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hannyoontify · 9 months

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my love language is tteokbokki - yoon jeonghan

member | yoon jeonghan x reader

genre | pure fluff, comfort??, established relationship!au, high school!au

word count | 1.9k

synopsis | just like you were there for him, jeonghan is there for you when you need it most–through tteokbokki

warnings | a hefty amount of food mentions (mostly tteokbokki), reader is stressed and overworks and doubts themself??

notes | absolutely completely wholly 100% self indulgent and i am not ashamed. also it's pissing me off that jeonghan's hair color in the photo doesn't match the description in the writing but whatever it's 2:30 am

You rubbed your tired eyes with a stifled yawn. They were sore and probably blood-shot from staring at your computer screen for almost the entire day and on top of that, you could also feel your fingers cramping.

You were going through a few wrist exercises when you heard your room door open.

"Mom, I promise I'll eat dinner after I finish this-" You turned around, expecting the familiar sight of your mother, dressed in an apron and rosy cheeked, telling you to come downstairs for dinner.

But in her place, was your boyfriend. He tilted his head in a childish manner, reminding you of a young pup with a small smile.

"Jeonghan," You said breathlessly.

"Hey cutie. Do I still have to wait until you're done or...?" Jeonghan asked with a boyish grin.

You shook your head violently and patted the bed next to your desk, signaling him to sit down. He set down a plastic package and you could smell tteokbokki wafting out from the bag. You reached inside to see what it was, and as you expected, it was rose tteokbokki with extra cheese. He knew you so well.

You always ate rose tteokbokki whenever you were stressed or overwhelmed with schoolwork. You had an insanely low spice tolerance so even regular tteokbokki had you fighting for your life, let alone buldak ramyeon. So you resorted to rose tteokbokki, which was more friendly for you.

Before Jeonghan could finish situating himself on your bed, you launched yourself into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in tightly, your cheek pressed against his.

"Thank you," you mumbled into his neck. The two of you wriggled around in your small bed until you were in a more comfortable position. Jeonghan was lying on his side, propping his head up with one arm and the other splayed across your torso. You were lying on your back, pressed flush against your boyfriend as your hands roamed across his shoulders, face, and hair. He had cut it recently, changing back to shorter, black hair from his previous long, almost bob-cut like black hair. You were a little distressed at first at the change, but you liked him in whatever hairstyle he had. Even when he had shoulder length hair back in freshman year.

"Anything for my darling," Jeonghan pressed a kiss on your forehead and you pretended to frown.

"Cheesy much," you mumbled, finding comfort in his warmth. You nuzzled up closer to him, pressing your nose into his neck and you breathed in his familiar smell.

"Mm.. but you like it."

You didn't bother responding because it was true. The combination of Jeonghan's soothing touches, his warmth, and his sweet smelling cologne slowly lulled you to sleep. Once you realized this, you shook yourself awake and sat up, surprising Jeonghan in the process.

"I need to finish this personal statement," you groaned as you clambered out of bed and sat yourself down at your desk.

"Can't you write it later? I wrote all of my personal statements a week before they were due and I got into a good college,” Jeonghan whined dramatically.

"Sorry pooks but I didn't have a life altering injury like lateral epicondylitis like you did so I don't have much to write about,” you said, almost sarcastically. You only ever called him pooks as a joke, almost like a warning that you were going to get upset soon.

Jeonghan didn't respond and let you work. He knew how stressed you were this semester, with work and school on top of working on college applications, essays, and scholarships. Luckily, he had to do all of this last year, and with your help (and kisses), he was able to graduate high school with his sanity intact.

He thought it was his turn to take care of you, so he sat himself up on your bed and watched you work. You were wearing your blue light glasses and you squinted at your computer screen as your fingers flew across the keyboard. He watched the way you buried your bottom lip under your teeth when you were stuck, and the way you would slowly begin to hunch over more and more before you would correct your posture. He knew your biggest fear was getting scoliosis at the ripe age of 17.

You felt yourself being pulled into a trance when you found a newfound boost of motivation. Your brain was moving too fast for your fingers. Leaving the typos up to grammarly, you continued to type with newfound rigor. When you felt something warm and sweet smelling tap against your lips, you opened your mouth automatically, without breaking concentration.

The rice cake Jeonghan just fed you was still warm. The sauce was soft and creamy, with a tinge of sweetness that balanced out the spiciness. You licked your lips for any remnant sauce and opened your mouth again to Jeonghan's direction, your eyes never leaving the screen and your fingers never stopping.

Jeonghan scoffed at the sight but who was he to say no? With gentle, loving eyes, he fed you another rice cake, this time wrapped in eomuk.

That was how you ate dinner that night. Jeonghan would silently offer tteokbokki and you would accept the food. Not once did you break eye contact with your computer throughout this entire exchange. You didn't speak either, just an occasional 'oh my god this is so good' and 'mmm'. After you were done eating, Jeonghan held a water cup to your lips, letting you have a few sips before taking the cup away again. He knew that the only liquid you had probably consumed that day was caffeine.

Once he was done cleaning up, he shuffled around your bedroom, picking up miscellaneous trash and clothing he found on your floor. Jeonghan tried his best to be quiet so as to not disturb you. He knew how hard you tried to be quiet when he was working on college applications. He also knew how much effort you put into taking care of him when he was applying to colleges.

Trying his best to replicate what you did for him, Jeonghan cleaned up your room, turned on your air humidifier with a few drops of lemon essential oil. He put away all of your older coffee mugs and energy drink cans (and while he was at it, he made sure to comfort your parents, who were a bit concerned for your well-being, something you also did for him a year ago).

Once he cleaned up everything, he re-made your bed, fluffing your pillows and spraying your pillows with a sleep spray he borrowed from Seungkwan so you could sleep peacefully after you were done.

Feeling satisfied with his work, Jeonghan pulled up a spare chair next to you and alternated between watching YouTube videos and watching you work. He took this as a chance to admire your features. The way your nose bridge sloped down and your bright eyes that reflected the light of your computer screen. Your pretty lips that were pushed into a pout as you focused on your writing. He admired the way you mumbled under your breath when you proofread a paragraph and the way you took an occasional break to stretch out your wrist and neck. He made it a point to always press his lips against yours during these breaks, a gentle reminder to you that he was there if you needed anything or just for silent moral support.

Once the clock hit 10 pm, Jeonghan softly nudged your arm. "Angel? It's bedtime."

"One more sentence," you mumbled. Your fingers seemed to move faster than before, if that was even possible, until you dramatically threw yourself back with your arms in the air. "Done!"

Jeonghan chuckled and kissed your forehead. "I'm so proud of you, love. Go wash up, and join me for bed."

Your brain was too tired to even process what he just said, you simply trailed to the bathroom with half-lidded eyes. Jeonghan chuckled and turned off the lights before climbing into your bed and making himself comfortable under your duvet. It felt much more comfortable now that he had re-made the bed.

You returned, dressed in a matching pajama set that Jeonghan also had. It wasn’t meant for couples, but you thought the design was so cute that the two of you needed to get it. You practically jumped into bed and cuddled up against your boyfriend, your nose buried into the crook of his neck and your arms wrapped around his torso.

“Tired?” Jeonghan asked. You could only muster a tired grunt and he smiled. The two of you laid in silence, the only thing that you could hear was the low buzzing of your humidifier and the low thumping of Jeonghan’s heart.

Your eyes soon adjusted to the darkness of your room and you could make out the silhouette of your boyfriend’s beautiful facial features. You stared, your eyes silently tracing the slope of his nose and his pretty lips.

“Hannie,” You called out in a low voice.

“Hm?”

“I’m scared.”

Jeonghan shifted in place to face you. “Why are you scared, angel?”

“What if I’m not good enough? What if I didn’t do enough community service? What if I didn’t do enough extracurriculars? What if my most tragic stories aren't tragic enough and my recoveries aren’t recovery-y enough? God, the college admissions system is so fucked up,” You whispered. “Making us relive our most traumatic moments only to get rejected.”

Jeonghan chuckled and rubbed a soothing hand against your back. “Angel, you are so much more than your extracurriculars or your community service hours or your trauma. You’re right, the college admissions system is fucked up, but if the admissions office can’t see what a great person you are through your essays, then it’s their loss. You’re a great writer who can evoke so many emotions from the reader. Remember your essay on family and its importance in ‘The Odyssey’ in your sophomore year? It made your English teacher cry, remember?”

You smiled at the memory.

You’re not lacking in any way, my angel. You’re doing great and will continue to do great. You’re going to do great things in the future, love. I can see it.”

Jeonghan squeezed your hand tightly. You could almost feel all of his love being poured out through that single action.

And I’ll be here for every single step of the way. Your failures and successes, I’ll be there for it all. I’ll be there to celebrate with you and I’ll be there to cry with you and give you a shoulder to cry on.”

You sniffed and wiped away a stray tear. “Thank you, Hannie.”

Jeonghan looked down at you when he heard you sniffle. “Oh no, angel. Are you crying? I didn’t mean to make you cry, I’m so sorry.”

He pulled you in tightly for a hug and you smiled into the fabric of his hoodie.

“It’s okay. They’re not sad tears.” Despite your words, more tears sprang out of your eyes and soaked Jeonghan’s hoodie. This was long overdue, you thought to yourself. Jeonghan pulled away from the hug and wiped your tears away with his sleeves.

“I’m so proud of you, [Name]. You’re doing so well. You know I’m always here, right?” You nodded, tears still spilling from your eyes. “My sweet, sweet [Name]. How tired you must be right now… It’s okay, let it all out. I’m here.”

Jeonghan continued to rub your back with small soothing noises, alternating with an occasional sweet nothing he whispered into your ear until you fell asleep.

He looked down to see your mouth open slightly ajar and eyes fluttered shut. Jeonghan slowly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake you up. He tucked you into bed, sliding your favorite stuffed animal into your arms in his stead (which he wasn’t happy about but he had to go home). He smoothed your hair out of your forehead and pressed a soft kiss to your skin. “Good night, my love. Sleep well. I love you.”

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miscfandomwrites · 9 months

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Mama Chapter Eleven

A/N: I’m trying to pace myself with writing and schoolwork, so we’ll see how that goes. I am also trying to plan out my work and not just improvise when it comes to these series. As always, my inbox and taglists are open!

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Mom! Avenger! Reader

Warnings:

Words: 1.6k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

“Wrench please! “ I called out, sticking my hand over to Lillith. Said wrench was placed in my hand and I tightened a bolt before handing it back.

I had decided to work on one of Tony’s ‘Project Cars’ that he never gets around to starting. Or finishing, in most cases. He moves on rather quickly to something new and fresh when things stand at a lull in some cases. But hey, I was the same way.

Lillith’s feet made an audible thump, thump as she swung her tiny legs back and forth from her spot, perched on the corner on the car and under the hood.

It was moments like these that I love with her. The slow, soft moments where we can chat about anything and nothing. Some days were quiet as she helped me work, both of us absorbed in our own little words ; others were more chaotic, often ending up with both of us covered in grease and tools everywhere. And pocketed.

Mostly by Lillith, though. I chuckled at the thought.

Lately the tower hasn’t been really busy, with the quartet being gone for a mission, Stark and Peter being kept busy by whatever project they’re currently working on, and everyone else doing their own thing. Wanda recently has been cooking a lot (not that I’m complaining, her cooking is like really, really good), and Thor has been starting to hover around her, questioning her about the food and what she’s doing. I blame it on the time her and Lillith tried to make pop tarts for his birthday.

Lillith has been everywhere and with just about everyone since the quartet left. She really likes Bucky and Natasha though, and whenever she’s disappeared for more than an hour she’s either with them or helping Clint pull another dastardly prank on someone. With him taking a break to be with his family, there hasn’t been another toothpaste incident.

So that means Lillith has been with me. I haven’t been doing anything special-just mostly working on the car or working. Despite the ‘allowance’ SHIELD allocates for me, I decided that also having a side job, despite how much I was paid, was something that I wanted. Besides-making websites and helping set up businesses online was pretty easy once you knew the code for it. And I got paid a decent amount for doing so.

