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sixeyesgojo · 3 years

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Pictures of You

Summary: prequel to I’ll Be Your Enemy - fluffy!

Characters: IBYE!Reader, Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, Nobara

Word count: 2,3k

Content warning: none

A/N: requested by @thecaptainsbride

If anybody got the reference Gojo made when he was late; congratulations, you have been successfully hurt (but this time it was not me).

Since I left the relationship between Gojo and the reader up for interpretation in IBYE, I will do the same here! Consider this piece me trying to mend your hearts <3

Taglist applications open for anyone who is interested!

“A trip to an amusement park or something like that doesn’t sound so bad,” you mused in front of Satoru. “It serves as relaxation and maybe the first-years can get closer to each other, you know, bonding and so on. They will see each other many times from now on, so getting along with each other is important,” you reasoned, your eyes almost sparkling from the thought of a day off.

“But Jujutsu Sorcery is an individual–” he began.

“Satoru, I think you should see this as vacation. A vacation where you can eat sweets until your teeth rot and absolutely nobody will hold you back,” you interrupted him.

“Okay, I am sold. Am listening now.” You just knew how to convince him. Sweets.

So that was exactly how the first-year students and you ended up at a fairground somewhere in Tokyo; it was quite neat, not too small but not too spacious either. None of you could get lost in it. Still, it was buzzing with life and all kinds of people mingled. The colorfulness was a refreshing sight to take in, compared to the dark world of Jujutsu Sorcery where seeing people suffer was your daily routine. The pleasant smell of food wafted through the air, making your mouth water, as you walked past the different booths with them. Waffles sounded like absolute heaven on earth right now.

Jujutsu Sorcery certainly was a draining sport, mentally as well as physically. Therefore it was only right to take a break at times, right? Self-care days were just as important as working.

In order to wind down a bit, you had suggested a one-day trip – just you, Satoru and the three first-year students you had adopted in your mind right away after meeting them several times.

“Sensei, you look very pretty today!” Yuji complimented you. Even Megumi noticed: “Did you have a haircut? Your hair seems a little bit shorter.”

“Yeah, Nobara had a field day with me. Cutting my hair.. or more like trimming the ends, choosing my outfit, doing my make-up and so on just for today,” you gushed as if you were a high school girl again. “Leave it to master stylist Kugisaki Nobara and nobody will ever look bad,” the brunette girl commended herself. Yuji was affectionately patting her on the back.

Undoubtedly, Satoru was late – nobody was surprised about that. You already went ahead and generously treated the trio of students you loved dearly to some food.

“Thank you for the food, sensei!” As usual, Yuji and Nobara were in perfect harmony with each other, seemingly sharing a brain.

“Thank you very much,” Megumi also expressed his thanks sweetly. If you hadn’t known better, you would have thought the way his lips seemed to twitch was unintentional. “Absolutely no problem, kiddos. You guys enjoy it while I try to contact Gojo-sensei, yeah?” you shot them an apologetic smile, already fishing out your phone. The three of them nodded in perfect synchronization. They’re as cute as little ducklings, you thought.

You didn’t even need to bother calling.

You were about to dial Satoru’s number on your smartphone when Yuji’s voice boomed, “Oh! There he is! Gojo-sensei, we are here!!”

The boy waved at his teacher.

Satoru immediately spotted the pink-haired student and skipped over to where you all were standing. “Sorry for the wait! I’m afraid I got lost on the path of life!!”

“Nice of you to finally join us, but sadly, the fun is already over and we decided to go home. Just wanted to call you to let you know! We’ve been here since morning,” you deadpanned as the white-haired man arrived, looking Satoru dead in the eye – if they weren’t covered. “Wait, wha– Hold on, I am very sure I am not that late. MY MOCHI?” Satoru sounded frantic, facing his students who just shrugged their shoulders. “Serves you right,” Megumi stated calmly. Nobara, being the sassy girl she was, also joined in, “Losers don’t get to have fun and that’s a fact.”

It was such a wholesome and funny moment for you to see the students playing along with your prank without being told beforehand.

You broke out in laughter, not being able to contain it any longer, “You should have seen your face, dumbass! I was just joking!”

“Phew, I almost thought I had to kiss the idea of eating sweets today goodbye. What a horror that would be, my day would be OVER this instant,” the blindfolded man pouted, “so where should I buy my sweets? I’m gonna buy the entire place anyway, but where do I start? Any suggestions for Great Teacher Gojo?”

“Hold up, Satoru! We gotta take a picture together to commemorate this special day!” you suggested, bouncing up and down with enthusiasm. “I swear I just saw sensei’s eyes sparkle but I might be wrong,” Yuji remarked, looking at his dark-haired friend for confirmation.

“Sensei, if you want to take a picture, we have to take it at the right angle!” Nobara chimed in, the secret Instagram influencer in her on full display. She continued to explain, “It would come out great if Gojo-sensei took the pic, long arms privilege and so on.”

The female student almost seemed more into it than you were, it was adorable to you to see the usually bold student be this into taking pictures.

You hand the tall man your phone, but not without shooting him a “if you drop my phone, I’ll make you drop dead” look.

“Okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation,” the male teacher commanded loudly. Upon hearing that, Megumi immediately slapped his hand in his face and turned away in embarrassment. Why was this man like this?

“...Ladies?” Yuji asked, the expression on his face screaming ‘confusion’ “Gojo-sensei just referenced a Beyoncé song, Itadori,” the dark-haired boy explained in a hushed tone, turning back slightly as if he did not want to get caught.

“And it’s not just any song!” Satoru happily chimed in. “Yes, yes, the good old Formation,” you added, nodding in satisfaction. You remember how you showed him the album when it dropped.

“Can we all just ignore Gojo-sensei and take our pic?” Nobara inquired as she shoved everybody into their respective spots. “Alright, everybody, smiiiiile for the camera. Say cheese!”

Click, click, click, click.

Finally, Satoru had gotten his share of sweets. Complying with his sweet tooth was always an effective way to calm him for some time. Almost like feeding a baby, in a way.

Now it was time for fun rides!

...or at least that was what you thought… until Satoru dragged you along to ride a freaking pendulum ride with him. The three students had managed to talk themselves out of stepping foot on that monster of a ride but Satoru didn’t even give you a chance to refuse, he simply gripped your arm and walked towards it.

Stopping only when you were already standing in line, you nervously eyed the metallic behemoth with its iron arm. The monstrosity was seemingly ready to make you throw up from the way it would spin you through the air repeatedly, going back and forth and back and forth again. Why did you have to do this?

“Satoru,” you called his name timidly and tugged at his sleeve, the strange feeling not leaving your gut, “do I really, really have to do this?”

“Absolutely! I promise it will be very fun,” Satoru replied with a signature grin you wanted to wipe off of his face at that moment.

No, it was not fun. At all. You were dizzy and your fear of height was kicking. The blasts of air hitting your face left, right and center were not helping at all and you were sure, if anybody took a picture of you right now, you would look horribly green.

“I– can’t do this anymore!” you shouted mid-air, right before the ride swung to the other side. The force knocked the air out of you once again.

“SATORU, PLEASE GET US OUT OF HERE!” you begged and squeezed his arm with an iron grip. The height was too overwhelming. “Mid-ride?” Satoru asked and you nodded frantically. “Now that’s what I call reckless! Sounds like fun. I’m in!” he declared with a grin.

“Domain Expansion: Infinite Void.”

That was the last thing you heard the tall man say before he touched your head with his large palm.

Your eyes widened in horror as you realized this man used his domain this recklessly, for fun. Maybe it was a side effect of being able to use it multiple times a day.

The infinity gently wrapped itself around Satoru and you. Almost movie-like, you watched as the entire, vast universe beautifully unfolded in front of your eyes. Each star being created separately, then abruptly flashing by as a sea of stars – as if you were in a wormhole. You perceived the entire domain within a flash of a moment, yet tasted eternity in it. Everything but nothing at once.

Despite being touched by Satoru himself, the sensations weren’t without merit. If this was how it felt to be in the safe space of Satoru’s touch within his inner world of Limitless, you would rather not fathom how it felt to be the one hit by this powerful domain.

It took you some time to process things and recollect.

“When I said I wanted you to get the two of us out of that thing, I didn’t mean ‘send me to your domain’,” you scolded him.

“Well, it was convenient,” he defended himself and you could almost hear the grin on his face, “Bet you’ll hate me after this though.”

“Hating you was never really an option I’d ever consider but okay, we’ll run with it this time. Now undo your domain, please, while I am asking nicely.”

“Your wish is my command! This time at least.”

“Satoru.” A stern last warning fell from your lips.

“Yes, yes, boss. On it.”

“I thought you said it’ll be fun but I am absolutely not riding that thing ever again,” you took deep breaths to calm down as your feet securely touched the ground again. Your legs were still trembling a bit.

“And it was fun! At least for me! I like seeing you struggle – it’s so funny – and the way you clung to my arm? Adorable! You are so tiny compared to me, like a bug I could crush between my fingers!” The annoying sorcerer laughed merrily.

“Gojo fucking Satoru, the only thing that is about to be crushed here are your balls. With my leg. You are very lucky to have that damn Infinity of yours or else,” you threatened.

“Ouch, you really do know how to hurt an invincible man,” he snickered and flicked your forehead lightly.

Rejoining with the students was easy as they all saw the barrier Satoru’s domain created.

“You are lucky there was some kind of show going on down here. That barrier above would have freaked people out if they weren’t distracted,” Nobara said, looks shooting daggers at her weird teacher. Innocent and as nice as ever, Yuji pitched in as well: “Yeah, Fushiguro also tried to distract children with their wandering eyes! I think he did a good job.”

“Okay but what did he do though?” you asked curiously and looked at the boy in question.

“...Shadow puppets,” Megumi slowly admitted, looking anywhere but at the people in front of him.

“Oh? You love your foster-dad-turned-great-teacher this much to embarrass yourself out in public? That’s new!” Satoru teased the poor boy. “Someone has to be the voice of reason around here or you’d all be in jail. That includes preventing civilians who are able to see curses from seeing you use Jujutsu while floating mid-air,” he justified, ignoring the tall teacher’s mockery completely.

“As much as I love slandering Gojo-sensei, I’d rather spend my day actually having fun,” Nobara pitched in, reminding everybody of why you were here in the first place.

“So, let’s go ride the ferris wheel!” she added excitedly.

More fun rides.

Before you knew it, the day passed by. You could already feel the heaviness in your legs from walking. The swirling feeling from all the rides boded in your chest – you probably would not be able to sleep well tonight. It was definitely worth it though, you thought.

You had already brought the students back to their dorm – Satoru had ran off to the school because he remembered he had to do something – and were on the way home yourself.

You were in some sort of trance, completely immersed in your phone, so you hadn’t registered when Satoru called your name until he gently tapped your shoulder, falling into step with you.

“Yeah?” you looked up to Satoru, snapping out of your train of thought.

“Just wanted to tell you; ‘Operation: Relaxation Day’ was a great success.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Satoru.” A genuine smile graced your lips and for a moment, he softened at the sight.

“You know what? It was amazing, I really should start listening to you more often,” he confessed with a smirk.

“Well, it’s thanks to your amazing power of persuasion that we got to spend it like this, so thanks for today,” you half-heartedly complimented him.

“You do know I only said we’d not be available today and then dashed, right?” he asked you, the usual playful tone lacing his voice.��“Exactly what I meant by saying ‘your amazing power of persuasion’.”

“I think I’ll frame the picture we took,” you murmured softly, fondly looking at the screen of your phone. The picture from earlier was displayed on your homescreen.

Surely, you would hang it on the blank wall in your home as well. It was a personal treasure now.

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harryspet · 4 years

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sweet sister | peter parker

[Warnings] dark peter parker x innocent reader, reader is extremely innocent, manipulation, male/female masturbation, somnophilia, stepcest, hj, vaginal sex but not really?

A/N: This is based off a request I got for a innocent reader where Peter teachers her about sex. Reader is 18 and Peter is around 21. DARK THEMES SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

In which you’re May and Happy’s foster kid and Peter takes advantage of your innocence.

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word count: 2.9k

You came home from school like it was a normal day. Walking up the steps to your family’s brownstone, clad in your school uniform, and loud music blaring in your headphones, “May!” You shouted too loudly, walking down the hallway towards the kitchen, “Did my package come?”

You stopped in your tracks as you saw three figures standing in the living room. Happy, May, and … some kid you didn’t know. Your eyebrows raised in confusion at the young man standing with your foster parents.

“Y/N, this is my son Peter!” May smiled, trying not to be awkward. She approached you, urging you forward. Now you recognized him and your eyes widened because of how easily you missed it. He was in all the photos on the mantle but, now, he looked a bit older.

You were not what Peter expected, at all. By May’s description of you, he thought you might be a middle schooler. His eyes trailed over you, the way you filled out your uniform … Peter snapped out of it, moving forward to hold out his hand to you.

“Hi, I’m-” Interrupting him and surprising him at the same time, you went in for a hug. Peter hesitated for a moment before hugging you back. You noticed he had a strong grip.

“She’s a hugger,” You heard May whisper.

You pulled away and offered your hand for him to shake. He took it, smiling, but still a little confused by the long greeting, “I’m Y/N. You look just like May! I mean, you’re very pretty like her.” Happy always went on about how pretty May was and you always agreed.

You watched as his cheeks reddened. Was it something you said? ''Thank you very much, I haven’t heard that one before.”

You looked back at May who seemed to improve the interaction. You smiled, worrying that you had made him nervous, “Peter finally has a break from his busy schedule to come see us. He’ll be here with us for at least a week. May and I thought this would be a good time for you two to get to know each other.”

May had taken you in two years ago but this was the first time you were officially meeting Peter. He was always halfway around the world fighting crime and could only stop at May’s work every once and awhile. You never thought you’d ever have a full family like all the people on the television did.

“That sounds like a lot of fun,” You heard Peter say and your heart did a little backflip. Your very own big brother. “What’s this about a package?”

“Oh,” Your face fell, “Uhm, they’re just books.”

Peter gave you a look of inquiry, stuffing his hands into his pockets, “You like to read? What kind of books?”

You opened your mouth to make up some excuse but Happy interrupted you, “I put your package on your bed, sweetheart. Why don’t you show Peter his new room?” Right, you had taken Peter’s old room.

“Okay!” You perked back up, glad the subject of books was over, “Follow me, big brother!”

That was easy, Peter thought. She didn’t seem to give a second thought about accepting him which was endearing but scared Peter to a certain extent. How trusting was she exactly? May had warned him that she was a little eccentric … and a little emotional.

Peter tried to keep his focus up as he followed you up the stairs. A part of him was a little let down that you were wearing shorts beneath your plaid skirt.

“May says you have like a sixth sense. And that you can sense when danger is near. She talks about you a lot, you know? You call it a Peter tingle, right? I thought that was a really cute name but I’m not supposed to bring it up around you apparently-” You were rambling, as usual, and had passed your bedroom but you noticed that Peter wasn’t following you anymore.

“You made it pink,” You heard Peter say as he peeked into your room. He adjusted the black backpack on his shoulder and you couldn’t help but notice his muscles. He was like the boys you read about in your books but … he was technically your stepbrother.

You walked toward him, “May said I could decorate it how I wanted. Do you hate it? You hate it, don’t you? I’m really sorry. It’s just that it’s my favorite color and-”

“No way, I like it!” He quickly assured you, not wanting to see what happened when you finally ran out of air. Peter walked inside and you followed him. There was no twin bed anymore but a regular-sized bed with a white canopy.

There was a pile of stuffed animals in the corner that Peter noted, “You have a lot of stuffed animals …”

“Those are the ones they give you in family court,” You explained to him before pointing over to your bed, “I keep the ones Happy and May give me on the bed, those are my favorite.”

“I see,” You spoke so casually about being in family court that it made Peter wonder what your story was. There were at least ten stuffed animals there, “Which one’s your favorite?”

You liked that question, smiling wide, as you walked over to your bed. Peter watched you carefully as you bent over to grab a gray penguin, “I like penguins a lot. My first Christmas here, May got me this and a penguin puzzle. I’ve done it a million times now but we could put it together if you wanted.”

“I can’t imagine anything better, Y/N.”

You were going to be very fun to get to know, Peter thought.

The family had gone out to dinner that night and had been the rest of the evening putting together a hundred piece, penguin puzzle. It was one of the best days of your life and, as you expected, having a family was wonderful. Having Peter was just an extra bonus. You wished he didn’t have to leave.

The next day, as you walked down the steps that lead from your school, you didn’t expect to find Peter waiting for you. You ran up to him and hugged him, of course, and you savored the moment when his strong arms were around you. Some girls you didn’t know gasped and practically swooned as they watched you two.

“I have strict orders to take you straight home so you can start right away on your homework,” You frowned until Peter continued, “But I think we should stop for ice cream.”

You were practically bouncing with excitement as Peter grabbed your hand and lead you down the street.

At the small parlor, you licked at a cone of chocolate ice cream while Peter stuck his spoon into his ice cream sundae. Peter’s eyes wandered over to your mouth, imagining your wrap your lips around his-

“You never said what you liked to read, Y/N.”

You blushed, your nose wrinkling, as the embarrassment filled you, “It’s silly … you don’t want to hear about it.”

“I do,” Peter insisted, “I won’t tell anyone, don’t worry.”

You took a breath, “They’re … they’re romance novels. It’s a series one of my friends at school told me about. She thinks I’m too … too babyish. Apparently, there are scenes in it ... “

“Scenes like what?” You blushed even more.

“Bad scenes,” you whispered and Peter pretended to think the subject was taboo, “She wants me to learn about … dirty stuff. These guys are taking us to prom and she wants … she wants us to have our ‘first times’ together. I don’t even know what that means! But I can’t tell her that or she’ll think I’m even weirder than I already am to her.”

Buried treasure. Peter had stumbled upon pure gold.

“Y/N, you’re talking about sex?” Peter narrowed his eyes at you.

“Sex?” You spoke the word like it was completely foreign on your tongue, “I think that’s it. Sounds gross, right?”

Peter couldn’t help but chuckle, “It’s kinda gross if you think about it too deeply but it’s not meant to be gross. It’s not as scary as you think. It’s quite beautiful, actually.”

Her eyes went wide, “You’ve done it a bunch, haven’t you?”

Peter shrugged, “A few times but only with special people. If the guy who’s taking you to prom isn’t special then you definitely shouldn’t give him your first time.” Peter would have to do some research on this guy and make sure he didn’t even think about coming near her.

You looked solemnly at your melting ice cream, “I must be a total weirdo then …”

“You’re not, Y/N, trust me. Eighteen is still young.”

You leaned forward, whispering, “I haven’t even kissed anyone, Peter. People do that in middle school.”

Peter leaned forward next, entrancing you with his eyes, “Do you really want to get some experience? Because … I could help you. I’m probably better than those trashy books.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Do brothers and sisters normally talk about stuff like this?”

“Don’t you want to be friends too?” You instantly nodded, “Then I can help you out, as a brother and a friend. But if you want to read your books-”

“No, no, you can teach me!”

And you easily stepped into his trap.

That night, Peter slipped out of his room clad in his pajamas. Your door slowly creaked open and you sat up in your bed. You rubbed the tired from your eyes as Peter peaked in, “My room is freezing … and I can hear Happy snoring through the walls.”

You pulled back your comforter, patting the spot next to you, “You can sleep in here with me,” Peter entered all the way before slowly shutting the door.

“Really? I can sleep on the floor …”

You shook your head, “It’ll be like a sleepover.”

Peter moved in the darkness, climbing in beside you. You pulled the covers over him and you both lay down. Peter watched as you turned over before tiredly murmuring, “Goodnight, Peter.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

Peter waited a good hour before moving closer to you. In a slow movement, he had pressed himself against you, taking in the scent of your hair, as he admired the lines of your body. It was a risk but he touched your waist, his hands trailing over to your stomach. He felt the soft skin of your back as well before reaching into his pants.

He touched himself to the thought of you and he almost panicked as you moved. You turned to your other side, not facing him. Watching your sleeping face sent Peter over the edge and he muffled his grunts with a pillow.

He wasn’t in your bed when you awoke the next morning.

Happy had surprised May with a romantic dinner that night so Peter and you were left alone that evening. You were brushing your teeth in your jack and jill bathroom when Peter walked in suddenly. You looked over to see him only wearing a pair of basketball shorts.

You blushed, looking back at the mirror before spitting out the foam in your mouth. He stalked closer to you and you noticed something different in the look in his eyes, “I was thinking something, Y/N, about what you told me at the ice cream shop.”

You put away your toothbrush, turning off the sink before wiping your mouth with a hand towel, “I thought you had forgotten …”

Peter smirked, “Far from it, actually. I was thinking about how you said you want more experience. With kissing boys and things like that, right?”

You nodded slowly, growing nervous.

“I think the first thing you should learn is how to pleasure yourself before you learn about pleasuring someone else,” He held your hand, rubbing soothing circles into your palm.

“Pleasure?”

Peter nodded, “Sex is all about pleasure,” Peter held your hand it slowly brought it against his crotch. You felt something hard and flinched away, “It’s okay, don’t worry.”

It was such a weird feeling. Only recently had you learned that boys and girls even had different parts.

“Right here is where guys can feel pleasure,” Then Peter reached out to touch you. Through the fabric of pajama pants, you could feel his fingers brush against your folds, “This is where girl’s feel pleasure. Let me show you.”

He assured you that everything was going to be okay as he slid down your shorts. Before you could step out of them, Peter swiftly lifted you onto the counter and you yelped at the sudden movement.

He took your hand and pressed your fingers against your crotch. He tried to guide you as best as he could, standing between your spread legs, “Oh my stars …” You breathed out, savoring the foreign new feeling. You wanted to run away from it and run to it at the same time. You looked at Peter with frightened eyes as he slowly moved his hands away.

“That’s it, good girl, keep rubbing,” He praised you, loving the sight of you discovering your own body. You kept going, rubbing circles over that sensitive area through your light pink panties. You leaned back, lifting a leg on the counter, so you could get a better angle.

“Is this good Peter?”

“You’re doing great, Y/N. Doesn’t that feel good?”

You nodded, practically whimpering. You looked at Peter differently than before, you didn’t see the boy you saw before. You thought about how handsome he was and how sweet he’s been to you all week. You felt the wetness growing beneath your legs and you blushed as you look down, “Peter, I-I think I’m peeing …”

Peter gave you an amused smile, “That just means that you like it, Y/N. That you’re aroused,” Peter grabbed your hand and moved it away from your crotch. You found yourself missing the feeling and you watched as he slid off his pants and underwear. The sight of his manhood felt foreign but aroused you at the same time.

Peter slowly palmed his manhood as he leaned into you. You practically froze as his lips touched yours. He didn’t even have to speak because as he slowly left soft pecks on your lips, you started to lean back into him. Your hands touched his neck as you started to move your lips against his. You liked it … No, you loved it, “Your lips feel squishy,” You gushed and Peter laughed, turning his head as the kiss became more passionate.

You let your leg fall back over the counter and, as it did, Peter slowly slid off your underwear. Then suddenly, he lifted you. You wrapped your legs around him as he carried you into your room. He sat on your bed, leading you to straddle him.

“I want to try something,” Peter said before pecking your lips again.

You were all in.

He laid back on your bed, and you sat on his legs, “Touch my cock,” You thought the word was silly but you could tell what he meant. It felt harder than you expected and as you gripped it on your hand, a guttural moan exploded from Peter, “Spit on it.”

“Peter-”

“It’s okay, it’ll feel better that way,” He tried to assure you and you hesitated before pulling your hair back. The trail of spit fell onto his member and you felt gross for a moment until you saw his reaction.

That sound he was making you even wetter.

Peter grabbed your legs, pulling you up more until your private parts were positioned right over his, “I want you to rub yourself against me, can you do that?” Peter asked. With all his fantasies coming true, he wasn’t sure how long he’d last.

You nodded. You held onto Peter’s chest as you slowly dragged your private parts against his. His cock was pressed against his stomach and your lips moved up and down his length. You felt it then. That pleasure and his pleasure mixing. You kept going, starting to feel something building up in your core.

You bit down on your lips, liking the feeling of when his tip rubbed against your sensitive bulb. Your wetness acting as even more lubrication, you thought you were making quite the mess but Peter didn’t seem to mind.

You moved faster, Peter’s groans encouraging you and your curiosity of that thing building up inside you kept you going. Your toes curled as you got the feeling of a waterfall rushing off a cliff. Your mind went blank for a moment and your body shook as that damn finally broke.

You moaned, riding out the feeling and that's' when you felt Peter convulsing. You felt his cock twitch as white spilled from the tip of his member and onto his stomach. Peter’s head rested all the way back and you couldn’t help but smile as you realized that you had both reached your tipping points.

“Well, was that it? Did I do sex?”

“Sort of,” Peter said, completely out of breath. The eagerness in your eyes wasn’t something he expected, “You have a lot more to learn, Y/N.”

“Then can we do it again, Peter?”

Hope you enjoyed this! Feel free to check out my masterlist for more Peter fics! There is a short sequel to this!

PART TWO

#dark peter #peter parker x reader #dark peter parker #dark!peter #stepbrother #stepsister #mcu smut #marvel smut #mcu x reader #mcu #dark marvel #oneshot #peter one shot #tom holland #tom holland x reader #au #peter parker au #ariana grande

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ymir5upremacy · 3 years

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HMM??

Uhm hello, this is my first nswf fic.... um yea. ✌🏽

Mikasa x female-bod reader

They go to college.

Warnings: A little bit of sexual assault.

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Another day in class, another day being wasted from my life. The professor kept rambling on and on about his family, nothing related to school. Honestly, the only thing that kept me going to school was Mikasa.

Blessing my eyesight, flirting and knowing how to cheer me up, Mikasa was there for me. Although, she and I had been strong friends for a while, being around her made me want to be more than friends. A part of me tells me to stay as friends, but the greedy side of me wants her to—

“Y/N! What did I just say?”

I looked up to see the professor staring at me, and so was the rest of the class. Oh shit, I thought. “Sorry sir, I wasn’t listening” I replied, honestly. Some classmates laughed, turning back to the front of the class. The teacher went on with the lecture as I sighed, waiting for the bell to ring for lunch.

———-time skip—————

“Hey Y/N!!” I turned around and saw Mikasa jogging towards me, two lunch bags in her hand. “I didn’t keep you waiting did I?”

I grinned, “No you didn’t, what did they give out for lunch though? I hope it’s not a peanut butter jelly sandwich, again.” I examined the bag in her hand and looked back up to see her grinning back at me. Arching a brow, I walked closer to her while she gave me a bag.

“It’s chicken tenders,” she said, as we sat on the bench together and started eating our lunch. “Thank you,” I said, mouthful of food. She scrunched her nose and smiled in response. “Hey, are you going to that party later tonight?” I asked, popping a baby carrot in my mouth. “Depends, are you going?” She said, wiping her lips with a tissue.

I shrugged, “I could use some fun.” Mikasa smiled smugly, leaning in closer to me, our faces inches apart. “I know how we could have some fun,” She whispered, looking down at my lips. I felt my face heat up, as my mind wanders off to what she could possibly mean.

“What are you thinking of, sweetie?” She cooed. My eyes flickered from her eyes to her lips rapidly, as she kept in leaning closer while I backed up, trying to keep some distance. Eventually, my lower back hit the arm of the bench, Mikasa trapped me with one hand close to my waist and the other laid on the backrest. We stayed in that position for awhile, until she broke the silence.

“We can go to the party together, if you’d like. I have no other plans tonight.” She said, backing away from me and sitting back straight. “I hope you weren’t thinking about anything dirty in your precious little brain of yours,” she said. I shook off my thoughts and got up to throw my trash away, Mikasa following along.

I scoffed, playfully. “Please, I have way more dirtier thoughts than you could ever think of,” I said, looking back at her. “I’m not sure about that, princess,” she said, eyeing me up and down. I walked towards her and smirked, “wanna find out?”

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I put on my new black heels as I finished getting ready for the party. I sauntered around my room, a short and black spaghetti-strapped dress that hugged my curves along with my freshly washed hair flowing with each step I took. Mikasa offered to take us to the party, knowing that I am a terrible driver, and she’s probably outside waiting for me. Grabbing my keys and purse, I headed out and walked towards her car.

“You look sexy,” Mikasa complimented, as I entered the car. She wore a black suit that showed off her cleavage and broad shoulders, a few silver rings on her fingers that you’d just want to have wrapped around your throat. “Same to you,” I said, smiling at her. I buckled in my seatbelt as we drove off to the party.

As we walked inside the building, the rhythm and beats from the loud speakers travelled from the floor right into my chest. Almost as if my heart was beating along with the music. “Want a drink?” Mikasa asked loudly, putting a hand around my waist. I nodded and we walked to the bar, both getting a glass of alcohol.

A few minutes later, the alcohol kicked in. Mikasa only had one drink, since she has to drive, whereas I had a couple. “Hey, do you want to dance?” I looked up to see a girl in front of Mikasa, hair tied in a ponytail and a dark blue dress that showed off her cleavage and pale legs.

Mikasa looked at the girl and back at me. “Do you think you can be by yourself for a while?” She asked me, analyzing my state. I slightly nodded, even though, deep down I hated the idea.

As the girl led Mikasa to the dance floor, I turned back to my drink to finish it. Sipping and checking my phone for a while, the music started to lure me to go on the dance floor. I turned away from my empty glass and looked at the crowd of people dancing along to the beat. I spotted Mikasa and the girl, dangerously close to each other. The girls hands were all over Mikasa, but she didn’t seem to mind.

I hate this, I fucking hate this.

I started walking towards the crowd of people, chanting the same words over and over again in my head, until I let the music consume my body. I hate seeing her with someone who isn’t me. I danced along to the beat, ignoring my own thoughts.

Moments passed, and I was still submerged in the crowd of people, if Mikasa tried to find me it would be impossible. As I kept on dancing, I felt a pair of arms wrapped around me. Flinching and turning around, I saw a tall and pale man, he looked to be around his 40s.

“Hey pretty lady, why are you alone tonight?” He said, wrapping his arms tighter. I started feeling uncomfortable, trying to tug his arms away from me. “Don’t resist baby, it’ll only make me want you more.” He said, mockingly.

“What the fuck,” I muttered. “Excuse me?” Realizing he heard me, I shrugged off his hands and turned to face him. “I said, what the fuck,” I shouted, knowing that other people heard. “Listen hear you bitch-”

“Y/N” I turned to where I heard the voice and saw Mikasa walking through the crowd towards me. “What’s going on?” The man started towering over me, yelling and pointing his finger. Feeling more enraged, from Mikasa dancing with another girl, to an old and disrespectful man trying to tell me off, I had to get rid of my anger. So I did

The crowd gasped as my fist hit hard across the mans face, his nose bleeding and eyes wide. As I lunged further to attack the man, a hand grabbed my shoulder to keep me back. “Hey, stop. It’s okay,” Mikasa whispered into my ear.

“Oh, fuck off,” I groaned, shrugging off Mikasa’s grasp. I looked back at her to see sad eyes peering down at me. “This fucking bitch just slapped m—” A hand struck across the mans cheek, again, except this time it was Mikasa. I heard the crowd gasp again, and all of a sudden I’m being pulled towards the exit.

As Mikasa pulled me towards her car and got me in, I still felt the alcohol slightly buzzing through me. “Hey, are you okay?” Mikasa asked worriedly, after getting in the car and closing the door. I stared at her through my lashes, internally rolling my eyes. “ Yeah, I’m doing just great,” I exclaimed, sarcastically. Mikasa furrowed her eyebrows, as she started the car and drove out the parking lot.

“Hey, I’m sorry I left you alone, and left you to deal with that expired dude,” Mikasa said. “It’s okay,” I lied, trying to hide the fact that I hated every minute of tonight’s event. As Mikasa kept driving, eventually going into my driveway, Mikasa looked back at me. “Thanks for the ride,” I said hurriedly, unbuckling my seatbelt.

