#anyway. would get 2 my seat and put my headphones on and listen to the portal2 ost and read blue sky

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

"unicron" being a serious term in transformers lore is bringing me back to my blue sky days. guy with a cigarette looking out the window. i havent heard that name in 84 years

#apple bagel unicron......... #my experiences are not universal. thid is such a niche intersection of things #can anyone hear me. any of my mutual read blue sky. that was a lifechanging piece of media for me . #was on the verge that year. was being very very very heavily bullied on the schoolbus that year #(<< was. physically assaulted multiple times) #nearly broke my fuckin nose cause some asshole would sit in the front seat and trip me every time i got on for like a solid week #hashtag kick a ginger day which lasted a week #anyway. would get 2 my seat and put my headphones on and listen to the portal2 ost and read blue sky #for like. the whole year. bc that fic is basically a full length novel #one thing i would do if i had unlimited money is pay someone 2 bookbind blue sky for me .... i want that so bad #anyway. was on the transformers wiki bc i was trying 2 figure out what. all the media is and where i should stsrt. #bc im serious abt this apparently #and unicron is like..... a Major Thing #and in my head every time i see it i just hear. apple bagel unicron. hdhfhsjdbdnds #anyway. long retrospective post to say i think transformers is silly and neat and #friendship ended with my childhood being raised as a girl not being allowed to enjoy certain things. bumblebee is my new best friend #blahblahblah #reaction time #<< be prepared to block my liveblog tag soon if i actually get into transformers because i have NO other outlet for this shit lmao

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

On thin ice (Hockey player! Miguel O’Hara x Figure skater! Fem! Reader)

A/N: Not me already have written this part the day after I posted the first one 🤭. I wanna add titles to the chapters but idk what I’d have them be, probably lyrics from songs I like lol. Once again, apologies now for If Miguel is ooc and if the terminology and sports talk is wrong. If you’re experienced in either sport and wanted to lmk if I got something wrong. If you want to be added to the taglist lmk too.

(Y/N)- Your name, (L/N)- Last name.

No warnings, Just Miguel and you interacting lol. Idk if this is consider filler but it’s meant to get the ball rolling lol.

Word count: 1.3k

Series Masterlist

Chapter 2: Do you ever get that fear that you can’t shift the tide,

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It’s been about a week since you’ve last ran into Miguel at the arena, surprisingly the figure skating team don’t run into the hockey team as much as you would think despite having to share a communal space on campus. Unfortunately, today was one of those days were you did run into them. You’ve arrived about 45 minutes early to practice, Logan nor coach Kavinsky were here yet. You were hoping to get some alone time on the ice before practice, but it had slipped your mind that today was Thursday, and on Thursdays the hockey team practiced before you rather then after like the rest of the week. As you dropped your gym back on the bench in the girl’s locker room, you were debating to whether you wanted to just wait at the arena till they were done, or walk back to your dorm. The only problem with the latter option is that the dorm buildings were all the way across campus, and by the time you finished the walk you’d have to turn around to walk back anyways.

So you stuck it up, and changed into your practice outfit, your skates in hand as you leave the locker room, deciding to keep your regular shoes on so you could at least get your stretching out of the way before your coach and partner came. You quickly went into one of the empty dance rooms that the arena had to do warm up stretches in, popping in your headphones to listen to your favorite song. After about 15 minutes you still had plenty of time before The Spiders got off the ice, you decided to just walk around the stadium. No destination in mind, just where ever your feet decided to carry you as your music continue to play in your ears. You can’t really say you were surprised to find yourself ending up in the main area with the ice rink, plopping yourself down in one of the front row seats as you let your brain go on autopilot.

You were too busy being lost in the music, you didn’t realize you were staring into space until you say a large tan hand appear in front of your face and began to snap its fingers, pulling you back into the moment.

“hellooo? Earth to ice princess.”

“Huh?” You shot up to sit straighter, blinking a bit as you take out your headphones, turning your head to look at the person who had just snapped you back into reality. “Look I know I’m attractive and all, but you don’t have to stare-“ Miguel begins, a cocky smirk on his face that you just wanted to smack off. One of his large hands going up to take off this helmet, his dark brown hair that was usually slicked back was now messy from the helmet, a thin coat of sweat covering his forehead. You cut him off, “ew, why would I be staring at you?” You question, your face slightly scrunched in distaste at the thought.

“You’ve been looking in my direction at the past 20 minutes.” He smirks as his teammates start to put away all their hockey equipment behind him, not paying attention to you both talk. You gave him a confused look before you realize why he might have been thinking that, “Oooooh-no-no I was just zoning out, I wasn’t staring at you on purpose.” You quickly explain, awkwardly scratching the back of your neck with your gloved hand, attempting to keep eye contact with the hockey player.

For a second, it looked like Miguel’s cocky exterior faltered, before coming back up. “Uh huh…sure.” He tone dripping with sarcasm as he drops his helmet onto a seat, then taking a seat next to you. His action caught you by surprise but you didn’t let it show, you also didn’t want to show the annoyance that filled your body from the taunting comment. “Why are you even here this early? Where is your little boyfriend?” He asked as turns his body towards you, resting the hand closest to you on his knee, his forearm that was further from you going to rest on his other knee. He was manspreading a bit, his eyes raking over your form slowly.

“Jesus why is it so warm in here all of a sudden? Usually I’m freezing my nonexistent balls off…” You thought as you shifted in your seat a bit, feeling the need to distract yourself, you start to change into your skates. “I wanted to get some time on the ice alone before practice but I forgot it was Thursday and- wait. Boyfriend?”

Miguel chuckled at your surprised reaction, turning his head away slightly, the hand that was resting on his knee came up to cover the smile that was creeping up on his face from your reaction. After a second or two he cleared his throat, his hand dropping back down to his knee as he turns to face you again with a neutral expression. “Yeah, your boyfriend, the one you skate with. What’s his name again? Lincoln? Liam?” Miguel knew his name, he just wanted to see if you’d correct him.

“Logan?”

Miguel tried his best not to scowl.

“Yeah, Logan-whatever-where’s he at?” He asked, he’s words come out annoyed and a bit rushed. “Well for one, he’s not my boyfriend, just my figure skating partner.” You start as you tilted your head to the side as you look at him, saying it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Now Miguel is trying his hardest not to let a huge shit eating grin spread across his lips. “And second, he’s probably on his way, he had a class today before practice-some science thing- I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders as you finish speaking.

Speaking of the devil, Logan and Coach Kavinsky appear through the front double door. “Ah! (Y/N), already here. Perfect! Let’s get straight into it.” She said with a smile as she seemingly ignore Miguel’s presence next to you, Logan stops next to you as you both took the guards off your skates, him shooting you a knowing look, his lips twitching up into small smirk as his eyes drift between you and Miguel. “I swear to God…if he brings this up later…” You start to think but a voice cut you off.

“Hey Cap!” One of the hockey players called out for Miguel’s attention, “We just finished packing up, you coming?” He asked as he skate to the edge of the rink, before getting out, a few of the other lingering players that were making sure all the equipment was all packed up doing the same. As soon as the other player was done speak to Miguel, he took off his helmet revealing (messy from the helmet and some sweat) light brown hair and brown eyes, his lower half of his face covered with a 5 o’ clock shadow and you noticed his nose was slightly croaked, probably him having broken it from a past game.

Miguel let out a heavy sigh, before turning towards the other player. “Yeah Parker, I’m going.” He grumbled as he brought his hand up to rub his face before giving you one more quick glance and getting up, leaving with the rest of who was left from his team, without another word. For some reason, that bothered you, causing your brows furrowed as your lips fall into a small frown.

“Rude…” you mumbled as you got up from your seat, Logan heard this and let out a small snort as he steps on to the ice. “Don’t overthink it (L/N), that’s just how he is.” Your partner tried to reassure you, you send him a small smile back and a quick nod of your head.

“Yeah, you’re right. I shouldn’t overthink it.” You repeat his words, as you went to enter the rink as well, but it was a bit too late for that, because you already were overthink it.

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Taglist: @tayleighuh

#miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o hara fanfic #miguel spiderverse #astv #astv spiderman 2099 #astv miguel #hockey au #figure skating au #miguel o’hara au #spiderman 2099 #Spiderman 2099 fanfic #on thin ice fanfic

[vauxxy]

sad, beautiful, tragic

distance, timing, breakdown, fighting

silence, the train runs off its tracks

kiss me, try to fix it

could you just try to listen?

hang up, give up

and for the life of us, we can get back

peter parker x reader!!

(treacherous part 2)

PLOT - in which peter parker tries to talk to his rival after multiple drunk make out sessions the previous night.

WARNINGS - sexual references, no smut, make out scenes, allusions to sexual activity, weed, smoking, kiss and makeup attitude

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“just talk to her, don’t be an arse” gwen smiled, swaying with the movement of the subway. the sun peeked through the windows as the train made its way out of a tunnel and closer to their destination.

“what exactly are you supposed to say to someone you made out with like, 3 times while drunk?? especially if you used to hate their guts”

“i don’t know, ‘sorry i hated you before, i just internalised my fetish for goth stoners as hatred- let’s make out some more’ or something-“ gwen joked, before being cut off by a frustrated peter.

“are you kidding me? she’s gonna spot us across the carriage any second now and i won’t have any idea what to say to her!”

y/n sat cross legged in her seat, reading some depressing book from the early 1900’s about some depressing characters, written by a depressed closeted gay man. she tucked a chunk of hair behind her ears before re-adjusting her headphones. “i bet she’s listening to fucking my chemical romance or korn or some shit,” peter chuckled as his eyebrows furrowed, gripping onto the hanging bars of the train carriage.

“nope, look on spotify,” gwen corrected. peter turned away from y/n to look over at gwen, his eyes drifting to the screen of her phone.

“it says she’s listening to… taylor swift?” she said, a confused expression painted on her face. peter jolted his head back in shock, overcome with anxiety. “aunt may loves taylor swift…” he murmured, the rustle of the train carriage pulling him away from gwen.

“let me see what song,” peter insisted as he gestured to see gwen’s phone. she passed it over to him, watching his face move as he read the title.

“sad, beautiful, tragic… i’m pretty sure that’s from red, right?” peter questioned. gwen shrugged her shoulders in response. “i don’t know. i’m more of a midnights and evermore type of girl” she replied. peter scrolled down to the lyrics of the song, his eyes widening and his lips pursing.

“gwen, i’m totally fucked”

y/n had slept on what had happened the previous night. spider-man saved her from getting robbed and gave her some very unhelpful advice. what the fuck would spider-man know anyways? he doesn’t get any bitches. y/n may have also ghosted peter, but who cares? y/n put her heart out on the table, for some reason expecting more from the person who constantly teased her everyday for 2 years. sure, she should’ve saw it coming, but she didn’t. which is why she was going to be as dramatic as possible.

this meant a new playlist. no more limp biskit; nobody cries to ‘break stuff’!! it was time to listen to the entire red album on repeat, along with ‘ultraviolence’ and elliott smith. y/n was fully ready to be a sad little bitch.

on monday morning, she scored a seat on the subways and started listening to her new playlist, putting on one particular taylor swift song on repeat while she read her sad little bitch book. she looked up for a split second to see peter and gwen talking.

‘oh, so he can make time to talk to gwen, but not the girl he snogged three times?’ y/n thought.

y/n turned up her volume and put away her book as she listened to the lyrics of the song. the train pulled up to the station within walking distance to her school and so she stood up. catching the eye of peter as she walked to the doors, she quickly averted her gaze and took a few steps back.

peter flinched at the sudden eye contact, turning his full body towards gwen. “gwen. do something” he anxiously muttered. gwen nodded, smiling innocently, before beginning to casually walk over to y/n.

“y/n! how’d that hangover treat you?” gwen asked, pulling in y/n for a comfortable hug. y/n smiled hesitantly and embraced the act of affection. “so, so badly,” she replied, thinking back to the incident that followed the day after the party.

“the hangover is the least of my troubles” she stated and she glanced over at peter, who was watching both of them. “oh, do you mean…” gwen asked as she gestured over to the lanky boy trailing behind them, walking onto the platform as the train doors opened.

“what? no! i was mugged,” y/n announced, arching her eyebrows. peter didn’t look surprised. y/n took note of this, feeling somewhat offended that he didn’t care.

“y/n! are you okay?? how did that happen?” gwen asked, completely and utterly shocked. peter walked over. “wait, yeah… are you okay y/n?” he asked, breaking out of his anxious state for one moment.

y/n sighed softly, rolling her eyes. “i’m fine, spider-man saved me and then gave me some very unhelpful advice.” she said as she pursed her lips, her eyes darting between gwen and peter. “he’s a total ride though- i hope he’s not like… 46 or something,” she continued. gwen chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand as her cheeks turned pink. “did you get to feel his abs?” she asked as the trio walked across queens to get to school.

“yeah, they were rock hard. i didn’t expect him to be so fit!” y/n exclaimed. peter tried to stifle his blush as they got closer to the school, blocking out their conversation.

as they entered the gates, gwen quickly walked towards her class, leaving the two alone.

“um, we have math-“

“i know, peter” y/n interrupted. her voice was cold and unemotional- a stark difference form her previous cheerful demeanour. this was the guy that she was squabbling with for years now… the guy that she also maybe had a few steamy dreams about as well. her preconceived notions about peter were contradicting with her fantasies and the realities of what happened over the weekend- causing her to spiral into a semi-depressed state of rage.

peter, on the other hand, knew exactly what he thought of y/n. he always thought that she was attractive, but a total arse. now, he found her being an arse super endearing. but that could have something to do with the fact that they made out 3 times and he almost touched her boobs.

the two walked in awkward silence to their math class, a strong tension in the air. they took their seats and sat painfully silently for an hour.

y/n tapped her pen on her notebook, not listening to a word the teacher was saying. ‘fuck it,’ she thought, ripping out a piece of paper.

she scribbled a few words down before passing it over to peter.

‘make up for ghosting me by skipping second period and hiding in the unisex bathrooms’

‘sure :)’

the unisex bathrooms were dimly lit, far away from the rest of campus. surrounded by unused classrooms. the unisex bathrooms were a prime hookup spot… but for y/n, it was her own personal hotbox.

she lit the end of her joint and put her lighter in her jacket pocket as she leaned against the bathroom wall. y/n took a drag as she stared at the wall. she took another short hit, before passing it to peter. he did the same, his legs crossed.

“so why didn’t you text me, dick face?” she started, crossing her arms. smoke escaped her lips as the talked, mesmerising peter.

“dick face?” peter repeated, stifling a grin as he shook his head.

“um… i guess i didn’t know what to say,” he replied, passing back the joint. y/n smiled awkwardly as she rolled her eyes. “classic parker…”

“well, do you know what to say now?” y/n asked, sliding down to the floor, head level with peter. he shrugged his shoulders. “kinda,” he muttered.

“are you gonna say it, mcslutty?”

“i don’t appreciate the name-calling, y/n.” he said irritably, his voice somewhat breathy.

“you ghosted me too, remember?” peter added, raising his eyebrows.

“yeah, but i was mugged!” she said defensively, opening her mouth in shock. “obviously i was too busy!”

peter laughed, covering his face. “fair point.”peter pursed his lips, looking down before taking another hit of the joint.

peter took a deep breath in, tapping the floor anxiously. “i really like you, y/n” peter averted his eyes. “i used the think i didn’t, but i was just lying to myself so i wouldn’t have to confront the fact that there’s actually nice stuff about you,” he’s smirked.

y/n chuckled. “what nice stuff?”

“your face, obviously. your musical skills, your rolling skills. you’re also really funny, and you’re so generous. you’re not nice to everyone, but you still help everyone- if that makes sense? but yeah… shit like that i guess,”

y/n smiled sincerely, slightly tilting her head to the side. “that’s pretty sweet, shithead”

it took them a whole 40 seconds before they started jamming their lips together, peter’s hands gripping y/n’s waist as she sat on top of his lap. her hands cupped his face gently, occasionally pulling a hand away and running it through his hair.

she pulled away for air, before continuing her attack on his lips, her hands trailing down his torso as she fiddled with his shirt. peter pulled away, looking up at her before her eyes drifting to her hands.

“what are you doing there?” he asked teasingly, his voice limited to a hoarse whisper.

she began to frantically kiss his neck, her hands still fiddling with the fabric of his shirt. “felt something hard. wondering if you’re ripped or just really horny.” she muttered breathily, one hand resting under his shirt as she caressed his torso, while the other hand gripped a bundle of his hair.

he looked as her curiously as she felt up his chest, watching her pull away with a look of shock and confusion. “peter? what the fuck?” she exclaimed, her hair messy and cheeks red.