The car was probably a few weeks away from being finished, a month or two at most. The seats needed to be replaced and most of the car needed new wiring (and fixtures) but since I had nothing better to do for ten to fifteen hours a day, I was able to get a lot done. I finished sorting through my weapons and gear earlier this month, with help from the quartet. Honestly, I believe it was Tony who coined the name, but now whenever I see Sam, Steve, Bucky, and Nat all together I automatically call them the quartet. They’re pretty good at what they do too-with Bucky and Steve taking the brunt of the work and Sam and Nat being either backup or ambushers, they easily get their missions done.

They’ve been gone for most of the month, and to say their presence hasn’t been missed has been an understatement. Wanda, the few times she’s cooked she ended up making too much and there were too many leftovers. Turns out Three super soldiers and a man with wings end up eating a lot.

And with Lillith asking about them (Again, mostly Bucky and Nat), and her chatting my ear off every other day about how much she liked spending time with them and what they’d get up too, it was hard not to miss them.

I finished checking the rest of the bolts before popping out from under the hood, and grabbed my bandana to wipe my greasy hands off.

I smiled at Lillith, who was wearing one of my old flannels and my carhert sweatshirt, all bundled up and flipping through a car magazine. I checked my watch and was surprised that it wasn’t even eleven yet, because it seemed like we have been out here a lot longer than usual. Though, I did wake up around five and Lillith woke up about half an hour after me. We’ve been down here ever since.

“Naptime, kiddo.” I told her as I lifted her into my arms. Without refusal, she snuggled into my shoulder and tossed the magazine on a nearby workbench.

Naptime usually meant a bath, and since I just washed our bedding I didn’t want to deal with grease stains.

Once we got in the elevator, FRIDAY announced that the quartet was back and on the main floor. Lillith immediately was squirming in my arms enough that I set her down, and she asked the A.I. to take us to the main floor. Politely, might I add. At least she uses her manners.

Barely as soon as the doors opened, Lilith went rushing out, running straight to Bucky. She jumps and thank god he saw her and caught her before she crashed into the kitchen island.

“Hey doll!” He said as he swept her up in a hug, spinning them around. Steve was talking with Tony about god only knows WHAT tho

se two might have in common, and Nat and Wanda were chatting in Slovikian.

“Ah! Lady (F/N)! Glad to see you out here!” Boomed Thor as he clapped a hand down on my shoulder. At the sound of my name Steve turned to me, motioning for me to come to him.

“What’s up?” I asked as I got over to him.

“We’re doing a mission briefing later, with a video call from Clint. He said to tell you to come to it.” he told me.

I hummed. “Okay, how later will this be? Lillith needs a bath and a nap, and I’d like to get some work done.” I replied, tucking my hands in my pockets.

“Around sevenish I think, but later.”

“Got it Cap. I’ll be in the meeting room by then.”

I made small talk with Bucky about how the mission went, though we talked more about the rifle he was using (He was borrowing one of mine) than anything else.

Soon enough Lillith was the one who ended up in Natasha’s arms, almost dead to the world. She was exhausted, a tiny human like her wasn’t built to keep going on little sleep.

Nat gently passed her to me and I said my goodbyes as I went up to our floor.

“The water’s too cold!” Lillith yelled from the bathroom as I dug through her drawers of clothes, trying to find some pajama pants.

“Turn it to the right!” I yelled back, finally snagging a pair and shoving it into the my arms along with the rest of her clothes.

A yelp from the bathroom had me rushing in to see her clutching her wet hand to her chest.

“Too hot.” she said as she turned the faucet with her other hand. Using said hand to carefully test the water until it was where she wanted it.

Thankfully she already had some bath toys in the tub and in no time I had a soapy child in the tub, scrub a dub dubbing.

“Hey Mama,” Lillith said.

I paused and looked up from my phone, raising an eyebrow at the zebra toy stacked on the giraffe’s back.

“I have a secret,” She started, keeping focus on trying to balance her toys on top of one another.

I kept my eyebrow up. “What’s that, sweetheart?” I asked her.

“Someone likes you!” She yelped as the tower of toys came crashing down on her.

My brain decided to pause and unpause at that, and I had to take a second to respond, picking up the hippo from the ground and handing it back to her.

“And where’d you learn that from?” I questioned, grabbing a towel to dry her off with as she undid the drain to the tub.

“Wanda and Bucky…” she said as she carefully stepped out of the tub and onto the bathmat. I draped the towel over her shoulders and grabbed another to dry her hair off with.

“Oh really?” I answered, focusing on drying her hair.

“Mhm! Bucky said I can’t tell you who it is though.” she replied, drying her body off and grabbing a hairbrush. This used to be our nightly routine, but when I had to start pulling later hours we decided that naptime was the best time for a bath. That is, if Lillith manages to get filthy beforehand. Which was most of the time.

After getting dressed and putting her hair in a braid, we headed back to her room. Still tired from being up most of the day, as soon as she slid into the covers, she was out. I tucked her in and headed out, heading to my room.

I took a quick but through shower, and picked up both our messes in our bathrooms, and started a load of laundry. It wasn’t even two yet.

My phone buzzed from its spot on the counter, and I looked to see a text from girl’s group chat.

Wanda: Can i hang out on your floor?

Me: Why?

Wanda: Because Sam has decided to harass me and I want somewhere quiet

Nat: Can I hang out too?

Me: Sure? I plan on making break and working

Nat: Sounds great, I’m already in the elevator

I huffed out a laugh and started to gather the things I needed to make bread.

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kuichihimei · 9 months

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“Valentine's Day

We decided we would do the whole damn thing

But I played to an empty gym in Iowa State

I guess I owe you that too...”

0:41───•─────── 04:46

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

Looking back, freshman year was one hell of a ride, considering the frequent monster attacks and killer robots that terrorize Norrisville High.

Sophomore year is no different.

Killer robots still attack the school like, every other week, compared to every other day, and while yes, Randy DID get rid of the Sorcerer for good, there's still the Sorceress running about wreaking havoc around Norrisville.

The Sorcereress, better known for her human disguise as Amanda Levay, still manages to blend in with the crowd, despite almost every student in Norrisville High knowing who she truly is and what she's done.

We don't know much about her just yet, but based on the monsters Randy had to fight these past few weeks, she primarily targets female victims.

There's also been a spike in the amount of stanked kids during the weeks leading to February 14, and when Feb 14 rolled around, multiple people were getting stanked left and right, which lasted all morning long.

The teachers had to cancel our morning classes and made us evacuate the school so the Ninja could fight the monsters properly and we wouldn't get hurt.

Then, during the afternoon, when it all quieted down, Randy was nowhere to be found.

I tried asking Howard, and he said something along the lines of how the Ninja found the Sorcereress' lair, it was underneath the school in the old abandoned gym, and that he might not be able to make it in time for Valentine's Day since he had to destroy the Sorcereress for good while she was still close by, and that he'll make it up to me next year, along with a bunch of apologies that were conveniently recorded inside a tape recorder so Howard didn't have to recite it all.

After receiving the news, I thanked Howard and walked myself to Mr. Bannister's class, hoping that I could bury my disappointment in schoolwork.

It didn't help that the seatwork he made us do was write an essay about someone/something we love and why we love them so much.

I spent the rest of the afternoon watching couples in our school being all lovey-dovey with each other. Heck, you could even say I got jealous of Mrs. Driscoll, atleast she had her husband's skeleton to accompany her on Valentine's Day.

By the time the last bell rang and school was over I was all alone... I couldn't even have a Galentine's with Heidi or Debbie! Heidi had a date and Debbie was busy hosting a couple's event for Valentine's Day for the NHGTTWDPC online edition.

It's safe to say I was quite disappointed... And I felt really pathetic too, since I had a boyfriend, but was celebrating Feb 14 all alone...

I felt like I was on the verge of getting stanked myself, maybe then I could spend time with Randy... Sighing, I sat down on the very same I spot that I sat on during New Year's Eve.

Of all the days the Ninja could've had a fully-booked schedule, it just had to be on Valentines Day... Not to mention this was also supposed to be our very FIRST Valentine's Day together as a couple...

Don't get me wrong, I find it a HUGE honor that I am dating the Ninja, and an even bigger honor that he trusts me enough to reveal his secret identity to me. I just feel a little dejected whenever he misses out on a major event that we should be experiencing together during the course of our budding relationship.

The time was 4:53 in the afternoon, everyone (atleast those who had a date), already left the school about half an hour ago. If Randy didn't show up within the next 15 minutes, I was going home.

5 Minutes Pass... No signs of Randy...

‘I'm sure he'll show up soon...’

10 Minutes Pass... Still no signs of Randy.

‘Maybe I should wait a little longer, he's probably wrapping up the fight right now.’

25 MINUTES PASS! AND THERE IS NOT A SINGLE SIGN OF RANDALL HONKING CUNNINGHAM OR THE NINJA ANYWHERE!!!

THE SUN IS ABOUT TO FRIGGIN' SET AND HE'S NOWHERE TO BE FOUND! THAT'S IT I AM GOING HOME! Standing up, I marched towards the nearest bus stop.

Fortunately for me, there was already a bus nearby so I immediately got a ride home.

When I got to my house, I locked myself in my room, bawled my eyes out and went to bed, even though it was only 6:03 in the afternoon. I just wanted Valentine's Day to end at this point, I'm just done with everything today.

Meanwhile somewhere else in Norrisville:

“What do you mean you're all out⁈” An exasperated Randy yells.

“Sorry kid, but I can't help you. All of my flowers have been sold out this morning, it's Valentine's Day after all...”

“It's fine sir, thanks anyways...” The younger boy turns, walking away, feeling defeated.

All of the sudden a young girl who looks about six approaches him.

“Did you find anything?”

“Nothing... Chocolates, flowers, not even a honkin' stuffed animal, it's all sold out...”

“Well, we can still steal some Tulips from the park if you're that desperate...”

“Aira, I won't steal Tulips from the park, and neither of our parents taught us to steal— Who taught you that?”

“Well, you want to make it up to Ate 'Reese right? And she also likes Tulips right?”

“But still— Oh who am I kidding, let's go.”

“Ha—”

“But stealing is still wrong, don't get used to it. You can't always steal the things that you want, ok?”

“Ok Kuya!”

Fast forward almost 5 hours later, the time was 10:13 at night and the ninja could be seen outside the Fowler household watching from a tree.

Everyone in the neighborhood was fast asleep, which meant Randy couldn't call Theresa from her front yard, since he might wake up the whole household if he did so, he couldn't call her from the backyard either since... That's where they kept their chicken coops...

He was pinned between two bad options:

Wait it out 'til tomorrow so he could give her the flowers, but miss Valentine's Day and face a disappointed Theresa, or try entering her room through the window as the Ninja, so he could give her the flowers and she could be happy and have a gift for Valentine's Day, but face the consequences of being seen as a creep since y'know, he's breaking into her room through the honkin' window!

‘Was this what the Nomicon meant about choosing between the greater good and the lesser evil?’

After some careful consideration, he chooses the latter of the two options, which was to break in. He didn't want to disappoint Theresa more than he already did today, this was his chance to try and make it up to her.

This was one of those go big or go home moments. One slip-up, and it might be over for the both of them.

The plan was simple: try to enter the window that was facing the tree in her backyard, fiddle with the lock, place the flowers on her nightstand and leave, simple right?

‘What could possibly go wrong?’

Everything. Everything went wrong from the get-go. The moment he lost his footing on the ledge of her window and fell into one of her family's chicken coops, was the moment he knew, he was done for.

Theresa was woken up by a loud thud, she immediately went to open her window to see what was going on. She was quite shocked to see her boyfriend all suited-up and highkey panicking at all the chickens that were waking up and surrounding him.

“Randy! What the juice are you doing here⁈” Theresa whisper-yelled from the second floor.

“H-hey Theresa! Nothing, just passing by!” Randy replies, trying to play it cool, even though he was about to pass out from all the chickens that were surrounding him.

“It looks like you can't move, did you hurt yourself?”

“No, I didn't!”

“Wait— Are you afraid of the chickens?”

“Wh-what?”

“I said, are you afraid of the chickens? Because Aira told me you had a fear of them when I babysat her last week.”

“Well that little—”

“Hang in there, I'll come and get you!”

