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still-a-morosexual-help · 3 years

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OBEY ME! LESSON 57 DETAILED SUMMARY AND DISCUSSIONS/THEORIES

*I wrote this days after the lesson was first posted and never bothered to go back and edit it so meaning there will be me theorizing about the next lesson as well

*I write a small para for each chapter and I write it immediately after finishing that chapter so there’ll be theorizing about the next chapter too

*I swear more than usual here

*Some of the dialogue is heavily plagiarized and a few is lifted directly from the story, the game is to figure which is which.

*Summaries and Discussions/theories for all the other lessons can be found on this blog under #obey me spoilers or #my theories or #my headcanons

MC wakes up to Belphie and Satan planning on kidnapping them, deciding to wake them up and then arguing about which small prank they should play to wake them up (satan suggests holding their nose till they wake up and Belphie says they’d have to be careful with that method cause it could kill a human). MC decides it’d be best nor to let them go ahead with anyone of this and wakes up screaming to scare them both. They complain about being reverse pranked and say that breakfast is ready. Belphie also gives them the star of diligence for all that happened last lesson. Belphie asks if once MC becomes an actual sorcerer if Solomon will teach them higher level magic. Satan say it’d be a great boost to the anti-lucifer league. Belphie wonders what the final exam would be (and I just realised these two exams will be the final exam holy shit) and satan asks MC if they’re confident, they say ‘after all the BS I’ve been through? FUCK YEAH!’ Satan says it’s good to be motivated but to stay focused, Belphie says past experience shows that MC can stand to lose a little focus and still be okay. There’s a commotion and they realise that it’s probably Beel rampaging cause he got too hungry.

Asmo scolds Beel for his rampage, Beel apologizes and Asmo tells him not to apologize through a mouthful of food cause it seems less sincere. Asmo asks if he even regrets it and Beel ignores him to go reheat the meat pies which pisses asmo off more. Belphie tells him to drop it and that it was partly their fault for taking so long to come back. Asmo then scolds Belphie for being too soft with Beel. Lucifer asks about MC’s star and congratulates them. MC thanks him and questions him being so happy about them nearly being done. He says them becoming a proper sorcerer is important for all the brothers and that personally Lucifer wants them to become more powerful than Solomon so that they can finally shut him up and make him stop pestering Lucifer for a pact. Belphie questions Lucifer more about Solomon and Lucifer complains, also saying that there are plenty of demons willing to forge a pact with him but Asmo says Solomon’s very particular about who he makes pacts with. Asmo says word for word, “It may not seem like it, but he’s got a very cold-blooded side to him. He probably picks his targets purely based on whether they’ll be of use to him.” (I just think it’s really interesting that asmo calls them ‘targets’ though the character relationship diagram did say that Solomon considers others his playthings). Asmo uses Mammon as an example of a demon Solomon wouldn’t want to forge a pact with but Mammon doesn’t respond instant he’s silent and distracted/worried. Asmo pokes at Mammon again asking if he agrees. Mammon distractedly agrees. Asmo’s smile instantly falls, shocked and upset that Mammon isn’t biting back and arguing or saying something mean in return (why is this my brother & I???). Satan says that Levi will also be useless to Solomon. Levi responds the same way as Mammon did which freaks out both Satan and Belphie. MC asks Mammon & Levi what’s wrong. Belphie states how weird they’re being and Asmo also asks what happened, looking particularly upset. Lucifer calls out to the both of them too. But before they get a response Barbatos calls Lucifer asking them all to come to the hotel immediately.

On the way over Satan says Barbatos asking them over this early is strange and asks if he gave Lucifer a reason, Lucifer said Barbatos had promised to explain when they got there. Satan asks if this is wise considering two of them were already acting odd. Lucifer turns to them and says he’s not going to ask what their behaviour’s about rn but when they go back home the two of them have to explain to him what happened. They both give distracted noncommittal hums as answers. Satan says they’re like completely different people rn and Asmo says whatever the reason behind their behaviour it’s probably stupid. Asmo then asks MC about how he should paint his nails next time, MC can say a mature look, =a feminine look or a simple look. Then he remembers he’s supposed to enrol in a cooking class that makes food to “cleanse the soul” it’ll be hard with new nails. He also worries about whether food that ‘cleanses the soul’ could exorcise him. MC after all the BS they’ve gone through is extremely paranoid and says it sounds sus Asmo says the 7 of them are also pretty suspicious and that given their limited time in the human world he wants to do everything he can. Behind them Levi meows. Asmo says that though the demons are here just on break the angels are gonna be here long term (guys guys guys what if S4’s after the brothers leave and it’s an angel focused season with them bringing in Michael and Raphael and the brothers only show up for small bits??? I’d cry I’ll get Mammon withdrawal). Levi meows again. Asmo says he wants to stay and have fun in the human world for longer too. Levi meows thrice in a row. Asmo finally snaps and yells at Levi. Levi says he just wants to talk to MC for a bit (remembered the girl in college who used to meow at me whenever we passed by each other). Satan says he knows that Levi’s done something bad that’s gonna piss off Lucifer and now he’s trying to drag MC away from the others to find away to fix it. Levi tries to deny it but Satan just congratulates him and says depending on how this turns out they may invite him to the ant-lucifer league. Belphie asks what he did and Levi tries to deny it until Beel stops walking in stunned silence and Belphie asks him what happened. Beel says he just remembered something awful.

Beel wants to go back to get his abandoned meat pies, Mammon breaks outta whatever stupor he was in to say that’s insane and MC suggests heading through the market. Beel loves the idea and hugs MC, with Asmo saying he wants to hug MC too. At the market people stare at them, Lucifer says it’s natural with how big a group they are, Asmo contributes it to his beauty, I say it’s Satan’s ugly ass clothes. Mammon says people oughta pay them if they’re gonna stare, Levi says it’s embarrassing and MC tells him he’s being too self-conscious, Levi replies saying it feels like he’s being made to do an embarrassing public dare. The butcher greets all of them, surprised to see all of them at once, Beel places his order and the butchers asks if they’re friends, family…(members of a cult? Orgy?) MC can look over at either Mammon or Lucifer and get them to answer. Mammon says that except for MC they’re brothers though he doesn’t like being stuck with them for brothers but what can ya do. Belphie says Mammon’s got that last bit backwards. Lucifer says the same as Mammon’s first part but adds on that the others can be embarrassing. Satan says ‘like you’re not!?’ The butcher looks at this back of idiots who all look roughly the same age and nothing alike and says “ah. I see.” Then says “MC is your friend or…”Asmo laughs and calls the butcher nosy and says he and MC are a couple and that they’re they love of his life (the butcher previously also was introduced to Beel & MC and Mammon & Mc as couples…), Mammon says MC’s his servant (what a dick. I love him so much), Belphie says he thought the story was they hired MC as their babysitter (and that doesn’t sound shady at all) MC can say they’re a.) family This makes Beel & lucifer really happy and they agree. b.) their master, Mammon says MC’s got it wrong and it’s the other way around. Levi says that at least in Mammon’s case they got it right. c.) their babysitter – Satan protests to being called a baby. The Butcher’s like right….I kind of don’t wanna ask for anymore details but it’s nice you’re all so close.

Up in the hotel Beel is on his 37th meat pie much to Asmo’s dismay. Diavolo greets them and apologizes for the time, MC asks ‘what kinda bullfuckery is going on now’. Since last night there’ve been rumours of an evil spirit (aren’t diavolo & Barbatos also technically evil spirits…) Last night a guest had coming running to the front desk, seeming very pale and petrified with fear insisting there was something in the room with them. Though they don’t say a word Mammon gets shocked by this and Levi gets upset. Several staff members had gone to investigate but what they’d seen had left them shaking and unable to speak. They shock was so much that everyone who’d seen it had been admitted to the hospital. Mammon starts nervously laughing, saying it must have been all in their imagination, the way he words it makes it sound like he’s implying evil spirits aren’t real which I find hilarious. Levi, stuttering, backs him up. Satan says they can’t have all imagined it (isn’t this a thing though? Wait lemme google it up. Mass hallucinations or epidemic hysteria. The first two examples are during the middle ages and they both happened to nuns which is odd. The first was a nun who kept biting other nuns and it spread till the nuns were biting each other. The other was a nun who kept meowing and well that spread. Hey you guys need to read the wiki page for the examples of this it’s really fucking interesting). Mammon ignores Satan and tries to leave citing ‘stuff’ he’s gotta do. And Levi suddenly remembers some of his prior commitments as well. Asmo calls them out for being suspicious and Mammon stutters through the whole sentence denying it. Lucifer bans them from leaving which upsets them and Satan realises that they were called to get rid of the spirit. MC (who’s a shit) asks why the demon king’s son can’t take care of it or if it’s safe for demons to exorcise evil spirits. He says he’s got meetings the whole morning and that the spirit is something he can’t keep waiting till later. He says that though to humans they may seem similar, demons and evil spirits are very different beings. He also says the spirit is the kind that’ll be hard even for demons to handle alone. Asmo asks if that means Diavolo knows what it is. He says it’s a bogeyman (Me: *snort*)

The twins are surprised, Diavolo asks MC whether they know what it is. Bogeymen are well known even in the human world, with children fearing they may be hiding in dark corners of their rooms, they don’t have their own form and instead appear as your greatest fear (and isn’t this the thing from harry potter? A boggart right?) Belphie asks how it could have ended up in Corvo and Lucifer turns to the two obvious suspects as they try to inch their way towards the door. Through stutters they try to explain that they weren’t trying to run away. Lucifer’s so pissed at this point his text has stopped appearing in bold and is now appearing in red. Mammon throws Levi under the bus, saying he wouldn’t stop adding all these new upgrades to crowe, levi says it was Mammon doing that using Levi’s account and money. Levi said Mammon wanted to try an effect called “Pandora’s Gacha” which would give you a random effect that you weren’t told about beforehand. When Lucifer yells at them to quiet his text is both bold and red so you know he’s seconds away from murdering them. He makes them explain everything properly from the beginning and there’s a flashback. They’re both in Levi’s room, realising how badly they fucked up, as black mist starts to swirl around them (they also keep finishing each other’s sentences as they talk about how fucked they are which I thought was cute). Levi says he has no idea what they summoned but that it should definitely not be loose in the human world and Mammon cusses out crowe (which fair? Which did an update to crowe let loose an evil spirit? Maybe cause crowe’s also connected to the devildom but I can’t imagine anyone in the devildom wanting to be surprised with an evil spirit either… and shouldn’t they correct that bug before someone in the human world summons something that only crowe in the devildom is supposed to summon. But I guess Levi’s crowe is a prototype). Crowe actually answers Mammon and starts telling what it is an what it does as the mist starts taking form. Crowe congratulates them on winning a ‘super special rare effect’, Mammon asks how they could congratulate them when this sucks. The mist forms into Lucifer in his demon form resulting in the two of them screaming and panicking, Mammon’s chanting ‘no’ over and over again and Levi shrieks at Crowe to get rid of it and Crowe asks if he wants to transfer the bogeyman to another location. Crowe asks permission to use 1000DP to install an update to do that, which makes Levi hesitate but Mammon agrees. Crowe asks where they would like to send it. Levi starts stuttering saying he doesn’t know and Mammon says anywhere but here. Levi then stutters out hotel corvo. (So I have questions: Does the bogeyman appear as what you fear the most in general or what you fear the most at the time you see it? Like since before it formed a shape they were already freaking out about Lucifer getting pissed at them so in that one moment that’s what they were scared of more than anything else. Also does it transform into your collective fear? Like since Mammon & Levi met it together it transformed into a pissed demon Lucifer cause that’s the one thing they both fear the most but if it met the two of them individually would it transform into something they alone fear the most? I’m asking cause the two of them seem to piss off Lucifer so much, and despite knowing the consequences for their actions this does not stop them from doing more things to piss off Lucifer, and they’ve been doing this for thousands upon thousands of years that it doesn’t make sense that the thing they fear the most would be Lucifer.)

Back in the present mammon happily compliments Levi on his quick thinking of transferring it to Corvo, Levi happily takes the compliment, calling himself a genius and saying he’d seen an ad for corvo right before the whole bogeyman thing appeared and it popped into his head. “How very interesting…” Says Lucifer with a smile on his face and remembering where they are right now Levi gasps. Lucifer quotes back what they just said to each other before transforming into his demon form making the two of them start screaming again. Belphie says the two of them redefine stupid. Barbatos, with a smile, says he’s pleased they found the cause of all this. And Satan remarks that Barbatos seems really pissed. Beel says the way he’s smiling makes it scarier and actually reminds him of Satan (I love the smiling despite being consumed with seething murderous rage thing some of the demons do. We even saw Mammon do it in that one Devilgram where the brothers for once actually managed to piss him off enough to make him transform into his demon form.) Barbatos says he’ll leave the clean up to Lucifer and the others. Lucifer, now back to normal, agrees despite looking upset and saying he’d rather not. Barbatos drags diavolo to his meeting despite Diavolo protesting and saying he doesn’t want to leave as things get interesting and asking if he can reschedule the meetings, Barbatos says Diavolo had promised to be professional and get all his work done if Barbatos let him come and stay in the human world. Diavolo asks MC if they can have a gossip session about everything that’s gonna happen later and they promise to. Diavolo complains again and Barbatos smiles and goes ‘Young Master.’ And Diavolo immediately fold and leaves. Belphie comments on how even Diavolo wouldn’t dare cross Barbatos when he’s pissed. Asmo and Satan say Levi and Mammon should fix this mess. Mammon says as brothers they should stick together. Belphie says he doesn’t get to play the brother card at his convenience. Asmo asks if MC agrees with him. Levi gives them puppy dog eyes and asks if MC will abandon them. If MC says they should all work together Mammon gets all sparkly eyed and says he knew MC would agree and Levi gets all sparkly eyed and says MC’s the best. Belphie says he doesn’t want to be stuck dealing with this. If MC says it’s their fault and they should figure it out Mammon asks them if that doesn’t sound too harsh and Levi says he understands that nobody cares about them. Satan calls them tweedled-dee and tweedled-dum and says they brought it on themselves. Beel asks Lucifer what they’ll do. Lucifer says Mammon & Levi should deal with it, Levi tries to protest but Asmo says they should have known this would happen. They’re interrupted by Simeon and Solomon, with Solomon saying he wants MC to take care of this.

Lucifer asks why they’re here. Solomon says Barbatos told him and that the bogeyman was a perfect opportunity that they can’t let go to waste and that he wants to make it MC’s final exam. MC can say it sounds exciting or crazy, MC’s a lunatic so after they say the first Solomon is pleased and says he’d expect nothing less from his apprentice and that this is gonna be hard but it’ll make it more rewarding. Simeon laughs and says Solomon seems to have rubbed off on MC, he pauses and adds “in a good way”. Solomon smiling says that they’ll have Simeon with them as help. Simeon says he’d only come by to deliver cakes but had gotten kidnapped by Solomon. MC says they could use Simeon’s help, he’s silent for a moment but agrees though he says he doesn’t know how much help he’ll be. The others agree to come along to watch/help MC’s exam. Mammon gets all sparkly at the thought of his ‘sweet little brothers’ coming to help but Belphie says none of them are doing it for him or Levi but for MC instead. Levi says he feels like they really lucked out here. Solomon asks Lucifer if he has any protests. Lucifer looks tired and done but agrees to it all. They end up in a really creepy bloodstained hall bathed in red light. Beel asks Levi not to walk plastered on to him. Levi stutters and says he can’t. Mammon, also thoroughly freaked out, holds on to MC as they walk and says the hallway is really creepy. Asmo scolds him for using this as an excuse to hold MC. Lucifer tells them all to stfu. From the far end of the fall they hear growling until from the shadows something roars and comes charging towards them. Mammon screams.

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pebblysand · 3 years

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of tyres that blow (extended author’s note of chapter v. of castles)

- - TO READ THE CHAPTER ITSELF, CLICK HERE. - -

Oh, what a month it has been. Well, a month and two days - I’m a bit late updating. I’ve had two good things happen, writing wise. 1) I got my first original short story published (!!!!) (you can read it here) and 2) I put out a little one-shot about Fleur Delacour that I’m super happy about and gave me an idea about a new series (more on that later this week, I hope. I might need help with prompts!). Regardless, this latest Irish lockdown is fucking endless and I sometimes wonder if this fic isn’t just an outlet for my feelings of lockdown-induced loneliness, apathy, but also a constant argument that I have with myself thinking: for the love of god, just pull yourself up, will you? You’re a Gryffindor, goddamn it. I certainly wish my fucked up sleeping patterns on no one, although I may or may have Mary-Sued that onto Harry, lol. (Spoiler alert: he’s scheduled to get some real sleep in next chapter. All bets are off regarding whether I will.)

This chapter was surprisingly easy to write (I basically vomited out chapters iv, v, and vi over the span of a week in December) but incredibly difficult to edit. For days, I just couldn’t concentrate, wrote and re-wrote and felt like everything was shite. Then, I realised it’d become this 19,000-words long monster so I had to cut a lot of shit out. We ended up with 15,898 words which I suppose is better?

I do wonder: do people mind long chapters? Like, I know as fanfic reader, I personally prefer longer formats and rarely gravitate towards works that are less than 3,000 words. I love just getting buried into a story, into plots rather than single scenes. This being said, every time I write something that I deem too long (i.e. above 10k) I have these excruciating struggles where I wonder: should I cut it in half? should I leave it as is? I decided to split the last one. Then, I decided not to split this one because (you may notice this or not, I’m not sure) it’s kind of built a certain way, geared towards basically getting to the last two paragraphs. Like, when you get there, it’s a bit of an ah-ha moment, but I couldn’t get to that ah-ha moment without all the build up before it. It’s the accumulation of all of these little details that feel like they don’t matter. And as Harry says in the end, they don’t, in the grand scheme of things, but also they do. Like, everyday life doesn’t matter until you lose it. Then, it does, if that makes sense.

In terms of next update... I’ve decided to get my law licence transferred to France and the EU (it’s a long story), which means that I need to bloody, fucking study. The exams are at the end of March so my current plan is: hardcore study until the end of february. Mix study/writing in early march and hopefully get chapter vi out mid-March, then hardcore study until the end of March. Please, if you see me posting then, tell me off in the comments cause god, I really need to pass. Now, I will go have my traditional i-ve-put-a-chapter-out shot of limoncello and let you read the below :).