“what? what’s wrong?” peter asked, panicked as his eyes drifted down to his pants, before meeting her eyes again. his face turned red, putting up his hands in surrender.

“hey, you were the one grinding against my-“

“no, you’re fully ripped!” she whispered, her eyes wide as her hand retracted from under his shirt. “jesus christ…” she muttered, lifting his shirt to take a peek.

peter burst out into a fit of dry laughter, tilting his head back and lightly hitting the wall of the bathroom stall.

“oh, yeah. that.” he said casually. y/n grumbled, standing up.

“right. i was not expecting that.” she huffed, her face completely red.

“anyways, i’m not fucking you in a hot-boxed bathroom stall at school. if you decide to stop being a little bitch and message me, maybe i’ll forgive you for ghosting me.” y/n proposed, leaning against the wall as she looked down at peter.

peter nodded, standing up. he opened the door, turning to face her. “yeah, i definitely won’t be ghosting you anytime soon. sorry about that, by the way.” he murmured.

“it’s fine. just as long as you send me a picture of your abs after school.” she demanded, her face completely serious as she looked peter up and down. peter nodded, his eyes wide.

she bit her lip, meeting his eyes once again. “seriously, they’re almost as good at spider-man’s.” she added, exiting the bathroom- leaving peter alone to deal with his thoughts.

#peter parker rivals to lovers #peter parker x reader enemies to lovers #peter parker enemies to lovers #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x you #andrew garfield #andrew garfield x reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland

[cvther1ne]

candy hearts | part 1

eddie munson x cheerleader!fem!reader

summary: it’s valentine’s day at hawkins high, which means it’s time to buy a valentine gram for that special someone. and eddie being eddie, thinks that it’s so stupid, and lame. until, receives one from someone he would’ve never expected.

warnings: bad grammar lol

author’s note: hi!! it’s my first time writing something here on tumblr so pls be nice but also let me know what you think! also if u want to request something for eddie, or any character from stranger things, or any character from other things, go ahead and put it in my ask box! and i’ll try and make a master list soon. okay, i’ll stop now. have fun reading!

read part 2 here

Feb 14 1986. Valentine’s Day. To couples, it was the best day of the year.

To Eddie Munson, it was the most dreadful day of the year. Not only is it because there’s couples at every corner of the school eating at each other’s faces 24/7, but also because of the cliche high school Valentine grams. To some people it might be a way to show your love for each other, to others it might just be a bag of candy and a meaningless card, but here at Hawkins High, it was a popularity contest. The more grams you got, the more popular you were. And every year, it’s seems that everyone got at least one. Everyone except for Eddie.

It’s not like he cared anyway. I mean it was just some stupid high school cliche. That’s what he would tell himself at least. But deep down inside of him, he secretly wished that there was at least one person in this school that cared enough to spend a dollar on him. And he secretly wished it was you.

Y/N L/N. Co-captain of the cheer team, Chrissy Cunningham’s best friend, and one of the most popular girls in school. Girls wanted to be her, and guys wanted to be with her. Guys including Eddie Munson. 

He didn’t want to admit it but he was obsessed with you. But not in the same way as everyone else. Other guys looked at you and all they could see was a hot girl, single, and their next hook up. To Eddie, yeah you were the most beautiful girl in the world, but you were more than just a pretty face. You were smart, and treated everyone with kindness. You treated Eddie with kindness. Eddie couldn’t help but think about you almost every moment of the day. Most days he would think about what it would be like to hold you, kiss you, and tell you how much he cares about you, and some days, he would think about the day he had been wishing for since the day he saw you. The day that he would finally get the courage to talk to you. And today was one of those days.

As Eddie walked in to the classroom, late of course, black lunchbox in hand filled with you know what, headphones on blasting “I Was Made For Lovin’ You” by Kiss. He listened to this song every morning before school ever since he heard you humming it during class. As he walked into the class, his heart started beating faster in chest. He caught a glimpse of you across the room, listening to whatever the girl behind you was telling you. He looked around the room, looking for an empty seat, and low and behold. The only empty seat, was right next to you. Looks like cupid was on his side today.

As he approached the seat, you looked up at him and smiled. “Hi Eddie!” you cheered, as he took his seat. The way you looked at him, the way you said his name, Eddie for sure thought that he would pass out right then and there.

“Hi” he said shyly. You smiled at him once again, before facing the front of the class as Mrs. O’Donnell took attendance, then continued on with the lesson. Eddie tried to pay attention, he really did. He was so close to a D in this class which meant that he was so close to graduating, but he couldn’t help but stare at you. He started noticing the little things you did. The way you would glance between you paper and the board while taking notes, the way your brows furrowed when you didn’t understand something, the way you would lean against the desk when you found something intriguing, and the way you would bite on your lip when answering the problems on the board. He noticed it all.

He continued to stare at you for the rest of the class hour, then was snapped out of his day dream. Chrissy Cunningham walked in with a bag of Valentine grams on her shoulder for the last 5 minutes of class. As she started calling out names and handing out the little goodie bags, Eddie couldn’t help but lean his chin on his hand. Waiting for this to be over. Chrissy called out your name, and handed you what looked like about 10 grams. Eddie wished that he had gotten you one. He thought it was stupid, but he saw the way your eyes lit up as Chrissy handed you the bags. He wished that he could’ve been the reason for that.

As Chrissy was near the end of her list, Eddie officially zoned out. Staring down at fingers tapping on the desk.

“Eddie Munson” Chrissy called out. Eddie was too caught up in his own mind that he didn’t hear his name get called. “Eddie Munson?” Chrissy called out again. Eddie’s head shot up. The room went silent. Who would’ve sent the freak a Valentine gram?

Eddie raised his hand, before Chrissy came over to his desk. She handed him the bag and smirked at you for a quick moment before leaving the room. Eddie hadn’t even noticed the interaction the two of you had, he was too focused on the brown paper bag with his name in cursive on it. As O’Donnell wrapped up her lesson, and told everyone the homework for the weekend, Eddie was opening his bag. He saw the different types of heart-shaped chocolates and candies, and pulled out the red envelope. He ripped it open, read the card, and he couldn’t believe what he was reading.

Happy Valentine’s Day Eddie! Hope this makes your day <3 - Y/N

At this point, Eddie’s eyes were bulging out of the sockets. He couldn’t believe that the one girl that he wanted a gram from, actually got him one.

He nervously turns his head to the left to look at you, and sees you stand up, putting your bag on your shoulder. He looks at you with his mouth slightly open. You reach your hand out towards his chin, and close his mouth, causing his eyes to bulge out more if that’s even possible. You smile at him, then leave for second period.

Eddie, just sits there. Not really sure what to do next.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

[bae04xx]

Cam you write a yandere dream sans x reader please

im a little rusty with the undertale aus so sorry if this is out of character 😭 i tried my hardest xx

this is so shit man i’m sorryyyy

kinda yandere dream sans x reader

fluff ☁️

dream lay in between my legs, his head resting up against me as he read. some new book he had been raving about, i’d been struggling to focus, or even listen to anything for the last couple of days- it’s been getting on my nerves. after being cooped up in this.. space? i’m not really sure what it was called, you get a bit stuck in your own head. too conscious of your own thoughts, i get like that. it gets worse when dream is off doing god knows what for hours at a time- he doesn’t tell me much, never has, you just get used to be in the dark, doesn’t make it any more bearable but it makes you expect it.

“y/n? y/n?” dream calls out to me, breaking me from my mental rant.

“huh? yeah sorry,” i reply sheepishly as i hear a sigh from him, he places his book down.

“what are you thinking about?” he beams, i can feel him smiling despite not being able to see.

“nothing much, just wondering what you’re reading,” i lie, i know he can tell but he goes along with it anyway.

“you feel quite tense for just that,” he chuckles, “i’m going to have to meet blue and ink soon, we’ve got some things to figure out,” he massages my thigh as i lean back, exhaling softly before i decide what to say.

“..why don’t i come?” i speak, just above a whisper, my question makes him go slightly rigid.

“well, y/n, um. i’ll have to think about it,” he stammers, unsure of what to say. dream is one of the most positive people i know, i never usually see him looking for his words.

“it’s alright, i just thought it’d be nice to meet your friends, considering you spend so much time with them,”

“trust me i spent a lot more time with them before i met you, and they’re starting to have a few questions about that. maybe it’d be good if you met them,” he announced, jumping up and dusting himself off.

i quickly followed, letting him guide me to where we we’re going.

after a strange way of transportation, we arrived. there were 2 other skeletons like him, one with a paint brush and another with a blue bandana- they suited their names. who i presumed was blue jumped up when he saw me, cocking his head at dream, while ink stayed seated, his eyes narrowed at me.

“WHO’S THIS!?” blue demanded, attempting to rush over to me, only to be pulled back by ink. dream had spoken very little of them both beyond their names but i could guess ink was in charge by his demeanour.

“this is y/n, she’s been living with me for the past couple of months. i thought she should meet you two,” he smiled, his arm firmly around my waist.

“and you bought her to a meeting?” ink questioned, a slight bite in his voice.

“HELLO HUMAN Y/N, DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?” blue almost screamed, i didn’t really know what to say.

“it’s nice to meet you y/n,” ink said, a forced politeness to me, i could tell he didn’t mean to be rude but there was something beneath the surface. “can we speak to you alone dream?” he asked, tapping his bony fingers rhythmically against the table.

“of course you can, y/n would you mind going into the other room?” he asked, pointing to a wooden door to my left, i walked off, ignoring the goodbyes from the 3 skeletons.

there i tried to drown out their argument, i heard my name being thrown around like a game of piggy in the middle. dream drastically trying to defend not only me but myself, ink interrogating him about where i came from, who i was, if i was dangerous and how much of a risk i made them. and blue was just joining in, asking so many questions about me. i desperately tried to ignore it, wishing for some headphones, or at least to be put in a room far, far away from them.

after an hour of being on my own, dream burst into the room, a tired, forced smile on his face.

“y/n! come on, we’re going,” we sighed, trying his best to keep his normal bubbly energy up.

“what even happened?” i asked as he dragged my arm lightly.

“we’ll discuss this next time,” ink spoke calmly, clearly with ruffled feathers.

“there’s nothing more to discuss.” dream said sternly, ending the conversation- you could cut the atmosphere with a knife.

when we got home i was still very confused, as always.

“what was that all about?” i asked, while dream held me, he had told me before that my presence alone can calm him down, so i think that’s what he needed right now.

no response.

“dream?” i questioned again, waiting for an answer.

5 minutes of silence went by before he stated,

“they want to take you away from me.”

“what?” i didn’t know how to feel, or what to say, dream was trying his hardest to stay calm and remain in a happy place, yet the way he was acting was eerie.

“but i’m not going to let them do that, you’re never leaving me. i promise.”

#undertale au x reader #undertale x reader #dream sans #dream sans x reader #fanfic #x reader fanfic #undertale #undertale au #i struggled with this #yandere #yandere sans x reader #yandere sans #yandere dream sans #yandere dream sans x reader #sorry if this is bad

[timetoletmyimaginationfly]

Our Love Story

Nanami Kento x Reader

Part 7: Don’t Lift A Finger, Love

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

(Song Inspiration: Love Someone by Jason Mraz)

Nanami decided to go to your place after his shift. He was glad that he was able to leave early. He has been very grateful to Gojo and Geto since they offer to finish missions for him so he can return to you on time.

You and Nanami go back and forth to each other’s places. It started off slow, keeping a toothbrush in each other’s places after you fell asleep at his apartment after studying one night. He even bought you clothes, facial and specific hair products, toiletries, and even make up to keep at his place. And when Nanami finished his shift, he slowly brought his things over to keep at yours.

He did his normal thing when he came back. Shoes were off, blunt sword against the wall, glasses on the table, sleeves rolled up halfway, top buttons undone, and tie hanging loosely around his neck. He found you in your kitchen, studying intensely for your final.

You were busy this past month. In a few days, you will take your final and your ceremony was a couple of weeks later. You’ve been going to reviews for your NCLEX and tutoring for your sessions. Along with that, you still worked your full time hours at the hospital. He made sure he came back home to you. He made sure you ate, either bringing home food or cooking something he planned for you throughout the day. He did more than you needed him to do. But you knew that he would be stubborn to listen to you when you were swamped to take care of yourself. You always tell them you were alright before he starts doing what he was going to do anyway. You were slowly getting used to him doing anything and everything for you.

“Sweetheart?” You didn’t react. And when he walked closer to you, he could hear the music blasting from your head phones. He pulled it them off your head, making you jump. When you turned around, you smiled widely.

“Kento-kun! Did you just get back?” you asked. Nanami nodded. “How was work?”

“Good,” he answered and took a seat next to you. “Gojo-san and Geto-san took over my last mission.”

“They’re too good to you,” you said and kissed his lips.

“Are you working tonight?” he asked. You shook your head.

“I took vacation for two weeks.” Nanami smiled and you can see that he was relieved. He leaned in and kissed your forehead tenderly.

“Good,” he said. “You have been nonstop. As much as I want you to take a break, I love that your hard work is paying off. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.” You just want to cry happily from his words.

“You really mean it?” you asked. Nanami nodded. “Okay, let me be for a bit. I’m almost done with these practice questions.”

“Okay, my love. I’ll make us dinner.”

He kissed your lips, yet your body felt frozen. You couldn’t help but let his new pet name for you repeat in your head. It was usually sweetheart, darling, or sometimes dear. Never had he said love. As you placed your headphones back on, you couldn’t help but wonder if there was more meaning to the name. It almost made it hard for you to concentrate.

You couldn’t stop smiling as you were studying. Nanami couldn’t help but do the same thing whenever he looked up at you. He feels at peace when you smile. Your smile is his favorite sight.

“Break time!”

“Food is almost done. I made katsudon,” he said. Your mouth watered. You’ve been craving it for a while now. You put your school supplies away in your living room. You entered the kitchen and started to quickly wash the dishes, but when Nanami saw what you were doing, he immediately wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you away. You laughed. “Do not lift a finger, my love. I want you to relax.”

You blushed as he brought you to the chair. You sat down and watched him prepare the dish. You watched his back as he was by the stove finishing dinner. You watched him turn on the electric kettle and setting up two tea cups and two teabags. You watched him set up two bowls and he walked over to you with a smile. The smell of dinner made your stomach rumble.

“Thank you, Kento-kun! You are seriously the best.”

“Anything for my girl,” he said and turned back around to grab the two tea cups. You patiently waited for him. Once he sat down, the two of you grabbed your chopsticks and ate. “Is it good, love?” You nodded.

“It’s amazing,” you said. “You make the best meals.”

“Is it missing anything?” he asked curiously. He takes your criticisms seriously. He wanted to make the meals perfect just for you.

“Not this one,” you said. “Maybe more onions but I also loooove onions with this dish.” Nanami took a mental note of it for next time. You looked at him. “But you don’t have to.”

“I want you to have the best,” he said. Your heart wanted to leap out of your chest.

“I love you,” you said.

You and Nanami froze. You quickly turned back around and took a sip of your tea. Nanami watched you, letting those three words sink in. He couldn’t help but smile. He placed his hand on your thigh which got you to turn around and look at him. Nanami stood up and cupped your face.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” You smiled widely. You grabbed his tie and pulled him in to kiss him. The kiss was long, tongues battling each other, with Nanami gently nibbling and sucking on your bottom lip. Once he heard your soft moan, he pulled away. He gazed at your dazed and soft eyes before kissing your forehead. “I love you so much.”

After dinner was finished, Nanami quickly took the bowls to the sink before you could clean up. He held your hand and lead you to the couch, telling you to relax.

“I’m not disabled,” you said, slightly teasingly. Nanami kissed your forehead.

“I know. I just don’t want you to lift a finger tonight,” he said, face stoic yet voice so soft it makes your heart leap with joy.

“Then in that case, I will shower and get ready for the night.” Nanami let out a small smile and kissed your lips. “You’re very kissy tonight.”

“You’re just very kissable,” he said. “Go shower. I’ll go right after you, love.” You nodded, skipping your way to the bathroom.

He found you in bed, laptop on your lap and your iPad filled with notes in your hand. He awed at the sight while leaning against the doorway after his shower. His towel remained around his waist. You looked up and turned to look at him. Your eyes widened and you blushed as you turned your attention back to your computer.