Theresa went downstairs and came into the backyard, she threw some corn kernels to divert the chickens away from her boyfriend, who was shaking like a pair of maracas.

“Thanks for saving me 'Reese, I owe you big time, again...”

“Why are you here Randall?” Theresa asked, helping him up.

“I uh— I wanted to—”

“Actually, save it for later, come inside, you must be exhausted. Don't worry, Howard told me everything.”

“Uh, won't your parents/brothers mind?”

“Well you can stay in my room, we just have to be sneaky about iiiiiiiiii—” Theresa's mind went blank for a second.‘Oh shoot— Guy, guy in my room. I AM LITERALY INVITING A GUY INTO MY ROOM!’

‘Girl, room, sneak— A GIRL WANTS TO SNEAK ME INTO HER ROOM?! IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING I—’

Cue internal screaming from the both of them.

After that predicament was quickly settled, Theresa led a now de-suited Randy upstairs to her room and gave him a bowl of instant noodles and a spork.

“Look, I know it ain't much, but I have a feeling you've most likely never ate anything since this morning. I didn't even see you during lunch.”

“Thanks for the noodles 'Reese, I really appreciate it.” Randy said, before slurping the noodles.

“Why did you come here this late? It's like, 10:54 at night!”

“Wait, hold on—” Swallowing the noodles, before answering. “I wanted to give you this.” As Randy presents a small bouquet of pink and yellow Tulips, handing it to Theresa.

“I know, it's not much either, you won't believe how we got that bouquet.” Taking another gulp of broth. “Aira suggested we should steal it at first and I was like— bla blah bla blah...” Randy continues to blabber on and on, while Theresa spaces out after receiving the gift.

‘He didn't forget about you. He even got you the same flowers he used to de-stank you back in freshman year, how sweet...’

“Theresa? You okay?”

“Yeah... I'm great. Thanks for the gift Randy...”

“Well I'm glad you like it 'Reese! Happy Valentine's Day!” Randy said with a smile on his face.

“Happy Valentine's Day too, Randy...” Theresa smiles back.

“Where's your kitchen by the way? So I can wash the bowl and spork in the sink.”

“No need for any of that, you can just leave it here!”

“Really? Here? It's kinda rude if I leave the bowl lying around. Are you sure? It's just one bowl, I can wash it.”

“It's ok, you can leave it here, and like you've said it's just one bowl...”

“Okay then... Well, I've gotta go now! It's getting late and we have school tomorrow.” Randy said, placing the bowl on the nightstand and heading towards the window.

“Wait— Before you go, did you manage catch the Sorceress?”

He comes to a halt. “No, I didn't catch her. She wasn't even in the old abandoned gym... I got baited...”

“Oh...”

“Yeah, I'm sorry Theresa, I missed Valentine's Day and didn't even catch the Sorceress...”

“It's ok Randy, I understand, but you didn't miss Valentine's Day! Atleast you still tried to make it, most guys just give up at this point!”

“But still, I feel really stupid for not choosing to spend time with you today. I'm really sorry for that, I'll make it up to you next year, I promise.” He was startled when Theresa hugged him all of the sudden.

“Like I said, it's OK. I understand.”

“I'm still very new to this whole boyfriend thing... I'm sorry if I'm doing anything wrong...” Hugging her back.

“It's ok, you're doing your best and that's enough... I'm pretty new to this girlfriend ordeal as well.”

They were hugging for like, 2 minutes until Theresa lets go.

“It's really late, you should get going.”

“Oh yeah, What time is it by the way?”

“11:23 p.m.”

“Yup, I am definitely gonna sleep through first period tomorrow, I've gotta go!”

“Ok Randy, take care!”

“See ya at school tomorrow 'Reese! Goodnight, I love you!” Bidding his girlfriend goodbye while jumping out of the window mid-transformation.

“I love you too Randy, Goodnight!”

What a nice evening... If only Randy knew the Sorceress was under his nose the whole time...

❈ Sidenote: Ate and Kuya are used by younger children to refer to someone who's older than them in the Philippines. ‘Ate’ is the term for older sister, while ‘Kuya’ is the term for older brother.

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darubyprincx · 1 year

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so, you may or may not have heard us griping about the u.s education system recently. things have come to a head today

let me give some context

due to the strain that going to school physically day-in day-out puts on us both mentally and physically, we applied for virtual school last semester and got in. all of our classes went just fine except for geometry, which is our worst subject

we applied for a tutor because yknow we need help with math but didn't get one because i guess they just ignored us so what we did was ignore all of our geometry work up until the last two weeks, scramble to fix that, and somehow end up with an 80 on our final exam. all good, right?

nope. we failed the class. which would be FINE, EXCEPT,

because we failed the class we got yoinked right back into regular full time school. which, again, would be FINE (<- lying through his teeth), if we didn't have to do that entire semester's worth of work over again on top of the other four classes we're taking.

which is a totally normal amount of schoolwork to expect a teenager to do. yep. absolutely.

weve been chipping away at that since we only have 3 weeks left in school but today we look at the 30% of the class we've done and we go hey, uh, what happens if i don't get every single one of these assignments done?

our homeroom teacher just kind of looks at us and goes "you get a zero"

"even if i did 80% of it? it wouldn't be for anything?"

"yep"

"WHAT THE FUCK" <- actual words that i shouted. yes this teacher is chill

anyways i am having a completely normal time and i am definitely not texting my mom about this to schedule a time to let us go downtown later and chew out the school board's asses for getting me into this predicament because if they had just GOTTEN ME A FUCKING TUTOR, which is in my IEP (thing that helps me out with school stuff cos of the menthol eels), WE WOULDN'T BE IN THIS FUCKING MESS IN THE FIRST PLACE!

congratulations everybody the u.s education system is the best in the world and has no flaws none at all nope absolutely fucking Zero.

#ray's tag #you can reblog this i'm just fucking PISSED #wish i could hit da bricks in this situation but then my parents would be in jail lol #literally what the fuck. they are NOT going to hear the end of this.

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inkofamethyst · 5 months

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November 27, 2023

First day back from break. Oh the horror, oh the agony. The next sevenish days are going to go by at breakneck speed. I may actually break my neck from all the tension in my body rn. There's so much to do. Final project, midterm, presentation, lab practical. And that's before the final exam and final essay I've got to do the following week. I did a solid nine to fiver on campus today and still barely got anything done. What was that all about. I mean sure I had lots of conversations with people and deepened my relationships w them (networking? networking.), but schoolwork? Hah! as if.

Did some online Christmas shopping today. Hate when cyber monday deals are worse than black friday ones. I played the market and lost when it came to that for a few items.

Today I'm thankful that I was able to take home a massive amount of (rly good) food this evening from the little stem students (who are mostly) of color dinner gathering thing and stick it all (mostly) in my freezer. Prob got four dinners up in there. Love that for me. Love a full freezer.

Also thankful for the sandwich I made for today's lunch??? Mixing pesto and mayo is a godly combination, I've discovered. I've gotta find improvements. Fresh rotisserie chicken, better cheeses, maybe some crispy bacon, a tomato slice... I'm gonna build the world's best sandwich over break. Ain't like Imma have much else to do.

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Do you have any tips on how to focus on tasks especially boring ones as a 7w6. There was a week where I couldn’t focus on my homework like my mind would go blank trying so hard to focus on one of my subjects because I was thinking about my new job that I just started and then whenever I would try to go back to studying, I would go shopping online. My mind would wander and then I would start thinking about what foods I want to eat cause I’m so hungry and what show I want to watch right after I’m done with my hw. I have a Midterm coming up and coding was pretty decent at first then I started stressing and I’m not understanding an assignment correctly and It’s so hard to concentrate for some reason. Tricks I found out that works would be studying and then take lots of breaks in between whenever i get stressed because I cannot think clearly and it makes the assignments confusing, so I start doing things like watching movies, eating, working out and then I go back to the assignment I was having trouble on and it makes so much sense after having my mini breaks. But there are times where I just sit on my phone to take a break and I think about doing my hw and don’t do it because somehow I ended up being on Tiktok for 3 hours and other apps for the rest of the day. I feel like I have ADHD everytime I try to sit still and just focus, it’s like my mind is thinking about a billion other things to do. Most of the time this trick works for me to focus and other times I get lazy to even do those things & end up on my phone where I stay on it for hours. I think being Ne dom and 7 makes it really difficult to stay focused for long periods of time. Anyways, I was wondering if you have any other tips that’ll help? Thank you, Charity!

I would say find a 6 wing attachment reason to focus, such as the approval of the people who matter the most to you or a sense of obligation and a desire to finish your tasks. Then, work on self-discipline by allowing yourself mini-breaks, but set a timer on your phone to go off when your time is up (15 minutes). You don't get another break until you've done X amount of homework. It's hard for 7s to focus and stay on topic, especially when something is 'boring or hard,' so the mini-breaks are a good idea -- you will just need to firmly commit to your time limit and force yourself to go back to studying. (The idea being that the sooner you get this crap done, the sooner you can go have fun for hours on end.) I used to motivate myself through boring stuff with a reward at the end of it -- M&M's for each chapter I read in a textbook, watching my favorite show at the end, even a weekend "treat" of some kind as a reprieve from schoolwork and because I got everything I wanted to do, done.

It might also be helpful to think in terms of longer term goals -- why is school important, where is it going to take me, what fun will it allow me to have, once I have an established career and/or am finished with it? I think you are ENTP as well, right? Are there motivated, focused, non-7's in your life to cheer you on academically and keep you motivated, to talk to you when you feel like procrastinating? Can you power through boring stuff for the sake of someone else and their approval? Etc.

I would also say -- inject variety and fun into the days when you do have to study a lot, and that will make them more bearable. I don't know if it helps to play music so you can focus or not, but it always helps me to put on an instrumental and listen to it while I work.

#question #enneagram #enneagram 7

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thecloudsarefalling · 1 year

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Why am I never good enough for my family

I don’t come out because they don’t want me to be anything but their cishet daughter which I am clearly not

I put every bit of effort possible into my schoolwork that I can without chronically fatiguing myself and I’m a straight A student

I’m in the top 10 of my senior class of high school

I’ve done almost all of my college search stuff on my own accord and all I’ve learned is I’ll never have enough money to go there anyway

I get yelled at daily to fill out scholarships, do schoolwork, everything, everything which I’ve either already done or physically cannot do anymore with because I need information from my parents who refuse to help

I’m so overwhelmed and constantly tired. I cannot get out of bed in the morning and have suicidal thoughts atleast twice a week. The only thing keeping me here is a fear of the pain of it

I got a job so my dad would stop yelling at me despite the amount of time I need to put into school and homework now being even more strained by the inability to have time for it

I seem to be the scapegoat for everyone in the family. Foods gone missing? “Cloud is a fatass, they probably ate it” and I didn’t or maybe I did one of the nights I had no time to eat anything else and no energy to prepare food

My inability to focus is increasingly worsening. I can’t focus in class and as a result more time has to be spent on homework. I can’t just skip on it bc of the pressure of my class rank

I seem to always be a problem to my parents and it’s like they don’t even want me around. I need to get the fuck out of this place but I can’t afford to bc ofc I live in Connecticut where the price of living is out of budget, as it is literally everywhere else in the US. And in the states I probably could afford to stay somewhere, they have laws against my body now.

I’ve been getting chronic pain in my knees and ankles and shoulders, wrists, back, etc. my doctor had me tested for arthritis and it came back negative so everyone in my family thinks I’m just lying but I’m not

I’m so tired of being called my deadname and being referred to by she/her but I can’t risk coming out in school bc my sister and I are in similar circles and she would tell my parents or use it as leverage against me

I’m just so done with everything going on, I wanna find a way out that isn’t harming myself, but rn I just have to keep pushing on and it’s so exhausting

#tw sui mention #please lmk if I should add any tags to keep distressing content away from people

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myconstantoutput · 1 year

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Constant Output - Week 9

For this week, I worked on two things. First, throughout the week I added more rows to my bucket hat. Juggling classes, schoolwork and homework, midterms, and commuting almost three hours everyday has left me with little time to myself or to work on my constant output project. Generally, I like to get a lot of things done at once rather than breaking it up into small parts because I feel like breaking things into small parts makes me lose focus and concentration and my work is not as consistent, but this time issue has left me no other choice. A few days this week, I found a little bit of time to add a row or two onto my bucket hat. The girl in the video tutorial I mentioned last week suggested 14 rows coming down from the top, but I found 14 rows to be slightly too small for me, so I ended up adding three more rows on top of the 14. For next week, I think I will start working on the brim.