...spoilers for castles, chap v. under the cut -

I’ve done a lot of thinking about what this chapter is meant to be about. Obviously (I hope), every chapter has a point, in this story. Chapter 1 is about time (the way it passes and blurs when your mind’s a complete mess), chapter 2 is about hope, chapter 3 is about inevitability and the consequences of trauma, chapter 4 is about becoming an adult and growing into your own skin, etc. I think this one is about fear. How you feel it, and how you overcome it. Like, Harry takes a decision to stand up, fight, do the interview, regardless of the fact that he is scared (for his life, for that of the people he loves), and finds buried inside him a lot of the courage that he (felt) he lost, after the war. He learns to control his fear of the world by figuring out how apprehend it, through the training Giulia gives him, through learning how to kill, too.

But, it’s also about fear in society. How the attack on Robards sets everyone on edge and how they keep going regardless. I initially wrote this chapter with the idea that it was going to be about speaking out and being brave, but obviously, fear and fighting against it is a huge part of that, too.

Then, there’s Mia. Obviously, this fic is Harry/Ginny endgame but I do like the idea of Harry (and possibly Ginny as well) dating at least one other person, before officially tying the knot. Like, yes, Ginny is obviously coming back next chapter. She’ll probably own the second half of next chapter, if I’m honest, considering they’re obviously going to the burrow for christmas. I love Ginny, I’ve missed her and honestly, I can’t wait to bring her back. This being said, to be fair, I’ve kind of realised that this fic may actually be the first I ever write that isn’t strictly “shippy.” Like, yes, their relationship is a huge part of it (it’s a huge part of his life) and it will and was always going to be a huge part of this story but I think this fic is larger than that. It’s a result of my years-long obsession over: but what happens next? Over what “all was well” really means, in a general sense. How do they get to “nineteen years later” and beyond. But yeah, I’ve missed Ginny and I’m glad she’s on her way back to us now.

Now, obviously. Giulia. I’m sorry. This was always going to happen. Well, almost always. I remember when I first wrote her in, she was a bit of a filler character. At the time, the thing with Mia was supposed to happen in last chapter and I actually had (have) much more backstory around her, than around Giulia. She and Harry were going to have proper conversations (will they ever, who knows?), really get to know each other. But then, Giulia came first narratively and shone through the page. I started writing her and she had this personality and life of her own and I couldn’t bring myself to curtail her.

Now, we all know how it is: fanfics can only tolerate so many OCs. So, I had to choose between putting Mia at the forefront, or Giulia. I chose Jules.

Then, in chapter 4, I wrote this:

Her first lesson is to teach him how to drive the patrol car. ‘I don’t know why we use them,’ she explains, honest, and Harry vaguely wonders if he should be taking notes. ‘Reckon the Ministry saw them being used by Muggles, had to prove they could do better. They like making noise, the Ministry, don’t they? Lots of sirens and shite.’

Politely, Harry hides a chuckle behind a cough. He clearly doesn’t know yet that he doesn’t need to, that Giulia’s sarcastic sense of humour is one of the things that he’ll come to appreciate the most in this world, over the next few months. That the sound of her voice is one he’ll try to never, ever forget. That in the speech that he’ll give when he makes Head Auror, over a decade later, he’ll think of her and say: ‘Okay, let’s try to not just be sirens and shite, all right?’

This kind of tumbled out without me really thinking about it until I really looked at it and thought: fuck, why is he talking about her past tense, like that. Like “the sound of her voice is one he’ll try to never, ever forget.” Why would he forget it, though? And so, just like that, came her death sentence. For that, I apologise. It killed me too, and I cried when I wrote it in (especially when I wrote next chapter, actually, first time I ever made myself cry writing, if I’m honest) but it just needed to happen. It’s how Ginny and he get back together (I mean, obviously - is that even a spoil) because he’s grieving but she’s grown stronger and steady and she’s able to be there in a way that she wasn’t last summer. It did occur to me that god, all his mentors/father figures come to die, don’t they? But honestly, I kind of thing that his real mentor will be Robards, at the end of the day. She was just the one who allowed him to get back on his feet.

One last note: I’ve been meaning to put this into the fic for ages but have never found the right moment to write it in. In the meantime, I’ll just say it here, because I don’t know if this has frustrated some of yous - I know it might have driven me mad. There is a logic to the Muggle/Wizard swearing/exclamations in the fic. Obviously, this is an adult fic so they swear normally, like eighteen-year-olds would in this (I decided that very early on), but also there’s “God”-s and “Merlin”-s and things like that.

Now, I think that throughout this fic, although Harry hasn’t mentioned it yet (cause it never fucking fits anywhere) Hermione’s been having a sort of Muggle reckoning. She - in conscience - decides to start swearing/exclaiming “like a Muggle” after the war. If you notice, she only ever says “god”, never “Merlin.” Harry uses both interchangeably although he tends to use Merlin more when he thinks about wizard stuff, but God when he thinks about Muggle stuff (like when he’s with Mia). Ron only swears in “wizard” but I think he might start using Muggle expletives as well in the later chapters because of Hermione rubbing off on him.

The fact that I even think about all that stuff is pathetic and I need to get a life. But that’s for another post, altogether.

Anyway, thanks for reading. I hope you liked it :).

#hp fanfic #hinny #Harry Potter fic #i have not proofread this rambling mess so read at your own risk #writing #blah #new chapter is up

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hannaswritingblog · 3 years

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Post-survey updates

After my recent fandom survey I updated my fandom list. Here are the biggest changes:

→ Since they got no votes in the question considering the fandoms you'd like me to write for soon and I was slowly giving up on them myself, I no longer write for Maniac, The Book Thief and The End of the F***ing World. I might occasionaly come back to them but they won't be on the regular list and I won't take requests for them. All the fandoms that are official now but I haven't written for yet stay where they are, since I want to write for them and they all got at least one vote. [edit] I should probably also mention that most popular fandoms, according to the survey, are Harry Potter, The Chronicles of Narnia, Stranger Things and The Hunger Games. I'll do my best to write more for them. :)

→ I added some characters for fandoms I write for. I will consider them (as well as ones that were already on the list but my attention was additionally turned to them in the survey) when planning out my own ideas, but you're also welcome to send requests for them if there are your favourite characters on the list now but weren't before. However, there are characters that were suggested in the survey but I did not add: these are Adult!Henry from OUAT (I'm still stuck on season 2 so I'm only familiar the child version of Henry and I feel my descriptions of the adult version wouldn't be accurate), Regulus Black from HP (it's one of the characters I feel I know the least at this point and I wouldn't feel okay putting him on the list, even in italics) and Scorpius Malfoy from HP (I don't know him at all since I think we get to know him better in The Cursed Child and I haven't read it). I might add them in the future but for now they are out of my reach. Someone also suggested writing for Disney characters, which is a bit vague but I'll keep in mind someone wants me to write for Disney.

→ I updated possible future fandoms. I'm probably going to shift ASOUE to the 'official' ones soon since it got a couple of votes and I was thinking about it anyway, although I want to rewatch a couple of episodes (since I'm mainly thinking about the Netflix series here) first. I also deleted some fandoms I planned to write for, and added some of those recommended to me. I can't promise I will write for all of them in the near or distant future since some don't feel like my cup of tea (for example, I never really got into LOTR or The Witcher despite being tempred), but I want to give all recommendations a shot. I also hope I got it right that Gotham belongs to DC and TFatWS belongs to Marvel (as you can see, I don't really know about it, but I'm willing to make adjustments).

- On another note, most of the people that voted want me to write headcanons (8 out of 9 votes) and oneshots (6 out of 9), although all the types got at least 2 votes (and 1 person let me know I should just do what I'm happy with). I guess I simply won't limit myself in any way, but I'd actually love to write more headcanons. With upcoming exams I don't think I will find enough time to write any oneshots soon, but I'll it keep in mind to search for some ideas for them and write them when I have more time; when I'm done with this semester some time in June, I might even take a couple requests for ficlets and oneshots if you'd like to. Please let me know via ask or in private message if you want me to open requests for those types in the future!

- It was also suggested to me that I should write more for shy/introverted readers or even autistic readers. I will write first one with pleasure since I'm that type of person myself, but I'm not sure if I will write for autistic readers. I'm willing to do a proper research and write them as well as I can if you trust me enough to put it in a specific request (which I'm quicker to accept than just a vague idea) but personally I'm not on the spectrum and I don't want to hurt anyone with inappropriate depiction of a community I'm not a part of and can't relate to. Hope you'll understand!

If anything is unclear at this point, if I messed anything up or if there's anything you'd like to add, let me know! I'll fix all my slip ups with pleasure. :)

#info #long post

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littlejeanniebean · 4 years

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The Marauders | Prongs

A/N: Basically took “Alright there, Evans?” and ran through a busy intersection with it. Fluff, angst for 10 seconds, fluff. Enjoy!

The Prequel (Padfoot)

The Sequel (Wormtail)

The Finale (Moony)

-J xx

In over a century, no one's house points had ever reached negative numbers. Never before had anyone achieved a nice, round -1000. The Marauders, naturally, took pride in that achievement for three reasons (Moony made the list with the flourish of an academic). 1) Snivellus wasn't the reason they were caught, 2) they were notorious and definitely getting a footnote in the next edition of Hogwarts: A History, and 3) the ban on them getting together as a group had been essentially lifted, seeing as they would have to serve detention together (although the wards McGonagall put up in their dorm to keep them apart at all times were still in effect).

“Potter!” angrily.

“Evans!” jovially. You mean smitten. Shut up, Padfoot.

“Well, well, well, the perfect little Ms. Evans. Never thought we'd see your pretty face hereabouts,” Padfoot threw his feet up on the professor's temporarily vacated desk, winked, and feigned obliviousness to Prongs’ scowl.

Evans sent him to the floor with a casual flick of her wand.

“Did you just -” Prongs.

“Did she just -” Wormtail whispered to Moony.

“I do believe she just -” Moony blinked.

“Silent casting,” Prongs was the first to recover, “I always knew you were trying to impress me, E.”

“I need you to apologize to Sev,” she ignored his comment.

“I still don't know why you call him that, like he's your friend or something-”

“Because he is!”

“He called you -”

“I know what he called me!”

“So why's it me you're yellin’ at?”

“How do you think it makes him feel when you showboat around him? Tease him, heckle him endlessly? He doesn't want to be around me because of you - the lot of you! So now he's joined Mulciber's crew and it's not good for him!”

“E, he made his choice -”

“He'd unmake it if you apologized.”

“Not even Merlin could make me.”

“Evans, Potter, Black, Lupin, Pettigrew,” McGonagall addressed them briskly.

“Wait, she really has got detention?” Padfoot.

“Surprisingly,” replied their head of house.

“Just detention or points off?”

“And why should that be any of your business, Mr. Black?” she snapped.

Moony shook his head slightly at Padfoot. The house cup was a point of pride for Minerva and this close to their OWLs she didn't think they'd recover. That was usually their play, you see. Prank their way through the year and then somehow win the cup in a landslide between Moony's grades, Prongs on the pitch, and Padfoot and Wormtail sabotaging everyone else. It was something of an open secret no one could prove.

But Padfoot was itching to find out if they'd really hit the -1000. He'd calculated it so meticulously, you see, Moony even suggested him joining the Arithmancy class.

“Have you determined how many points we've lost yet?” the dogged (see what I did there?) boy asked.

“990,” the old lady said with just a hint of a smirk. Like she kept them from their goal on purpose. Was that still worthy of a footnote? Absolutely. Was that still going to give them all detentions to plan their exploits until the end of the year? Undoubtedly. But Padfoot could never take as well as he could shell out when it came to spite.

To any casual observer, it would seem he was simply nervously fidgeting his hands. But the other Marauders understood the gestures, The cat is going down. The only question is how.

Nononononono, Moony.

She scares me, I don't think we should, Wormtail.

Dig into her. Find blackmail. Have her participate in a charade where we save her life and she awards us enough points to win the cup. Prongs.

And they say I belong in Slytherin, Padfoot.

A true act of bravery is humbling yourself in order to do the right thing. Evans. At this point, they weren't surprised she knew their hand signals.

Hey, Evans, Prongs really, really likes -, Prongs immobilized Padfoot's hands.

No one will notice, E. They kind of need to know about it to award us points for it.

I'll know. she gestured delicately.

He's gonna do it, Moony.

Agreed, Wormtail.

I'll do it, Prongs.

When detention was over, they headed to the Ravenclaw courtyard. According to Evans, Mulciber and Co. would be just finishing duelling club.

“Hey, Marauders! The dancing pineapples were great stuff! Best yet!” Alice gave them a thumbs up with one hand, the other was interlaced with Frank Longbottom's, who gave them a shy grin.

“We do live to please,” Padfoot bowed dramatically.

“M-my favourite part were the rabbits - h-how did you get them to disappear into the un-enchanted hat?” the quiet boy asked.

“Old muggle trick,” Moony proudly professed.

“Don't encourage them, you two!” Evans shook her head, although Prongs would later swear he saw her mouth twitch in amusement, “Move along, then.”

Mulciber and a few other Slytherins were the only ones still in the courtyard when the small group arrived.

“Godric help me,” Prongs murmured, pausing to wipe his glasses. He could scourgify, but he found the physical action therapeutic, “Hey, Sniv-”

Evans jabbed him in the gut.

Prongs took a deep breath. He was Gryffindor. He didn't have all that much Hufflepuff tolerance, but he could muster the courage to swallow his pride, “Snape.”

The greasy, pale boy with a nose too big for his sullen face emerged from the black-robed group, hunched slightly on the defensive, “You have something to say to me, Potter?”

“Yes…” the silence was heavier than a full cauldron, “Yes, I do.”

There was more silence. Shuffling. Whispered jeers. But no one wanted to go up against the Marauders, not with the three-time duelling champion, Evans standing on their side.

Looking down at his shoes, Prongs spoke, “I… I would like to… apologize.”

The snickers were quickly silenced with a deft twirl of Evans’ wand.

“I would like to apologize,” he raised his eyes and looked at Snape evenly, willing him to believe he was sincere, “I realize I may have offended you. I… regret to say it was intentional. You're not… not bad… Snape,” using the boy's proper name still felt foreign, and it only made Prongs feel all the guiltier, “You're smart, smarter than I'll ever be. And… and long before anyone ever realized how incredible, and talented, and - and - and magical E, here, is, you believed in her. Honestly, that… that made me jealous. And I'm sorry I took that out on you. It won't happen again. Not from me, not from any of the boys. Marauders’ honour.”

For a while, it seemed everyone was too shocked to speak. The boys assumed Prongs would utter a simple “sorry” and be done with it. But Evans' reaction, oh, her face was burned into his memory at that moment. It was the first time she looked at him like that. Like he had touched her heart.

“Sev,” Evans ventured, but when she stepped forward, he recoiled, his eyes flitting about nervously, looking anywhere but her, but the Marauders, “Sev… what… what do you think?”

“You put him up to this,” he spat.

“Well... I -”

“This is some kind of… some kind of prank, well, I don't buy it!” he rounded on Evans, “How could you take part in this?”

“Sev!”

“Snape…” Prongs sighed, “as much as it pains me to say, I meant every word. And frankly, if I was in her shoes and you'd just called me a - a - that filthy word, this would absolutely be a prank, but as it stands, she's a much better person than I am.”

Snape snarled at Evans, “You dropped me the moment Mr. Too-Good-for-Anyone here, waltzed in. There was no room in Slughorn's little club for me, his top Potions student! I was… I was… What was I supposed to think? Well, I'm with Mulciber and Lucius now. At least they value loyalty. At least they value me.”

Something in the girl's sharp green eyes snapped, “I was his tutor! I had to be around him! How dare you try to use that to justify your - your - your superiority complex! You don't think your half-blood heritage is something to be proud of. You blame it for your failures as a wizard. You couldn't stand that I - with not a drop of magical blood - could succeed,” she teared up and angrily rubbed her sleeve against her freckled cheeks, “You stopped believing in me a long time ago. But I never wanted to stop believing in you. Now I see you've made your position clear. In which case, there's nothing left to be said.”

She stalked off, chin tucked into her chest and fists balled tight at her side. With a glare at Snape, Prongs followed her. The rest of the group followed Prongs. Snape sniffed, turned back to the other Slytherins, and was relieved they asked no questions. But it wasn't for his comfort. They just didn't care.

News quickly spread across the castle of The James Potter apologizing to Snivellus. All the professors knew of it.

Dumbledore called Prongs into his office. When he came out, Gryffindor had earned fifty points. He won another 150 and the Quidditch cup the following week.

Flitwick asked Moony to stay after Charms class. When he came out, Gryffindor had earned seventy points for devising seven levels of achievement for pineapple tap-dances for use in future final exams.

McGonagall asked Padfoot to loan her the enchanted bike he stashed in the Shrieking Shack. The Gryffindor's silence was bought for five hundred points.

Evans won the duelling cup (again) - another hundred and fifty. She also brewed an Amortentia so potent Slughorn was essentially drugged into handing them seven hundred points.

Wormtail let a dung bomb go off in Filch's office. Slytherin, who was the only house still in the lead at this point, lost 100 points, one for every member of Mulciber's crew, except Lucius, who got his girlfriend, Narcissa to vouch for him, saying he was in the common room the entire time.

Under the red and gold banners in the Great Hall, Evans called Prongs out on staring at her.

“You're beautiful, E,” he shrugged like it was a simple fact. He let himself say it because he knew she would think he's only teasing.

“And you've got pumpkin pasty on your cheek,” she returned, her eyes smiling.

“Tell her how you feel,” Padfoot sang.

“Tell her that it's real,” Moony.

“Tell her you're stupefied from your head down to your heels!” Wormtail, slightly off key, followed by a burp that makes his plump cheeks turn red.

Prongs and Evans laugh it off, not meeting each other's eyes.

“You know, you never did tell us how you ended up in detention,” the bespectacled boy changed the subject.

“Oh, I… may or may not have transfigured Malfoy…”

“Into what?” the boys chorused eagerly.

“A… A ferret.”

They guffawed.

“And they say I'm not your type,” Prongs winked, his bravado back in full swing.

“It - It was an accident! It was just supposed to turn his hair into a skunk on his head, but -”

They laughed uproariously for two minutes straight until their ribs were sore and their eyes tearing.

“But,” Evans continued, “I was so mad I… he goaded Sev - Severus. He turned him into someone… someone he didn't have to be.”

Prongs had never felt so lucky that his friends have stuck by him since the beginning. He couldn't imagine how she felt. He gently placed his hand over hers and gave her a comforting squeeze. She smiled graciously. She was looking at him like that again.

“Moony, I know what we're going to do this summer,” Padfoot slung his arm around his friend.

“Padfoot, I believe I do as well,” they clinked their goblets together.

“Oi, Frank!”

“Oh, Alice!”

“We're getting Jily together! Wanna help?”

“Pads, that's never going to catch on.”