“Studying hard again?” he asked. You gave him a high-pitched hum in response. Nanami picked out his clothes and walked back to the bathroom to change. Your hand was on your racing heart. You let dirty thoughts consume your mind.

“Love, do you want tea?” he asked.

“I’m good for now,” you answered flustered. Nanami nodded and joined you in bed. He took his book from the nightstand and started reading. “So…what is it that you love about me?” Nanami placed a book mark in his book and closed it, putting it back on the night table.

“You being you,” he answered nonchalantly. He watched you react irritably with his reaction. He quietly chuckled to himself before pulling you closer to him, your laptop slipping off your lap and falling to the side of the bed.

“Now is not the time to be cliche with that short answer,” you said with pouty lips. Nanami kissed the top of your head.

"You're smart and beautiful. You prefer to be independent and I love that you let me in your life and allow me to help you. Unlike me, you like to go with the flow of things. You don't exactly plan things out and usually I hate that, but I love it with you. I never planned to keep you close in my life. I was just going to keep it at that after you bought me coffee and bread.”

“I honestly thought the same thing. Then you called me. Checked up on me. Why’d you do that?” Nanami shrugged.

“I felt like I had to. I knew I didn’t have to. With me being a sorcerer, I couldn’t let you in my life. But since I kept letting you in, I at least had to give you an option, right?” You nodded. “You make me happy. When I see you, I feel the tiredness go away the moment I see you smile. When I see you work hard, it makes me want to become a better sorcerer, that way I can protect you. I love everything about you.” You smiled. You held his hand tightly and rested your head on his shoulder.

“You don’t find me like I’m some kind of child right?”

“Not at all. Why? You think a five year age gap is too much?”

“I-I was just curious.” Nanami chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

“Your turn.”

“You’re a serious and stoic man with the biggest heart in the world,” you said. “When I talk to Gojo-san and Geto-san, they love talking about you to me. You’re so caring to the young sorcerers. You make me proud that you are one. You get to be their mentor and they get to fight in battle like you. And I know I never seen you fight, but I don’t have to see to know that you’re one of the best.” Nanami felt a burst of happiness when you said that. “And I love that you’re true to word and actions. You’re honest and loyal. Everything about you is just amazing.” You couldn’t keep his eyes off of him. Something about them sparkled. Nanami rested his forehead on yours, gently caressing your one cheek.

“Thank you,” he said and kissed you softly.

#nanami x reader #nanami x you #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #jjk x reader #nanami jjk #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami kento #jujutsu nanami #jjk nanami #nanami fanfic #nanami #nanami fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #jjk fanfic

[brivinty]

Cupid, is so dumb. ★

Featuring; Megumi x Shy Reader (Female)

TW; Nothing really, kissing? Fluffy?

Summary; Nobody pays attention to her yet Megumi likes her, coincidentally she likes him too. What does he do?

-Oneshot ★

——

“Project!?” The 3 in the class asked confused. “A group project! 2 in each group!” Gojo said with his charming smile grinning at the teens. “But there’s only 3 of us here…?” Nobara said, giving Gojo a deadpan look, and Gojo raised a brow. “Y/n’s right over there…!” Gojo said, pouting a little disappointed that his most talkative students didn’t notice the quiet girl in the class. “She’s not a curse?!?” Itadori yelled in shock, making Gojo and Megumi give him a dumb look. “Clearly not, and she’s been here, guys,” Megumi says, making the two look at him. “Then why didn’t you talk to her?!” Nobara yelled, making him groan.

“Because god knows that if I get up from this seat and it’s not to use the bathroom, I’ll get dragged right back down,” Megumi says, making Itadori's sweat drop, feeling Megumis glare. But that wasn’t the reason, Megumi was just to scared to talk to you. “Why doesn't she talk to us?” Itadori asked. “Maybe we’re too loud?” Nobara said looking over at the girl. “Oh, y/n’s just like that, she usually wears noise-canceling headphones and just spaces out in that little notebook of hers,” Gojo says before waving a hand to the introvert and she looks up before removing an earbud. “Sorry Mr. Gojo, did I miss something…?” You asked quietly, making the man smile. Believe it or not, she's his favorite student. She's polite, and firm, and always buys him snacks.

“Not at all, we have a 2 person project, and you working with Megumi!” Gojo said proudly giving her a thumbs up as panic was evident on her face. “…can…can I just work by myself, like always?” She muttered with pleading eyes hoping for a yes to coming out of his mouth. “Nope! Sorry kiddo!” He said, and he was genuinely sorry, he knows you have anxiety. You sighed, before nodding your head and putting your headphones back in. ”And technically you would be considered lucky to get paired with her, she's real smart!” Gojo said, leaning onto his counter. “Then why would you pair two smart people together…” Nobara asked glaring at Gojo. “Because i don't want anyone using y/n, and megumi is the most trusted to not do that!” Gojo said with a shit eating grin plastered on his face. “Anyways! The project is research on old… uh?” Gojo scratched his head looking up from behind his blindfold. “Oh! The old history of jujutsu sorcerers! Nanami's idea! You could do a PowerPoint or just like a thing… get working!!” Gojo said before hopping onto his chair and going on his phone leaving the teens besides y/n in shock.

“Welp, good-luck to you two! I’m gonna go work with my partner!” Megumi said with a wide grin watching Itadori and Nobara panic. “Wait! Megumi! You can’t just leave us to struggle..!!” Itadori yelled, clutching onto the boy's uniform. “Actually..! I can, I refuse to go through another day with you guys yelling in my ear.” Megumi said, unlatching itadori’s hand from his shirt. Gojo laughed seeing Itadori start sobbing hysterically. He loved the idea of making Megumi and Y/n work together leaving the two slow ones to struggle. Now Megumi may look confident walking over to you, but in reality, he’s a mess, he doesn't even know how to start a conversation with you. He stared at you sitting while you looked out the window. ‘She's so gorgeous...’ Megumi thought, listening to you humming to the song you were listening to. Gojo was fangirling from the distance, glad his plan worked well.

Megumi took a deep breath walking up to you sitting in the seat in front of you facing your way. He waved at you before motioning you to take off your headphones. You quickly got the memo pausing the song then taking off the headphones completely wondering how in the world was he actually talking to you. “So, I'm your partner for the project.” Megumi said, taking his notebook out from his bag. “Oh! Uh.. so..so, what's the project about?” You asked, taking a pen from your bag and flipping your notebook to a fresh page. “I wasn't.. Uh, I wasn't listening…” “I usually just ask after class! But since we're working in-” You blabbed on starting to bounce your leg to shake off your nervousness. “No, it's fine, really, it's on The old history of Jujutsu Sorcerers.” Megumi said, rummaging through his bag for his laptop. “I was thinking we could do a presentation? If that's cool with uh, you?” Megumi asked, typing in his password, kind of freaking out on the inside wondering how he’s still holding up the conversation.

“Yea… Yea! Um, so… uh.. We could start the research now and… I could come to your room later and we could work some more…” You muttered so quietly he wondered if he even heard that last part clearly. “Sure, that's cool.’ Megumi said, trying to push back the red creeping onto his face. ‘That's cool..? He said it was cool?! I'm going to his room?!?’ You thought eyes frantically looking at your notebook, you took your pen heading the paper to distract yourself. You two worked for the rest of the class and surprisingly got along well, he almost broke you out of your shell completely.

—

You look for an outfit to put on, settling with pajamas just in case you fell asleep there. Then you realized maybe it was weird? So you put on a sweater and shorts. Then you changed your mind again, and again…. And again. Then you went back to your first option, Your pajama pants with a white t-shirt. You then grabbed your bag, putting your laptop, books, notebook, and pens inside. You then started walking towards his room giving yourself a pep talk. “You got this!” You whispered to yourself. “He said it was cool! So why would it be a problem now? There's no problem! I'm alright!” You whispered, kind of panicking, then you realized you made it to his room. You took a deep breath knocking on his door. “Uh, it's y/n!” You said quietly, but somehow he still heard it because he opened the door. “Hey, Come in.” He said opening the door for you letting you walk in.

You let out a breath of air, smiling at the aroma of the room. “Your room smells really nice, like strawberries.” You said before taking a seat next to him at his desk. “Thanks.” Megumi said while internally screaming in his head, he specifically sprayed a strawberry scented spray everywhere in your room because he noticed you would always wear this strawberry scented perfume. “So let's continue?” You asked with a smile, and Megumi almost screamed seeing your smile. It was like he was taken to heaven then brought back down to earth.

“Yeah, So I did some research actually, and this is what I have, so I think we just have to work on the presentation now?” Megumi asked, looking at you, as you looked intently at his work, he wanted to tuck that loose hair piece behind your ear and just kiss you all over your face, but he knew you would slap him, and maybe call him disgusting. He just knew. “This is good, I think it’ll work well.” You said looking up at him and he nodded before pulling his chair closer so you two could work on the presentation. You almost fainted at the action, he pulled himself closer to you?!” You two worked together on the presentation laughing as you two started to get more comfortable with each other.

——

“You should laugh more y’know that y/n? Your laugh is so gorgeous.” Megumi randomly said making you flush red, and he didn't even seem to register in what he said. “You think so?” You said just above a whisper, wondering if he heard you, and like always, he does. “I think everything about you is gorgeous, your eyes, your lips, your nose, your hair, everything.” Megumi said, making you blush madly. “Megumi…? Do you really mean that?” You asked turning your chair to face him completely. “Yea, I really do.” Megumi said, making you smile widely. “Y’know, i'm really glad you said that…?” You said looking at him, and you looked so giddy and happy. “Really?’ Megumi asked in shock, he said those things out of nowhere he didn't even realize he said it until after you asked if he meant it. “Yea… I actually like you..like, alot..” You said and Megumi turned to red, he looked like a tomato. “I.. I Really like you too.” He said and you smiled at him, you didn't even know you could smile that wide until today.

Megumi smiled at you before he looked at your lips, then back to your eyes. “Do you mind.. Me, kissing you?” Megumi asked and you giggled at him. “Maybe you should ask me out first?” You said with a smile before wrapping your hands around his neck. “Well, Y/n? Will you be my girlfriend?” Megumi whispered, wrapping his hands around your waist, as he stared into your eyes. “Of course I would…” You replied too lost in the moment to think of anything else to say after that. You felt him place his lips softly against yours and you hummed softly, kissing him back. You both then pulled away, but then you went in for another peck at his lips. “You enjoying yourself?” Megumi asked and you nodded your head.

“I’ve been waiting a while to do that.”

#jjk megumi #jjk headcanons #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen megumi #megumi fushiguro #megumi x you #megumi x reader #jjk scenarios #megumi scenarios

[aclowntiny]

Ska Day- Woozi x GN!Reader (Soulmate AU)

Word Count: 2.1k | Soulmate AU, Humor, Fluff | Warnings: none

Y’all on the poll said complete this 💁🏻‍♀️😂 Inspired by my often unshared love of ska lmao anyway wooahae enjoy this lowkey crack 😆 went to a ska show for one of my favorite bands like 2 months ago n it was so fun

It's hard to say what kind of day it's going to be when you wake up with a song about Canada stuck in your head. Jihoon wasn't even aware he knew a song about Canada, but there it was in his head, trumpets and all as he brushed his teeth. Lots of brass, actually, which he might have dug if it wasn't layered over the pop-punk guitars, too. Who writes a song like that?

When did Jihoon listen to a song like that?

He entered the practice room singing even the French bit under his breath as he swung the door open, AC sweeping in a chill wave toward him. "Canada oh Canada, I s'il vous plait..."

"Are you singing in French?" Mingyu asks him from his seated position on the shining polished floor.

"Don't get me started," Jihoon shook his head at the cursed mental brass, trumpet tune making it hard to get a clear thought into his mind. It was really catchy, too, darn it. Let’s go to Canada, let’s leave today…

“Who’s singing in French?” Jun chimes in.

“No one,” Jihoon sighs.

“Woozi-hyung,” chimes Chan.

“Why?”

“Let’s just practice,” Jihoon sighs, shooting the maknae his best ‘not another word outta you, Dino’ look.

~

The sweet, sweet relief when the Canada Song faded away, no longer stuck in his head. Jihoon put on one of his chillest samples as he sat down in the studio just to clear his ears like the coffee beans in cologne stores were supposed to, sinking into the leather of his chair after the strain of both dance practice and all the Canada. As the simple beat filled his brain, he sighed, preparing to add the next layer when…

…Another even catchier song entered his head. The backing guitar was similar, but overall the electrics were more prominent. The trumpets were even more rousing, the voice singing triumphantly about this and that all in English this time. Something about singing a song, ironically. Jihoon was very confident he’d never heard that song either, and this time it was far more vivid than simply having something stuck in your head. It was playing as if through headphones with the volume turned up, like God himself was trying to blast out the sampled beat he’d wanted to work with. Fine, then.

He turned it up. The music in his head turned up, too. He fought back with his chill beat. It fought back just as hard. You asked for it…music.

Jihoon had plenty of upbeat songs to work on, too. Closing the relaxing song-in-progress, probably something that would be going to the vocal team, he opened up one of the hip hop unit’s demos, the loudest one they had, and started playing that. It needed some fine-tuning before the next album anyway. Finally the trumpets faded out of his head as he got some work done, tweaking the autotune back to keep the members’ voices at the forefront. This time, neither the brass nor the guitars returned. Ha. Victory was his.

~

“What song is that?”

“Was I humming?”

“Yeah,” Soongyoung nods, “it sounds like a nice song.”

“It isn’t.” Jihoon crosses his arms as the music fades into his ears. “It’s just some song about a pool party.”

His friend smiled. “Sounds like fun. New concept?”

“No, it’s not mine.”

Soonyoung’s brows furrowed as he swiveled in his chair, clunking plastic sounds accompanying the motion. “Whose is it, then?”

His head fell into his hands. “I wish I knew.”

He spent the rest of the day ready to strangle Soonyoung, who liked the pool party song enough that he kept singing it long after it was done playing through Jihoon’s head.

~

A song about skateboards? Ok, kind of a good idea, just maybe not one so goofy. Had a trumpeter died and seen fit to haunt one Lee Jihoon for his musical proclivity?

Something was going on. This wasn’t natural. His dancing time was suffering unless he listened to the practice song in headphones. His lyricism failed him, other instruments blurring out his careful, sentimental mixes in whirlwinds of skateboards and time bombs and foreign countries. The songs could have been worse, in fact Jihoon was getting a bit too comfortable with the catchy one about something or other in school and singing, but in his line of work no one could afford distractions. Especially distractions that literally got louder every time he tried to drown them out as if they wanted him to know they hated him.

He excused himself from practice, slumping down against the wall with his chin in one hand, the other digging in his sweats pocket for his phone, praying Google would have some answers as to what would cause this.

A shadow fell over his vision. “Hey, are you ok?”

Glancing up, he saw Jeonghan standing over him, hands wringing in concern. “I know this has been a tense week for you, but the others were saying something about music? About singing in French?”

Jihoon sighed, sliding his phone back into the warmth of his pocket. He let it all fall out, all the brassy details of his past week rushing forth. How it started with feeling a song he’d never heard stuck in his head and continued into sometimes hours-long segments of invisible headphones tuning him into unfamiliar ditties.

“I- I feel like I’m going crazy.”

Jeonghan rested a hand on his shoulder. “You’re not going crazy. Have you considered that it’s your soulmate?”

“My soulmate is a bunch of disembodied ska?”

“No,” Jeonghan suppressed a laugh, “some people hear music when they’re close to their soulmates. It gets louder when it’s closer to your time to meet.”

Jihoon cocked a brow, shifting a bit on the hard floor. “Then why does mine sound like pool parties and Canada?”

“I’m…not even going to ask what that means,” Jeonghan shot back, hands steepled, “but you hear what your soulmate is listening to. They’ve probably been hearing bits of our practice or anything you’re working on.”

“A-ha!” Jihoon finally lit up. “That’s why it stopped when I worked on the hip hop demo!”

“Maybe they were listening,” Jeonghan confirmed with a smile.

“My soulmate,” Jihoon shook his head in disbelief, partially having believed he wouldn’t have one as such a recluse, “my soulmate who probably thinks I’m a rapper now. And who listens to…” He pulls google back up to the page with the pool party song artist. “A band with a bunch of grown men who dress like superheroes.”

Jeonghan squinted at the image on the proffered phone, a bunch of spandex-top-clad men in dynamic poses holding their instruments, eyebrows raising. “Those guys look like dorks.”

“I think it’s comedy? They have a song about pizza too. And aliens. And skits on youtube.”