“Wait, are you sure you’re okay?” Mikasa asked, grabbing my wrist to stop me from leaving. “I’m fine Mikasa,” I snapped, waiting for her to take her arm off. “Y/N.... tell me what’s going on.” I furrowed my eyebrows, glaring at her. “Nothings wrong with me,” I said. “You sure? This whole night you haven’t been being yourself,” Mikasa said, turning the car off and facing me. I looked at her with squinted eyes, wondering if I should just tell her then and there.

“How did you know I wasn’t being myself, Mikasa?” I asked , questionably. Why the hell would she try to study me when she was the one that left and danced with someone else. I scoffed at my thoughts as I folded my arms, waiting for a response. Mikasa took her rings off and put them in the cup holder, eyeing me up and down with a smirk.

“Or is it because........you’re jealous?” Mikasa said, one side of her mouth tugged upwards as she gave me a goofy grin. “Hmm? Did I make you jealous?” She cooed. “Fuck you,” I said, trying to get out of her car. “Nuh uh,” Mikasa muttered, grabbing my wrist, again, and tugging me back into the seat as I tried to open the door.

As soon as she got me to sit right back in her car, she towered over me, a hand traveling up to my throat and gripping it. Using that grasp, she tugged my upper body toward hers until we were so close, our breathes mingling. I hitched when I realized how close we were. Just three more inches and I would probably get to taste her, I thought.

But before I knew, my body moved on it’s own and my lips tried to attach to hers, until the hand that was once on my throat went to the side of my face, forcing my movements to a halt. Mikasa arched an eyebrow, dragging her thumb along my bottom lip. I could do nothing but stare at her lips, her strong grasp didn’t allow me to move closer or further from her.

“Did you get jealous, princess?” Mikasa whispered, tugging my bottom lip, exposing my bottom teeth. I glanced into her eyes, and back to her lips, nodding slowly. “Do you like me?” I glanced back into her eyes again, heart beating faster from that question. “Hmm?” Mikasa whispered, the pad of her thumb still placed on my lips.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding, preparing myself to come clean. As I slowly nodded, Mikasa let out a breathy chuckle. “Do you want me?” She husked, her other hand gliding down to my exposed thigh, firmly gripping it. Nodding for the third time, I let out a hitch when she squeezed my thigh and dragged her fingertips to my knee.

“Words, sweetheart,” Mikasa cooed. “Yes..... Mikasa,” I answered instantly. Removing her grasp from my face, she held the back of my neck. “C’mere,” Mikasa muttered, bringing my face closer to hers. As soon as I felt another pair of warm lips against mine, I instantly moved, desperate for any warmth given by the woman I’m in love with.

Our lips moving in sync, as the car was filled with wet and lewd noises. Moments after, I felt Mikasa’s tongue gliding against my bottom lip. Slightly opening my mouth, she shoved her tongue and ran her fingers through my hair. Minutes of making out, everything started getting hotter. As I felt my panties getting wetter and wetter and the throbs on my pussy, I clenched my thighs and whimpered against her lips.

Mikasa caught on and slowly pulled away, our lips glossy and cheeks pink. She looked down to my clenched thighs and back up at me. “Oh?” She muttered breathlessly, trailing her hand up my thigh. “Are you aroused?”

“Shit, Mikasa pleas-”

“Get in the house,” Mikasa husked, opening her car door. “Now.”

As soon as I opened the front door, Mikasa shoved me in the house and cornered me against the wall. Attaching her lips against mine, I wrapped my arms around her neck and she wrapped hers around my waist. Our breasts pressed up together, one of her legs was between mine. My hand traveled in her hair as she trailed her kisses down my neck, biting and kissing over the skin.

She momentarily stopped marking me and her breathe fanned over my ear. “You sure you want this?” She said, softly caressing my sides. “Wait, do you like me too, Mikasa?” I asked, wondering if this might become a mistake. She just smiled and gave me a soft kiss on my neck. “Why else would you think I keep teasing you?”

“Because you’re a player,” I joked, giving a pout. Mikasa chuckled softly, leaning in to give me a soft peck on my cheek. “ I love you... Y/N,” Mikasa whispered, kissing my lips once again. “Then why did you dance with the other girl,” I asked sternly against her lips.

“Hmm? To make you jealous,” she cooed, biting my bottom lip. My breath hitched and I wrapped my arms around her waist. “I can see that it worked,” Mikasa smirked, her hand holding my face.

“Just shut up and fuck me,” I said, bringing her in back closer. “Glady,” she said, tugging my body towards her and attaching her lips against mine. Continuing our makeover session, I pushed her towards my bedroom, opening the door and closing it.

“Off,” Mikasa whispered breathlessly, tugging at my dress. I stepped back and took it off, then putting my hands on her shoulders. I looked at her for approval to take off her suit and she nodded, latching onto my lips. I struggled trying to take it off her arms, so Mikasa pried it off and wrapped her arms around me. After the blazer was off, she leaned down, undoing her pants and gliding it down her legs. Both us were just in our undergarments.

Our breasts pressed against each other, as she turned us and shoved me onto the bed, hovering over me. Staring into each other eyes, I broke the distance, pulling her towards me by tugging on her bra straps. Giving each other a soft peck, her hands fiddling with the hook of my bra. “May I?” I nodded, allowing her to take my bra off. She kissed both of my breasts, and then slowly trailed her way to my neck.

She pulled off of me to take her bra off as well, throwing both of them to the side of the bed. I leaned up to give her another kiss, both of us against each other. I fiddled with the band of her panties, and she got the hint, taking off her panties. Gliding her hand up my legs, she gripped the elastic to my panties and slowly tugged it down.

Both of us had nothing on us. Mikasa nestled her body against me between my thighs as I laid down onto my sheets. Our lips syncing with one another, our arms wrapped around each other. “Fuck, baby,” Mikasa gasped, trailing her kisses down my body. Eventually she stopped her movements, staring at me.

“Can I taste you?” Mikasa asked, gently rubbing my thighs. I nodded, slowly opening my legs to give her access. She grunted, seeing my pussy glisten. She leaned down, I felt her breath so close to my pussy. Closing the distance, she landed a soft kiss to my clit, as a soft moan went past my lips.

Softly sucking and kissing my clit, she entered two fingers in me, caressing the rough bumpy spot. Minutes passed and I let out more moans as Mikasa kept flicking my clit with her tongue and rapidly pressing my g-spot. “Wa-wait, I might-” I whimpered, feeling the pressure in my bladder. I looked down to see her looking up at me through her lashes. Her fingers still torturing me and her mouth latched onto my clit.

“Shit, Mikasa. I-I’m gonna make a mess,” I groaned, one hand traveling towards her head to gently pull her off, avoiding the urge to cum right then and there. She saw my resistance, smirking and flicked her tongue faster. My hand went back down onto the bed, grasping the sheets. She chuckled as she saw me squirming around, my legs coming in closer around her head. My walls clenched around her fingers, and she groaned.

A few seconds later, I squirted all over her fingers, whimpering as Mikasa kept going. More juices squirting out as she kept hitting the g-spot and flicking my clit. “Let it all out baby,” Mikasa cooed. I let out shrieks and gasps, coming down from high.

Gasping and trying to collect my thoughts, I laid on the bed, sprawled out. Sweat coated my body, and I could tell the sheets were soaked. Mikasa got up from between my thighs and came up to my neck, giving it a kiss. “Say ahhh,” Mikasa spoke softly. I hesitantly opened my mouth, and Mikasa shoved her fingers into my mouth. I moaned around her fingers, and she shoved them further down my throat, making me gag.

She leaned in closer, and I then saw her chin glistening from the mess I made. Fuck. She came towards my ear and whispered, “You know, I never knew you could be this filthy, princess.” I whined while sucking her fingers harshly. She groaned, pulling her fingers out of my mouth, a string of saliva connecting my lip and the tip of her finger. “Fuck,” She muttered, gazing at me with dark eyes.

“Mikasa....” I called in a soft voice, “please sit on my face.” She looked taken aback, peering at me with wide eyes. “Please,” I begged, grabbing her thighs. Mikasa nodded, gradually setting her thighs beside my face, her cunt fully displayed. “You sure? You don’t have to—” Mikasa was interrupted when I pulled her down onto my face, mouth exploring every inch of her precious pussy.

Moans and whines filled the room, but this time it was Mikasa’s. She grunted, tugging my hair, as I alternated fucking her hole and circling her clit with my tongue. I felt her cunt drip down to my cheeks, and I held her hips tighter. Minutes passed and Mikasa’s moans got louder, and her pussy throbbed against my tongue.

“Fuck I’m close,” she whimpered, moving her hips against my mouth. I looked up with dark eyes, her face flushed and her hair stuck to her forehead from the sweat. I continued my movements, eager to have her cum. Her legs started shaking, louder gasps and groans flowed from her mouth. And eventually, she came onto my mouth, hips stuttering and rapid breathing.

She slowly got off, as I licked my lips and stared at her with a goofy grin. “Was it okay?” I asked, as she laid next to me. She turned to look at me, chuckling softly. “I loved it, I love you,” she whispered, bring her arms to hug me. I smiled, hugging her back, “ I love you, too.” Our breasts pressed together, but it wasn’t sexual, it felt comforting. “Hey, Mikasa,” I said, “will you be my girlfriend?”

She chuckled and rested her head on my chest

“of course.”

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Hi, um I’m kind of new. I have been reading ffcs for a long time, and I just thought of making one because I’ve been thinking about Mikasa 24:7.... lmfao yeaaa

Also, I don’t even know how this app works, so I’m trying lmfao

#mikasa aot #mikasa x reader #mikasa smut #aot smut #attack on titan #mikasa ackerman #shingeki no kyojin mikasa #mikasa fanfiction #anime

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starlightxsvt · 4 years

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Hellion

pairing: Jeonghan x female reader

genre: fluff, suggestive, idk what this is

warnings: cursing

word count: around 1.5k

A/N: Firstly, happy birthday to the Jeonghan, our con man. I know I'm a day late so forgive me for that. Secondly, I've no idea what the hell I wrote. I've cancelled two other drafts I wrote for his birthday cause none of them were coming together and in the end I've decided to post this shit. Anyway, your feedback would be really appreciated in this mess of a story :').

"What's Jeonghan doing here?" You hiss to Mingyu who has a hard time prying his eyes off of Chaeyeon. "I invited him. I never thought he'd actually come. I'm surprised too." He replies.

"Wha- why would you invite Jeonghan to my birthday party!" You glare at him to which he rolls his eyes, "Come on now, he's in our friend group. And college is almost over. You don't know when you'll see him again. Ogle him while he's still here." He smirks.

"What did you just s-"

"Oh come on, don't act like I don't know that he's your secret crush. Maybe make up with him and if you're lucky you'll get some good dick as a birthday present." Mingyu chuckles at your open mouth before scurrying away to avoid your wrath. You glare at his retreating figure before inhaling sharply. And before you can stop yourself, you start to look for him.

You spot Jeonghan at the large porch in the back of Mingyu's house, sitting in one of the porch seats while sipping beer. He looks dashing as always, his black hair messy, his pale skin glowing in the moonlight, his cheekbones getting a prominent shine. You sigh.

Jeonghan was an exhausting person to be around and maybe, he'd say the same for you. You've known him since highschool and after a particular incident of him spilling his banana milk all over your brand new scarf, you decided to call it war. To this day you believe that he did it on purpose because you told your homeroom teacher that he slept during his class.

After that it was like an unspoken rule- you two would bicker whenever you were in the same space. It only infuriated you that he was so good looking, smart, famous and the fact that you had some feelings developing for him. Each time you saw him with a girl you'd feel a bitter feeling all over and you could only hope that those feelings would pass over time. But no they didn't, they only grew- the small branches had formed a tree now, the roots planted deep in your heart.

"How long are you going to stand there and stare at me?" Jeonghan calls, without turning behind. You clear your throat before walking to him, "Didn't expect to see you here, fuck face."

"Can you not call me names for a day please? You're just jealous I'm good looking." He remarks drowning the can of beer.

You snort, "Haha. You wish, loser." You plop down beside him. "I see you've finished quite a few cans. What's up? Got ditched?" You poke him.

"What do you care?"

"You're ruining the mood here with all these sad aura around you. Go drink your sorrows away somewhere else, this is my party."

"Yet you are sitting with me and my sad auras."

"I came to tell you that," you scoff, crossing your arms over.

"Parties are not your thing, I know. And Mingyu wasn't shy on inviting people. It feels more like his birthday than yours." Jeonghan comments, still staring ahead. His words are true and they infuriate you. You can't help but get defensive, "What do you know, sad boy? I'm enjoying myself just fine."

"And yet you are sitting with me and-"

"Stop saying that, will you!" You snap. Jeonghan chuckles before looking at you. He unabashedly eyes you up and down, heating your cheeks up in the process.

"Nice dress," he murmurs. His words catch you off guard and you glare at him, "Stop staring at me, pervert."

"You were staring at me earlier."

"Seriously? Can you stop for one goddamn second?"

"You're the one who started it."

"That's it. I shouldn't have come here," you stand up to leave but to your utter surprise Jeonghan grabs your hand, sending your heart to a frenzy. "Wait."

You swallow nervously, heart thudding loudly in your chest as Jeonghan lets go of your hand and meets your eyes, "Sit down, I've a gift for you."

You frown, "You have a gift for me?" Jeonghan nods before sitting straight, setting down his can. "Before that, I need you to know something."

"W-what?"

"I really didn't spill my milk all over you intentionally that day." He meets your eyes.

You can't help but laugh out loud partially because he's still concerned about that and partially because you believe he's lying.

"Listen here, sad boy, I've put that well past me. And I know for a fact you did it on purpose so don't-"

"You didn't, ___. We've been fighting over that for our whole goddamn lives. And no, I'm not lying. I've no reason to. I never cared if you told our teacher shit or not." His chocolate orbs bore into yours and you swallow. The air surrounding you suddenly becomes thick and you start to feel jittery and maybe a slight amount of guilt. Is he really speaking the truth?

"W-whatever, I don't care anymore." You say, sitting down gently beside him.

"And yet you still hold a grudge against me," Jeonghan sighs. "Besides you're not even fun to fight with."

"What did you say?"

He laughs, his eyes forming crescents and the sweet melody echoing in the air. You quickly look away before he catches you staring, "I don't have all day. Where's my gift?"

"Yeah, right." From beside him he produces a bag that you didn't notice before. He hands it to you and you tentatively peek in, half expecting a bug to jump out.

To your utter surprise, a scarf that looks identical to the one he ruined lies there. A small gasp leaves your mouth.

"I bought it that day after I stained yours. I was going to give this to you as an apology but dear lord, you were on my ass the second I got to class next day." Jeonghan speaks and a blush coats your cheek leaving you feel vulnerable all of a sudden.

"I don't know what to say," You whisper more to yourself. Jeonghan chuckles, "I know, you're touched. It's okay, we're even finally."

You bite your lip and exhale loudly before meeting his eyes, "Thanks." Jeonghan moves his hand in a dismissive wave. "I thought I'd finally give it you, call it a truce. We'll probably never see each other again after this month and I wanted to depart on good terms."

Your throat constricts, an overwhelming sadness enveloping you. He's right, you two would probably never see each other again. His dad owns a huge business and he'd probably go abroad to manage it.

"You're right, let's call it a truce," you whisper staring at the scarf in your lap.

"Come on now, don't look so sad, sad girl," Jeonghan teases you and you roll your eyes. He's still the same.

He hands you a beer, "Have a drink with me to sign the truce." You quietly laugh, taking the can from him. You two share a comfortable silence, staring at the night sky, the music from the party fading into the background until Jeonghan decides to break it.

"I know you like me, ___." The words slip past his lips like it's the most casual thing ever. You choke on your beer before looking at him eyes wide like saucers, "W-what!"

Jeonghan slightly turns to face you, his features calm, "You don't have to act. I've known all along."

Oh. My. God.

Heat spreads all over your face like wildfire. Your first thought is that Mingyu told him. You chew your lip as you see no way out. "W-who told you?" You squeak.

"I've figured it out myself," He says nonchalantly, resting his head on his hand as you stares at you.

"You-you did?"

"Mhmm."

You fumble with the hem of your dress before murmuring out, "I-I should get going." You need to escape him. Forever.

But Jeonghan isn't done. He casually goes on, "I've always thought you were pretty. Even when you get red after losing an argument." You blush furiously as your palms sweat.

"You know I really had no intention of picking a fight with you but you...you were so desperate to bring me down. You always speak too much and I often think about the many ways I could shut your loud mouth. Such a shame, we would've made a great couple."

Your face feels like it's on fire by now. You swallow before nervously laughing, "I s-see what you're doing here...You're trying to p-prank me, asshole."

Jeonghan runs a hand through his hair, sighing, "See? There you go again, running that damn mouth." Your lips press together as you clench your fists, thinking of a way out. In the blink of an eye Jeonghan scoots closer to you and leans in to capture your lips in a kiss.

A squeak leaves your mouth as Jeonghan tilts your head, cupping your cheek. You want to pull back, smack him, call him names but you can only moan as his mouth slots against yours perfectly. Your tongues clash as you grab a fistful of Jeonghan's shirt, moaning.

When you pull back for air, you're mortified, wanting to be swallowed up by the ground. Jeonghan is totally calm as he takes in your messy state licking his lips.

"Do you want to continue?"

"W-wh-what?"

"I said do you want to continue this? If you don't want to I'll leave. If you do then you're coming home with me. Which one is it gonna be, ___?"

You bite your lip. Oh my God. This can't be happening.

You grit your teeth as every ounce of your resolve disappears, "I...I want you."

The smile on Jeonghan's face is victorious, a smile you've seen million times before, a smile that makes you week in the knees. "Good girl." He says encasing your lips in another kiss before standing up holding out his hand. "Come along, sweetheart. I'm gonna ruin you for any other man. Even when it's morning you'll only be thinking about me," he whispers in your ear before tugging you out of the porch- your heart hammering in your chest as you squeeze the scarf on your hand.

Fuck, you owe Mingyu a fruit basket or some shit now.

A/N 2: Also, that video of Jeonghan exercising made me 🥵🥵 this man is so infurating. I was literally dehydrated from watching that video.

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timetoresurface · 4 years

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pick up the pace (1) / park seongwha

PART ONE // PART TWO

Summary: You weren’t the type to go to college parties, but somehow you ended up at the most notorious frat of your campus. They threw the wildest parties, and were known to be the hottest fuckboys. Somehow you ended up with a crappy vampire who took an interest in you.

Genre: fluffy college au Pairing: Reader x Seonghwa Word count: 10k ( I honestly never know when to stop, and I have another 10k ready, my god )

A/N: I know nobody has asked for this fic, but why would I let that stop me? It’s a very slow fluffy college au thingy which is in contrast with the title, because I really don’t know how to pick up the pace. (one of my favourite songs of drowners, if you’re interested)

act one: “you don’t need to be stressed!” okay but consider this: i am

You picked up your hair into your usual, lazy, bun with half your hair out. You grabbed a cup of ramen noodles and poured some water into it, placing it in the microwave. You just had morning classes that followed with your afternoon job at the coffee shop. You quickly changed into your sweats, not caring about your appearance. You began to eat your noodles when your roommate Sana walked in.

“Hey. How were your classes?” She asked you without any interest in her voice. She simply asked out of politeness. You guys were more roommates than friends, but it worked for both of you. She was more outgoing and didn’t really take school too seriously. You, on the other hand, were way too invested in your academics.

“It sucked.” You told her with a mouthful of hot noodles. Why did you always buy the spicy ones? You weren’t really a fan of spicy things, but you were an idiot.

“How come?” She asked you while taking off her shoes. She hummed softly to a melody you didn’t know. She was always making up melody’s wherever she went. You did like that about her. It fits with her carefree personality.

“Someone else is top of the class. Someone dethroned me, and I don’t even know who he is.” You explained to her, frustrated. You had been the best in your class ever since you started that class. That’s six months ago, why did Someone have to take your gold? Sound like a selfish guy.

“What’s his name?”

“The teacher didn’t want to give me his name because it would spark my unhealthy competitive side.” You told her while rolling your eyes. Your competitiveness was your most charming side, or at least that’s what you thought.

“How do you know it is a he?” She asked you.

“Mistake on her part, which she deeply regrets. There are more females in our class, and I can eliminate them all. How hard can it be to find that guy?” There was no way you were letting that guy win. It was your spot, and no one else deserved it, but you. You had worked your ass off to get an almost perfect score. And apparently almost perfect was still not enough to be the best.

“I will start my mission next Monday.” You told her determined. Usually, people would get scared when you flashed them your crazy eyes, but Sana had gotten used to this side of you.

“How was work?” She asked you again while rummaging through the fridge for some food. Both of you weren’t really cooks, so food had to be ordered in most of the time. You did have fruit in your fridge. You are kind of trying to be healthy, but most importantly, ready for summer.

“Terrible.” You sighed dramatically while falling on your shared sofa. You were one of the better actresses of your town. You did play the lead in one of your school plays, and it was the one with the best reviews. Not that you’re bragging or anything.

“Everything okay?” She asked you with concern laced through her words. Sometimes you were more like a therapist and patient than roommates. She was 90% of the time taking on the therapist role, and she did it incredibly good as a psychology major. Sometimes you thought she used you secretly as a subject for her class, but you never really asked her if it was true or not. You rather not know.

“Yeah.” You mumbled softly, disappearing in your favourite blanket. You searched for the tv-remote, but Sana quickly took it before you could even locate the thing.

“You sound like you need a night out.” She stated firmly while crossing her arms. She did this every month, trying to get you outside. You usually followed her, but you never really had any fun at her party’s. They were just too loud, and to be honest, drunk people scared the living shit out of you. One second they’re fresh and talking to you, and the next second they vomit all over the place. Drunk college boys were honestly the worst. You could deal with the girls, they were nice when they were drunk.

“I need a night to catch up on some school work.” You reasoned with her, but she eyed you suspiciously. Why were you getting comfortable on the couch when you were planning to catch up on some homework? She always sees through your lazy ass.

“It’s Friday?” She asked you loudly while simultaneously pulling the blanket from your body. You glared at her, but you didn’t protest. There is no way you can fight her in this state. She’s a strong-willed person, and you were far too weak today. She knew when to fight her battles.

“Yes, it is. I respect you for knowing what day it is.” You deadpanned. Maybe she would leave you alone if you were a little bit more annoying than usual. It had never really worked.

“You’re young. You should be going out on a Friday night.” She said while throwing her arms in the air in disbelief. Or that was what she intended to do, you think. She wasn’t as great of an actor as you were. It really showed from time to time. You need to believe in your dramatics. The first rule of acting club.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because you’re young?” She stated uncertain, her confident front wavering.

“You already said that.” You had no intention to let her win easily. She would win you over eventually, but where is the fun in agreeing immediately? For all you knew, she could finally back down and let you live your fat ass in your favourite spot.

“Because you deserve some fun.” She finally said after gathering her thoughts. And you actually agreed with her, that’s why you were ready to binge-watch something on Netflix. That’s something fun you deserved.

“I don’t really think parties are fun.” You told her honestly, but she did already know that information. Once she had forced you to go to a party where you ended up being kissed against your permission, and Someone had thrown up. It was the same guy. It most definitely wasn’t the best night of your life.

“It’s a small gathering.” She told you with pleading eyes. She knew you were not immune to her puppy eyes, and she liked to use is from time to time. She barely used it, so you knew tonight meant something important to her. Sometimes you’d like to be more friends than roommates.

“I know when you’re lying. We’ve been roommates for far too long.” You told her while getting out of your spot to throw away your leftover food.

“No honestly, it’s going to be small. Last week was wild enough.” She explained while following you into the kitchen.

“Define small?” You asked her with arms crossed.

“Just my friend group with a few extras like you.” She told you with a big smile. She noticed you weren’t really putting up a fight anymore, meaning you’d probably agree to whatever she had planned.

“That actually sounds nice. You know I don’t like big parties where I can’t dance freely.” You nodded your head, pretending to be rooted in thought when you had already agreed internally.

“They will provide an extra dancing space just for you.” She told you happily, taking your arms to start dancing. You let her.

“Interesting.” You told her while moving a little to an imaginary beat as there was no music playing. You did like to dance at small gatherings.

“You need to dress up.” She finally said after both of you danced freely for a couple of minutes. Sana is not really a dancer, but she was pretty so she didn’t really need to be able to dance.

“As what?” You asked her. She did get your attention with her final sentence. party’s where you had to dress up were the best in your opinion. No one knew you, and no one would bother you. You could just drink and dance in your reserved dancing spot.

“Something Halloween related.” She shrugged her shoulders, not really caring that it was a Halloween themed party in spring.

“Halloween? It’s may? Isn’t that a bit too late?” You asked her in disbelief.

“Or too early. It depends on what your view on life is.” she shrugged again, and you couldn’t believe why she was so indifferent.

“Why Halloween? I don’t really have anything scary hanging in my closet.” You pouted softly. It would have been nice if she had given you a heads up.

“I’m just going as a cat. You don’t have to put too much effort into your costume.” She tried to comfort you, but she had to know you better by now. You liked to plan ahead, and you wanted to plan your costumes. You were a simple kind of girl.

“But that’s the fun part.” You dramatically stated, slapping your hand against your head as a special effect.

“You’ll find something. Be ready in half an hour.” She ignored your dramatics.

“But I still have to shower.” You yelled at her while she was walking toward her room to get ready.

“Better make use of these minutes you’re wasting by standing in the kitchen.” She laughed before slamming the door.

“You’re cruel.” You whispered while walking past her room to get your things.

“That I am.” She yelled, and both of you laughed. She did have a good hearing. She could’ve been a music major, but unfortunately for her did she have controlling parents who hated everything that was related to art.

act two: i have feelings for u. not telling u which ones.

“I’ve got to say you do work better with a time limit.” Your roommate said when she saw your costume. It was nothing too extravagant, but it was all you could do in such a short period. “But I’ve got to ask you, why are you doing your make-up when your face will be covered?” She asked you while tilting her head, trying to figure you out.

“If it gets too hot underneath my blanket, I still want to look presentable.” You told her matter of factly. Your costume was just a white blanket you had found in your closet. You had cut out a face, and voila. You’re a ghost.

“Smart.” She said while putting on her shoes. Sana looked incredibly good, and her outfit told you it was going to be more party-minded than small gathering. It didn’t really matter anymore as you were almost ready to go. Sana had on a black dress that showed of everything she got to offer without it being slutty. She didn’t have a tail, but she did put on cat ears and painted her face to match the look.

“You look good.” You complimented her when you finished your make-up. She blushed slightly, and you thought it was cute. She really wanted to look good for Someone, and you were going to figure out who it was. Sana doesn’t do dating or pining for a guy. This must be a first.

“You look incredible yourself.” She said when you were examining yourself in the mirror. You did look good. You also wore a simple black dress, but not as tight fitted as Sana’s. Yours was more the casual kind with a little twist. When you put on your blanket, it did look like you weren’t really wearing anything underneath, but it didn’t bother you. Sana had on high heels, but you weren’t that kind of girl. You did like heels, but you were a messy drunk, and you didn’t want to break your legs. You opted for simple white sneakers that matched your ghostly outfit.

“We do look good.” You said out loud while exiting your apartment. Sana laughed softly while she was sipping from a cheap bottle of wine.

“Can I also have some?” You asked her uncertain. She didn’t really like to share her drinks. Not that you minded as you usually don’t try to drink too much when going out.

“You’re drinking tonight?” She asked you worried.

“Yes, otherwise I’ll start thinking.” You explained to her, and she handed you the bottle. You took the bottle in both your hands and downed half the bottle in one go.

“I’m not carrying you home tonight.”

“I also don’t want you to carry me. I still have the bruise from last month when you decided to bridal style me.” You giggled already feeling the alcohol in your system.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page.” She told you while putting her arm over your shoulders. “You’re going to be the cutest ghost at the party.”

“You’re going to be the cutest cat at the party.”

“I was going for sexy, but I’ll take it.”

The party was located just a little bit further away from your apartment. It was a frat house where all Sana’s friends were in. It was a shame it was only for boys; otherwise, Sana had already moved out of your shared apartment. When you arrived at the party, you were surprised that there was a line outside. It might have been one of the weirdest things you had ever seen. The sun was softly setting while a line of dressed-up cats and vampires were waiting outside a white picket fence house.

“Sana! You made it.” San screamed, storming out of the house while wearing a tiger suit. Not very Halloween related, but he did look good in the onesie. Who were you kidding? He did look good in everything and anything. It’s unfair, really.

“Of course. Did you ever doubt me?” Sana smiled at San before hugging him.

“No, but I doubted Y/N.” San spoke, hugging you. You did like the fact he recognized you through your ridiculous blanket. You were flattered.

“It has been five weeks, so I thought it was a good time to show my face again.” You joked, letting him go before it got too awkward for a friendly hug.

“Have you been drinking?” He asked you while eying the two of you suspiciously. You looked Sana in the eyes before confirming his suspicion.

“I’ll make you your favourite drink,” San told you while putting his arm over your shoulder, letting you inside. You felt the stares of some people on your back. Why was the hottest frat guy letting a ghost inside when there was a huge line waiting outside? A line filled with sexy cats.

“So, what’s going on?” San asked you while handing you a drink he had just mixed. It was a simple vodka orange, but you really liked the drink. You loved it when San made one for you. You loved it that he remembered what you wanted.

“Nothing much.” You told him honestly. You wanted to shrug your shoulders but didn’t want to seem too pathetic. You did enjoy your life, maybe not to the fullest, but you did do fun stuff.

“Life is more than just existing, you know?” He told you. His eyes were scanning the crowd, and you felt him leaving you. This always happened when you went to these parties. He would be sweet and all over you at first, but when he noticed some fresh meat in his house, he would bolt. Not that anything was going on between the two of you, but you would like for something to be going on.

“You sound like Sana.” You laughed, trying to get his attention back. Maybe you should’ve dressed up as a sexy vampire too. Perhaps he wouldn’t be scanning the crowd but examining your body.

“Maybe you should listen to her.” He told you after taking a long sip of whatever he was drinking. He liked his liquor strong, so it was probably something that should be mixed with a soft drink.

“What’s up in your life?” You asked him softly. You hated how insecure you sounded when San was near.

“We’ve been busy organizing this party, and I’ve been studying.” He told you, finally making eye contact.

“You? Studying?” You asked him with a shocked expression, hiding the blush that was showing in your cheeks.

“Don’t be so surprised. I do study from time to time. I don’t want to be here forever.” He explained after taking another long sip from his cup. Something was going on with him tonight. He’s usually not drinking as much as he was doing now. He did plan this party, and when you organize something you probably shouldn’t be getting drunk.

“That’s not what you said three parties ago.” You joked.

“People change.” He commented, and boy did you hope he could change and recognize your potential. His eyes were fixed on other people again, a very very sexy vampire to be more correct.

“They can change their habits, but you can not change your core.” You told him, trying to hide your disappointment. Maybe you should give up on San, and try to find a guy yourself in this place. But how could you when San looked so adorable in his tiger suit.

“That’s depressing.” He said monotonously. His head had already left your conversation, but his body was still present.

“I’m a ghost. I’ve seen things, you know.” You tried to lighten the mood, but San wasn’t having it.

“I’m going to look around. See if people are not breaking our stuff.”

“Catch you later.” You told him while he was already out of earshot. He made a straight line to above mentioned sexy vampire, and you had to look away. It wasn’t always like this, you know. There was a time where you and San were kind of best friends. He would study with you in the library. Well, you studied while he was playing games. There was a time where you both went out for dinner and roamed the streets looking for something to do. And suddenly it all changed. He started to ignore you, but he always had an excuse, though. It’s around the same time where he began to fuck his way around campus, making him the number one single guy that girls wanted to tame. But you can’t really tame a tiger. You can change some of its habits, and you can learn it some tricks, but it will never lose its instinct.