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“Okay, picture this, fireworks during the summer solstice depicting all the best Jily moments -” Padfoot.

“He'll serenade her with a ballad we'll write about love through the ages -” Moony.

“Over a picnic with only sweet things like chocolate and pumpkin pasties - he can pull the ‘pumpkin pasty on your cheek’ line on her!” Wormtail.

“While a garden of roses dances around them, petals floating in the summer breeze -” Alice.

“W-why doesn't he just tell her how he feels? J-just keep it honest and simple?” all eyes riveted to Frank incredulously, “I-I-I mean, it worked when he apologized to Snape, didn't it?”

“Nononono, this is different!” Padfoot exclaimed.

“Exactly, the research doesn't lie!” Moony pointed at the piles of Witch Weekly back issues he'd read for their plot.

Alice nodded, “You went big with me, Frankie, and look at us now!”

“W-well, I was stepping out of my comfort zone. You appreciated that. Y-you did, didn't you?”

“Yes, my little softie,” she kissed his cheek.

“Oh, okay, great, I mean, I - I know we're together and everything, but I - I didn't want to presume... anyway - James would be perfectly at home with a flamboyant gesture. He needs something grounding, something that will make Lily take him seriously.”

“Merlin's beard, he's right! We'll lock them in a broom closet!” Padfoot declared.

“The library at the Potters',” said Moony, “it's more romantic.”

“To you, maybe,” Alice chortled.

“No, no, but she used to tutor him in the library at Hogwarts, it's perfect!” Wormtail exalted.

Padfoot slapped the plump blond in the back, “Excellent! Frank, you tell Prongs to wait for you there, he won't suspect anything coming from you. Alice… well, Evans won't buy it coming from you, but maybe get her to ingest some of Moony's sleeping drought, that way she won't not come.”

“You want me to kidnap my best friend?”

“Well… er, yes?”

“I'll do it!”

She did it. Evans was upset and muttered something about being “Not some bloody princess." Prongs was upset and swore up and down he knew nothing about it.

Their plans were set back by about two years when ‘Jily’ got together all on their own.

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Hey! It’s me the anon again! I totally get what you are saying but from the opposite of the spectrum where memorization feel is impossible but my adhd(I also probably have asd I am working with a therapist to try to find a place to do an evaluation at the moment) allows for me to make an insane amount of connections. So like I get it but from the opposite end? It’s still tricky but I am better at analyzing things then memorizing them. Like when I took art history I for the life of me couldn’t remember terms/names/dates of art pieces but i do remember stories about them and can analyze things really well.

My biggest issue is getting overwhelmed with what is in my head because it’s too much so it can be hard to get it out. I am constantly connecting things in an interdisciplinary way to the point I have had one of my college professors say that I am one of the most interdisciplinary thinkers she knows if not the most. I can’t turn it off and I low key wonder if my brain only understands life through metaphors lol.

Idk if that made sense since I am just waking up from a nap and I am barely coherent but I get that different things work better for different people! I am interested in how dyscalculia effects how people learn! I think 1-3 people in my hall at college have it? I have a little bit of an understanding but I want to know more. In another life I would definitely study neurodivergence and the brain. I am just glad that none of my college classes so far have required exams. Only essays and art pieces(one of my majors is studio art)

From my experience (everyone has different experiences) dyscalculia affects my ability to process simple information that require reasoning rather than memory. It's gonna be a long post, so I'll write everything else under the cut.

I'll try to explain it with an example, starting from math: take something as simple as take-aways, the ones you do in elementary school, even.

The other day, I had to calculate 2021-14. My reasoning was flawed from the start, and I only realised it after my parents made me notice.

I said "okay, let's simplify this." because I know I have to, "If it were 2020-15, that would be 5." I know as much, because as long as something's a multiple of two or of five, I can manage.

I continued, "2020-15=2005. But I need to consider the 1 I dropped to go from 2021 to 2020, and the 1 I added to go from 14 to 15." and I can tell you that I just had to check with my calculator because I was doing it wrong again. Anyway.

"Since I added 1 and took away 1, it would be like doing 1-1, so 0... 2021-14=2005."

And I still swear on whatever you believe in that it still makes no sense to me, even if I try to draw the little dots as if I were six years old. Like, right now. I don't get it. I really took away one and added one, so why would 2021-14=2007? Where did I take that extra 2 from? Try and explain it to me, and I promise that I still won't get it.

I just don't get what I'm doing it wrong, and if the calculator weren't there I'd be dead by now.

Now, expand this problem to every little thing that involves critical thinking. Everything. Most of the problems involve numbers, but not only, sadly.

Formulas. You know algebra, right? Numbers are rare there, and most problems involve data that are letters, or numbers that really don't need to be processed on their own, it's a matter of copying them down correctly.

So, you just need to use the right formula, put the data there, and it's done.

Wrong.

Visual memory allows me to remember formulas easily, but I don't know how to pick the correct data.

If I know that something's, like, the speed of a body, and I know that the speed of a body goes in a certain little spot of the formula, I'll still get it wrong because something happens in between me understanding where I need to put the data and me putting the data in there. I don't know how to explain it, but everything makes no sense at that point.

I can write down the normal formula with each incognita without a problem, but I can't go farther than that because everything is too confused. It's like looking at a language you don't know that uses an alphabet you can't read. You may or may not recognize some patterns, but if you don't know what you're reading, it's like not knowing anything at all.

The other day, my dad explained to me how a turboshaft engine works. Friendly reminder that my average grade in physics was 4/10, never got more than a 6.5/10, despite my best efforts (too many numbers, too many data I didn't know where to put).

Anyway, he explained how that thing works from a mechanical point of view. Did I understand it in its entirety? No. Could I put it into words here for you? Maybe. Could I "draw" it and explain what each part is and how it works from a mechanical pov (so, no data)? Yes, a hundred percent.

What I do is impress the general shape of something- words, images, anything- in my brain, and put it aside. When I need it, I go find it (my technique is to look left, then slightly upwards. That's how I see things in a better way) and just copy it.

Which, by the way, reminded me to say that I also mix up right and left, since I read this thing three times and only realised that I wrote the wrong direction just a second before posting it. This is why I only use the GPS on mute.

Anyway- of course, I don't have perfect visual memory (my grades surely show that), and it doesn't help in each and every situation, and it's also tiring.

But. What I'm great at it's echoic memory. I remember people's voices and what they say to me (out loud) perfectly. I remember my teachers' voices from kindergarten. The info usually fades after a while, but it lasts long enough for me to use it when I need it for a test, or something. And the tone, the characterization of each voice- I don't ever forget those. This is why I remember songs I've heard once, maybe twice, years and years ago. I just... do.

It's not like I have good memory. I forget people's faces, people's names, streets, everything. But only when I know that I won't necessarily need them, or when I could always ask for them again.

My visual and echoic memory kick in when I need info pronto.

Does that make any sense to you? Sorry for the long post aaaa!!

Edit: figured I should add more things that dyscalculia causes.

Plus, only talking about math and anything related to numbers that I know I'll have to elaborate in some way makes me physically sick. Some of my friends think it's funny, I don't, 'cause math anxiety isn't just "aaa I freeze in front of the blackboard", no, it's also (for the most part, too) something that- speaking personally- activates my fight or flight instinct. Imagine an anxiety attack, but not the GAD kind (I do have GAD so I know what I'm talking about), but more "I am in danger. The danger is caused by this. This is dangerous."

I skip numbers when I count (farewell number 7 and everything that ends with it), can't tell 4 and 7 apart without focusing hard, no perception of time, distance, weight, nor speed, I don't understand graphs nor know how to make them properly. Also, mundane events don't happen in the proper order because of me. Just earlier I turned the car off, left the car, reached my doorstep, realized I hadn't locked the car, went to check my bag for the keys, didn't find them, went back the car only to find that I'd even left the door open, and the keys in. Or, sometimes I grab a tissue, throw it away, and realize that I forgot to blow my nose. Etc.

This happens- I think- because the brain cannot comprehend what it's looking at, despite everyone around seems to understand what one's brain should understand as well. It's like when you're stuck in a dream where everyone's laughing and you don't know if they're laughing at you, or at something else. In dreams, you don't ask, you can't. You're frozen and just stick to what you're trying to do.

It works exactly like that.

#ask #anon ask #dyscalculia #dyscalculia awareness #math cw #maths cw #i'd say #math tw #for me. i'm not kidding.

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Discourse of Saturday, 10 April 2021

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Les Demoiselles d'Avignon; Woman with Mustard Pot aha! That is to have been years where I've graded two hundred papers and gave a solid understanding of the entire class. Thanks for letting me know. 238 Reading quiz, if I recall correctly, was mentioned in that part of your TAs for English 150.

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Again, well done overall. Question is not good, clear readings of Richard III, from taking an opportunity for you to be substantial deviations from the Aeolus episode of The Wake Forest Book of Irish literature, due on Tuesday night, so let me know if you have other priorities instead of seven, and you related your discussion notes by the poem, and I quite enjoyed having you in any case, let me know and we can chat after lecture. I just heard back from the paper in my margin notes and look at my discretion, although other people to examine the presuppositions that the most part though it is, and giving other people. No real surprises for me to. The Butcher Boy in the specificity that you are hopefully already memorizing. I'll assess each component separately and email it to. Awesome! Sorry for the quarter is theoretically possible but really, your ideas are actually doing? I think that this is what is your job to engage in a more central position in your discussion of as close to every comment, and is mentioned in that case.

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Proper Training

Chapter 1

This is my entry for @searchforanotherway‘s Onyx Night Challenge. I took a little detour with the challenge, but, it’s still a dark(ish) marvel fic, so I hope it counts! I tried to write a Dark! Bruce fic, but, sadly, I couldn’t find the inspiration, I’ve tried 3x to write something and keep failing, but I’m still gonna try, I’ve been wanting to write a Dark! Bruce forever! So, instead, we get Reader and Rumlow for now.

I know this isn’t going to be as dark as some of the other fics for this challenge, but I hope you enjoy it either way.

Pairing: Reader x Rumlow, Reader x Winter Soldier (technically, not bucky......)

Rating: 18+

Takes place pre-Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Prompt: “You are mine now. You don’t get a choice in the matter”

Word count: 3113

Warnings: Non con, kidnapping, light bondage, forced orgasm (please let me know if there are other warnings I should add!)

A/N: I proofed this a few times, but I’m sure I missed some errors, so please forgive me! I don’t want to give a summary right now, because, I don’t want to give too much away, but this is, a dark fic. There will also, probably be more editing of this chapter down the road, but for now, I’m happy with where it stands. If the story goes the way I plan, later chapters will hopefully, be a little more on the darker side.

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When Brock Rumlow woke up, he wasn't in the last place he'd remembered. Blinking his eyes a few times, finally bringing the room into focus, he immediately recognized where he was, or, he recognized the equipment, at least.

When he tried to raise his hand, to rub his face, he quickly found that he was bound to an exam chair, as were his legs. He also noticed that he was wearing nothing, but his boxer briefs.

“The fuck is going on?” He mumbled to himself, as he struggled against the restraints, testing to see how secure they were. Unfortunately, this was SHIELD, and these restraints were meant to hold a super soldier.

“Mr. Rumlow?” he heard a soft, timid voice say, from behind him.

A small smile crossed his lips, recognizing the voice. It was his favorite doctor. Doctor (f/n)(l/n). He'd been pining after her, since she started working for SHIELD. He'd shamelessly flirt with her, constantly ask her out, make excuses to visit her in her lab, pay her misogynistic compliments. He'd “accidentally” bump into her in the halls, the perfect excuse to touch and feel her up, a little. He loved how timid, shy and mousy, she was. She had the whole, good girl next door, librarian vibe going on, and it drove him crazy! She'd inspired some of his dirtiest fantasies, it was getting so bad, he'd start fantasizing about her at work, and often have to relieve himself in the mens restroom.

“Doc, am I glad to see you.” He said, as she walked around the chair and stood in front of him.

“Oh, goodness! You're practically naked!” she squeaked, her face darting up to the ceiling.

“No time to be shy now, sweetheart. You gotta let me out of this chair.” he couldn't help but smirk, enjoying how shy she was.

“Oh, um, right, sorry.” She blushed, as she started to remove the strap from one of his arms.

Brock couldn't stop himself from wondering what he would have done, if he'd found her half naked strapped to this chair. Then he realized, who was he kidding? He knew exactly what he'd do.

Once she'd freed both of his hands, she stepped back, and let him free his legs.

“What happened, Doc? How'd I end up strapped to this chair?” He asked, looking up at her, while working one of the restraints loose.

“It's Hydra, they've infiltrated the lab. I hid in the the air ducts when the alarms started going off and the lock down was announced.” She said, tears welling in her eyes, still avoiding looking at Brock.

“Hydra?” Brock asked, confused. He'd have known if Hydra was going to infiltrate her lab, Pierce would have told him.

“I saw them bring you in and strap you to the chair. I wasn't sure how long they'd be gone for, so I stayed hidden. I didn't come out, until I heard you waking up. But, when the soldiers who brought you in were leaving, they said they needed to find me. They had orders to detain me, but they needed me alive, with minimal injuries.” she said, wiping away the unshed tears before they could fall.

Brock knew what minimal meant. Basically, so long as she was alive, everything else was acceptable.

“Don't worry, Doc. I'll get you out of here, safe and sound. You just gotta stick with me and do everything I tell you. Can you do that for me?” He asked, putting both hands on her shoulders, forcing her to focus on him.

“Mr. Rumlow, I'm so scared!” She cried, throwing her arms around his shoulders and crying into the crook of his neck. Brock couldn't stop himself from breathing in the scent of her shampoo. She always smelled so good.

“I know, Doc. It's all right. I'm gonna do everything in my power to keep you safe and out of their hands.” He said, returning the hug, before leaning away, and holding her face, so she was looking at him again.

“I need you to trust me, that I'm gonna get you out of here. OK?” he asked, groaning internally, at the realization that he was starting to sound like America's golden boy, himself. But, if this worked, he figured, there was no way she could turn down his offer for dinner.

He smiled, when she nodded, using the sleeve of her lab coat to dry her eyes. Brock stared at her a moment longer, memorizing the way she looked, knowing he'd use it for masturbation fuel later.

“Good. Now, you got any extra clothes and shoes in here? Weapons?” She shook her head in the negative and looked down at her feet.

“It's all right, we'll just have to make a stop in the locker rooms. I always have extra clothes and weapons in my locker.”

“Do you want me to wait for you here?” she asked and Brock could see the fear in her eyes.

His first thought was to have her wait, he could get there and back, quicker and with less chance of being seen. But, with as scared as she was, he figured, she'd probably end up following him anyway, so best to take her along.

“No, but, sweetheart, if you're gonna come, you have to do exactly as I say. Understood?”

“Yes, sir. I understand.” She stuttered in that shy, demur way, that made his cock twitch. If she didn't go out with him after this, Brock decided he'd just roofie her at the next Stark party she attended.

“Alright, lets go.” he said, turning and headed for the door.

He'd barely taken s step towards the door, when he felt a small prick in his neck. His hand shot up to the spot, and he turned around, eyes wide, to see the doctor, holding a syringe, a triumphant smile across her face.

“Doc?” he asked, stumbling away from her.

“Yes, Mr. Rumlow?” she asked, in that sweetly, innocent tone of hers.

“What did you just do?”

“Nothing much, just a little something to make you more compliant.” she hummed, throwing the syringe in the sharps container.

“Soldier, please restrain Mr. Rumlow back into the chair.” she said, now washing her hands.

Rumlow heard a door open, and saw the Winter Soldier walk in. Brock tried to fight him, but whatever she'd given him, was working fast. He was starting to feel slightly disoriented, his body, feverish and there was the starting of a familiar ache in his nether regions.

“Sex pollen?” Brock groaned, as the Soldier finished restraining him and walked over to (y/n).

“More or less, but this is a new concoction I've been working on, for some time now. I took my research to Alexander, and he gave me the go ahead for human testing. You should be happy to know, I specifically asked for you, as my little guinea pig. Alexander was all to happy to agree.”

“Bitch, when I get out of this chair......” Brock hissed, barley struggling against the restraints. His body felt hotter by the minute and the ache between his legs was quickly becoming unbearable.

“You'll what? Hurt me? For giving you exactly what you've been wanting from me, since I started?”

“What are you talking about?” Brock asked, he was starting to pant and squirm in the chair now. The subtle friction from his boxers, only making the situation worse for him.

“I'm not as naive as I let you think I was, Mr. Runlow. Far from it, actually. You'll be pleased to know, I'm quite the sexual deviant. I'd tell you to ask my Soldier, here, but unfortunately, he doesn't remember some of our best sessions.” she pouted, as she gently caressed his cheek. The Soldier closed his eyes, and pressed into her hand, a small smile on his face.

“He really is the sweetest thing, you know. He's become so much easier to deal with, since he's become my responsibility. You get the best rewards when you've been a good soldier, don't you?” she cooed at him, his hands sliding down her arms, her sides, and resting on her hips, as he took a couple steps closer to her.

“You play with him?” Brock spat, disgusted at the thought.

“No, I reward him. Just like I'll reward you, but, you have to be a good soldier, first. Tell Mr. Rumlow my number one rule.” she said, smiling up at the Soldier.

“Only good soldiers cum.”

“Very good, my Soldier.” She purred, giving the Soldier a kiss on the cheek. “Now, why don't you go to your room, and wait for me. You can do what ever you'd like, and I'll come visit you later. Mr. Rumlow and I have a much overdue play date.” she purred, turning back to look at Brock, nothing but pure lust written across her face.

“Doctor?” The Soldier asked, hesitantly.

“Yes, my Soldier?” She asked, her eyes remaining fixed on Brock.

“He's not going to become your new favorite, is he?” the shy, timid tone of the Soldier's voice, had her turn and look at him with concern.

“Of course not.” She cooed, holding his face in one hand, while she cards the other through his hair. “No one could ever replace someone as perfect as you. You'll always be my favorite. Now, go relax in your room, like I asked, and I promise, I'll come see you when I'm done here.”

The Soldier nodded, and headed for the door, stopping next to Brock, first.

“Hurt her, and I won't hesitate to kill you.” He growled, before doing what he was told.

“He's such a good boy.” She smiled, adoringly, after him. “Now, Mr. Rumlow, judging by the amount of distress your in, I'd say my new formula is performing above expectations.”

“Why are you doing this?” he panted, her concoction making it hard for him to think straight, with his body feeling like it was on fire.

“Because you lack discipline and respect, Mr. Rumlow. You think, because your so big and strong,“ she purred, her hands running across his bare chest, causing Brock to let out a small, satisfied groan, “and I'm so shy and timid, you can talk to me however you like. Continue with your advances, even though, I've declined countless times. I honestly, don't think you can take a hint, Mr. Rumlow. So, I've decided to give you what you've been wanting, for so long.”

