet intensity, like a whispered promise in the stillness of the library. Anneliese's lips met Rook's with a tenderness that spoke of longing and uncertainty, yet also of undeniable passion. After she ends the kiss, Rook doesn't deny it—he yearns for more. But he knows, he will have to pull up a fight for it again.

"Happy?"

"Oui."

THIS IS SO SKDJKDJDJDKDJSODJSKHSOSJXKD)$(("(39$+$!$+8$7$8#+$($ AHHHHHHHHHHH????? ANNELIESE MY LOVE!!!!! MY QUEEN!!!!!! MY MUSE!!!!!

Oh my goodness I HATEEEEEE that I find Savanaclaw Rook attractive like regular Rook is very meh to me but SAVANACLAW ROOK??? BRO I WAS FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE READING THIS IM SOBBINGLDKDOWJSJDSIHSJHXISHJSJS

THEY'RE SO CUTE. I LOVE THEM. THE ANGST WITH HER MOTHER IN THE MIDDLE *CHEF'S KISS*. ROOK IS SOOOO CONSIDERATE OF HER FEELINGS AND HE LOVES HER SOOOOO MUCH IM HAVING A MENTAL BREAKDOWN

HER KISSING HIM AT THE END?? WHAT THE HECK SMH I CAN'T DO THIS

#💙! mah's answers #💙! barbs<3 #💙! Barbs's writting!

[church-of-lilith]

Melissa & Jacob, “will you take a breath, kid?”

read it on ao3!

(CW: mention of a car accident and hospitalization, nothing described in detail)

“Will you take a breath, kid?” Melissa’s not particularly good at calming people down, but Jacob really does look like he’s gonna hyperventilate.

He’s only been at Abbott for a few months, she doesn’t know him well enough to know if he has any serious medical conditions or if he’s just prone to panic attacks from time to time. Whatever has him shaken, it can hardly be good.

Jacob stops pacing, attempting to take a deep breath as instructed. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be doing this right now but I just… I don’t know what to do. I—I have to go.”

Melissa grabs him by the shoulders, trying to steady him. “Whatever’s wrong, there’s a way out of it. If you got yelled at by a parent, or embarrassed yourself in front of the kids or something, you can always try again tomorrow.”

“No, no, it’s not that,” He shakes his head, looking down at his phone again, hands shaking, “I just got a call from the hospital. And my… my boyfriend was in a really bad car accident. They don’t know if—they couldn’t give me any information really.”

The reality of the situation finally dawns on her then. The panic makes sense now. She knows that feeling, when your entire world drops out from underneath you and the only thing you can think of is the worst possible outcome.

“Oh Jacob,” she musters up finally, “You need to go there, go be with him.”

“How?” There are tears running down his face, “My class can’t be left unattended, I don’t even know how to begin that conversation with Ava.”

Melissa grabs his keys from his desk, putting them in his hands. “You go to the hospital, I’ll worry about talking to Ava and finding someone to watch your class.”

“Melissa I can’t ask that of you—”

“You’re not asking, I’m telling,” she insists, practically shoving him out the door. “Go, and drive safely, we don’t need you in the hospital too.”

Jacob doesn’t have the words to thank her, not that she can blame him. He simply nods and runs, leaving her standing in the middle of the hallway. Her kids will be back from lunch soon enough, and his from gym. So, she goes and finds Ava, and by the end of the period Mr. Johnson is teaching the sixth graders U.S. History.

They don’t see each other again till Monday. When Melissa files into the teachers lounge and into her usual seat at Barbara’s side, she sees him reading a book at the other end of the room.

She places her coffee mug down, walking over to him. This isn’t the kind of conversation to be had across the room, even if it is just Barbara there with them.

“Hey, Jacob, is everything alright after Friday?”

Jacob looks up, slightly startled at her approaching him willingly. He places his bookmark on the page, shutting it cautiously. “Yeah, thankfully. He had minor surgery that went well, we actually brought him home yesterday to finish recovering.”

Melissa sighs in relief, “I’m glad, I was worried all weekend.”

“I would’ve let you know but I didn’t have your number or any other way to contact you. And I wasn’t sure if you’d want to know, after everything.” He folds the page, playing with the edges of the paper nervously.

Bless this kid, she doesn’t have the heart to tell him he’s practically a walking pride parade. She remembers what it was like to be young and so scandalously in love that it felt like the whole world was watching.

“What do I look like, Ronald Reagan?” She laughs, sliding her phone across the table. “Take my number, just in case there’s ever an emergency again.”

“Thanks,” he gives her a goofy grin, quickly adding her phone number to his contacts.

“That boyfriend of yours like minestrone? I’ll bring you some tomorrow that’ll knock his socks off.” Melissa offers.

“Oh he’d love that, soup is like, his favorite food.”

“Consider it done,” she takes her phone back with a small nod, retreating back to her usual spot at their table. She sits down next to Barbara, finally taking the first sip of her morning coffee.

“Everything alright over there with Mr. Hill?” Barbara asks as the rest of the teachers begin to file in before classes start.

Melissa nods, biting back a small smile, “Yeah, I think he’ll be just fine.”

#my writing #abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti #jacob hill #they’re besties actually

[hummingbird-of-light]

In Our Favor

Part 53

McCoy

McCoy had lost track of his husband. The music was loud and he looked around with a grin. Christine had pulled Scotty along for a dance and McCoy had taken the opportunity to get a fresh drink. As he turned back from the bar he looked across towards the large table the group had taken over.

His head turned quickly as he thought he caught a glimpse of Scotty’s reddish hair, but it was just a pulse of light. McCoy shrugged and began to make his way back to the table.