You quickly drowned your drink before making your way to the dance floor. There weren’t a lot of people dancing, but that’s how you like your dance floors. You love them to be empty, so you had space to move. You liked the fact that if you simply enjoyed yourself, other people also wanted to dance to get to your level of happiness. You started to make your way to the dance floor when Sana stopped you.

“Y/N! There you are.” She yelled, already looking a bit too tipsy.

“Here I am.” You stated dryly because you really wanted to dance. You weren’t in the mood for talking.

“Please dance with me. The guy I like is here, and I want to show him what he’s missing.” She was slightly slurring, but it did make her look cute. It’s like everything in the world. If it was a bad look on anyone else, Sana made it work for her. She had this gift.

“You like someone?” You asked her with shock written all over your face. Sana doesn’t do dating. She does guys.

“Now is not the time for an explanation. Be my wing woman, please.” She begged you while dragging you to the open space. You followed her and started to dance. You threw your hands in the air and started to shake your whole body to the beat. You almost forgot Sana was dancing right beside you, but she was way too obvious. Her eyes were constantly scanning the crowd while she forgot to move to the rhythm.

“Don’t be so obvious. Dance with me.” You whispered into her ear. You took hold of her hands and spun her around. She quickly forgot her worries and started to have fun with you. It only lasted for a couple of minutes before a guy made his way over to her. He had also brought a friend, but he didn’t really want to be here. You were actually quite sure he didn’t want to be here in this room. His friend was dancing, but he remained still. He did look good, but it was the kind of good-looking where he knew he was handsome.

Sana and the fun guy started to dance together, leaving you alone with the statue. You tried not to care too much, but he was bringing down your vibe. But you couldn’t just go, you had promised to be Sana’s wing woman, and once you take an oath, you stick it out to the end. Or that’s what Rihanna says, and you always listen to Rihanna.

“I’m Seonghwa.” The statue suddenly introduced himself to you.

“Okay.” You told him trying to get into the rhythm of the music.

“What’s your name.” He asked you, still not moving to the beat.

“Casper, the friendly ghost.” The only reason you stayed in his orbit was so Sana could have some alone time with her man.

“That’s a long name, and strangely related to your outfit.” He told you, but he didn’t seem amused. He didn’t really look like the type to smile. He looked more the brooding kind of person. Sitting in a dark room while plotting to kill his worst enemy.

“You’re not even wearing an outfit.” You told him, eying him from his face to his feet, trying to understand the situation. He did have a beautiful body. He was dressed in all black, and you did like your guys to be covered in skinny jeans and leather jackets.

“I have teeth to match the black outfit.” He told you. He must think the only remarkable feature of a vampire was the teeth.

“I still don’t know what you’re supposed to be.” You played dumb.

“A vampire.” He told you, rolling his eyes in the process.

“Okay.” You told him trying to get into the rhythm of the music, again. It’s like he sucked all the fun out of the room with just his presence. There weren’t a lot of people who could do that, but he was the star.

“I’m getting a drink, would you like one?” He asked you after a couple minutes of silence. You quickly nodded your head, but he didn’t seem satisfied.

“What would you like?” He asked you annoyed. Since when do people ask what the other wants to drink. Just get them something. We’re all just trying to get drunk here.

“Anything is fine.” You told him, turning your back to him so you could finally start enjoying the music. You looked for Sana, but she was nowhere to be seen. Good for her, you thought. You did feel a little left out as all the girls were wearing something pretty, and you were covered in a blanket. Maybe you should stop caring what other people think, and finally enjoy yourself. You really did hate parties. They always made you feel like you weren’t part of anything.

Finally, you were dancing. You were shaking your body while laughing, and it felt like you were all alone in the room. But the right kind of alone, where you’re satisfied with purely existing. That existing did get you worked up, and the blanket was soon too much for you to handle. You quickly threw the white sheet of your head and wrapped it around your waist. It felt like you could finally breathe. You wanted it to be like the smell of the air after rain, but it smelled like sweat and alcohol. Still, it was better than suffocating under your costume.

Suddenly you felt some hands snaking around your waist, but you didn’t need to look up to know who it was. When San had a bit too much to drink, he would always come dancing with you. His hands would always find their way to your body, and you didn’t mind at all.

“You look really pretty tonight,” San whispered into your ear, leaving goosebumps all over your body. You turned around and were met with his hungry eyes. He’s never really showed you this side of him, but you were intrigued.

“I’m sorry. Here’s your drink.” Seonghwa interrupted the moment. If you didn’t hate him already, you certainly did now. Why did he have to ruin such a perfect moment? San’s eyes quickly lit up when they landed on Seonghwa, and you couldn’t understand why?

“Hi, Seonghwa,” San said happily. You didn’t know they actually knew each other, but apparently, they did. San knows everybody, and everybody knows San. That’s the golden rule of this place.

“Thanks.” You said before taking the drink that was offered to you. It was vodka mixed with something, and you were actually impressed he didn’t bring you beer or wine.

“If you don’t like it the kitchen is over there,” Seonghwa told you while pointing towards the designated drink station. San laughed beside you, but you simply glared at him.

“I know. I’ve been here before.” You told him firmly. Who the hell was he?

“You have?” Seonghwa asked, not even trying to hide his shocked expression.

“It has been a while since you were here.” San entered the conversation, but you didn’t listen to him. Seonghwa has gotten under your skin, and you weren’t the type to back down.

“Surprised?” You turned your body to Seonghwa while asking him.

“I would’ve recognized you if you were regular.” He simply stated, taking a sip from his red cup. There was a sparkle in his eyes and boy, did you hate that mischievous sparkle.

“Is that a compliment?” You asked him, eying him suspiciously. What was he trying to get out of this situation? He seemed to be rooted in thought, and it didn’t make him look smart if he had to think this long for such a simple question.

“You can take it as a compliment.” He finally said after a few seconds of silence. San was silently examining the two of you, but you were too busy to examine his expression. You simply scoffed at Seonghwa’s answer and made your way to the kitchen. His eyes followed you as you had hoped. You remained eye contact when you drained the whole drink in the sink. A small smile appeared on his face, and it did make him look 100% more attractive, but you tried to ignore it.

“Why are you pouring out a perfectly good drink?” Someone asked you, and you recognized it to be one of Sana’s friends. You think his name was Yunho, but you weren’t sure.

“It wasn’t my taste.” You simply told him while pouring yourself a new drink.

“Always a troublemaker.” He grinned. You silently took a sip of your drink while Yunho was eying you. Both of you stood there for a couple of minutes before Seonghwa made his way over to the kitchen.

“You should’ve told me you what you wanted.” He whispered into your ear, sending shivers over your body. You didn’t like the fact that he was having an effect on you.

“Seonghwa. I didn’t think you would still be here. You usually bolt when the house is full.” Yunho exclaimed in surprise when Seonghwa was done annoying you.

“I feel like staying a little longer tonight,” Seonghwa said with his eyes locked on you.

“You guys want to dance?” Yunho asked both of you while softly moving out of the kitchen. You quickly nodded your head before following him. Yunho was a great dancer, and like you, didn’t really mind acting a bit weird on the dance floor. You felt Someone’s hands on your waist the moment you started dancing, but you didn’t care, thinking it was San again. After a couple of minutes, you noticed San kissing Someone else on the other side of the room, and you quickly turned around. In the end, sexy vampires always won.

“You.” You stated with venom in your voice. Seonghwa just shrugged, and kept his hands on your body, guiding you through the rhythm. He was actually a good dancer, and you were impressed. Why couldn’t he dance like this when you first met?

“I don’t mind making him jealous,” Seonghwa whispered into your ear, still moving your body with his hands. You couldn’t move on your own. Seeing San kiss somebody else always hurt. It wasn’t the first time you had seen it, but it still left a nasty taste in your mouth.

“What?” You asked Seonghwa.

“Use me to make San jealous. Isn’t that the guy you like?” He told you with his hand cupping your face.

“How?” You asked him, moving his hand off your face. It felt way too intimate with the way he looked at you. You barely knew the guy.

“You’re not very subtle.” He laughed softly, turning you around in his arms. Your back was now pressed against him while he kept moving your body to the beat.

“What?” You asked him, moving your head to look up at him.

“You’re eyes light up when he’s near.” He explained in your ear, leaving you breathless for a moment.

“You’ve known me for five minutes, and you think you can read me?” You asked him, shocked. Who was he to understand your feelings? Even Sana didn’t know about your little unhealthy crush on the fine young man she called her friend.

“If you don’t want to use me, that’s fine.” Seonghwa said while removing his hands from your body. You immediately missed the warmth and turned around to face him again.

“No.” You said quickly, putting his hands on your waist again. This time you placed your hands around his neck and moved your body close enough for him to feel every curve.

“That’s more like it.” His low voice was very close to your ear, surprising you. You looked at him, but he was already looking at you. His eyes softened a little bit, but you felt his hands scanning your body. Surprisingly, you didn’t mind Seonghwa touching you. It was oddly comforting and oddly familiar.

“San is fucking weird for not wanting you. If a girl like you looked at me like that, I would do everything in my power to make her happy.” He said after dancing to a couple of songs. To be honest, you didn’t care what music they were playing. You were so lost in the presence of Seonghwa, you didn’t mind moving wrongly to the beat.

“Is this a confession, Seonghwa?” You asked him softly while your hands were locked in his dark black hair. The moment you touched his hair, you didn’t want to let go. It was so soft, and this combined with his smell, made you lose a sense of what to do in situations like this.

“Don’t flatter yourself too much.” He whispered into your ear, breaking eye contact. His lips softly brushed against your skin, leaving you shuddering in want. “But I think this is working.” He said while is hands started to explore your body again. He was close to your ass but seemed to hold himself back. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He might seem a bit straightforward, but he didn’t want to make you feel awkward. He didn’t want to use you, and you felt grateful.

“Thank you.” You whispered into his ear, and you felt him tensing up beneath you. He quickly tore his body of you, leaving you confused.

“I’ll see you around.” He told you before leaving you alone on the dance floor, confused. Why did he go so suddenly? You were actually having fun with him. Did he really spend time with you just to make San jealous? Wasn’t he enjoying himself while dancing with you?

act three: *pats my own shoulder* it’s gonna be okay dumb bitch

“You’re home late.” You said when Sana entered your shared apartment the next morning. You couldn’t sleep due to alcohol and a boy named Seonghwa, so you were up early. “Or early. It kind of depends on your perspective.” You laughed when you saw her shocked expression. Her make-up was gone, and she had her shoes in hand. She looked like the definition of a walk of shame.

“Before you judge me. I didn��t do anything sexual. We actually talked all night and fell asleep. Wooyoung is a real gentleman.” She stated, trying to defend herself. Which she has never really done before. Usually, she would tell you about the guy’s penis and if he could work with it or not.

“You still kissed him as your lipstick is smudged.” You laughed. She went to sit next to you on the couch while holding your hand. She had a lovesick look on her face, and it looked adorable on her. Any other girl would seem a bit pathetic, but as always Sana made it work.

“It wasn’t a sexual kiss. It was a passionate yet soft kiss.” She explained while hearts were flying out of her eyes. She was in love, and she couldn’t hide it any longer.

“You’re living the romantic comedy life. I’ve never seen you so soft.”

“Don’t get used to it.” She stated before walking to the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts again. Your thoughts consisted of San kissing Someone else passionately, and Seonghwa leaving you alone on the dance floor when things were finally starting. He said it had worked to make San jealous, but you hadn’t seen San afterwards. He probably went to fuck that sexy vampire, so Seonghwa’s little game hadn’t worked in your opinion.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Sana asked coming out of the bathroom, freshly washed in her pink pyjamas.

“Nothing.” You told her trying to hide the blush that crept over your face.

“Is it maybe the guy from last night?” She tried again, and you couldn’t hide your blush anymore.

“Do you know him?” You asked her uncertain. You never really talked about guys with Sana. She told you her stories, but you never really did.

“Seonghwa? Everyone knows him.” She told you, turning on the tv.

“That doesn’t sound good.” You told her trying to get more comfortable under your blanket. Sana put on something random about blind dating on Netflix, but you weren’t really paying attention.

“He’s a nice guy. He’s in the frat, but not really party-minded.” She told you, and you simply hummed in acknowledgement. That’s something you had already figured out.

“I’m sorry if he bothered you,” Sana told you apologetically, but you quickly shook your head.

“It’s fine. It did give you some alone time with Wooyoung.” You told her finally looking at her, and you noticed her already looking at you. She was studying your face, but you put on your best poker face.

“And I’m really thankful.” She told you before returning her attention to the large television.

“He’s actually quite a playboy. Don’t worry too much about the things he might have said.” She started the conversation again you so desperately wanted to drop.

“He seemed like an asshole.” You told her earnestly.

“Really?” She asked you, but you simply nodded your head again. She didn’t seem to know what to say after your remark.

“I don’t want to go to work.” You told Sana after watching two episodes of the dating program. It had drained all the energy out of your body, and both of you hated the program, but couldn’t stop watching. That’s the problem with reality TV, but also the beauty of it. You could forget everything for a moment while you watched a TV show that reduced the cells in your brain.

“Don’t go.”

“I need the money to afford this apartment.” You whined before getting up from the comfortable couch. “Don’t you dare watch the other episodes without me.” You told her on your way to the bathroom to freshen up.

“I wouldn’t dare.” She laughed while continuing to watch the episode you told her not to watch without you. You didn’t really mind, though. You would’ve watched without her too if she was the one leaving.

“What can I get you?” You asked the customer before you. He seemed to be in deep thought, but you were used to it. The place you worked had the weirdest coffee names in history, and people always took five minutes before deciding witch poison they would like.

“I’d like a venomous teaser.” The customer told you uncertain, and you knew he wouldn’t be coming here again. Some people loved the weird names, and others would just like to order an americano without having to call it something else.

“Coming right up.” You told him in your fake customer voice. He did seem to relax a bit more by your kindness.

“Venomous teaser.” You called out, and the guy quickly took the drink you offered him and bolted straight through the door. You were left alone in the shop as there were no other employees or customers.

At first, you hated being alone in a shop that wasn’t yours, but you grew to like it. You could choose the music. You could sing and dance to your heart’s delight. It was actually quite freeing. This could only happen on Saturday morning shifts as this was the moment no one really came in for a cup of coffee. Most students on campus were sleeping or recovering from last night. Professors weren’t seen during the weekends, probably spending their free time with their families.

“Wow, you dance way better than you can sing.” Someone said out loud before entering the shop. You turned around, looking straight into the eyes of the main character of your thoughts.

“Hi San! What are you doing here?” You smiled. You always smiled when you saw San. He always looked good, and he always made you feel really good. Have you ever met someone who radiates warmth like the sun on a spring day? Well, to you, San was like a ray of sunshine, warming you up to your core.

“I wanted to surprise you.” He told you excitedly.

“What can I get you?” You asked him when he didn’t elaborate more. You also didn’t know what to say. San hasn’t visited you for over two months. Why did he so suddenly enter the coffeeshop now?

“Whatever you think is worthy for my tiny hangover.” He smiled while leaning on the counter. He was dressed in comfortable clothing, but to you, he still looked like he just came from the catwalk. He once received an offer to model for some unknown company, but he refused. He was shyer back then. If Someone asked him today, he would probably accept.

“Coming right up.” You told him while staring his drink. An iced coffee would be best for his upset stomach. Something that wasn’t too strong. He kept looking at you while you were making his drink, and you started to get uncomfortable.

“So, you and Seonghwa?” San suddenly asked you, and you couldn’t hide the shock on your face. Had he seen you dancing with Seonghwa? Had he seen that your hands were curled into his hair while dancing rather seductively.

“What about Seonghwa?” You asked him shyly. You couldn’t look him into the eyes. He could always see right through you after years of knowing each other.

“You seemed to like his presence.” He told you softly, and you couldn’t figure out what his issue was. Could he be jealous? Probably not. He’s not the type to get jealous, and you should’ve figured that out yesterday when Seonghwa suggested making San jealous.

“Not really. He’s kind of rude.” You told him honestly. Yes, you thought he was hot. That didn’t mean you thought highly of him. Your body and brain were two separate identities.

“I’ve known Seonghwa for a while now. He usually doesn’t talk to someone he doesn’t know for that long.” San explained his thought process.

“Oh, we were both the chosen wingmen for our friends. Sana and Wooyoung are courting each other.” You told San while finishing up his drink.

“Oh.” Was the only thing he said.

“Here’s your drink.” You gave him his iced coffee, but he didn’t seem to care about the drink.

“So, you don’t like him?” He asked you again, making you frustrated. Why did he suddenly care about your life?

“Why is this information so important to you?” You asked him with your annoyance barely hidden.

“Because you never like anyone.” He told you after taking a sip from the coffee.

“How do you know? You only see me at parties. You don’t know what I do and don’t do outside of these events.” You readily blamed him. The first weeks were hard when he decided to ditch you for one night stands, but after a while, you got used to it thanks to Sana. But you still felt a bit mad toward him, even though he hadn’t actually done anything wrong. Everyone had the right to decide who could play an active part in their life, and San had decided you weren’t good enough anymore. That’s life, but you would’ve liked an explanation.

“Is there anyone you like?” He asked you softly, trying to read your reaction. Luckily for you, you had mastered the art of the poker face.

“Again, why is this so important to you?” You asked him harshly. He dropped his shoulders before answering your question. He looked like a beaten dog, but you didn’t feel guilty.

“Can I not care about my best friend?” He told you softly, trying to maintain the eye contact you decided to avoid.

“We haven’t been best friends for months now.” You told him, turning your body to clean something imaginary. You heard him scoff before he left you alone. Maybe Seonghwa’s tactic had worked and did you actually make San jealous with your behaviour of last night.

act four: men are attractive only if they are completely and absolutely unattainable

Fuck. You were going to be late to class. You didn’t want the professor to think you were late due to not being the top of your class anymore. On the contrary, you wanted to show your dedication to the subject. You wanted to show her that you were way better than the other person that had dethroned you.

“Hold the door.” You yelled through the hallway. The student who wanted to close the door looked startled by your loud voice. He didn’t close the door, so you were incredibly thankful.

“Thank you so so so much.” You told him while entering the classroom. The class hadn’t started yet, but everyone seemed to be present. You hated being one of the last ones to enter as your usual spot would be taken. You didn’t like sitting in the back as you couldn’t see the screen very well, but you also hated being in front because you thought everyone was looking at you. You decided to take a seat at the front as not too many people were there. You didn’t want to be distracted by other people who didn’t take this class seriously. They would just scroll through tinder or Instagram without taking notes, and you didn’t really want to be associated with any of that.

“Look who we have here?” Someone spoke up when you had just finished taking out your iPad for note-taking. You turned around and were surprised to see Seonghwa. He wore the same kind of clothing like the last time you had seen him. Black and comfortable. He didn’t wear the vampire teeth today though.

“Seonghwa?” You asked, shocked. You had never seen the man in this class before. Well, you couldn’t really tell who was in your class, but you would’ve recognized Seonghwa. Or so you thought.

“Don’t be so surprised.” He said while taking the seat next to you. You felt everyone’s eyes on the two of you, but you tried to ignore it.

“What are you doing?” You asked him. A guy like him wasn’t the type of person to just sit casually next to you.

“I’m taking this seat.” He stated before taking out his laptop. He probably just used it for playing games instead of taking notes. You hoped he would at least be quietly playing.

“Why?” You asked him again. Some girls changed their seats to sit closer to Seonghwa, and your point was proven. Someone like Seonghwa doesn’t just sit next to someone like you. Suddenly the front rows were filled with more people.

“If you don’t want to sit next to me, just say so.” He told you not trying to hide his annoyance with you. Some people greeted him, but he seemed to ignore every one of his fangirls. Which they didn’t really take well.

“It’s fine.” You ended the conversation. The teacher had just entered, and you hated to miss a moment of class because of a rowdy neighbour.

“But please, keep your entourage quiet.” You ended the conversation.

“They’re not my friends.” He told you loudly, making some people turn their heads in surprise.

“Do they know?” You asked him softly, not trying to make more people notice the two of you talking.

“Some people just want attention, and my attention you have to earn.” He quickly explained while simultaneously taking notes.

“I didn’t do anything to earn your attention.” You remarked, which resulted in him giving you a small smile. Your competitiveness ass liked the fact he had given you a smile and a response and didn’t even glance at the other girls trying to get recognition.

“True. So be quiet. I’m trying to pay attention.” He told you, and you simply scoffed. You had asked him to be quiet first, but you couldn’t help but smile.

It was challenging to listen to the teachers’ words when Seonghwa’s hands were distracting you. He kept typing on his laptop, and you quickly learned he was actually writing everything down what the teacher had said. He even added some remarks of himself. You were surprised to learn that Seonghwa was actually a good student. He lived in a frat house that threw the wildest parties on campus. He was apparently known as a semi fuck boy. And he wasn’t really nice at all. So yes, you were surprised he actually went to class, let alone take excellent notes you would want to copy.

“Is there anything you need?” He asked you after you stared at his hands for the tenth time under an hour. His hands were a perfect representation of his handsomeness. He’s slim, muscular with an almost perfectly symmetrical face. Everyone seemed to love him, they seem to be drawn to him. You noticed it with your friend San at the party. You see it here in the auditorium, where everyone seems to hang on his every word, and reciprocating his smile. If he wanted he could have more friends than days in a year, but somehow he sat next to you. Somehow he had kept by your side at the party, not wanting to interact with anyone else.

“No.” You quickly recovered your thoughts, taking a look at your almost blank note app. You sighed and returned your attention to the teacher. Seonghwa stopped typing for a while, giving you some space to get into the zone of note-taking. You felt his eyes on you, but you barely noticed his intense stare.

Class was quickly over after you had found your rhythm again. You had ignored Seonghwa for the remainder and kept on taking notes like your life depended on it. It actually did, you really needed to be top of your class as this was the only lesson you could excel in. You needed to have an almost perfect average to get to your favourite internship.

“Have you talked to San?” Seonghwa asked you when you were putting all your stuff in your bag. You looked up at him in surprise. He was all packed and ready to go but waited for you to follow him.

“I’ve seen him.” You told him, speeding up your packing process.

“And?” He asked you again, waiting for a more juicy story, but there wasn’t really one.

“I don’t really know him anymore.” You confessed to him. Apparently, Seonghwa was the only one you could talk about this stuff. You didn’t want to burden Sana with your crush on one of her friends. You also didn’t know many people outside of the frat house, which made talking about San a bit awkward.

“Well, I do, and I can say he was most definitely jealous. He has asked me hundredth of questions about you. He has never been interested in the girls I’ve danced with.” Seonghwa explained to you, but you were more interested in his girls.

“Do you dance with other girls? I thought you only took them upstairs?” You asked him while winking at him. He looked amused by your behaviour, and he suddenly changed into a more relaxed person.

“I was polite. He’s never been interested in the girls I hook up with.” He laughed while remaining eye contact. You had left the auditorium, walking toward the exit of the building. You didn’t have any other classes today, but your shift would start in an hour. You didn’t know if Seonghwa still had classes, but you didn’t ask. Not wanting the moment to end. It was nice to talk to someone.

“Because we didn’t hook up.” You told him, pointing at the two of you while simultaneously shaking your head.

“I don’t think San knows that.” Seonghwa told you, holding open the door for you. You thanked him softly before making your way outside. He could be nice if he wanted to apparently.

“He was too busy shoving his tongue in another girl’s throat.” You said, stopping in front of the building you just exited.

“I think if we continue what we started last Friday, we can make him realize he actually likes you too.” Seonghwa told you, shoving his hands in his pockets. How his big hands could fit into the tiny pockets of his skinny jeans was beyond you.

“Why would you do that? What’s in it for you?” You asked him suspiciously. You mimicked his behaviour by hiding your hands in your hoodie.

“Maybe I could get rid of my fuck boy image.” He told you honestly, and you couldn’t hold in your laughter. Did he realize how ridiculous he sounded? A fuck boy could never get rid of his title.

“But you are a fuck boy.” You told him a matter of factly, and you thought you saw hurt crossing over his eyes, but he quickly covered it up.

“I’m actually not a fuck boy, thank you very much.” He told you defensively.

“What are you?” You asked him genuinely interested in his answer. Somehow you wanted to know more about the boy named Seonghwa. He’s just a walking contradiction, and not in a profound way. He just seemed to be someone who still hadn’t figured himself out. And that’s okay, not everyone knew what they wanted in life. Including you, but you felt like you were on a better track than Seonghwa.

“I always think I’m in love and realize too late that I’m actually not.” He told you while avoiding your eyes. It was weird to see Seonghwa so shy and vulnerable, but it did tickle your interest.

“Love isn’t for everyone, you know.” You told him softly. He looked up and his eyes connected with yours, both of you smiling. To other people, it might look like you two were something more than acquaintances.

“That’s depressing.” He finally said, hiding his smile, but he couldn’t fool you anymore.

“I never said I was good company.” You laughed while crossing your arms. You actually needed to go to your part-time job, but something was keeping you here. That thing being Seonghwa.

“I never thought you were.” He said so quickly you almost believed him, but the look in his eyes told you he was just teasing you. Or at least, you hoped.

“That hurts. I thought you wanted to date me.” You said while pretending to be hurt by his words. You pouted while glaring at him, but he seemed unfazed.

“Fake dating.” He emphasized.

“Potato, potato.” You shrugged. “As much as I like standing in front of buildings, I really need to go.” You told him while waving your hand, signalling you were leaving him.

“Wait.” He said a bit too loudly, making people turn their heads. You turned around, giving him a confused look.

“I’ll walk you.” He explained while walking up to you.

“You don’t have to.” You told him softly with blushing cheeks.

“If we’re going to fake date, we’ve got to make it believable.” He told you determinately.

“I actually don’t want to fake date.” You confessed silently, not wanting to hurt his feeling or anything. He seemed so pleased with the fake dating thing, but you really weren’t a fan.

“Am I not handsome enough for your high standards?” He joked, and your body finally relaxed. He didn’t seem like the type of person to push other people into doing something they were uncomfortable with.

“It’s not that, but I’ve read many stories and watched many movies. It’s never a good idea to fake date.” You explained.

“Are you scared you’ll fall in love with me?” He laughed while poking your side teasingly. You couldn’t control your laugh when his hands touched your side.

“I’m more scared that you’ll fall in love with me. You just confessed to me that you easily fall in love.” You told him when he had stopped attacking your sides.

“Touché.” He ended the conversation while maintaining his spot next to you. You were almost at the coffee shop you worked at, and you didn’t know what Seonghwa was going to do when you finally got to your destination.

“Let’s be friends.” He suddenly spoke up. You stopped walking and just stared at him. Why would Someone like him want to be friends with someone like you? Like you had stated before if he wished he could have more friends than days in a year.

“I don’t really take any applications at the moment, but I’ll consider if you’re worthy enough.” You told him, and you started walking again, leaving him behind. He quickly jogged to your side, not wanting to miss a moment of the conversation.

“How long will it take?” He asked you eagerly.

“Usually two to five business days.” You shrugged, keeping your cool.

“Is there a way to speed up the process?” His question caught you off guard. Why was he so determined to be your friend? What game was he playing?

“That’s something for you to figure out.” You told him, stopping in front of the coffee shop you worked at.

“Can I get a hint?” He pleaded with his eyes big and eager. You hadn’t seen him like this before, and your cold heart melted just a little bit.

“I trust you can do this on your own.” You told him while opening the door. He followed you inside. “My shift starts in a couple of minutes. Are you planning to help out?” You asked him abruptly.

“I could use a coffee.” He simply stated.

“You can order there.” You pointed at the right spot to order where your coworker was playing on her phone.

“I’ll wait until you start working.” He said, and you looked puzzled by his words. “It gives me some time to think about what I want.” He explained quickly. You nodded your head and made your way to the back room.

“Do you know Seonghwa?” The girl who’s shift was about to end asked you. You simply nodded your head, not wanting to draw too much attention to your blossoming friendship with the handsome man.

“Can you like introduce me to him? He’s just so damn dreamy.” She kept on talking while you were changing into your work clothes. You had never really spoken to her. Well, you had tried but she usually just ignored you. You didn’t really know what to do with this attention she was giving you.

“I don’t really know him that well, to be honest.” You confessed to her, but she didn’t want to take no for an answer.

“I just tried to get him to order with me, but he was waiting until you started working. You seem to know each other pretty well to me.” She spat.

“He probably just needs some time to think. We don’t have the most basic orders here.” You tried to fight yourself out of the awkward situation. You put on your cap and made your way to the bar. Seonghwa’s face lit up once he noticed you in your work outfit.

“Never wear a cap again.” He joked, but you simply glared at him. You felt the eyes of your coworker on your back, but as always you tried to ignore them.

“What can I get you?” You asked him politely, and he seemed taken aback by your change of attitude.

“What can you recommend?” He asked you softly while looking at the menu over your head. You had carefully written the menu on the chalkboard a couple weeks ago.

“I don’t know what you like.” You told him.

“I like something sweet.” He said while winking at you, and your heart almost combusted by his cuteness. Why was he doing these things to you? What did these things work on you?

“Okay, I can work with that.” You smiled softly at him while prepping his order.

“Are you coming to the party this Friday?” He asked with his elbows propped on the bar while his head rested on his hands. Your coworker nearly choked on her drink, but Seonghwa ignored her presence altogether.

“I usually don’t go for two weeks in a row.” You explained to him while giving him his iced coffee with some whipped cream.

“But I’ll be there.” He pleaded with his adorable puppy eyes.

“You live there. I hope you’re there.” Was all you said.

“Isn’t that enough reason for you to come?” His lips formed into a pout, but you remained calm and unfazed by his actions. You never went out two weeks in a row, and Seonghwa wasn’t going to change your routine.

“I’ll be going.” Your coworker suddenly entered the conversation. You and Seonghwa both looked at her with questionable eyes.

“See, you’ll have company.” You tried to cut through the awkward atmosphere that had formed.

“Do you know anyone to get in? It’s more like a private event this Friday.” Seonghwa quickly dismissed the girl’s self invitation.

“I know you, maybe you can get me in?” She asked him seductively. You noticed she had popped open a button or two extra of her shirt. You rolled your eyes at her behaviour and noticed Seonghwa wasn’t affected by her tries at all.

“I’m already taking Y/N.” He told her off, turning his attention back to you. A small smile appeared on his face, but you quickly shook your head.

“Seonghwa, I already told you I’m not going.” You pleaded with him?. You really didn’t want to go.

“Please?” He asked you softly.

“No!” You practically yelled at him.

“For me?” His low voice making you doubt your persistence. Would it be so bad to go for two weeks in a row to a party? You were a good student. Everyone knew that.

“Why?” You challenged him.

“Because I enjoy your company.” He looked please by your question, noticing your wall crumbling down.

“Because I don’t open some extra buttons of my blouse when you’re near?” You asked him sarcastically, and you heard your coworker cough in the background. Served her right. Karma’s a bitch.

“I wouldn’t mind if you popped them open.” Seonghwa seductively said while winking at you, but you quickly covered your chest.

“Seonghwa!” You yelled at him, but a smile showed him you weren’t mad at him for this dumb comment.

“I’m sorry, but please, think about it. I’ll add your name to the list.” He told you, taking a drink of the cold beverage.

“Two to five business days.” You simply told him.

“See ya!” He yelled out before exiting the coffee shop with his iced coffee in hand. Your eyes followed him out until he couldn’t be seen anymore. Your coworker left the shop while glaring at you, but you didn’t care. You were actually quite pleased with yourself for once.

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All Roads Lead To You I

Part 1: From Buildings to Beaches

Summary of series: JJ took a job at the old Samson Estate -- mostly mowing lawns, cleaning Mr. Samson’s yacht and serving at his dinner parties -- for the sole purpose of distracting himself from the fact that he seemed to be the only one left from the crew. Sarah and John B. were still “lost at sea” after almost a year and Pope and Kie were... well, they were becoming Pope and Kie, so he needed something to occupy his time. When a new girl comes to town, JJ thinks it’s the perfect way to let off some steam but it may be more difficult than he anticipated.