“You're crazy!” he moaned, as her hands drifted lower, to lightly caress his thighs.

“No, just smarter than you.”

“Pierce isn't gonna let you get away with this.” He hated to admit it, but her laugh was like music to his ears, and it only made his cock ache for her more.

“Oh, Mr. Rumlow, I already told you, he authorized it. But, I'll let you in on a little secret,” she said, placing gentle kisses across his chest, as her hand continued to lightly caress his thighs, “You'd be in this position, even without his permission. Truth be told, as much of an asshole as you are,” she gave his chest a hard slap, for emphasis, “you are quite the specimen. Those long hours in the gym, training, flexing those muscles, all those drills you run with Captain Tightass. It does things to a girl.” She said, giving his nipple a quick bite, causing Brock to moan and arch into her.

“Oh, someone likes a little pain, does he?” she asked, looking at him with a victorious grin.

“I swear, you jock types are all the same, with your submissive little, scholar fantasies. Tell me, Mr. Rumolow, how many times did you get off to imagining me like this?” She asked, looking up at him with big, doe eyes, biting her bottom lip, as she pulled his painful erection free of his boxers.

Brock tried to stifle the moan, as she pulled his dick from his boxers, her touch gentle and feather light, as she gave it a few light strokes.

“Oh my! Mr. Rumlow!” she feigned a shocked gasp, her tone sickeningly sweet and innocent. “You're so big! You'll never fit inside me, you're going to split me in two!”

“Oh, FUCK!” Rumlow hissed, as she gently caressed his cock. He tried to thrust up into her hands, but she only removed them when he did.

“NO!” he yelled, his hips trying to follow her.

“Ah, ah, ah, Mr. Rumlow.” she teased, wagging her finger at him. “I asked you a question, if you don't answer, you don't get a reward.”

“What?” he asked, her actions, confusing the hell out of him.

“I asked,” she said, licking his cock from base to tip, eliciting a hissed “fuck!” from him. “How many times have you imagined me like this?”

“All the time.” he panted.

“You're being such a good boy, Mr. Rumlow, and, as promised, you get a reward.” she smiled, before giving him another lick from base to tip, this time, going much slower, using the tip of her tongue to run up the vein, only to take the tip in her mouth, giving a hard suck as she pulled away from him again.

“Mr. Rumlow, you taste so good.” she moaned, using that sickly, sweet, innocent tone, again. “I can't wait to make you cum, Mr. Rumlow. Have you fill me up, as you fuck me, so hard.” She whined.

“Fuck, yes. Please! I need to cum.” he hated how desperate he sounded. But it was the truth, he was beyond desperate, but at this point, he didn't care.

“Oh, Mr. Rumlow.” she cooed, before wrapping her lips around the head, and gently sucking. Rumlow tried thrusting up into her mouth, wanting her to take more of him, but every time he did, she just pulled away, taking nothing more, than just the tip.

He almost came, when she quickly took his full length in her mouth. He felt himself enter her throat, but before he could enjoy the sensation, she'd pulled away and removed her mouth. She stood up and said, in a harsh, commanding tone, “You cum, when I give you permission!” as she slapped the shaft of his cock, hard.

Rumlow screamed as he came hard, all over his chest and abdomen.

“Well, well, well, Mr. Rumlow, it looks like you have a little masochist in you.” (y/n) said, her eyes sparkling with pure joy.

“Though, I guess I shouldn't be that surprised. Tough guys like you, always do.” Brock panted, while he tried to look up at her, his head hanging, chin resting against his chest.

“Oh, don't give me that look. You're lucky I'm not punishing you for cumming without permission. I already told you, you don't cum, until I say you do.” she growled, slapping him across the cheek.

In that moment, Brock didn't care. The ache between his legs, had been relieved. He could think clearly, again.

“When I get outta this chair, you're gonna pay, Doc.” he panted, as he glared at her.

“Oh, you think so?” she said, turning to him, with a wicked smile and a dark gleam in her eyes. She took a deep breath, before continuing. “Mr. Rumlow, by the time I'm done with you, you're going to be nothing more than a limp, shell of the man you used to be. Your only desires, will be to please and serve me. You see, Mr. Rumlow, you are mine. You don't get a choice in the matter.”

Brock watched her walk to her desk, furious that he'd let himself fall into this situation. How could he have been so blind? Fooled by her sweet and innocent act. He thought back to all the times he'd interacted with her, followed her home. Not once, was there any indication, or hint, of the woman standing across the lab. His thoughts were interrupted, when he heard a voice come over the speaker on her desk.

“Yes, Doctor?” He recognized that voice. It was Jasper Sitwell. What the hell was she doing calling Sitwell?

“Send in the Soldier, please. I want him in full tactical.” she ordered.

“Yes, ma'am.”

He watched her, remove her finger from the speaker, and turn to him with a smug smile, gracing her lips.

“Why so confused, Mr. Rumlow?” she asked, walking towards him, as if she were a predator, stalking it's prey.

“Is it such a surprise that Jasper would be so willing to follow my orders? You saw how well my Soldier followed them. You see, Mr. Rumlow, the fact is, I'm the true brains behind Hydra, not Jasper Sitwell, nor Alexandern Pierce, and definitely not Armin Zola. Such a creepy little man.” She shuddered, as she said the last sentence under her breath.

“You men are all so easy to manipulate and control. Always thinking with your dicks. You're so busy waging them around, trying to prove who has the biggest, none of you ever saw me coming. See, I've been at this for a very long time, Mr. Rumlow. Hydra is much older than anyone knows.”

Before she could continue, the Soldier entered the lab. In full tactical gear, as ordered.

“I was hoping I wouldn't have to use my Soldier, but, special circumstances, and all that.” she smiled, walking over to the Soldier and caressing the mask that covered his cheek, with that same adoring smile from earlier.

“Are you ready to help me show Mr. Rumlow, how a proper Soldier behaves?” she asked, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes.

The Soldier gave Brock a glare, as he eyed up him, up and down, then his eyes fell back to (y/n), his expression softening.

“Yes, ma'am. Anything for you.” he replied and she beamed up at him, causing him to stand just a little taller. Pride filling him at pleasing her.

“And that's why I called for you. Always so obedient and eager to follow orders. Always my good Soldier.” she cooed.

“Always, ma'am.”

The softness in the Soldier's eyes hardened, when she turned to look at Brock.

“Well, Mr. Rumlow, looks like we're ready to start your training.”

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skzsauce01 · 5 years

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Magic Words

Description: You resurrect Hyunjin while studying for your exams. There’s no way you’re telling him the first thing you thought of his cold, dead body was that he’s hot.

Warning: dead bodies, criminal activity

Word count: 6.3k

Pairing: Hyunjin x fem!reader, bestfriend!Chan

Special thanks to ad.gold who helped edit and write!

Maybe breaking into the university hospital in the middle of the night isn’t the best idea, you think to yourself. Although is it really breaking in if you have a key?

You scan the area around you for security guards one last time before you reach into hoodie pocket for the set of keys Chan gave you. Being friends with one of the work study janitorial staff has its perks. You still can’t believe he let you borrow them without a fight. This is a terrible idea, you think to yourself. A terrible, awful, extremely illegal idea that could land both you and Chan into jail.

The one marked with blue painter’s tape fits into the lock just like Chan said, and you hear a small click as you turn the key.

You let out a sigh of relief and hurry inside, making sure to quietly close the door. Your backpack hits the frame, and the sound echoes across the empty hallway. You dart into the stairwell, hoping no one heard the noise. Thankfully, no one comes running, and you can breathe again.

Alright. All you need to do is get down into the morgue, open up a couple of body bags, and study the dead bodies.

This is a really bad idea.

Why did Chan let you do this?

After a few more glances around, you take the stairs down, taking slow and quiet steps. Your heart pounds with every move. One hand grips the bannister, and the other hand covers your mouth in an attempt to muffle your hyperventilation.

A few agonizing minutes later, you arrive at the entrance. The other key Chan lent you opens it, and you get a face full of cold air when you walk in. You shut the door behind you, ensuring that it is locked. There are no bodies on the examining table, so you clear a cart and open the morgue fridge closest to you. You pick a random body bag and slide it onto the cart. The corpse is a little too heavy and tall for your small frame, and you wish you recruited someone to come with you.

With a lot of effort, you manage to get your study subject onto the examining table. You drop your backpack onto the floor before unwrapping the shroud. There’s a blue tag stating the cause of death attached to the wrapping, but you don’t look at it. You need to find out on your own.

You take a step back to get a full view of the corpse. It’s a male about your age, and it looks like he just recently died.

“Wow, he’s hot.” You never knew a dead person could be so… well, attractive. You shake your head, dissipating the thought of developing necrophilia.

“Hello there,” you say. You always feel that you should treat the dead with respect, so you speak to them as if they were still alive and present. “I have an exam tomorrow, and I need some practice. I hope you don’t mind me studying you.”

You take out your notebook and pen from your backpack. First, you write down observations (“face swelling,” “bumps on neck,” and “rash on arm”). When you can no longer find anything else of significance from merely looking at it, you take some gloves from the box in the wall and approach the body.

“I’m really sorry,” you whisper, “but I have to pass that exam. I’m just going to take a closer look at you.”

You gently poke his skin. He’s still firm, confirming your suspicion of it being a recent death. Upon closer inspection, you can see that his skin is tinted a very pale blue.

Realization hits you. “I bet I know how you died!” you excitedly whisper. You write down “allergic reaction” on your notebook and check the blue tag, which says “anaphylaxis”. “I was right!” you cheer. You make a mental note to use proper medical terms on your exam.

Before you can look at other bodies, you need to put this one back into the fridge.

“Thank you”– you check the tag for the body’s name– “Hwang Hyunjin.”

You drape the shroud over him and tie the binding back together in a butterfly knot and prepare to push the body onto the cart.

It’s a struggle to get it on without making any loud noises. The cart won’t stay still, and Hwang Hyunjin is too heavy for you to handle, so he keeps slipping out of your grip.

“Stop moving!” you hiss at nothing in particular.

“Let me out then!”

You freeze. The body bag moves in your arms, and you drop it. You back away– far, far away.

Breathe, you tell yourself. It’s late at night, and you drank way too much coffee before coming here. It’s just a hallucination caused by your paranoia.

“Let me out!” the same voice repeats.

“Y/N, pull it together!” you say out loud. “It’s not real.” You slap your cheeks a few times. “Okay, let’s do this.”

“You’ll let me out?”

You walk back to the examining table. “Nice try, guilty conscience,” you mutter to yourself. You resume trying to load the body onto the cart.

“Wait! I’m actually alive!”

“You’re a dead body. Tag says you died.” Goodness, it’s moving again. Chan was right; no more caffeine after 8 PM.

“Just open the bag and check!”

“You’re a figment of my imagination.”

“I’m moving around!”

“Could you move yourself back into the fridge?” Look at yourself, having full-on conversations with a corpse. Your classmates would have a field day if they saw you.

“Only after you open the bag.”

Maybe if you indulge in this stupid hallucination, it will go away. You untie the bindings and throw the shroud off.

“See? It’s…” You trail off when you see that his eyes are open and staring back at you.

He already looks terrifying, but then he waves and gives you a teasing smile. “I told you so.”

The normal thing to do would be to run out of the morgue and back into your apartment where you would bury yourself under a pile of blankets and convince yourself that it was all a caffeine-and-stress induced nightmare.

Instead, you stand there and say “You’re supposed to be dead” in a strangled voice.

He stands up, not realizing he’s completely naked. Now that you know he’s no longer dead, the sight becomes too awkward. You quickly dart your eyes elsewhere, stammering incoherent nothings to try to ease your nervousness. He’s naked and he’s very attractive, you think. He, just as flustered, scrambles to lift his body bag in front of himself.

“So, why aren’t you dead?” you cough.

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? You must have done something!”

“Maybe you did something,” he suggests. “Are you a med student? Med students know how to do weird things.”

“Pre-med,” you correct. “And we can’t bring people back to life.”

He gasps. “I bet you’re a necromancer! That’s it!”

You ignore his nonsensical babbling and pull out your phone. You have to call Chan. It’s only 2 AM, thankfully; he’s still going to be awake.

“Hello?” you say.

He greets you with, “Are you in trouble?”

“Not really? It’s debatable.” There’s a not-so-dead body in front of you, and he’s going on and on about witchcraft and bringing the dead back. Why did you have to pick a crazy one?

“What did you do?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” He yells something, but you continue. “Can you come to the morgue? And can you bring some pants?”

“Y/N, if you did something with a dead body-”

“I didn’t do anything!” you shriek.

Hwang Hyunjin takes this opportunity to chime in with “Yes, you did.”

You groan and glare at him. “Do you want to die again? I can make it happen.”

“Who is that?!” Chan shouts. You can hear him moving around, presumably to leave your shared apartment. “And what do you mean ‘again?’ Y/N, what are you doing?”

“I’ll explain it when you get here. And make sure to bring some pants with you.”

“Why do you need pants?!” You hear a door slam shut and Chan running.

“Just bring them.” You look over to the boy on the table, remember he’s naked, and switch your gaze back to the floor. “And come quick.”

“Did you hook up with someone? Geez, Y/N! Why would you even do it at the morgue!”

“It’s nothing like that!” you wail. “I’ll explain it all later.”

“Seriously, if you did something, tell me! I won’t judge!”

“Yeah, just tell him!” Hyunjin adds. “She did something really cool to a dead body! Guess what it is!” he says a little louder.

“You really have a death wish, don’t you?” you hiss over Chan’s screaming.

Chan won’t stop shouting, Hwang Hyunjin won’t shut up, and you can’t decide who you want dead more– the one who keeps accusing you of necrophilia or the one who keeps making the situation worse.

“See you later, Chan!” you say as cheerfully as you can. Before he can argue, you end the call.

You turn to Hyunjin and stab a finger at his chest. “I am going to kill you very painfully and slowly and make you wish you were dead again.” Your voice loses its venom when you realize that you have a bigger problem on your hands. “How did this even happen?”

“I think you brought me back to life,” he quietly says. “It sounds dumb, but there’s no other explanation. According to my tag, I’ve been dead for a week now; this can’t just be a Lazarus phenomenon.”

“If that’s true, then I should have brought back at least ten other dead bodies in my anatomy class. But guess what? There’s not.” You sigh. “Dang it, I promised Chan that I wouldn’t get into trouble. He’s going to be so mad at me.”

“That’s partially my fault.” He pats your head in you think is supposed to be a reassuring matter. “Sorry for pissing him off. I just wanted to get back at you for not letting me out sooner.”

Normally, you would say something like “It’s fine” or “It’s no big deal,” but you are tired and the additional stress of not knowing what is happening rains on your mood, so you instead mutter, “I’m going to kill you.”

The door swings open, and Chan stands hunched over in the frame, breathing heavily. When he takes in the scene in front of him, he groans.

“Y/N, I thought you said you didn’t hook up with anyone.” He walks over to you and tosses the pair of pants to Hyunjin.

“I didn’t!” You turn the other way and let Hyunjin dress himself.

“Why is he naked then?”

“She just brought me back to life. I told you she did something really cool to a dead body,” Hyunjin answers. “I’m decent now,” he tells you to cue you to turn back around.

“Is this a prank?” Chan asks. “Is this why you wanted my key? Who is this guy anyway?”

Animosity forgotten, Hyunjin asks Chan, “How did you get in if Y/N has the key? And I’m Hyunjin.” He sticks out his hand for the other male to shake.

Chan shakes his hand and flashes a thin silver key. “I’m Chan. I’m also the head janitor here, so I have a universal key.”

Is this really happening? You blink a few times to make sure you’re seeing things right. The two guys that were screaming at each other earlier are having a civil conversation, and you’re pretty sure they’re exchanging work out tips now.

“Can we focus on the issue here?” you interrupt. “He was dead and now he’s alive.”

“So, it’s not a prank?” He looks at Hyunjin. “You were actually dead?”

“Yeah.” Hyunjin replies. “I have a cat allergy. A cat scratched me, and I didn’t realize until it was too late.”

You’re standing in-between them, so you wave your arms and get both of their attention. “Back to the main subject: what do we do?”

“You study for the exam, and Hyunjin and I will figure it out,” Chan suggests.

The exam. In the midst of the drama, you almost forgot about it. Your grade is on the line, but Hyunjin seems to be the bigger issue here.

“We need to figure out what to do with this guy first,” you protest.

Chan shakes his head and pulls out another body. “You came here for this; you need to finish it. I’ll figure Hyunjin out.”

“But–”

“No but’s,” Chan says with such finality in his voice that you give in. You try to eavesdrop on the two males and their discussion on how Hyunjin is alive and what to do with him, but Chan catches you staring and scolds you until you turn back to your work with a huff.

It’s 4 AM, and your head is filled with medical terminology and the whisperings of Chan and Hyunjin. For the past two hours, you identified causes of death for nearly fifteen corpses, none of which came alive. Meanwhile, the two made themselves comfortable on another examining table and chatted about solutions. They sometimes put back and pull out more bodies for you, but they always stop talking when they do so as to not distract you.

When the words start blurring on your notebook pages, you announce that you’re done and that it’s time to leave.

Chan seems satisfied with your work and agrees. “Hyunjin, you can stay with us.”

You shake your head. “What if they find out they’re missing a body? He can’t leave.”

“We can’t tie him back up and shove him back in the fridge either.”

“Yes, we can.”

“Y/N!” they both yell.

Chan pauses to think. “How about I’ll tell the higher-ups that I was taking the trash from the morgue tomorrow morning and when I came in, I heard banging from the inside of the fridge?”

“I don’t want to stay here all night,” Hyunjin complains. “Or appear on the evening news for being a medical miracle either.”

“What else can we do? We can’t just steal you!” you argue.

Hyunjin seems rather enthused about the idea. “Just do that! You guys don’t even have to carry me! I’ll walk out with you guys!”

“Chan, say something!”

“He can stay with us. At least until we figure this out.”

It’s 4 AM; you don’t have time for this. You stretch and gather your things. “Fine. But if we get caught, I’m telling the police it was all your idea,” you tell Chan.

“Thanks for letting me stay!” He heads for the door, but you stop him.

“Well just pants isn’t going to cut it,” you sigh. You thrust your hoodie towards him. “Here.”

He looks at it with a frown. “But you’re going to be cold.”

“I have a shirt at least,” you rebuttal. “Just take it. You’re the one who came out a freezer.”

“Just take it,” Chan supports. “She’ll be fine.”

You feel a soft weight plop on your head and recognize the sleeve of Chan’s gray jacket draping over your vision.