Spock was the only person sitting when McCoy made it back.

“Jim isn’t making you dance?” McCoy asked loudly as he sat next to Spock.

“He needed the restroom,” Spock told him.

“Ah. Hey, so, uhh, everything’s alright now?” McCoy leaned in so he wouldn’t have to shout the question at the Vulcan. Even in the low light McCoy could see the hint of color climbing Spock’s face.

“Yes,” Spock said shortly.

“Is that something you’re going to have to deal with often?” McCoy asked.

“The normal cycle for a normal Vulcan is seven years,” Spock said quietly. “Being half Vulcan I am not sure how it will be for me.”

“Oh.” McCoy looked out at the people dancing and took a sip from his drink.

“Just Leonard!”

McCoy startled as Jaylah came from somewhere to his right. As McCoy looked at her he didn’t know what to make of the expression on her face.

“Hey Jaylah,” he greeted her carefully.

“You will dance with me now, and show Pavel how to not step on your partner’s toes.”

McCoy raised an eyebrow in amusement at Jaylah’s demanding tone.

“At least you were taught!” Jaylah continued.

“That’s not fair!” Chekov said next to her. “I said sorry!” He looked at McCoy and Spock. “It was only once!”

“Sounds like an accident Jaylah,” McCoy said. “I just got a new drink.” He lifted the glass up. “Ok, ok!” he said quickly as Jaylah began to glare. McCoy shook his head and laughed. “You know you can’t just boss me around.” He got to his feet.

“It’s not because I stepped on her toe,” Chekov grumbled. “She just wants to dance with a prince and show off.”

“Show off?” Spock asked.

“There’s a boy from class here.” Chekov pointed towards the crowd. “She wants to catch his eye and make him jealous.”

“Aww Jaylah,” McCoy grinned. “You should have just said so.” Jaylah’s face colored. “C’mon darlin’, I’ll help ya.”

“That—! It’s not—!”

“Let’s go,” McCoy said and pulled Jaylah along.

In the middle of the dancing crowd McCoy finally spotted Scotty and Christine. He waved when they looked and both grinned back. In another moment he was close to Jaylah.

“So where’s this guy?” he asked by her ear. Her color rose again.

“Pavel lies!” she spat out.

“I don’t know, you are blushing.”

“I’m not! It’s hot in here!”

McCoy just smiled.

“You having fun?”

McCoy had finally gotten back to Scotty’s side and they were holding each other close as they danced.

“Aye!”

“Whenever you want to head out, just say,” McCoy said.

“Did ye want to leave?” Scotty asked.

“Not yet,” McCoy shook his head. “Couple more songs and a last drink?”

“Sounds good. Are ye going to serenade me home again?”

McCoy rolled his eyes as he tried not to blush.

“I kept away from Jim and the shots tonight,” he said. “Maybe it’s your turn.” The prince grinned at his husband.

“No thanks!” Scotty laughed.

Part 54

Scotty

They used the whole Sunday to regain their energy for the upcoming week. Two nights of partying had been really exhausting and Scotty was quite sure that they wouldn't do it again too soon. One night was enough.

He was glad to spend the whole day with Leonard, just reading and relaxing and preparing for more information to hit them the following day.

And that following day came way too fast.

On the next morning, Scotty and Leonard sat in Madison's class once again. While the prince was chatting with Cora next to him, the young Scotsman saw Amber from afar and waved at her. She smiled and waved back.

"She's really pretty, isn't she? But I thought you were married," a voice next to him joked and Scotty only rolled his eyes.

"She's just a friend, Aporal. But if ye find her so pretty, why don't ye go talk to her?" Scotty asked, a grin on his lips.

Aporal chuckled.

"Oh, Scottish boy. I'm not really the type for dating or relationships."

At hearing that, Scotty tilted his head to the side questioningly. He raised one eyebrow.

"Oh? I thought the oh so great Aporal would love to be admired by the lasses."

At that, the Andorian only smirked.

"Can't say that I don't. But that doesn't mean I want anyone at my side."

Before Scotty could say anything else, Madison entered the auditorium and everyone fell silent.

He sighed. Yet another round of boring lessons.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, I hope you all know what you learned so far. Today we are having a pop quiz."

All the cadets exchanged surprised glances when they heard their instructor's words.

It was the last class of the day, special class for engineering students, and no one would have expected a quiz already.

Scotty looked at his friends who sat close by.

Keenser kept a straight face while Jaylah's eyes widened in shock. She always worried far too much about these things.

"Several questions will appear on your PADDs. You have twenty minutes to answer all of them. The cadet with the best and fastest performance will get to visit the newest ship of Starfleet no cadet has been to up until now."

Surprise quickly turned into determination. Everyone wanted to win this prize! Scotty too, of course.

So when the questions started to appear, he quickly started to answer them. One after another.

He knew everything. After all, he had known most of this stuff already before they had been accepted to the fleet.

His fingers moved fast, but in the end it wasn't enough.

"And the fastest cadet with the best results... is Mr. Kinnear. Congratulations!"

Scotty gritted his teeth in disappointment. Why did it have to be that bastard? Why not him or his friends or-

His heart sank as he watched Aporal standing up from his seat. The Andorian's eyes were wide and he stared at the PADD in front of him. Slowly, tears started running down his cheeks and only a moment later, he rushed out of the classroom.

Whispers started to fill the room. Some people looked surprised, others laughed.

And Scotty? He quickly got up, ignoring everyone else. He needed to check on Aporal. As fast as possible!

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #in our favor