Summary of chapter: Adelaide Samson hasn’t been in North Carolina since she was six years old but now that her favourite cousin, Alexis, is turning 18 she’s back for a short visit -- that might last longer than she intended.

Warning: Little bit of angst, lot of exposition/introduction, little bit of fluff

Author’s Note: I hope you like it and I want to give a shoutout to @ptersparkers for writing an awesome imagine also with a female New Yorker coming to steal JJ’s heart. While mine’s much more tame than theirs, I wanted to add their name in case there’s any similarities or overlapping themes but, also, to give credit where credit is due! Also, I did it again. I came up with a name for the Female character but you’re obviously allowed to replace it with yours -- I just liked the name that’s all. Have Fun!

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Addy’s P.O.V

Alexis called you frantic one day, asking what she should do for her birthday

“Come out to New York. Aren’t you tired of the beach?” you joked

“Aren’t you tired of the crowds?” she joked back

“Touché but seriously. The last time you were here was what? Like five years ago?”

“Yeah because..” she struggled to come up with an excuse, “because.. I don’t know. I like the beach and the sun and the laid back attitude here. I panic too much when I’m in the City.”

“That’s just because you haven’t spent enough time here...” you insisted

“I’m turning 18, Ads,” Alexis whined, “I want, no scratch that, I need to do something amazing.”

“What are your options?” you finally asked

“Honestly? At this point, we’re only throwing around the idea of a Yacht party...”

“Blech,” you said in disgust, “that sounds like your mom was throwing out ideas.”

“Maybe...” she joked before sighing loudly, “help me out! The whole Yacht thing is not really my first choice but it’s all I’ve got right now. I can’t come to New York City”

“And why not?” you asked, feigning insult

“Because the people I would invite would be too.. stuck up about where they’d want to go”

“Doesn’t that say something about your friends?” you questioned

“Come to the OBX”

“Lexi..” you sighed

“Why won’t you come back?”

“Why won’t you come here?”

“I already answered that” she said

“I can’t come back to the Outer Banks”

“Why not?!”

“Because.. I haven’t been back there in years. I just.. I wouldn’t know what to do there..”

“Celebrate my birthday with me. Drink some beer. Surf a little”

“Ah see, no. I don’t surf. I don’t know how and I don’t care to learn. I’ll hang out on land or on a boat.”

“Paddle board then”

“Hold on, are you telling me that you know how to surf?” you asked, chirping her a little because it seemed so far off from something she would actually do

“Yes I’ve been learning how to surf. I’ve got a great teacher...” she lied but you pretended like you didn’t hear it

“Okay..” you smiled to yourself, thinking you could catch her in a lie, “fine. I’ll come out there. For you, for your birthday. But I won’t stay longer than the weekend.”

“YAY!” she exclaimed, practically bursting your ear drum with her high-pitched squeal, “I’m so excited! We’re gonna have fun. So much fun, you’ll never want to leave The Outer Banks.”

“I highly doubt that.”

JJ’s P.O.V

“I need you at full attention, JJ” Mr. Samson said, appearing beside you as you prepared the lawnmower

“Sir?” you asked confused

“Turns out my daughter’s coming into town. I haven’t seen her in.. wow, 10 years,” he sighed, “I need the lawn and the house to be perfect.”

“Yes sir” you replied, nodding to Mr. Samson who thanked you before walking away

“Thanks, son” he said as he got to the patio and you smiled at his words. While you finished working on the lawn, you noticed Kiara and Pope pull up in front and you shook your head at their arrival.

“JJ!” Kiara yelled, “JJ COME ON!”

“You can’t ignore us forever man!” Pope called

“I’m not ignoring you,” you replied, turning back toward the house to put the lawnmower in the shed, “I’m just working.”

“They’re gone, JJ!” Kie shouted, sighing when you finally stopped walking, your back still to them, “we’re just trying to live our lives. It’s been almost a year!”

“You guys just gave up!” you shouted and both Pope and Kie took a step back in shock, “no one found their bodies. No one knows for sure what happened to them. It was up to us to keep looking for them but you both gave up!”

“We didn’t! We just..” she said, glancing at Pope briefly before she looked back at you, “we had to think realistically about their chances.”

“They could still be alive!”

“JJ!” Pope yelled, trying to get you to calm down, “they’re gone. What’s it gonna take for you to accept that?” You nodded your head slowly, moving your tongue against the inside of your bottom lip before eventually turning away

“I gotta get back to work. See you around.” you answered snidely, waving your hand above your head as the words exited your throat.

“JJ?” you heard a voice softly call to you but you didn’t see anyone so you ignored it, “JJ?”

“WHAT?” you snapped when you heard the voice again, finally seeing Alexis pop out from around the corner

“I’m sorry...” she said, standing more than arms length away from you, “I didn’t want to interrupt. I can come back”

“No, I’m sorry, Lex,” you sighed, “what’s up?”

“Well...” she started, “I have a favour to ask but you can feel free to say no, because it’s kinda weird and --“

“What’s the favour Alexis?” you smiled at her ramblings

“My cousin is coming into town from New York. I told her.. I’ve been learning to surf...” she said while a look of embarrassment rushed across her face

“You want me to teach you how to surf before your cousin gets here? When is she coming?”

“She’s your boss’s daughter. Didn’t he tell you?”

“Ah shit,” you smirked, dropping your head to the ground, “didn’t even think about that. She’ll be here in like two days, I can’t teach you how to surf in two days...”

“No see that’s the thing!” she exclaimed, “I don’t need you to actually teach me how to surf. I just need you to pretend like you’ve been teaching me how to surf. There’s no way Addy is actually gonna ask me to ‘show how my skills’ so as long as you talk me up and I talk your teaching skills up, she’ll never know!”

“You really think so?”

“Maybe?” she sighed, her voice rising as her shoulders shrugged, “look, I have never had anything to.. brag about to my cousin. She may be one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, like truly a compassionate soul, but she’s like... effortlessly cool? She lives in New York City, I mean come on”

“It’s just a City, Lex, doesn’t make her cool” you laughed

“Everyone I’ve ever met falls at her feet. I just want to have something that she doesn’t.”

“And that one thing is surfing?”

“Yeah! Yes!” she smiled, “there’s no surfing in New York, at least not that I know of, and she told me she has no interest in learning how to surf. Which means, if we can trick her into thinking I’ve been learning, I’ll have something over her.”

“Fine,” you agreed, “but how exactly do you suggest we do this?”

“We’ll be very strategic with bringing in boards so she can see me holding one,” she explained, “I’ll make sure to get her to come to the beach when the two of us are already there, so she can catch us in the water... on the boards obviously...”

“Right. Okay, I think I get it. You wanna lie to her. I’m great at lying, ask anyone,” you boasted, “will I be getting something out of this?”

“You mean am I gonna pay you?” she asked and you smiled, “No, but nice try. Consider it.. an extension of the job you already have.”

“I don’t really see what I’m getting then..”

“You’re getting the joy of knowing you get to brag about yourself,” she smirked, “which I know you’ll love.”

“Only because everyone should realize how awesome I am,” you laughed and she smiled hopefully at you, “fine. I’ll do it.”

“Thank you, JJ!” She squealed, hugging you as she did so, “you’re the best!”

“That I am” you replied as she took herself off of you and headed back toward the house. It was an odd request but Alexis was a nice girl so you didn’t see the harm in aiding her lie. Plus, you knew you could probably have some fun with it so why not add it to the list of distractions for the summer?

Addy’s P.O.V

You drove into the Outer Banks so that no one would have to worry about picking you up and so you could try to surprise Alexis, but you hadn’t planned on getting there so early in the morning. It was clear to you that your parents were trying to woo you back into the OBX life when you saw the entire house staff frantically cleaning for, what they thought, was your afternoon arrival. You snickered to yourself before heading to the kitchen.

“Hello doll,” a woman said to you as you walked through the door, “are you lost?” Clearly, your picture wasn’t plastered around the house like you thought they’d be, or maybe the only pictures your parents had were before you went away, so the staff had no idea who you were. Which meant you could fly under the radar for a bit.

“I don’t think so, just a little late. I’m supposed to be helping prepare some of the food for when Mr. and Mrs. Samson’s daughter comes into town.” You said with a shy smile, hoping the woman would believe you

“Perfect! You’re in the right place then. My name is Sharon and you are...” she asked and you felt a slight panic in your chest as you tried to think of a name

“Adelaide!” You heard a familiar voice call from behind you, “Adelaide Samson, why are you tryin’ to trick your daddy’s staff?” You turned around to see one of the only people you remembered from your childhood at the Estate

“Ms. Margaret?” you exclaimed, “you’re still here?”

“Of course I’m still here, darlin’, now are you gonna answer my question or not?” she asked

“What questio-- oh...” you stammered, “I didn’t mean any harm Ms. Margaret, I just wanted to see if I could.. be someone other than Mr. and Mrs. Samson’s daughter.”

“You know you’re more than that.” She said, dropping her hip as she scolded you, “Well, since you’re back here, wanna help prepare the food?”

“I’d be delighted” you answered and she set you up in front of two bowls, asking you to begin prepping the peas for blanching; cutting the top of the pod, pulling down the fiber along the middle and emptying the pod into the second bowl, repeating until the first bowl was empty. You let your mind wander as you did the tedious work, being jolted back to the kitchen when you heard your mother’s voice. “She can’t know I’m here, Ms. Margaret!” you exclaimed, hiding behind the cabinets

“Mrs. Samson, how are you doing today?” Margaret asked

“I’m doing well, Margaret, thank you for asking. How are you?” your mother reciprocated

“Very well, Mrs. Samson, can I help you with anything?”

“No No,” she replied, that infamous lilt in her voice you’d know anywhere, “I’m just checking that everything is going smoothly in here. Say, Margaret, Sharon,” she stopped, a question rising on her tongue, “have you seen my Adelaide? I think that’s her car out front but she’s not there. Neither her father nor I have seen her yet, I thought maybe she’d wandered into the kitchen. She did always do that when she was young...”

“She was a wanderer, your young Adelaide,” Margaret answered with a smile, “but I’m afraid we haven’t seen her. Maybe she went down to the water?”

“Maybe. Well, anyway, I didn’t mean to bother you. Keep up the good work!” she said with a pep in her voice and you rolled your eyes as she left, waiting to be told the coast was clear

“Thank you, Ms. Margaret, Ms. Sharon,” you said, “I don’t think I’m ready to see them just yet...”

“Well you better be.” Sharon said, rather curtly, before nodding her head once and walking to her counter to continue her prep

“She’s right, Ms. Addy, you better get into that house and act like you just wondered in from the beach or somewhere. We don’t need any trouble for hiding you, you got that?”

“Yes, Ms. Margaret.” You replied, smiling shyly before giving her a hug goodbye, “I really did miss you”

“You could’ve come back anytime”

“You know that’s not true.”

“Sure it is! Now go!” she exclaimed, shooing you out of the kitchen. You snuck into the house via an old tunnel that lead from the kitchen to your room, among other locations, and popped in when the room was empty.

“Hmm.. nothing’s changed” you said to yourself, ducking behind your dresser when you heard footsteps in the hallway. When the sound disappeared, you tiptoed to the door, looking in either direction past the door frame before you left your room, making your way down the winding staircase. When you finally got downstairs, you started looking through the family pictures on the credenza’s and the mantel in the living room, realizing just how right you were; none of the pictures they had of you were past the age of six. Suddenly, you heard something break and a groan come from the other room.

“Shit” a boy said under his breath as he examined the broken glass under his feet, looking to make sure, you assumed, that your dad wasn’t coming down to investigate the sound.

“Don’t..” you said, stopping him picking up the glass, “you’ll cut yourself. Here, use this.” You continued, pulling out a small dust pan that was hidden near the desk

“Thanks...” he said suspiciously, and the look on his face seemed to be trying to figure you out

“You’re welcome...” you returned his suspicious tone, “have you seen Mr. Samson anywhere?”

“He should be upstairs.. I’m sorry, who are you?” He finally asked

“Adelaide. Samson,” You answered and his back straightened, as if he were correcting himself for you, “but everyone calls me Addy”

“Nice to meet you,” he said, his voice was both confident and shaky, “I’m JJ. I uh.. I work for your dad. And I guess for you too”

“No..” you corrected, “you don’t work for me. I am not my parents. You may work for them but you don’t work for me.” You smiled awkwardly at your own words before he returned a smile, “it’s nice to meet you JJ. I’ll see you around.” You walked past him, unintentionally grazing his arm with your shoulder, feeling a shiver rush down your spine once the contact was broken. You could feel him look down at you but you did everything you could to keep your eyes straight and keep walking because you weren’t looking for a reason to stay.

“Adelaide, sweetheart!” your dad said as he flew into the room where you stood, “I’m so glad you’re finally back!”

“I’m not--” you tried but your dad seemed to be distracted by the broken glass in the dust pan

“What happened here?” he questioned sternly

“Dad it’s j--”

“JJ?” he accused the blonde behind you and you furrowed your brow at how quick he was to blame someone other than you

“Dad, I was looking around and the paperweight fell. He came in when he heard the noise to see that everything was okay...” you explained, protecting JJ from the wrath you knew your father was capable of

“That true?” he asked, stepping toward JJ

“Yes sir,” he said, keeping his eyes down until he spoke again, “I was cleaning up in the other room when I heard something fall, so I came right in and found.. your daughter trying to pick up the pieces.” You smiled at him from behind your father, nodding at his continuation of your fib before your father looked back at you once before responding to JJ

“Well,” he said, looking JJ up and down, “I guess I owe you a thank you. And an apology. So.. thank you and I’m sorry for accusing you so quickly.”

“Thank you, sir” he said quietly before being dismissed and, while your father wrapped his arm around you to welcome you back into his home, you looked back at the boy who you’d shared an unspoken moment with and smiled to yourself. Not knowing if, or when, you’d have a moment with him again.

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riverteatime · 4 years

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A School in Time chapter 3 (2nd part)

Author note: Take place just after the first part so if you don’t remember or you haven’t read it I place the url here just for you

https://riverteatime.tumblr.com/post/190609617336/a-school-in-time-chapter-3-first-part

Ok now let’s the fun begin

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Hatika don’t know how many minutes she has been running at full speed. Maybe more than five minutes-maybe ten-. Her small thief don’t seem to slow down, sometimes hiding in the bushes and reappearing some meters after. Plus, with his green fluff it’s seem that he make one with the nature.

The girl seem aware that she ran so far away and maybe she will not be able to find her tent before the night. But her hat is more important. If she lose it.... She don’t want to think about it. She MUST catch this little guy even if her body screams at her brain to slow down because of her injured knee and the multiples scratches she won while she researched in the thorny bushes. “Don’t slow down Hattie, you can do it” she tell to herself.

Suddenly, the cat stop running. Hatika doesn’t slow and throws herself, like an player of american football do for catching the ball (well, here the cat is the ball). But it was at this moment she realizes something. It was a BAD IDEA.

The cat stopped running because it is the drop of the small driff (yes Hatika has been running on a cliff and she was not aware). Her feet trip on a tree's root and she fell in some sort of small lake of dirty water. She moves her legs and her arms to reach the surface and floats. But she barely knows how to swim. Wait, she feels something holding her right leg, something not heavy but trying to drag her to the bottom of the lake. At she realizes this she start to panic and screaming for help.

Rough Patch, the small cat who is holding again the hat, seems to have miss his calculation. It didn't come at his head that the small female human will land on one of the dangerous lakes of the spooky swamp. She needs help. Then he hears some yellings a little far from him. His master is calling? Oh! He have an idea! Maybe his master can help this small human. With the hat, the small beast runs to the direction of his master's voice.

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"Rough Patch !?!! Where are you?!" Calls Snatcher "Damn, this cat can rivalize with some students with problems. Are you really sure you want to search for this girl? You know, it's not because she was running at the direction of the swamp that she will enter. Maybe she is smart enough to realize that this place is not for her..."

"Snatch, shut up! I have a bad feeling and you know what that means." Tells Moonjumper with an harsh tone.

"Yeah, I know. It's not like the last time someone tresspass this zone, he pass away literally... And the last time you have this 'bad feeling', like you said, it was at this moment. Man! What I would give to not be drag like-" Continues Snatch but he is cut by a violent "Shhhhhhh-" of Moonjumper.

Some leaves of the bushes starts to move and a muffled 'meow' can be hearing. Then the small beast comes out from his hiding spot.

"Mraw!? Meow-breow!" Says the cat after dropping the hat.

"Rough Patch ! What did I tell you? To not cause any problem. And yet you did. What you have to say for your defense?" Asks the black-haired man

The meows of the cat start to be more long, like he is trying to tell something, and he grabs the hat and drops it several times. Then he rubs his head against the leg of his master.

"Your cat is acting strange!" Tells Moonjumper

"Yep. But I don't speak like him, neither understand him at some moments." Says Snatcher to his friend while he tries to catch the cat. But the animal avoid the hands of his master and go rubs his small face to the other man.

Snatcher and Moonjumper can't believe it. RoughPatch, normally, don't like the white-haired man. He makes it clear by hissing or ignore it when Moon tried to pet him. And now he is acting like a teddy bear. Something is REALLY not right. Then, the beast starts to run at the direction he came from. He turns around to see if the humans are following.

"I think he wants us to following him..." Says Moon, doubtful.

"Meow~~" Answers happily the living furball. It was a yes from him.

"Ok buddy, go ahead, we are following" says Snatcher before the cat runs in the bushes.

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"Ah-Peck !" Curses Hatika while she is trying to remove for the third time the thing holding her feet. She tried to reach some sort of scraps of a wooden that are some meters next to her. But the thing drag her to the starting point everytime she is near to it. She dives another time and with her hands she succeed to touch the thing. It's like she is touching a plant. A plant that can hold a feet and drag a human, it's strange. "Ok Hattie, don't panic. It's not like this plant is going to eat you" she mumble to herself. But after she had reach the surface to take her breath, another plant grab one of her arm. She yells and tries to break free. And the thing-plant start to drown the little girl...

"Hey! You! What are you doing here?" Asks a voice. Hattie look at her left and see two men at the edge of the lake. Wait... One of him is not one of her teachers at the school.

"H-help me!" She yells "Som-something is holding me..." She have not the time to finish her sentence that the plant, the one holding her arm, drag her underwater.

Snatcher was already removing is black jacket before throw it at the head of a panicking Moonjumper.

"TOI, reste ici avec le chat!" (YOU, stay here with the cat) Yell Snatcher to Moonjumper.

Then the black haired man jumps in the water and swims rapidly to the spot he saw the girl before the plant take her away. He takes a breath, taking as much air that his lungs can take and goes underwater. But he doesn't see well, thanks to the dirty water. So he goes as deep as he can.

He was missing air and was ready to go to the surface when a small hand grabs his T-shirt. It's the kid. He holds her to his chest and grabs the Swiss army knife he always had with him. Then he cuts the arms of the plant and doesn't wait to reach the surface with the small girl safe in his arms.

After some seconds of break for taking his breath, Snatcher swims to an happy and relieved Moonjumper. The white-haired teacher helps his friend and Hattie to go out of the water. The girl was coughing horribly due to the amount of non-clean water she as been drinking.

"Here, sit down little one. Take all your time and breath. You're safe now." Says Moon to a shaking and wheezing Hattie while he gives her his coat.

"Well... I think the trip to the 'resto' is canceled... I will be not able to walk this much after what happens." Tells Snatcher who was lying on the ground, catching his breath.

"But you have to walk to reach the house." Tells Moon at his friend

"Yeah... Laisse moi juste deux secondes pour respirer" (Give me two seconds for catching my breath) Says Snatch.

"Oh god, where does all theses injuries come from?" Asks Moon to the child

"I-I..." She tries to tell

"Are you able to walk?"

"I- I don't k-know... My legs... are hurting..." Says the child with a small voice.

"Maybe we can move her to the house and while we are ordering something to eat we can call a doctor" Asks Snatcher who was now on his feet.

"Yeah... I think it's the best option" Answers Moon. "Little one? Are you ok if we brought you to our house? It's not far. There, you will rest." At this question, Hatika nods. She don't know where she is and she is too tired for searching the the way to her tent.

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"Home, sweet home!" Says Snatcher after kicking the door to open it. "I was neither be so happy to return home"

"Oh really ?" Asks Moonjumper with a malicious smile.

The white-haired man was carrying Hatika. The little girl tried to walk on her own, but her legs was so heavy and bleeding that the english teacher felt guilty. She insisted to let her but she didn't win the argument and with no time she found herself scoped by the man. And it was at this moment she realized how tired she was. When they reach the two men's house, she was at the limit to fall asleep. The two men was aware of that and didn't talk to her on the walking section. She just survived from drowning and they know that talking to her directly after that was not a good idea.

Moonjumper was the first to break the silence. He helps her to sit on the sofa in the living room and is now tending to her injuries with the first aid kit the two men friends was keeping.

"Are you alright?" He asks. He know that she is NOT alright, she is just a child and ten minutes ago she was drowning. How can she be alright after that?

"Hmm...yeah but I'm really tired" She answers.

"It's normal after what's happened. Can I ask you why you were in the forest?"

"A little beast stole my hat" Tells Hatika after yawning

"A beast?!" Asks confusely the man.

"Yea! It's was like a cat but with a strange green fur! And...". But before she can continue a small and lovely meow can be heard and Snatcher's head pops from the door frame.

"It's him?" He asks while entering the room with a certain small beast in his arms holding a certain hat.

Hatika gasps. "Yeah! It's him who stole my hat!"

The small thief jumps from his master's arms and climbs on the sofa. He drops the hat and meow sadly while lowering his head.

"He said sorry" Translate Snatcher to the child.

Hatika take a minute to think before saying "It's alright. But the next time don't take it like that. It's not a simple hat, it's important to me."

"Mreow~~" Answer happily the cat while giving a small and soft headbutt to one of the arm of the child. Hatika lets out a small laugh and start to pet the cat. The beast, who absolutly love when someone pet him, starts to purrs loudly.

"If RoughPatch let's him be petting by you it's because he sense that you are special" Says Moonjumper, smiling to them.

"Special?" Ask the confuse child

"Yep!" Say Snatcher. "Not just anybody can pet him. Moon cannot touch him for example"

"Why?" Ask the child more confuse than before

"...It's a long story...." Answer sadly the white-haired man

Then silence, just the purring of the cat can be hearing.

"Anyways, I have a call to make!" Snatcher exits the room while repeating the word "livraison" multiples times.

"What is 'ly-vray-zon'?'' Ask the child to the english teacher

"Hmm? Oh! It's mean 'delivery' in French." Tell Moonjumper "We were going to a restaurant when Rough Patch found us for rescuing you. We have a sort of 'habit', we go to a restaurant one time each weeks. With that, we don't have to cook or wash the dishes."

"Oh! I know also a bit of French. I know how to introduce myself." Say the child happily. "But I have a hard time with texts and translation."

"It's wonderful and do not worry." Reassures the english teacher. "French, like other language can be hard at the first sight. Even for french people. But if you practice, it can be easier. And if you want I can help you with this language."

Hatika nods. Then again, silence in the room. Rough Patch is now sleeping on the child lap.

"Do you live far from here?" Ask the white-haired teacher a bit worried. "If you want, you can stay for the night. Rough Patch will be happy to have someone to snuggle with."

"No I have five minutes to walk between here and my 'home', if I can find the way back..." Start the child.

"Wait?!" Shout the teacher "How it can be? The closest habitations are at thirty minutes by driving. Even if you runs, it can't be possible."

"I live in the forest..." She tries to continue.

"Here it's the only house in this forest. The rest is uninhabitable. And it's a private property, which belongs to our family since decades. Every construction project is say 'illegal' here!" Say the teacher more louder.

"I...I..." Try to protest the child. But she is too scared now. She didn't think about the possibility that the forest was a private property when she settled her tent. Do the broken spaceship is also include in this 'private property'. She have to think fast or her illegal camp will be discover in no time and bye-bye her beloved dream.

"I-I... I am..." She tries to say while she shivers from stress and fear.

"HOW CAN IT BE?!" Ask authoritavely the teacher.

And it is the 'last straw that broke the camel's back'. Hatika burst in cries. Her first day in her new school which it was more horrible that she had planned thanks to her stupid leg, the chase, the moment she partially drowned herself and now THAT... She can’t contains herself. Why it was been her?! Why she always have this sort of problem?! She just want to make her dream become true, to be a normal child.

The child's cries make Moonjumper gets out of his trance. Surprised, he starts to panic. "Oh no, child! Nononono! Don't cry! Don't cry little one!"

"I-I just want t-to be normal...I d-didn't think be-before set-setting my camp...I'm s-sorry... I'm soo sor-ry" She says between sobs and hiccups.

"Hush little one! Don't need to apologize. It's alright! Just breath, ok?

The child try to protest and continues to apologize but the teacher hush her. In his head, Moonjumper can't stop to insult himself for making crying a child. At the end, Hatika success to calm down.

She then explain everything. She is an orphan who lives in the forest in a tent. She escaped her orphanage a while ago for finding on her own her parents that are gone few years ago. She doesn't remember their faces but she know that her hat is important for us and they gave it to her the last time she saw them. So maybe they will recognize her if she found them. But for that she have to travel. It's at this moment she decided to go on a theater school, for making a name on the spectacle's realm. With that, it will be more easier to travel and to find her parents. And also it's her dream to be an actress. She was so determined that she make the inscription on her own and she studied hard for entering this school. She have to do it for her parents.

"...And now I'm here. I hurt myself in the morning. I tripped on a stair. The rest of the day went normally but my leg was hurting. At the end of the day, I returned in my 'home' and it's here that Rough Patch, like you call this cat, steals my hat. And you know the end of the story..."

Moonjumper is lost in his thoughs. How can a little girl at this age have this amount of pain. And yet, here she is. A child cannot live on his own in a tent on a illegal place.

"I'm so sorry..." She say while hiding her face in her hands.

"Well...It's a heartbreaking story. But we can't let you live on your own on our property." Hatika knows that and she fears the worst, she have to find another place for the camp, out of anyone sight. It will cost a precious time for finding it and the studies take all of her free time.

"Well I think that leaves no other choice. You can stand!". He says.

What?!

"Right, Snatcher ?" Ask the white-haired teacher

Snatcher opens the door. He was eavesdropping all the conversation. He nods to answer. He can be reluctant at the first sight, but like said his friend, a child cannot live on his own, plus on a dangerous place that is this forest. And kicking her out will be against the laws.

"B-but I..." Start Hatika

"...You want to walk like this, with your injured leg in the dark of the night?" Ask Snatcher with his arms crossed.

And yes it’s now the night outside. It's true that if she goes outside, she will not be able to find her tent. Plus, she is kind scared of the dark.

"You...you really don't mind if I stay?" Ask the child shyly

The two men smile and says at the same time "you can stand!". Hatika, so happy and relieved, burst in cries for the second time of the day.

"But at one condition !" Interrupt Snatcher. At this moment both Moonjumper and Hatika have eyes on him. "You don't have to talk to anybody of this. We have a reputation. And we don't want any problem. So stay quiet or you will have to face the consequences".

Hatika, with again her tears in her eyes, nods firmly. She knows that. She knows how to keep a secret. Her life is already a secret.

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"So now what do you two want for diner?" Ask Snatcher. "We have to make our 'livraison'"

"Let the choice to the little one. What is your name already my child?" Ask Moon

"It's Hatika but you can call me Hat or Hattie. And I don't know. It's the first time I order something from a restaurant"

"It's your first time?!" Ask the english teacher, impressed by the revelation. "It's another reason for why you have to choose." Then he show her some restaurants cards he saved up.

"All the dishes looks tasty. I can't choose."

Snatcher is waiting impatiently with the phone in his hands. He is ready to open the Uber Eat’s application and to pick his favorite restaurant (aka Burger King). He smiles at the tought of having one of this burger with 10 slices of bacon. He didn't even noticed that the kid is calling him.

"Mister Snatcher! Miiiiisteeer Snaaaaatch-er?!"

"What do you want kid? And stop with the whole ‘mister’ thing." Asks the french teacher midly annoyed about the fact she ended his daydreaming. (huh...well it's the night but they are again up so it's more a nightdreaming...).

"What is your favorite restaurant ?"Asks the child

"Burger King, why?" Says the teacher

"So I choose Burger King too!" Answer the smiling child.

"Are you sure little Hattie?" Asks Moonjumper. "They have plenty of other restaurants"

"It's alright Mister Moonjumper ! I just want to know why it's his favorite restaurant"

“Kid! I said to stop saying ‘mister’. We are not in school now. Keep it when your are outside.”

Even if he doesn't want to admit it, Snatcher is more then happy that the child choose this restaurant. He will have for the second time in one month his bacon, while with Moonboy he can just have it one time a month or even less.

And with that Hatika spent the first night in a house. The two men even allow her to spend the night on a empty friend bedroom (with a bed, a table, a chair and a lamp.) They said her that the next day she have to return to her tent for gathering all her stuff for finishing her settlement. They also agreed that she needs other things like storage furnitures, clothings, school stuffs, etc.

But it was already the paradise for the little girl. And for the first time in months she spent the night on a bed.

#a hat in time #snatcher #a school in time au #a hat in time au #moonjumper

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mst3kproject · 4 years

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The Strange World of Planet X

The Strange World of Planet X, also known as Cosmic Monsters, was released on a double bill with The Crawling Eye and stars Forrest Tucker of the same. It’s got a giant spider and a deep-voiced 50’s narrator droning about the terrors of the atomic age, in a film so dry all my plants shriveled up and my contact lenses adhered to my eyeballs.

Mad Dr. Laird, with the help of his assistants Gil and Michele, is baking things in intense magnetic fields in order to rearrange the molecules and turn metal into putty – the general idea is that someday this will allow them to melt enemy planes right out from under their pilots. Would that melt the pilots, too? Gross. At the same time and perhaps related, flying saucers are being sighted over Britain and a mysterious man named Mr. Smith is wandering around in the woods and getting worryingly chummy with local children. After a lot of standing around and talking, Smith reveals that he is from outer space and has come to warn us that Laird’s magnetic fields are tearing apart the Earth’s ionosphere, letting in cosmic rays that will mutate humans into murderers and insects into giants!

Since my last ETNW was fairly well-paced and entertaining, the law of averages tells us that this one’s gonna be a real turd, and sure enough… remember all my griping about how Radar Secret Service was literally unwatchable, as in I could not force myself to keep looking at it? The Strange World of Planet X is like that but with a British accent. Most of it is just ugly gray people in ugly gray rooms, droning on about whatever at far greater length than necessary. Everybody sounds like they’re reading their lines off cue cards, the photography was awful to begin with and the degraded print makes it really hard to tell what the hell is going on. Fuck this movie.

The film’s general insufferability is made all the worse because normally giant bug movies are among my favourite types of crappy old sci fi. What could possibly be more fun than giant grasshoppers crawling all over postcards of Chicago? If the bug bits were fun, that would go a long way towards saving this one, but of course, they’re terrible. It’s mostly too dark to even see the giant insects, and when we do see them, they’re nothing but close-ups of live (and sometimes dead) roaches and grasshoppers. Only a couple of shots even attempt to composite them in with live actors and those are so dark and blurry that it frankly wasn’t worth the effort.

The other main ‘effect’ in the movie is a couple of flying saucers. These are unidentifiable white blobs when far away, and ridiculous tinfoil models dangling from strings up close. The pie pans in Plan 9 from Outer Space are worse… but not by much.

What should be the most exciting part of the film is the battle in the woods between the soldiers and the giant bugs, but it’s mishandled in the same sort of way as the supposedly climactic fight in Invasion of the Neptune Men. There’s no narrative or any characters we care about – just soldiers running around shooting at things. Where are they? How close are they to the town? Are there civilians in peril? We don’t know. To be effective on screen, a battle needs a story. The battle in Army of Darkness is about the need to protect the Necronomicon. We can see the Deadites getting closer to the tower, as Ash pulls out more and more ridiculous secret weapons to keep them back. The Strange World of Planet X is just random people and bugs, not even in the same shot.