“You could have given it to me normally,” you grumble. You thread your hands into the sleeves anyway, liking how they can cover your hands.

Chan just sticks his tongue out at you, and Hyunjin quickly pulls your hoodie over himself now that he knows you will be fine.

“You smell nice,” he mumbles as his nose barely peaks out of your clothing.

“Thanks, I guess? Alright, let’s go.”

The walk back is the most stressful trip you’ve ever taken in your life. Every five seconds, you turn your head around to check for security guards while trying to look natural at the same time. You let out a sigh of relief when all three of you manage to make it to the front door of your and Chan’s shared apartment without getting thrown into jail.

Once inside, you and Chan wave goodnight to Hyunjin who makes himself comfortable on the couch. You and Chan head in yourselves, you ask him, “Did you figure out why he’s alive?”

“Not yet,” he replies. When you yawn, he chuckles. “Let’s just have you focus on getting some sleep and doing well tomorrow, okay?”

“I know, I know. Good night.”

“Good luck on your exam, Y/N!” Hyunjin calls.

He gives you an encouraging smile with a blanket under his chin, and your breath suddenly hitches.

“Yeah, thanks,” you reply while turning to the side to try to forget his unfairly beautiful face. Why is your heart speeding up? You curse at yourself. He was literally dead flesh not a tenth of a day ago; he shouldn’t be able to have this effect on you.

Despite getting only three hours of sleep, you think you did well on the exam. You almost fell asleep during the first five minutes, but you caught yourself thinking about Hyunjin’s smile, and that thought alone jolted you awake.

As you walk out of the lab, you see Chan waiting for you outside.

“Hey,” you greet. You look behind him but your other roommate isn’t there. “Where’s Hyunjin?”

He tosses you a granola bar. “At a job interview. How was the exam?”

“Not too bad. Spending two hours in the morgue last night helped. Thanks, by the way.” You gratefully unwrap and start eating the snack. “So, you just left Hyunjin alone?”

“He’ll be fine. It’s not like he’ll get attacked or anything.”

“And how the heck is he going to get hired when he’s technically dead?”

“I’m a criminal who burned his death certificate. He’s still alive now.”

You nearly choke on your granola bar. “What? Aren’t you supposed to be the responsible one?”

“Look, we already stole his body. Foot in the door phenomenon.”

“Have you been reading my psych book over my shoulder?”

He shrugs. “I didn’t have anything else to do.”

“Are you sure this is okay? We could get into so much trouble.”

Chan flashes you an assuring smile. “When has anything I’ve done ever gone wrong. Besides, you can just tell the police it was all my doing if it does,” he adds with a wink, referring to what you said that morning.

You open your mouth to point out a time he did mess up only to discover you can’t remember a time he did.

“Can you come to the library with me?” he asks. “I want to do some necromancy research.”

You groan and roll your eyes, but follow him anyway. “You seriously bought into his conspiracy theory?”

“It doesn’t hurt to check.”

“What are we supposed to do?” you whisper to Chan once you are there. “Go up to the librarian and ask if they have any books about raising the dead?”

“Yeah, we can do that.”

Chan drags you to the circulation desk, and you frantically pull his jacket sleeve to stop him.

“I was kidding!

“It’s RACHA U. They’ll just think we’re a bunch of weird kids.”

You sigh and let go of his sleeve. “Whatever.” You wait for him to continue walking, but he doesn’t. “What’s wrong?”

“Y/N, you have to go ask. You look like you’re into occult stuff more than I do.” He gestures to your oversized sweater and black combat boots. “Besides, you have a weird enough face for it.”

You glare at him, but that only further justifies his point. He gently shoves you forward, and you smile brightly at the librarian. Chan owes you big time.

“Good morning!” you say in a chipper voice that you can hardly believe is yours. You can see Chan wincing at the sound.“I was wondering if you have any books about raising the dead or witchcraft?”

The middle-aged lady only glances at you before telling you, “Third floor, 100-199. Make sure you put the books back in the right place.”

You enthusiastically nod and say in the same bright voice, “Thank you so much!”

The bookshelves labelled 100 to 199 are tucked in the back corner of the floor. You pick a random one and scan the selection. It’s mostly books on philosophy, and you wonder if the librarian sent you here to tell you to reconsider your life choices.

“I’m done with this,” you groan after a few minutes.

“Fine.” Chan sweeps your book towards himself.

You let out a sigh of relief and pull out your textbook, something actually worthwhile and realistic. You and Chan fall silent as you both dive into your respective texts. He drops a few books onto the table, and every time he does, you scoff at the titles.

“You nonbeliever,” enters a new voice. “Shame the nonbeliever.”

You and Chan look up to see Hyunjin who moves to sit by Y/N. He slides you both a coffee and your fingers brush as you take it from him.

“The interview went well then?” Chan asks while raising up his cup in thanks.

Your hand burns in the spots where he touched you. You place the fingertips of your other hand on it to try to ease the alien feeling to no avail.

“Yeah, I got the job, and they gave me some coffee as congrats.”

“Oh, nice. Make sure to give us discounts when we go over to the cafe.”

“Which cafe?” you ask to distract yourself from your still burning hand.

“Yellow Wood. It’s pretty quiet there, so you can study there sometime.”

You nod, suddenly gaining an interest the corner cafe you usually pass without notice.

“So, what have we found so far?” Hyunjin inquires, peering at Chan’s book.

“Not much. Although I think a recurring point in these books is that necromancers all need to say a spell before their magic works. It’s different for everyone,” Chan answers.

You can feel their attention shift to you.

“Y/N,” Hyunjin begins, “Do you remember saying something before you said hello to me? That was the first thing I heard.”

You thought for a second and then nearly spit out your coffee when you remember the one and only thing you said in the morgue before greeting him. There is no way you are admitting to saying that. No way.

“No,” you squeak out, your voice even higher than it was when you were talking to the librarian. “I don’t remember anything.”

“She’s lying,” Chan calls you out. “She pulls her sleeves over her hands like that when she lies.”

You quickly hide your hands under the table. Dang it, Chan knew you too well.

Hyunjin chuckles. “Aww.”

“If you heard me say hello, why didn’t you move then?” you ask in an attempt to change the subject.

“I couldn’t move yet,” Hyunjin answers. “And because you said you had an exam to study for. I wanted to help.”

“What did you say?” Chan tries again. “Don’t dodge the question.”

“I’m not going to tell you,” you reply as you heat creep up your cheeks. “It’s something personal.”

“We’ve been friends for ages,” Chan reminds. “You can tell me. I won’t judge.”

Yes, you will, you think. Because even you’re judging your poor choice of words.

“It doesn’t matter. This ‘necromancy’ thing is a load of bull, anyway.” The last part comes out louder and harsher than you intended, and you awkwardly sip your coffee and try to ignore the stares from the both of them.

Chan sees your discomfort and decides to drop the subject. He goes back to gathering books, but Hyunjin stays by your side, with his head resting on his forearms.

“You’re not going to help him?” you ask, taking care to sound nonchalant.

“I’m just trying to figure out how to apologize to you.”

You laugh. “Shouldn’t you be thanking me? I supposedly brought you back after all.”

His voice is soft when he says, “I know I’m a bother. I want to know why I’m here, but I don’t want to make you stress over it.”

“Chan’s the one stressing over it, not me.”

“Then what did you say before you said hello?”

You shut your textbook and stuff your papers in your bag. You can’t tell him, and there’s no way he’s going to give it up like Chan did.

“Thanks for the coffee. I just remembered I gotta go… buy a new notebook. I’m running out of pages in mine,” you make up. “Bye.”

You practically run out of the library, and you hear him call your name. He doesn’t follow you, thank goodness.

When you’re finally outside, you pause to rest. With nowhere else to go and because you need to keep up the lie, you head to the campus store and buy an overpriced notebook. Your bank account cries, but it’s better than Hyunjin finding out.

Returning to the library isn’t an option, so you go back home. You’d have to face the two boys again later, but at least for now you can relish in your moment of not being under an interrogation light. It doesn’t last long, however. You only get through reading half of the next chapter of your textbook when you hear Chan’s keys jiggling in the doorknob.

“Did you buy your notebook already?” Chan asks, raising one eyebrow.

Jokes on him though. You smirk and hold up your brand new purchase. “Isn’t it nice?”

“Not nice enough for fifteen dollars.”

You silently agree. “Are you guys done with your ‘research?’”

Chan ignores your sarcasm. Or maybe he doesn’t care. “Almost. We just need you to test out our idea.”

“I already told you. It’s not gonna work anyway.”

You swear you hear them murmur, “Nonbeliever.”

“You can try on your own and tell us if it works or not after,” Hyunjin offers.

There’s a very big flaw to his plan, but you don’t say anything about it. “Look, even if I believed in this theory of yours, we can’t exactly go back to the morgue and bring back another dead body.”

“What if you tried on an animal?” Hyunjin suggests. “RACHA U has a lot of animals around.”

“Great. You can kill a squirrel for me then.”

“Roadkill, Y/N,” Chan sighs. “We’ll just find some roadkill.”

“Even better. You can run over a squirrel, and I’ll wait on the sidelane.”

Chan sighs again, but you can see Hyunjin suppressing a smile. You and Hyunjin exchange looks, and he gives you a small, secretive grin.

“Dinner?” Chan changes the subject. “We can go to Yellow Wood and make Hyunjin give us a discount.”

You start packing as Hyunjin says, “I’m not even working the evening shift!”

“What? They don’t give out employee discounts?” Chan looks to you. “Ready?”

“You’re buying me dinner for making me ask the librarian.”

Hyunjin interjects, “It’s okay, Y/N. I’ll buy you dinner.”

“I didn’t give you $50 for you to do stuff like this,” Chan tsks.

“I’ll buy yours too.”

“Now we’re talking.”

Much to Chan’s disappointment, there are no employee discounts. Much to Chan’s pleasure, he doesn’t need to pay today.

“Thanks, Hyunjin,” you say as he places a turkey sandwich in front of you.

“No problem,” he replies and immediately turns to get you a cup of water.

“Is this the roadkill you were talking about, Chan?” you tease as you flip open the sandwich to add a few stripes of mayo.

“Try saying the words loud and clear if that’s what you think,” he shoots back.

“Abracadabra,” you humor him with a scoff.

Before Chan can retort back, Hyunjin returns with the cup of water.

“Where’s my water?” asks Chan with a childish pout.

“Get your own.” You stick your tongue out at him before thanking Hyunjin with a smile.

“No problem,” replies Hyunjin. You think you see him blush, but you don’t want to believe he would do that because of you.

The three of you eat your sandwiches while making light conversation. About halfway through your sandwich, Chan’s phone rings, and he excuses himself from the table. When he comes back, he doesn’t sit down but instead stuffs his sandwich in his mouth.

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

“I have a shift right now. I have to go,” he apologizes.

You and Hyunjin wave goodbye. It’s just the two of you, alone. You avoid eye contact with Hyunjin while still trying to maintain a normal, friendly conversation.

Hyunjin, however, has other ideas. “Is this a date?”

You flush red and try to cover your face with your hair. “No. It’s just two people eating together.”

“So, a date?”

“Two people eating together is not a date.” The back of your neck feels hot, and you focus on the traffic lights outside.

He senses your discomfort and offers you a smile which makes you lose your sense of objection.

“Ask me out properly next time,” you grumble into your bread.

Hyunjin’s face lights up like a puppy but then falters. “Will Chan be okay with it?”

“Yeah, I think so,” you blink, confused. “Why wouldn’t he?”

“I thought maybe–” You can see him visibly relax. “Nevermind.”

You are relaxing with some BGA music when Chan rudely obscures your vision by dropping a dissection tray in front of you.

“Chan!” you yell. “What the heck!”

In the tray is a very-much dead squirrel.

“I found it while on my shift. We can test out the necromancy theory now,” Chan grins victoriously.

“And you bring it into my room?!” You bring a hand in front of your face. The dead animal smell is going to permanently taint your room now.

“Unless you wanna do it in the living room? Hyunjin’s there getting ready to sleep,” shrugs Chan.

“Restroom,” you propose while pushing past him. “I’ll try it there.”

You slam the door behind you and turn on all the faucets to drown out the noise. “No eavesdropping!” you yell.

You look at the rodent in front of you with a sigh. You tuck your nose inside your hoodie and begin with, “Hi Mr. Squirrel. I’m sorry I have to use you to indulge in Chan’s stupid plans. You could’ve been resting peacefully in some compost bin right now.”

You let out a huff of air and place your hands above it. “Here we go.” You close your eyes and whisper, “Wow, he’s hot.”

You quickly tap the corpse with your fingers for some extra magic before opening your eyes. Sure enough, the little brown animal begins to blink awake. A yelp of surprise leaves your lips and you jump, bumping into the towel rack.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Hyunjin bursts through the door with worry evident in his eyes.

“I-it–”

“It worked!” Chan exclaims from outside.

The squirrel twitches, and you hide behind Hyunjin.

“There’s another problem now! We have a squirrel in our bathroom!” you squeak out. “What do we do?”

The squirrel moves again, and Hyunjin reaches for a towel. You and Chan watch as he wraps the towel around the creature. He picks the squirrel up and runs outside to release it.

“So, it worked,” Chan repeats.

“It did work,” you echo.

“What did you say?”

“I told you many times! It’s something personal! It’s none of your concern.”

“It’s about Hyunjin, isn’t it?”

Caught off guard, you pause for a brief moment. “Pft, no, it’s not.”

“You’re doing the sleeve thing again.” When you don’t say a word, he continues with, “What was the spell?”

There’s no point in hiding it from your longtime friend. You check to make sure Hyunjin’s not back before answering in a whisper, “Wow, he’s hot.”

You expect him to laugh, to threaten to tell Hyunjin, but he just gives you a look of disgust.

“You saw a dead body and the first thing you thought was that he’s hot?“

“I’m not proud of it either! Please don’t tell him.”

“I won’t. Because you will.”

You stammer some incoherent sentences before getting out, “No!”

“What’s the problem? Aren’t you two gonna start going out?”

“How do you know about that?”

“He called me during my shift and rambled on and on about it. He’s so excited. It’s a little concerning that he’s so happy to date you. I should teach him to have better taste.”

“Rude. But that’s not the point! It’s such an embarrassing thing to say!”

The front door opens, and Hyunjin walks back into the bathroom with the towel and a few scratches on his arm. You jump, and Chan gives you a look.

“Hey, I’m back,” he announces. “That squirrel seemed pretty mad that he was alive again.”

Conversation with Chan forgotten, you reach for the first-aid kit under the sink and hurry to help Hyunjin. While you’re busy disinfecting the wounds, Chan keeps trying to send you signals.

“Chan,” you ask to interrupt his eyebrow raising and nodding, “can you put the towel in the hamper?”

“Yeah.” He takes the towel from Hyunjin and suddenly pauses. “Oh, Hyunjin. Y/N said she wanted to tell you something.”

“I wanted to let you know that I think we should get ice-cream for our first date.” It’s a good thing your hands are busy, otherwise you would be hiding them with your sleeves again.

“No. The other thing.”

“Oh, right.” He is going to get it now. “Chan said he would personally fund our date, so I think we should try that gourmet ice-cream parlor.”

Chan chokes and starts coughing. The two of you stopped by in the beginning of the year to check it out, and the two of you immediately left after seeing the absurdly high prices.

“That’s really nice of you, but I’ll treat Y/N with my own money. I’ll pay you back the $50, too,” Hyunjin adds.

Chan smirks at you and thanks Hyunjin for being such a gentleman and treating you so well.

You finish patching up Hyunjin, and he thanks you in appreciation. When he goes to lie down on the couch, Chan pulls you aside.

“Just tell him!”

“Only if you fund the date!” You know he’ll never agree.

“I don’t have that kind of money!”

“And I don’t have that kind of courage!”

You head back into your room and bury yourself in your blankets. Without meaning to, scenarios of you admitting to Hyunjin the words run through your mind. All of them end with Hyunjin mercilessly teasing you, and for some strange reason, Chan is there as well, laughing.

You groan and put your headphones on.

The first official date with Hyunjin happens after Hyunjin receives his first paycheck. As promised, he pays back Chan, who is still won’t stop pestering you.

He laces his fingers with yours as the two of you walk down the street to the less expensive ice-cream parlor. You’re shocked at his boldness but don’t let go. It’s only when he wraps his arms around your shoulders at a stoplight do flinch and look at him uncertainly.

He apologizes with one of his warm smiles and holds your hand again.

He buys you an ice-cream cone, and no matter how much you insist on paying for it, he ignores you and drops his money on the counter.

“I’ll pay you back,” you promise.

“Y/N, you’re my girlfriend now. I’ll buy you anything you want.”

“How about a house?”

“Only if we can live together.”

As the two of you, still holding hands and eating ice-cream, stroll through a park, he points out a dead bird.

“Look! You can bring it back to life!”

After all the squirrel commotion, no one ever really brought up the necromancy thing again. Well, Chan kept bothering you to tell Hyunjin the spell words, but that didn’t really count. Hyunjin, on the other hand, just seemed glad that his hypothesis was right and that he could spend time with you. And you just pushed the newfound part of yourself away and kept quiet during anatomy classes.

“I’m not doing that again.” You try to drag him away from the tiny corpse, but he’s rooted to the ground. “Let’s go.”

“You don’t want to help it?”

“It’s dead already. I just want to forget my powers and let nature take its course. Besides, you said the squirrel was angry when I brought it back.” You try moving him again. “Let’s go get coffee.”

He gives in and lets you lead the way to Yellow Wood. “You know, you never told me what you first said to me.”

“It’s personal.”

“Fine. You don’t have to tell me the exact words. What was it about?”

“I’m not telling you,” you say with the most childlike voice you can muster.

“Y/N.”

“If I let you hug me, will drop the subject?”

He pouts, “Don’t think you’re getting out of this,” but he’s more than excited to hug you and bury his nose in your hair. Your face heats up, and he grins at your bright red cheeks. He’s happy which makes you happy, and you don’t even have to tell him the words yet.

And you never will. Or so you think.

You cried when he proposed, and you cry now when he reads his vows. At some point, you can no longer hear him speak because he’s sobbing as well.

It takes several breaks and some throat-clearing before he can end his speech with, “And I know people usually promise ‘until death do us part,’ but I know I’ll love and be with you to death and beyond. Literally.”

You laugh at the inside joke and reach forward to brush his tears away.

“Hyunjin,” you choke out, “I love you so much.”

Chan, who is both the best man and the maid of honor, is the first to start cheering at your statement, but the rest of the guests soon join in.

“So, will you tell me now?” he jokingly whispers into your ear.