“Well, I guess opposites do attract. Have you tried following the music?”

The jaw drop was practically palpable. “Following it? I’ve been running away,” Jihoon chuckled.

“Well, it’ll only get worse until you find the person, you know,” Jeonghan lowered himself into a seated position at his side, “so if you want no more brass, I’d suggest-”

“Running around like a chicken with my head cut off.”

“I was actually going to say ‘leaving the Hybe building for once in your life’, but that works too. Who knows,” the older singer shrugged, “maybe it’ll get louder. Maybe it’ll stop on someone you really like. Your soulmate could just be a friend, you know. A friend of mine’s soulmate is her best friend and both girls are straight.”

“Alright,” Jihoon puts his hands up, “alright. I’ll do it, I’ll find them just to get the music to stop.”

“I’ll go with you,” Jeonghan offers, standing up and holding out his hand.

Ignoring the hand, Jihoon stands up on his own. “What, for the show?”

“For moral support! …but yes, also for the show. I can’t wait to see what your soulmate looks like,” Jeonghan grins.

~

After rinsing off and changing out of sweaty practice outfits, the dual vocalists exited the Hybe building to the sound of trumpets…well, if you were Jihoon, that is. It really was like he was the unwilling recipient of a mostly-ska music subscription directly, forcibly installed into his brain.

The light outside was harsh for someone like him who wasn’t used to it. Even Jeonghan blinked a bit as they made their way onto the sidewalk, skirting around a planted tree.

“Ok, we’ll start with going this way,” Jeonghan said, “tell me if it gets quieter or louder.”

Jihoon felt his frown tighten, which made Jeonghan laugh. “Let me guess…we’re getting closer?”

He laughed again at the dry nod he was given in response, pointing down the street where they’d turned left. “Then we keep going that way.”

They passed about five buildings before the sound was practically unbearable, every brass note an echoing assault on Jihoon’s cranial walls despite the considerable skill of their players. Hey, assaulted or not, he was a musician at the end of the day, one who had to respect the lungs on a fellow wind or even brass player.

Looking up from the blare, he saw a bookstore of all places. "This is it," he nodded toward the doors at Jeonghan before disappearing inside.

Mazelike walls of grey shelves bearing rainbows of books greeted him, but Jihoon didn't need to go far for the music, this new song an entirely different man and woman singing about gas in a car in a rapid-fire chorus, drowned out all perception. Tables sporadically dotted the area, and one of the closest ones drew him like a magnet, bringing him closer and closer...

...Until like an act of mercy, the sound abruptly stopped, Jihoon's eyes fluttering closed in sweet relief, a laugh almost escaping him at the returned use of all his cranial real estate. Relief was all he felt, the relaxing sensation washing over him hard enough to keep him frozen there, all but forgetting where he was until a voice cut him off.

"Hi, did you need something?"

Descending back to reality, Jihoon opened his eyes and fixed them upon the speaker, the lone occupant of the table he'd stopped at sitting there with a laptop. Call it a rush of sentimentality, but the first thing he noticed about you was the kindness of the smile on your face as you removed your headphones.

That wasn't what he came there for, though. "What are you always listening to that music for?" He asked.

"Uh, I'm a music major?" You responded, head tilted and tone questioning. Kind of cute.

"And you listen to ska?"

"I like it," you defended with a shrug, "and besides, I'm writing my thesis on the influence of ska on various sides of counterculture like its greater punk umbrella and the serious topics it can be used to convey through the light style, like faith, how people judge your views based on their expectations of your expression of them, or even feelings of self-doubt and fear of judgement that are conveyed in one of the most famous songs. The singer himself has even talked about how his social anxiety inspired the lyrics, which many agree really exemplify a human experience."

The concept of his soulmate being a scholar, or even just being a real non-psychopathic person, had barely occurred to Jihoon in light of all the trumpet torture, but now that you were before him, his ire was rapidly melting away, weeks of beating himself up over diminished performance replaced by the one stronger feeling: sheer curiosity.

"Oh, wow. I had no idea, and I'm a producer."

Your face lit up with surprise. "You're a producer?"

He just hummed and nodded.

"I'm really more interested in songwriting, but that all goes hand-in-hand," you said, "but hey- how did you know what I was listening to?"

There it was. The reason Jihoon had taken to, in the words of one Yoon Jeonghan, who was perusing books two tables away, 'leaving the Hybe building for once in his life'. "I've been hearing practically nothing but for, yeesh, how many weeks now?"

"You're the guy listening to all the kpop songs over and over?"

"It's my job."

"And that rap demo?"

"Also my job."

"It really threw me the first time my sound got interrupted."

"Yeah, think how I felt," Jihoon remarked drily, meeting your eyes.

Several heartbeats passed before you burst out with a laugh, and something about the sound of it coupled with the tail end of the relief wave was so infectious Jihoon found himself laughing, too.

"Here," you waved a hand over a chair, "sit down and I'll play you another Skankin' Pickle song."

"Another excuse me?"

"'90s ska band."

Brass-filled 'Nam flashbacks. "I'm good."

"Well, now that I've suggested something worse," you grinned, sending some part of Jihoon's heart flipping, "hopefully it'll sound better if I ask my soulmate whose name I still don't know on a date."

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #woozi #woozi x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #soulmate au #this is for you poll voters 😂

[dilf-whore]

Hi!

Can I please request an Eddie x femreader where she’s like, not popular but not a nerd either? And she wants to learn to pleat D&D cause she’s always been attracted to Eddie but is a bit shy, so she braves up and asks him to teach her how to play and to create a character, and they end up dating? Super fluffy?

Thank you ❤️

kiss the girl

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

genre: friends to lovers! ,fluff

summary: Reader asks her crush to teach her how to play d&d

A/N: LETS PRETEND THAT VOL 2 DIDN’T HAPPEN anddd this my first stranger things request! thank you so much by the way. i don’t know much about d&d so forgive me if i didn’t get to dive into it much here and if i made mistakes on the mechanics of the game. let me me know your thoughts /comments if you have. 

requested: yes

requests are OPEN

masterlist

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You pack your things as the school bell rang, going out of the classroom, the hallway started to feel warm as students and teachers move around and head to wherever they plan to.  It doesn’t bother you though, excitement’s flowing through your body - you make your way out to meet your friends and of course, Eddie.

You arrive at the venue, panting a little. You wrap your right hand around the cold metal door knob, and open the door - you see the boys about to start the campaign. You rush over to your seat between Dustin and Eddie, “Hi guys sorry I’m late, I brought you all some snacks”. You open your bag and grab chips, biscuits and some nougat (as per Dustin’s request)

You pass them the food, “Don’t want you guys gettin’ hungry” 

“Thanks Y/N” You look at your right and see Eddie smiling at you. He takes a bag of chips off your hand, his rough fingers brushing over yours - making your heart skip a beat.

You don’t play D&D, you weren't really able to dive into it since you didn't really have anyone to play with before.

So how on Earth did you end up in Hellfire Club if you can’t play? 

You were sitting on a picnic table at Lover’s Lake listening to some Metallica on your Walkman. You move your head to the beat as you draw your surroundings on your notebook. Lover’s Lake is your go-to spot after school hours, you didn't really have close friends to hang out with, just some acquaintances. 

You add the final touches to your work when you felt a tap on your shoulder startling you. As a response, you gripped your pencil and turned around - pointing the sharp end on the man’s neck behind you.

“Oh my god, I didn't mean to scare you! I-I just heard you listening to Metallica - one of my favorite bands by the way. So, I came to you and wanted to say hi” He said.

You put down your pencil, loosening your grip “Sorry about that, you scared the shit out of me. How did you know it was Metallica I was listening to?”

“Well I could hear it because of the very loud unhealthy volume of your headphones. I’m Eddie by the way” he replied, bringing his hand out to you.

You smiled at Eddie, “I’m Y/N. Nice to finally meet someone with the same music taste as me” 

You shook his hand, causing butterflies to go crazy in your stomach.

As to Eddie, who has a flustered smile on his face, already head over heels for you.

After your encounter at Lover’s Lake, he introduced you to his friends and grew closer with them. You would go to every campaign and watch them play, you didn't know what exactly was happening most of the time but you enjoyed them anyways. As the time went by, your feelings with Eddie grew. 

You wanted to bond more with him by playing D&D but you didn't know how and you were too shy to ask Eddie to teach you. It’s just that, every time you approach him, you become a flustered, nervous wreck - which Eddie finds quite cute. 

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You look at your wrist and see 7:43PM on your watch. You turn to your friends and it seems like the campaign was about to end. 

“It’s. a. miss!” Eddie says as he bobs his head aggressively. 

Dustin and the rest let out a loud groan, “I told you we should’ve surrendered” says Gareth.

They all started to tidy up and prepare to go back home. You put your bag over your shoulder and dust-off your Hellfire shirt. You take a deep breath and head towards Eddie. “Hey, I was wondering if you could teach me how to play D&D? i-if you’re not busy. I realized that I want to play with you guys and spend more quality time with you all but I don’t know how to play so yeah”

“Sure thing Y/N, I can come over your place tomorrow”

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Eddie arrives and sets up the game in your bedroom, arranging them one by one. You both take a seat, the game placed neatly on the table in front of you. “So before we start, you first need to create a character”

“Alright, how do I do that?”

“You first choose your race, and class. Here are the different races and classes to choose from” He points at the list in on his hand, moving his chair closer to you.

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The sun has already set and you finally got the hang of the game.

“You did it Y/N”

Your eyes grow wide, you stand up and start jumping around your room,”Wait what? Oh my god, I really did it! Fuck you Vecna” 

After a few more celebratory jumps, your eyes land on Eddie who’s proudly clapping. You pull him out of the chair and bring him in for a hug, “Thank you for teaching me and for being so patient”

Eddie laughed at your excitement, he loves how much you put an effort in learning a kid’s game for them. Savoring the moment, he makes eye contact with you - admiring how your eyes twinkle in happiness. “Anything for you”

He slowly raises his hand to cup your cheeks, and lean in to press his lips against yours. You immediately melt into his touch, you could still even taste a hint of cigarette from him. It was soft and passionate, it felt like there were fireworks everywhere - like in every fairytale’s ending, where the princess finally kisses her prince charming.

You both pull away and catch your breaths,  “You have no idea how much I’ve been wanting to kiss you” he say.

“Same here, since like ages ago” you reply. 

Eddie chuckles softly, “I really like you by the way, in case the whole kissing wasn't clear to you yet” 

“I like you too, Eddie”

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#stranger things #stranger things scenarios #stranger things headcannons #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson scenarios #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson headcannons #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn

[boydepartment]

JAYJAY I HAVE THIS CUTE IDEA THAT YOU MIGHT LIKE

OKAY OKAY….imagine going on a road trip with enha! I THINK IT WOULD BE SO CUTE ESPECIALLY WITH JAKE AND NIKI AAAAHAHEHHDJDDJJ HEHEHEHHEEHHHEHEHEH👹👹👹

Enhypen Headcanons- Road-trip!

HELLLO MY DEAR IT HAS BEEN A CRAZY COUPLE OF DAYS BUT I AM ON IN RN!!!! IM GONNA DO THESE AS LIKE HEADCANONS <3 edit- IM SO sorry this took awhile. i had a ton of birthday stuff and then my friends stayed like the entire weekend. I LITERALLY FINISHED THIS WHILE THEYRE SLEEPING EVEN THO WE HAVE CHURCH TOMORROW ITS LIKE 2:30 AM!

MASTERLIST

JUNGWON- Jay def put him in charge of music mainly because Riki kept playing something INSANE LIKE ASMR ON THE AUX. Jungwon probably plays really nice classical music that makes everyone fall asleep but then will randomly play screamo too so he scares everyone. He lets everyone choose a song though! DEF ASKS TO GO PEE EVERY 20 MILES HE SITS RIGHT BEHIND JAY! His song choice is No More Dream by bts

HEESEUNG- I think be brings up like "lets play ispy!!!" then looked at like Jay like "i spy a grumpy pants!" Just to mess with him while he's driving. Other than that he is the snack keeper. He is in the passengers seat and the snacks are by his feet so no one hogs snacks. One time though Heeseung wanted to mess with Jake by playing tug of war with the bag of chips and you can imagine how that ended. Heeseung's song choice is You got a friend in me by Randy Newman

JAY- HE IS DRIVING. He gives driving vibes yaknow?? He is def a safe driver too, like he isn't driving like a maniac. He always has his blinker on too early and he is driving the speed limit. Can you imagine Jay backing up the car.... ANYWAYS- He has def turned the music off to focus when the car gets tense too Jay's song choice is Mr. Brightside by the Killers or he will just turn on like the oldies radio.

JAKE- He is somewhere in the middle of the van, I also think he gets carsick so bad. Whenever Riki wants him to look at something on his phone if its longer than a quick glance Jake NEEDS to look out the window, otherwise those chips he ate off the floor bc of Heeseung are coming up to land on the floor again. Other than that he loves to sing a long to songs <3 He would probably play the anything off the Guardians of the Galaxy soundtrack!

SUNGHOON- HE HAS THE COOLER W THE DRINKS ALL THE WAY IN THE BACK! They have tea, soda, water, everything. He wanted the seat all the way in the back for this reason. And because Sunoo is just on his phone the entire time. Sunghoon has def accidentally smacked Jake in the head with those sodas that are encased in glass. BY ACCIDENT. He also eats the ice from the cooler.... Sunghoon would play like old songs from I-Land and then be like "remember when so and so did this??" Just to add drama in the car.

SUNOO- On his phone the entire time!!! Next to Sunghoon in the back. He has his headphones in and he is playing a game. Sunoo is very quiet and just does his own thing! Only looks up when he gets a tincy motion sick or when he sleeps <3 He brought his own snacks. SUNOO DOESNT TRUST ANYONE NOT TO EAT THE FOOD W HIS NAME ON IT. "Riki just pick my song for me I am not listening."

NI-KI- "Dude if you throw up, puke on Jungwon..." VOMIT INSTIGATOR He also ended up right in the middle of the car which is really dumb because of how tall he is. mf is literally blocking the rear-view mirror. Riki also purposely will take longer to use the bathroom because before he left he sprayed a TON of axe in the car just to mess w people more. He likes when the windows are rolled down so it works out for him. He probably plays the MOST insane shit ever, like cbat or like REALLY old meme songs JUST to get on everyones nerves. LIKE THE RAINING TACOS SONG "Um I get two songs... Sunoo gave me his choice <3" THIS WHOLE CAR IS JUST A MESS!

#enhypen imagines #enha imagines #jungwon #yang jungwon #yang jungwon imagines #lee heeseung #heeseung #lee heeseung imagines #jay park #enha park jongseung #jay park imagines #jake sim #jake sim imagines #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #sunghoon #sunghoon imagines #kim sunoo #sunoo imagines #nishimura riki #nishimura riki imagines #kpop #kpop imagines #enhypen #enhypen sunoo #enhypen jake #enhypen scenarios

[sparksqfly]

─ So much for summer love𓆝

synopsis: modern au - you meet ellie during a school activity and start getting involved in an intense relationship.

warnings! bad words, low self-esteem, men being bothersome, etc.

author's note: it's actually terrifying to publish this here. i'm a very private person with my writing, but my friend told me I should share it, so i listened to her. english is not my first language, so please forgive any errors I may have made. i did my best <3

about the story: joel is referred to as ellie's father. references to taylor swift and her music, the reader is a huge swiftie (just like the writer hehehe). i have the entire story written, but i divided it into parts to make it less lengthy. If you like it, i will publish the remaining parts! thank you for reading.

wc: 4,5k (sorry)

a loud and familiar horn woke you up from your trance, jesse and dina. you looked at yourself in the mirror again to see if "you weren't trying too hard," sighed, and decided to leave your room. you realized it had taken you 2 hours to get ready and cursed yourself for being so indecisive when it came to putting together a damn outfit for a stupid school trip. although, on second thought, if there was something that had made you hesitate so much about what to wear that day, it was what ms. smith had said on friday in the last few minutes of class. "remember that this activity in the forest will be done in pairs, but not just any pair. it will be two people that the directors of both schools have decided to put together based on their academic performance and behavior within the school." great, now you couldn't spend the entire forest activity arm in arm with dina, gossiping about trivial things. instead, you would be spending the whole afternoon with a stranger that the 40-year-old administrators had decided you should be with.

you let out a sigh, coming out of your thoughts, and sent a message to jesse saying that you had lost track of time and to wait five minutes as you would be ready. didn't bother waiting for a response and threw your phone into a medium-sized white backpack along with some sanitizing wipes, band-aids, sunglasses, a hair tie, some money, your headphones, and some candies you had on your nightstand. didn't bother arranging everything neatly as you would if only you weren't in such a hurry. you slung the bag over your shoulder and glanced at yourself one last time in the mirror, looking at the curls you had struggled to create, and adjusted the small ribbon that held some of your hair back at the back of your head.

you rushed out of your room while grabbing your keys and a lip balm that was on the table, and bid rufus, your orange cat, a high-pitched goodbye. he would be somewhere in the house, but he didn't really care much about you leaving. you opened the door, briefly glancing back into your house, vaguely checking the mental checklist you had made the night before. you decided that if you had forgotten something, it wasn't important anyway because if it were, you would have remembered it by now.

you locked the door of your house and smiled as you saw dina holding onto jesse while leaning halfway out of the passenger window to greet you.