There is some half-decent magnetosphere science in the movie, I guess. The Earth’s magnetic field does protect us from the harsh radiation of outer space, although all the most harmful components of that come from the sun rather than from further afield, and such radiation can damage DNA. This is why the ozone layer was such a big deal in the 80’s. This space radiation is much more likely to give bugs cancer than to make them grow huge, but in a movie I can handle that. The really weird thing here is that, because they say it screens out the heaviest of the cosmic rays, they call the ionosphere the ‘heavyside layer’. I would not have thought it possible that Cats could make less sense and yet here we are.

If you want some proper Crap Movie Science, there’s their explanation of how the monsters grew so big – mutations for size were able to pile up quickly because insects breed fast and therefore evolve fast. I guess this makes more sense than individuals growing out of control as a result of whatever… but they appear to have applied it to a whole range of creatures regardless of their actual life cycles. Some insects do breed quickly, but quite a few of them have specific seasons and conditions for it. This feels like a nitpick, though… I mean, by watching a giant bug movie I’ve already accepted that they can become huge so I should probably just shut up.

As an interesting note, Smith mentions that on his home planet there are giant dragonflies. He doesn’t say how giant, though he implies they’re big enough to ride on. Firstly, man, I wanna ride a giant dragonfly! Second, this tells us that Smith’s home planet has more oxygen in its atmosphere than Earth, because the reason insects can’t get bigger than they do is because they don’t actively breathe, but have to let oxygen diffuse into their tissues on its own (this is why there were six foot millipedes during the Carboniferous era — more oxygen in the air). The writers, sadly, do not seem to have known or cared about this, since Smith himself shows no signs of having to adjust to our atmosphere. Missed opportunity there.

Since this is me, of course I’m gonna talk about how the movie treats women. Click the back button now. There are several female characters in The Strange World of Planet X, and while they're pretty bland they do manage to have conversations with each other about things besides men, and the honest impression I get is that the writers are trying really hard not to be assholes. The first woman we meet is Michele, who has been assigned as Dr. Laird’s new computer operator after the previous one was electrocuted in a lab accident. When he learns that the replacement is a woman, Laird complains about it loudly, protesting that ‘this is skilled work!’, and Gil gripes that female scientists are dour and unattractive. Michele, of course, proves them both wrong – she is both brilliant and pretty, the latter mostly so that she can be Gil’s love interest but also at least in part to shatter the stereotype. It's thanks to movies like this setting the precedent that modern films are up to their eyeballs in hot but useless science women… but like I said, they tried.

The script is actually at great pains to emphasize that Michele is intelligent, educated, and the equal of any of the men, at least where science is concerned. Unfortunately, its way of going about it is to have them praise her for every little thing she says and does, to the point where it starts to sound awfully patronizing. They call her ‘clever girl’ like she’s six years old and it frequently comes across as their complimenting her intelligence in order to deflect when she asks awkward questions.

Naturally there’s a love triangle in this movie. It appears only to be immediately and peacefully resolved, and Gil’s rival for Michele’s affections is dead shortly thereafter. Why fucking bother?

A tad better-treated is Jane, the little girl fascinated by arthropods (she describes them as ‘bugs’, saying all insects are bugs, but not all bugs are insects. While entomologically incorrect, this same definition of bug was used by David Attenborough in Micro Monsters, so I’m okay with it). One of the reasons I think the writers were earnestly trying to be feminist is because they place a girl in this role rather than a boy. Susan Redway isn’t any better than any of the other actors, but the character was definitely written by somebody who knew what appeals to children. I love the bit where Jane promises to show her new teacher her favourite type of beetle, delightedly informing her, “they’re horrid-looking!”

The teacher, Miss Forsyth, is another attempt to buck a stereotype. Jane complains that she hated her previous teacher, who was appalled by her interest in crawly things. Miss Forsythe makes a good first impression by encouraging her instead. Again, this feels like the writers really were trying. They want to say that the right thing to do here is to support Jane’s interests and ambitions, and someday perhaps she’ll be a talented entomologist, just as Michele is a computer whiz.

From a twenty-first century point of view, this makes for an odd contrast with one of the other notable features of how women are portrayed in this movie – they don’t come alone. Adult women in The Strange World of Planet X must have a male partner, and if they don’t start out with one they will be assigned one! Michele pairs up with Gil, and Miss Forsythe accepts a date with the man who saved her from one of the mutants. This second budding relationship has no effect on the story and indeed is never referenced again, it’s just there. All the other women we meet are either dating or married… although now that I think of it this may be less sexist than it is a way to make a point of Dr. Laird’s single-minded obsession with his work. Everybody else, even scientists, has time to be a human being – but not him.

I should also discuss one more interesting tidbit offered by Smith. He says his people have been watching humanity and studying us basically since we invented ourselves, and they have never interfered before now. Why now? Out of ‘enlightened self-interest’, he says – this is the closest humans have yet come to destroying ourselves, but it’s also the closest we’ve come to being a threat to our extraterrestrial observers. One of Dr. Laird’s experiments, intended to destroy enemy planes, brought down a flying saucer instead! The fact that Smith is willing to admit this suggests that he is extremely confident about the aliens’ ability to strike back if humanity should decided to start shooting down saucers on purpose. The finale then bears this out… although it also left me thinking that the film could have ended very differently if only hacking had been a thing in the fifties!

So yet another instance of good ideas, unexplored and badly executed. Also yet another black and white movie… what is that, six in a row? Yikes. See you in ten days, when I promise I will have something for you in colour. It’ll be like slogging through the beginning of Season Eight and then finally arriving at The Giant Spider Invasion!

#mst3k #reviews #episodes that never were #the strange world of planet x #cosmic monsters #fuck this movie #50s #tw: spiders #giant arthropod hours

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Friend-zoned - Seungmin

❀ Comedy&slightangst

❀ Word Count: 8.7K

❀ Tired of being friend-zoned, Kim Seungmin swears to not let the next girl think of him only as a friend. Unfortunately, his plans start to fall through as a spunky and eccentric girl comes into his life, knocking him on his feet. Will he finally win his crush’s heart or will he be friend-zoned once again?

❀ a/n: YES THIS IS A SPINOFF TO “Fake Boyfriend - Changbin” hehe , this is Seungmin’s life! I brought back the o/c in Fake Boyfriend as well as Changbin too heeheh I hope you guys like this despite this being hecka long :)

P.S. You don’t need to read Fake Boyfriend to understand this fic but it is recommended! :)

❀ ❀ ❀

I stood awkwardly to the side as my best friend, Kyungmi, made out with her boyfriend in the hallway. The two of them had negative zero shame about PDA, which was absolutely disgusting. I was no prude, but I certainly disliked seeing people stick their tongues down each other’s throats. It was horrific.

I coughed loudly to make sure they both knew I was still there. My best friend leaned away with her eyes glazed and starstruck. Her boyfriend, Changbin, aka the biggest asshole with an attitude on campus, smirked at me and shrugged like he did nothing wrong. That prick.

I had supported their relationship, even when they both mutually lied to me, but Changbin was still irritating. I was used to winning every argument, but this boy would start screaming out of nowhere which caused me to go crazy.

We didn’t get along to say the least.

“Sorry, Seungmin. Got a lil’ carried away there.” The girl smiled shyly at the older boy while he gave her a soft kiss back.

“Maybe if Seungmin had a girl, he wouldn’t be so uptight.” Changbin closed his locker and nudged me to the side.

Changbin always, and I mean always, pressured me to get into a relationship. And I would never admit this out loud, but I just wasn’t the type of guy girls wanted to date. I was always friend-zoned left and right which left me no girls to flirt with.

“Yeah, what’s the hold up, Minnie? You are a good-looking dude with charm! Girls should be falling at your feet.” I blushed at the girl’s compliments.

“Maybe it’s you who we should be setting up on tons of dates.”

As soon as Changbin said those words, my best friend punched him on the shoulder in excitement. I shuddered.

“YES! That’s fantastic! Oh please, Seungmin, let us set you up with girls! Please??” The girl whined while tugging on my arm. Changbin smirked at me like he was finally getting his revenge on me. I raised a brow and sighed, knowing I was going to lose this fight. Plus, I was better than my best friend at talking to the opposite sex. If this turned out badly, I would just make more friends. Which would hurt my ego once again, but what can I do about being “best guy friend material”?

“Ok, fine, set it up.” I looked up at the clock in the hallway, eager to get away from the devious couple. “Look, I gotta go, but text me the details I guess.”

“No worries, bro, you’re in good hands.”

When I looked back, Changbin was giving me a devious smile. I knew he still didn’t forgive me yet for forcing Kyungmi for going on dates she didn’t want to go on, but that was just our dynamic. If she wasn’t up for it, she would’ve told me.

I gave the boy a glare back and walked into my first class of the day: English.

❀ ❀ ❀

As soon as I plopped down in my chair, I felt another presence plop next to me.

“Hey, where were you all morning? I was waiting for you.” My other friend, or classmate, or whatever, Yeji, noted. I took off my glasses and wiped them on my shirt for dramatic effect.

“The couple caught up to me again.” Since the two always stuck together, everyone just called them ‘the couple’. Demeaning yet cute at the same time.

“Ah, as always. I still can’t believe your cute little best friend ended up with... Changbin.” I laughed loudly and nodded.

“You and me both. I still can’t wrap my mind around it. But, she always had a knack for liking bad boys.” I shrugged. My best friend was constantly reading books about nerd girls ending up with the baddest boy in school. It was rotting her mind obviously.

“Hm, most girls do.” Yeji noted. I examined her cute and sharp features that were now scrunched together. “I’ll admit, even I fall for them sometimes, but the nice guys always win my heart in the end.” I gave her a small smile back as she looked flushed.

Okay, okay, I like this girl.

She was cute, but intense; shy, yet independent. She was perfect.

“Hey, are you going to prom?” I asked curiously. It was only the biggest event of junior and senior year. I was always at the event, as it comes with the title of being class president every year.

The girl blushed and looked down. I had enough female friends that I knew what that meant. “Um, I-”

“KIM SEUNGMIN!” I heard a female voice yell my name. I recognized the irritating voice immediately. I smiled tightly at Yeji who was now staring at me with confused eyes.

I sighed and turned sadly, which now I was staring at a girl who I had always found annoying.

“What, y/n?”

Y/N.

She was the typical emo kid in high school. She was annoying, but she really only had a few close friends. She only talked to you if it benefited her and her only. She had dark black hair but it was dyed purple at the tips. Her eyeliner was thick, and no, I don’t makeup shame, but it definitely made her look more like the “rockstar” she claimed to be. She wore all black; black skinny jeans that were ripped everywhere and probably breaking dress code, black long sleeves that hugged her every curve, and even paired her outfit with black Doc Martens. She screamed angst.

We never got along and we had gone to school since our freshman year of high school. She was the only girl, or person really, in our grade that I never could befriend.

“Well, today I talked to the principal about my band playing at prom, but they said to ask you, mister president. So, what is it?”

I rolled my eyes at the girl. “Y/N, I told you, no one wants a live band. Everyone just wants stuff that’s on the radio or whatever.”

“Well, shitty music plays on the radio. And shitty singers. That I can sing better than. So, that’s why you should let me play at prom. Plus, wouldn’t letting us play promote like... school spirit?”

“Yes, a group of angsty teenagers would really boost the moral of the school.”

That poked the wrong buttons on the girl. She bent down to my level and glared at me. “Really? Stereotyping me now?” She spat.

I felt myself waver at her intense gaze, but I wouldn’t let myself lean back. “It’s nothing personal.”

She scoffed. “Yeah, because no matter how ‘angsty’ I appear to be, I probably have higher self-esteem than any of these bobble heads.” She raised a brow at the girl sitting next to me, Yeji, which made me feel territorial.

“Hey, you’re talking to me. You don’t need to drag other people into this.” Yeji shrank back in fear at y/n who was now smiling.

“Aw sorry, I don’t mean to upset the girlfriend.”

“Oh, you’ve misunderstood, we’re not together.” Yeji answered quickly which sparked sadness in my heart. I tried to not look hurt, but after hearing those words so many times, I was used to them.

I never understood girls’ needs to shoot down dating someone so quickly. Especially when they’re sitting right next to the accused.

Yeji’s words and my reaction caused y/n’s eyes to flicker with interest.

“Well, I hope you’ll take my proposition seriously. Bye, Seungmin.” She strutted away with a little sway in her hips. I tried not to look at her ass since that was rude.

I quickly snapped out of it and turned to Yeji. “Um, sorry about her. She’s kind of... a lot.” Yeji nodded.

“It’s ok, I’ve heard rumors about her. She’s bad news, everyone knows that.”

For some reason, I accepted her words. Y/N technically was bad news. Everyone knew she skipped school too much to count, but I wouldn’t necessarily call her a bad girl. But to impress Yeji, I just nodded.

“Yeah, um, so prom?”

Yeji’s eyes wavered now, which was a bad sign. Bad bad sign. “Uh, yeah, thinking about it.”

My confidence diminished and I decided to go the friendly route. “Well, hopefully if you go, they’ll be playing shitty pop music than whatever y/n wants to play.”

The girl laughed, which shot my confidence back up.

I not going to be friend-zoned, not this time.

Before I could plot out how to win Yeji’s heart, the teacher walked into the class.

“Good morning class.”

“Good morning, Mrs. Park.” The class hummed back. Mrs. Park set a pile of packets on her table, which caused the class to stare at the large stack.

“Today class, I’ve been wondering what to do since it’s your senior year and all. I was thinking about fun English inspired things.”

“This doesn’t sound good.” Yeji hummed under her breath. I chuckled, making sure she knew I was interested in what she wanted to say.

“And finally, the idea popped into my head! A group project!” The class groaned, even me. Everyone hated group projects. “Oh hush! This will be fun! I’ll be pairing you guys up in pairs of 2 to write your own creative story. It has to be at least 10 pages and fit all the components of what I’m about to hand out. I have some prompts on here as well, but you’re free to write what you want. The prompts are just to get you guys started.”

The class glared daggers at her head as she droned on about how good this project would be and how excited she was to read our stories. All we heard was how we had to arrange irrational times with our classmates who had completely different lives than us. Fantastic.

“Now, I’m sure you guys have been anxiously waiting about who you’re paired with.”

Mrs. Park slid a piece of paper out of her folder and started reading.

“Yeji and Hyunjin.”

Hyunjin, who was sitting in the front row, turned around to smile at Yeji. Who had turned a light shade of pink at the boy. Oh great.

“Jeno and Jaemin. Haechan and Somi.”

Mrs. Park droned on with names until I perked up at mine.

“Seungmin and....”

Please don’t be y/n. Please don’t be y/n.

“And y/n.”

Fuck.

I looked over at the girl who was already looking in my direction with a smirk. She gave me an evil wave and laughed silently.

“The story is due 2 weeks from now. It shouldn’t be too hard with two heads working together and you guys would be surprised on how quickly 10 pages will go. Good luck!”

The last 10 minutes of class were dedicated to meeting up with your partner and scheduling times to write the paper and how to organize it.

“So, are you going to write our paper mister president?” y/n asked mockingly. I hated when she called me that.

“First of all, my name is Seungmin. And second, no way in hell am I going to write this for you.” The girl rolled her eyes as I opened the packet.

“Well good to see you still have strong morals even when working with me. So, I have rehearsals with my band every Friday night, and Saturday and Sunday afternoons. but anytime besides that I’m free.”

I groaned internally.

“Well, I have leadership meetings every Monday and Thursday after school. So I guess that leaves most of the weekdays.” She nodded.

“How about on Wednesday after school?” She suggested. I nodded, surprised she was the one who initiated a time. She gave me a cool smile. “Fantastic. See you then, lover boy.” She whispered the last two words in my ear, which I couldn’t lie, made me tingle at the close proximity.

She walked away with a smirk and this time, I refused to check her out.

I had morals.

❀ ❀ ❀

“Wednesday. 6pm. The Red Lobster across from that Subway.” My best friend, Kyungmi stated. Changbin was attached to her by the hip.

I sighed and shook my head. I had already forgotten about their plans to set me up with random girls. “Already got plans that day.”

Kyungmi gave me a suspicious stare. “What plans?”

“Plans to whack off?” I glared at Changbin who was giggling at his joke which wasn’t even funny. Kyungmi smiled, but hit the boy. I never knew she was such a perv.

“No. I have this project I have to do with y/n and Wednesday is one of the only days we have free this week. And the project is already due in 2 weeks so...”

“Y/N? She’s the annoying bitch, right?” Kyungmi pinched his arm.

“Hey, don’t call her that... She’s just annoying and emo.” The two laughed.

“Yes, that y/n. But I mean, I have no choice. We have to work together.” I argued. I unwrapped my ham and cheese sandwich and bit into it.

Kyungmi shook her head. “No, I mean, you could just write it and slap her name on it too.” I rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, nerd.” Changbin poked my side which made me want to slap him in the face.

“I already told her I wouldn’t do that. So, sorry, but you’ll have to reschedule or just cancel.” Kyungmi and Changbin sighed unanimously.

Changbin then pulled out his phone and started to type something in. “Maybe you would change your mind when you see the girl.”

I furrowed my brows in interest. As the egotistical boy stuck his phone in my face, my eyes widened.

“Is that Yeji?”

Kyungmi smirked, knowing she had gotten me. “Yup, Changbin’s friend is friends with her and heard she wanted to start dating so she would have a date to prom. And luckily, Changbin had overheard their conversation.”

My head spun with excitement. “And I know you’re sorta into her. I’ve seen you look at her in the halls.” Kyungmi squealed giddly.

“So you in?”

I took a sip of my juice and my eyes fell on Y/N who had walked into the cafeteria. She raised a brow at me when she saw my stare. What, she mouthed. I rolled my eyes.

“I’m in.”

❀ ❀ ❀

It was 5:30pm and my date with Yeji was in 30 minutes

It took lots of convincing with y/n to cancel. After I lied to her that my mom was sick and I had to take care of her, she finally let it go. I felt bad for lying, but her being busy on every day of the weekend caused this.

Thankfully, the girl said she could push back her Saturday practice to night time and we could use the morning-afternoon to write the story.

I threw on my best looking shirt and dark jeans. For some reason, girls liked dark jeans on boys. I looked at my hair and saw the mess. I groaned and started to style it. I felt dumb with the small straightener in my hands, but I had to do what had to be done to look good.

Once I was satisfied, I threw on my fanciest shoes and ran out the door. Yeji was coming from cheer practice and she said she would just meet me at the restaurant. I sped all the way there, hoping to be early.

I looked down at my watch. 5:53pm. I looked around and there was no sign of her.

This was a blind date, so she didn’t know who I was. Changbin just told her I would be waiting under the large Red Lobster sign.

“Seungmin? Is that you?” I spun around after hearing the feminine voice. I gave the girl a shocked look.

“Yeji, oh wow, what a surprise.” I lied lamely. The girl smiled and hugged me. I wasn’t sure if this was a friend hug or a happy hug or what. But I mean, I liked it.

“I’m so glad it’s you! I was so nervous I was going to get a weirdo or something, but I’m glad Changbin set me up with someone as nice as you.” Nice. What a word. A word for friend-zoning.

I smiled forcefully at her. “Let’s get inside so we don’t freeze our asses off.” She laughed loudly at me joke, probably more exaggerate since it wasn’t that funny. That boosted my ego slightly.

“Table for 2.” I said to one of the staff. The girl nodded and led us to a table. I was glad it wasn’t extremely crowded on a Wednesday night.

“Thank you,” Yeji said to the staff. I nodded in thanks as the waitress walked away.

“So, getting into the dating scene are we, Kim Seungmin?” Yeji teased. I blushed, but grinned at her curious glance.

“Yeah, after Kyungmi and Changbin spent so much time together, I realized I was either sick of seeing them together or wanted to have a relationship like theirs.” Yeji cooed at my words.

“Aw, that’s so cute! They’re really a cute couple, aren’t they?” I nodded.

“Hi guys, are you guys ready to order?” We both nodded.

Once I looked up from my menu, I saw someone I hadn’t planned on seeing here tonight.

I could spot that dark, yet wild hair from anywhere. Her black and purple hair was tied into a ponytail and she looked calm as she sat across from a boy much older than her, Chan, who I remembered was her brother.

She looked like she was finishing up her meal as she stood up from her booth. As soon as she stood up, her eyes met mine.

Fuck. I was in deep shit now.

Expecting her to call me out on my bullshit, I held my breath.

Contrary to what I believed, the girl only looked at me with fed up eyes and walked away with her brother. I couldn’t help but feel like shit.

“Seungmin?” Yeji’s voice snapped me out of my trance.

I glanced up at the waitress who was waiting for me to order. Great, now I look like a weirdo.

“Sorry, um, I’ll get the steak and lobster.”

I forced myself to carry a conversation with Yeji, but all I could think about was why y/n didn’t stomp her way to my table while I obviously was on a date.

Maybe she’s different than what everyone thinks about her.

I shook my head, no, that girl is bad news.

❀ ❀ ❀

I had done a great job at avoiding y/n all week. It was helpful she wasn’t here Friday either.

But it was Saturday now and I worse knowing that she pushed back her scheduled practice with her band when we had scheduled a time I should’ve been free for.

I was dressed more casually today with blue jeans and a red hoodie. I wasn’t impressing anyone today.

I drove to y/n’s house, scared of how she would react when I saw her again. Her house wasn’t far from mine. I held my breath as I walked to the front step.

Her house looked more normal than I thought it would. For some reason, I thought it would be dark and gloomy like how she dressed, but it was a light brown with flowers all around it.

“Are you going to just stand there or are you going to ring the doorbell?”

The voice startled me as I jumped back.

Y/N was staring at me with judgmental eyes. I noticed the leash in her hand and then felt a small dog jump on my leg. I smiled, forgetting the scary girl right next to me, and pet the happy thing.

“Aw, aren’t you the cutest?” I cooed. Y/N scoffed and unlocked her front door.

“You’re early. Probably to make up for cancelling on Wednesday for some girl?” She taunted. I turned a dark red at her accusation, even though it was true.

“Ok, I’m sorry-”

“For what Seungmin? Getting caught or for lying? Or for causing me to push back my already scheduled plans for your impromptu dates? Hm?”

I felt a rush of anger run through me even though I had no right to be mad.

“Why are you acting as if we’re dating? We’re not even friends. I have no loyalties to you.”

I wanted to take back the words as soon as I said them. Y/N’s jaw dropped.

“Wow, you’re an even bigger asshole than I thought. We made plans and if you were a decent human being, you would keep them. We could be arch enemies but you still had a commitment, especially since we don’t have many free days.” She spat. I had nothing to say and took her words in.

“I’m sorry, fuck, I didn’t mean to say that. And I’m sorry for cancelling plans, but I just really like Yeji so I just had to take the chance. I’m sorry.”

Y/N stood in silence for a few moments before taking a step back.

“Maybe if you let me play at prom I would be more forgiving.”

I rolled my eyes. “I-”

“I’m teasing. I don’t want to hold this over your head since Yeji is hot. A shitty person, but hot.”

Y/N opened the door for me to let me in, but her words didn’t go over my head. I quietly shut the door and examined her house that I knew she was secretive about. It looked... peaceful. Normal.

“What? Yeji is not a shitty person.” Y/n smiled at me.

“Oh really? Are the things she says about me nice?” I had nothing to say to that.

“She’s only saying what’s true.” Y/N stopped walking and glared at me.

“What? That I skip class? Big whoop, everyone does that. She makes huge accusations about me when I only characterize her because of the things she says about me and the way she looks at me and the way she talks to me.”

Before I could get a word out, the girl shoved me into her room.

“Now, that’s a good story idea. We could write about a bitchy cheerleader and how she sabotages people’s lives so that she looks good.” The girl suggested. I rolled my eyes.

“Or, we could write about not that.” I tugged the packet out of her hands and stared at the prompts. “Write about a boy who finds a time machine and travels through all of his best/worst memories.”

“Lame. I hate time travel stories. They confuse and bore me simultaneously.” I sighed and looked at more prompts.

The girl sat in her spinny chair and spun around like a child. I couldn’t help but scan her. She was wearing shorts, probably because she only left the house to walk her dog. Even when being at home, her clothes were still all black. She was wearing a black over the shoulder t-shirt with black shorts.

It felt weird to notice this, but her nails were painted black as well. Both her fingernails and toenails were the same color which Kyungmi told me girls liked to do.

“Wow, checking me out even when you have another girl in your heart? Hm, I didn’t know you were such a bad boy, Seungmin.”

I felt my heart skip, noticing how she said my name when she usually called me “mister president”.

I blushed at her words and looked away quickly. “S-sorry, um, I was just curious as to why you wear black clothes all the time.” The girl laughed softly and twisted her hair over her shoulder.

I tried not to read into her movements but girls playing with their hair always meant something. At least according to web articles.

“Well, I wear black clothes because I like the color. You wear blue a lot, probably because blue is your favorite color right?” I nodded slowly, but surprised she noticed the clothes I wore.

I felt proud of myself for some reason, my felt my heart warm as she paid attention to the small details of me.

“Uh, I guess. Anyways, any more story ideas? Maybe a character you would wanna write about?” The girl crinkled her nose and swiped her side bangs out of her face. She scooted closer to me and suddenly, my male hormones were heightened.

She smelled fruity, but her scent wasn’t that heavy that I was choking. Her hair matched the fruit theme of her perfume and I couldn’t help but get lost in it. I hated myself at this moment.

I hadn’t been so close to a girl who wasn’t a friend in so long.

"You’re wearing perfume.” I noted lamely as she was taking a while to think. She looked up me in surprise and smiled. It was different than her usual smiles, but they always made my heart flutter.

Stop, you like Yeji, stop letting your hormones take over you like some basic asshole.

“Hm, yeah I am. I wear it whenever I go out or whenever I have guests over. I’m surprised you noticed.” She wiggled her brows and opened a word document on her laptop. “Is there any genre you prefer writing?”

I snapped out of the girl’s charm and looked at the laptop. “Yeah, yeah, I like to write fantasy I guess.” Y/N smiled.

“Good. We’re on the same page then. Do you like supernatural themes like ghosts, fae, vampires, werewolves...?” She babbled on. I wasn’t that surprised y/n was that into this stuff since she was quite weird. I guess that made me weird too when I was excited.

“All of the above.”

“And before we get ahead of our selves, let’s remind us that the expected page count is 10 and we only have 2 weeks to write this.” The girl noted smartly. I nodded and adjusted my glasses as she leaned over me to grab her pencil. “Sorry, I like to plan on paper.”

I watched as she grabbed a piece of paper and started drawing circles. I let out a chuckle before I could stop myself. She glanced up at me with rough eyes.

“What?”

I shrugged. “Nothing. Just you planning things out is cute.” She froze at my words, and even I was surprised at my confidence.

“Shut up,” she said, but I knew there was a faint blush on her cheeks.

Huh, maybe this flirting thing isn’t so hard after all.

❀ ❀ ❀

After discussing for a long 30 minutes, we had finally decided on a basic plot and characters.

“After being assigned a dangerous mission, Yoon Sehun’s life starts to crumble. He is tasked with the mission to infiltrate a high school and seduce and kill an innocent girl who is holding secrets of her own. Is that a good summary for Mrs. Park?” I nodded at the girl who looked much happier at writing than I did.

She smiled happily and kept going. “And basically, he starts to fall in love with her seriously... do we want a happy ending or sad?”

I fiddled with my glasses, a habit I had when I was thinking. “Um, which do you prefer?” The girl groaned.

“Making me do all the hard work. Ugh, well, I like to read happy endings more, but with the short time limit we have and page limit of 15, I’d say we just leave it off on a cliffhanger.”

I agreed. “You right. Now, let’s get it started.”

❀ ❀ ❀

We had been typing for hours, constantly asking one another if writing something was ok. We switched off every 30 minutes to write which made the flow hard, but we agreed we would edit it in the end. I was surprised to see how good of a writer she was.

And I was more surprised on how well we were getting along.

“Wow, this is looking really good. You’re a really good writer.” I complimented. Y/N was laying on her bed, scrolling through her phone as I scanned over her work.

I heard her snort. “Well, I do write songs on the daily. I am in a band you know.”

“Ah, right.”

“Talking about my band, any new thoughts about us performing at prom?” I sighed, but said nothing for a few moments, trying to decide on what to do.

I settled with a question. “Why do you want to perform at prom so badly? No offense, but you don’t seem that connected to this school.”

I heard the bed rustle and I knew she was walking over to me. Her hair was messy and I tried not to imagine if I was laying next to her on that bed.

Her face was serious as she sat next to me.

“First things first, we go to a rich school that has major connections. If my band performs there and some rich kids likes it and has connections to the music scene, it could be big for my band. Second, I really love performing, as do my band mates. And third, rich kids with connections.”

I chuckled at her honesty.

“Ok, how about I let you perform a few songs-”

I saw her eyes light up.

“Wait, seriously, you would let me perform?!” Her voice was laced with excitement and shock that I couldn’t help but smile.

“Um, yeah, you put up a good argument and-” She didn’t wait for me to finish before pulling me in for a hug. It felt weird since I was sitting down and she was standing up. She felt the same and pulled me up to stand. I laughed as she pulled me in for a proper hug when we were standing.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” She cheered. “You’re the best, Seungmin.” She then released me and sat down.

“Speaking of prom, are you thinking of asking anyone?” She looked at me with curiosity in her eyes.

I took a while to answer, but before I could, I heard her phone alarm go off.

“Shit, that means my band mates are coming over real soon. Um, we can finish on Wednesday, of course, if you aren’t busy?” I rolled my eyes even though I still felt guilty. It wasn’t like me to cancel on people for a date.

“Sure. After school Wednesday and if I cancel, you can whip my ass.”

“And what a fine ass it is.” She teased with a hint of flirtiness in her tone.

I choked from shock. “Wha-”

“Bye, Seungmin. See you Wednesday.”

She closed the door on me as I was left in the cold to think about what just happened and why the girl I had thought was annoying was super attractive all of a sudden.

❀ ❀ ❀

“Hey, Seungmin.” I gave a small nod to Yeji who I surprisingly didn’t think about to much over the weekend.

“Hey, how was your weekend?” I asked respectfully. Kyungmi told me that girls always liked to be asked on how their day was. It showed like the boy cared.

She smiled and curled a strand of hair behind her ear. “It was good! I got lots of cleaning done, ugh, my room was an absolute mess. How about you? How was working with y/n?”

I didn’t miss her nose crinkle as she said y/n’s name. I felt a burn of anger run through me as she did that.

“Hey, y/n isn’t that bad as I thought. She was actually really helpful.” I defended. I didn’t know why I was defending a girl to the girl I was interested in, but the words left my mouth as soon as I said them.

Yeji looked guilty. “I-I didn’t mean anything bad, I thought we were on the same page about her.” Now I felt guilty. I had a soft spot for blubbering girls.

“Hey, I get it, but surprisingly I didn’t go mad with her around.” Yeji nodded and looked to Hyunjin.

She leaned close to me. I felt my nerves come alive as I felt her hair tickle my neck. “Just between us, Hyunjin is good-looking and all, but he sucks at writing. He couldn’t decide on characters and a plot. We had a rough time. I’d rather have you as a partner.”

As she pulled away, I noticed how she was biting her lip slightly which tugged at my heart. Her smell was much stronger than y/n’s though, which forced me to hold down a cough. I wasn’t fond of floral smells which Yeji reeked of.

The door opened once again which caught my attention.

The familiar girl walked in with a sway in her steps. I felt my breathing stop as she locked eyes with me. She gave me one of her infamous smiles and sat down.

“You two seem friendly.” Yeji whispered.

“Oh no, no, it’s not like that.” I defended. Now I knew how girls felt when they were accused of dating someone.

“Not like what?” Yeji teased. I realized then that she said nothing about a romantic relationship. I’d just assumed it. I blushed as she squeezed my hand.

“You’re cute.”