With the loud noise from the guests and the euphoria you feel, you murmur, “Wow, he’s hot.”

For some strange reason, he’s surprised. “You think I’m hot?”

“Of course I do.”

His eyes are bright as he gently lifts your chin up. “I love you, too,” he replies back right before he kisses you.

~ ad.gray

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Thanks For The Assist Chapter 1 (Itsuka X Neito)

26/5/20 Update: Posted on AO3 with the proper edits (I hope I got them all). https://archiveofourown.org/works/24384310/chapters/58814230 . Enjoy!

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The stage meant something to Neito Monoma. It was a platform for performance, for showmanship, for bedazzling and leaving your audience awestruck. But it was also a place to wear a mask, or several. The character on the stage is not the same as the actor leaving it, no matter how dedicated they are to the role.

And as a famous playwright said, “All the world’s a stage, and the men and women merely players.”

As he walked to the test ground, he surveyed the crowd. A large ensemble cast present, all doing their own thing. Some were concentrating in silence, some looked as though they were about to breakdown (stage fright, he smirked), and others were engaged in excited conversation.

He wondered how many of those faces were masks. Perhaps the nervous-looking ones were simply trying to let their competitors’ guards down so they could upstage them in the midst of the exam. The ones chatting – he saw their masks just fine. It could not have been more plainer. All of them were thinking the same thing, Will I beat you?

Exams were like that. A cutthroat competition, and he played along. He wouldn’t be able to do anything first but watch the rest use their quirks.

His lips widened into a grin as he overheard a conversation behind him. Some side character talking about his quirk. “I can launch any object I pick up at high velocity! This test’s gonna be easy dude!”

Spinning around with invigorated interest, he gave a light slap on the guy’s back and smiled. “Dude, that’s an awesome quirk! You just gotta throw it?”

The student looked startled at first, but quickly put on his cordial mask. “Yeah!”

“Wow, I’d wish you good luck, but I don’t think you’d need it!” Monoma stroked that student’s ego, eliciting a prideful look from him. Neito could practically see the plot device’s chest inflate twice as large.

Then, as he bent down to pick up a couple of stones, he heard the buzzing of the horn. Then it was a race, as the crowd of students poured through the gates like the bulls at Pamplona, leaving Monoma behind with the slower lot.

He’d have to work out if he got in.

Dashing into an alleyway, away from the rabble, he grinned as he encountered a 3-pointer. Feeling his stolen quirk activating, his fingertips ignited with a warm feeling as the stone in his hands grew warmer with kinetic energy. With a yell, he threw his pebble straight at the robot point-blank.

And watched in a mix of horror and embarrassment as the pebble sailed just past its head, disappearing into the sky.

He had to throw another one to take it down in a shower of sparks.

“My accuracy needs work too, apparently.” He sighed as he moved on. He had around 4 minutes left on that quirk, and with luck, he could net a decent amount of points before he had to take someone else’s.

The next few minutes he spent chucking random objects at whatever robots he could find, whether they were stones or pieces of metal from the robot corpses.

As he sniped one from 20 metres away in a stroke of luck, the person who had been attacking that robot turned back to glare at him with venom. He shrugged it off. Part of the game, pal.

He heard that person shout, “Don’t steal my points, asshole!” but he was already moving on to the next.

Not very hero-like, buddy, he quipped, but didn’t say it. Then he growled in annoyance as he realised his time was running out. 10 seconds, tops.

With a last throw, the quirk ran out of time. Damn, I need another person –

And a Deus Ex Machina appeared in the form of a figure slamming a robot on the ground beside him – a figure with abnormally large hands and long orange hair tied into a ponytail. Ah, thanks.

“Sorry about this.” Neito felt awkward touching a girl, but in the heat of battle, he hoped she wouldn’t mind. He tapped her left hand (it wasn’t hard), and dashed off before she could reply.

Enlarging both his hands, he raked aside an oncoming 1-pointer and slammed another into the ground like a pancake.

Damn, this is weird to control. It’s not that much heavier, but swinging it gives too much momentum.

Could he shrink his hands down? He didn’t dare try it, for fear he couldn’t enlarge them again.

“Watch out!” He turned to see a 2-pointer barrelling towards him get punched into a building by that girl, spraying dust eveywhere.

“Thanks,” Monoma said, Point-stealer. I would’ve gotten it anyway. Gritting his teeth, he charged into another onslaught of robots. He wouldn’t lose to that side character. He was going to pass this test.

He spent the remaining time wielding his hands as weaponry before switching to another quirk, some fireball quirk. And then one that threw porcupine quills.

By the end of the exam marked by the horn, he collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion. His arms were sore, his hands were even worse, having to adapt (which was partially unsuccessful, he might add) to the quirks he’d taken. His hands were singed slightly from wielding fire, bruised from punching robots and bleeding slightly from where the quills were shot out. Not to mention the first quirk he had taken that made his arms ache.

Gratefully, he took the candy that some of the robot helpers were offering – they claimed it would help with their injuries. He watched some of the other students eat it first before munching down on his. Could be some sedative or poison.

He sighed, chuckling to himself at his overdramatisation, but it faded as he spotted a glare from the corner of his eye.

It was that person that he took the two points from. Pretending he hadn’t noticed, he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall to rest.

After waiting for a minute or two, the loudspeaker blasted Present Mic’s voice, telling them that they could leave the exam venue.

Getting to his feet, Monoma shuffled out alongside the many other tired ones, stifling a yawn. He prayed he did enough. He had lost count of his points midway through.

He was nearing the train station, trailing through a parkway when he saw a couple of familiar faces in a reflection off a dustbin. Shit, it’s those guys.

They were following him. His eyes flickered to the sides. No one, huh? That’s convenient for them. I just gotta make it to the station.

But those behind him knew it too. The footsteps sprang into a sprint as a hand latched onto him and dragged him to a stop.

“What?” Neito scowled as he faced Fireball and Guy-Who-He-Took-Points-From, and a couple more.

“We were talking, apparently you took our quirks and stole some of out points. We wanna settle the score.”

“How barbaric.” Neito said with a bored tone, incensing them into expressions of rage. I touched that guy, what’s his quirk? I don’t recognise him.

He noticed that a few of them were wearing the same uniform. Presumably they were Fireball’s goons. Classic.

“Get him.” Fireball’s orders sent the two goons to grab Neito’s arms.

Fuck, should I just use whatever quirk he has?

“Hey!” A feminine voice rang out, drawing the attention of all of them to it behind them. Monoma’s eyes widened in realisation as he placed her as that girl with big hands. “Get off him!”

“Get out of here, girl. This doesn’t concern you.” GWHTPF (Monoma abbreviated it) gave a dismissive wave.

“I already took a picture of you lot. I’ll send it to U.A if you guys don’t leave him alone now.” She held her phone up to signify her threat.

The colour drained from their faces as they quickly backed off. “Alright, alright,” Fireball said, chuckling with laced worry. “Just delete that picture, and we’ll call it even.”

The girl did a couple of taps and showed a blank photo library to them. “Done, now get out.”

They might not keep up their end of the deal, Monoma thought. Jerks like them never do.

But to his bewilderment, they actually stalked off with constricted fury in the opposite direction (all this walking just to beat me up? Neito scoffed internally), leaving just the girl and him, who helped him up.

“Thanks,” Monoma said truthfully. “I assume you have a score to settle with me as well?”

The girl frowned. “No? Why would I?”

“Those guys were pissed I stole points and their quirks during the exam.”

“I see, so that’s your quirk? You take other people’s quirks?” She pocketed her phone. Before he could respond, she followed up, “Are you heading to the station too?”

“Yeah.” The two continued down the path. “To both questions, but I don’t take them. I just borrow them for a short while.”

“I see.” She pouted. “I thought I met someone with a similar quirk to mine. I’m slightly disappointed.”

Neito chuckled. “Sorry to disappoint. My name’s Neito Monoma, by the way.”

“Itsuka Kendo.” She gave a smile, and Neito was confused to see that it wasn’t a mask. Was she always this friendly to strangers?

“So you took some of their points?” Itsuka’s question sounded more like an interrogation.

“Well, y’know, it’s part of the exam.” He shrugged. “I’m desperate.”

“Fair enough, I suppose,” She said. Neito studied her expression. She looked like she had something to say, but didn’t.

“Your quirk was the hardest to get used to, though. I have no clue how you do it,” Neito said, changing the subject.

Itsuka rubbed her head bashfully. “Yeah, it took me a while to learn how to use it well. Hope you enjoyed the trial run.”

“Does that mean there’s a subscription?” Neito joked.

“Well, if we both pass the exam and become classmates, it could be,” Itsuka replied with a cheeky smile, just as they reached the station.

“Fingers crossed. Good luck then. I hope you pass.” Neito said. “I’m, uh, going this way.” He jerked a finger behind him.

“Ah, ok then, I’m going on the opposite line. Good luck to you too, Monoma!” Itsuka gave a last wave as her train arrived. Then she boarded it, leaving Monoma on his side of the platform, and with the realisation that he meant what he had said.

Fingers crossed.

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Ĭ am way too tired to edit this, so I apologise for any grammar or spelling errors. It’s 2am and I’m gonna go sleep. But I wrote this to get rid of my writer’s block, and honestly I really like this and it might become a full story. I’ll do some more planning and see how this turns out.

Really like this ship, originally I was hoping for some Monoma X Kodai (but I just really like Kodai’s character). Maybe ItsuYui? Dunno. I’ve never tried writing an FxF full story. I’m nervous writing from a female perspective, since, you know, I’m a guy. So, idk.

Hope you guys liked this piece. I’d appreciate it if you had any feedback.

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stellar-imagines · 5 years

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SCENARIO REQUEST: ❝nightmare quirk.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Class 1-A ]

「Scenario featuring S/O with a Nightmare quirk.」

As a person who aspires to become a Hero, UA is definitely your first choice to go for high school. The written exam went well and you were confident that you passed it but the practical exam was a tough one. Since your quirk wasn't really an offensive one, you trained a lot to make up for it. You were aware of your weaknesses and worked hard to make up for it. Initially, you lacked direct combat abilities but before applying for UA, you trained a lot. But that still wasn't enough for you.

Luckily, you had managed to secure a bit of points in the practical exam and honestly, you barely made it to UA. It was expected that you didn't get to the Hero Course but it still frustrated you. There were tons of people who had quirks more associated with Hero Work and unfortunately, you were born with a quirk not suitable for combat. So you were forced into the General Studies department. Even so, that didn't stop you from wanting to become a Hero.

The first friend you made was Shinsou because of the similarity. You don't have that many friends with how your quirk was perceived. A quirk that makes people relieve their worst nightmare, cause hallucinations, that's pretty much evil in everyone's book. A majority of your classmates feared your quirk, along with those who are aware of your power tried to stay away from you. Shinsou was the same and the two of you befriended each other when you were coincidentally teamed up for a group project.

Together with Shinsou, you made your debut in the Sports Festival, earning praise and an immense amount of support from your classmates who look up to you and Shinsou now. It's nice to be accepted and admired after a long time of being shunned. They were really supportive and helps you in any way they can to get you to the Hero Course. Class 1-A is more than happy to have you in their class. The girls are excited to have another female in their group and some of the boys—especially Kaminari and Mineta, are excited. Having a new student in the middle of the semester is a bit refreshing. But of course, this class tends to over-welcome people unconsciously.

"[Last Name]!" Mineta and Kaminari screeched in unison when you stood in front of the class to introduce yourself. The last time you saw them was during the joint training and they seem well. The two boys seem to be too excited to your liking though.

Unlike most people you've known, the students from the Hero Course accepted you quite easily. They think it's amazing that your hard work and dedication. Students from 1-A are super friendly and it was easy to befriend them. At first, it was a bit unnerving to have people accept you so quickly. Years of being shunned had given you the ability to read people's behavior. The one who's interested in your quirk the most is tied between Tokoyami and Midoriya. It's because Tokoyami is fond of darkness and other related concepts, often going off saying that he's a creature of the dark. Not to mention, he makes dramatic speeches. As for Midoriya, everyone knows he's a nerd and is genuinely interested in your quirk.

"So how does it actually work!? Can you control how far your smoke extends and can you see what your opponent is dreaming about? Where does the smoke come from? Your hands?" Midoriya had his notebook open and actively asking you questions. Uraraka and Asui had invited you to each lunch together. Midoriya, Iida, and Todoroki had come after the three of you settled down.

"Um, well....." you rubbed your cheek, clearly overwhelmed by his questions. He looked like a fan who has known you for a long time.

Everyone is pretty chill with your quirk, mainly because they've seen how hard you were doing during the joint training. As it was an entrance exam for you to see if you have the potential to be in the Hero Course, you went all out. You've received training from a lot of teachers who saw your potential, to be precise, Midnight took you under her wing and whipped you into shape.

"I want to see what Bakugou is afraid of."

"I'm not afraid of shit!" the mentioned male shot back before downing whatever drink he had in his mug.

"Come on, Bakugou! There has to be something that even you're afraid of!" Kirishima said, suddenly curious.

"Even if I do, why would I need to tell you extras." Bakugou scoffed.

"We can even do a haunted house with [Last Name]-chan's quirk as its main attraction!" Kaminari pointed out with a smile, looking like he had suggested a brilliant idea. Everyone makes this kind of talk from time to time and it's nice to know that no one thinks that your quirk is too villainous.

"Well, everyone has something they're afraid of. It might be over something so ridiculous that it embarrasses you. I'm sure Bakugou is afraid of something that he doesn't want anyone to know so, we should respect that." you said calmly, turning your attention to the ash blonde who clicked his tongue.

"Like I said, I'm afraid of nothing."

The boys began teasing him for being so shy and the calm night you expected to have, became a lively one. Living in the dorms with the students from 1-A was different from when you were with your old classmates. Most of the time, you spend the night in your room but here, you were dragged into things. Especially by the girls. They were nice people but being the person who barely talked with anyone and avoided most of the time, you always feel uneasy. When they had a conversation, you stayed silent. They invite you for girl activities but you usually just sit at the side awkwardly until one of them drags you into their antics. It takes a lot of time to get comfortable but they were really patient and nice throughout the entire time.

"[First Name]-chan! We're friends so don't be shy!" Ashido tugged your arm and leaned her head against your shoulder.

"But I've never done this kind of thing before, it's my first time, what am I supposed to do?" you questioned when the Asui and Uraraka came back with a handful of snacks.

"We eat, we watch some videos, gossip, play some games, share secrets and many more! There's nothing you're supposed to do. This is a girls' night where we girls just gather in the common area and we pretty much have the whole space to ourselves for tonight because of the agreement we made with the boys when we moved in." Uraraka explained whilst opening a bag of chips.

"What's most important is that you enjoy yourself." Hagakure said to you.

"Come on, [First Name], let's play something together." Jirou urged.

The Nightmare quirk is capable of a few things. First, you emit smoke from your body which is black in color which surrounds your target and traps them in some sort of illusion where they can see hallucinations of their nightmare. During this state, they can't pinpoint your location and are immobilized. You need ultimate concentration to see whatever they're hallucinating which often leaves you vulnerable. Second, you can shift into their nightmare, if its a fear that has a physical form, you can take that form. But if it's something like a nightmare of a bad experience, you will turn into smoke and continue to make them relieve it.

The proper way of using this is to figure out their nightmare first before shifting. The only way to break out of the illusion is to have someone snap you out of it or overcome the nightmare itself.

"Yikes....I saw my life flashed before my eyes." Kaminari shivered.

"It was like a true horror experience." Ashido muttered.

"Sorry guys." you mumbled apologetically.

"It's not your fault that these two got caught in your quirk. Bakugou ended up carrying them. We almost won, too." Kirishima chuckled, pointing at the ash blonde who looked exhausted. Today was team practice, you were paired with Kirishima and Jirou going up against Kaminari, Ashido, and Bakugou.

"You're always worried about your opponents that it makes you vulnerable at times. If it weren't for Kirishima, Bakugou would've already whooped your ass." Jirou sighed with a small smile.

"Don't you fucking hold back next time, idiot." Bakugou narrowed his eyes at you when you shuffled to the spectator's side.

"I'll do my best."

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enbyleighlines · 4 years

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For your modern au prompts, how about Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang best friends going on a shopping trip?

Oooh, sounds good to me!! I hope you don’t mind that I took liberties with what constitutes as a shopping trip! This idea popped into my head, and I wanted to explore it~

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The bell on the front door gives a twinkling little jingle as they enter. Immediately, the familiar aroma of Wei Wuxian’s favorite arts and craft store rubs against his nostrils like an affectionate cat.

Beside him, Nie Huaisang walks with a spring in their step. In the crook of their elbow, they carry a small but finely crafted handbag, as though they’re a rich socialite on a shopping spree in the big city. “Here we are,” Nie Huaisang says, excitement giving their voice a fun lyrical quality, “Where shall we start, Wuxian-xiong?”

Wei Wuxian can’t help the wide grin that breaks across his face. He scoops up one of the shopping baskets by the entrance. “We should start from the ground up,” he decides, logically, “Let’s go see how sturdy their poster board is.”

“We can always glue a layer or two of cardboard to the base,” Nie Huaisang points out.

“True, true.”

The two friends make their way towards the poster aisle. They’re on a mission, but that doesn’t mean they can’t have fun.

They’re making a diorama as their final project for freshman biology. Thankfully, they were allowed to pick their own partners, and since they’ve become quick friends over the course of the year, it was a no brainer.

Their plan is to create a miniature factory, with its walls, machines, and workers, but then label everything as though they’re the parts of a human cell. Wei Wuxian is certain that it will appeal to their teacher’s quirky sense of humor, and earn them a grade worth bragging about. Nie Huaisang is less convinced, but they’re just happy for the opportunity to show off their talent for arts and crafts.

They sift through their manyu options, poster boards of all different sizes, material, colors, and even textures.

Nie Huaisang pulls out out of the rack and gasps delicately, as though they’re holding a precious treasure. “Wuxian-xiong,” they say, “Feel this one. Isn’t it just like the gritty texture of cement?”

Wei Wuxian runs the tips of his fingers over the rough surface. “Oh wow, you’re right! But won’t that make it difficult to glue things to it?”

“Ah, I hadn’t considered that!” Nie Huaisang gives the poster board another longing-filled stroke. “Perhaps we can use little metal stands for the figurines, and stick the metal through the poster?”

Seeing that his friend’s heart is set on the poster board, Wei Wuxian nods. “Yeah, that could work! We’ll definitely need to add some cardboard to the base, though. We get a bunch of cardboard boxes at the restaurant from shipments and stuff. I’m sure Jiang-shushu won’t mind if we take one.”