"y/n! over here!" shouted the black-haired girl as you stored the key in your messy bag on your shoulder. "please stop," sighed jesse with exasperation, watching his brown jacket crinkle from how tightly dina was gripping it.

amid laughter, you entered the car and sat in the back seat, placing your bag beside you. you looked at your friends and then leaned forward to form a three-way hug. "wow, looking pretty today," dina smiled, admiring your white dress. jesse lovingly took a strand of your hair and observed, "i've always wondered how you girls use heat styling tools on your hair, yet it never smells burnt."

dina and you exchanged glances before bursting into laughter at jesse's concentrated expression while analyzing your hair. you rested your head back on the seat and watched jesse start the car with his key. you had always loved that things were uncomplicated with them—they knew each other so well that sometimes not a single word needed to be spoken to feel comfortable.

after about 5 minutes of driving and heading towards the school, dina connected music to the stereo and settled in her seat to look at both of you. "are you excited to see who your travel partner will be?" dina asked, looking specifically at you. you sighed and glanced at your dress again. "i wish I could say no, but i spent all night thinking about what to wear today and what people will think of me," you admitted. "whoever you're paired with, i'm sure you'll get along well, unlike us, you're kind and fun," jesse said with what you called his "older brother aura." "you guys are fun... sometimes," you said, looking at them with a smirk. "thanks, and if you're both interested, on friday, as i was coming back from the bathroom to go home, i overheard the teachers talking about the pairs being of the same gender to avoid the things we couples do in the forest when we're alone," dina looked at you, and you returned her knowing gaze. "maybe you can find a beautiful girlfriend, y/n." jesse looked at you through the rearview mirror and smiled, "you read my mind, sir." dina looked at you accusingly again, and you laughed at their insistent looks focused on you. "to be honest, i would like to meet someone here, a girl. It sounds romantic."

"imagine it until it becomes real" dina said, winking at you and leaning back in her seat. she looked at the stereo with a smile on her face. "i love this song" she said as she dramatically raised the volume knob to "circles" by post malone. unexpectedly, jesse started singing the song in a comically off-key manner, and you burst into laughter, joining in with loud and off-key singing. you truly loved them.

after about 15 minutes of driving, you arrived at the school. the sidewalk was painfully crowded with people, but you could hardly recognize anyone from your class or the hallways. jesse parked the car a couple of blocks ahead, knowing how difficult it would be to get back to the car once everyone dispersed. you helped them unload their belongings and slung your small white backpack back onto your shoulder. that's when you realized it might have been a mistake to pack so few things in such a small bag. everyone else had large backpacks and even more belongings in huge tote bags. you sighed. what was the point of carrying so many things anyway? your teachers had made it clear that everything you would need for the trip, such as food, water, or even warm clothing if necessary, would be provided by the school and the guides.

you snapped back to reality, coming out of your thoughts as you walked behind your friends back to the school, trying to smooth out your dress with your hands. once you reached the school, you had a better view of what others were wearing, and you felt relieved to see several girls wearing skirts and dresses even shorter than yours, which reached just above your knees. however, it was slightly longer at the back, not long enough to touch your ankles or the top of your white converse sneakers anyway

you had to wait for about 15 minutes before the teachers decided to group them by schools into two separate groups. you watched as even more people arrived than when you had first glanced from jesse's car. you rested your head on dina's shoulder while a middle-aged man who introduced himself as mr. emery explained the first game of the day, this time to find their excursion partners. you caught some parts of his speech as you were somewhat far from the teachers, and the students seemed unable to stop talking for a second, including dina, who already seemed to have made friends with a short, blonde-haired girl. when mr. emery finished speaking, you quickly approached jesse.

"what did he say?" you asked urgently, your expression desperate to understand what had been said amidst the hurried movements and conversations of everyone present in the courtyard. he chuckled slightly at your desperate expression and the sight of the bustling crowd. "he said they're going to write a number assigned to each of us on our hand, and we have to find our partner in the crowd because the partner will have the same number" jesse replied. "that's ridiculous, it's only going to cause more chaos," dina chimed in, magically appearing behind your back. "dina! you scared the shit out of me!" you whispered, looking at your friend who smirked, before you could continue complaining about how terrifying it was to interact with people, your math teacher approached jesse and grabbed his fist, writing a medium-sized thirteen on the back of his hand and then left without saying a word. "obviously, i'm going to have great luck with my partner today" jesse joked, showing dina and you his number. dina laughed, and you smiled. "are you kidding me? it's number thirteen! taylor swift's number! i'm really jealous of you right now!" jesse let out a small laugh with adoration towards you and ruffled your hair slightly before going to the group from the neighboring school to assume, to look for his partner.

dina and you exchanged smiles, and a middle-aged man with gray hair and dark circles under his eyes called you by your last name, and you handed him your hand, indicating that it was you, seeing the permanent marker on his hand. he gave you a smile and, after checking a small grid on a sheet of paper, wrote a "27" on your hand, the same size as jesse's. you brought your hand closer to you and smiled at him. "wow, you're my daughter's partner" he smiled shyly, and you looked at him more closely, remembering his face in case his daughter physically resembled him. "she's a rather reserved girl, but I think you'll get along well" he said. "i hope so" you replied kindly, not having much else to say. He smiled at you and left. "getting to know the father-in-law?" dina startled you again, magically appearing behind you. you rolled your eyes. "you're unbearable" you said, laughing, and did the typical military salute that you knew she hated before going to look for your famous partner.

well... agonizing 15 minutes had passed (although if you were asked, you would swear it had been 30) looking for your partner. you had seen the hands of dozens of girls, but none seemed to have a 27 on the back of their hand. you were about to give up and approach a teacher to see if it was some sort of mistake on their part, considering that there were very few people left in the courtyard as most had already found their partners and boarded the bus. just when you were about to go talk to your math teacher, you saw a girl with auburn hair and a blue and white shirt leaning against one of the bus walls, you noticed that you hadn't seen her before in the crowd, and honestly, you had nothing to lose by trying one last time. any sense of embarrassment had vanished after talking to the tenth person who seemed to have your number, but in reality, it wasn't the right one. besides, this girl was really attractive and seemed kind, shy but friendly.

you approached her, who, despite having you in front of her, didn't pay much attention to you. you took advantage of that moment to look at her closely. she had a perfect profile with eyebrows that framed her face perfectly, a beautiful upturned nose, medium but full lips that seemed dry, and admirable green orbs that appeared like tourmalines of the same color in the light. only when you snapped out of your trance of admiring her did you realize that her eyes were fixed on you with an arched eyebrow, seeing that you had stayed still, lost in her appearance.

you cleared your throat before speaking to her, ignoring the warmth you felt rising in your cheeks and how flushed you must have been. oh my god. she was just a girl. why were you reacting like this? "could I see your number? i'm really looking for my partner, and i think you're the only one i haven't asked" you offered a smile as you spoke, and she just looked into your eyes with an expression you couldn't decipher. you expected some verbal response, but she only raised her fist slightly, and you had to gather courage for the next step: delicately took her hand and noticed a brief shiver from the girl as you touched her skin with the tips of your fingers. not wanting to make her uncomfortable, you carefully turned her hand and finally found the number 27 written on it.

you released her fist and with a smile, showed her your left hand where the same number was written. "we're partners" you smiled and adjusted your bag on your shoulder. "cool." you let pass what you suspected was a hint of sarcasm in her voice. nah, she didn't seem like that kind of person. "you have no idea how much i was looking for you, asked almost everyone" you said with excitement in your voice. She smiled slightly, noticing the emotion in your voice. "mind if we get on the bus?" you added a questioning tone at the end so that she would tell you her name. "ellie" she responded with a hint of a smile on her lips. "ellie, ah, wonderful!" you smiled back at her and were startled by the loud honk of the bus ahead. In a panic of being left behind, you grabbed ellie's hand, where her number was written, and joined it with yours, gently pulling her along as you started running towards the bus with her behind you.

you both boarded the bus, and you let go of her hand when the driver closed the door behind the two of you. you told your last name to the guide sitting in the front seat, moved forward to find an empty seat for both of you, and found one a little further ahead. you turned back and caught the last name ellie whispered to the woman, "williams, ellie williams, that's a nice name" you thought to yourself once you sat in the bus seat. you gestured to your companion with your head for her to sit next to you, and fortunately, she did.

before you could start a conversation, mr. emery stood up and began explaining the agenda for the day in the forest. Seeing that ellie was paying attention to what he was saying, you diverted your eyes from her to finally listen to an authority figure. "guys, you have to listen to me. we don't want to make this any longer for you. the proposal for today is a race" said the authority. Immediately, all the teenagers on the bus let out an "ohh" of disappointment, which was exactly what you thought too. had they been planning this for so long just for a long physical education class in the forest for five hours? you sighed and looked back at mr. emery, who was gesturing for everyone to let him continue with the explanation.

"i know what you're thinking, and don't worry, it's not what you kids believe. the race will consist of 3 stages of riddles, which will be explained better when you get there, but to give you an example, the first one will be to find three hidden symbols in different trees scattered in a section of the forest. once the duo has all the symbols noted down, they can move on to the next stage, which will also be a riddle." this time the reactions were mixed; you noticed some excited faces as well as some girls rolling their eyes and talking to their friends. on the other hand, ellie seemed interested in what had been told, even excited, you could say. you smiled as you observed her trying to hide her smile by pressing her lips together.

"i need you to listen to one last thing," mr. emery said, raising his hand and showing a purple ribbon. "this is the race boundary. you can't go beyond where this ribbon is located. it's a dangerous place, with traps for bears, big bears, wolves, and foxes. if you happen to encounter any of those and there's no teacher nearby, it's a BAD sign. you'll end up devoured by an animal and dead." you guessed the last part was sarcasm, although it didn't sound like it.

you paled at the mention of bears and traps so close to where you would be, until a voice snapped you out of your trance. "you don't actually think there are bears there, do you, pretty girl?" ellie said, looking at you with a sideways smile that disappeared when she realized you were genuinely scared. "hey, don't worry, there are no bears. he only says that to scare us and prevent us from crossing the boundaries." as she spoke, she placed a hand on your knee and gently moved it in circles. you smiled and placed your hand on top of hers, both "27" on top of each other. but before you could respond, your annoying classmates started playing horrible music at full volume and screaming while playing stupid games only they could understand. "oh, fuck me" you sighed heavily, looking at the white ceiling of the bus.

ellie, who had been looking back at your classmates, turned her gaze to you. "are they always like this?" she asked incredulously. "always" you replied, feeling somewhat embarrassed. ellie stood up to remove her (now that you could see it clearly) huge backpack from her lap and placed it under the seat. you took the opportunity to take out your earphones and phone from your bag, revealing a picture of rufus asleep on a book on your lock screen. ellie sat back down next to you, spreading her legs as you connected your earphones. you searched for the playlist you usually used to travel with jesse and dina (which was mainly taylor swift) and pressed shuffle. then you offered one of your headphones to ellie, who accepted with a smile, moving a little closer to you. In that moment, you thanked rufus, who had broken your airpods a week ago, leaving you with your wired headphones.

after about 10 minutes of the journey, you relaxed as ellie seemed to enjoy your music. you noticed her nodding her head to the rhythm, and you smiled. you wanted to rest your head on the bus window since you were extremely tired from waking up so early and staring at your reflection for so long. but just as you were about to close your eyes and finally get some rest, your classmates, of course, chose that moment to slam your window shut forcefully, startling you as you quickly lifted your head in alarm, while they burst into laughter, high-fiving each other. you sighed, trying not to look at them or ellie, feeling humiliated by the knowledge that they wouldn't take you seriously anyway. however, ellie seemed to have a different idea about how to act.

"hey! what the fuck is your problem with her?!" ellie stood up abruptly, slamming her hands firmly on the back of your seat. fortunately, not many people noticed what was happening amidst the loud music and shouts on the bus. ellie exchanged some harsh words with them, which you couldn't hear, and one of the guys stood up, touched your back, and apologized with his head down. you nodded slightly and turned to play the song again.

"sorry about that" ellie said, sitting back down beside you. "they're just a bunch of idiots. ond't let them get to you." you managed to smile gratefully at her before continuing your sentence.

"i'm glad you stood up for me. not many people do."

"well, I don't tolerate assholes" ellie replied with a hint of determination in her voice. "besides, we're going to have a great time on this race, and I won't let anyone ruin it for us."

her words brought a genuine smile to your face. perhaps this race wouldn't turn out to be so bad after all, especially with ellie by your side. as you leaned back in your seat, finally finding some peace, you silently thanked rufus again for breaking your airpods and bringing ellie into your life.

you offered ellie the headphone again, and she gently took it, her fingertips brushing against yours as she put it on. "do you want me to change the music?" you offered as you were about to turn off your phone screen to try and get some sleep. she shook her head. "i've never heard this music before, but it's pleasant. it goes well with the journey." you nodded with a smile. she couldn't possibly be real. She was so nice and attractive, and she called you "pretty girl"?! You blushed, replaying those words in your mind with her voice, and decided to strike up a conversation.

"so... is that your cat on your wallpaper?" you were surprised to see that she had initiated the conversation between the two of you. you quickly glanced at your phone, looking at the photo of rufus peacefully asleep on top of a stack of books. "yes, my cat. his name is rufus. my mom brought him home during christmas. he was tiny and on the streets. he's the devil incarnate in an orange cat. do you have any pets?" instantly, you wanted to cover your mouth for talking too much, fearing that you had overwhelmed ellie with information. but as if she had read your mind, she spoke up. "he looks adorable. and no, i don't have any pets. i'd love to have a cat. i really like them, even though they don't seem to like me."

"you get used to it. i don't think rufus thinks i'm cool anyway" you replied. "you look cool though, i mean, you seem nice. you had the courage to come and talk to me" she said with admiration. you looked at her with adoration, wishing you could talk to dina right now. how did you develop a crush so quickly on someone you had just met? "did you see me talking to all the girls to see if they had the number 27?" you blushed, remembering the embarrassment you had experienced approaching everyone to check. "i did! you looked really cute. you even made me feel sorry for you, so i approached stealthily. it was all planned" she laughed, her comment making you laugh as well. your cheeks were still flushed, but this time not from embarrassment, but from the girl in front of you, unabashedly flirting. "i'm glad you're my partner. i think we'll have a fun afternoon." "so be it," eillie opened her hand for a high-five, and you gladly obliged.

