#should i make a post about this and elaborate or did i scare y’all enough already lmao

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#mello #Mihael keehl #death note #death note headcanons #dn #should i make a post about this and elaborate or did i scare y’all enough already lmao

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all i want for christmas is you

❝ the school had started to take notice of you. lee juyeon, however, had always noticed. ❞

PAIRING ▸ lee juyeon x fem!reader (ft. best friend!lee minho)

GENRES ▸ fluff, high school au, sports au, best friends to lovers au

WARNINGS ▸ mild profanity but !! lots of !! fluff !! 

SUMMARY ▸ the bet was simple: find a date to the winter ball. the only problem was that juyeon didn’t want just any girl. he wanted you.

PLAYLIST ▸ all i want for christmas is you by mariah carey

WORD COUNT ▸ 5055 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ merry christmas! this is a gift for addy @honeyju​ the biggest juyeon simp ik !! ily addy i am excited/scared/not emotionally ready to read the minho one which ! btw y’all should read here bc our stories are loosely connected! also disclaimer: i know jack shit ab football but i tried

LEE JUYEON TENDED TO REGRET HALF THE THINGS HE SAID SOMETIMES. 

In eighth grade, Juyeon’s sense of humor was largely self-deprecating and consisted of saying he wanted to die at the slightest inconvenience. But, with his spectacular timing, he let the joke slip in front of a teacher once and froze up upon seeing her concerned expression. Juyeon later received a note from the counselor’s office and had to convince them that he was perfectly fine.

In tenth grade, Juyeon had grown past his phase of dark humor and moved onto high school football. He made the cut for the team the previous year, and managed to make it on the varsity team by the time he was a sophomore. In the beginning of the season, they asked who wanted to be captain the next year, and Juyeon boldly declared that he did. Thus, he was ridiculed and sentenced to pick up balls and clean up the gym after every practice from then on.

Now, as a high school junior in the varsity football team, Juyeon had screwed himself over by making a stupid bet with his best friend, Lee Minho.

Lee Minho was, in short, a conniving bastard. Juyeon never should have trusted him and gone along with his antics. The mere thought of what he had gotten himself into was enough to send his heart into overdrive.

The bet sounded simple enough: find a date to the Winter Ball.

Of course, it was easier said than done, but Juyeon was a star athlete and had girls sliding in his DMs left and right. He could easily find a date if he wanted to, and, honestly, Juyeon only needed to send a few texts and he would probably be secured for the dance. The problem was, however, that Juyeon only wanted you.

Minho was well aware of Juyeon’s pitiful, unrequited love towards you. It was probably the reason he suggested the bet; his best friend either wanted to see him miserable or see him score a chance with you. Either way, Juyeon wasn’t sure his heart was ready to shoot his shot.

Juyeon had crushed on you ever since you sat next to him in the seventh grade and let him borrow your pencil. It was such a silly start to his admiration for you, but his feelings grew stronger when the both of you actually became friends. You were so bright when you laughed, so sweet when you spoke, and so adorable when you smiled. Juyeon had never felt this way about anyone else and always got butterflies when he saw you. Juyeon was never one to chase after girls but he would find himself constantly thinking about what you were up to and having several internal dilemmas over whether he should ask you to hang out or not.

Five years later and Juyeon still harbored feelings for you. Now, they had matured into something deeper, but you still racked his brain nevertheless. It didn’t help that you had a major glow-up in high school and were probably the most beautiful person Juyeon had ever seen.

The school started to take notice of you.

Juyeon, on the other hand, had always noticed.

“Are you sure we can finish a medium before practice?” Minho asked Juyeon, setting a box of pizza on the table in front of him. “Also, I saw Y/N by the gym earlier.”

Juyeon perked up. “Y/N?”

“Yeah,” Minho replied, grabbing a slice of pepperoni pizza for himself. “You know what day it is, right?”

Minho took a bite out of his pizza, observing Juyeon with a raised brow. His best friend was on the baseball team but treating themselves to pizza had become a monthly ritual. Despite being on different teams, he was closer to Minho than his football teammates.

“Thursday?”

“And that means?”

Right.

Juyeon had formulated an elaborate plan to ask you out during the football game today, but, of course, it all depended on whether their team won or not. It would have been kind of ridiculous to propose after a loss. On the bright side, he knew he could count on the fact that you’d actually be present considering you were a cheerleader.

But what if you already had a date? You surely hadn’t mentioned it to him or posted about it on social media, so he was riding on an assumption that you haven’t been asked. That was bizarre to Juyeon, though, because you were the prettiest person he had ever seen. However, it was true that you were gradually getting popular, and that made Juyeon a touch nervous.

“I ask her out tomorrow,” Juyeon breathed out. “Am I ready for this?”

Minho scoffed lightly. “Are you ever?”

Juyeon frowned at his best friend, scrunching up his nose at his distasteful comment. “What about you? Have you gotten a date?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Juyeon sighed. That was probably all he would get out of Lee Minho today. Once Minho set his mind on something, he carried it out diligently until the end. Juyeon honestly had no idea who he wanted to bring since Minho didn’t like talking about girls he was interested in, but he supposed it wasn’t that big of a deal as long as his best friend was happy.

It wasn’t like Juyeon was never going to hear about his friend’s endeavors. After all, he did pick up on Minho’s slow descent from an apathetic individual to a whipped ball of fluff. If Juyeon mentioned that to his best friend, however, he would probably be ridiculed for consistently being whipped for you since the seventh grade.

Juyeon nearly jumped out of his seat at the sound of his ringer going off. He scrambled to pull his phone out of his pocket, ignoring Minho’s teasing smirk at the sight of his frazzled self.

y/n: hey :) i’m gonna drop off some gingerbread cookies my mom made after practice so lmk when i can come over

Juyeon must have saved a country in a past life for this kind of luck.

juyeon: i love your mom’s cookies. you can come over whenever you’d like

y/n: how about we walk home together after practice?

juyeon: sounds good to me

Now, the pizza was starting to make his mouth water, but if you were walking home with him, Juyeon was ready to drop it and run to see you even though he loved pizza. But Juyeon loved you more than he loved pizza, and he believed that was true love.

“She made me cookies,” Juyeon announced.

“She made you cookies,” Minho repeated, leaning forward in surprise.

“Well, her mom did, but yeah.”

Minho turned his attention back to his pizza. “So this is about your mommy kink again.”

“I don’t have a fucking mommy—why would you say that?” Juyeon cried out, kicking his friend’s shin under the table.

“You don’t? Last time I checked, she was making dinner in the kitchen when I came over yesterday.”

“I’m talking about the kink!”

Yet, even a silly back-and-forth with Minho couldn’t get Juyeon down from his high over you. He was still processing the fact that you were going to walk home with him and, if Juyeon played his cards right, maybe he could get a feel of how comfortable you would be if he asked you out during the game tomorrow.

Minho snickered. “You look happy.”

Juyeon couldn’t even mask his lovesick smile and flushed cheeks. He folded his arms on the table in front of him and buried his face in them, his head spinning at the thought of you.

“Shut up, Minho.”

The only problem with you being on the cheerleading team was that you were extremely distracting.

Juyeon was the star quarterback and frankly, it was kind of pathetic that the one thing that kicked him in the ass was seeing you in the knee socks and pom-poms. It didn’t help that you were a flyer so Juyeon’s stomach pitted with anxiety whenever he saw you being thrown up and whenever he heard a scream coming from the direction of the cheerleaders.

Today was different, though. Juyeon could care less about the screams and falls from the corner of the field. All he could think about was you and how he was going to ask you out. If his plan was going to work, it was going to draw a lot of attention and be quite embarrassing if it failed.

All of his confidence got knocked down with a single sweep when he saw someone asked you to the dance.

One of the cheerleaders broke into a fit of giggles at the sight, clasping a hand over her mouth. “Oh my god!”