Second, I added a new segment for the mood scarf that I started. During the in class group discussion, my group got to talking about temperature blankets that we saw on TikTok. It was mentioned that mood blankets are a thing, which I was not aware but liked the idea of. I decided that would be a good form of creative outlet and could be therapeutic and a good way to express my emotions. After some deliberating, I figured a blanket would be a little too big and ambitious, so I decided to do a scarf. I took a trip to Michael's to pick out new yarn colors for my scarf and because they had a buy one get one half off sale, I only bought two colors, representing my good weeks and bad weeks. (I only bought two colors for the scarf because also bought additional, different type of yarn for a blanket I have planned, so I did not want to spend too much.) the mood blankets that I looked up appear to be updated daily and has multiple colors, but with my time constraints and yarn limit, I decided to separate the mood scarf by weeks. Plus, I think I would like the look of thicker stripes better than single rows. Because I was a little behind on my constant output, I went ahead and did the past two weeks, remembering how I felt those two weeks and crocheting my emotions into the scarf, each segment seven rows long. The dark navy blue represents when I had an overall bad week and the light blue represents when I had a generally good week. This past week has been terrible, a roller coaster of emotions, very bad and would not wish on anyone, so I added the dark blue segment. A problem I am noticing is that with each row, there seems to be less and less stitches, resulting in a triangle effect. This is not ideal and to be honest, I am not completely sure why the number of stitches is decreasing. The obvious answer would be at the edges, I am missing stitches before I flip. I don't have a clear plan at the moment to fix the segments I already made, but I will be sure to add additional, or at least the same amount of stitches for the next rows/segments.

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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ayo!! congrats on 666 <33 I'm not sure if its much of a request but I love how you wrote the demon kids personalities! I was wondering what kids of personalities you would see the other brothers kids having? Hypothetically of course (unless 👀)

BRO- I’ve actually been thinking about this for a while! Fan kids are fun to think about, what can I say? Now, these kids aren’t canon to the Awfully Familiar series, the HOL is crowded enough as is… but I hope you enjoy anyways!

(I’m giving all the kids names just so no one gets confused with which kid is whose)

Levi’s Kid

Uh let’s use probability to figure out how rare children of our snek boy are. The Otaku left the house (unlikely), spoke to a human being (very unlikely), did the devil’s tango with them (impossible)

I’m kidding, but seriously what the fuck why did this human exchange student look so much like Levi? Was that a tail? Hehehe… what a weird practical joke…

(I’m calling this MC Percy. Three guesses as to why)

Okay, onto the kiddo’s personality. I’m picturing them being REALLY hyped and REALLY enthusiastic about their hobbies and isn’t afraid to yammer about them. They’re good at what they do and they’re damn proud of it! They turn their envy into *~inspiration~* and get better at the things they enjoy doing!

In all fairness to Levi, it’s a bit easier for his kid because Percy isn’t literally being eaten alive and consumed by this sin every waking moment of his life… perks of being half human! :D

Percy loves swimming, and the ocean, and fish, and they brought a shark back from the beach- wait hang on a second-

It’s not uncommon for Levi to be hardcore gaming while Percy swims around in the fish tank.

The pair of them have a very good relationship, Percy is kind of Levi’s hero with how eager they are to get better at the things they love doing and how they almost never self pity spiral. The one issue is… ugh… Percy is a 🤢…. Sorry. Percy’s a 🤢 🤢-

They’re A FUCKING NORMIE. THEY DON’T LIKE ANIME!

Other than that, the two get along swimmingly. (Ba dum tisssss)

Percy’s reaction to Levi’s cool military titles is basically “WOAH! YOU HAVE BOATS?! CAN I GO ON ONE?!” And Levi would be a monster to decline.

Percy wore a pirate hat despite Levi telling them numerous times that they were a part of the navy, they CATCH pirates. Which are apparently still a big problem in the Devildom…

Also, Percy and Lotan absolutely adore each other. It makes Levi very happy

Satan’s Kid

Satan’s a pretty charming guy, and it’s canon that he’s amazing at seductive speech craft so it’s no surprise that he was able to seduce a human.

You know what is a surprise? The fact that Satan, the smart one, didn’t think to use protection! Like- DUDE I EXPECTED BETTER FROM YOU.

Whatever, anyway, when this kid slammed onto the floor of the assembly hall no one had time to react when the kid suddenly grew horns… and fangs… and a tail… OH FUCK THE KID WAS GOING THROUGH THEIR FIRST TRANSFORMATION WHAT THE FUCK-

(For simplicity’s sake, I’m going to call this kid Lyssa, mainly because of the meaning of the name)

The first thing Lyssa did was launch themselves straight at the first person they saw, and I ask you to guess exactly who sits in the middle seat of the assembly hall. That’s right… Satan… yay…

This kid nearly clawed his face off in the span of two seconds and it took Lucifer and Beel working together to drag them off of him and then Asmo had to step in to use his powers to calm them down. Well. That was eventful.

So Lyssa has a volcanic temper and they’re honestly really bitter and upset at everything, which is something that’s supposed to come in adult life, not so early. So what’s up with this kid? Well, when you’re born with a burning rage deep inside you that can be set off at even the slightest inconvenience and because of that everyone around you immediately assumes you’re dangerous or crazy can really do some damage to a kid.

So who oh who is Lyssa going to blame for this…? Hmmm… who is responsible for the anger? *Side eyes Satan*

“Wow, this kid is blaming me for passing down my wrath even though I couldn’t control giving it to them and if I had the choice I would have made sure they wouldn’t have to live with it and they’re mad at me for subjecting them to existence itself… wow this feels so bad :( who would treat someone like this..?” “*Dad sigh*”

The two of them do eventually get along. It’s actually Satan who extends the olive branch and offers to help them control their anger. As the two spend time together, Lyssa’s intense hatred slowly subsides.

So… what’s Lyssa going to do now? They’ve spent so much of their life being defined by their anger… who the fuck are they????? U-uh… cats! Cats! Lyssa likes cats! Is liking cats a personality? No? Okay… um… Music! Music is relaxing! Lyssa likes music! Um… um… ooo- look at that! They like space! And stars!

You knew what they don’t like? School. Lyssa doesn’t like learning in a controlled environment where they’re being told what to learn. Leave them alone so they can go read about space.

Beelzebub’s kid(s)

*munch* *munch* *chew* *chomp* huh, *chomp* why does the takeout- I mean the human look so much like him…? They’re his kid..? *choke* *cough* *cough* …Huh. Want some chips?

Surprisingly chill first meeting. Well, Beel and the kid were chill, everyone else was freaking the fuck out.

I’m calling this kid Pepper. Why? Fucking guess.

Pepper themselves is just… chill. They’re sort of like a capybara, their vibes are just so immaculate that everyone wants to hang out around them.

Unlike Beel, Pepper’s penchant for food mainly comes from “food is good.” instead of “my body is literally eating itself alive every second of the day and I need to be eating something at almost all times in order to stave off a rampage.” Beel is very happy that his kid doesn’t have to live with food constantly on the brain.

All was well until three days into the exchange program when Pepper asked at the dinner table “so when are we bringing my twin down here?”

…twin genes man… twin genes…

Second kid, I’m calling them Cane. (CANE PEPPER, GET IT?! GET IT?!) this kid is less like a capybara and more like a honey badger. They don’t give a shit.

Here’s the thing though… they’re identical twins.

Cane is basically Beel but smaller. They follow Beel to the gym and usually get stopped at the door. “Kids aren’t allowed in the gym.” Ha, the rules don’t apply to Cane, they just cross their arms and raise their eyebrows and whoever is stopping them just steps aside. Don’t fuck with the honey badger kid.

Pepper and Cane are super close though, but don’t ask if they have a telepathic link or something, Cane will fuck you up and Pepper won’t be able to stop them. (I know a pair of identical twins, and the amount of times they’ve been asked if they can read each other’s minds is enough to make anyone homicidal)

Belphegor’s kid

*squints* how’d this happen..?

Whatever. When Belphie’s kid woke up on the floor of the assembly hall everyone took one look at this kid and collectively went “shitballs”

Belphie was in the attic and his kid was wandering around the house like they ran the place! What the fuuuuuuuuck was Lucifer supposed to do with this????

Anyway, meet Arien.

Arien, how does one describe this little hellspawn? Well, one would call them the brood of Lucifer or the spawn of Satan but that would be false because this manipulative evil devil-child that crawled straight out of a teacher’s nightmares is BELPHIE’S kid. And it fucking SHOWS.

This kid won the demon/human genetic lottery and they’re going to make it everyone’s problem. Basically, they’re sin is sloth, but unlike Belphie, Arien’s is more voluntary, if that makes sense. They sleep and slack off because they like not doing work, not because they’re always tired. They have this sort of lazy relaxed facade that vanishes the second it’s not needed, it’s honestly kind of terrifying.

They quickly learn that if they just pretend to be having troubles with being constantly tired, the rest of the house will go easy on them if they miss their chores and schoolwork.

Jeez Louise when this kid met Belphie…

They both just stared at each other for a solid five minutes before anyone said anything. Belphie somewhat nervously started up his “oh woe is me get me out of here :(“ charade, and the kid played along for a few weeks, until of course, they got suspicious.

You remember how Belphie guilt spiralled with L!MC? Yeah imagine that but 40 times worse, and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

But yeah, blah blah blah Arien breaks Belphie out, they don’t die, family’s back together, happily ever after. But not quite. Arien’s “oh no I’m sorry I’m sleepy…” charade was found out and boy howdy was everyone pissed.

Surprisingly, it was Belphie who gave Arien the wake up thwack, but Arien called Belphie out on his laziness so Belphie was forced to become a better example.

The way they fixed Ari’s behaviour? Extra chores, extra schoolwork, extra everything, and the boys did nothing to help. Basically, “this is how we felt! Deal with it!”

It worked… thankfully.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #Obey me fankids #obey me! headcanons #Obey me Headcanons #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me MC

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sparklysung · 3 years

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✨OPEN CURTAINS – h.r.j.✨

pairing – huang renjun x female!reader

genre – smut | non-idol!au, neighbours!au

warnings – voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation

word count – 849 words

summary – renjun had never been so grateful about his cute neighbour forgetting to close her bedroom curtains.

note – soo this was my first smut. please don’t be too harsh on me, it was kind of difficult to describe everything i had in mind while writing. also, i’m sorry if it’s cringy lmao. let me know what you think!

part i ; part ii ; part 3

after long hours of working on finishing his schoolwork, renjun found himself about to pass out from exhaustion. with the end of the semester getting closer and closer, the workload was getting heavier as well, resulting in the poor boy getting less sleep and spending most of his time studying. the pressure had his stress levels reaching the roof and the little amount of free time he had to himself only added to his long list of frustrations. it was getting harder for him to focus on anything, his train of thought getting lost with whatever seemed slightly more interesting.

that’s why his eyes unconsciously drifted towards his neighbour’s window, you, curious to see what you were up to at the moment. maybe you were also studying? he’s heard from his friend group that you were one of the top students in your class, so that would only make sense to him. or perhaps you were just relaxing after a week full of tension, netflix playing on your laptop while you laid down on your comfortable looking bed, munching on some snacks.

what he definitely didn’t expect was seeing you walk into your room with only a small towel covering your most private parts, hair wet from just getting out of a refreshing shower to get rid of any stressful thought that had made its way inside your head during a tough week at school. his breath hitched on his throat when your towel dropped to the ground, drops of water sliding down your naked body, feeling his face flushing and pants tightening.

you must have forgotten to close the curtains before getting into the shower, you couldn’t have done it on purpose just to tease him. renjun knew he should have looked away and kept studying, but he couldn’t find the strength within himself to do so. you looked so pretty, moving around your room carefree on your birthday suit, choosing pieces of clothing to wear. one of his hands made its way to his pants, palming his clothed cock. his lips were swelling from how hard he was biting into them, trying his best to muffle the sinful sounds that escaped his pink lips.