"can i ask you a question?" ellie inquired. "anything." "this may sound strange, but what's your name?" you paled, realizing that you had spent all that time with her without even telling her your name. you had held her hand and lent her your music, but you didn't even have the decency to introduce yourself. you stuttered for a few seconds before telling her your name and apologizing for forgetting to do so earlier. "y/n," ellie said your name aloud, as if testing it on her lips. "that's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl." all the color that had disappeared from your face came rushing back in an even stronger blush. "stop it! you're turning me into a tomato if you keep making me blush." "you look really pretty like that, that's why i do it." finally, you rested your elbows on your lap and hid your face in your hands. a cute and kind girl saying all those things to you? you were truly weak. you heard ellie laugh behind you and looked at her, pretending to be annoyed. "come on, lift your head, love. we have a long day ahead." 'it's obvious,' you thought as you observed her face full of freckles. once you composed yourself, you put your headphone back on and finally gathered the courage to rest your head on ellie's shoulder to sleep. you felt a smile forming on her face, and after a few seconds, she rested her head on yours and placed her hand back on your knee

you woke up to the sound of excessively loud chatter. you opened your eyes, adjusting to the light, and realized where your head was. you slowly lifted your head and saw ellie's profile, still in the same position as when you fell asleep, but this time looking towards the bus exit, possibly waiting for everyone to fully disembark. before speaking to her, you noticed a somewhat red mark and distinct lines on the lower part of her cheek. you pondered for a few seconds what it could be and smiled when you realized it was the mark left by your hair when she rested her head on yours. you assumed that she had also fallen asleep in the same position you remembered, and your heart filled with joy at how quickly she had become comfortable with you.

before ellie realized that you had been staring at her profile, you touched her shoulder and with a smile asked if it was okay to get off now. she nodded and helped you pick up your earphones that had fallen to the floor during the journey. she grabbed her backpack and put it on her shoulder, starting to walk towards the bus door. you followed her while closing your backpack, and when you reached the stairs to descend, you noticed that slowly all the students were gathering around the teachers who were starting to organize themselves to give instructions. you looked back at the stairs and saw ellie standing on the grass, extending a hand to help you down. you took her hand and took the opportunity to get a better look at her forearm tattoo. though it seemed unfinished, it was undeniably beautiful. you wondered if she had drawn the design herself and decided to ask her later. as you approached the teachers, you thought ellie would let go of your hand, but she didn't. she continued to hold it gently as she guided you to a closer spot near the teachers to listen to the instructions.

once again, you got lost in your partner's appearance and missed the explanation. she seemed to realize the reason when you asked her to repeat what your teachers had said, and she blushed slightly. "they said there are more than 10 symbols carved into various trees in the area, and they want us to implement technology or something like that. so, when we move on to the next stage, we need to show them the photos we've taken of the symbols on the trees. we should have at least three to complete this part." as ellie narrated, you nodded slowly, trying not to get lost in her beautiful green eyes again. "understood. anything else?" ellie nodded her head. "to make sure we don't use the same photos as our classmates, we need to make it clear that the photo is ours. like having ourselves in the photo or using our hand to show the assigned number." you nodded again, and this time it was your turn to hold her hand and lead her to the starting point of the race.

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Just finished Misericorde volume 1! Putting this all under a read more but I'll drop a quick spoiler-free review, followed by a spoiler-full review followed by just some of my theories regarding the mystery elements.

Everything below the cut!

Spoiler-Free Stuff:

I really enjoyed it. The mystery still needs more pieces before I'll feel like I can confidently say anything for sure but I have some ideas brewing. I'll be pretty psyched to move into the heavier mystery elements, this first volume definitely feels more focused on getting to know all the characters (which I like! I like pretty much everybody in their own way but I do want to give a special shoutout to Hedwig for being a main character that I actually really enjoy, which is pretty rare for me. She is insanely relatable on a personal level I wasn't expecting.)

And the art style's nice! I really like how the nuns are all basically wearing the same thing but have such distinct faces and tones that you can usually tell them apart. I definitely have my favorites (Aside from Hedwig herself... probably Darcy, Katherine, Moira, Eustace in that order but I really do like all of them a lot.) Also the music is pretty good. It's very fun and dynamic. I've re-listened to only a couple of the songs from the soundtrack outside of reading the VN itself but I particularly like the song that plays in the intro and Glass Chapel, which plays very early on and is probably the moment I really got interested in the story.

It's hard to give too much more away in this section without spoiling stuff but suffice to say I really enjoyed it so far. I'm hoping I can get more people to read it cause I really wanna talk about the characters and mystery and such. But I recommend. Here's the steam page if you want to check it out for yourself.

The only real criticism I have so far is technicaly, and it's that there's an audio cue for people knocking on doors that sounds extremely realistic with my headphones on that almost made me jump out of my seat several times, which I don't think was necessarily intentional? A less realistic knocking sound effect would... definitely be appreciated, that shit freaked me out like every time.

As for story criticisms, I prefer to wait until something is actually over to say anything. There could be something early on where I'm like "man that seems like bad!" and then 2 volumes later it could turn out to be a purposeful plot element or an interesting subversion of expectations. And then I would look very silly. Not that I really do have a lot to say plot criticism wise because it's early on, but I'd definitely like to see how it all shakes out first.

Anyways, more stuff below. SFW Sasukes to save your virgin eyes from spoilers.

SPOILERY STUFF

I really do like Catherine II. Love a good "character who is not physically there but had such tremendous gravity on the setting that their departure is still being felt as everything gets bounced back around from the lack of weight." In particular, her intro talking to Hedwig (which I revisited just a couple nights ago, streaming it for a friend) really grabbed me.

I would say Hedwig's whole lifelong predicament of being an Anchoress will definitely strike home with people like me who are kinda uuuhhhhhhhh extreme homebodies. I definitely feel like Catherine II's brief relationship with Hedwig is pretty analogous to people who've made many of their friends online - never actually getting to see or touch them but still having them impact your life all the same. In particular, when you've spent most of your life alone. Not to be too personal or anything but I've only really recently had long-time internet friends move close enough to me to be in regular driving distance in the past few months and it's led to more social interaction in the span of a few months than I usually get in years, and I can definitely relate to Hedwig's confusion about everything. But I do find her really charming as a main character. Her constant feeling of not feeling like she belongs even as most of the sisters are trying to be kind to her in their own way make me wish I could pop open an ice cold ginger ale for her. Maybe hand her a GBA SP and watch her go crazy on Pokemon Emerald, I don't know. I just find her very moe.

I definitely have a lot more to say about this topic but I'd feel like it's kind of personal to just drop in the middle of this all so I'm gonna keep it to a minimum with just that previous paragraph. Suffice to say, Hedwig has been one of the most enjoyable protagonists for me personally in a long while. I usually prefer lesser known side characters but she just really grabbed me.

Anyways.

It had a lot of little moments I love. Everyone's characterized in a way that really makes them stand out - in particular, I do feel like literally everyone at this the abbey in some way either Have Problems or have been rejected by society for some other reason. Pretty much everybody here is a reject or an outcast and despite their bickering, the nuns do generally make an effort to show they care for eachother. Which, you know, if you're a tumblr user reading this I'm sure you will find something there. You will probably see a particular character and go, "Oh yeah, I know someone exactly like this personally." I do love a good story about people who are generally outcast by society getting to know people that care about them and understand them in a way the rest of the world wouldn't exactly. It's gud. Nothing terribly novel but I think it's executed well, which is the important bit.

I do have some smaller thoughts on stuff but nothing terribly important enough to write out here, so instead I'm just putting a compilation of some of my favorite little moments, followed by theories.

(I promise this game isn't an eroge or anything, it just has one single hot tub scene. It's tasteful. Prommy.)

Anyways.

THEORIES:

Theory #1: Regarding Catherine II

I haven't actually seen that many people talking about the prologue which is surprising to me because it obviously seems to be setting up a really big plot element, which is that I presume one of the women at the abbey are the character only labelled as "The Handsome Man" in disguise. Having gotten caught up in the War of the Roses and all that fun stuff, I assume he flees to the abbey to lay low for a while. Now I assume part of the story will unfold such that you'll be led to assume that it's one of the cast we've already gotten to know... but my money is that this is Catherine II. Now, I can't say for certain if this is going to lead into any kind of trans-ish territory because it is the 15th century, but I could definitely very much see a path where this story presents a person living in this time in an era where it wouldn't be accepted to be trans, and have that essentially be part of the plot without saying it directly. I think this would go a long way towards explaining her absolute fervor for living life and finding something that brings you joy that she tried to inspire in all of the other nuns. I can imagine a scenario in which the Handsome Man has to go into hiding cause of political reasons, shows up at this abbey disguised as a nun and finds that they actually enjoy it incredibly, and essentially does the 15th century version of transitioning. If that is the direction the story is going, I think that'd be sweet, though it would be kind of sucky in the respect that the whole story kind of revolves around her murder.

That being said, I don't think she was murdered. I straight up think Eustace is lying in the near final scene we get at the end of Volume one. My current theory is that Catherine II is, and I'm not sure how to say this well, doing some Scooby-Doo villain ass-shit in regards to the monstrous apparition we keep seeing. My only guess as to why she would do this is out of fear of being recognized in the midst of this war, and deciding to go even deeper cover as the boogeyman of this creepy old abbey. Theoretically, if Catherine II in her Scooby-Doo ass disguise could frighten everyone out of the abbey, then she'd have free reign of the place until the war was over. It'd be a much safer position to be in than trying to actively disguise yourself as a nun. In this theory, I would also have reason to believe that she's the one who carved that evil looking sigil near Hedwig's cell, to discourage her even more from looking into the mystery. It would be a great parallel to Hedwig's dilemma vis a vis being alone and in peace versus having to be around others and living with a sort of constant discord. Like, if Catherine II makes the choice to ultimately go into permanent solitude, hiding by herself for the rest of her life while Hedwig chooses to do the opposite (I'm holding out hope that the finale will have her choosing to leave her cell again. Committing some double-dipping on that particular sin, hell yeah), I think that would make for some interesting, opposite-bound character arcs. You know, some criss cross. With the character arcs.

ALSO: Side note, I think the person that Hedwig is talking to at the very beginning post one year timeskip (who, you know, is kind of a stand-in for the reader but whom I assume is an actual character we know of) is, I think, Catherine II herself. I can't think of anyone more fitting to be filled in on all of the details, given that the majority of the other characters would already know most of what's happened. Also, it would mean getting a fun little scene to parallel the first scene we got of them getting to know eachother, which is still probably my favorite scene in this whole VN so far.

Anyways, I think the best evidence I have to support this is how touch and go Catherine II was with her friendships (and maybe more than friendships...?)

She'd get close to people by taking an interest in their hobbies... get to know them pretty intimately... and then maybe privately grow fearful that they'd discover her secret and move on to someone else. That's my best guess, anyways. Perhaps she just has severely undiagnosed ADHD. But it would track considering that she seems to be knowledgeable about several areas that I don't feel like you're average commoner would know - how to play music, playing chess, etc etc. She had all these crazy talents and a very sharp mind, and it wouldn't be strange to know a commoner that could do one or two of these things, but it really does seem like Catherine II had a working knowledge of many things, which would make sense to me if she were raised to be a person of higher status.

I think maybe the only character that was in the know was probably Eustace herself given that she mentions they were the two that were closest. I can definitely imagine a world in which Eustace is still actively collaborating with Catherine II, thus her very lurid story about carrying Catherine II's severed head. This would, naturally, implicate Moira as well since Eustace mentions that they both personally handled Catherine II's body, a story that I think might just be a total fabrication. I'm not 100% sure that Moira is in on it but it's a little more likely, I think. It would also parallel the scene in which they stop by the village, with Moira and Eustace stopping to have a quick whisper that upsets Hedwig, when in fact they're just trying to cover for her little surprise party. The concept of them having secrets that upset Hedwig, but ultimately exist for a good reason would be really fitting. This little exchange would be kind of a microcosm of that, in this theory.

At the very least, if this specific theory isn't correct at all, I do still strongly believe that there are multiple conspirators.

THEORY #2: Regarding the Sword

So this one's a little more vague and I haven't quite figured out a way to slot it into everything yet, but I feel like it's worth mentioning. I do think there are two swords at play, which would be a really good way to liven up the mystery. I think the investigation of the mystery will reach such a point that it simply doesn't make sense for there to have been only one sword as the murder weapon - my only real reasoning is based entirely on this biblical quote spoken by Eustace:

"And they said, Lord, behold, here are two swords. And he said unto them, It is enough."

Which makes sense for the context of the situation in that they are literally splitting up to find Flora. But also, if it were a direct reference to the fact that there are two swords that could be the murder weapon at play, that would be a really funny to put such a direct hint in plain Latin so early on, just right in front of the reader's face.

If this theory is correct, I do think it'll be more relevant once we get into the nitty gritty of investigating the murder itself. The real nuts to butts of who was doing what, where and when. I think things will present themselves in such a way that it will have been impossible for the murder to have been committed with the sword... unless there were secretly a second sword, for some reason.

Wait also it just occurred to me that Angela keeps a dagger (the eponymous Misericorde, right? I think?) and that definitely could've been the weapon used to inflict the smaller wounds on Catherine II before the decapitation. Hmmmmm. Much to think about.

THEORY #3: Regarding Romance

This is very vague and probably not a surprise but I'm quite sure that at least two of the nuns are in a relationship. I'd imagine this will play into the actual mystery somehow, but I could not tell you specifically how. I'm not sure I could even really name you who specifically (Besides Katherine and James' thing, obviously but that's already been revealed.) But, like, come on. Look at these.

I'm not particularly good at eke-ing out romantic subtext but I feel reasonably confident about this based on vibes alone. Also based on the Soup's very uuuhh heated rant near the end. I have nothing more to say on this theory because I assume it's direct relevance will be more apparent later (if this is correct.)

THEORY#4: If Catherine II WAS Actually Murdered

So pretend for a moment that my first theory is completely bunk and I am way off course. In that case, I don't think I have enough evidence to put together a reason that someone would want to murder Catherine II - given how she kind of flitted about from person to person, I can definitely see jealousy being the primary motivator. But I would be surprised if the motive were as simple as just that. I think I might actually just need more textual stuff to look at whenever the second volume comes out to really put out any kind of further guesses. There are a lot of angles and a lot of people who would technically have reason to want to murder Catherine II. It could end up being a "everyone is in on it" or a "no one is in on it" type of deal.

That being said, my top guesses as to the culprit are:

#1 - Mother Superior - Basing this entirely on vibes, brother.

#2 - Moira - She's simply way too sweet. As much as I personally like her, Moira's been very present in Hedwig's journey towards personhood and I wouldn't be super surprised if part of her motivation for doing this was to keep tabs on her murder mystery investigation while presenting a kind face.

#3 - Flora - Given Flora's consistently been the one most often to fly off the handle, I could potentially see this but don't consider it terribly likely.

#4 - Catherine II herself - It would not be totally inconceivable for the story to go this kinda dark route, though how exactly she would both injure herself, followed up by a self-decapitation in such a way as to hide herself as the perpetrator, I don't know. Then again, she was a talented woman, who knows.

#5 - The Devilish Apparition - If this is in fact not one of the other nuns playing at something, then sure, why not. I'm not of the opinion that this story is going to have actual supernatural elements but like, why not. Just throwing it out there.

And that's mostly all I have to say!

Heads up, I'm not very good at solving mysteries! I miss a lot of details and sometimes don't think of things through all angles! Sometimes I just do a vibe based reading and let the story surprise me, but having read Umineko recently (which very directly does kind of ask the reader to try solving the mystery for themselves) I am taking a more serious attempt at figuring out the key to this story before it actually happens. Sorry if I'm totally off base on some of these, but with my shotgun scattershot method, I usually hit at least one or two small things of note. Thanks if you read all the way to the bottom for this, I don't typically write out long ass posts like this but I had a lot of fun trying to figure this one out and can't wait for more people to read it, as well as for Volume 2 to come out.

If you haven't bought Misericorde but for some reason felt compelled to read through this whole post anyways, here's another link for you to go check it out! It's like 9 bucks on steam! If you were interested enough to read this spoiler-review, it'll probably be worth your time!

And if you do finish it... be sure to check out that gallery afterwards! ;)

#my posts #Misericorde #this is a bit longer than I meant it to be but oh well #tl;dr: I liked it a bunch

[3cremepie3]

Spoiled rotten

Misa Amane x female reader smut 18+

Be aware of: Dark content, toxic relationships, bullying, mature language, a short mention of SA, Manipulation, use of the f slur bribing, face sitting

For the burn book collab by @sanzucide

“We’ll I changed my mind Rami.” I want to go I already brought the tickets,” Misa told them. “That bitch Miss. Burk won’t let us go with you.” Where aparrently too late.” Her friends made quotation marks with their fingers while speaking.

“I even tried to bribe her,” one of them popped her lips. “You sure you still wanna go on this trip Misa?” You don’t know any of these nobodies on this bus.” They looked on the bus seeing no popular kids.

“I just want some alone time you guys.” Of course I won’t talk to these losers,” she scoffed. You had your headphones in so you could act like you where busy. But I’m truth you were listening to their convo.

It was mostly about how Misa should stay home instead of going on this school trip. You where all alone as well like always which wasn’t so fit for HeartLand. Everyone else was a couple or on their first date.

“Miss Amane please get on the bus or we’ll leave you,” Miss Burch yelled. “Okay then Miss bitch,” Misa whispered under her breath. “Bye guys muah much.” She kissed her frienimes goodbye.

“Eww.” Hell no.” Get a fucking room.” She cussed and scoffed at some kids making out as she walked. Then she got to your seat. “Hi Y/n you missed me?” She sat down next to you plopping her bag on your lap. “Looks like we're the only ones that don’t have a boyfriend here huh.”