You were frozen stiff, an awkward smile on your face as the guy walked onto the field with a sign and about a dozen roses. Juyeon could feel his heart sinking to the ground with each step the guy took, with each second his smile grew brighter.

“Is he seriously confessing during practice?” Sohn Youngjae asked, brows furrowed as he rested his arm on Juyeon’s shoulder. “That’s real brave.”

“What’s his deal doing it here? He isn’t even on the team,” Juyeon said, coming off more bitter than he had expected.

Younghoon scoffed. “It’s a bold move. He must be confident that Y/N’s going to say yes.”

Juyeon squared his shoulders. He was conflicted with the swell of anger and deflation of you possibly being taken, but nevertheless, all he could do was watch helplessly as you were being asked out. From where they were on the field, Juyeon couldn’t hear much, but he could see your reactions quite well. The wolf-whistles and cheers were pissing him off, but he was fixed on you.

He turned to look towards Minho, who was practicing on the field adjacent to theirs. His best friend met his gaze immediately like they had some form of exclusive telepathic communication. Minho nodded towards you and raised a brow, as if nudging Juyeon to go interrupt them. That, however, was something he was far too cowardly to bring himself to do.

Your voice resounded clearer than Juyeon had expected.

“I’m really sorry,” you apologized sincerely, ducking your head and keeping your hands entwined behind you. “I’m not interested, but I do appreciate the gesture.”

Juyeon felt a weight lift off of his chest. He wasn’t sure if he should’ve felt relieved that you shot him down or nervous that you rejected an attractive, confident guy who clearly liked you. However, he soon had no time to mull over that when the guy’s reaction was getting more aggressive than crestfallen.

“Y/N, I asked you out in front of all these people,” he said with a distasteful laugh. “Are you seriously rejecting me right now?”

“Sorry, I just don’t want to go with you,” you replied firmly, voice dropping as you became more conscious of your surroundings. “I’m sorry it had to be public but you didn’t really give me a choice.”

For a split second, Juyeon wondered how he could still hear you when you were practically muttering at this point, and then he realized that he started walking to you without even realizing. His feet carried him unknowingly, hand balled at his side and eyes stony and trained on the guy.

“You could’ve just accepted it and told me later that you didn’t want to go with me,” he said with a scoff. “It’s like you enjoy humiliating others publicly.”

Your teammates rushed forward to argue and fend him off while you opened your mouth to protest, but Juyeon was faster, moving in front of you so he was head-to-head with the guy.

“She said she’s not interested,” he said with a threatening undertone, wondering where he managed to muster up the courage to be this assertive.

You were visibly shocked by Juyeon’s actions, and he couldn’t even blame you because he was equally just as surprised as you were. Yet, all he could do was glare daggers down at the other guy with steely eyes and frown until he backed off.

“Thanks,” you said softly once the guy had left.

Juyeon was flustered by all the girls giggling behind you but was amazed by how cool and collected you remained despite that. He turned to you, eyes softening and shoulders relaxing. He knew he was getting an earful about this from his teammates after practice and most definitely from Minho as well.

“No problem,” Juyeon replied, cheeks red. “He was bothering you. I couldn’t just ignore it.”

“That was really sweet of you, Juyeon.” You bit back a smile and suggested, “Meet you at the front gates after practice?”

“See you then.”

Even though Juyeon could’ve spent the rest of practice talking to you, he sprinted back as fast as he could because his cheeks were only getting redder as the cheerleaders gushed about what he did for you. He could hear their gossip and whispering even as he was running back to his team. Juyeon was positive he wouldn’t escape the embarrassment, though, because Lee Jaehyun was smirking at him when he got back.

“You’re blushing, dude.”

Juyeon shoved him.

There was a universal law that was newly decreed. It read: Lee Minho shall never text, call, or speak to Lee Juyeon whenever Y/N was around.

The reason for that being the fact that Juyeon was easily embarrassed and Minho’s texts were not helping his case. He felt it was rude enough to check his phone while he was walking with you, but every time he saw a notification flash, his eyes widened with sheer distress over Minho’s texts.

minho: like three people asked me if you and y/n are fucking bc of what you pulled during practice today

minho: wait are y’all fucking and just not telling me

minho: i knew it was sus that she was coming over to your house

juyeon: fake news!! stop making me feel shy :(

Juyeon decided he had enough Lee Minho for today and turned off his phone.

“That was honestly the coolest thing I’ve ever seen you do,” you gushed to Juyeon as you walked home with him, fingers looped around the straps of your backpack. “Way cooler than you punting footballs.”

“No need to flatter me,” Juyeon replied coolly but his shy smile and red-tipped ears said otherwise. “That guy was being unnecessarily aggressive.”

“His proposal was out of nowhere!” you exclaimed. “I don’t get what he expected me to do.”

Juyeon smiled through the pain. Lord, give me strength, he prayed to whatever divine power was out there.

“Are you not interested in having a date to the dance then?” Juyeon asked, looking down at you curiously.

You paused for a moment and Juyeon thought his heart would stop in anticipation for your answer. Come to think of it, he had never seen you go to a school dance with a date before. You were always with your friend group. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary to see you stick with them, but Juyeon was hoping he could change that.

“Well,” you started, “if the right person asked me then I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Juyeon couldn’t exactly read your smile but it made him want to faint. The rest of the walk back home was spent talking about school and football, but Juyeon couldn’t get your answer to his question out of his head. He even walked past his house because his head was so full of you, resulting in you needing to stop him and tell him that they had already reached his place.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!” Juyeon’s mom chirped with a good-natured smile. “How has your mom been?”

Juyeon’s eyes widened upon the realization that they never stopped by at your place first to get the cookies. He opened his mouth to interject but you went on to answer.

“She’s been great, Mrs. Lee,” you replied, smiling just as big, and pulled out a box of cookies from your bag. “She wanted me to give these to you.”

“That’s so sweet! Give her my thanks,” his mom replied and opened the door wider once she accepted the cookies. “Come in for some tea, will you?”

Juyeon was practically frozen at the doorway while you were taking off your shoes and walking inside. If you had the cookies with you this entire time, then why didn’t you just give them to him to take home himself? Unless you were worried about the courtesy, it was a bit out of your way to take the time to walk home with Juyeon to deliver them.

“Juyeon, what are you doing out there?” his mom asked. “Come inside. It’s cold.”

“Right.”

Having you over at his house wasn’t exactly the sparkly fantasy that Juyeon thought it would be.

He was getting quite jealous of your mom hogging all of your attention. It wasn’t like you and Juyeon drifted apart during high school, so he wasn’t sure why his mom had to pull you away from him and have her own conversation with you. The worst part was that Juyeon couldn’t even join in on the conversation. He had no idea what they were even talking about.

That is, until his mom brought up the dance.

“Do you have a date, Y/N?” Juyeon’s mom asked.

“I don’t,” she replied. “I usually just go with my friends.”

“You’re so pretty, though,” Mrs. Lee tutted. “I’m sure someone must’ve asked you out.”

“Actually, someone asked me today,” you said. There was a moment of silence as you looked over at Juyeon while his gaze bore into yours. For a moment, you were struggling for what to say, mouthing words that weren’t being processed. Juyeon rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly once you regained your composure. “Juyeon actually helped me out.”

Mrs. Lee straightened up. “My son did?” She looked amused as she turned to Juyeon.

“Yeah,” you answered, grinning. “He was really cool.”

Juyeon blushed darkly once their eyes were on him. “W-what? I couldn’t ignore it. I wasn’t even doing that much. I was just helping out. You know, being a decent person,” he rambled and stood up. “Anyways, isn’t it getting late? Mom, Y/N has to go home soon and it’s gonna be pitch black outside if you keep her here.”

“Oh, you’re right.” Mrs. Lee frowned as she peered out the window. “Juyeon, you walk her home then.”