he couldn’t help but wonder how would you look like kneeling in front of him on the floor before using your small, soft-looking hands to pump his hard member. he wondered how your pretty little mouth would feel like if it was wrapped around him, spit dripping down the side, gagging when the tip reached the back of your throat. would you let him take control? or did you like being the one dominating? renjun was more than certain he liked bossing around in bed, but he swore to every god up there that if you ever let him have a chance to touch you and please you, he wouldn’t even mind being pegged by you.

renjun freed himself from the confinement of his pants, pulling them down just enough to pump himself comfortably. “oh, fuck” he mumbled out of breath, running his unoccupied fingers through his hair. he was getting worked up faster than he expected, already close to his high, almost tasting his release. the movement of his hand more erratic and sloppy as his eyes trailed up and down your body, tightening his grip on his cock whenever your gaze wandered close to your window. his heart was pounding fast, so fast that it almost hurt his ribs. he didn’t want to get caught by you jerking off so shamelessly to you dressing up, but it felt too good to stop now. the thought of it made a low moan escape his lips, feeling the knot on the pit of his stomach about to snap. would you like seeing him all fucked up just by the sight of you? would you maybe want to touch him and let him take care of you?

his hips began bucking up into his hand fast and hard, almost fucking his fist while chasing after his orgasm. just as you were pulling on a lacy pair of panties and an oversized shirt, his dick twitched on his grip, releasing white ropes of cum that reached his hoodie and stained his sweatpants. his eyes closed tightly, eyebrows furrowed and slightly shaking by the strong wave of pleasure that was taking over his body, giving a few more deep thrusts into his hand to ride out the rest of his high. renjun kept his eyes shut, head thrown back while trying to control his uneven breathing. his hand stroked lazily his softening cock a couple more times to extend the feeling, but eventually, it got too much.

coming down from his high, eyes slowly opening to look at you for the last time before getting up to clean himself, he felt the colour drain out of his face. he didn’t even try to cover the mess he had made of himself, cum-covered fist holding his exposed dick, flushed face, heavy breathing and dishevelled hair, as your eyes stared right back at his with an indecipherable look.

–lia:)

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thatpoppinat · 3 years

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When The World Knows (Pt 1)

pt 2

It's been a while since Marinette has had time to herself. Thankfully, this isn't due to her responsibilities as Ladybug.

In fact, Hawkmoth seemed to be losing whatever motivation he once had for terrorizing Paris, and akumas were becoming scarce. This could have also meant that he was planning something big, but if Marinette was being 100% honest with you, Hawkmoth was becoming the least of her concerns.

Was her growing fame something she should be concerned about? She couldn’t tell you.

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It all started on accident, if you were to ask Marinette. She had just went to visit her uncle Jagged while he was making music for an upcoming show that was being produced. After spending some time with him, he eventually introduced her to Hugo Morris, the director of "Autodale; a noir-esque dystopian show that is ‘the next being thing’”.

Hugo had apparently aided in the release of multiple blockbuster and popular shows. Marinette had no doubt that this one would be well received by the public, just by seeing the detailed sets being created all around her.

Almost jokingly, Jagged had encouraged Marinette to audition for the lead role as Aubrey; the Exceptional Girl. After all; Marinette matched the director's description of her very well, apparently.

She was given the script, and she auditioned. She didn't expect to get the role.

And somehow - miraculously - she did. Two days after her audition, she received a callback.

Marinette, after receiving the email, promptly had a seizure. She didn't think she was that good. But apparently, the producer saw something in her.

When she came in the week after to meet the rest of the cast, Marinette could only think about how big the production was, or worry if whether or not she was gonna screw something up with her world renowned clumsiness. She was Marinette Dupain-Cheng after all.

Speaking of her being her, the thought of being on the big screen made her head spin. In the past, she always thought that if she were to ever work in a film production, she would have been on the design team. Designing clothes was her dream after all.

But she guessed the saying was true: "If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans." She was brought back in, she met the rest of the cast, and they were given scripts to read over and have decently memorized by the end of the month.

To only add to the workload, Marinette was still a school student. She hadn't even told her classmates about this.

… Her classmates, the people who didn't even bother to question if Lila was telling the truth; who didn't even care if Marinette's feelings were hurt; the people who didn't even hesitate to isolate her and bully her 'for Lila's sake', even after all she had done for them. And Adrien, who knew what they were doing to her, but chose to keep him mouth shut.

It was safe to say, that after all they'd done, they were merely classmates. Forced acquaintances, if you will.

After a few seconds of thought, Marinette decided not to tell them. She didn't want them to ruin this for her.

She'd have to tell Principal Damocles and Mrs. Bustier, however. If this production was as big as the cast was saying it was, she'd clearly be missing a lot of class.

And, after months of working with fellow actors, memorizing scripts, helping make props, doing schoolwork online, and keeping her nosy classmates from finding out, she could safely say that was the case.

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Speaking of classmates.

When she was needed for the production of "Autodale" , Marinette rarely ever saw them. Being the lead role in a long production show would mess up your schedule one way or another. When she did go into that class, it was filled with people constantly going up to her new, lonely seat in the back and asking were she had been.

Instead of answering them, she simply shrugged and told them it wasn't their business. This got on their nerves to no end. At one point, Lila was spreading rumors and lies about how she saw Marinette hanging out with some older men (Marinette had to practically nail herself to the seat as she heard Lila "whisper" it to her loyal followers).

But Mrs. Bustier quickly shot that down and told the class that she knew where she "disappeared to", that it was a safe environment, and that per request of Marinette and her parents, the class wasn't allowed to know. Mrs. Bustier then scolded Lila about telling people things that could lead to trouble, with no proof anyway.

Lila then recovered by spilling crocodile tears and saying that she was only trying to help her dear friend Mari.

Well, at least Ms. Bustier wasn’t a wallflower anymore.

It was then classmates started to question Lila, not completely doubting her, though. Which made Marinette want to pull her hair out.

Marinette didn't end up doing that. After all, she had something to look forward too!

A sneak peek of Autodale was being broadcasted during an award show after school. Marinette couldn't wait! Marinette and the rest of the cast had gotten to see it early, and they were impressed with the craftsmanship.

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The next day, Autodale was all anyone would talk about at school.

And of course, Lila had to be apart of it.

"It took them a long time to make the animation that phenomenal. The team poured their hearts and souls into this project. Oh, Hugo is such a good director. He's really nice in real life, too! But, I think that may just be because he has a huge crush on me.

“Oh! yeah, I know the secret main actress. She's just secretive and only wants to reveal herself to the public after the episodes are released on Netflix. We're basically besties- sorry Alya! Aww! Of course Alya, I can try to get you an interview with her after the show is released. She might be busy, being the lead role in an anticipated TV and all, but I'll try my best! No problem!"

Oh the irony. She would've laughed.

But she was focused with what she said prior to claiming their supposed "friendship".

Did Lila know that Morris was a forty year old man and that she had just basically accused him of being a pedophile. That detail probably didn't matter to her. Lila probably would have said it anyway.

Marinette clenched her fists. Lila could spread all of the lies she wanted (she decided it wasn't worth it after seeing how gullible and unyielding her classmates were), but the fact that she was basically claiming how one of her father figures, with a wife whom he was deeply in love with, was a cheating, flirty pedophile made her blood boil.

It must've shown on her face. In a split second, Lila faces her, hiding a small smirk, then loudly proclaimed to her her:

"Aww! There's no need to be jealous Marinette! I might be able to get her to meet you! But, from what I've told her about you, I don't think she'll want to." Lila shook her head, as if she was pitying her. The class threw sneers her way.

Adrien winced, but, once again, did nothing, then looked away.

Marinette took a deep breath.

"No, no. That's fine," she smiled.

Then, with a stroke of luck, she was saved by the bell.

Thank the Gods for lunch period, she thought.

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She headed to the locker room. Once they were alone, Tikki emerged from her hiding spot.

"Are you okay?" Tikki frowned.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Marinette insisted. "I just feel like talking to Carlos."

Carlos was one of the many actors and actresses she met on the set. Carlos played Macro, Aubrey's main love interest. He was funny, understanding, and would listen to her rants of frustration. All in all, they had a great relationship with each other.

Not a romantic one, mind you.

Carlos was gay.

She dialed his number, and he almost immediately responded. She put him on speaker.

"Hey Marshmallow!" Carlos exclaimed

"Hello, rainbow fish."

"Let me guess. Lila?" he questioned.

She sighed, "Yeah. You know me too well."

"So, what she do this time?"

"She essentially called Hugo a pedophile."

"...What?" He practically hissed.

"Yep. Said she knew the old man and claimed he had a crush on her."

"That lying two-faced fox." he sneered.

"She also said she knew the secret lead, that they were practically besties, and then straight up looked at me and proclaimed to everyone that the lead didn't like me."

“Wow. And they actually believed her?

"They always have been. And Adrien did nothing, again." Tikki handed her one of her cookies. She was missing lunch time.

"Seriously, that Agreste boy needs to grow a pair! I'm starting to think he just doesn't care."

Marinette said nothing. She could practically hear him rubbing his temples.

"*sigh* Don't worry Marinette. With the pilot episode being released next Tuesday, they'll learn the truth and regret treating you like trash. Everyone will finally know that Lila has been spewing bullshit since she arrived."

"I really hope so. I'm not sure how long I can take this."

"Girl, I'm telling you! Transfer schools! It's obvious that they're the type to suck up to influential people. Once they find out you're the secret lead, and MDC, they're gonna clam up to you so fast for clout it's not even funny."

THAT was another thing she hardly told anyone. A couple of weeks ago, she opened a commission website called MDCDesigns.

To help her out - and because they believed her clothes were to die for - , Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale began to wear her designs more often. It wasn't long until the Style Queen herself read a review, and for the first time in a long time, she wasn't tearing a brand to shreds.

In fact, she actually seemed to like her designs.

"They have potential, I'll admit. Certainly about average. Marvelous designs. " Style Queen said in her review. "If they keep this up, they'll certainly have a spot in the industry." She turned to the cameras. "Also, if you're watching this MDC, know that if we ever meet, I'd like a cream colored faux fur scarf."

Her website practically crashed due to the insane amount of commissions she had received that night. Ever since then, people have been dying to know who this mysterious designer was. She wondered if opening the shop was a good decision: not because of her career, mind you, but her health.

Regardless, she was planning to reveal herself after the pilot episode was aired on HBO (not Netflix Lila. If your gonna lie about something, at least research it beforehand)in an interview -with proof, as many people have claimed to be MDC since then.

She sat there in thought, when she was done thinking she responded.

"That... that sounds like a good idea. Well, the Earth doesn't revolve around me! How is your trip going yo-"

Suddenly, she heard footsteps and a door being slammed closed.

She froze.

"What was that??!"

She’d had Carlos on speaker the entire time.

Someone had been watching her.

And the person must've heard everything they said.

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Hi!

So, this is my first project, and I’m not sure I wanna continue writing it. If you wanna adopt it, I don’t mind. Positive criticism is welcome! Reblog if you want idc rn.

Also, seriously, Check out the series "Autodale” created by Dead Sound on youtube. It can be a little dark, but I think most people can handle it! It’s amazing!

This is also kinda based off of the tumblr fanfic “After The Week Off”. Huge thanks to princesslenaakaladykittuna for the link.

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Anyways, have a nice day!

#lila salt #au #MDC #miraculous #class salt #ml #mlb #ml au #WTWK

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littlemisslipbalm · 3 years

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Ok I’m horny so I’m gonna write something really bad instead of doing my French because I want to channel my libido into something besides riding my vibrator and getting unbelievably wet

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I was having a bad day back at school. I had missed a week worth of schoolwork and I was stressed beyond belief. Coming back from a foot injury could be rough enough but compounding the pandemic had me feeling extremely down on myself.

After I muddled work that was due at midnight I laid back in my chair and sighed. I knew what I needed but was sure if I could get it.