❀ ❀ ❀

It was a normal Monday night that I was spending with Kyungmi and Changbin. I swear the two lived together at this point.

“So, spill about your date with Yeji! You’ve been holding out on us for way too long!” Kyungmi cried out. Changbin and I were immersed into the video game were playing, but Kyungmi paused it.

“Hey, we were-” Changbin was cut off by Kyungmi’s glare. “Yeah, Seungmin, how was your date?”

The boy was whipped.

I sunk back to the couch and tried to remember the events. My mind wasn’t in the moment on the date. I kept feeling guilty about ditching y/n.

“Um, it was good.” I settled on saying.

The two narrowed their eyes at me.

“Good? That’s it?” Kyungmi interrogated.

I shrugged her off as she got too close to me. “Yes, good, she’s pretty and nice and sometimes funny.”

“Dude.” Changbin added.

“What?”

“Good isn’t the way you’re supposed to describe a date. Did you even feel a connection with her?” Kyungmi asked.

I shrugged. “I mean, yeah, I guess? It wasn’t awkward. And she seemed to be flirting with me today so I would take this as a good sign.”

Kyungmi then hit me with a pillow. “Ow, what the fu-”

“Do you like, not like her anymore? What’s the deal with you?” Kyungmi babbled. I was confused. I had said I had a good time with her, I didn’t understand the problem.

“Ok, honestly, I was sort of out of it on the date. I saw y/n there and she saw me and I felt bad about cancelling and lying to her about why I cancelled.” I confessed.

I thought the two would show signs of disgust of the girl, but the two simply just looked at each other. I hated when they did that.

“What?” I barked. Changbin held up his hands in surrender.

“Well, I’m going to just say it, I didn’t think y/n was your type.” Kyungmi hit his shoulder to shut him up, but the damage was already done.

“What do you mean by that?” I tried to think back on past girlfriends I had which never lasted long because they realized I was “better as a friend”, but they weren’t that different.

“Changbin, stop it.”

The boy shrugged and kept spilling. “What? It’s true. The girls you’ve dated before are like... nice. And social. Y/N is... not those things.”

I felt something burn in my chest. I wasn’t sure what it was but I recognized part of it was anger.

“Don’t be an asshole, Changbin. I’m not even into y/n anyways.”

Kyungmi sighed and sat next to me. She patted my head like she always did and spoke softly. “Just, be careful not to get hurt. And try not to hurt anyone in the process.”

“What do you mean? Y/N doesn’t even like me. She thinks of me as a friend.”

I felt my phone vibrate and I peered down at it.

‘Hey Seungmin, I am highkey bored in my room on a Monday night with millions of story ideas running through my mind. is it ok if i add to our story and edit it?? u can change it wednesday if u dont like it but i felt the need to ask u first’

“If that’s from y/n, I’m going to scream.”

I glared at Changbin. “Well it is and don’t fucking scream or else I’m leaving.” Changbin and Kyungmi both attacked me for my phone.

Changbin started laughing and tossed me my phone back.

“Dude, she totally likes you. She’s trying to start a conversation with you.”

“She literally just asked me about our essay, how the hell is that a sign at all?” I spat.

I texted the girl back.

‘yeah sure youre a great writer anyways’

Soon, she was typing back.

‘yay thanks~ for both complimenting me and letting me write lol’

“What did she say?”

“None of your fucking business.”

Y/N couldn’t like me... there was no way. She knows I’m into Yeji.. right?

❀ ❀ ❀

Wednesday came soon enough and I was instead in a library with y/n. She had snagged our own private room for a couple hours and we were currently adding and editing to our story.

She came in wearing a red shirt and I was shocked at the change. I hated that I noticed it. And that I liked it.

“You’re wearing color.” I said before I could stop myself.

Y/N looked down at her outfit and shrugged. “What? I can’t wear color now?” She crossed her arms in that defensive way girls did.

“I just mean you look good.” She raised her brows.

“Well, you should’ve started with that.”

The girl sat down and I tried not to check out how good her legs looked in her black skinny jeans.

“Anyways, thank you for letting my band perform at prom. It means a lot to us.” She thanked while getting out her things. I noticed how her black nail polish had changed to dark purple. I wondered if she redid her toes as well.

I gulped and stopped thinking about her so much. “Uh, no problem. I hope you won’t let me regret it.” She laughed.

“No sir. Anyways, are you going with anyone to prom? Mister president has to have girls lined up at his door, right?” She teased but I could tell there was a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

I laughed and felt nervous at her question. “Uh, if I’m being honest with you, there aren’t many girls lining up at my door.”

She looked surprised at my comment. “Really? I find that surprising.”

I shrugged. “I get friend-zoned by most girls. When I say most, I mean all.” I said spitefully. I heard y/n sigh and blow out a large amount of air.

“What?”

The girl shrugged. “Nothing, it’s just so, so, annoying when boys say that.” I furrowed my eyebrows at her statement.

“It’s annoying when girls do that.”

She gasped at my statement. She stared at me with her jaw dropped and judgmental eyes. “Oh wow, I didn’t know girls had to fall for you if a boy becomes their friend or if a boy shows interest in them. Excuse me for that.”

I rolled my eyes at her, but the more I talked about it, the dumber I sounded. “Ok, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just... frustrating when all the girls I like end up only thinking of me as a friend. And I know that they don’t have to like me, but after so many, it just bums me out I guess.”

“That’s understandable, but also, how are you so sure that those girls only thought of you as a friend? Did you ask them?”

I furrowed my brows. “Uh no, I can just tell.” Y/N gave me a tight smile like she was holding back.

“Wow. Amazing that you have that talent.” I scowled at her.

“Ok, well, sometimes I get signs a girl doesn’t like me and then I don’t want to make her uncomfortable. Plus, girls always fawn over the bad boys which I’m not. I’m just a nerdy nice dude with some attitude.”

The girl sitting next to me said nothing, which made me nervous.

“Not all girls like bad boys.” She noted. I licked my lips while she scooted closer to me. “Bad girls don’t like bad boys. That’s too much bad for one relationship.”

“Then what do bad girls like?” The question slipped from my lips before I couldn’t stop myself, but I didn’t regret my question.

The girl lifted an eyebrow and lightly flicked her tongue over her teeth.

“Hm, bad girls like good boys.”

Suddenly, the atmosphere in this tiny, private room changed.

I tried not to focus on the way her hand rested on my thigh. I tried not to focus on her lips that had a sheer coating of lip gloss across them. I tried so hard but I failed as she pulled me closer to her.

“Want a sign? I’ll give you one.”

Before I could process what was happening, she kissed me.

Her lips hovered above mine for a split movement before she kissed my bottom lip slowly. I felt my heart pounding out of my chest. I felt more alive than I’ve ever felt before.

I didn’t know when she got on my lap, but I felt a jolt when she get comfy.

She ran her fingers through my hair as I tried not to let out any noise. I gained courage and deepened the kiss which made her sign in content.

Oh fuck.

I gripped her waist to keep her from falling. She took off my glasses and rested them on the table.

“So, right now, you have the option whether to keep kissing me or to finish this essay. Which do you prefer?” My head was spinning. All I could feel were her legs on mine and her hands in my hair. All I could think about was how much I wanted to kiss her, not some stupid essay for English.

“Kissing you.”

She chuckled.

“Good choice.” She whispered before taking me lips again.

❀ ❀ ❀

I slammed my door shut, wondering what the fuck just happened.

Did I just make out with y/n for... god knows how long. Did I just do that? What even happened? We were just talking about how bitchy I was and then she did that. How did that even escalate? What am I doing? Was this just a one time thing or does she like me? Do I like her?

I took a deep breath and laid on my bed.

What about Yeji? Am I still into her? Was I ever really that into her? I didn’t even know her.

I slapped myself. “You shit, stop thinking about this.”

I tried not to fantasize about how much further we could’ve gone if our time wasn’t up in that tiny room but that’s all I could think about.

“Fuck, Changbin was right. She’s into me.”

❀ ❀ ❀

The essay was due on Monday and luckily, y/n had written enough that we didn’t need to meet up again. I decided to write the ending then edit, and then she edited it.

I hadn’t talking to y/n much since Wednesday and my lips burned every time we made eye contact.

Y/N was right. I had never gone after girls who were adamant about what they wanted and it excited and scared me at the same time.

“Hey, stranger.”

I jumped up, forgetting I was in a public place.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Yeji said with a small smile. I shook my head and gave her a forced grin.

“No, no, it’s okay. Um, how did your story turn out?” I asked.

Yeji’s eyes zoned out for a few moments before focusing on mine. “Um, the story was okay, but things with Hyunjin? Way better.”

I raised my brows in surprise. Not just from surprise at her infatuation with the boy, but surprise I didn’t care that much.

“Oh? Do tell.” I teased. Yeji fidddled with her thumbs nervously.

“Ok, ok, so, we were just working on the essay and then he just asks me to prom. It was kinda cute ‘cause he stuttered over his words, but still cute nonetheless. So, yeah!” She grinned widely with hearts in her eyes.

I smiled back at her. “That’s awesome, Yeji. You two are cute together.”

She nodded, barely hearing what I was saying when Hyunjin walked in the room. Hyunjin gave her a nod in acknowledgment, but he didn’t say anything.

He was just those types of guys.

❀ ❀ ❀

Prom night.

The biggest event of the year.

The time of year when mainly juniors and seniors lost themselves in one big crowd and the night when everyone lost their virginity. It was a mess honestly, but it was a mess that we all experienced together. With it being my senior year, prom held a deeper meaning for me this time.

Since I was a senior this year, I wasn’t required to come early, but I did so anyways.

“Hey mister president, here so early? Don’t you have some pictures to take at a lake or something?”

I turned and saw Y/N. She was wearing a dark black dress that hugged her in all the right places. Her hair was curled and more voluminous than usual. I couldn’t help but notice she put on a stronger amount of perfume.

I grinned at her teasing words, but shook my head.

“Nope, I came to set up. As the president should do.”

She frowned faintly. “Aw, you should be having fun. I’m only here early to help my band set up.”

I had almost forgot her band was performing two songs tonight. I had never heard them play and prayed they were good.

“Hey, um, you’ll watch my performance right?”

I snapped out of my trance and looked at her. Her eyes were wide and hopeful as she gave me her best puppy-eyed look.

I smiled at her as she jut out her bottom lip. “Of course, I wouldn’t miss it since you worked so hard to play.”

She laughed wildly and held my arm in that flirty way. I started to wonder what she wanted us to be. Were we just friends who made out with each other sometimes or enemies who made out with each other or did she actually want an actual relationship?

Girls are so confusing.

Suddenly, we both heard someone call her name.

“Um, I gotta go set up now. See you soon?” She said hopefully. I nodded and gently sent her off.

❀ ❀ ❀

It was 9pm which was the official time prom started. The music was blaring as the band hadn’t gotten on stage yet and someone brought streamers of their own, which coated the dance floor.

Kyungmi and Changbin were somewhere dirty dancing and on the verge of being kicked out while I hung in the bigger crowd.

Kids were kicking their shoes off and soon there was a dance contest in the middle of the dance floor. Cheers and hollers erupted through the air as rowdy people flew through the air.

Suddenly, the music was turned down and I saw people come on stage.

I smiled at the beautiful girl standing on stage. She was the only girl in the band which made her shine brighter.

I heard her introduce her band name and the song she was going to be singing, but when I turned my head for a split moment, I saw some girl crying out of the room.

I squinted and saw that the girl was Yeji. Suddenly, we locked eyes. Her eyes were full of desperation and sadness as she turned away.

I looked to my left and saw Hyunjin, dancing with a girl who didn’t look like Yeji. I felt my heart tighten.

Oh no.

“Um, this song is dedicated to a really great friend I made near the end of my senior year. Here’s to change!”

The crowd erupted into cheers but I doubt anyone just heard what Y/N just said since they were all drunk.

I looked back and saw that Yeji was still staring at me with longing in her eyes. Like she was waiting for me to chase after her.

I mean, that was the type of guy I was. The type of guy who left whatever he was doing to help a sad girl. A girl who needed my help.

I looked back at the stage and saw Y/N starting to sing, but when I saw Yeji walk out of the room, I felt something in me snap.

I pushed my way out of the dance floor and went to follow Yeji.

This better be worth it.

The girl was sitting outside on the bench. I sighed and opened the door to the outside. She jolted up, but gave me a weak smile.

“You came.” She said softly.

I felt my knees weak at her words. “Yeah, uh, you looked like you needed a friend.” I heard her sniffle which made me notice the cold air.

I pulled off my jacket and pulled it over her shoulders. “Thank you. For the jacket and for coming out here.” I gave her a small smile, trying not to think about Y/N who most likely saw me run out here. I didn’t know what I was thinking. It was in my nature to chase after crying girls. Y/N would understand.

“Hyunjin he, he-” She was cut off by her small sobs. “He left me for some other girl. He was openly grinding on her and I couldn’t do anything. I hate him.” She spat. I held her close to me and let her lay her head on my shoulder.

“It’s okay, let it out.”

We sat there for a while, with her just calming her breathing and I was just trying to be a good friend.

Inside, the music was dying down and I knew the band had stopped playing. I felt like shit knowing I had just missed a song dedicated to me and that I didn’t keep my promise. But I had known Yeji longer, I was her friend. I had a commitment to her.

❀ ❀ ❀

My night seemed like it went by too quickly.

Yeji’s parents came and picked her up. She tried not to look too embarrassed as her parents greeted me fondly and reprimanded her for going out with Hyunjin and not me.

Soon, I saw more and more students flow out of the school. The students always had to evacuate quickly since the staff didn’t want to waste their whole night cleaning up our mess.

I searched the crowd for a sign of Y/N, but I didn’t see her ‘til the very end.

Her hair was messy from performing and the sweat glowed in the moonlight. She looked stunning even when she was dead tired.

She turned my way, and once I smiled, she looked away.

Wait, what was that?

I ran after her. “Y/N, wait-”

She whipped her hair around, with tears filling her eyes.

“Are you serious? You have the fucking nerve to come after me right now? You must be stupid.” I ignored her harsh words and took a deep breath.

“Y/N, please, I’m sorry, I really am. But Yeji was crying and Hyunjin left her, I couldn’t just leave her alone. I’m her friend, you know-”

“Oh my god, please just stop talking.” She blurt. I was stunned at the amount of anger she had. We weren’t even a couple.

“You know, you complain so fucking much about the bad boys getting all the credit and all the attention and how all girls like bad boys, but you know what? You do get the girls obviously and you’re not even a ‘bad boy’, you’re just mean. You play with girls like it’s nothing and I’m not going to stand here for it. You’ve been into me and Yeji at the same time and I’m not going to stay here and let you choose me or her like we are options in a buffet line.”

I saw a tears fall down her cheek as she adjusted her shoes.

“You know, unlike Yeji, I didn’t wait for a bad boy to break up with me before I went for the nice guy. I always wanted the nice guy.”

I didn’t realize I was crying until she walked away, leaving me with all my emotions.

She shrugged in that fake nonchalant way and gave me a tight smile with tears dancing in her eyes.

“Goodbye, Seungmin. I hope you treat the next girl right.”

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My Favorite Asshole Pt.1

Okay, so I had this idea the other day. This is a Jake Kiszka x reader story but will involve the others. This will be a multiple part story and pretty lengthy, I also may be slow to upload because my work schedule is pretty crazy. with that being said here we go!!! (p.s sorry about any errors I will proof-read but may miss something)

*You're new to Frankenmuth and your not looking forward to starting as a new student your junior year of high school.*

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Walking up the stairs you were really nervous about starting at a new school. you clutched your backpack strap and with your head down you entered the school. You could feel eyes on you as you walked to the office. The lady at the front desk handed you your schedule and introduced you to a very pretty girl that walked into the office

“Hey, Ronnie this is y/n she is new here.”

“Nice to meet you, I like your shirt” Ronnie said with a sweet smile

“Thank’s I love The Doors they’re the best”

“Ronnie, can you show y/n to here first-period class?”

“Of course, follow me” as you walked out the door you were super nervous.

“So are you excited to start here?” Ronnie asked

“If I’m being honestly kinda nervous,” you said with a slight laugh

“Here let me see your schedule?” Ronnie looked at the piece of paper and smile at you “We have 3rd, Lunch and 8th period together, and you have 7th with my brothers you'll be fine. You can sit with us at lunch!”

You smiled “That would be awesome”

“No problem, A girl that’s a fan of The Doors and has a rad style like you, your cool in my book. Right through this door is your first period”

“Okay, Thanks Ronnie see you in 3rd”

~Flash Forward to 3rd~

You walked into the class and noticed Ronnie waving at you to sit by her.

“How has it been so far?”

“Not too bad”

“Yeah, this class is super chill the teacher is cool”

As the teacher walked in the class grew silent.

“Good morning everyone, We have a new student today, y/n please stand up, and tell us your favorite movie” the class laughed at the random question

you stood up slowly and the eyes shifted to you “ Hey everyone I’m y/n, My favorite movie is probably The Perks Of Being A Wallflower or Good Will Hunting”

“Ohhh those are good choices and your shirt is really cool, half of the FOOLS in here probably don’t even know who The Doors are beside our resident rocker Ronnie who it looks like you have found” the class got a kick out of the fool comment and you sat back down with a small giggle you felt the pressure start to fade Mr.Thomas told us to grab a book from the front of the room you looked at the title “Of Mice Of Men” He then started to read it out loud stopping to ask questions or banter back and forth with some students. Soon the bell rang and Ronnie helped you find 4th period she was right across the hall so she told you to meet her after class so you could walk to lunch together. it felt like 4th period took forever you were so hungry you were too nervous to eat this morning. As the bell rang you walked out of the class and to meet Ronnie. As you walked to lunch she started to tell you about her brothers to prepare you for who you were about to meet.

“So I eat lunch with my three brothers; Jake, Josh, and Sam. As well as Danny, Amy, and McKenzie. They can all be a hand full but I wouldn’t trade them for the world, They are gonna love you!”

“I hope so, So Ronnie what is there to do around here?”

“Um, not much. We normally hike, hang out in nature, go to the movies, or watch my brothers and Danny’s band play”

“Oh, there in a band. What kinda music?”

“Rock & Roll Baby”

“That's super rad”

“Yeah, you should come to hang out at my place after school today they will be practicing in the garage”

“That sounds awesome, I’m down”

“Yaaaay, I so needed a new friend” she said with a laugh as we approached a group of people you immediately knew it was Ronnie’s friends and family based solely on how they were dressed. you looked around with a shy smile on your face.

“Hey all, This is y/n she is new to town so I snatched her up to be a part of our group”

“Ronnie That was a very strange way to put that” said a long hair very lanky and tall boy with a laugh

Ronnie just flipped the boy off “Y/n this pain in my ass is Sam, then you have Josh, Danny, Mckenzie, Amy, and Jake”

“Nice to meet you, y/n” said Josh really loudly with a bright smile

“Nice to meet you guys too!’ you said with a smile

“I really dig the shirt” Said Danny “We love rock!”

You here jake whisper something it sounds like “and roll” and Danny just rolled his eyes and laughs

“Well y/n, tell us about your self” Sam says, you begin to tell them about yourself and you are vibing with the whole group besides Jake who didn’t seem to be that interested in anything you have to say. You found out that you all love the same music, movie, and books. you share a couple laughs and jokes. You find yourself in awe of this group of people who are just like you. You begin to think this move wasn’t the worst thing that has ever happened to you. The bell rang and Sam walked with you because your classes were closed to each other.

~Flash Foward to 7th period~

Finally, it was time for choir you always loved to sing, music was always your escape you walked in to see Sam, Jake and Josh sitting in the tenor section Josh was the first to notice you and he smiled and waved, as the choir teacher walked in she saw you and smile lightly she ask what section you were at your previous school and you were an alto. she nodded and asked if you were comfortable to sing a solo at the end of the class once you got the songs down so she could make sure you were in the right section you smile and nodded she than sat you by Jake, you were sharing music with a girl next to you named Becky. She was super sweet and helpful the first song we sang was Stand By Me by Ben E. King she had written really great notes so you knew when to come in at one point of the song there was a solo that’s when you heard Josh singing you then noticed a very tight harmony when Jake started to sing as well you were stunned by how good they were it took you so off guard that you came in late. The next song was Summer Nights from Grease which caught you off guard it was one of your favorite musicals. You noticed there were solo sections and they had yet to assign the girl to the solo you whispered to Becky

“why isn’t there a solo section for a girl yet?”

“Mrs.Jones hasn’t picked anybody yet, she is usually pretty serious about her solos” she said with a slight laugh

“oh, that's interesting why are we sing grease”

“It’s our school play this year, you have a pretty voice. Tryouts are tomorrow after school you should give it a shot, this school needs a new female lead”

“Hmmm, I may take you up on that”

Before Mrs.Jones begin to play the opening notes to the song she asked if anybody wanted to fill in as Sandy for practice you found your self raising your hand she smiled and pointed in your direction. Jake looked in your direction and gave you a small smile that is when you realized Jake was the Danny solo. He whisper low so only I could hear “You got balls y/l/n, let’s see what you got” Mrs.Jones played the pitches for you and jake and the rest of the choir. You were a little scared but as soon as it was your turn to come in you went for it. not caring what anybody thought you gave it your all. As the last note came out your mouth you felt a smile form on your face knowing you just crushed it. The class looked like they were in awe of the performance Mrs.Jones smiled and was like we may have just found our soloist. As everyone flipped to the next song Becky looked at you and said softly.

“You just fucking killed that”

“Thanks!”

“Now you have to try out, for sure”

You whispered softly only to Jake “How about that for balls, Jacob?” you said with a laugh, he looked at you and just rolled his eyes. Mrs.Jones spoke

“Alright, class we have time for one more song before class is over so if you guys could turn to Don’t Stop Me Now since we had a hard time with that one yesterday I would like to run through it with the remainder of the time.”

You were stoked about these songs Mrs.Jones had picked. As you guys ran through the song you zoned out before you know the bell rang. as you were leaving Mrs.Jones asked you to stay behind. you noticed the Kiszka boys were hanging around helping Mrs.Jones pick up the music stands

“Hey, y/n would you like to have the solo in Summer Nights, you gave the Kiszka boys a run for there money” she said with a slight laugh.

“Ha ha ha very funny Mrs.Jones, but y/n you were great you totally should and try out for the play tomorrow, too.” Josh Said

“Of course Mrs.Jones that would be great, What do I need to prepare for the tryouts tomorrow?”

“One scene and a song, Hopelessly Devoted for the role of Sandy”

“Okay yeah I can do that, also can someone help me find study hall?”

“Jake will help you” Josh stated his class is right across the hall

“Let me write you two a hall pass because your gonna be late.” said Mrs.Jones she then hands me and jake a late slip as we walk out of the room jake looks at me

“So you're going to try out for Sandy?”

“Yeah that’s the plan”

“Hmm you have some guts, you do know it is only your first day, right?”

“No way is that what today is, I totally forgot.”

“You super funny, you know that?” he said really sarcastically

“Do you only ask questions Jacob?” you say in a smartass manner

“One, don’t call me that, it’s Jake and two, it was rhetorical”

“No shit” you said bluntly and rolled your eyes

“Well as much fun as this has been your class is the last door on the left”

“Awesome”

you walked to the last door and made your way up to the desk to hand the monitor you last slip. You then looked over the room finding Ronnie with an open seat right next to her she smiled as you made your way to her.

“How was choir?”

“It was good, your bothers are great singers, and Mrs.Jones wants me to have a solo”

“What no way, That’s awesome. I didn’t know you could sing. Josh says she is super picky about her soloist, music in general too”

“I dabble, I love me some music, I also think I’m trying out for the play tomorrow”

“Josh and Jake are too, I think they are both going for Danny, so that should be interesting. Who are you trying out for?”

“Sandy, will you help me run lines”

“That's awesome, of course, if not me I'm sure my brothers will help out I told you today would be fine”

“You were so right”

“You’re still coming over right.”

“Yeah I will just have to call my mom”

“Cool I’ll text Josh and let him know your riding with us”

“Awesome”

You were stoked to hang out with your new friends and practice for the play tomorrow. Today had been awesome and you were stoked to see what tomorrow would bring.

Part Two

#greta van fleet #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #sam kiszka #danny wagner #imagines

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Amuto Fic (Working Title)

A/N: This is the first chapter in what I hope is going to be a multi-chapter fic. Also, if anyone has any ideas for a title, please send them over. Dedicated to my precious babies: Amu and Ikuto! Also, trigger warning for an abusive relationship (her ex was a massive dick).

Also, shoutout to @oodlittlething and @noviceotakus-blog for proofreading and offering tech support!!

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The ringing phone shocked 16-year-old Amu Hinamori back into the present moment as her close friend Berkeley Walker laughed at her startled expression.

“Spacing out again, were we?” the latter asked with a kind chuckle. Berkeley was one of Amu’s best friends, by her side ever since she started at her new high school in Cupertino, California, two years ago, after moving there with her parents and younger sister from Japan. Berkeley, herself a transfer from Albuquerque, New Mexico, (which, she assured Amu, was as different from San Jose as the latter from Japan, despite being in the same country) was a loud and confident girl, tough when the need arose, but surprisingly calm and level-headed. She was on the volleyball and martial arts teams at their school, and had met Amu in their homeroom class freshman year; the two transfers had learned to navigate their new school together. Amu was so happy to have found someone as strong as Berkeley to count on during her first year in America!

Today they were on the bus to meet their friend Suzie Chen. They had befriended Suzie last year, before she switched to the private girls’ school she currently attended following her father’s company’s relocation across town. Though she was doing well at her new school, she said she missed her friends terribly and couldn’t wait to see them today. The studio where she studied violin after school was giving free promotional lessons today, and despite Berkeley’s claim that she “100 percent lacked that kind of coordination,” Suzie had successfully convinced the girls to attend. Amu was also uncertain whether she possessed any sort of musical talent, but was dying to see Suzie, and figured the violin would be fun to try out, at least once. Suzie’s violin had such a lovely sound, peaceful and warm like a springtime afternoon spent frolicking in meadow blossoms. But just now, Amu had been thinking of another violin, slower, more melancholy notes, and a kind man with a terribly sad smile….

“I hope it was a nice daydream, Amu-chan,” chimed their acquaintance Yuki Yotoba sweetly as she walked to the front of the parked bus, waving good-bye to the two girls. Yuki-chan is so kind-hearted, even after I spaced out the entire time she was on the bus with us…I’ll have to make it up to her later! Thought Amu to herself. Yuki, aiming to attend nursing school, volunteered almost every day after school at the hospital, so they didn’t see each other much, but happened to be taking her bus today. A quiet, sweet-mannered girl like her would be a perfect nurse! She would definitely need to properly apologize next time! Maybe if she kept taking violin lessons, she could see Yuki-chan more, and become better friends with her!

Amu grinned sheepishly, looking down more than necessary to fish the still-ringing phone from her bag in an attempt to hide her flushed cheeks. How silly! How long had it been since she had seen, or even thought of, that person anyway? She retrieved the phone, answered the video call, and was greeted with Utau Hoshina’s beaming face. Amu was ecstatic; Utau was one of Amu’s closest friends from Japan, though they could rarely talk with Utau’s busy schedule. She worked so hard, having become a Japanese pop sensation while still in middle school, and was now, at age 19, singing internationally and also acting, having landed a major role in a hit TV series being filmed in Los Angeles, all while pursuing her degree in communications! “Moshi-moooooooooooooosh,” Utau sang into the phone in a playful voice. “Oh, hi Berkeley! This is perfect!” she exclaimed, switching to English for their American friend. “Did you two get your tickets for this Saturday?”

“Yes we did, thank you so much!” The girls were practically jumping out of their seats now. This Saturday, Utau was performing in nearby San Francisco, and they would see each other in person for the first time since her concert there last year.

“Good, I’d better see my two biggest fans there!” she said with a wink. “After all, I’ve been working super hard for you!” After a brief pause, she added, “Oh, I think you’ll like the opening band too, it’s a local one performing especially for the San Francisco concert.” Berkeley squealed with excitement.

“A band from here? What kind of band?”

“Indie rock. I met them last time I was in SF. A bunch of sweaty, grungy-haired guys,” she said with a grimace, “but their sound is nice. Soft guitar rifts with a piano. Just got a violinist too, pretty classy stuff. Now if only they would wash their hair more often! They better not embarrass me!” Amu’s stomach tightened slightly at the mention of the violin, remembering a certain Indie band Utau had briefly been involved with while they were still in Japan. An Easter project. Angsty pop music with a sad violin….

“-so not fair! Just because he’s a jock doesn’t mean he doesn’t wash his hair! Besides, you’ve never actually met him!” They were talking about Utau’s boyfriend and Amu’s former classmate, Kukai Soma. He was in his final year of high school in Japan, diligently studying every moment he wasn’t participating in extra basketball practice. A star player and stellar student, his dream was to secure a basketball scholarship to UCLA so he could get a US visa and move close to Utau. She acted like it didn’t matter if he came to America or not, but she always asked him how his UCLA application was going, adding a “not that I care particularly.” Kukai was shining with confidence, so sure that he would secure that scholarship no matter what! It must be harder on them than they let on, thought Amu, to live so far apart, as they have for most of their relationship, since Utua had started touring internationally shortly after they started dating over three years ago. But they were so strong and supportive of each other’s dreams. Oh please, please let Kukai-kun get that scholarship!

“Amu, please tell Berkeley that Kukai isn’t grungy!”

Amu chuckled. Utau may pout, but Amu knew she enjoyed the teasing, especially when it gave her an excuse to talk about her boyfriend; Utau had confided that it helped make him seem less far away, not that it bothered her, of course. Amu rolled her eyes and smiled. The girls stopped laughing just in time to hear their stop announced and began to gather their bags. “You two have a violin lesson today, right?”

“Yeah, Suzie’s studio is giving free lessons today, so we decided to try it!” Utau’s softened, then narrowed mischievously as she broke into a teasing smile.

“Amu, will you become a great violinist like Ikuto?” Again, Amu caught herself blushing. This time, Berkeley caught her as well.

“Ooh Amu, you’re blushing! Who is Ikuto, a cute boy?”

“As if! Ikuto is Utau’s man-child pervert of a brother! And he’s lucky he was able to record music, because he certainly can’t keep a real job!” she said a little too loudly, all the while cursing her cheeks for blushing so brightly and begging them not to turn redder. Berkeley laughed as the bus pulled up to their stop, while Utau just narrowed her eyes, smiling even wider with a “hmmmmmmmmmm.” Amu wanted to melt away. But why? Ikuto Tsukiyomi really was just her friend’s man-child pervert of a brother. Why did everyone think he should be anything else. Even Tadase….

Suddenly Utau’s face was a great bright smile again. “Well, ladies, my break is over! I’ll see you both Saturday!” The girls said good-bye as they exited the bus, Suzie waiting for them in her school’s uniform and carrying her violin case. Berkeley called out to her in her loud, emphatic voice (a credit to her Midwestern roots, she had explained):

“Oi, Suzie, look at our prim, proper paragon of wifey material! You ready to school us in ‘etiquette befitting a lady,’ or whatever it’s called?” But before they were fully in earshot of their friend, Berkeley clapped Amu on the back and whispered, “You’ll tell me all about Ikuto later, right?” She ran ahead with a carefree smile and wink.

It was true that Amu had never told Berkeley about Ikuto, even though she was her closest friend in America, knew about all her friends from Japan, and had met most of them, at least electronically. Kukai-kun she had met last year through a video chat with Utau while she was home for a visit. She had joined Amu in Skype calls with Nagihiko Fujisaki and his boyfriend Richie Preston, who both studied dance in England. She followed Nagi-kun’s dance videos on Instagram, and had even seen videos from his days as Nadeshiko. Berkeley frequently chatted with Rima Mashiro, Amu’s closest female friend in Japan. Rima-chan and Nagi-kun had dated for a while, but broke up after he moved to England for high school. Not everyone could handle a long distance relationship as well as Utau-chan and Kukai-kun, after all! Rima-chan and Berkeley turned out to share a love of comedy, so despite the latter’s “uncouth American manner,” Rima “approved” of her. Geez, that girl could be such a tsundere at times! Why can’t she just admit that she loves talking to Berkeley?