“What?” he sputtered out, looking between you and his mom before he caved, muttering, “I’ll go get my jacket.”

After an exchange of goodbyes, you had stepped out of the house and waited while Juyeon was slipping his shoes on. There was a moment of struggle where he had tied his laces too tight and couldn’t get the shoe on but he managed to slip it on after a few seconds of internal screaming. Juyeon zipped up his jacket the moment he stepped outside, the brisk coldness making his goosebumps rise.

“You really don’t have to walk me back,” you told Juyeon. “It’s cold outside.”

“It’s really late,” Juyeon replied, rubbing his hands together in hopes that the friction would provide some heat. “You shouldn’t be walking home by yourself, and I really don’t mind.”

“Thanks,” you mumbled, ducking your face. “For this, for what you did during practice—everything.”

Juyeon was glad that you weren’t looking at him because his mouth was opening and closing over and over again like a fish. He was also thankful for the fact that he could blame the dust of pink across his cheeks on the cold winter bite. Unfortunately, you lived close by so Juyeon didn’t have time to come up with a cool response and he didn’t want to leave things like this. There was a good vibe going on and he was upset that he couldn’t act upon it; when it came to you, Lee Juyeon was a coward.

“Um, we’re here so…” Juyeon trailed off when he turned to you, sort of thrown off by how beautiful you looked with your windswept hair and flushed cheeks. Dazed, he reached forward and moved a strand of your hair out of your face. “It’s good I walked you home and you’re not like, lost or… something—I’ll shut up now.”

You laughed, and it was an octave higher as if you were rattled from him touching your hair. “Ah, yes, a few streets down can be a harrowing trek.”

Juyeon laughed with you before his eyes settled on you. Your hands were crossed, rubbing your arms that were prickled with goosebumps. A wave of guilt washed through Juyeon and led him to strip his jacket off immediately. He ignored the piercing chill and put his jacket around your shoulders, making sure they covered your bare arms.

“My house is right here,” you argued. “You’re going to be cold.”

“Keep it on. I have something to tell you after the game,” Juyeon said firmly. It was his second burst of courage for you today and he was a little too amped up for his own good. “If you don’t like it then give me back my jacket tomorrow.”

Before you could respond, Juyeon turned on his heel and bolted home, the biggest grin across his face because he was head-over-heels for you.

Juyeon had never been so nervous in his life.

The game was underway, Juyeon’s leg bouncing as he eyeballed the scoreboard. His team was strong in the first two quarters, cutting it close by the third, but now they were neck-to-neck. They had ended with a tie and now they decided to go into overtime for the sake of choosing a winner for the game. It was a sudden death round so whoever scored first would win the game. Juyeon, however, found it difficult to concentrate.

Especially with Lee Minho breathing down his back.

“Are you ready?” his best friend asked.

“Yes—well, no, but I don’t really have a choice.”

“That’s true.”

“I already made the sign and told the team and everything,” Juyeon whined. “I really screwed myself over, Minho.”

Minho pushed at the back of his head. “Dude, I’m talking about the game.”

“Oh, that—that’s fine,” Juyeon stammered. “Fifteen minutes—we just have to win, and then I have to ask out the most amazing person I’ve ever met.”

“You could chicken out,” Minho suggested, “but that also comes with me never letting you live it down.”

“You see, I kind of already implied that I’m going to tell her something important.”

“You did?” Minho’s voice was somewhere between shocked and impressed.

“Shit, I gotta go,” Juyeon muttered, pushing himself off the bench. “Keep the poster safe for me!”

“Good luck, champ!”

Juyeon, sweaty and bangs sticking to his forehead, had to ignore every distraction and think about winning the game before his stomach threw itself into a pool of anxiety over asking you out. He got in a huddle with his team in the remaining fifteen seconds they had before they had to get in formation and lowered the facemask of his helmet. It was up to this one last play to determine whether they would win the game or not.

“Just like we practiced, alright?” Juyeon told them. “Double-wing power pass. We get them to bite thinking it’s a run play and then open up a passing lane.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Jaehyun cheered, and the rest of them put in their mouth guards and lowered their facemasks.

Juyeon took a shaky breath as he got in formation at the line of scrimmage. His heart was racing but he wasn’t sure it was about the game. Nevertheless, he steeled his nerves and held his ground. The whistle blew and the crowd was silent, observing the tension on the field carefully.

“Silver-80! Silver-80! Hut! Hut! Hike!” Juyeon yelled, and the center, Sangyeon, snapped the ball to him.

Juyeon faked a handoff to Jaehyun, the fullback, and spun around, rolling to his right. Changmin sped up in front of Juyeon to defend him. A smile tugged at Juyeon’s lips. Their plan was working just as he intended, but there was a problem: they couldn’t open up a passing lane for the running backs like he thought they would. The play was too rushed, so it wasn’t ever a guarantee.

So Juyeon had to do what he would normally deem crazy.

He spun at the sight of the other team coming to tackle him and skirted around the field, belting down the field. He dodged past another linebacker that tried to body him. His primary motivation was that he didn’t want a concussion before he confessed to you, but he assumed it was okay to admit that to himself as long as he didn’t throw the game.

Juyeon felt a hand grab him but he pushed forward, running across the goal line and into the end zone. He threw the ball down and cried out in joy as he scored a touchdown. The whistle blew and the scoreboard flipped. They won.

He did it.

Juyeon’s team ran to him, cheering at the top of their lungs. He was lifted up on Jaehyun and Younghoon’s shoulders, grinning happily before his heart sunk back down. The cheerleaders ran to the field, cheering and tossing their pom poms up. The crowd was roaring. Juyeon was realizing that he had to do the scariest thing that a heterosexual teenage boy ever had to experience.

“Jaehyun, Jaehyun,” Juyeon tapped his shoulder quickly. “We have no time. I have to do it now.”

“Oh shit.”

Jaehyun and Younghoon dropped Juyeon onto the turf. Juyeon winced at the sudden impact, gathering himself back to his feet and hoping you didn’t witness that. Jaehyun gave him a half-assed apology and pushed him forward to run and get his poster and flowers from Minho. Jaehyun then grabbed Changmin by the shoulders, urging him to go to the announcer’s booth.

Juyeon sprinted over to Minho, waving his hands dramatically. “Give, give, give,” he demanded amongst all the cheering.

Minho didn’t waste any time and pushed the poster and bouquet into Juyeon’s hands. “Break a leg, tiger.”

“Trust me, I nearly did.”

Juyeon jogged back onto the field, cheeks hot and head a little dizzy for what was about to come. He didn’t even tell his mom he was going to ask you out and she had to watch her son ask his best friend out to the dance. This was probably going to be a moment of utter humiliation but once Juyeon saw you in your high ponytail with a bright smile on your face, all that fear faded away and it was just you and him.

More importantly, you were wearing his jacket over your uniform and Juyeon felt like he was going to combust from the cuteness.

“Guys, guys,” Jaehyun called to the team. “Surround Juyeon. Make sure Y/N doesn’t see him.”

Juyeon’s heart was beating a hundred miles per second. He was glad he was running on the adrenaline from winning the game because otherwise, he would be cowering in fear and sweating buckets right now.

“Everyone, listen up!” Changmin spoke over the intercom. “First of all, the football team scored a major dub today—ow! Sunwoo, cut it out—alright, I’ll get to it!” Changmin broke from the mic and started bickering with Sunwoo.

There was a pause, and Juyeon was surprised to hear Minho’s voice fill the speakers, “Anyways, my buddy and our star quarterback, Juyeon, has something to say for a special someone.”

The crowd fell silent, a couple cheers and wolf-whistles as it was pretty obvious that a confession was about to happen.

“This is so fucking fluffy,” Sunwoo mumbled.

“Shut up, Sunwoo,” Juyeon replied, nudging him with his elbow.