I side-eyed my phone next to my closed computer. In a flash it was in my hands and I was already typing out my message to Harry.

“Ik it’s a work day but I just got back and I’m going out of my mind...”

I pressed send and crossed my legs into my chest as I waited for the response. Harry was a coworker of mine at the gym I just started working at and a friend. When I started working at the gym, our friendship got a lot closer. We had a lot of shifts together and after a long closing one on a Friday he invited me back to his apartment.

He was a fourth year and I was as a second year but it didn’t both me. We shared a bottle of nice red and before I knew it we were fucking on his couch.

After work I had changed to a black tank top that showed the best cleavage and also had a cut out below so Harry could see the underside of my tits too.

My leggings had been peeled off ten minutes into the show we’d turned on and my little thong was shoved to the side of my pussy. It was wet from the wine and all of thoughts of Harry and me that had begun the minute he asked me if I wanted to come over.

He had asked if he needed a condom and I said no before he rubbed his red head again my throbbing clit. He slapped them together a few times making an obscene wet sounds before he pushed hard into my pussy.

It took about three quarters of him but he was so big I moaned out in pleasure and pain.

“Fuck, babe,” he grunted out before grinning down at me, “My little pussy’s real tight isn’t it?”

He called it his...I bit down hard on my bottom lip and stared up at him with wide eyes.

“Isn’t it?” He wanted a response with his growled repeated question.

He was so big and I felt dumbfounded by his cock.

“Yes,” I finally mumbled out when one of his hands that wasn’t gripping my hip came around my throat.

“Yes, what?” He prodded.

“Yes daddy?” I offer, I was always down for dirty talk but with the wine I was even bolder.

“I was looking for sir, but daddy works too,” he chuckles darkly.

He thrusts fully inside of me and I moan out long and hard. His grip around my throat doesn’t subside and the slight compression makes everything feel that hotter.

His hips push me further into the couch with each thrust and he grunts every so often. His biceps are flexing with each one and the muscles on his arms show that he’s going to leave my body bruised from this fuck.

“God you’re so wet, pet. Your juices are just slipping out of my pussy each time it takes my cock,” Harry murmurs.

I whimper in response.

That was the first time we hooked up. Since then it had been pretty regular for us to fuck after our shifts together, either at my place or his. One time I was cleaning the men’s dressing room and Harry found me and fucked me against the sink that I then had to clean again but fuck it was hot to see him taking me from behind in the mirror.

Now as I wait for a text from him I get wet just thinking about him. My mind can’t run too far because he responds right away.

“Aww is my pretty pussy in need of a good fuck from daddy?”

“Mmhmm” I type back quickly, there was no shame in how desperate I was for his dick.

“Be over in 10.”

I squealed at his response. He must have just gotten off work and now I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me every which way possible.

When Harry arrived, he knocked and I limped to the door with my slightly still hurt ankle.

“Missed ya’, pet” Harry drawls out with his ever present British accent.

“Missed you too, daddy,” my eyes stare straight into his as I pull him through the door and begin to lead him to my room immediately

“Someone’s eager,” he notes

“You can’t tease me today I’m really in need of you.”

“Ask and you shall receive, babe.” He pets at the top of my hair and places a peck on my lips before removing his shirt.

“Show me your pretty body, babe” he tells me and I begin to undress.

“Fuck,” Harry sighs and I smile. “Never gonna get used to that. You’re tits are perfect.”

I laugh and he asks me what position I want to start with.

I tell him I want to ride him and he adjusts himself on my bed before I slip on top and grind a little on him.

“Already so wet, fuck you are desperate,” harry says as he feels some of my juices slip from my folds and onto his bare thigh.

I ignore his comment and begin to bounce on his cock fast. I need the release and he’s gonna bring me to it.

After I swivel my hips around his cock for a good amount of time and Harry spanks my ass till it’s red, he decides he’s done letting me be in charge. He gets me in doggy position and starts pistoning his dick back into my juicy pussy. His balls slap against my clit and with each smack I moan out and he chuckles.

“That’s my little slut,” he murmurs, spanking me one more time before kneading my ass between his big hands. His long spindly fingers grip my flesh and it makes his cock in my pussy feel even better

“Fuck daddy,” I scream when he starts to go even faster and he pushes my head down into my pillows.

The dirty sound of skin slapping and our pants and cries are all the fills the room. There was no time for any music or ambiance. We just need to chase our high and here it came. Harry’s hips stutter as his cock stuffs deep into my core. He holds my body to him to empty himself inside me and I’m screaming into my pillows and jerking around as he holds me down. The feeling of his cum inside me is overwhelming and I feel like I’m in a different universe when he starts to pull out and his cum begins to drip out of my hole.

“That’s it,” Harry coos into my ear, “that’s my sweet little slut, taking daddy like a fucking angel.”

He flips my body over and kisses up from my clit to my face.

“Thank you,” I say.

#Harry styles smut #Harry styles blurb #Harry styles smut blurb #holy fuck I just wrote this out of nowhere and now I’m so wet #lmk what you think #Harry styles one shot #random and not good

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bea, you've been around with nct for so long and have constantly been creating high-quality content for us for free, and I really admire your passion & endless creativity 💚 i was wondering how you managed to juggle between your rl endeavours & your hobbies?

i have a tendency to go all out for something that i really like, and ive been finding myself prioritising them over my rl stuff, and i know it's not them but my poor time management skill to blame. i fear that i might miss out a lot of them if im not in ncity even for just a day. i know that at the current stage of my life, i have to focus on rl more, and im really struggling between the two 😔😔

quick answer: i don't really have real life endeavors and hobbies 😂

no, but really like I love writing, I've always loved writing since I was really young. Reading and writing go hand in hand with me, so any time I'm reading I wish I was writing and I'm getting ideas for like plotlines or just little snippet scenes that I would like to write that are inspired by whatever book I'm reading. I've been writing fanfiction since I was probably like twelve or something, like I started with Harry Potter and Twilight then that became One Direction, and when I got into kpop I started writing a tiny bit of BTS, but mostly I've only ever written for NCT when it comes to kpop

Usually I try to find time to also read and watch movies or TV instead of just writing and digging myself down the kpop rabbit hole, try to hang out with my best friend (but I'm very much a person who likes to be home, so that's rough), but with doing these member days I haven't really been doing those other things much, so right now I'm not doing a good balance of kpop and other interests

I think it helped a lot that I didn't get into kpop until I was halfway through college, and I didn't even start listening to NCT until I graduated from college, so I don't have like the real life responsibility of schoolwork, and my job isn't the kind that you need to bring home from work, so like as soon as I'm done with work for the day I can bury myself in kpop if I really want to when we're talking about time management. With NCT especially, it does feel like if you're not constantly online it's so easily to fall behind on content, like I don't know how many times I get home from work and they've posted on YouTube, Instagram, Twitter, TikTok, they've done music show performances and new interviews are posted, and there was an online concert earlier in the day too, and then there's like just a mountain of things it feels like I've missed out on, but normally I just come on here or quickly scroll through twitter and get the gist of what I've missed out on.

Focusing on real life is definitely more important, that's for sure. Like it's not the end of the world if you're away from ncity for a day or two or a week or even months, as long as you focus on you and what makes you happy and what's good for you. There are always update accounts that will let you know if you've missed anything big, and if you're away for a little while, I'm sure there are plenty of accounts who you can ask that can help you figure out what you've missed!

I'm just here because I've been stuck on tumblr since literally 2012 when I discovered the massive amount of One Direction fanfiction on here, and I know that I wasted so much of my high school and college time on tumblr, thinking about what to write or wanting to keep up to date instead of going out and having fun with my friends, and I know that I've seriously missed out on opportunities I should have taken, so that's probably my best reason behind telling you that if you're struggling to find a balance between real life and your kpop interests, definitely don't let this interfere with doing real life things, making real life friends, going and having fun in real life.

#asks #like for real #it's both a good and a bad thing that tumblr and me being so deeply ingrained in fandom and fanfiction has #made me who i am today like there's definitely good in that #but the bad is that i think it's made me a person who's glued to my laptop and is best at creating parasocial relationships #rather than real life relationships (rip)#so go out there into your real life and do real life things #that's my bit of advice for the day #but damn.... answering this and realizing i've been writing on tumblr for 10 years???#what??? and I know that some of the stuff I write nowadays I kinda cringe at #but when I look at my early day stuff from when I first started on tumblr I'm like.... oh.....#i didn't write smut back then (as I was a minor) but god i wrote drama and fluff? I guess with like hints toward sexy stuff #but yeah..... cringe #and i did in fact write one direction ship fics as well as some 1dmember x OC fics #and even a couple reader inserts but mostly i didn't write reader insert stuff to the degree i do now until i started this blog #like i don't know if I even know how to write from a POV that's not second person anymore lol

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nyxienoya · 3 years

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Innermost Thoughts

A KiraShino fic for all your angsty needs

Plot: Yoshikage Kira has fallen in love, but how will he deal with it?

TW; angst

Word count; 3.6k

Fic under the cut

Yoshikage Kira still didn’t understand how he got into this situation; it had been round two months since he escaped the grasps of Josuke Higashikita and changed his face to Kosaku Kawajiri. Unbeknownst to him, more time than he would have liked as Kosaku had passed.

As usual, he lived life with a day-by-day routine which he stuck to by the minute, but one thing Yoshikage Kira would have expected was for his new personal life to infiltrate his business plans.

Before taking on this guise, Kira had no clue what he was getting himself into regarding having a new personal life to fit himself into, living life as a stranger to himself. He was hoping he picked a sad misanthrope much attune to his own desires, to which Kira could continue with his daily life with nothing major interrupting his plans, but alas, the ambush he had received gave Kira a limited time to switch faces. Rather, he got himself into a situation where he was a businessman with a wife and child. This situation was clear to anyone who could psychoanalyze Kira’s behaviour when he was around this family. It was uncomfortable, but Kira quickly learnt how to adapt to having a supportive family life. His ‘son’ Hayato, only aged eleven seemed to remind Kira of himself in some ways, he was intelligent, with a hopeless case of snooping into business that wasn’t his. He seemed to catch onto things quickly, and regarding Kira’s mission, it was not ideal. Despite this, Kira found himself to respect the child, slowly growing a fondness towards him, even to the point of helping him with his schoolwork at the kitchen table in the mornings.

However, Kira was currently pacing back and forth in the attic where resided Stray Cat napping, meowing softly in its sleep. Grasping at his hair, pulling it slightly; Kira groaned. Guilt was pouring into his soul, and it was reflected into Killer’s Queen’s performance, he wasn’t as agile and quick as usual, and all for one small reason. Yoshikage Kira had fallen in love.

Kosaku was married to this gorgeous woman, Shinobu. At first, Kira could hardly tolerate the woman, she was overly clingy and hopelessly in love with this Kosaku, but over these past two months of living this new life, Kira found himself becoming less repulsed by Shinobu’s touches and acts of generosity. It all started when she started to make coffee Kira’s ideal way rather than Kosaku’s without questioning it. The mere thought of that made Kira’s heart flutter. Further on into the relationship, Kira kissed Shinobu on the cheek; seeing her shocked and flustered face made Kira’s stomach pool in anger in the moment. He knew nothing about the past life Kosaku lived with Shinobu and Hayato, but with hints through their behaviour he caught on with the fact that their relationship wasn’t all that healthy due to Shinobu’s compliance, and Hayato’s reluctance to have long conversations with him.

Kira stopped his pacing momentarily, the mere thought of Kosaku’s previous life whether healthy or not made Kira flood with jealousy. How dare that scum have ever laid his hands on his Shinobu. Wait. HIS Shinobu. “Oh dear,” he starts, resting his hand against his cheek. “Why do I feel this way about a meaningless woman. I need to focus on the task at hand, and that is killing Josuke Higashikita, I can’t-“ he stuttered, “I can’t fall in love. It’s not in my nature whatsoever, but when she touches me, or kisses my cheek.” Kira shook his head, trying to stop his thoughts, a faint blush cropping up on his face.