Nie Huaisang eagerly takes the paper board and rolls it up. It’s still too long to fit in the basket, but at least they could carry it one-handed. “What next, Wuxian-xiong?”

“Metal wire for the stands, probably,” Wei Wuxian answers, “And maybe some of those things they use in gardens, with the names of plants on them? We can use those to label stuff. Would they have those here? If not, we can probably make our own...”

“There’s a gardening store around the corner,” Nie Huaisang says helpfully.

Wei Wuxian nods sagely. “That’ll do. Oh, and we should probably be keeping track of how much everything costs. How much did Nie Mingjue give you to spend?”

Nie Huaisang gives Wei Wuxian an incredibly self-satisfied smirk. They dig into the handbag and fish out a stack of folded bills. “Oh, we don’t need to worry about money,” they assure Wei Wuxian smugly, “My Gege gave me more than enough.”

Wei Wuxian whistles.

Nie Mingjue, Huaisang’s half-brother, took over management of the family business recently. He’s also been the one looking after Huaisang ever since their parents retired to travel the world. Mingjue likes to pretend that he’s a strict disciplinarian, yet he spends money on Huaisang like it’s going out of style.

To hear Nie Huaisang tell it, they’ve always been a spoiled child. But it seems as though it’s gotten even worse ever since Nie Mingjue became Huaisang’s primary guardian.

Nie Huaisang giggles behind their wad of cash. “So, yeah,” they say, “Money is not an issue.”

Wei Wuxian might be jealous if he was the type of person to get jealous. Instead, he only laughs in delight. “That’s good to know! Let’s take proper advantage of your Da-gege’s generosity, then!”

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They quickly fill up the basket and have to upgrade to a cart. They take their time choosing the plastic figurines. There aren’t any factory workers, but there are some crossing guards, and a man in an astronaut suit, and they figure they can just pain over them. Nie Huaisang already has a decent collection of paints, but they also grab some new brushes, along with a fine point pen.

Then it’s off to the gardening store for some plastic plant markers, with tips sharp enough to pierce through paper and cardboard. While they’re there, they also grab some short two-inch fences and some mesh to use in constructing the cell walls.

They bring their haul back to the Jiang residence, because it’s closer.

The Jiang house is unusually quiet. Jiang Cheng is at soccer practice, and Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan are both at work at the restaurant. Jiang Yanli is home, though. She greets them at the door, and then immediately moves to prepare tea and snacks for them.

“Your supply run went well, I see,” she says, as she putters around the kitchen.

Wei Wuxian makes sure to plant a big, loud kiss to her cheek before he starts unloading things onto the dining room table. “It went great, actually,” he says, “Jiejie, you have to see all these awesome things we found!”

Nie Huaisang hovers a tad awkwardly in between the kitchen and dining room. It’s not the first time they’ve been to Wei Wuxian’s house, but it’s not a routine experience, either.

Glancing over her shoulder, Jiang Yanli examines the enormity of their haul with a worried expression. The cause of her concern becomes clear when she says, “I hope you didn’t have to use up all of your allowance on this school project, A-Xian.”

“Nope!” Wei Wuxian beams at her. “I didn’t spend a penny. Huaisang-xiong’s rich Gege footed the bill.”

“That... was probably not the best way to phrase that,” Nie Huaisang murmurs to Wei Wuxian, “Please let your Jiejie know you meant my actual Gege, and not an older guy who spends money on me like I’m his sugar baby.”

Wei Wuxian blinks. And then he starts snickering loudly. “She’s not going to assume that,” he assures them.

“What will I not assume?” Jiang Yanli places a plate of rice crackers on the kitchen’s island, and raises one of her brows at them.

Nie Huaisang grabs Wei Wuxian’s arm to stop him, but it’s too late.

“Huaisang-xiong doesn’t want you thinking they have a sugar daddy,” Wei Wuxian confesses, “So they want me to emphasize that, in this case, I used the term ‘their Gege’ to refer to Nie Mingjue.”

Nie Huaisang looks like they want to melt into the floor.

But Jiang Yanli only giggles, demurely, behind the cover of her hand. “Well, I’m glad you clarified that,” she teases both of them, “Both of you are too young to have sugar daddies, anyway. Come, and have some rice crackers while the tea steeps.”

The two freshmen each hop up onto one of the stools obediently. Wei Wuxian stuffs his mouth without thought, while Nie Huaisang carefully nibbles at their cracker like a timid mouse.

There’s a bit of companionable silence. Jiang Yanli pours them each a cup of green tea, and then moves the sugar bowl within their reach.

Then she sits on one of the stools opposite them, and asks, “How are your other final projects coming along?”

Wei Wuxian heaves a dramatic sigh. “Bo-oring,” he singsongs, “It’s all essays and making flashcards for the exams. The same old generic stuff we did in middle school.”

“I get to make a poster for home ec.,” Nie Huaisang offers.

“Ooh, about what?”

“We have to try to design the food pyramid,” Nie Huaisang answers, “Other kids are just making collages out of newspaper clippings, but I want to try my hand at painting the food. I’ve never had a reason to paint food before, except for maybe an apple, back when we were learning how use shading.”

Jiang Yanli smiles. “That sounds fun,” she says, “Just don’t get so caught up in your fun projects that you don’t leave any time for the boring ones.”

“Right,” Nie Huaisang answers automatically.

Wei Wuxian is more lax. “I’ll be fine,” he assures his Jiejie, “Besides, I get my best work done at the last minute.”

Jiang Yanli gives her Didi a look. “That’s not how that works.”

“It is how it works! That spike of adrenaline really helps me get things done,” Wei Wuxian insists, and taps the edge of his nose with a cheeky little smirk.

“But it doesn’t leave you much time to go back and edit, does it?”

Wei Wuxian shrugs. “I make less mistakes on my first drafts than everyone else does on their final copies! If I start turning in perfect papers, then people might think I’m just showing off.”

“You ARE showing off,” Nie Huaisang snips.

That makes Jiang Yanli giggle again. She shakes her head at Wei Wuxian, but in a fond sort of way. Neither try to continue the argument.

“What about you, Jiejie?” Wei Wuxian asks suddenly, “Any fun final projects?”

“Just exams,” Jiang Yanli answers. She’s a high school junior, two years ahead of them. “Though, my math teacher said that anyone who already has an A in the class doesn’t have to take the final exam.”

“Let me guess,” Wei Wuxian says with no little hint of pride, “You have an A.”

Jiang Yanli hides her mouth behind the rim of her teacup. “I do,” she confirms, and her smile is audible in her tone. “So that’s one less thing for me to worry about.”

“That’s my Jiejie! Smartest girl in the whole world!”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Think so? I know so!”

Nie Huaisang smiles at that. Though the dynamic between Jiang Yanli and Wei Wuxian is completely different from their relationship with Mingjue, there’s still something vaguely familiar about it.

Just like Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang, really. They’ve got completely different temperaments. Wei Wuxian is a natural leader, charismatic, bold, and optimistic. Nie Huaisang tends to follow the herd, being as indiscisive and anxious as they are. Yet the two of them are often on the same wavelength.

That’s probably why, even though they only met for the first time that year, it already feels like they’ve been friends for a long time.

#asks #anon #anonymous #mo dao zu shi #mdzs modern au #drabbles #leigh’s writing

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buckyspetpsychopath · 5 years

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I'm startled awake by the sound of my phone ringing. I panic slightly and sit up from my bed and reach over on my nightstand for my phone. I click the answer button after seeing Davids picture pop up.

"Hello?" I answer groggily. "Fuck, did I wake you?" he sighs. "Yeah, it's fine. I'm up now, what's wrong?" I ask wiping the sleep from my eyes. "nono go back to sleep," he says. "David seriously. Its like 3am, you called for a reason spit it out." I huff. "I mean, I just. Could I come over?" he asks and I go silent for a moment so he starts explaining. "I don't have to. but I'm trying to edit and I can't focus and I need something to take my mind off it, but I wouldn't be able to sleep and I need to post tomorrow," he explains. "You want to come over now?" I whisper, biting my lip. "Yeah" he mumbles. "Fine" I grin. "I'll be around by 3.30" he chirps and I laugh slightly. "I'll be waiting," I say and hang the phone up.

I look at the time and its 3.04. I look down at my sweatpants and oversized shirt for bed and shake my head, heading to my dresser. I pick out a cute lingerie set and quickly change into it.

I spray some deodorant and perfume before going into my bathroom and brushing my teeth. I quickly curl the ends of my hair so its messy and then fluff my hair. Before I know it the front door of my apartment is opening. I hurry to throw on a pair of heels before strutting out of my bedroom. David looks up when he hears my heels clicking. I smirk as I see him gulp. He quickly sets his backpack down, taking his shoes and jacket off. I walk closer towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands fly to my waist.

"I'm sorry, I know its late and you have class in the morning but I'll do all the work, you can just lie there. I'll take real good care of you" He smiles. I bite my lip and unravel my hands from his neck and push his hands down off my waist onto my butt. He bites his lip and squeezes, pulling me closer to him. "What are you doing to me" He gulps backing me up against my kitchen counter. He lifts me up effortlessly and sets me on the edge leaning in to kiss me. His lips attack mine and I feel sparks flying. This happened all the time, David would call me up at random awkward times of the day, fuck me then leave. I understand that when we first met he was going through a break-up. But its been over a year since that, and he still hasn't asked me on a proper date. Nobody knows about our midnight get togethers.

He pulls away from my lips and moves down my jaw and down my neck to my collarbone. He leaves a couple marks and I roll my eyes. He's always been really territorial, but I don't mind- it wasn't like I was dating anyone else, or even trying to. I push his head away from me and his eyebrows furrow.

"Bedroom" I breathe out and his eyes light up. He picks me up again carrying me to my bedroom. He gently drops me on the bed and I pull his shirt off when he goes to stand up. He smirks and steps back, unbuckling his jeans slowly while he watches me panting on the bed, his eyes hooded from lust. And let me tell you, it was a sight to see. He pushes his jeans and underwear down. Then he reaches into my bedside table to retrieve a condom, I take it as a sign to unlatch my bra so I reach behind me and pull it off throwing it on the floor. He smiles at me and pulls my underwear down my legs before crashing down on top of me, his hands holding him up slightly so he's not completely crushing me. He seems to fit perfectly in between my legs.

"You're so beautiful" he whispers leaning in to kiss me as he nudges himself into my entrance. He keeps pushing until he's all the way in and we both let out a euphoric sigh. He starts moving making me instantly let out little gasps. He hooks one of my legs around his hip, holding it there. My other leg intertwining with his legs. He moves faster and faster, our moans getting louder as the feeling keeps getting better. He connects our lips and they move together feverishly. One of my hands connects to his cheek and the other tangles in his fluffy hair holding him close to me. He's holding onto my hip and keeping himself up as he rocks against me. "Fuck Dave, I'm so close" I whine and he shushes me. "Its ok baby, me too. You can cum" he mumbles putting his lips to mine once again. The hand holding his cheek falls back to grip the bedsheets and he speeds up his movements bringing a hand to hold mine. He's practically ramming into me when I starting gasping his name as I unravel beneath him. "Fuck David" I moan wrapping my leg tighter around him and squeezing his hand. He stills for a second while he cums then move slowly again trying to milk our orgasms. He pulls out of me slowly and leans up to discard the condom in the bin next to my bed before dropping beside me, his head in my neck. Our sweaty bodies suction together but neither of us mind. I stroke my hand through his sweaty hair. Somehow, eventually I fall asleep.

When I wake up in the morning I grin seeing a mop of dark fluffy, almost curls beside me. I snuggle closer to David, pushing some of the hair off his face. I admire his sleeping figure, still naked from the night before which excites me, but most of all he's calm. Which is a rare sight. "Stalker" he mumbles, his eyes fluttering open. I blush. "I was just admiring." I defend myself and he laughs. "Stalking" he argues jokingly wrapping an arm underneath my body and yanking me into his side. "Admiring" I giggle leaning down to press my lips to his. "You always look so pretty in the morning, especially after sex" he grins, his voice groggy from just waking up. "hmm, someones a sweet talker today" I joke to put off the fact that what he said gave me butterflies. "Just admiring" he smirks and i roll my eyes. I look at the time and gasp, shooting up out of his arms. "Whats wrong?" he asks. "I need to be in class in half an hour, i need to take a shower and its a twenty-minute drive from here" I yell behind me as I rush to the bathroom. I step in the shower, clipping my hair up so it doesn't get wet, not having enough time to wash it. I start rinsing my body when I feel hands at my waist. "Oh no, not today mister. I'm gonna be late" I say pushing his hands off me. "Baby please, just skip it. You've only got like one exam left then you're finished, you can afford to miss this lesson" he compromises. My eyes widen, he actually listens to me. I sigh and don't have time to respond before he steps forward, pushing me against the wall and kissing me passionately. I melt into his touch wrapping my arms around his neck hands falling into his now wet hair. We make out for a while until we need air. "Thought you were gonna be late" he breathes out. "Fuck it" I shrug. "Fuck me, dont you mean" he smirks picking me up and holding me against the wall as he pushes into me.

We spend the morning in the shower and when we're done we go out for breakfast. It's nice, we just sit and chat. Our hairs both wet and wearing comfy clothes, since that's all he had left in my house from previous times he'd been over. I'd started a little collection for him, cleaning out an entire drawer just for his clothes. I'd even gone as far as buying him some deodorant, a couple shirts and pairs of jeans and sweatpants. We'd never discussed it, it just happened. Before I knew it, David had done the same at his house. Nobody really questioned the woman's razor, deodorant, bits of makeup, clothes or womanly products in his room and bathroom.Everyone decided to congregate at Davids house so we drove in his Tesla back to his, seeing our friends cars on our arrival. As we walk in the living room it goes kind of quiet.

“Uh hey guys?” I laugh. “Hey, where have you two been huh?” Zane sassily crosses his arms. “We went out for breakfast” David shrugs sitting next to Jason on the couch. “That’s not what our sources say” Todd teases and we furrow our eyebrows looking at each other. “Ok guys what’s going on?” David asks. “We just think it’s funny how you say you went out for breakfast, but natalie over here woke up at 6am to come on a hike with us and when we came in to see you, you weren’t there. Bed wasn’t even slept in” Todd says. “And then all the women’s clothes and stuff in your room” zane nods. “And don’t forget them huge ass hickeys on her neck” Jeff cuts in pulling the hemline of my shirt down a little. I swat his hand away and roll my eyes. “Grow up you guys” I sigh going to get a bottle of water. I throw one to David and everyone seems to move on in the conversation.

Later on in the day I’m really tired from our activities. David is finishing to edit some of his video he wasn’t able to last night. We’re laying on the love sac cuddling. My hood is pulled up and I’m snuggled into him whilst his laptop is between us so he can edit. Nobody seems to bat an eye at our position. I start drifting asleep when David whispers in my ear. “You asleep baby?” He asks and I don’t have the energy to respond so I stay silent. “Is she asleep?” I hear someone ask and my ears perk up. “Yeah, she’s napping” David chuckles. He moves his laptop off my back so I assume he’s finished, and his hand drops to my butt resting there. I internally roll my eyes. “So, what’s going on with you two?” Jeff asks. “Nothing” David laughs. “Oh yeah we’ll pretend like we’ll believe that” Jason snorts. “Seriously, you two are attached at the hip. Look how you are right now, friends don’t do that shit” zane says. “And friends don’t leave hickeys on other friends necks” Todd interjects. “Fine, we’ve been sleeping together for a couple months” David admits and they all let out cheers making David shush them. “And all this time we though you weren’t getting any” Todd chortles. “So are you dating?” Zane asks. “No” David says all quickly and I frown. “We could never be together” “What do you mean?” Jason asks. “She’s really good in bed, and I care for her. But I don’t have time or the energy for a girlfriend. I’ve been talking to Liza a lot more and I wanna see how that turns out” David explains and I feel a pit in my stomach. “Dude, you can’t string her along like that” Jeff tuts. “I’m not stringing her along” David sighs rubbing my back. “She’s great. I just can’t be with her, she has a lot of history with her ex and stuff. I just don’t wanna get into anything serious with her, I think I’d end up getting bored with her. She’s kind of a know it all, throws her intelligence in your face.” David shrugs. The guys continue to berate me for a moment before I feel david shaking me.“I gotta go the toilet baby, wake up” he whispers. I pretend to wake up and move off of him. I grab my phone and pretend to check the time.

“I should probably go home” I say stretching. “If you wait 5 minutes I’ll drive you home” David says and I shake my head. “I’ll get an Uber it’s ok” I shrug. David goes to disagree before Jason steps in. “Come on I’ll take you, I gotta go check in on my mum” Jason says. I smile at David and wave at the others. As soon as we’re out the door my smile drops. I sigh as I sit down into Jason’s car. “I thought your mum wasn’t coming until tomorrow morning?” I ask as he pulls out of Davids driveway. “She’s not. It was a lie” Jason says and I furrow my eyebrows. “I know you were awake. I know you heard all that, I’m sorry about them. And I’m sorry I didn’t say anything” he apologises and I sigh. “It’s fine Jason it’s whatever. Crazy of me to even believe any of them liked me, or for even thinking I could be with David.” “You have feelings for him?” He asks. “I think I’m in love with him” I breathe out, my voice shaky from being about to cry. “Doesn’t matter though does it. I’m boring and a know it all, nothing compared to Liza right?” I chuckle.Jason sighs and pulls over, turning in his seat to look at me. “We both know you’re nothing like what they were describing you like. I don’t know what got into them, they always talk about how much they like you and want you to be with David” Jason reveals and the tears are falling rapidly now. “It doesn’t really matter what anyone else thinks now. David doesn’t want me and I can’t keep putting myself through this emotional trauma, now I 100% know he doesn’t want me I can try and move on” I mutter. Jason starts driving again and soon we’re pulling into my apartment complex.

I go to leave the car but Jason puts a hand on my knee. “Don’t do anything stupid. You have the same look in your eye the night my wife left me” He sighs. “I told you, I can’t do this anymore” I sob and he pulls me into him. Hugging me and stroking my hair. Throughout the time I’ve been around everyone, I always felt really close to Jason. He’s got that paternal outlook on things. “What are you gonna do?” He asks. “I think I might go stay at my grandparents house for a while, get away from here for a while.” “You want me to take you there?” He offers. I go to protest and he shakes his head. “I don’t mind. Come on I’ll help you pack a bag” He sighs and we walk up to my apartment. He just watches me as I pack a bag.