The football team moved out of the way so that they weren’t huddled around Juyeon anymore. Juyeon’s breath caught in his throat as he walked forward to the middle of the field, holding up his sign, reading: Will you be my sunshine?

“Y/N,” he called out loudly, “honestly this confession is long overdue, but will you go to Winter Ball with me tonight and be my sunshine?”

The crowd started cheering and whistling again, and Juyeon wanted to die. She hadn’t even given him her answer yet and everyone was acting like she had agreed and they eloped. The cheerleaders pushed Y/N forward and she approached Juyeon, looking like a deer in headlights.

Juyeon took another shaky breath and continued, “I’ve been in love with you for so long so it would be an honor if I could take you to the dance,” he said and his voice dropped to a whisper. “I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable for you.”

You bit your lip but that wasn’t enough to contain the happiness that showed on your face. You zipped up Juyeon’s jacket and threw yourself into his arms. Everyone practically exploded but Juyeon was sure his heartbeat was louder. He wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your shoulder.

Was this what people called a Christmas miracle?

“Oh shit!” Changmin screamed over the intercom. (“Shut up, they’re having a moment,” Minho’s faint voice was picked up in the background).

“Oh my god, you just made me the happiest man alive,” he mumbled.

You pulled back and reached forward to move his damp bangs off of his forehead. “Took you long enough.”

“Wait, did you—did you like me?” Juyeon choked out.

You laughed and cupped his face in your hands. There was a shaky inhale and exhale of breaths when his lips brushed against yours, and Juyeon closed the distance, kissing you like he was starved of your touch. His hold tightened on you as you melted into him, and then you both pulled away, smiling and dazed and lovesick.

You giggled. “Does that answer your question?”

“Yes,” he breathed out, grinning as he brushed his nose against yours.

Juyeon could care less about all the presents and holiday cheer because he had you and you were all he wanted.

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Insomnia

I was going to post ITSWM tonight, but I haven’t slept properly in a couple days so my brain isn’t working enough to do the final edits. 

So, instead y’all can have this mini fic I wrote whilst on my lunch break in an effort to stay awake. 

Pairing: Hotchniss

Words: 1,439

When Emily was young, sleep came easily to her. She adapted quickly to the frequent time zone changes, jetlag something that she could never relate to when her college friends would bitch about it after summer break. 

After Ian Doyle, and the time she spent with him, sleep was harder to come by. She felt on edge for a long time after paperwork was submitted claiming Lauren Reynolds was dead, the smell of cigarette smoke and whiskey infiltrating her senses whenever she laid in bed and tried to close her eyes. It faded eventually, as she would learn it always did, and she was able to get back to somewhat of a sleeping pattern. 

Emily’s ability to function on relatively little sleep proved useful at the BAU. Long cases, short nights and very few days off would have cracked someone who wasn’t used to it. Who didn’t know the pull of sleepiness that they could not reach no matter how much they wanted to. 

There were times when it would return. She’d slink into her apartment after a case that dragged on too long, her body exhausted, and lay on her bed and nothing would happen. 

She managed, and if (when) the team noticed she had more coffee than usual they never said anything.

After all, they’d all seen things that had stolen away more than one night's sleep. 

Emily found a balance that worked for her when her insomnia would strike. Coffee with extra Splenda, enough donuts to sink a small ship, and naps whenever her brain would let her exhausted body rest. And it worked.

Until Doyle came back. 

When she looks back at it, she realises that she never really rested in Paris. Not once. The constant fear Ian would find out she was alive was eating away at her, keeping her awake at night as she laid there and imagined him killing off the team, her family one by one. 

The thing that sustained her, that helped her was hope. Stupid, dangerous, hope that she would get to go back. Get to be a part of her family again. And it happened. 

And then she found him. Aaron, who had really been there all along, was suddenly the most obvious person in the world for her to be with, to be around. Like a light had been switched on that she hadn’t even realised was turned off in the first place. 

Part of Emily would always be a tiny bit embarrassed that the only reason they happened was because they both got catastrophically drunk on a night out with the team. She likes to think that they would have happened eventually, that something other than one too many margaritas would have made them take that final step. 

She just hoped that one day she would be able to take Derek’s teasing about finding her and Aaron making out in an alley without flushing pink. Whenever he told the story, each time more elaborate than the last, she would narrow her eyes at him, her threat of violence dying in her throat when Aaron would wrap his arm around her waist and press a kiss to her temple. He would then threaten Derek with more paperwork than any one man could handle. 

It was unlike any other relationship she had ever had. They had no secrets from each other, having truly seen each other at their worst long before anything romantic had ever happened between them. Emily loved him so much it scared her sometimes, not used to so much of her happiness being so reliant on another person. 

In past relationships she had tried to hide it when she couldn’t sleep. Either laying still beside partners as they slept, silently hating them as their snores infiltrated the room, each deep breath feeling like a taunt. Or she would sneak out of the bedroom, find solace in the living room and lie easily when they asked her how long she’d been up when they woke in the morning. 

With Aaron that wasn’t necessary, because he experienced it too. He knew how elusive sleep could be, and how frustrating it was when it couldn’t be reached. 

Emily almost liked it when they both couldn’t sleep. Too wired from an awful case, or just happenstance. It was like extra time just for them. They’d lay in bed and talk, and have slow, lazy sex until the sun rose. Leaving them exhausted in a way the others would make fun of them for when they got to the office, but she’d tease them back. Make them feel uncomfortable. A glint in her eye despite her almost complete lack of sleep. 

Most of the time they wouldn’t line up with each other. She’d wake to find him sat up in bed, a hand gently playing with her hair as he stared off into space. Once he’d realise she was awake he would lay back down with her, make her drift off with a promise on his lips that he was ok. Emily would feel guilty on those occasions, even though she wouldn’t want him to feel that way when she couldn’t sleep, just like she couldn’t tonight.

She had slipped out of bed, out of his arms, after what felt like several hours of trying to rest. Something making her brain whir without her being able to really place it. She sat in the window seat in the bay window in their living room. One of the true selling points of the property that she had fallen in love with instantly when they saw it for the first time. He’d wrapped his arms around her, and whispered into her neck that it’s where she could sit on her sleepless nights.

Emily couldn’t bring herself to care just how well he knew her, just how right he was.

“Sweetheart?” 

She turns to look at him, smiles as he rubs his hands over his eyes as he makes it to the bottom of the staircase. “Hey, what are you doing up?” She asks softly, always aware that Jack was still asleep. 

The pre-teen slept enough for all three of them combined. 

“I woke up and you weren’t there.” He answers simply, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he makes it to her side. “I wanted to check on you.” 

She shifts without him asking, making room between her and the wall she’d been leaning on for him to get in behind her. “It’s 2.30am, love.” She leans into him, taking one of his hands to press a kiss into it as she speaks. “You should sleep.” 

He hums into the top of her head and wraps his arms around her tighter. “What is it this time, do you know?” 

Emily shakes her head. “My brain just won’t switch off.” 

“You didn’t really sleep last night either.” 

She tilts her head to look up at him and smiles. He never missed anything, and she loved him for it. “No, I didn't.” 

Aaron trails his fingers up and down her arm for a while and they sit in silence, watching the world go by outside their house. “Come on, Em. Let’s go to bed.” 

“I won’t sleep.” She replies. “Not much anyway.” 

“That’s ok.” He moves to stand, forcing her to get up too. Aaron grabs her hand and starts to guide them upstairs. “Think of it as you doing me a favour.” 

She laughs at that, a little too loudly considering Jack was in the house, and she covers her mouth to stop the sound for a moment. “A favour?” 

Aaron nods as he pulls their bedroom door closed behind them. “Yeah, a favour.” He pulls her into his arms and holds her tightly. “I just sleep better when I’m holding you.” 