“Light broke up with me again.” Apparently he’s to busy fighting with L so he can’t pay attention to me.”

“I’m so tired of him treating me like I'm only a bother. I mean I devote my whole life to that boy.” Ooo I have an idea!” You swore you saw her eyes flash red for a second. She pulled a pink book out of her Prada bag. “L law- whatever is a homewreaking whore.” After you watched her right multiple slurs and a couple f bombs.

“Misa girl” you whispered yelled. “You can’t slurs there not yours to use,” you warned. “Exactly that’s why I didn’t say them.” I wrote them Y/n you’re so silly,” she laughed.

“That’s not the point you dumbass,” you huffed. “You know I’m a so-called “faggot” too.” You were referring to what she wrote.

“Oh shit I forgot about that,” Misa winced. “Sorry it was a heat of the moment kind of thing I’m a ally to the lgtv community don’t worry.”

“Weren't you dating that girl Lana?” You guys were so cute together!” Pfft I wish I was dating her,” you confessed. “She ended up dating Ryla and then Ryla turned her against me.” Now I’m bitchless and friendless.”

“Y/n I know a perfect way to get all those feelings out your head.” Misa scooted the burn book in your lap. “Write them down!”

Normally you would never do something like this but it wasn’t a normal situation. Years of friendship went down the drain. All her for Lana to end up with the school crackhead. So you wrote until the page was all filled with vile sayings.

“Do you feel better now,” she inquired. You looked down at the page tears began to slip down your face. You were supposed to hold them in and not show any form of vulnerability around a bully like Misa.

Surprisingly she didn’t say anyone rude remarks to you instead she put her hand on your shoulder. “Hey stop crying we have a whole day at HeartLand ahead of us.”

“We,” you questioned her? “Yes we I’ll spend the day with you.” Besides your the only not gross one.”

“Um thank you?” Your welcome now rest we have a long time ahead.” You took her advice your eyes were tired from crying anyways.

You woke up to music Misa was listening to something. “Sorry.” She turned her phone completely down. “It’s okay I needed to wake up shortly.” No you didn’t you where only sleep for 20 minutes we still have 2 hours.”

“2 hours, you grumbled. “Let’s watch a movie to pass time.” She pulled out her eye pad. “Here take a headphone,” she directed.

You took a headphone and watched some weird movie called “Mean Girls”. The main character and everyone else in the cast was aggravating well except for Kevin G. He was so real. And the teachers weren't so bad.

After the movie ended you and Misa discussed it you had nothing else to do. “Regina was such a queen kathie or whatever her name was should have stayed out her way!”

“Really how stupid are you!” The whole point of the movie was to call out girls like Regina.” Maybe you can’t see that because your such a mean girl yourself.”

“I’m not mean L/n I’m just very honest.” And ignorant, insecure, idiotic,” you ranted. “Hey, will you girls shut the hell up I’m trying to sleep,” Miss Burk yelled. “Sorry Miss Burk,” you apologized.

“More like Miss Bitch,” Misa reminded you. “No way you call her that too Misa?” Of course, I came up with it in the burn book.” I spreaded it around the school.

“Maybe your funny after all.” Sorry for calling you out back there.” It’s okay me and my friends argue like that all the time.” All the time,” you cringed. “They shouldn’t be saying those things?” Yeah I know but who else can I hang out with?”

“You can hang with me,” you suggested. “I’d like that,” Misa admitted. “Finally where here,” you sighed. You stretched then grabbed your carry on.

“They don’t have anyone to carry our bags what kinda establishment is this,” Misa fumed. “A basic amusement land.” Gosh your so spoiled just give me the damn bag!”

“Thank you Y/n!” She ran up and hugged you. You instantly regretted agreeing to carry it. Her bag felt like a ton of bricks. “What the hell is in here,” you paced. “My platforms, 7 outfits, curling iron, iPad, lab top.” Would you like me to go on?”

“No id like to be in the hotel now.” You carried her bag to the hotel. Right as you got in the lobby you dropped it on the ground having no strength left. “I have expensive things in there watch it.”

You rolled your eyes getting a cart for your things. “Okay Y/n, Misa you guys are getting the suite on floor 5.”

“A suite I get to stay in a suite,” you exclaimed. “Yes everyone does that charity club pays off,” Miss Burk informed.

“Hurry up and go unpack lunch is in 2 hours.” Okay, thank you, Miss.” You took the elevator upstairs Misa was in the room before you.

“Hi, roomie!” Aren’t you excited Y/n you’ll get to sleep with me!” Don’t say it like that it sounds wrong,” you shushed her. “But wow this room is beautiful,” you gushed.

You were staying at diamond hearts hotel. Everything was sparkling even the bathroom which had a clear bathtub. “So cool!” The toilet was made of marble.

“Have you never stayed in a suite before,” Misa asked? “No never my parents did but of course, they never bring me with them.”

“We’ll you’ll have plenty of time to spend in here tonight.” Let’s go now,” she rushed you.“Fine damn.” You tossed your purse on then headed downstairs. “So where to first,” you inquired. “What about Thornefilled maze it’s so pretty now that’s it summer all the roses are out,” she explained.

You agreed to go with her taking a trolley since it was far away. “It’s so cramped in here I’m not used to this.” Spoiled Princess Misa was used to having her own personal golf cart to drive her around the park. “Its not to bad at least where not walking.”

“Your right about that.” You arrived to Thorne filled Maze. Before you actually entered the maze made of tall rose bushes that wrapped around the garden you had to sign a long wavier. There was also some snack stands you walked over to one. “Two pink lemonades please,” you ordered.

You got your lemonades then headed over to Misa. “Here you go.” You handed her the lemonade. “Ooo strawberry thanks my sweets!” Now finally let’s go on ahead,” she begged.

She grabbed your arm pulling you into the start of the maze.

Time skip to 3 hours later. “Let’s take a break,” Misa begged. “No stop already,” you seethed. “We’ve been walking for three hours because of you and your breaks.”

“Stop acting like a child and get up and maybe we can get out of here.” Your stomach was rumbling and you had to pee. The more you walked the more annoying she became.

It was like she lead you in the wrong direction on purpose. “I’ve tooken one break what the hell are you talking about?” One to many,” you remarked. “Im not used to walking a damn marathon I’m sorry about that,” she hissed.

“Yeah because your used to sitting on your ass all day and getting drove around.” I’m crises like these it’s not good to be rich and weak.” Im not weak you stupid dweab!”

“Yes the hell you are you have no muscles or mass.” Could a weak person do this then?” Misa charged at you knocking you to the ground. “Get off of me,” you screamed.

“No, you need to stop talking to me like we're on the same level faggot.” You gasped at her harsh words and tone. You shouldn’t have been surprised she was just a bully after all.

She got off of you realizing what she was doing. “Shit I’m so sorry you know I didn’t mean it!” She ran after you but ended up slipping on a vine. “Haha, I bet those damn demoniacs aren’t too cute now,” you teased flipping her off.

You walked on until you found a employee. “The maze closed an hour ago what are you still doing here,” they asked. “I’m sorry I got lost.” They escorted you out of the maze and since the maze was closed there was no trolley so you walked all the way to the hotel room.

At first you where thinking of telling the employee about Misa still being in the maze. But she needed the cardio. You got the hotel and relaxed for a bit in your suite. You got in the whirlpool tub they had washing away all the dirt from the rose bushes.

You did your skincare and put on some perfume then headed down to the buffet. It was around 5 so it would be a early dinner but you couldn’t wait. You where in the middle of tearing your food up when you saw Misa walk in the lobby.

Her mascara was running down her face and her knees where bleeding. Her chunky demonias were in her hands while she walked in nothing but tights and her slip. Even though she was a bitch she looked horrendous. Which was a way she would never be caught dead looking.

You decided to be nice and bring her up a tray of food. You opened the door with your keycard. “Misa,” you called. “What.” She answered you her voice sounding cold. “I brought you food and bandages.” You peaked into the open bathroom door.

“You can come in I see you in the mirror.” You walked into the bathroom. Misa was in the tub running cold water on her knees. “Here let me help you,” you offered after seeing her bleeding. “Oh, you wanna help me now?” After you left me in that damn thornefeild?!”

“After you took off I tried to walk back.” But I busted my knee so I was limping.” Some guys got lost in the maze too.” Of course, they recognized me as the famous model Misa Misa,” she mocked the magazines.

“They got handsy fast taking advantage of the fact that I was alone.” Only because you left me,” she shrieked. “Lucky me an employee cared enough to stay behind.” She swooped in like some sort of guardian angel.”

“Before that, another girl got lost so she came looking for any stragglers .” That girl should have been you.” Why didn’t you come back for me,” she burst into tears. “Oh my god I’m so sorry Misa I should’ve went back.”

“I really fucking should have!” You went to hug her but she pushed you away. “I understand that your mad but please atleast let me help you.” Fine I’ll let you help me.” You pulled her out of the tub. You rubbed aquaphor that you happened to carry with you on her scrapes.

She winced in pain almost kicking you. “I’m sorry I know it hurts.” Her left knee was all red and swollen. You hurriedly wrapped her bandages then carried her to bed. “One final thing,” you announced. “A kiss on the boo bo always makes it feel better.” You kissed both of her knees causing her to giggle.

“Thank you Y/n.” No problem Misa I’m sorry again.” We where supposed to stick together for the day and I went against our promise.” It’s okay I shouldn’t have called you any of those things.”

“Yeah really you need to be educated on why not to say slurs that don’t belong to you.” You know gay people themselves can only say that right?”

“What if I am gay people though,” Misa announced. “What do you mean,” you questioned. “I think I’m bi L/n I’ve only just realized this now.” Well I only just confirmed this now.”

“Damn really right in this moment?” Are you sure about this Misa you’re not just using this moment to get out of trouble?” No I’m sure 1000 percent.”

“We’ll congrats on coming out I guess,” you shrugged. “Thank you Y/n I appreciate you.” Thanks for putting up with me all day.” It was a challenge but this is the most fun I had in a while so your welcome.”

Misa stared at you for awhile like she was expecting something else. “What is it Misa?” Maybe it just the fact that I just poured my whole heart out to you. It just seems like you don’t care.”

“Wait I thought you were just saying you were Bi or whatever.” Misa you have feelings for me?” Me Y/n L/n is getting confessed to by Misa Misa,” you gleamed. “We’ll you are a spoiled brat.” But I don’t think you mean any harm.” So I guess maybe with a little time I can like you back.”

“With a little time,” she frowned. “Yes, time I just found this out your not exactly someone I was found of yesterday.” You used to bully me did that slip your mind magically?”

“I only did that to get you alone.” So those other leeches would stay away from you.” I lost all my friends because of that,” you fumed.

“Look Y/n I’m sorry,” she trembled. “I am an idiot that gets what I want in stupid ways.” But I don’t know any other way.” I bullied you because I loved you.”

She had everything handed to her since birth so she was right. She didn’t know how to properly ask for things. So you excused her behavior in this moment.

“Fine I forgive you.” What really,” Misa rejoiced. “Yes really,” you groaned. “I have something even better then a apology to make it up to you L/n.”

“And what’s that,” you sighed. “A need for you to sit on my face.” Or maybe you could just apologize,” you suggested. “Or maybe you could just sit on my face.” Chose one or the other.”

And that’s how you ended up grinding on Japan’s number one models face. “Soo good!” Your grip on her pigtails tightened forcing her nose to drive further in your folds. You heard muffles come from underneath you sending vibrations up your slit.

It felt good but you didn’t want her to suffocate. You balanced yourself on your knees. “You okay down there Misa?” You heard a muffled mmhhm. So you continued grinding along her mouth.

You where smothering her head a bit but she enjoyed it. You tasted so sweet along her tounge. That’s why she slurped any juice that fell from your gushing hole. Her nose inhaled your scent brushing along your clit.

You could feel every breath she took sending cold air and goosebumps up your body. Her tounge lapped at your bundle of nerves as much as it could. But you where moving so much. It felt like you couldn’t control your body as your hips ground deeper across her face.

You held your breath for no reason releasing just to feel even more hazy. Your throat was dry since your mouth was hanging open drool pouring from the sides. You felt her nails digging into your thighs. She had to keep you from squirming some how.

Your toes coiled and your grip on the headboard now tightened. Of course you touched your self before but this was a whole nother experience. You felt every little kitten lick and share of Silva. In these moments you feel so sensitive. Only a couple minutes in and you felt so close to cumming.

This whole experience was completely different then what you imagined. But Misa’s skilled tounge seemed to guide you threw your orgasm. She licked up every last drop of your cream. You fell back on there your legs still shaking.

“Think you can give me one more,” she smirked. “I’ll give you whatever you want after that,” you smiled back at her.

Misa looked down at your flustered face. You lips looked all swollen from biting down on them and your eyes where still glossy. But in that moment you never looked more hot to her.

So she bent down kissing you like you could leave at any moment. Her tounge explored your mouth releasing the taste of cum. She broke apart for air. “Can we try something?” I just need you to trust me.”

You where surprised you agreed to this yourself. But there you where on all fours getting your ass ate. Her tounge swirled around inside you. Her goal was to make you lose enough to take her fingers.

And after spitting and dipping her tounge back into your crevices she did just that. You sucked in her finger greedily. You whimpered at the new feelings. You where shocked Misa wasn't making fun of you for being a virgin who couldn’t take shit the whole time.

She seemed to focus on her task to care. Both of her hands worked on breaching your holes. You fell flat on your stomach from the pressure your wobbly legs finally giving in.

The sound of your wetness filled the room along with your quivering moans. The overstimulation from your last orgasm remained. Causing you to fall faster into Misa’s quick game of making you cum.

She removed her fingers from your asshole replacing them with a small buttplug. The metallic cool feeling sent shivers up your spine. You full to the brim as she dove her fingers as deep as they could possibly go into you hitting your gspot.

You could do nothing but shove your head in the pillows trying not to have the hotel hear you getting dumbed down to nothing but a pillow princess.

You came after a couple of more strokes of her fingers. Your liquids flowing down her fingers once again making lewd noises while doing so.

You moaned again into the pillow coming down from your second high. Misa looked at her creation a dumbed down submissive version. Way different from your normal self. This is what she had worked so hard for. Or paid so much for.

She had to convince Lana you didn’t like her somehow. Not to mention to pay Mrs. Burk to not allow Misa’s fake friends to tag along on the trip. And to pay those men and that employee in the Field. To think you actually believed her story of her taking a bad fall.

You were so naive so easy to wrap around her finger. and even though you cost her almost 20k that day. She would do anything to have what she wanted. You were right she was a spoiled brat.

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[longeyelashedtragedy]

your wip collection is insanely wonderful. Arsenal crime au??? tell me when. also the locker room fic but, you know, no pressure.

my words (or any conjugation of them?): gentle, bloody, touch

thank you! so far i've really just talked about the crime AU with @colorsofmyseason and i don't yet know what role everyone has. mikel himself is this mysterious and menacing underworld figure and i don't think anyone even knows exactly what he does 👀 martin poisons people and aaron is a corrupt cop (as part of rob's Sad Backstory)

let's see...

gentle:

He’s fast.  So Dejan moves fast, too.  Fuck being a gentleman.  If he was ever that, he hasn’t been for a long time now.  He takes Šime by the shoulders, glancing at the big cross on his chest for a moment, and pushes him hard onto the bed. (mare liberum)

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The door slams and Granit stares at his brother and his cousin.

“Are you high?  I hope not.  And put your fucking dick away.  God.”

“Taulant.”  Agon grabs Taulant’s arm, and his voice is shaking.  “Be--be gentle.  Okay?” (dangerous AU flashback chapter 2)

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Sergio shrugs. “You can say whatever you want.  Just, I’m not a very good…therapist.  That’s Pilar’s thing.”

“What, because she’s a woman?”  Shakira rolls her eyes.  “Gerard always said he liked what an asshole you were.  I don’t think I can say the same.”

“And I always felt that way about him,” Sergio admits.  “But the kind of asshole he turned out to be?  Nah, I’m an asshole, maybe, but I’m a gentleman too.” (revenge pegging!!!)

bloody:

And I get along with everyone, he adds.