In Kira’s mind, he wasn’t worthy of love, nothing he had done in life could even start to warrant any emotion as strong as love, even from a young child he knew his parents didn’t ‘love’ him. They only had him for the sake of having a child and being parents, this only becoming more prevalent in these recent months with his father helping with Kira’s goal of creating more enemy stand users to defeat and kill more people for him, making it easier for Kira to live a quiet life with no repercussions.

But now, he had a woman who was there for him no matter the situation, loving him unconditionally. Kira almost couldn’t take it, this much exposure to genuine love had him flustered to even the thought of Shinobu giving him a kiss on the cheek every morning.

Taking a deep breath, Kira tried to recollect his thoughts. He cracked open the window shades slightly, letting a ray of sunlight hit Stray Cat, causing it to wake up with a loud hiss. Kira’s eyes widened partially, letting out a ‘hush’ to the same volume as Stray Cat. “Listen up, I need you to distract that boy Hayato, I know he’s aware of your existence and I have plans that I need to get to. Understand?” He asked the cat-plant hybrid, to which he got a response with a soft mewl alongside a nod. “Good. I’ll be sure to leave the shader open slightly so you don’t lose track of your task.” He stated, tightening his tie. He walked over to the exit of the attic and promptly left thoughts of Shinobu ubiquitous in his mind.

As he exited the attic, he saw Hayato hiding around the corner from the corner of his eye, “I can see you Hayato, not as sneaky as you thought you were.” Kira said, a joking tone shining through his words. Hayato then revealed himself from the corner and solemnly held up a sheet of paper, looking down in embarrassment, “Mom’s taking a nap so she can’t sign it; so, can you? It’s for a school trip I have next week.” He said, still refusing to make eye contact. “Of course, I’ll sign it, what kind of father would I be if I didn’t?” He asked rhetorically, he continued; “Just leave it on the kitchen table, I’ll be down in a moment, I just have something to do really quick.” Hayato nodded and scurried off downstairs to the kitchen, then more than likely left to his room.

After hearing the door to Hayato’s room click, Kira took swift steps towards his and Shinobu’s shared room and softly opened the door and entered, being sure to not disturb her nap. Standing by the door, he took in the sight of his ‘wife’, she was sprawled on top of the sheets, napping. Poor woman must have been so exhausted that she passed out right as she touched the bed, even to the point where she still had her slippers on.

Kira stepped towards her, the smell of her perfume wafting through the room. It was a soft floral scent, hyacinths with a mix of honey and limoncello sorbet concomitant to the white flower. Gently, Kira took off Shinobu’s slippers, placing them down besides the bed. He sat on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight, causing Shinobu to stir slightly. He brushed his fingers across her face, brushing her hair out of her face. “You’re so gorgeous.” Kira softly muttered to himself. He was stunned that he even got himself to feel any emotion towards someone which wasn’t just pure lust for their hands, but love. A raw, intimate and genuine emotion Kira had never felt before, it was shocking that he’d even admit it to himself, let alone express it in the form of words of affirmation.

Noticing a blanket placed lonely on the dresser, Kira got up to grab it, unfolding it to place it over Shinobu’s unconscious body. Instantly, she snuggled up in the blanket, a tired smile flashing upon her face, round cheeks rosy. Walking back to her, Kira leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to Shinobu’s forehead before exiting the room, not before having a longing stare at her form first.

When he did leave the room, he remembered that he had still yet to sign Hayato’s slip, heading to the kitchen, he took a pen out from his blazer pocket and quickly signed it as Kosaku. More often than not Kira would forget that he was living life as Kosaku and not himself, the emotions he felt for the other two members of the household were too strong for Kira to ignore. He genuinely saw himself as a part of the family, as Hayato’s biological father and Shinobu’s husband. Alas, neither of which were true, he knew Shinobu would never love Kira for who he was; he was a serial killer after all. He knew that Shinobu fell in love with Kosaku Kawajiri, not Yoshikage Kira, and what Kira saw in his fantasies and dreams was a life with just that. Him, Shinobu and Hayato as a happy family. Though Shinobu expressed her love quite often to him, she would never know that it was being directed to a stranger and not the man she married. Yoshikage Kira would never feel love aimed towards him directly, he only acted as a barrier to Kosaku Kawajiri. She will never love him.

Realising he was still gripping the pen, Kira cleared his throat abruptly, slipping the pen back into his pocket. Slapping his face quickly with both hands, he brought himself back to reality. Externally, it would look as though those thoughts didn’t affect him, but internally, it felt like an eternal heartache, knowing that he would never be significant enough in someone’s life for them to say those three meaningful words ‘I love you’. However, rather than dwelling on it, Kira decided to make something impactful out of it. Heading towards the front door, grabbing the car keys off a little hook hanging by the door and left.

The plan was to book a reservation at the fanciest restaurant in Morioh and treat Shinobu how Kosaku never did like royalty, it’s the least she deserves for essentially acting as a single mother to Hayato. Stopping by at the restaurant, he booked the reservation for 8pm. Looking down at his watch, he saw that it gave him five more hours to prepare the rest of the night. Next, he drove towards the centre of Morioh, where all the high-class stores were situated. Afterall, he was still Yoshikage Kira, he was able to effortlessly spend copious amounts of money at once and his bank account would hardly break a dent. Kosaku would’ve only wished to buy something as expensive as Kira’s signature suit which he no longer bared. Parking his car, he stepped out and locked the doors quickly before walking towards one of the stores, instantly being blasted by the overwhelming scent of lavender and sandalwood. Shooting a look of disgust to no one in particular, Kira remained stoic and walked over to the women’s section of the store, shooing off any retailer who came up to him. Kira knew what he wanted, and he wasn’t going to let anyone sway him otherwise.

There it was, the perfect dress, it was a long-sleeved, burgundy velvet dress that stopped just above the knee, it lay baggy on the slender mannequin, meaning it was a perfect fit for his wife. He could already envision it. The night was going to be perfect. He took the dress off the rack and laid it over his arm, “Can’t forget about some shoes,” he spoke to himself, walking over to where various pairs of shoes of different colours and heel heights sat. Kira could pride himself on one thing, and that was that he knew the exact styles of shoes Shinobu felt comfortable wearing and what she didn’t. She was a woman in her thirties, married with a child, high heels had no business being in her closet, rather, she was more suited to a kitten heel and pumps as they were less strenuous on her ankles. Perusing all the shoes, Kira came across a black kitten pump, so simple, yet so classy. He found the shoes in her size and took the box as well as the dress to the front desk. “That’ll be 46,294.19 Yen, sir.” The cashier said in a monotone voice. Taking his wallet out, he handed over five 10,000 Yen notes to the cashier, promptly receiving the change. “Have a lovely rest of the day.” Kira called out to the cashier as he left, bag in hand.

He placed the bag in the passenger seat of the car before checking his watch. It had already turned 4:30pm. “Hmm, that took longer than expected, by now Shinobu must already be awake, I can’t surprise her with this now.” A frown formed on Kira’s face before entering the driver’s seat. “Oh well, I’ll just find a way to sneak this into our room.” The car drive home was silent, but Yoshikage didn’t mind it, he tended to live his life in silence prior to changing his life, he almost missed it, but the sound of Shinobu’s voice sparked joy in his heart, Kira couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the melodic tone of his wife’s voice.

Before he even knew it, the drive home was complete, before he exited the car, he looked down at his watch once more; 4:50pm. Three hours left until the date.

He exited the car, bag in hand walking towards the front door, not before locking the car door. He unlocked the door and entered; the house was silent apart from the faint sound of the television playing a news channel in the living room. “Shinobu?” He called out, after ten seconds of no response he kicked off his shoes and walked towards the kitchen where he called out once again; “Shinobu, darling?” To which he still got no response. “She must not be awake still, surprising.” He muttered, placing the bag on the kitchen table and turning to one of the draw and pulled out a notepad and ripped out a page and took out the pen from his blazer pocket once more and started to write:

‘Shinobu, my darling wife,

On the dresser is a bag, be ready by 7:10pm, I’m taking you out on the best date you’ve ever been on.

- Love, Kosaku ♡

Taking the note as well as the bag, he walked upstairs to the bedroom where Shinobu was still sleeping and placed the bag and note on the dresser and promptly left to go do some office work.

Approximately an hour and a half passed before Kira’s trance-like state was broken by hearing a shriek come from Shinobu, a soft smile appeared on Kira’s face. “Well at least she’s awake,” he looked up to the clock 6:20pm “perfect.” He allowed ten minutes to pass for Shinobu to put on the dress before leaving his office and heading to the bedroom. He knocked twice before entering the room.

He was starstruck, stunned in place by the sight of Shinobu in the dress. Shinobu’s curves were accentuated through the dress, even the bulge of her post-partum stomach which had remained over the past 11 years stuck out in the dress. It made Kira more attracted to her than he typically was. Her plump thighs making the dress skin-tight made a soft blush form over Kira’s cheeks. “You,” he stumbled over his words; “you look stunning.”

Shinobu turned to face Kira, a bright smile plastered on her face. “You did this? All for me?” She questioned, just as starstruck as her husband. Kira could only muster a nod in response. He stepped towards Shinobu, cupping her face in his hands, causing a large blush to spread across her whole face. Kira leaned in and pressed a quick, but passionate kiss to Shinobu. The first of which Kira had ever shared in his life, and clearly through Shinobu freezing up in response, it was more than likely the first time she was kissed like that since hers and Kosaku’s wedding.

Pulling away, the two were flustered, they shared a momentary silence before Kira broke the silence by clearing his throat and looking away. “You should probably continue to get ready, you do look beautiful darling, gorgeous even.” He stated, a soft smile present, He placed a kiss to Shinobu’s cheek before exiting the room and heading into his office where he held a spare suit just in case. It was a matching burgundy suit with a black shirt with a tie being reminiscent of Shinobu’s favourite dress, black with white polka dots.

It took almost no time before it was 7:10, and the two of them was in the car, Shinobu did a natural makeup look, deciding to embrace the features she already had, her hair was in a low messy bun. She had never been faced with the need to get all dressed up for a date to the point where she stressed herself out so much that she ended up doing the bare minimum.

The car drive held some small talk about how their days had been thus far, all whilst Kira was holding Shinobu’s thigh, stroking it softly with his thumb.

As they got to the restaurant they were quickly seated in the back of the restaurant on the balcony, only for the upmost private of dates. Like a gentleman, Kira pulled the chair out for Shinobu before seating himself. The sound of a piano, violins and a harp played together synchronically creating a beautiful tune which Kira caught himself humming along to every so often. Shinobu found herself opening the conversation whilst picking up a menu; “Did you really mean it when you said I was gorgeous earlier? It’s just that you haven’t said that since our wedding, Kosaku. And all of a sudden, you’ve reverted back into your old self, pre-Hayato, pre-marriage, what’s up with it?” Shinobu questioned.

Kira feigned a look of shock, he knew Shinobu could quickly pick up context clues, that’s where Hayato got it from, of course, but Shinobu could pick up on it this easily? Despite the fake look of shock on his face, Kira himself even felt stunned slightly. He thought for a moment before responding, “Of course I meant it, love. Why would I fake that, I’m not a liar you know this?” To Kira, that statement was obviously applicable, but regarding Kosaku, he had no idea whether or not he was truthful. He continued; “Plus, I just felt like rekindling the old spark we had, it’s been lost in a mist for so long, and even to this day, I’m still surprised why you’re still with a man like me. You could do so much better-“ He was abruptly cut of by his wife’s voice, anger lacing her words, “Don’t even say that, you know in hopelessly in love with you Kosaku” she went silent for a moment, “even with how you’ve treated me this past decade, I’m not quite certain what I’d be like without you in my life. You mean the world to me.” Tears were brimming at Shinobu’s eyes.

Kira froze, for the first time in his life, he didn’t know how to react to a situation, it was this one woman who finally had the Yoshikage Kira stumped and not the masterful plan from an enemy of his.

How could a woman as perfect as Shinobu fall in love with scum like Kosaku to the point of not being able to leave him out of pure desperation of not knowing where her life would go. Finally, with what felt like eons, Kira finally plucked up the courage to respond to Shinobu’s outburst; “You really are the perfect woman Shinobu, my wife, I know it must have felt like forever ago when I last said this to you, but I love you Shinobu Kawajiri, and I’m proud to call you, my wife. I’ve always loved your feistiness, and how nurturing you are towards Hayato even when you are at the worst point in your life. You are indefinitely the most perfect person I’ve set my eyes on. From your stretchmarks to your eyes, to how much you cling to me, Hell, even to how your nose crinkles when you laugh, it’s all perfect.” Kira ranted, every word he said coming from the bottom of his heart, words laced with love and passion.