Emily shakes her head against his chest, a scoff escaping her. “You are ridiculous.” 

She relents, knowing she likes being held by him even more than he likes holding her, and climbs into bed. She lets herself get crowded by him, all of her senses overwhelmed by his presence in a way that if it was anyone else it would annoy her. 

It doesn’t take him long to fall back to sleep, the change in his breathing against the back of her neck an obvious sign. 

She lays there in the arms of the man she loved with every part of her, safe in the knowledge he loved her just as much, and she waits for the sun to rise. 

Sleep might have been just out of her reach, but he wasn’t. And somehow that was everything. 

#Hotchniss #hotchniss fan fic #hotchniss mini fic #hotchniss fan fiction #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #fluff #remember i wrote this #lol #mini fic #criminal minds fanfiction

[nastybuckybarnes]

Monsters  -  Eleven (Alternate Ending)

Pairing: Dark!Bucky X Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a man who just wants to do better. But he can’t stop the monster from coming out every now and then. As a last and hopeless attempt at calming The Winter Soldier, SHIELD finds him something they figured would help. An innocent young woman with not a lot going for her. Or, The Winter Soldiers newest victim.

Warnings: Language, Violence, Injuries, Fluff, Mentions of Mental Disorders and Personality Disorders (of which I've used personal experiences as references)

Word Count: 2.8K

A/n: Fourth day of ficmas and y’all get an alternate ending!! The end of this has given me an idea for a new dark!Fic that could potentially become a dark series but idk yet. Anyway, enjoy!! 

A/n 2: This doesn’t fall in line with Madness or Bad Dream, but idc

THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING CONTENT!!!

Series Masterlist

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“(Y/n)? Honey? You in here?” Bucky hesitantly pushes open the front door, senses on high alert in case you make a hostile move.

“James?”

He walks slowly into the living room, smiling softly when he sees you.

“Hey,” he whispers. You eye him warily and he sighs.

“I’m sorry,” he begins gently, sitting down next to you, “I know what I did was wrong, and I know it looks like I chose her over you, but I’m here for you now. And I’m gonna be here for you as long as you’ll have me.”

You stare at him for a moment longer before grinning.

“You need me,” you state. He looks at you, waiting for you to continue. “That’s why you came back,” you elaborate, “because you need me. Because you know that Natasha won’t be able to handle you the way I can.”

He swallows hard, thinking back to the way Nat was appalled by the video.

“You’re right.”

You giggle, shaking your head at him. “I know. I know I’m right. I’m the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to you! You’d be lost without me and you’re now realizing it, aren’t you?” His guard is up in an instant, your outburst making him uneasy.

You get up off the couch to stand in front of him, hands on your hips.

“You hurt my feelings, James.” He nods, reaching for your hands slowly. You allow him to take them and watch as he presses gentle kisses to your knuckles.

“I know. And I’m sorry. And you’re right again. I do need you. More than I’ve ever needed anybody and that scares me.” You ponder this for a moment, thinking about all the pictures he received.

“How long were you with her?” He sighs heavily and closes his eyes tightly.

“A month. Maybe longer. At first, she was just something for the soldier when you weren’t there but… I’m not sure why I kept going back. I care about you, I really do.” You hum, pushing his hands away and straddling his waist.

You lean down, lips brushing over his just gently before you smile again.

“I fucked Steve last night. Several times.” A growl rumbles deep in his chest and you pull away for a moment, grinning wickedly as you see his eyes glaze over slightly. His hands grip your hips tightly and he takes a deep breath.

“Your best friend fucked me. For hours. Because you were too busy picking that stupid fucking bitch over me. That’s a lesson for you. I can get whoever I want, whenever I want. You need me, not the other way around. Remember that.” You push yourself off of his lap and walk to the staircase.

“In time you can have me again. But not now. If the soldier needs me, he can have me, but not you, James. Not yet.” He sits panting on the couch, eyes trained on your backside as you leave him confused and aroused.

You close the door to your bedroom and plop yourself down on your bed, ignoring the nagging voice in the back of your mind, the one that’s begging you to leave him. He hurt you, but he’s back. He must care about you or else he wouldn’t have come back, right?

As you’re pondering this, the window slides open with a soft thud. You turn to the sound, anger coursing through your veins as you see the redhead climbing into your room.

“What are you doing here?” You demand, uncurling your legs and climbing off the bed. She closes the window silently and holds her hands up in surrender.

“I just want to talk. Please.” You eye her warily but stay seated at the edge of the bed.

“He came home to me. He chose me. So if you’re gonna try and convince me that he wants you, think again,” you snark, hoping to hurt her feelings before physically hurting her again.

She shakes her head, sitting down slowly on the floor a few feet in front of you, giving you the upper hand if you wanted to get physical.

“He doesn’t deserve you.” You furrow your brows in absolute confusion at her statement. You were expecting a lot of things; yelling, screaming, insults, violence. But this is the absolute opposite of what you had prepared yourself for.

“You don’t even know me,” you scoff, shaking your head at her.

She raises her eyebrows at that. “I know about your parents. Your dad, the paranoid schizophrenic who abused you because he thought he was doing what God wanted. And your mom, the Narcissist who neglected you.”

Your hands start trembling as she brings up people who you’ve fought to forget. The people who made you the way you are.

“You don’t know anything about them. Or me. You’re just-” “Just what? Telling you the truth? Reminding you of the fact that you were raised by them, yet you turned out to be a beautiful, smart, independent young woman?” You look at her, uncertain of where she’s going with this but still angry at the fact that she knows about your past.

“You may have been raised by them, you may have had a difficult childhood, and you may be dealing with something that very few other people can understand, but that doesn’t make you a bad person. You’re not a bad person. You’re hurting, and you’re scared, and I know deep down that you know this isn’t a healthy relationship. But it can stop. We can stop this.”

“You think you know me, don't you? You think you’ve got me all figured out. You don’t. You don’t know a single damn thing about me and I’m tired of you pretending like you do.”

You stand up, glaring at her as she slowly rises to her feet.

“First you come in and intrude on my relationship, make the man who loves me question his devotion to me. Then you come into my room, in my space, and try to tell me that you know all about me. Well, guess what? You don’t. You don’t know a single damn thing about me. You think that because you’ve got the files and the information that you know a single thing about what I’ve done.”

You lean closer to her, lips just barely brushing over the shell of her ear.

“I’ve killed people before, Natasha.” She furrows her brows. You pull away and grin, batting your lashes at her.

“I’ve killed so many people, I’ve lost count. But I remember their faces. Do you wanna know why I did it?” She’s silent but you continue anyway.

“I did it because of the rush. The power of knowing that you hold someone’s life in your hands... and you ended it. It’s euphoric. I may never get enough of it. And when I plan a kill, I plan it precisely. I make sure they have no idea and then... then I pounce.” She backs up a step, inhaling sharply when her back gets pressed into the wall.

“I guess I should thank you, Natty. If it wasn’t for you, I’d still be that sweet innocent girl I pretend I am. The one who I’ve been since I moved here. But now that I don’t have to pretend anymore... I feel free. And I’m ready for my next kill. Do you wanna know who it’s gonna be?”

She shakes her head, feeling genuine fear as you talk so casually about ending innocent lives.

“I’ll give you a hint: she’s a woman. And she stuck her nose where it didn’t belong. Do you have any guesses yet?”

“If you kill me, Fury will kill you. I have no doubt about that.” You snicker and pull away, looking her up and down.

“Yeah... but I’ve got someone on my side who isn’t afraid of him. Someone who’d choose me over you in a heartbeat. You may have James, but I have the soldier. He's perfect. Everything I need and more.

“He broke you!”

“He didn’t break me!” You snarl, fist slamming into the wall beside her head. “He showed me who I am and how much I can take. And let me tell you, having those boundaries pushed... it really opens your eyes to what you can endure as a person. It’s a really spiritual process. Would you like to try it?” You ask, eyes wide and full of mischief.