The captain snorts.  Oh, you do?  Some of my men were talking.  There was a fight down at one of the pubs.  One of the men in the fight got beaten to a bloody pulp.  They’re not sure if he lived.  His eyes sweep over Dejan’s face.  Show me your hands. (mare liberum)

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somehow that's...it for 'bloody' from my WIPs? Dangerous AU has it in chapters already published hahaha

touch:

Who else would send Mason a video from an out-of-touch middle-aged-man angle with terrible lighting? ('bitter mutual cheating' fic...really could use a title lol)

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“Yeah, I saw him kill a guy once, in Hamburg,” Xherdan offers.  “I don’t think you should touch him.”

“You saw him WHAT???”

“Brozo, shut up, you can’t possibly not know this,” Luka says.  “C’mon, Dejo.  Show him what you got.” (mare liberum)

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Mladen’s current favorite song is Touch the Sky, and he gets on the bus singing obnoxiously over his headphones:

“Testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly, for the day I die, Imma touch the SKY!”

Ivan sighs.  He isn’t sure if he’s in the mood for Mladen today, but his friend slides into the seat Ivan’s left free for him, bumping their hips together on purpose. “What are you listening to?” He takes Ivan’s iPod instead of waiting for an answer. “Dude. You’ve been listening to this all week.” (ivan coming of age fic)

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Christine's had her hair tied back and she takes it down and shakes it out around her shoulders as she looks away from the window. It is pretty hair, darker than his used to be, and she looks nice the way things in a museum look nice. You admire them without touching and then you leave them there.  (10022...damn this fic must have some serious diversity of word choices...it keeps coming up)

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Granit slips him another bundle of 100-euro notes.  That gets him the right to put his hands on Angelo’s chest and touch his skinny stomach and little nipples.  Sure, money can’t buy love, but Granit knows he’ll never have that anyway, and money can buy all the rest of it. (dangerous AU flashback 2)

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And then Granit flips Leandro onto his stomach and kisses hot and wet up and down his spine and touches him less delicately than Kieran and Martin now do, but still with respect.

Mikel Arteta watches it all without a word, his dark eyes boring holes into his boyfriend and into Leandro. (leo's memories from criminals au)

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Granit touches the back of Milot’s neck. This morning he had taken the chain from around his neck and given it to Milot.  It was a gift from his uncle.  He doesn’t need that anymore.  And it’s a nice way for Milot to know he belongs to someone now. (another dangerous AU flashback)

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Leandro is starving. He wishes there were a squatter in the building, a burglar, someone. Anyone. It would spoil him from the meal he plans for later, sure, but he’s feeling slightly light-headed, his skin cold even to his own touch. But the next human he’s likely to see is Rob, and he doesn’t wish to feed from him.  (criminals AU)

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“He is so smooth.  Touch him Mikel, come on.”

At the feeling of his manager’s hand on his balls Martin’s face burns the color of their home kit.   (xhakarteta X martin threesome that i've abandoned!)

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“You have blood all over your face,” Granit comments. 

“Yes. Don’t—don’t touch my face. I don’t want it on you.” (dangerous AU christmas chapter)

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Šime flops into the passenger seat. He doesn’t want to be rude to Vanja, or make anything even more awkward. But it’s just that up here Luka’s cologne smells so strong and it would be so easy to reach over and just touch him while telling him he still thinks about being a Zadarska Dica with him just about every week. And he’s so bad at resisting temptation when he’s drunk. ("we light up the world, ancient luka/šime fic)

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[jaassmmmiinne0420]

I just finished getting dressed and I texted the girls letting them know I'm going to walk today no particular reason it's just a pretty day and the school is only a block away. I put on my headphones and play my playlist as I'm walking to school I admire the beautiful morning, I make it to school and I'm just in my own little world when I get to my locker, I feel a little tap on my shoulder I turn around to see ...him. " Dean ... what's up" I say a little awkwardly " Hey we break up and know you don't know how to act around me come on Em" he says as he puts his arm around me and walks with me, I kindly remove his arm from my shoulder " Seriously Dean what's up we haven't spoken in 2 months" I say " I miss you Em" he says. What am I supposed to say to that? I mean yeah, he would always be special to me but I can't be in a relationship with him our relationship drained me, I look at him and sigh " Look Dean you know you'll always have a special place in my heart but I just can't be with you anymore I love and care for you truly I do but our time is over please ... understand that" I say hoping that'll be the end of this conversation " Em come on I've changed for the better.. for you" he says while standing in my way "No Dean" I say sternly I can see him getting agitated as he was about to say something my girls walked up " Hey Em you ready for class" Megan asks " Yeah Dean and I were just saying goodbye" I responded, the three of us walk off and I let out a big sigh " Thank you" I say to the both of them they nod their heads and walk me to class. I can't believe Dean wanting to get back together that relationship was fucking draining, he never cheated on me or anything, but I know he wanted to or at least thought about it. Every time I would express my feelings, he would dismiss them and be so quick to call me insecure, and he would just check out other girls prioritize a lot of things and people over me. For example, for our second-year anniversary he stood me up because, his friends and him wanted to play some new video game that just dropped after I had made plans and reservations and he told me to get ready but there I was at home all dolled up and excited to celebrate just be stood up. Anyway, I sit in class listening to the teacher ramble on about whatever he was teaching when the class got interrupted by the door being opened " Is this Mr. Wilsons class?" the boy asked " Yes, and you are?" Mr. Wilson asked, " Oh I'm Grayson, Grayson Dolan my schedule got changed" he said as he gave the teacher his schedule Mr. Wilson looks at it and nods " There's an open seat next to Ms. Ruiz sit there, Ms. Ruiz raise your hand" he said as he returned to teaching. I do as told and the boy walks over to me, " Hey, are we supposed to be writing this down?" he asked quietly I shake my head no " He said since it's the first week we don't have to unless we want to, but I did in case you want them" I whispered to him he nods, and I give him my notes. I look up at him and realized it's him ... the boy I hit with the door " Hey! How's your head?" I asked quietly his eyes widen " m-my what?" he stutters why would h- oh that's nasty of him I think to myself " Eww no you pervert I meant from the other day I hit you with the door ... remember? " I asked he looks at me weirdly again. " Okay why do you keep looking at me like that?" I say kind of annoyed. " Um, because you never hit me with a door now that I think about, you're the girl I bumped into on the first day... sorry about that again" he says with a chuckle.  " Okay now I know you got a concussion because I definitely hit you with the bathroom door the other day during lunch" I say with a little sass in my tone, "Woah okay calm down if you want to hit with a door just say that but you most definitely di-" he stopped in his tracks and starts laughing. Okay yeah, he really must've taken a hit because what the hell I think to myself, " You must've hit my twin brother Ethan." he explains. "Ooh you're a twin that makes sense you had me thinking I was the one going crazy" I laugh. He shakes

[xisadorapurlowx]

Jai's Story: Chapter 2

The night was cold, as they travelled out of the Capital city. Jai and his friends all banded together in a car and made their way through the countryside in a grey van.

Antonio had moved out of London a few months after Eliza’s death and into a house in Dorset county, near a town called Brockenhurst. 

It was a nice change being out in the countryside, Jai thought. He had barely seen it when he was in University. Even though it was dark and he could barely see the country, it was comforting to just know that there was a forest surrounding him. 

Throughout the drive, Tim, Titan and Goldie all sat in the back. Tim performed card tricks and dished out the cards to play various games, while Lithop drove in silence, listening intently to the conversation going on in the back.

Finally, they arrived at Antonio's house and Jai clambered into the back, over the seats. 

Titan, Lithop, Goldie and Tim all began to suit up in black suits, pushing back their hair in black ski masks, brushing it out of their eyes. 

Jai popped open his laptop where he was already able to view the security cameras. He did a quick scan of the house, finding the driveway to be empty. The lights in the house were turned off. 

“It seems as though you won’t need to use the distraction, Goldie. He’s not home.” 

“Got it. So, we’ll head in now.” Goldie looked to his comrades for confirmation. 

The group collectively nodded and left the van. 

Jai kept an eye on the cameras, putting a pair of headphones over his ears. He had to be completely sure of when Antonio came back from wherever he was. If only they could have come up here earlier and placed a tracker on his car or something. He sighed, frustrated as he watched Lithop begin to fiddle with the front door’s lock and open it. 

“We’re in.” Jai heard her mutter through her mouth piece. 

The group entered the house and out of Jai’s sight. This was normal when they were on jobs like this. Jai would watch the cameras and the others would go in. It was a waste of his talents really.

He was a man with an over 200 IQ, this work was beneath him. If only they would just let him go on one mission with them, he could prove that he was more than just a security guard for them. 

“It’s so weird to go through someone else's house.” Tim commented after agreeing to split up. 

“It’s not the first time I’ve done it.” Lithop snickered. “You have to remember that this guys’ a suspect in a murder case, no need to feel guilty about it if that’s what you’re feeling.” 

“I don’t feel guilty! Anyone would feel weird going through other people's stuff, it’s how I felt when I was looking for a motherboard for Isaac’s computer and stumbled across his Shrek fanfiction. ” Tim hissed back.

“You found my fanfiction!?” Jai snapped at him, “I’m going through your search history when we get out of here.” 

“Guys, no time for bickering.” Titan told them, “We should split up, two of us should search the ground floor, the other two should take the upstairs.” 

“I can take downstairs, I could find something suspicious quicker on my own.” Lithop assured. 

“Right, then the two of you should come upstairs with me.”

The group split off and Jai continued at his very boring task.

“Nothing yet Jai?” Tim asked.

“Nope.”

“Okay, so that’s the living room.” Lithop muttered, “Nothing in here, although I find it hard to believe that anyone would keep something as valuable as evidence of a murder in plain sight.” 

“What are we even looking for anyway?” Tim asked.

“I’m not sure, anything that could incriminate him? Guns, poisons or weapons?” Goldie proposed, “Hm, this is difficult.” 

“Entering the son's room.” Tim announced. 

An idea suddenly occurred to Jai, “If we can’t find anything related to the murder investigation, the least we could do is find something else incriminating some other crimes.” Although he kept the mafia boss thing to himself, he was certain that if they can’t find evidence of murder, then they will find something related to his other crimes. 

Antonio’s list of crimes were:

Weapons Trafficking.

Drug Trafficking.

Murder in all the degrees. 

Destruction of evidence

Complicit in murder

Obstruction of justice

Money laundering

Assault

Premeditated murder

Bribery

Yeah, there’s no way he could have hidden all of that.

Jai snorted, “You have to find any evidence of sin.” He added some gravel to his voice.

He heard Goldie laugh, Titan sigh disappointed, Tim and Lithop both snicker.

“Maybe there will be evidence of gambling?” Tim added, snorting. “The worst sin of all.” 

“Isaac, Tim, I think you both need to go to a rehab facility for your chronic internet addiction. Find anything Tim?” Titan asked, changing the course of the conversation.

“Nothing much, this kid is super religious, talk about a Jesus freak. He has a cross above his bed, a portrait of the Virgin Mary above a bookshelf, a Bible on his bedside table and in his desk drawer. He has a picture of his mother and a few birthday invites as well. Definitely a Mama’s boy.” 

“Birthday invites?” Jai frowned.

“For his eighteenth, seems as though it’s going to be some kind of costume party.” There was a frown in Tim’s voice, “And there’s a picture of this brunette girl, do you think that’s his girlfriend?” 

“That’s not important right now, we’ll just make a note of it and move on.” Titan spoke. 

The group was silent for a moment, before she gasped, “Guys, I got something, in the suspects office. There’s a locked drawer in his desk.” 

“I’ll be up to open it.” Lithop said.

Lights appeared in the driveway and Jai spoke fast, “I don’t think that’s a good idea, the guys just pulled into his driveway.” 

“Shit!” Tim muttered. 

“Make your escape now, he’s still in the car!” 

Jai watched the cameras as Tim and Lithop leapt out of the windows. 

Tim landed in the garden and rolled, then dashed to a blindspot in the cameras. Lithop landed in the back garden too and joined him. They were out of sight, but Jai didn’t see Titan and Goldie.

“Guys, where are you?” Jai asked, panic rising in his voice. 

His heart thumped loudly in his chest as Titan responded, “The door’s locked from the outside! And the windows are locked shut!” 

“Hide, somewhere, anywhere!”

The car doors opened and revealed their suspect: Antonio Angelico.

He was a tall, domineering man. He wore a suit and tie, as if he was just coming back from working at an office. 

Out of another car door, stepped a younger man. His hair was cut short and he wore a trench coat with a band t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans with boots. He was pale, his eyes shadowed with dark bags under them, giving him a more gaunt appearance. 

“Leo, I want you to invite this group of people,” Antonio hands a paper to his son and then approaches the front door. 

Leo followed after his father, “Okay dad. Can I go as the Red Death?” 

“I don’t see why you have to ask me, it’s your birthday party.” Antonio responded as he opened the front door. 

The men entered the house and vanished from sight. 

“Guys, find a way out, break a window, something!” Lithop urged. 

Jai had never heard Lithop panic before, but her voice was growing more and more frightened.

Silence responded back and then there was faint mumbling.

Jai suddenly had an idea and spoke to Titan, “I understand you guys aren’t in a position to speak, but turn on your phones and call me if they’re in the room.” 

His phone rang and Jai picked it up and attached it to his laptop so it would go through the coms for the rest of the group to hear.

The conversation persisted, “Well, what is your request?” Antonio asked.

“I want you to assure me that this isn’t just a cover for your… business.” Leo replied. There was a tremor in his voice as he spoke and Jai furrowed his eyebrows. 

Something wasn’t right about this exchange.

There’s a shaky breath drawn in, “Because if so, I don’t want these men coming to my party. It’s my birthday and these things are supposed to be fun.” 

There was a gasp and then the sound of quick footsteps. 

“Leo, the whole reason for the Masquerade is so that they won’t be spotted and so that you won’t know who has come and who hasn’t. That’s the whole reason I arranged it so it was a costume party, so I could do it without being caught by the police.” Antonio gave an annoyed sigh.

“But I never wanted a large party anyway!” Leo snapped at his father, “I wanted to go out with Aunty Kaye and Charity! I only agreed to it because it was my eighteenth and I thought it could be fun, but if it’s just some cover for your work, I don’t want it at all!” 

“Do you have any idea how hard I worked so we could live here?!” Antonio shot back. 

There was an audible shriek, “G-Get away from me, dad!” 

“Do you know what I’ve had to do so that you don't get into trouble at all? So that those kids at school wouldn’t beat the hell out of you everyday? So that you can fill your ungrateful belly with good food rather than commoner trash? All this ‘illegal shit’ is what gave us this life!” 

Fast footsteps are heard again before the sound of a loud thunk against the floor. Antonio’s voice was quiet again and he asked his son, “Do you really want to end up like your mother, Leonard?” 

Jai’s eyes widened as he heard sobbing from the other end of the line, “N-No dad! Just leave me alone! I can’t breathe!” 

“Oh stop with this hyperventilating nonsense, you’re fine!” 

“I think I’m having a heart attack!” The boy screamed in panic and Jai ripped off his headphones, disgusted. 

His heart was in his throat, his hands shook, his breath  was uneven and his body threatened to go into a freak out himself.

This man wasn’t a murderer, he was a monster. 

Gritting his teeth, he took his headphones and apprehensively put them back on his head.

“We have to do something.” Tim whispered into their coms. “We have to get Titan and Goldie out of there!” 

“But there’s no way out of there without them knowing!” Jai said, “It’s not like you can cause a distraction, otherwise-”

The sound of glass shattering came from the coms.

Jai felt his heart jump in his chest as silence fell over the coms.

“D-Dad?” The boy's voice came over the radio.

“Stay here Leo. I think it came from your room.” 

A heavy foot falls came, the door opened and closed softly. 

The group were silent as Jai scanned the security cameras. 

Tim was standing at the base of the son's window, watching it as if he was going to serenade the homicidal maniac that was about to enter the room.

“W-Who are you- HEY!” 

Jai flipped back to the security cameras and watched as Titan and Goldie shot out of the second story window and out into the back garden, thick white smoke following after them.

There’s a thumping on the back of the van and the group steps inside, Lithop and Tim joined by Titan and Goldie. 

The four of them looked pale with fear and anxiety. 

“Isaac, we have to get out of here now!” Titan said. Her voice sounded exactly as he felt. 

“W-What about his son?” He asked, “We can’t leave him there!” 

“We’re going to have to.” Tim said, “We’ll go and get him.” 

“How?!” Jai panicked. 

“Don’t worry about it, let’s just go!” Tim strapped himself into the van and stared at the floor, his eyes suddenly going vacant.

Lithop climbed into the front of the van, wiping her runny nose alongside her sleeve as they set off, tears in her eyes. 

The van was silent, the playfulness in the air on the way there, completely diminished.

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