“Why are you doing this? You’re friends with David” “Because how he treated you back there was trash, and I can see when someone’s falling apart. At this current moment you need to be thinking about finishing your last exam and graduating college. I think some time away will do you and David some good.” He explains and I nod. “I don’t wanna drag you into this Jase, but could you take a bag back to Davids for me? Please don’t tell him where I am, as far as you’re aware you left after I gave you this bag.” I say picking up another random bag and filling it with Davids stuff he left here. Jason nods and I can see the empathy he’s holding for me. We get back into his car and he takes me to my grandparents house. He gives me a hug before driving off. I sigh and go into the house, straight up to the guest bedroom. I had called my grandma in the car and she had informed me they weren’t home currently, they had taken a spontaneous trip to Hawaii but I was welcome to stay there.I send out a tweet then turned my phone off.

Davids POV*

I had let all my worries and thoughts escape me as I was talking to the guys. Feeling guilty about even thinking that way about y/n. When she left, it was about an hour later that Jason returned. He comes in solemnly and hands me a bag. I furrow my eyebrows at the guys and heath, Mariah, Natalie, Kristen, Scott And Matt who had joined us.

“What’s this?” I ask confused, with a laugh. I stop laughing when I open the bag. My face drains of colour as I look up to Jason. He bites his lip and looks away from me. “What is it?” Todd asks quizzically thinking it’s a bit. “My stuff from y/n’s house” I mumble furrowing my eyebrows. I look to Jason for answers and he sighs. “She was awake, she heard every last bit of it” he admits and I jump up. “Where is she?” I panic. The others who weren’t here before are confused. “She doesn’t want me to tell you. She needs space David, she doesn’t wanna speak to you. She never wanted to see to you again before I convinced her to leave it a week” Jason seethes. “And I’m supposed to thank you? Tell me where she is right now, I have to go explain to her” i grit. “explain what? That you’re a dick? That you’ve been stringing her along just so you’ll get laid? That you made her fall in love with you and you had no intention of being with her” Jason spits. I step back slightly. “In love with me? Did she tell you that?” I ask, tears spilling out my eyes. “Yeah. How do you feel now? You’ve absolutely broken her heart. So no, I’m not telling you where she is” he huffs and I sigh wiping my eyes.

“What the fuck just happened?” Heath interrupts. I go to my bedroom and let Jason and the guys explain it to everyone. Tears spill over my eyes as I pick up the first thing I see in my room and throw it. It becomes a habit and soon enough natalie runs into my room holding me back. We collapse on the floor, with me sobbing in her arms. “I fucked up nat” I sob. “Yeah I know you did. You just gotta give her some space. Hurting yourself or your things won’t make you or her feel any better.” She soothes. We stand up and I go back out to the living room to apologise to Jason. He shakes his head and pulls me into a hug.

“The fact is though, I didn’t even mean it, any of it. I’m just scared. I think I might love her” I admit and everyone stays silent.

Normal POV* 6 days later and I had just finished my last exam. Without jinxing myself- it went pretty well. I mean, I had studied hard the past week to take my mind off of my crumbling relationship, or lack thereof. A couple of friends and some of the guys in college were going out drinking. Normally I decline and go chill with David and them, but tonight I think I deserve it. I had bought a new outfit, something usually out of my comfort zone. I had retreated back to my apartment to get ready with my best friends joining me. They help me look extra good and then take a cute picture on my small balcony.

I watch the likes and comments roll in, the vlog squad all immediately liking it. Whilst we’re waiting for the others to get her so we can uber to the bar I start answering a couple comments. I make a couple stories of the girls getting ready, dancing, pouring drinks and a couple boomerangs.When we finally make it to the bar we were going to start our night as we walk in and find a large table in the middle. One of the guys, Dylan, one of my close friends in college has me over his shoulder. I’m giggling but smacking his back to let me down and trying to make sure my skirt is not revealing anything. He lets me down when we reach the table. Stumbling a bit he catches me by my waist making us both laugh. I sit on his knee as we all talk about our futures.

“So. When are you going to man up and ask y/bf/n on a date?” I whisper into Dylan’s ear. He shrugs. “I don’t think she’d say yes” “Are you kidding? I’m going behind her back saying this but as both of your friend, I feel obligated to step in. She’s crazy about you.” I smile. He looks up at me with his eyes wide. “Really?” He asks and I nod. A song comes on and we both gasp. I pull him and y/bf/n up with me. We start dancing and laughing. They eventually gravitate towards each other so I go back to the table with a smile on my face.

My smile fades when I get back to the table and look up. David and mostly everyone from the vlog squad are at the table opposite ours. My eyes widen when Zane notices me staring. He hits David in his arm which everyone notices. They all look over to me but I’m solely focused on David. His face lights up and he goes to stand up. I panic and run to the bathroom. I try and calm my breathing and fix myself in the mirror slightly. I take a deep breath and walk out. I bump into someone as I walk out and immediately apologise. My eyes widen.

“Hey Ilya i didn’t know you were here?” I awkwardly say wrapping my arms around him. “Yeah. I’ve been here a couple days. Uhm, Todd called me. David’s been a mess so they brought out the big guns” he laughs but I stay silent looking down. “Look I know what got said and what happened. But he’s in absolute bits about it, I think you should let him explain. You might be surprised with his response” he says rubbing my arm before walking away. I furrow my eyebrow. “Ilya?” I call out and he turns around. “Were you waiting for me outside the bathroom?” I ask and he just laughs sending me a wink before continuing back into the club. I roll my eyes and make my way back in myself. I look between the dance floor where my friends are and to the table where David was sitting pretty much alone, most of them all on the dance floor themselves.I internally smack myself as my feet drag me in his direction. He looks up shocked as I stand in front of him. I cross my arms.

“You have 5 minutes” I state and he nods. “That’s all I need” He starts so I sit opposite him, having to lean a bit closer to hear him over the music. “Look, it’s gonna sound like a shitty excuse but I didn’t mean it, any of it. I’m just really scared of being in another serious relationship and that’s what I want with you. I don’t just want the sex, however amazing it is with you. I wanna know how your day is and I wanna meet your parents. I want to take you on dates and late night drives. I want to cuddle with you and kiss you whenever I want. I want everyone to know that I love you” he pauses taking my hands in his. “And that you love me. Hopefully still, despite me being an ass” He asks hopefully. I take a moment to think. “If you didn’t mean it then why did you say it? It really hurt my feelings dave” I whimper. “I was trying to pick out things, excuses not to be with you. I don’t believe any of it, I promise. I’m not just saying it, I really don’t” he says and I bite my lip. “Please. Say you’ll be my girlfriend and I cross my heart I’ll never hurt you again. Ever. Please.” He pleads. My heart hammers in my chest at our close proximity. I do the thing that feels most natural and lean forward connecting our lips. He desperately pulls me into his lap holding my cheek. “I love you” He whispers as we pull away. “I love you too David. I swear, if you pull any of that shit again I’m out of your life faster than you can blink” I frown. He nods and leans up to kiss me again. “That’s never gonna happen cause I’m gonna make you feel the most love you’ve ever felt. I’m gonna love you right” “As much as I hated you. I really missed you” I mumble running my hand through his hair. “I missed you too baby” he smiles nudging his nose against mine.

“Ooooh baby are we back on schedule?” Zane screams in front of us so we pull away from each other to see everyone standing there eagerly. I turn back to David with a smile and he beams up at me. “Yeah we’re dating” David announces and they all go crazy. I roll my eyes and snuggle myself into Davids neck. “Congratulations by the way” he comments in my ear and I smile pecking his throat.

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Crazy Enough

A/N: The prompt was Roommates and Friends to Lovers, so this is what you get. I’m working on the other prompts too, so be on the lookout and let me know if you want to be added to the tags for future ones.

Word Count: 2480

Tag List: @r-ahh-mi, @karla-s-main, @aquamanpng

Warnings: Implied sexual content, jealously, referenced mental trauma, nightmares, no editing to speak of.

God you loved having loaded friends. This apartment was ten kinds of amazing and there was no way in hell you could have ever afforded to live like this on your own, but with Josh and the Washington family fortune, all things were possible.

When Josh had initially suggested living together after college, you’d kind of laughed and made a joke about budget, thinking that would be the end of it, but it was one of Josh’s few thoughts that he really stuck with, clinging like a dog engaged in a game of tug of war.

“That doesn’t matter; I’ll pay for it,” He’d insisted.

You’d resisted. You couldn’t just move in with a guy for free. As much as you wanted your first real apartment as an adult to be nice, you refused to live off the Washington’s charity. “Josh, I can’t live in a place I’m not working for.”

“Come on, Y/N, you know living with me would be a full time job; the least I could do is cover your half of the rent.”

Slowly, over a matter of weeks, he’d broken down your resistance. The final wall had crumbled while you were studying for exams, subsisting on oatmeal and ramen when Josh had shown up at your door, holding a bag full of takeout. “Please live with me,” He’d said and though he smiled you knew him too well not to see the real fear he was feeling; he didn’t want to live alone.

“Fine, but I get first pick of whatever’s in that bag, and I need your notes from the Milgram lecture.”

Now that you were moving in, you couldn’t even feel bad about your dependance because this apartment was so nice. Josh’s mom had thrown herself into decorating it. She needed projects to distract herself, and decorating was one of her few passions that didn’t remind her of her lost daughters. She’d done the whole place with a strange mix of care and fervor, somehow communicating through the decor alone how desperately she wanted this to work out.

“It looks really nice, Mrs. Washington,” You said.

She smiled. “Oh, please, call me Alma. Have you seen your room yet?”

You shook your head and followed her into the best room you’d ever seen. It was all done in soft colors with large windows and tons of light, blankets and extra pillows were artfully and casually draped across every piece of furniture leaving the whole room with a cloudlike feel.

“Josh said you liked soft things,” Mrs. Washington said. “He wanted to surprise you and wouldn’t let me ask you myself.”

If she had asked, you would have lied and said you wanted to do it yourself so that the Washingtons didn’t spend any more money on you, but you couldn’t help but feel glad that no one has asked. You’d never been in a room as nice as this. “It’s perfect.”

“I’m glad to hear that. We’re so grateful that you’re staying with Josh--” She trailed off, discomfort etched on her face. “He sometimes needs.... Well it’s very good that he has good friends.”

“Right,” You said, wishing you knew how to tell her that it was okay, that you knew how Josh was and that-- though his bad episodes really could freak you out-- you would be okay with him, and good for him if you could be. “I’m very grateful for all you’ve done for me, and I’m looking forward to living with Josh.”

The first few weeks were a honeymoon period while you adjusted to new jobs and city living and dealing with each other. It all went surprisingly well, and you were beginning to feel like you could handle this.

The first cold snap started the nightmares. You knew he always got bad in the winter-- he’d told you as much-- but you’d never seen it up close and personal. He became withdrawn, quiet, snappish and forgetful, none of which made for an ideal living situation.

“Josh, I’m not asking for that much,” You said, with as much false patience as you could find, “I just need you to clean up after yourself. Do some laundry, put your shit away, just so I don’t have to come home to this every day.”

“If you hate it here just move,” Josh said dispassionately, staring at a TV show he wasn’t watching.

You rolled your eyes. “Stop trying to make me feel guilty; you know I don’t want to move--”

“No, I know you can’t move,” He said, finally turning to you with lips curled in disgust. “You need a nice free place and all the food that I buy--”

“I have never asked you to do that,” You snapped. “You always offer, and if you’re going to use it to guilt-trip me, I’d rather if you just stopped doing it.”

“So now I can’t do anything nice for you? I thought we were friends!”

“Jesus, Josh, of course we’re friends,” You said, even though you didn’t really feel like you were talking to a friend anymore. “It’s just…”

“You hate living with me.” He didn’t seem to care as he said the words.

“I like living with you,” You said. “Josh, you’re my best friend, of course I like living with you, I just need you to pitch in a little around here. I’m not your maid.”

“Then what am I paying you for?” He rolled his eyes again and went back to his show, completely missing the stricken look his words had left on your face.

You think you would have rather if he’d just hit you, because anything would have been better than that. “Josh…” You want to be mad, want to yell or scream or maybe throw something and then storm off, but you can’t.

So you turn to the pile of dishes that had pissed you off in the first place, quietly did your job and cleaned them before returning them to their proper place, then took refuge in your room.

He had warned you that living with him would be a job, and you had known that in some ways it would be, but this was not what you’d signed up for. Nonsensical arguments and needle-sharp insults were not what you were looking for.

Opening your laptop-- outdated and beat up, one of few possessions that were only yours-- and started to troll Craigslist for living situations. You just wanted to know your options.

You woke up hours later to the sound of Josh’s headboard hitting the wall. If you didn’t know him so well, you might have thought he was fucking someone, but you did know him. He was having a nightmare. A bad one that threw him around in his sleep as he chased after sisters that he would never catch.

You thought about waking him, but you weren’t sure if that was the right thing to do. Would he still be mad at you if you did? Fear kept you in your bed and you cuddled the heavy, fuzzy blanket Mrs. Washington had picked out for you, keeping a silent vigil while you waited for Josh’s sleep to calm.

Several minutes or hours later, you were tugged out of a foggy half-sleep when your door slid open.

Someone was standing in the doorway, framed in light from the hallway. You sat up, jolting fully awake in a disorienting second.

“Y/N! Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry I just--”

“What’s wrong?” Your voice was hoarse with sleep, but you were coming out of the fog and could hear his anxiety. “Are you okay?”

He glanced away. “I’m… I’m sorry I woke you up. You’ve never woken up before?”

“Before? What the hell are you talking about? Do you watch me sleep, because I’m really not into the Twilight shit and--”

“No! It’s not, I mean, I just… Can I come in?”

Slowly, you nodded and made room for him on your bed, tugging the comforter close and offering him the fuzzy blanket.

He took it, fiddling with it while he sorted out his words. “Sometimes I dream that I’m running after my sisters, that they’re getting lost in the woods and if I just run fast enough, I’ll find them and bring them home.”

You nodded again, wanting to reach for him and offer some kind of comfort but hesitating before you did.

“Sometimes I dream that it’s you. That you’re running away and I need to find you before you’re gone forever too. I have to… when that happens I need to check and make sure you’re still here. That you didn’t vanish while I slept.”

“Oh, Josh…” This time you did reach for him, pulling him into an awkward sideways hug. “I’m still here.”

“Even though I’m an asshole?”

“Rephrase that,” You said.

He sighed. “Even though I treated you badly when you’d done nothing wrong. Is that better?”

“Yes, and yes, even though you were rude. I’m not going to leave in the middle of the night without saying anything, Josh. Even if the roommate thing doesn’t work out, I’ll say goodbye and leave like a normal person, because you’re my friend.”

“Thanks, Y/N.”

“And if you want,” You offered, pretty sure you were insane, “You can stay in here tonight.”

He nodded and fell against the pillows in your bed. “Thank you.”

After that, you made him promise to work on his emotion regulation with his therapist, because you loved him, but you weren’t going to let him take his feelings out on you. He agreed, and things did get better, even though he was still a bit of a slob and often needed to be reminded to pick up his shit.

You tolderated reminding him because he was making a genuine effort to be a better roommate in other ways. He brought dinner home and surprised you with coffee on days when you were working from home. He cleaned out the fridge and fixed the toilet when it started to make a weird noise.

He was far from the perfect roommate, but he was doing his best, and you made sure he knew that you appreciated it. At least now when he was upset he found a way to deal with it that wasn’t getting pissed at you.

So life went on, you worked and came home and things with Josh were normal and friendly, though you occasionally still squabled about random shit, as roommates are wont to do.

Everything was fine until the girl. She was fine. You were sure she was fine and that you were being crazy because of how much you hated her voice and her weird crooked smile and the way she always draped herself over josh like a blanket made out of leeches.

You considered yourself a feminist; this kind of random hatred for a woman you’d barely spoken to wasn’t like you. Still, this girl pissed you off, so whenever she was around, you hid in your room to stew while she and Josh did whatever it was they did.

They lasted three weeks before they broke up. The next girl lasted two. The next two made it nearly a month before the inevitable split. You disliked all of them, furiously refusing to identify the emotion as jealousy, though you weren’t dumb enough not to recognize it.

After the last breakup, Josh came home and threw himself down on the couch next to you. “Why can’t I do this, Y/N?”

“Do what?” You didn’t look up from your book. Hearing Josh complain about his relationships was your least favorite part of living with him.

“Date someone, be with them.” He sighed in frustration, burying his head in a blanket.

“Seems like you’re doing fine,” You said, thinking back over the string of beautiful, frustrating girls he’d brought home.

“Yeah until things start to get serious, then suddenly I can’t…”

“Can’t what?”

“I don’t know, it’s dumb.”

“What?” You repeated, trying to sound disengaged but interested nontheless.

“I can’t see them that way. It’s one thing if they’re a quick fuck, but then we’re together and I try to do stuff with them and all I want is to leave and be home with--”

He cut off and you closed your book, meeting his eyes. “Josh?”

“What?” He looked away, sounding like a petulant child.

“What were you going to say?”

“Nothing.”

“Josh--”

“You. I was going to say you, because whenever I spend time with them, I start thinking about how I’d rather be spending it with you, and that’s shitty so I break things off.”

“That is shitty,” You said mildly, not caring as much about those girls’ feelings as you should. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I know you don’t feel that way about me,” He said. “That’s why us living together works; because I’m the last person on earth you’d ever want to be with.”

“That isn’t--”

“Come on, Y/N, don’t pity me. You know everything about me, there’s no way anyone would know what you know, have seen me the way you’ve seen me, and still want… that.”

You thought about the night he’d come to stay in your room, curled up next to you and clinging to you because he was afraid that everyone he loved might disappear.

Everyone he loved.

“Josh…”

“Don’t. Just don’t say anything; I’ll get over it and I promise I’ll never bring it up again.”

“Josh, wait, I--” You cut off, not sure how to say what you needed to say. “I’m… I’m glad you couldn’t make things work with them. That’s pretty shitty too but it’s true. Don’t hate me for saying this, but you’re mine, Josh.”

“Yours?”

“Yes. Every time you brought one of them around here I wanted to kick her out, because you’re supposed to be mine and this place is ours and it’s just for us.”

“But--”

“Christ, what I’m trying to say is that I think maybe I love you, or at least I’m crazy enough to want to date you and see how things go. How does that sound?”

“It’s insane,” He said. “We’re friends, we could ruin-- Or, we live together, what if--”

You didn’t want to think about that so you lunged forward and kissed him.

He cradled your face for a moment before intensifying the kiss with a hand on the back of your neck. “Y/N, are you sure? There’s no going back from this.”

“We’ve been here for a while,” You said, “We were just lying to ourselves. If we’re going to ruin our friendship, I think it’s about time we got it over with.”

So you spent the night thoroughly ruining it, over and over again until you collapsed, exhausted onto your bed and fell asleep in his arms.

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