“No. (Y/n) you’re better than this, I know you are.” You laugh, shaking your head and staring into her eyes.

“See, that's where you’re wrong. And that’s what your problem is. You think you’ve got everyone all figured out. But you don’t. You think I’m better than this? I’m not. I can tell you that right now. I’m not the damsel in distress that you think I am. I don’t need your help. Because I like the way I am. I’m fucking perfect! Men want me, I have a purpose. And now, I can get away with whatever the fuck I want. Murder included.”

“James would never-” “You wanna call James up here? See how he likes you intruding on his space? As soon as he sees me and you in any type of fight, the soldier will step in. I know how to trigger him without those special words.” The colour drains from her face and you nod.

“Him and I? We could be great together. I just need you and James out of the way. And look, you’ve handed yourself to me on a silver fucking platter. So Bravo, Natasha.”

“So what? You’re gonna kill me? Then what?”

You shake your head, fingers stroking her cheek gently.

“I’m gonna post that little video of us first. And then, after the good name of The Avengers has been destroyed, I’m gonna take you somewhere nice and quiet and I’m gonna put a bullet between your pretty green eyes. By then, James will be too consumed with his feelings to fight off the soldier, and I’ll have everything I could ever want.”

“Why?”

“Why am I like this? You said it yourself. Daddy was an abusive schizophrenic and mommy was a neglectful narcissist. They made me like this. I’ve pushed it down for too long.”

“But you can be kind! Caring and compassionate and forgiving! You don’t have to be like this!”

“You want me to be kind and forgiving? Ha! The world isn’t kind nor is it forgiving. Why should I be any different?” She shakes her head at you. “I can’t let you do this.” You raise your eyebrows at her and look her up and down.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it? You gonna hurt me?”

She has the two of you in opposite positions in a heartbeat, a knife from her thigh plunged into your side.

You cry out in pain, slumping against the wall.

“James!” You shout, eyes full of pure evil as you look at the redhead in front of you.

Her eyes widen as you rip the knife out of your gut and shove it into hers.

The door bursts open as he runs into the room.

“Nat? What’s...” he trails off and you see the switch as the soldier takes over upon seeing you injured. Natasha is torn from you and tossed to the floor while the soldier hovers over you, inspecting the knife wound for a moment before looking back over his shoulder to where the threat is.

She scrambles to her feet and holds one of her hands up in surrender, the other going to her gut and gently holding around the knife wound

“James, listen to me. You need to understand that she isn’t who she says she is.”

You grab his hand, holding tightly and doing your best to look innocent.

“She came in here and tried to convince me to leave you. When I refused she stabbed me and said I was a monster just like you. I-I didn’t want her to hurt you... I had to do it...” You can see him struggling, trying to regain control of his body as the soldier reaches out to you.

“Bucky, Listen to me. She's not who you think she is. I know I vouched for her in the beginning but now it’s different. You’ve gotta listen to me. She’s dangerous. Please. She stabbed you and she stabbed me, James please.”

He looks between the two of you, clearly measuring his options.

“You chose her once, James. Don’t make the same mistake. Please. I trusted you.” You can see the confusion and anguish in his eyes as he looks at you then over at Nat.

“James, please. Please, you need to believe me. I wouldn’t lie to you about this. I know you’re in there.”

“No! She hurt me! She tried to get me to leave you! She tried to come between us! Don’t let her get away with it! Please, James. Please. She did it once, what’s stopping her from doing it again?”

It’s silent for a very long time, the two of you staring at the man, waiting for him to make his decision. When you see his shoulders tense and his jaw clench, you know you’ve won this fight.

The soldier turns to Nat, metal plates in his arm whirring as he clenches his hand in a fist.

“Leave. Never come back. If I ever see you near here again I will kill you.” His words are spat with a thick Russian accent, and it takes all of your self-control not to smile wickedly at the redhead.

“James please! Please, you’ve gotta listen! She isn’t who you think she is!” He says nothing, simply takes your hand and nods at you.

“He picked you last time. Now he’s finally picking me,” you whisper, smiling softly at the man only to grin wickedly at Nat when he turns away.

“Leave now,” he barks, glaring at her until she starts moving. She half runs half limps out of the house, leaving you alone with the soldier.

“Thank you,” you whisper, hugging him tightly then hissing as the wound in your side burns.

He lays you down on the ground, inspecting the gouge before nodding to himself. He stands without another word to retrieve a first aid kit and when he’s beside you again he starts stitching you up, his fingers gentle and kind.

You spend the rest of the day relaxing with the soldier, Bucky hardly making an appearance at all.

You’re getting ready for bed when you feel someone’s eyes on you.

“God, do none of you have any respect for other peoples’ privacy?” You demand, turning around with your hands on your hips.

Steve stands by the door, his arms crossed over his chest and a stern look on his face.

“You know why I’m here.” Is all he says. You nod, pursing your lips and plopping down on your bed.

“The redhead sent you. Came and tattled on me for being a bad girl, right?” He says nothing, but you see a muscle in his jaw twitch.

“Fury’s gonna find out.”

“Oh yeah? And then what? Is he gonna deprive his pet of the one person who can keep him calm and contained?” Steve’s silence is answer enough.

“Don’t act like I’m the bad guy here. You and I both know that you’re just as fucked up as I am, if not more.” He swallows hard and avoids eye contact, making you chuckle.

“Imagine what would happen if people found out about Captain America’s depraved fantasies. Imagine if they knew how badly he craves power... how he longs to make people cower before him. Well, I don’t think they'd react too well to that. Do you?” His nostrils flare as he finally looks at you.

“What do you want?” He asks.

“I want to help you find her. Whoever it is you’re planning on taking. I want to be a part of it.” He furrows his brow, taken aback by your request.

“Why?”

“Because,” you whisper, pushing yourself to your feet and standing right in front of him. “The power is euphoric. It’s addictive. And I wanna feel it again.”

He stares down at you, blue eyes fighting a battle as he mulls over your words.

It’s wrong. He knows it’s wrong. He knows you’re not a good person and that wanting the things he wants isn’t something a good person, a normal person, wants. And yet... there’s something so alluring about you. Something addictive about the darkness inside of you. And he desperately wants a taste of it.

With a huff out of his nose, he glances down.

“So we have a deal?” You ask, a smile playing around the edges of your pretty lips.

“We’ve got a deal.”

#bucky x reader #dark!bucky #dark!bucky barnes #dark!bucky smut #dark!bucky x reader #bucky x dark!reader #bucky barnes x dark!reader #dark!steve #dark!steve rogers #dark!steve x reader #dark!steve x you #dark fic #dark!fic #Bucky Barnes x reader dark au #Steve x reader dark au #steve rogers dark au #bucky x reader dark au #dark!reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader

[sweetbitterimpossiblecreature]

Feysand: An Objective Perspective

Is Rhysand An Abuser?

First, if we mean to be objective, we must use an objective classification. What is domestic abuse? According to facs.nsw.gov.au, “It’s when there is violent, abusive or bullying behaviour or actions towards a partner or former partner to scare and control them. It can happen at home or outside the home. It causes fear and harm to the body, mind and spirit.”

The Domestic Abuse Hotline also has this to say: “Domestic violence (also referred to as intimate partner violence (IPV), dating abuse, or relationship abuse) is a pattern of behaviors used by one partner to maintain power and control over another partner in an intimate relationship.”

Hopefully, we can agree on those two definitions. Now, does Rhysand demonstrate “violent, abusive or bullying behaviour”? Do his actions fall into “a pattern of behaviors used by one partner to maintain power and control”?