As did Yaya Yuiki, who, practicing for her dream of becoming a preschool teacher, took it upon herself to give Berkeley regular Japanese lessons via Skype. Amu had tried to tell her teaching preschoolers and teaching a high school student Japanese weren’t exactly the same thing, to which she responded “But if she knows that little, it’s almost the same thing right?” Honestly, Yaya-chan could be the uncouth one at times! It wasn’t Berkeley’s fault she didn’t know much Japanese! Apparently most American schools don’t teach any foreign language until high school, and even then only the Spanish of neighboring Mexico! Really! How did any of their students go to school abroad? Amu couldn’t imagine starting high school in America without having taken English since elementary school!

Berkeley had never met Kairi Sanjo, but knew him as the polite boy from Amu’s emails. He was too old-fashioned for the social media that kept Amu in constant communication with the rest of her friends, probably because it’s too “worldly” for his devout samurai lifestyle. In his final year of middle school and top in his class, he was applying to schools in Europe and America. He has even applied to a school in San Francisco, so maybe Amu would see him again soon!

She had shown Berkeley pictures of him at his sister Yukari’s wedding to Yuu Nikaido. Berkeley had met Yukari Sanjo-san, Utau’s manager, at last year’s concert, and knew Nikaido-sensei had been Amu’s teacher in elementary school. Amu had let it slip that those two used to be bad, but she let Berkeley think she was only talking about Sanjo-san’s addiction to take-out and Nikaido-sensei’s dangerous level of clumsiness. After all, Easter, the Embryo, and the Guardians were probably things she could never talk about with anyone, no matter how close the person or how fond the memories. Besides, that was all so long ago; they were good people now, a sweet couple with an adorable child, a 3-year-old girl named Su Nikaido. The name always made Amu swell with pride.

Berkeley knew of Amu’s mentees, Rikka Hiiragi and Hikaru Ichinomiya, now in middle school, and both knew of her, though she hadn’t talked directly to either. Rikka was too embarrassed by her poor English, but studied and looked forward to properly introducing herself in English someday, and Hikaru was busy with his intense studies and taking on more and more control of Easter, aiming to be able to run the company on his own by the time he came of age. Though he still found time for surprise visits to cheer Rikka-chan on at her track meets, always saying he “just happened to be free, no big deal,” when she jumped for joy to see him. Poor boy, thought Amu, Rikka doesn’t read the mood very well, and will take him at his word until he tells her how he feels honestly! When she told Berkeley about it, she responded that from what Amu said about him, he seemed like the type who wasn’t entirely aware of how he felt to begin with, which made a lot of sense to Amu.

Berkeley had a true gift for understanding people in that way. She pretended not to notice the inner conflicts people either didn’t understand or tried to hide, but she could tell, and when she did, she would give an elongated, kind of knowing glance, as if to say: “when you’re ready to talk, I am here.” And that look made people want to talk to her about it, not least of all Amu herself. Berkeley should really study to be a therapist, because she would make a great one!

In Amu’s case, a much-welcomed therapist. In the last year, Amu’s guardian characters had all been reabsorbed into her, first Ran, then Miki, then Su, and finally Dia. She knew it would happen eventually. As children grow up and become their would-be selves, they no longer need these selves to exist outside of them. When it happened depended on the person and how well they matured into their would-be selves, but losing a guardian character was a natural fact of growing up. The girls assured Amu that they would always be there inside her, but she still missed having them to talk to. How wonderful, though, that she had grown up into a girl who could talk honestly with her friends just the way she had with her guardian characters, like a normal person! And how especially wonderful to have such a good friend to talk to, all the way here in America, who she could talk openly to with no fear of judgement! Come to think of it, she thought, except for those secrets she couldn’t tell anyone, she had told Berkeley almost everything about her past.

So why, after knowing the rest of Amu’s history, did Berkeley never even get a mention of Ikuto? Well, first off, Amu wasn’t sure where to start with Ikuto; he was such a confusing man. She had met him in elementary school, and, like Nikaido-sensei, Sanjo-san, and even Utau-chan, he was once an Easter employee who corrupted and shattered children’s hearts’ eggs. But he didn’t have a choice; that was never something he wanted. Although what did he want, anyway? He sometimes seemed happiest when left alone to play violin in the park and then curl up to sleep on a bench. Though if he was truly happy, then why did the music he played in those moments seem so incredibly sad?

Other times, he seemed to enjoy teasing children, particularly Amu and her friends. He especially loved picking on Amu, telling her he loved her, kissing her cheeks, and all kinds of creepy things, then laughing at her confusion before disappearing, reassuring her that he would never do anything like “that.” (Whatever “that” was!) And then he would turn up months later, napping on her balcony, or even in her bed! Geez, he was just like a stray cat! Maybe I should have left tuna out for him, thought Amu with a smirk.

But even Ikuto seemed to know when to stop playing sometimes. Fighting Easter, there were so many times Amu could have gotten hurt, or worse. She had been kidnapped, shot at, and pushed off of buildings, and hadn’t Ikuto defied his boss’s orders countless times to save her when that happened? Why would he do that, though? If she wasn’t able to fight Easter, wouldn’t that make his job so much easier? Didn’t he get in trouble over that sort of thing? Hadn’t he actually been hurt after letting her escape that one time? He had been so helpless and alone, that Yoru had begged her, the enemy, to help him. Of course she had, because those injuries were her fault.

Maybe he actually does love you, thought a small voice in her head, which she quickly drowned out. Yeah, right! He probably just didn’t want Easter to stop him from being able to torment me, like a cat guarding its favorite toy!

Besides, it wasn’t like he treated the people he claimed to care for very well anyway. He left to look for his father, all the while cursing him for abandoning his family; he disowned his mother, still in the asylum after Aruto-san’s disappearance, and he had left his little sister Utau to raise herself any way she knew how, even if that meant becoming a puppet of Easter. Even now, he was the only one she would openly show affection for (she could be cold even to Kukai-kun), and he still would only see her if he was paid enough to perform with her. He had been especially cruel in constantly bullying Tadase Hatori, who had looked up to him and called him Nii-san.

Tadase. Amu’s first love. Their relationship had ended badly, and Amu still partially blamed Ikuto for it. Amu had admired Tadase since fourth grade, and their Guardian adventures had brought them together in fifth grade, leading to a relationship spanning sixth and part of seventh grade. He had been such a kind boy at first, giving everything he worked at and everyone he cared for his all. It was probably this absolute dedication that had drawn Amu to him in the first place. Once they started dating, he doted on her, always checking in with her, surprising her, looking for new ways to show her his love. But after they went to different middle schools, Tadase changed. He became a bit…too dedicated. It probably started with the constant texts. They had been so sweet in the beginning:

“I hope you’re having a great day.”

“I know you will do fantastic on your test today.”

“Thank you for being in my life.”

“I love you.”

But then they became weird. Obsessive. And constant. She had sometimes felt drowned in texts that made her feel…off. Like, kind of drained and even kind of nervous for some reason she couldn’t place her finger on.

“Do you truly love me?”

“There’s no one else for you, right?”

“Why won’t you text back?” He would text her in class! He may have been smart enough to get into a special middle school for gifted students, but she actually had to pay attention in class to keep up, thanks very much! Then he started obsessively asking her friends about her. Yaya-chan and Rima-chan had complained about the constant “why won’t Amu text me? Is she okay?” texts while they were in class. He would even show up unexpectedly after school, expecting long walks while he prattled on he, blissfully ignorant of her concern over her missed student club meetings or the test she needed to study for, prattled on about how he would graduate from his elite school and get a fantastic job so he could meet her every need and she wouldn’t need to lift a finger. She never felt like she could tell him she didn’t want to be taken care of like a child.

Ikuto had texted her during those years too, sending pictures of his adventures in Europe and asking about his “little Prince” Tadase. He teased them both so much, and Amu had yelled at Ikuto for constantly berating Tadase to “hurry and grow up man enough for Amu,” and threatening to steal her away. Honestly, didn’t that man have anything better to do than pick on kids? Looking back, Amu couldn’t help but wonder if Ikuto’s bullying had pushed Tadase to become so freakishly possessive of her.

Ikuto had been there New Year’s Day of seventh grade, that painful day, and Amu still wondered if things could have been different had Ikuto not been there. Of course, things had not been going well with Tadase to begin with, but they had talked about a fresh start in the new year; she loved him so, so much, and she still had hope that things could work! It started off well; Amu and Tadase met with Yaya-chan, Rima-chan, and Nagi-kun (who had only recently confessed that he and Nadeshiko were one and the same, and while Amu liked Nagi-kun a lot, she was still trying to get used to it) at the town’s New Year Festival. The girls had gotten matching hair ornaments, and Tadase had bought hers for her. Nagi-kun had offered to buy Rima-chan’s, which she had proudly refused, although not without a blush. Everyone was not-so-patiently waiting for them to finally realize they liked each other! Amu had added a new year’s prayer for them, in addition to her prayers her strained relationship with Tadase. Oh, how she had prayed with all her might when it was her turn at the shrine that year! She had felt so fresh and new afterward, and after seeing Tadase’s old, kind smile and taking his soft, strong hand, she really did believe that everything would be okay….

And then Ikuto arrived, lazily strolling behind a red-faced, pouting Kukai-kun, something about “hurry and grow up man enough for my little sister,” and “oh that’s rich coming from someone who only came to her concert because he was paid to open for her!” As soon as they arrived, Tadase had tensed, and Amu with him. As the day went on, things had gotten worse, and all because Ikuto wouldn’t mind his own damn business!

He had tried to buy her a hair ornament, saying the one she had looked too childish for her. Despite her insistence that she didn’t need fashion advice from a nosy man-child, Tadase had gripped her hand more tightly, as he had started to do lately when he was becoming jealous.

When they visited a maze to be completed in groups of two or three, Ikuto just had to crash Amu and Tadase, saying he “couldn’t possibly trust his mischievous little brother with Princess Amu.” Tadase had been silent the whole time, his face a dark shadow, and his hand had gripped hers ever more tightly. Her hand had even hurt! Despite the tension and pain, Amu had tried her best to laugh, smile, and bring joy back to their day, which had only seemed to anger Tadase even more, resulting in an even tighter grip. And that damn Ikuto had not helped, but simply strolled along whistling to himself, his obliviousness to the awkwardness he caused even more painful than Tadase’s grip.

The final straw had been in the early evening, right before show, when they stopped to get hot drinks. Tadase had gotten Amu and himself hot chocolates-huge with mounds of whipped cream and toppings, an extravagant peace offering typical of Tadase. Amu had sipped hers slowly to prevent a massive rush of sugar to her underprepared stomach, allowing the heat to sooth her cramping hand. Ikuto was taking forever getting his drink, Kukai-kun had gone backstage with Utau, and Nagi-kun and the girls were singing and dancing in anticipation of the concert, leaving Amu and Tadase to finally get some time to themselves. They sat silently, feeling each others’ warmth, watching as the night’s first stars fought to shine in the fading twilight. His hand had caressed hers so softly; how could it possibly have been the same hand to crush hers so just an hour past? It was moments like these when Amu remembered the warm, kind boy who wanted to walk forever by her side, protecting her heart, and oh, how she wanted him to so, so much! If only time could have frozen in that last perfect moment….

And then Ikuto had shown up with two apple ciders, holding one out to Amu. “Yo, Amu,” he had said with that devilish smirk of his, “I got an extra cider, you can have it if you like,” and then with a sneer at her hot chocolate, “after all, you only drink milk after a bath, no?”

Amu had screamed at Ikuto to stop saying such perverted things, demanding to know if he had anything better to do that harass children, but the damage had been done. Tadase had flown to his feet, cocoa spilled, face red, fists clenched. He had opened his mouth, but uttered no words, and finally just pushed past Ikuto, storming off. Amu had wanted to call to him, to say anything to heal his wounded heart, but her voice had been caught in her throat, no words able to reach him, no thoughts able to comprehend this situation she found herself in. Instead, with Tadase out of her reach, she had unleashed all her feelings on Ikuto in a fierce rage.

“Why do you always ruin everything? Why do you like seeing me hurt? Why can’t you just leave me alone?” Looking back on it, Amu had hurled some pretty hurtful words at Ikuto, and for the first time, he had looked fazed, eyes open wide, face blank with shock as Amu continued to rant.

It was Rima-chan, in her fierce protection mode, who had stood between them with a curt “I think you should go, and Nagi-kun, in his rational, peace-keeping way, who offered, “I think there are some things to talk about that might be better discussed when everyone has had a bit of time to cool down.” Ikuto had just continued to stare in shock for what had seemed like an eternity before finally turning and walking away, slumped and defeated.

Amu’s friends had tried their best to help her enjoy what was left of the festival, as she had tried to take joy in their kind efforts. Rima-chan had shown her a comedy routine she had been working on, breaking her rule of only showing complete work (a rule she now broke frequently with her comedic partner Berkeley), Nagi-kun had offered to put his hair up and talk to her as Nadeshiko, an gesture met with a vigorous offer of hair ribbons from Yaya-chan and a jealous pout from Rima-chan. Both Nagi-kun and Kukai-kun (who must have been surprised to rejoin them and ask about Tadase only to be met with tears and sad glances) offered to talk to Tadase, “help him resolve things, man to man,” as Kukai-kun had put it. They had watched skits and acrobats, jugglers and dancers, Amu and her friends, and she laughed and smiled with gratitude for them, almost forgetting her heartbreak, but when a concert agent rushed past them, screaming into his headset to get Utau ready faster because “that damn violinist cancelled his opening act,” Amu’s heart tightened, and she took a bathroom break that became a long walk by herself.

She hadn’t meant to travel so far, all the way to the abandoned fence at the edge of the festival grounds, but she had found what her heart was searching for: Tadase, head down, covered in shadow and gloom. Oh, how she had run to him, so determined to set things straight and heal both their aching hearts once and for all! But when she had met his eyes, she had met with a crazed glare, piercing her from under disheveled hair.

“Oh, you finally showed up,” he had almost growled, as if he was so angry he didn’t even see her worth talking to as a person anymore. Amu’s stomach had been filled with so much dread, but still she must push on!

“Tadase-“

“Do you really only drink milk after a bath? Should I have waited to get you chocolate till you bathed? Would you have drank it then?”

“Tadase, I-“

“Why the hell do you let him talk to you like that? Do you like that?”

“No one can stop his teasing! You know that! It’s not like it means anything! He’s a adult, for heaven’s sake! An immature one, but an adult! He’s not…not like us!”

“It’s not just him! Everyone loves you, and you just let it happen like you like all the attention! What about Kairi? He confessed to you, didn’t he? Did you ever actually tell him no?”

“He…he didn’t really give me a chance to before he left, did he?” She stammered, not understanding just what he thought was going on. “Besides, I think choosing you is a clear enough rej-“

“And Kukai liked you too! Did you pretend not to notice?”

“What are you-? Kukai-kun is with Utau-chan!”

“And have you seen the way Nagihiko looks at you? Although it’s not surprising; you even spent the night at his house!”

“We thought he was a girl and you know it! Don’t you dare…Nagihi-no, Nadeshiko was my best friend!” This was when she had started to cry. Amu cared for Nagi-kun, and was happy he could be his true self. But at that time, Amu was still feeling the lost of her first female best friend.

Her tears had only made Tadase snarl. “And now you cry for him?! You cry for Nagi, for Ikuto, who won’t you cry for?” and after a pause, “you were supposed to be mine only, but who doesn’t your heart belong to?” And then he had grabbed her wrist, holding it over her head, backing her up against the fence.

“Tadase, you’re hurting me!” she had screamed into vacant space, all festival-goers still at the concert. She had struggled against his grip, only to have her other wrist captured and pinned to the fence, escape impossible.

“But you let Ikuto do this all the time, don’t you? Am I not good enough? Should I try harder?” His grip even tighter, Amu was crying. She had wanted to scream that he wasn’t making any sense, that this wasn’t the Tadase she knew. She wanted to beg for her old Tadase back, but she couldn’t speak; her words were drowned out by fear and pain. Through her tears, the world had appeared to be spinning in front of her, swallowing her. Even Kiseki had begged Tadase to stop, insisting that rule by fear was not the way to get real control of the world or even one person in it, but, in that moment, Tadase rejected his guardian character as “weak,” declaring that he would be a king by his own strength. Amu had watched as Kiseki was forced back into his egg only to disintegrate forever, destroyed by Tadase’s will that was still strangling Amu, nearly breaking her wrists. Meanwhile, Ran, Miki, Su, and Dia were screaming for Amu to transform, but she couldn’t reach her Humpty Lock in her captivity. And even if she had been able to, could Amu really turn her guardian characters on the boy who taught her to accept them in the first place; did she truly have it in her him, even then?

She had never been forced to decide. Tadase had been suddenly thrown backward through the air, crumpling in a heap on the ground. Without Kiseki, he no longer had the heightened resistance to physical damage granted to guardian bearers. Even so, he had raised his bleeding head only to meet the iron claws of Ikuto’s character transformation preventing any further attack. Amu had approached cautiously, the arm Ikuto spread out to block her from Tadase’s reach unnecessary; her throbbing wrists reminded her not to get any closer. There had been a moment of silence that felt absolutely endless, where Amu was swimming in so many nightmares all swirling together right in front of her while she searched in vain for some piece of…something…something that made sense for her to cling to in this upheaved world. She couldn’t even look up as she said the only words that felt so heartbreakingly right: “Tadase, I…can’t do this anymore. Please don’t ever come near me again.”

And then she had run, unable to face Tadase, Ikuto, her friends, anyone. She ran all the way home, all the way upstairs and to her room, unable to face her alarmed parents or whimpering sister. And how could she have, how could she explain the dreadful things that had just happened when she couldn’t even make sense of them herself? Even her four would-be selves had been unable to offer useful words, and so just waited with her, silent, sad, scared as she was.

How long had she been there, braced against her door as if she could keep the hurt out? An eternity? Two? More? before her mother knocked gently on the door, promising they could talk when she was ready, but a bath and some sleep would help her most. She had also assured her that when her worried friends had called, she had let them know Amu was safe and just needed some rest. In that moment, Amu had been so grateful for her mother’s gentle understanding nature that she followed her suggestion and took a bath, massaging her bruised wrists as the hot water wore away at some of the despair. When she had emerged, a glass of milk was waiting on her desk, and Amu even had even managed a smile at her mother’s thoughtfulness. She had taken the milk to her balcony and the refreshing night breeze, only to see Ikuto sitting on the railing, feet hanging over the street below. As she stood in the doorway in shock, he had turned to face her, tears streaking his face.

“I’m sorry.”

His voice came out as nothing but a hoarse whisper. She knew he wasn’t just apologizing for what had happened to her, but she also felt it was for something other than the teasing that had caused it. She didn’t entirely understand what he was apologizing for that could move him to tears like this, nor did she want to know at that moment. On top of everything that had happened already, this was just too much.

“Amu, what do I do?”

“I don’t know Ikuto. I’m just a kid. I don’t know.” She couldn’t stand his long, sad gaze, wanting something from her she could neither understand nor provide. “Please go,” she had whispered, unsure of her words at first, and then, louder and with more conviction, “please.”

Her final glimpse of Ikuto was still burned into her mind. A smile so wide, not his usual teasing grin, but a genuinely kind, well-wishing smile, one concealing so much pain. His eyes closed, shutting in the rest of his tears as his face still glistened. “Hurry and grow up, Amu.” An uncharacteristically gentle voice, cracking at the end. And then he had jumped to the ground and leapt away into the night, his silhouette revealing the cat’s ears and tail of his would-be self.

The coming days and weeks would involve doctor visits, calls to Tadase’s parents, and many precautions in place for Amu’s safety: her parents working more from home, her friends accompanying her to and from school, and the watchful eyes of Nikaido-sensei and Tsukasa-san over her as she continued to study.

Tadase would never speak to her again, either because he was decent enough to at least do that for her, or because he knew how well protected she was and was afraid to approach her. Amu had been so shocked, scared, and heartbroken during that time, but she had so many people supporting her along the way, that she eventually learned to feel normal and once again began to shine with hope for the future. By the time she left for her new world a year and a half later, she had become able to talk about Tadase, both the good and bad, just like every other piece of her past. When her new friend Berkeley had asked if she had ever dated before, she was able to her the honest story of Tadase, a kind boy with so much love to give that it had consumed him and made him sick.

She left Ikuto out of the story, though she had thought about him for a long time, perhaps even longer than she had about Tadase. Not that it meant anything, of course. It was simply that her situation with Tadase was clear. She could mull over what had caused it or what could have been different, and she had, but the fact was that he had hurt her and she could not safely be around him anymore. There was no point in further speculation.

But Amu had struggled more to put Ikuto out of her mind. She could tell that night that there was so much more he had wanted to say, but she herself had silenced his words, that secret heart she couldn’t carry back then. But she couldn’t help wondering just what was in that heart, and how did it concern her? Would he ever tell her now? Why hadn’t she listened when she had the chance, before he had stopped talking to her?

She would hear he was back in Europe, still searching for his father and becoming quite a popular performer, but she would receive no more pictures of his travels, no more blurry phone recordings of his cabaret concerts, no more questions about school and if she was grown up yet, no more teasing. Nothing. She had half expected him to arrive uninvited when her friends threw her a going away party the weekend before she left for America. But he did not, and after leaving for a corner of the Earth so far away he couldn’t possibly reach, he eventually faded from her thoughts. Maybe that was for the best. She had so much to be getting on with; she couldn’t spend what little was left of her childhood haunted by that enigma of a man, teasing yet protective, that sad smile, that melancholy melody pulling on her heart….

Amu hadn’t realized that she was now a considerable number of paces behind her friends, or that there were tears in her eyes. Berkeley and Suzie looked back at her, concern on their faces. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry; I think some of that concrete powder or whatever got in my eyes!” She pointed to the taped off area about twenty feet behind them, where two construction workers drilled into the ground with a jackhammer, and started to laugh. Suzie, bless her heart, pulled out a handkerchief, with which Amu pretended to wipe specks from her eyes. Berkeley gave her that knowing gaze, and Amu laughed sheepishly, knowing she had some explaining to do later. When she had recovered herself, they walked the remaining block to the studio and checked in at the table outside.

“Ah, Miss Chen, Mrs. Mansfield had to take her maternity leave early, but the substitute for your class agreed to start covering early, so you will be in good hands.”

“Thank you very much, Mr. Nishida,” said Suzie in her sweet, refined voice to the studio manager. “Is everything all right with Mrs. Mansfield?”

“Baby came a bit early, but all is well. A healthy boy. Mrs. Mansfield will be back with us in about two months, after she’s had time to settle in. It’s her first, after all!”

“Of course, thank you so much for taking such good care of us all. Please send my regards to Mrs. Mansfield.”

“Surely, Miss Chen. Now, are these two sweet friends of yours here for today’s promotional lessons?”

“Yes, Mr. Nishida. Amu Hinamori and Berkeley Walker. Would it trouble Mrs. Mansfield’s substitute to take them in my class for the day?

“I’m sure it would be fine. He may be a bit rough-looking, but he seems like the type who can handle himself well. Now, Miss Hinamori and Miss Walker, loaner violins are available by the table at the start of the main hall. Once you’ve got those, just follow Suzie and let her teacher know you’re promotional students today. Have a great time and welcome!”

After they got their violins, they filed into Suzie’s class, gushing about what a sweet gentleman Mr. Nishida was, calling them “Miss!” Suzie explained that while Mr. Nishida was a very sweet man indeed, it was common, even expected, to call music students “Mr.” and “Miss,” rather than by the more common first name. Berkeley exclaimed “wow, so proper!” in wide-eyed amazement, while Amu was reminded fondly of the honorifics of her native Japan. The substitute appeared to be a few minutes late, so the girls watched as Suzie set up her instrument and attempted to copy her movements. How does she make poise look so easy, wondered Amu in admiration and slight embarrassment at her own awkwardness. Suzie assured her and the equally struggling Berkeley that it was quite normal; she had struggled at first too. The girls all giggled, having fun in this sweet moment together.

And then he appeared at the front of the classroom. His entrance had been silent, so few students noticed amidst the hubbub, and Amu might not have either if the corner of her eye had not been positioned just so at just the right moment. Tall, lanky frame clad in baggy gray and black plaid slacks, draped over an incredibly scuffed pair of black boots. A wrinkled and faded black button-up shirt, untucked, sleeves rolled up, top button undone to expose a bulky silver cross. Long indigo hair, only partially captured by the loose ponytail at the back, the rest falling into his deep blue eyes, framed by severe-looking black-rimmed reading glasses that actually dressed up the rest of his rumpled outfit. Those piercing midnight blue eyes, open wide in a shock that mirrored Amu’s own, boring into her soul to call back unanswered questions she had abandoned long ago.

Amu almost dropped her violin as he made his way to her, ignoring other students’ gossiping and giggling, the fiddling with instruments, and other reminders of the present world, suddenly far too mundane to contain this moment. He stopped a foot in front of her, leaning over her wide-eyed, upturned face, searching it as if he had left some sort of truth there long ago. Berkeley looked from one to the other with a slightly raised eyebrow, the only giveaway that her curiosity was anything more than mild.

Suzie was the one to break the silence with a soft greeting: “Um, excuse me, sir, are you the substitute instructor for this class?” He finally removed his intense gaze from flushed, trembling Amu to glance at her. When he said nothing, she continued “…I’m Suzie Chen of Mrs. Mansfield’s class, and these are my friends Amu Hinamori and Berkeley Walker, here to receive promotional lessons today. Thank you for taking over the class on such a hectic day, and if you need any help during class, please feel free to call on me.” He stared at her for a few seconds, his true attention still obviously on Amu.

“Yo, Amu,” he said, recovering some of his old confidence, but not the hint of teasing his voice had always carried. No, this was more reserved and polite, even despite the familiar language. Then, turning to Suzue, “thank you, Miss Suzie. I gladly accept your care.

He then strode back to the front to call class to order. “Attention, everyone. Class will now begin. I will start with roll call, first the studio members and then the promotional visitors. Listen up for your name.” Seeing the looks off confusion, he added, “oh yeah, Mrs. Mansfield took an early maternity leave, so for the next two months, starting today, you will be in my care. I have performed on stages in Japan, Europe, Australia, and the United States, both as a soloist and as a member of an orchestra. I have a recorded solo album and appear in six orchestral albums. I am currently working on my second solo album and collaborating with the Indie rock band Stray-t and Narrow, Stray-t spelled S-t-r-a-y-hyphen-t. We will be opening for the world-famous Utau Hoshina this weekend at the Regency Ballroom in San Francisco. Is there anyone who does not believe I possess the qualifications needed to lead this class?” At the end his voice took on an icy edge, as if daring anyone to speak out against him. When no one did, he continued: “My name is Ikuto Tsukiyomi, you can call me by first or last name. I’m here to teach you music, not some stuffy outdated etiquette. You want that, go to finishing school.” Then, locking his fierce gaze on Amu, concluded, “Let’s get started.”

Amu, trembling, struggled even more than before to position her instrument. Her mind was all at once racing at light speed and standing dead still. Her heart was pounding against her chest, and her blood coursed in her ears, dizzying her. How can he be all the way here, after all this time? What do I say? What do I do? How do I act? Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Suzie chuckled nervously, probably uncomfortable with the coarse character of her new instructor, and confused about the way he was treating her frazzled friend. Berkeley’s stare rested on the strange man as she nonchalantly whispered under her breath, “So that’s Ikuto, huh? Well, this ought to be interesting….”

#anime #manga #fanfiction #shugo chara #amuto #amu x ikuto #amu hinamori #ikuto tsukiyomi #nagihiko is gay af #tadase is a dick #sorry not sorry

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blizzardfluffykpop · 5 years

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Bicker With Me

Summary: It’s fun and games teasing, bickering, push and pull until someone tugs too hard, and the other lands in the mud.

Changkyun X Female! Reader

This was requested by @astarlightmonbebe btw

Prompt: 5. “All I want for Christmas is for you to leave me alone.“

They say your brother’s friends are likely to become your friends and treat you like their sister. My brother has six friends, and five out of the six treat me like their little sister, always looking out for me, making sure I look good for my first date, threatening to beat the kid up if he pulls anything. Changkyun, my brother’s other friend is the absolute worst, he’s been my enemy since he became Kihyun’s friend. Why? That’s simple, he’s in my grade, and I’ve known him and he’s the one who put gum in my hair, my mother was not pleased after that little stunt. Granted, he’s funny, but he’s also the one who ruined my first relationship, although it only lasted one day… But it was because he shouted, “GIRLS HAVE COOTIES, YOUNGBIN DON’T KISS HER YOU’LL CATCH COOTIES!” Maybe, it’s stupid to hold that grudge for something that small, but it’s a lot more than just that. He got into teasing me, pulling my hair when he would sit behind me in choir. No matter how much I told him to stop, the next day he’d be at it again. Until, I spoke up to the teacher, she thankfully moved me away from the brat. He would tease the daylights out of me.

What does he do now? Tease the daylights out of me! He’s such a brat, nit-picking, no good, rotten egg. I don’t understand why Kihyun hangs around with him, yeah fits the bill for being good looking and funny like the rest of them. They had such great chemistry together, but for some reason we just don’t click. Nowadays we just bicker back and forth, to the point here were Kihyun stopped having the group met over at the house because of our constant bickering.

There always days like today where it’s an exception, where Kihyun brings over the group, and I was supposed to go to be shopping at the mall all day. But Bambam and I cleared all the shops went to bakery and he got call from his mom to go get groceries once he was done shopping with me. I was going to go grocery shopping with him, but I didn't want to intrude into that privacy, and I told him to take me home. Little did I know the boys were over.

If Changkyun wasn't such a brat when we younger and even now. I would have totally dated him, at least once. He's good looking, easy to get along with--I’ve been told at least--funny, and all around charming guy with a witty tongue. I would have fallen for that just because of the description. But with all he's pulled, I'd rather hit his face with my fist than my lips.

I open the door to find seven guys chattering and being loud, doomsday… Maybe I should have gone with Bambam to grocery shop. I kick off my shoes, coat, hat, scarf and mittens, sling my bags back up my arm and go into my room. Texting Bambam and telling him what's happening. He laughs in a recording, that sick son of gun wants to see me suffer. Whatever major loser I shoot back. That's how I thought my night was going to go texting him away and then going to sleep, was plan at least and then to show my brother my new outfits. So he can pick and choose what should go with what, there are three main people I rely on for clothing opinions other than myself, Kihyun, Bambam, and Hyungwon that kid always looks like a fashion model more so than not; even when he’s in sweatpants.

We three even have a group chat called pretty boos even though Hyungwon and Kihyun will go back and forth at it just like Changkyun and I will. But then again, Kihyun liked Hyungwon enough to keep him around unlike Changkyun and I.

[Double B: Hey you know what I was thinking maybe C liked you over the years and teasing was his way of showing it]

[To Double B: BB I love how you're so soft sometimes but this isn't the right time for that-]

[Double B: Just admit if you had the chance you'd date him]

[To Double B: I'd date my reflection before I'd date that]

“Ohh~ Who you talking about” and I look over and it's Changkyun, “Get out of my room, ever heard of privacy peeping Tom”

[Double B: Admit it if you had the chance you'd date Changkyun!]

Why did he type out Changkyun, he never does that we have a rule… unless the trio is plotting against me… I always knew a day would come to this, “So what you going to say? That you'd date me if you had the chance, sweetheart I'd give it a whirl”

[Double B: Long pause? Is someone considering it, or ignoring me? Man if I was in your position and with that much tension I'd cut it with my lips]

[To Double B: Real cute, you know I'd never date him]

“Aw really?” Changkyun asks pouting at me, “Didn't I tell you to get out of my room?” He smirks at me, “Don't worry I'll ask Kihyun to wrap me up for you for Christmas, since I'm what you want” that's when I snap, I'm so sick and tired of this little game we keep playing back and forth, it's gotten old, “All I want for Christmas is for you to leave me alone” I say loudly, and with more ferocity than I've ever felt inside me. For the first time, Changkyun is speechless, quiet, and nods, looking at me like a kicked puppy and slowly goes out shutting the door silently behind him.