As he ranted, Shinobu sat there, stunned. Deep down, she knew this wasn’t the Kosaku she married, but hearing those words that spilled out of Kosaku’s mouth, it made her fall in love all over again. For years on end, Shinobu was longing, waiting to just hear those three meaningful words of ‘I love you’ and at last, after eleven, painful years, she finally got to hear them once again. Tears spilled from her eyes, rushing down her cheeks uncontrollably. As soon as Kosaku had finished his rant all Shinobu could muster to say was; “I love you too, unconditionally Kosaku. My heart has been aching for you to say that. Thank you.” She smiled, tears still streaming.

Kira took one of the napkins and as gently as he could, tried to wipe away her tears to no avail, she was so happy that she couldn’t stop crying. The sight of her made Kira smile, she was finally happy after 11 years, but with him, Yoshikage Kira and not Kosaku Kawajiri, if only she knew that, though. Thinking about that made Kira’s heart shatter, but for now. He’ll keep up the fantasy of Kosaku to keep her happy.

Maybe one day, he’ll tell her. Just maybe. Whatever makes Shinobu happy, Kira will abide by, for Yoshikage Kira had fallen in love.

#jojos bizzare adventure #jjba #yoshikage kira #shinobu kawajiri #kosaku kawajiri #kirashino #angst

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Mirror, Mirror Finale P.2

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pairing: draco x ravenclaw reader

request: yes very highly requested lol

summary: despite never speaking before, y/n has a big crush on draco malfoy, a particularly broody and obnoxious slytherin. what will happen when they finally have to start associating? and what if they run into a certain mirror that shows you what you truly desire?

warnings: cursing!

a/n: so ik i said this was gonna be out later this week but i love you guys too much! here it is...the final part of mirror, mirror! it’s weird to finally finish a series like this but ohhhh boy here we are

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“About time you got off your arse.”

“Hello to you too, Rena,” Y/N sighed as she dropped her satchel on her bed. Her roommate watched, bemused, as she began to unpack her things.

“How are you?” she asked, her voice noticeably softer. “I really missed you. We were all worried sick, you know.”

Y/N snorted, tossing her wrinkled robes on the bed and making a mental note to spell them neat later. “I do know. Madame Pomfrey was going to kill me for how many times she had to tell you to leave me and let me rest.”

Rena’s eyes sparkled.

“I’m fine, thank you,” said Y/N. “I missed you too.”

The two sat in silence for a bit as the cold afternoon breeze wafted into their room, carrying the smell of fresh snow in.

“So, anything exciting happen? Did anyone tell you anything….interesting?”

“No.” Y/N was about to turn back to her work before she caught the mischievous expression on Rena’s face. “What? Why?”

“Nothing,” she sang. “I’m just wondering. I have to catch up with my best friend, you know. It’s been forever.”

“It’s been the whole of four days.”

“It’s been forever,” she restated, jumping up and spinning Y/N around (who couldn’t help but allow a slow grin to spread across her face).

“I was going crazy in there.” Y/N’s voice was considerably more serious. “I never told you, but--” she chose to ignore the look of anticipation written all over Rena’s face, “--Malfoy talked to me. And he was so nice to me, it was we--”

“That COWARD!”

The outburst started Y/N, who dropped her things on the floor in shock. “I’m sorry? Rena, what happened?”

“I can’t tell you,” said Rena, her tone dutiful and mournful. “It’s not my place. Anyways, what did that loser do?”

“Er,” began Y/N, “I don’t know how much of it was real or if it was because I was on pain potion, but he and I--I don’t know, flirted? There was a lot of banter, and before he knew it he pulled me off the ground--”

“You were on the ground?”

“--he pulled me off the ground and picked the gravel out of my palms.” Y/N swallowed as she recounted the instance. She’d never seen him look so soft before. “He said he had something he wanted to tell me, and his voice got all strange.”

“And then?”

“And then Madame Pomfrey came to yell at me and basically--oh god, Rena, she basically told him that I dreamt of him!”

Rena snorted with laughter. “Shit, dude. I don’t think you should worry, though. You’d think any bloke with half a brain would’ve figured out that you were obsessed with him by now.”

“Shut up.” Y/N’s face was hot. “Anyways, I haven’t seen him since. I’d prefer if we could stop talking about this.”

“Sure, sure.” She took in a breath. “Wait, what about rounds? Don’t you still have to see him?”

“No. Flitwick told me I’m off. At least until next month.” If she sped through the thought, it didn’t hurt as much.

“Ending of a chapter, huh? How are you feeling about that?”

Y/N sighed. “Honestly, Rena, I love you, you know I do, but I don’t want to talk about this anymore. Okay? It’s over.”

If her words carried any deeper meaning to Rena, she didn’t show it. “Lighten up, girly. Maybe it’s not.”

“All I’ve done is make a fool of myself,” lamented Y/N, throwing her empty satchel in the closet and collapsing onto her bed. “I’m just going to go back to what everything was before. This hasn’t changed anything. Now, Rena, I have a Potions exam to study for.”

“Whatever floats your boat.”

Her interactions with Draco were few and far between in the following weeks. Sometimes she caught a few glimpses of a pale blonde head of hair as she walked down the halls to her classes, but nothing concrete, nothing even close to the amount of interaction they had while she was still bound to her rounds.

It was certainly a punch in the gut--after all, she did spend a good portion of her academic career thirsting over him--but the sensible part of her knew that this was for the better. Her schoolwork became her top priority again, just like it had been the years before she was assigned to be his partner.

So, given this pattern of communication, it was fair to say that Y/N was completely and utterly flabbergasted when she saw Draco waiting by the entry of her common room at 11pm one night.

“Can I help you?” she asked as she shifted the books in her satchel to be secured over her shoulder.

“Yes, actually,” he said smoothly, not tripping over his words in the slightest. “I have rounds tonight.”

“I’m aware.” She hoped that he couldn’t hear her heart pounding the way that it was.

“And I’m out of Wide-eye potion.”

“That really sucks,” Y/N said as she held up her hand on the door of the common room, uttering the riddle’s answer under her breath before she stepped in.

“Wait!” His voice turned her around--it was pleading, almost desperate. “I have an exam tomorrow. No one in Slytherin has any. Snape would kick my arse for waking him up now. I know you have some left over since you never finished the rounds, and I--I understand if you don’t want to but it doesn’t have a very good shelf life anyways and I was hoping you’d...that you’d be alright with giving it to me.”

She paused, completely stunned. The most hopeful part of her wondered if he had made this up, but she squelched this with a force that nearly knocked the wind out of her. “Fine. Come with me, you must be freezing outside.”

Y/N wasn’t wrong--the weather had taken a turn in the past few days to be bitterly cold--but it wasn’t like she’d object seeing him for any longer. She mentally cursed herself for being so weak-willed.

Draco looked pleasantly surprised at the suggestion and stepped into the common room with her, following her up until she reached the base of the stairs. “I’ll wait here.”

“If you’re comfortable,” she began, “I’d honestly prefer if you came with me. I don’t want to explain to anyone why I let you into our common room unsupervised.”

He looked like his mind was buffering the information for a second, standing with a glazed look in his eyes before he sucked in a breath and became the picture of confidence once again. “Want me in your room that bad?”

Yes.

“You wish.”

He scoffed as they climbed the stairs, Y/N a few steps above him. She thought that if she maintained the space he wouldn’t see how hard she was shaking and wondered where Rena was. Studying with Hermione like she told her she was? She hoped.

Y/N stopped in front of her door at the very end of the hall, decorated with a banner that had their names displayed in glittering bronze letters that moved in the light. “Ok. You can come in with me if you want--it might be a couple minutes since I don’t quite remember where it is.”

He looked amused with himself as she got out her wand and attempted to unlock her door with the specialized charm she and Rena had decided upon. Mortifyingly enough, her hand was too shaky to execute it.

“Hey, hey,” Draco tutted, holding his hand out. It enveloped hers and held her wand still as she muttered the incantation, unlocking the door and swinging it open.

“Er...thanks,” she said. His hand was still over hers.

Y/N broke the eye contact to dart through the door to a thankfully dark and empty room--if Rena had seen that, she never would’ve let her hear the end of that--and began rifling through her drawers as Draco shut the door and examined her room.

“You’re flustered,” he noted as she tipped over one of her candlesticks and just barely managed to catch it. “Is everything okay? Trouble in paradise, little Ravenclaw?”

“Like you care.” Y/N shut the desk drawer with an audible BANG. “And don’t call me that. Rowena Ravenclaw is rolling in her grave hearing you infantilize her good name like that.”

Draco laughed from his stance by her door--a sound that she hated to admit that she really missed. “I take back what I said. You certainly sound like yourself.”

Y/N’s fingers finally closed around the last bottle of Wide-Eye, which was quickly tossed to Draco. “Happy now?”

He sent her a strangely weak smile as he slipped the vial into his pocket, no doubt silk lined and expensive. “Sure. So this is goodbye? Actually?”

“I think...I think so.”

Y/N had moved closer to him so only about a foot stood between them, a distance that felt like a mile from where she stood.

This is goodbye.

Draco was making a motion to turn around and open the door when Y/N experienced the most severe lapse of judgement in the entirety of her 17 years.

She sprung forward, her fingers curling around the satiny soft fabric of his tie and pulling. Her motion was rough enough that he jolted forward, his eyes wide with surprise as Y/N closed in and pressed her lips to his in a very chaste and ungraceful movement.

The split second that it took for her to realize the consequences of her actions was enough for her to let go completely and jump away, apologies readily falling out of her mouth in disjointed and clumsy collections.

“I’m so sorry...Oh my god...I have no idea what got into me...Draco, I--”

Before she could finish, his hands were already cupping her face, his frame bent down the slightest so he could be more level with her. And he was--oh--he was kissing her, actually properly this time, without the tense closed-offness of her first attempt.

When Y/N imagined what it was like to kiss Draco Malfoy, she didn’t imagine him to be so soft. Or warm. Or gentle, or pliant, or whatever other good things he was to her as he snaked her arms around her and held her tight to him.

His kisses turned feverish, almost desperate as he turned her so she was pressed up between him and the wall. Everywhere his hands touched felt charged with electricity and energy, and as his hands traveled up and down her spine she decided that this must be what it’s like to die of happiness.

“Draco,” she managed in between kisses, pulling away for air for just a moment and sliding back down so her feet touched the floor again. “Can we talk? About this?”

“Thanks,” he responded, his eyes glittering with endearment. “I almost forgot you were a Ravenclaw.”

“Shut up.”

He grinned but made no effort to step away from her, instead choosing to drag his fingers up and down the side of her exposed neck. “What’s there to talk about? I like you, you like me, there’s nothing we need to do to complicate this further.”

“You...you what?”

“Yes, genius, what else did you think I was planning on telling you that day in the courtyard,” Draco said. “I’ve been avoiding you because I thought you were over me. That was horribly embarrassing, you know. Had to nurse my ego for weeks before I could garner up the courage to speak to you again.” He stopped to gently press the pad of his thumb into the little dimple she had in her left cheek, smiling uncontrollably as he moved his hand back to cup her face.

“How was I supposed to know that?” argued Y/N.

“Isn’t this supposed to be the smart house?” he teased.

She slapped his shoulder. “Don’t make me decide I don’t like you anymore.”

“Oh, so you admit it?”

“Admit what?”

“That you like me?”

“I’m going to scream.”

“Just from kissing me? Wow, I must be good.”

“I mean it!”

“So do I!”

Y/N gazed up at the boy in front of her for a few beats, admiring how the moonlight bounced off the silvery strands of his hair and how his smile reached every corner of his face.

“I take back what I said,” she told him.

“Oh, and what is that?”

“This isn’t goodbye.”

He smiled again, leaning in close so his lips barely brushed her ear. “No. No, it isn’t.”

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