The simple answer: it’s complicated. Because of the way Sarah J. Maas has written this series, Rhysand is The Ultimate Man Male. He can essentially do no wrong. Any bad behavior is swept under the guise of his “mask”- i.e., the scene in the Court of Nightmares. Or, if he hurts her, it is brushed off as for her own good- like the time Under The Mountain. This makes it difficult to figure out whether or not he is an abuser, or whether he’s just… like that. In order to understand this, I’m going to give a few examples of things that Tamlin, the known abuser of the series, has done to Feyre.

He infringed on her autonomy by preventing her from leaving the house, thereby limiting her rights.

He lost his temper and exploded a room with her inside of it, thereby putting her in danger.

Let’s look at examples of Rhysand, and what I believe to be some MAJOR red flags.

He purposefully does not tell her about vital information to do with her pregnancy. She almost dies because of this. This omission of information, to me, demonstrated a very clear lack of respect. Maybe, if she had known that there was a possibility she could die, she would have chosen to have an abortion- or, if he had told her beforehand, when she gave him her xmas present, she might not have chosen to have a baby at all. I don’t want to make this a pro-choice issue… but at some level, it is.

He sends her to the home of a cannibalistic, highly dangerous, ancient, powerful, vicious being to get a piece of jewelry, thereby putting her in a massive amount of danger. I cannot emphasize this enough. Putting someone in a situation where they could be eaten alive does not demonstrate your respect for them. I know Maas was trying to write him as a Sexy Consent King, like “hey babe i respect u SO much i’m going to send you to a monster’s lair because I TRUST YOUR aBILITIES BABE”, but… no. No.

Under The Mountain, he drugs her and puts her on his lap, thereby limiting her rights. Not even going to bother to elaborate. Y’all know this by heart.

In conclusion: It isn’t black and white. I believe he positions himself as the king of consent and giving her choices while maneuvering it so that she has less and less choices as they go along (i.e. him not telling her about the crucial pregnancy info), which definitely qualifies as abusive behavior. But someone else might see it differently. From my perspective, it is abuse. But because I swore this was going to be objective, I’m going to say my final answer is: think about it.

On The Issue Of Rhysand And “Consent”

Again, for the people in the back: Putting someone in a situation where they could be eaten alive does not demonstrate your respect for them. Here’s a post that talks about consent much better than I could. In her words, “idolizing consent over lives” is dangerous, harmful, and very real. Do NOT blindly regurgitate every *woke* maxim on consent that you read! Let’s not, as a society, get to a point where it’s like: “Do I have your consent to pour this drink over your head because you said something beyond offensive about my ethnicity?” or “Do I have your consent to take away your car keys so you won’t drive drunk and possible harm others/yourself?” Trust your gut.

How does this relate to Rhysand? Well, first of all, he undeniably puts her in danger. This is justified by the contrast between him and Tamlin. Maas essentially is telling us that Tamlin limits her by keeping her out of danger, and Rhysand empowers her by giving her access to danger. And it’s very easy to get caught in the undertow of this strange logic. Believe me, it is. When I first read the ACOTAR series, I was jiving along with all of your Fuck Tamlin Let Him Die playlists. But here’s a radical idea: imperilment is not a love language. I am not saying that Tamlin was a better option. I am saying that it is possible to respect someone and their right to their own decisions without putting them in danger.

On Making Her High Lady

While it’s fucked up that before Feyre, there were no High Ladies, Feyre incontrovertibly should not be High Lady. Why? Because in fae terms, she is an infant. She learned to read a few years ago. (I am not ridiculing her for her illiteracy, because I understand that the circumstances in which she grew up did not allow for a literate education. That is completely understandable! However, what is not understandable is putting this woman into a position of staggering political power. Learning to read a few years ago means that her comprehension rate is likely a lot lower than the average Velaris citizen. It is… not good for the ruler of a territory to be less capable than the average citizen. This would be like if the president didn’t have a high school diploma.). She has no knowledge of the political landscape. She does not understand etiquette (i.e. her physically attacking someone because of an insult, although to be 100% fair, Rhysand did the same.)

Hey, Feyre! Someone slut-shaming your mate for sleeping with Fae Hitler is not grounds for murder! In ordinary life, it would be grounds for slapping him in the face or something similar, but YOU ARE TRYING TO HAVE A CRISIS COMMITTEE BETWEEN TERRITORIES, WHICH HAS THE POTENTIAL TO SAVE THOUSANDS OF LIVES. An inability to sacrifice one’s ego, even at the potential loss of life, is a worrying characteristic in a ruler.

In Conclusion:

Feyre is not unproblematic when one looks at her decisions as a whole. While the narrative positions events so that they all turn out in her favor, as one would expect given that authors not only write character but plots, in a real-life situation - or just a more realistic plot - her actions would harm many, many people. Rhysand’s behavior towards Feyre is worrying as well, and objectively I think it’s fair to say qualify as signs, if not absolute empirical evidence of abuse.

#meta #my post #sjm critical #anti sjm #acomaf #anti acomaf #acowar #anti acowar #acosf #anti acosf #acotar critical #anti acotar #acosaf #anti acosaf

[iclaimedtobethebetterbard]

For the Sides impressions ask game, have you gotten Remus yet?

I HAVE NOT, THANK YOU SM AAA

[ask me abt my thoughts on tss characters]

First impression: i do not think i liked him all that much lol. i was definitely grossed out by the “logan’s teeth” thing and the “shuriken in logan’s forehead” thing in dwit, which probably emphasized that initial weirded-out-ness. like janus, i used to sometimes enjoy u!remus fics back when i first got into the fandom, but generally don’t anymore.

Impression now: ohhhh you have no idea how hard i can project onto this boy, y’all. and the fact that he really doesn’t have shame? SO cathartic. i project onto him and then have him do all the things i’m scared to. it’s amazing. he’s officially tied with roman for my 3rd favorite (but in reality my favorites ranking is all very very close together), i love him SO SO SO much gkhgdfkshgs. also. punk remus fanart hot. and he should kiss janus about it.

more relevant to his actual character, though: i am SO excited to see how he affects the plot of the show moving forward!! i’m very curious just exactly how involved he was in whatever drama went down between virgil and the other dark sides—like, is the beef mostly between virgil and janus, or is it between virgil and everyone? i’m also just. very excited to see his relationships with every other character on the show develop. and to see what directions he pushes them in. bc i’m pretty sure one big role of his is going to be an instigator of change. i’m excited for it!!

i also really want to see how he and patton will start getting along. bc i think that “everyone being friends” is one of the ultimate end goals of the show. but i don’t yet know how patton and remus are going to start being friends. bc see, the thing is, i could see either of them individually deciding the other isn’t that bad, but not in a way that would lead to a mutual feeling and then friendship. like, if patton warmed up to remus, i think he would do it in a similar way he did to virgil, all “omg that’s my weird new kid <3 what a sweetie!!” and even if he has learned to tone that down since virgil, i think that that treatment, even watered down, would be very off-putting to remus. meanwhile, if remus warmed up to patton, i feel like it would take the form of “my cat just dropped a gutted dead rat on my pillow to show me how much they love me” type stuff, which would be very off-putting to patton!! so i’m very curious how their relationship to each other will develop and what it will take for them to actually make friends with each other. they have a lot more in common than i think most of us realize, but they take it in such different directions that it can be hard to reconcile.

i ALSO have a theory that the show is going to have remus’s character arc actually be kind of similar to patton, not in content, but in outline. bc patton’s arc took the shape of him mostly being comic relief for a long time, and then he got his 2-part character development episode, and it was revealed that BAM there had been hidden angst all along. and i could definitely see remus’s arc following a similar pattern (while the specifics of what it’s about are different). (based on some stuff thomas has said about remus on his patreon livestreams, i’m not quite as sure about this now as i used to be, but i do still think it’s a very plausible option.)

Favorite moment: honestly everything he did in the 5 year special?? but especially how he responded to the very first question. it was. fascinating. i have many thoughts but will probably not be elaborating on them at this time bc this post is already going to be long enough lol.