Know I've felt bad for stuff in the past but this is a whole nother feeling. It feels even worse, I guess I'll admit to myself now, I may have caught feelings for him. Because even if he did pick on me, when I would come home from a breakup or a bad night in general and he was over, he'd be the first one in my bedroom comforting me and just letting me cry it out, giving me soft encouraging words. That's the part I fell in love with, the other teasing, bickering side I could do without. When he walked out like that all I could feel was like his true spirit leaving the room and feel like it died. Or maybe it was my spirit? Because I, finally, crossed the line. I got what I wanted…

Not what I needed, I didn't even know what to follow up with. The first thing that came to my mind was and apology, I think we both deserve. It's gone on to long, and we've hit the limit. I look under my bed for a second, remembering about my chocolate stash, something Changkyun help me make, for whenever you feel mad or sad, have a bad and I'm not here. If only he were like that all the time, if only I were like that all the time with him.

I rush downstairs, I look around and see he isn't around, “Where's Changkyun?” Kihyun looks at me weird for a second but tells me, “He left, he should be home by now” He lives down the block, cross the street, right there on the corner house. I shoved all my winter gear on and rush out there. Thankfully, all of my neighbors salt and shovel snow--mostly, so they don't get sued--I sprint to Changkyun's house, making it in record time, without getting hit.

I rap on the door and a what sounds to be a frustrated groan, followed by an ‘I'm coming give me a minute’ to my surprise its Changkyun who opens the door, I see him look at me in surprise which turns sour, fast, “I thought if you wanted me to leave you alone, I thought that you and I won't mix-” I don't let him finish his sentence, “I'm sorry, dammit. I've never been more sorry, can we just talk and eat some chocolate?” He raises a brow heaving a sigh before he moves to let me in the house. He shuts the door, locks it sits on the couches with me, a cushion over from me.

“What do you want to talk about so bad?” “I think I like you, and I've been too stupid to realize it, because I thought you teased me because and that's where it all started-” “No, no, I could never hate you. Rather it's the opposite I'd pick on you and make other guys leave you alone when we were younger cause I wanted you all to myself. I realized that was selfish for me to do. When you came home from dates, bawling your eyes put I held you as much as I wanted to go out there and pummel the person that would hurt your precious feelings.” I place the chocolate between us, “I’m sorry for telling you to leave me, you tease me all the time and bicker with me so it made me believe that you hated me, never wanted to talk to me only tease. When you came in and Bambam was messaging me, and I was wrong when I said I’d never date you. I just wanted to cover up the truth that Bambam was trying to expose, it’s like the three of them ganged up on me. Hyungwon and Kihyun telling Bambam to text me about you, so you would come in my room-” His eyes widen in shock, “I thought they wanted me to check up on you, because you came back earlier. They thought you were having a bad day, and I’m pretty good at calming you down-” My jaw drops in shock, “Those conniving bastards, even my own brother.” He opens up a Hershey bar and breaks in half, “This has been an adventurous day”

For a while we’re just quiet, maybe I never realized how much I liked him, because I wanted to force myself to hate him, so I covered it up with anger, and my heart ached for him. Maybe that was a weird way to put it, but I masked my love for Changkyun because I thought that was the only way to go about it; after all, I thought he hated me. “What do we do now?” He asks me softly, breaking up the Hershey into pips. I shrug my shoulders, I eat a pip of the bar, “How about we start over?” He nods, putting his candy bar down and holds out his hand, “I’m Lim Changkyun and you are?” I smile putting my chocolate bar down as well, “I’m (L/n) (Y/n), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” I introduce myself while shaking his hand. “What’s your favorite color?” He asks me, turning to me, “(F/c), yours?” “White” and from then we just kept talking, for hours, moving from the living room to the outdoors, and just laying on the grass looking at the stars and talking about whatever crosses our minds.

I get a call from Kihyun, and I ask Changkyun to give me a second and it’s just Kihyun telling me to be home at a decent time, I laugh at him, so did you try to set us up? I asked him, and he agreed I shook my head, told him bye and hung up leaving my phone in the living room, and see the clock saying 11:47 PM, “What did Kihyun have to say?” I raise my eyebrows, “I just know that’s his ringtone” “Oh, right, he just told me to be home at a decent time” He nods and pats the ground, “Would you want to stay over for the night, 7:00 AM is a decent time to be over” I laugh, “I don’t think that’s what he meant” I mused laying on the ground, “I know” “By the way where’s your mom?” “On a business trip with dad, my little brother is at his friends house” He tells me, gazing at the stars and pointing at a constellation, “Canis Major” he utters out to me, I nod, “I got to go before my brother has a conniption fit.” He nods, “Yeah,...” We get up and solemnly walk to the door, not wanting to bid each other goodbye, I grab my phone when I turn around to him, “Promise me something” He raises a brow, “That tomorrow, we don’t go back to being bickering children” He gives me a small smile, “I promise, maybe tomorrow you want to go out and see where it leads?” He asks tilting his head cutely, I agree to it with a smile playing on my lips my whole way home.

The whole evening playing in my head like a film reel, only stopping when I open the door to see Kihyun sitting in the kitchen and asks me to tell him everything, I roll my eyes make my way over there and tell him everything, “I knew you secretly liked him!” “Whatever, thanks I know you guys just ganged up on us, nonetheless thank you.” He smiles, “Just treat him right, he’ll treat you right or-” “Yeah, yeah, I get it, thanks for the overprotective brother coming out” I groan and go up to my room, who knew that me blowing up would lead to us starting over, the start we both needed.

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imagineaworlds · 6 years

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03//Thinning the Herd

summary: Olivia Grace is a motherfucking Magician. Yeah, she’s British. Yeah, she’s got a LOT of secrets– but doesn’t everyone? And she’s totally fucked up.

pairing: margo hanson x female!oc

word count: 1,575

warnings (for entire series): cursing. drug and alcohol use. drug and alcohol abuse. sex.

(1) - (2) - (3) - (4)

What is Brakebills to me? Grace wondered when asked the question. She was sitting in Dean Fogg’s office, across from him while he ate his breakfast. Grace had already had hers. It was two joints, Walkers chips, known as Lays in America, and half a bottle of whiskey. But all of that is beside the point. She wasn’t thinking about her breakfast, Grace was thinking about Brakebills and Dean Fogg’s question.

“A new start I suppose,” Grace mumbled.

Henry Fogg nodded, “Sure.” He ate a strawberry and took a sip of orange juice. “But you’ve been on campus for a few days, yes? I assume you’ve made friends, found yourself a place here among the students. How has Brakebills affected you?”

“Too early to respond,” Grace told him, “Sir.”

Grace didn’t know now. To her, Brakebills was still a blur. She assumed that the dean’s eagerness for an answer meant that most students already had answers to his questions, as if they had studied for the occasion. How am I supposed to answer that? Grace wondered. He sure seems to know the answer. But how’s that possible if I don’t even know it myself?

“Alice Quinn taught you your first spell? A levitation spell, correct?”

“Reminded me of Harry Potter.”

Fogg laughed, “Yes. Magic seems that way too many amateur Magicians until they’ve done at least a year here.” He stood. “How did you feel doing a spell different than what you did to Professor Sunderland?”

Grace contemplated an answer. “I felt like I was in control—”

“And not the drugs,” Dean Fogg finished her sentence. “Which leads me to my next point. Here at Brakebills we take pride in our student’s focus and commitment to magic. Because of this, I confiscate anything that can distract the students learning. Of course, drugs and alcohol sneak in, but I do what I can to prevent such things. So, Ms. Grace,” he held out his hands, “Are you committed to Brakebills?”

Grace licked her lips, realizing what had happened. “You set me up with Alice.”

“I knew Alice would be a good teacher for you, and could teach you in a way many professors here cannot. So, yes. I did.”

Two nights before, it was a wild celebration at the cottage. Quentin had won the Welter’s Tournament for Margo and the team. Eliot had supplied fifty sum college students with cocktails, margaritas, and beers, though he found people who liked beer disgusting. Quentin, on the other hand, disappeared to his room. Grace and Margo were dancing with each other, causing most of the boys to stop and stare, which made the two girls laugh like school girls. But after two or three songs Margo disappeared to find Quentin. Refusing to stop partying, Grace went to Eliot’s bar and asked for what was strong enough. By the time the music died down and people were dropping like flies, due to the drinks and the drugs Grace had assumed, she was becoming dizzy herself, which was abnormal. It was barely her third drink, which never even made her tipsy.

“Eliot?” she asked, falling to the floor, “Did you roofie me?”

“That’s so cute.” She could hear Margo’s voice from behind her. “Quentin asked the same thing.”

When Grace woke up, she was next to a sleeping Quentin on one side and a frantic Alice on the other. Alice stood and paced. It didn’t take much for Olivia to realize that they were in the woods, alone. Alice was starting a spell, and Grace began waking Quentin up. Why do I have to keep waking him up? Grace asked herself. It was becoming annoying, truth be told. When Q did wake up and Alice was nearly done with the spell, Margo appeared.

“Woah,” Quentin muttered, surprised.

“Margo.” Alice began.

Margo looked to the blonde, “Yes?”

“Where the fuck are we?” Grace questioned.

“Wow, so demanding,” Margo laughed. “I suppose I will just give you your tasks now.” She pressed her hands together and rubbed them against each other, as if she were warming her hands up. She stopped. Then she snapped. In Alice’s hand a rope appeared, in Quentin’s hand a bow and a single arrow, lastly Grace had a net.

“What are we supposed to do with these?” Alice asked, investigating the rope in her hands.

“Well, you’re supposed to cut a tree down, Quentin kill a fish, and Grace needs to capture or kill a ferret.”

“Your joking,” Quentin laughed. “Right?”

Margo smirked. “Have fun.”

Grace did something brave and unexpected. She heeded Dean Fogg’s advice and speech, and handed her pill bottle over to him. Can I actually go clean? She wondered to herself. ‘Course not. I’ve never been clean. And yet, Grace made a promise to herself and the Dean that meant no more drugs. This was a new start, she had explained to him. A chance to become a proper student and learn magic— and nothing, not even the Physical kids’ tempting parties, would convince her otherwise.

“Now.” Dean Fogg sat down and clapped his hands on his knees. “You’re probably wondering about your brother. Why is he so comfortable here, how did he get in, how did he know about your parents? Well, I can only answer two of three questions you may possibly have. For years your parents didn't believe you to have any magical powers, which was true up until over a week ago. As for your brother, they knew that one day he would become a powerful Magician, just like themselves. Of course, they were going to send Liam here, to Brakebills, but he never knew about magic, and when you’re thrown into this world, as you now know, it’s a bit rough and confusing. So, they brought him here each year for the mentorship program to get to know the students and the campus.”

Olivia was quiet. She didn’t know what to say or how to say anything. She thought about her friends: Eliot, Margo, and Penny. Grace thought about the night before, about Quentin, and what he said. All she wanted was for them to come back from Brakebills South or to go there herself. Apparently, she had to do a certain amount of weeks at this school before she could go there, which was why she was stuck in the Dean’s office, and living in a silent house without Margo and Eliot. The room was silent for a while as the Dean sipped more mimosa and ate his cinnamon roll breakfast. When Grace continued to stay silent Fogg cleaned his hands on his napkin, threw it on his plate, and stood.

Fogg went to the door and contemplated his next words. “Grace, it’s important you take magic seriously and learn fast. We at Brakebills are not known for being light hearted and easy on our students. Only the best of the best, the smartest kids on the planet, get to learn magic, and you’re one of those kids. Appreciate what you have and who you have.”

“Dean Fogg, why didn’t I go with my class to Brakebills South? I mean, I thought it would be important part of my education here, and yet my brother tells me I can’t go.”

“Well, if you want the brutal, honest truth… You’re not ready for Brakebills South. You’ve been here less than any of your friends in your class, but I can assure you that you will attend Brakebills South with due time.” Ending with more dead silence, he opened the door and watched as Grace quickly left his office.

After a day of trying to capture a ferret with a fish net, and as the sun began to set, the group banded together to figure out their problem. Penny, Quentin, Alice, and Olivia stood in a circle around the weapons or tools they were given by Margo and Eliot, and debated who should get what. Another hour of arguing later Grace scooped up an axe in the pile and headed over to a tree in the distance. Everyone went their separate ways to complete their new and traded tasks. It took nearly the rest of the day for Grace to finish hacking away at the bark, but her friends never abandoned her, knowing that they had to be victorious as a team. when tree did fall everyone was clapping in support.

"Yes, brava. Congratulations, everyone." Eliot and Margo appeared at a dinner table. "You've completed the task. Now you must make firewood from the tree, cook the fish to perfection, skin the ferret, and take turns blowing the horse." Eliot seemed very serious, waiting for someone to respond. They all looked at each other, confused. Laughter erupted loudly from Eliot and Margo’s table. Grace stared them down with her annoyance getting the best of her, so they decided to reveal the secret Physical Kid’s cottage behind them. A sigh of relief washed over the class of first years as they sprinted up the hill, past Margo and Eliot, and to the party being held in the back yard.

Margo caught Grace’s arm for a moment to speak with her. “Nice job out there, Olivia. Keep it up and you won’t get booted.” She let go of Grace. “By the way, Dean Fogg wants to see you.” She pressed her hands together, her forearms parallel with the ground below. Margo’s palms turned towards Grace was teleported suddenly to the Dean’s office.

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Pink & Purple Lipstick - Part Two (Trixya) - Lost Imp

A/N Thank you for the love on the last part, I hope you enjoy this part too. Feedback is always appreciated! - Lost Imp

Katya spent the rest of Saturday nursing her hangover while Trixie sat beside her studying, and the majority of Sunday was spent in their favourite local coffee shop, Idle Hour. Trixie indulged in her usual decadent hot chocolate while Katya enjoyed an entire pot of dark, black coffee. Their coffee shop visits were almost ritualistic at this point, a weekly tradition that began when they turned twelve and Trixie’s parents gave her the responsibility of going out alone, unsupervised, for half an hour.

Monday morning, they woke to heavy rain beating on the large bay window of Katya’s bedroom. Groaning, Katya sleepily mumbled something about losing her life in a flood in an unsuccessful bid to stay in bed, which Trixie expected and was used to. After ten minutes of pleading and pulling, her best friend finally dragged herself out of bed, pulling a dark, worn hoodie over a pair of black skinny jeans, topped off with her signature boots and purple lipstick. She also made sure to cover her darkened eye with a large amount of concealer.

“Feeling like a ray of sunshine today, are we Kats?”

“Barbie, the weather is glum, therefore I am glum”

Trixie rolled her eyes as she pulled on a pair of pale pink skinny jeans and a white top and pink pumps to match. Other than the colour schemes they had chosen, they had dressed alike. Katya grinned at their outfit choices before descending the stairs once more, on the banister.

Katya’s hesitant morning start led to a rushed breakfast, which had Trixie on edge. It was drilled into her that punctuality should always be top priority in her life, another gem from her parents. “Beatrice, tardiness is intolerable an unacceptable in this home’, they had told a nine-year-old Trixie when she arrived home ten minutes late from the Zamolodchikova’s.

“I swear, Kats, if I’m late to French this morning I’ll paint your boots pink” Trixie warned, hastily finishing her toast.

“Now, now Trix, if you like my boots that much I’m sure we could find a pink pair for you”

“Have you made it your sole mission in life to torture me?”

“Why of course. Nothing brings me more pleasure than forcefully de-brainwashing you from whatever line about punctuality your parents fed you in the womb”

“Gross, Katya, not while I’m eating” she complained while Katya grinned smugly to herself.

“There is nothing gross about the female reproductive system. You and I both have one. Fun fact, we are at our most fertile stages of sexual reproduction and - “

“Yekaterina, leave poor Trixie alone” her mother laughed, joining them in the kitchen.

“Sorry Trix” Katya giggles, pressing a kiss to her best friend’s cheek before they both grabbed their bags to leave for school.

Margarita handed them their rain jackets and gave each girl a quick hug as they ran out the door to the car. It belonged to Katya though she didn’t use it much. They preferred to walk, especially after an incident involving the car and a tree a few months beforehand.

They made it into school relatively dry before parting ways with a promise to see each other in health class later on. It was Katya’s favourite class because it allowed her to freely whisper sexual innuendos to an uncomfortable and blushing Trixie.

Meeting by the lockers, they walked hand in hand into class, sitting by a couple of their friends who took the same class. Trixie and Katya were inseparable, though that didn’t mean they didn’t socialise.

“Hi Trix, how are you baby?” Danny asked, kissing her on the cheek. Danny wore dark makeup like Katya’s and ripped clothes and they strongly believed in the idea of gender being a toxic construct. And they had always been incredibly affectionate, especially with Trixie.

“Hi Dan” she smiled, cuddling into their side.

“I hate you too, Danny” Katya joked before they had time to greet her.

“That’s ok, I love you Kats” Courtney interrupted, the pretty, blonde cheerleader pulling Katya into her lap.

“Trixie, Danny, we have moved on. Courtney and I shall marry, have multiple children and open an aerial school on the outskirts of town to teach young, impressionable humans how to fly” Katya announced, wrapping her arms around Courtney’s neck.

“Stealing my gig?” Violet asked, arriving in beside her friends.

“Well, Vi, if you’re super sweet and nice we might offer you a job” Katya smirked.

“That’s not very fair. Vi doesn’t know how to be super nice” Trixie interjected, much to Violets annoyance.

“I hate all of you” Violet grumbled, slumping her small, toned body into a seat beside Katya.

“Любите вас тоже, Vi”

Their casual antics were silenced by their teacher clapping her hands loudly from the front of the room, informing the class that their topic for the day was consent, and that any and all questions were accepted and encouraged, as always. Oddly, Trixie felt Katya stiffen beside her, shooting her a quizzical look, as talking about anything sex-related never made her uncomfortable.

Ms. Winters was kind and understanding and she really did welcome all queries from her students, especially given the topic of the week. She began to make her way through the lesson, defining consent, and what does and does not qualify as a safe, consensual sexual encounter.

“Ms. Winters, what about in a relationship?” Courtney asked nervously.

“Great question Courtney” she beamed, “and in a relationship, consent follows the same exact rules, no matter how long you’ve been together. Let’s say, as an example, that you’ve had a couple of drinks, and you may be a little tipsy, and your significant other of three years is with you. Whether they are also drunk or not, they shouldn’t initiate anything that you cannot reasonably consent to with a clear mind.”

“What if they know you though, they know what you like, and that you’d probably be ok with it?” Danny asked.

“Well, Danny, it’s that ‘probably’ that gives us issues. Just because you might engage in regular sexual activity, if you cannot, in that specific moment, give full and enthusiastic consent, then that’s not right, no matter how much you trust or love that person. It’s their responsibility to respect your body, whether intoxicated or not,” Ms. Winters explained.

Katya, who had begun to feel exceptionally queasy, abruptly stood up, brushing passed Violet and running out the classroom door.

“Trixie, will you please go make sure Katya is feeling alright?” the teacher asked calmly, “and come get me if you need to.”

Trixie, who was already on her feet, nodded solemnly and exited the classroom quickly.

“Kats?”

“Trixie. I’m fine, go back to class.”

“It’s ok, I’ll wait here with you. What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine. I’m just not feeling well”

“In that case,” Trixie said, leaning against the door of the bathroom cubicle, “let me take you to the nurse.”

“Trixie. Go away!” Katya raised her voice.

“Katya, this isn’t like you. You don’t yell at me. What’s happening here?”

Suddenly pulling the door open, she pushed past Trixie and along the hallway, bursting through the doors to the parking lot. By the time the other girl caught up with her she was already mid-conversation on the phone. The rain from earlier that morning had not eased, and was pouring down on top of them, which Katya was grateful for as it merged with the warm, angry tears coming from her now, more visibly purple eye.

“Kats, please, come back inside, or we can go home. Just somewhere out of the rain” Trixie pleaded, her soft curls flattened against her back in the rain.

“Go away Trixie, Matt is going to be here in five minutes” Katya threw back at her, hanging up the phone.

“You called Matt?” Trixie yelled, feeling herself becoming more and more angry, “why would you call him and not talk to me?”

“Just go inside, I don’t need you. Matt can take care of me!” Katya yelled back.

“Clearly he can’t! All he does is hit you!” Trixie shouted. Her hand flew immediately to her mouth, appalled by what she had just said.

“Fuck you, Trixie!” Katya screamed before turning and running across the parking lot as she saw her boyfriends’ car pull up.

Trixie felt tears pricking her own eyes as she turned and trudged back up the school steps towards the bathroom. She felt awful, and she had no idea what she was going to do about it.

It was Danny that located Trixie sitting alone on the ground in front of her locker after class. She had tied her wet hair into a ponytail and removed all of her makeup, unable to salvage the messy mascara tracks that had run down her face earlier in the afternoon.

“Hi Barbie doll,” Danny said softly, “no more makeup?”

“It got ruined. I had to take it off” she mumbled, as Danny joined her on the floor.

“Where’s your partner in crime?” Danny asked, wrapping their arm around Trixie’s shoulders as she leaned into their embrace.

“She left. With Matt.”

“Is she alright?”

“We had a fight. I fucked things up and she’s not happy with me” Trixie admitted sadly.

“Come on babe, this is you and Kats we’re talking about. I’m sure whatever fight you had will be salvaged over one of your delicious blueberry muffins and a home screening of Contact” Danny smiled.

“I don’t know this time, Dan, she was pretty mad. And I said something awful.” She felt new tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she looked sadly up at Danny’s comforting face.

“Oh honey, you’re really upset about this? Trix, it’s you and Katya. You’re inseparable, always have been. Ever since that manic Russian arrived here twelve years ago,” they soothed, rubbing large tears from Trixie’s bare cheeks as they began to fall slowly, “why don’t you go home for today?”

“I can’t go home,” she sniffed, “I have to stay here. I have two more classes. Plus it’s raining and Katya has the car keys.”

“Well, Trix, I’m not sure how well you’re going to be able to concentrate on class today, and you’re already, like, twenty times smarter than the rest of the school. Also I think you can call your other mother to come get you. She loves you as if you were her own daughter at this point” Danny smiled.

Trixie nodded as Danny stood up, pulling their friend to her feet and into a bear hug, adding a soft kiss to her forehead, “love you, Trix”

“Love you too, Danny. And thanks, for dealing with, you know,” she gestured to her rather dishevelled looking self, “this.”

Exactly five minutes after Trixie texted Margarita to ask if she would come get her, as she wasn’t feeling well, her large car pulled up outside.

“Hi honey,” Margarita greeted sadly when Trixie sat down beside her, “are you sick, my love?”

“No… just.. a bad day I guess” Trixie sighed.

“Oh my poor Trixie. I am so glad you texted me, I was just leaving for my встреча, but now I am able to bring you home first. Unless you need me to stay? Would you like me to stay with you?”

“No, no, Mara it’s ok” she assured, “I’ll be ok”

“And where is my Yekaterina today?”

“She… she was busy. I didn’t tell her I was coming home.” Trixie didn’t want to lie, so she just told half-truth so as not to make Katya angrier with her.

“Ok, my love. I will be back after dinner, you look after yourself” she said, kissing the younger girl’s cheek softly, letting Trixie out of the car outside of their home.

Trixie treated herself to a warm shower as soon as she got in the door, hoping to wash off the horrible feeling sitting on her gut. She knew she shouldn’t have yelled at Katya, but she was worried, and Katya is so stubborn. Attempting to shake the worry from her mind, she pulled on one of Katya’s hoodies over her pink shorts, before returning downstairs to bake. Her blueberry muffins had become her signature piece and making them always cheered her up. Not to mention, her best friend loved them, and they might win her back some favour with Katya.

Trixie baked her muffins, and let them cool, and cleaned the kitchen, and finished an essay, made herself a snack, braided her hair into two French braids, painted her nails a baby-blue colour and read through her history notes, but Katya didn’t come home.

After hours of waiting, she gave in and tried to ring her friend, but it went straight through to her familiar answering machine.

‘Приветствие, это Катя, Я, наверное, занят или, может быть, мертв. Я постараюсь позвонить вам, если я выживу. До свидания!’

Trixie hung up. To this day, she had no clue what Katya was saying, but she liked it. She loved hearing her speak Russian because it made her smile, and there were very few things Trixie liked more than seeing Katya happy.

Figuring she wasn’t helping anything by worrying downstairs, Trixie went to go to bed, walking into Katya’s room and staring at the bed. She always slept there, but tonight it didn’t feel right. So she left, climbing into her bed in the next room over, where she spent little to no time, wrapping herself tightly in the cold duvet. Trixie rarely went to bed unhappy, but tonight she went to bed feeling somethings she hadn’t felt in a long time, alone.

Margarita arrived home an hour or so later. She found Katya’s bed empty, and Trixie asleep in her room. She knew her girls well enough to understand that something was wrong but didn’t feel the need to intervene just yet. She would keep an eye, and step in when she felt she had to.

When Trixie awoke, the house was just as quiet as it was when she fell asleep. In the kitchen, there was no toast on the counter, no wafting smell of coffee or eggs on the stove. Checking her phone, she realised that if she wanted to make it into school on time, she needed to leave ten minutes ago. However, when she answered a panicked phone call from Margarita, classes lost all priority in her mind.

“Mara? Is everything ok?”

“Is Katya home?”

“No, I don’t think so. Did something happen?”

“She didn’t come home last night, my love. Do you have any idea where she is, or where she was after school?”

Trixie could tell that Margarita was worried, which didn’t happen often. She had never restrained her daughter from doing anything for as long as Trixie had known her. She relied on Katya being able to take care of herself, to make smart decisions and to come home on time.

“I never got a text, Trixie. She always sends me a text if she’s staying out. And she won’t answer her phone”

“I think she was with Matt” Trixie admitted, biting her bottom lip.

“With Matt? For the night?”

The little information Margarita had of her daughter’s boyfriend didn’t amount to much. She had met him in passing a time or two when he collected Katya from their house, but other then that, he was a virtual stranger.

“I’m not sure. I think so, but I don’t know where he lives”

None of their conversation was sitting well with Trixie. As far as she believed, Matt wasn’t a good person, and he was hurting Katya and the fact that she wasn’t reachable by phone and had left in his car the day before added to her growing concern.

“I can text some of our friends, see if she stayed with them?” Trixie offered.

“Oh would you, darling? Thank you. I think I am going to come home to wait for her. Driving around all morning isn’t helping”

“I promise I’ll call you if I hear anything”

“Thank you, my love. Make sure you get breakfast, darling, before school”

“I will” Trixie smiled, hanging up. She loved her second mother almost more than her own. In the midst of losing her only daughter to her college boyfriend for the night, she was still concerned that Trixie wouldn’t eat breakfast.

As soon as she hung up, several texts bombarded her phone.

From Vi: Barbie, where the fuck are you? You’re late for first period and I’m worried you’ve died

: I’m serious. I need to copy your biology homework

From Court: Kats says she didn’t see you this morning. Are you ok? You never miss school.

From Danny <3: I just saw Katya pull up with the bf. She doesn’t look good. What’s going on?

: Are you alright, babe?

: Trixie, I’m worried. Call me, please x

Trixie responded quickly to Courtney and Violet, telling them that she would be in soon, followed by telling Violet to fuck off.

She then returned to Danny’s texts, anxiety rising higher in her chest.

From Barbie-doll: Doesn’t look good how? Her face? Did you see Matt?

: Danny?

: I’m coming to school now.

From Danny <3: I don’t know, it was just vibes

: Plus she’s wearing the same clothes as yesterday

: And Trixie level face make-up with no dark lips??

From Barbie-doll: Ok.

: Danny, I’m staying home. I don’t feel good.

Trixie sent one last text to Margarita, informing her that Katya was in school, and that she was fine. The second part seemed like a lie, but she didn’t want to worry her anymore. She received an immediate response, that made her laugh.

From Mara: Thank you for letting me know, my love. That girl will kill me someday. I am going to go to the spa for the day. Stress is not good. Make sure Yekaterina comes home on time today, please. I’ll be home for dinner xxx

Glad she would have their home to herself today, Trixie shook off the guilt of skipping school as she made a cup of camomile tea to relax the nervousness in her stomach. She tried and failed to stop her brain from concocting the worst scenarios that could have happened to Katya last night. Deciding, for the first time in her life, that she needed a game-plan for talking to her best-friend when she returned, she pulled out her laptop and began researching everything from underage drinking, to relationships with age-gaps, to abusive relationships and domestic violence. By the time lunch rolled around, Trixie was terrified, but confident that she could help Katya.

From Danny <3: Russian hooker asked for you

: I think she feels bad

: ew, I think someone put peppers on my pizza

From Barbie-doll: tell her she has to come home today, Mara’s worried

: also, maybe you could learn to not hate vegetables Danny

From Danny <3: plants are friends not foods, Barbie

From Barbie-doll: you’re an idiot

: I love you

From Danny: love you babe

Katya remained in school until they had finished lunch, when she developed a throbbing headache and decided to take her leave. Switching on her phone for the first time that day, she discovered she had several unopened notifications. She texted her mom quickly, apologising for the lack of contact, letting her know she was fine, and that she had stayed with Violet. It was a blatant lie, but it was easier that explaining what had actually happened.

Opening Instagram as she turned onto her street, she scrolled through her feed until she landed on a picture of Trixie. Katya had taken the photo of her best friend holding her tea at the Idle Hour on Sunday. Something about the soft lighting hitting Trixie’s perfect hair and pearly teeth made her look angelic.

Pretty, Katya thought. But then again, she had always found Trixie attractive.

She had always been aware of her own bisexuality and had told her best friend and her mother years ago. Trixie, on the other hand, had always been unable to talk about her own sexuality for as long as they had known each other - it was never something her parents had permitted her to even question. She was only more than happy to engage in kisses with her best friend though, once Katya explained, at age twelve, that kissing your friends was normal if you really loved each other.

She lost her train of thought when she reached the front door and opened it softly.

“Katya?”

“Hi Trixie”

“Katya, we need to talk” Trixie interrupted, staring directly into the other girl’s eyes from where she stood by the couch. She had been mulling it over all day, and Trixie knew, if she didn’t ask now, she would end up letting Katya blow it off for the rest of the night.

She stayed silent. This wasn’t a conversation Katya was ready to have. This wasn’t a conversation she knew how to have.

“I’m so sorry for what I said yesterday, honey, I didn’t mean to. I was just upset, and I had no right and” Trixie began.

“Shh, Trix, it’s ok. Forget it. I’m sorry I ran away”

Trixie silently opened her arms and Katya immediately allowed herself to be enveloped in a tight hug. No matter how hard she willed them to stop, large, quaking sobs began to wrack Katya’s body.

“Kats, hey, Kats, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t… I can’t… talk about… it” she mumbled between heavy breaths, panic rising in her chest.

“Breath, Katya, please. Come on, copy me,” Trixie coaxed as she felt a panic attack approaching her best-friend, “In, come on honey, breath in, hold it” she rubbed up and down Katya’s back rhythmically, “and out. That’s it, in, hold it…”

They continued this pattern, feeling their breathing rise and fall, both girls almost perfectly in synch with one another, until Katya was breathing normally.

When she finally pulled herself from Trixie’s embrace, she sat back, legs crossed, mimicking the other girl, as they faced each other on the couch. Reaching up to run her hand across her Trixie’s soft cheek, Katya leaned in to kiss her, and this time, the other girl let her. It was a short kiss, but it was full of emotion.

“Thank you” Katya whispered.

“That’s ok” Trixie smiled.

Pausing to build up the courage to say what she felt she needed to, Katya shut her eyes, and breathed in heavily.

“You were right” she admitted, “he hit me.”

And Katya broke.

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