Idea for a story: OH I HAVE A VERY SPECIFIC ONE I’VE BEEN WANTING TO DO FOR AGES NOW. IT’S SO ANGSTY YALL ARE GOING TO CRY WHEN I GET AROUND TO THIS. so this would be a songfic based on 18 by anarbor. it would be intrulogical, but with a bittersweet ending at best and honestly really just h/nc.

basically: logan, fresh to adulthood, decides to have a Rebellious Phase, instead of being the perfect son of his rich suburban parents like he always has been. and the main part of this rebellious phase takes the form of pursuing a relationship with remus, who is a year or two older than him and is Cool and Punk and is a studio artist and has a motorcycle and tattoos and is basically logan’s Bad Boy fantasy (and his parents’ Bad Boy nightmare).

and on the one hand, remus absolutely knows better than to indulge logan in what is clearly an impulsive choice, motivated by the desire to spite his parents and assert his individuality and ability to make his own decisions, rather than out of any actual love for remus. but on the other hand, remus has been hopelessly in love with logan since they were teenagers (they used to be childhood friends, together with roman; they were next-door neighbors growing up, but haven’t seen each other in a few years, as remus has quietly been cut off and estranged by his and logan’s families, who disapprove of his having dropped out of college to be an artist).

so even though he knows this is only going to end badly, remus lets logan kiss him (all clumsiness and tongue), and he takes logan for rides on the motorcycle, and paints him in his studio, and lets him live in remus’s tiny apartment. and when logan’s parents (who are probably patton and virgil) send logan’s rich lawyer uncle janus to try and intimidate the pair of them into sending logan home, remus tells him to fuck off, and ignores the way janus whispers to him as he leaves that remus doesn’t deserve logan. and remus lets himself pretend that logan loves him for as long as it lasts.

and of course it all comes crashing down a few months later, as logan realizes that this is not the fun glamorous life he imagined. and he realizes that following his parents’ plan—four years of college on a trust fund, get into a relationship with a nice guy, get a well-paying job, and settle down—is a lot easier and, frankly, more appealing to him than staying with remus would be. and remus pretends that it doesn’t hurt as he watches logan leave, to be welcomed back home with open arms, having used remus to give himself a prodigal son narrative and then thrown him away when he got what he really wanted all along. (he knows logan didn’t realize that was what he was doing. but that’s what it was.)

and then for the epilogue: some years later, remus crashes the wedding, which he was not invited to, of roman and logan. roman is the kind of Nice Guy logan’s parents approve of. roman is good and perfect and not messy or weird or disapproved of. roman is what remus never could be. the measuring stick remus was always held up to and found lacking against. it makes sense that when logan was done with remus, he would ultimately fall into roman’s perfect, gilded, golden waiting arms. it makes sense, and it hurts, just like everything about remus’s old life.

remus sits in the back of the reception, drinking champagne and quietly smuggling food from the buffet into the backpack full of tupperware he brought with him. later, he congratulates logan (who accepts it in a slightly strained way), and tells him he hopes that he and roman will be happy together. (logan hesitates for the barest instant before agreeing.) roman comes over, puts his arm around his new husband, and exchanges some extremely passive-aggressive small talk with his twin. remus takes a small bit of delight in needling roman, but it’s not all that fulfilling. the conversation is… dull. logan is no longer the bright-eyed, curious young man, passionate about so many things and ready to take on the world, that remus fell in love with. he has curled up into the mold of the perfect life he is expected to live, and left all the best things about himself behind. remus feels heavy inside, almost desiring to mourn—but he also feels a breath of air. he has not moved on from logan, and he knows he won’t for some time, but—now he knows it will happen. the logan he loves is gone and the man wearing his face is cold and clinical. remus can already tell that, through the disappointment and grief, he will find his way to closure.

logan’s eyes follow remus as he leaves the reception, something almost like regret on his face. but that’s fine. remus knows logan will box that up and put it away and content himself with his perfect husband and perfect life, because that’s what he should do, and logan really does love to do as he should. and that’s fine. logan chose stability where remus chose self. that’s fine. remus will go home to his art and his motorcycle and his new cat and learn how to start again.

Unpopular opinion: okay so. i don’t think remus has a ton of internalized angst about being “the evil twin” or around rejection. but i 100% do think his brashness and being so open about everything is a defense mechanism against rejection. like. i make myself very very visibly queer irl (which, let it be noted, i have the privilege to do in relatively total safety because i am white, have wealthy White Liberal TM parents who support me, and live in a relatively progressive area of the united states, all of which makes it much safer for me to do this without fearing repercussions) as a defense mechanism. i got treated really really badly by some homophobic friends in high school when i first came out, and i put up with it for way too long because i cared about them so much, and it gave me uhh a Lot of trauma; so now, being visibly queer is a way to make sure that those kinds of people stay away from me, and i don’t have the opportunity to start caring about them before they hurt me. i think remus is doing something very similar with his leaning so fully into self-expression. what you see is what you get, so he doesn’t have to worry that someone will act like they care about him and then change their mind when they get to know him better.

Favorite relationship: dukeceit my beloveds <3 but i already talked about that on my post about janus for this ask game, so a close second is creativitwins!!

i have a ton of younger siblings and i have really good relationships with all of them, and strong sibling relationships is one of the most common recurring themes in both my original writing and in my fics; i definitely project my feelings about my own siblings onto the siblings i write. (this is why u will find very few mentions of r*mr*m on my blog. it squicks me out so incredibly hard that i just. generally don’t even acknowledge its existence unless i have to.)

so i LOVE creativitwins stuff with all my heart. i always love angst, but honestly for creativitwins content i’m even more fond of fix-it fluff where they just care about each other and get along. i love giving them a really close healthy sibling relationship, instead of,,, [gestures at canon]. i really love them as twins in aus, of course, but i also enjoy making them be non-twin siblings!! and i like both options for who is older and who is younger, tbh. they both create really fun dynamics to play with. i really want them to start getting along in canon. (their logos are a sword and a shield they LITERALLY are MADE to work together and thomas will be SO much better off if they learn to get along and unlock their full potential!!!! they are brothers and they deserve to love each other again!! I Would Like To See It!!!!!!)

(ooh, and on a different note, i’m also a HUGE sucker for platonic/familial intrulogical, which i sadly don’t see content for all that often. romantic intrulogical is fine, sure, but platonic? i will give you my soul.)

Favorite headcanon: man has tentacles. because uh,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, no further comments.

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in case ppl don’t want to scroll back up: [ask me abt my thoughts on tss characters] [if anyone is curious: at this point i have talked about janus, patton, virgil, and now remus!]

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #thatsthat24 #remus sanders #ts remus #peregrin said a thing #peregrin answers #peregrin plays a game #edupunkn00b

[tsukikento]

Empathetic Chapter 11

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Summary: After your mom, the number 1 hero in America, gets offered a teaching position at U.A., you two pack up your things and head to Musutafu, Japan to start a new life. Pressure for you in America was at an all-time high, and now you’re in Japan, where almost no one knows you, or your family’s past.

This tale starts on your first day of class where your new teacher decides the best way for you to fit in is to fight against the strongest person in your class: Bakugou Katsuki.

Warnings/Genre: This piece will feature some angst and reference to an abusive parent, if you are ever worried about other tw’s feel free to send me an ask and I will let you know. There will also be fluff, slight angst, pining, and slowburn.

A/N: Despite how long it might take me to make these chapters, I promise you I have not forgotten about this fic. School is...a lot. Anyways, please send me messages to keep me motivated, I love y’all!

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After a decently long walk full of quips and sarcastic comments that made time go by much quicker, you and Bakugou arrived at the nearest subway station.

“Do you have a card or are you that new?” Bakugou asked as you passed by a help desk.

Quickly, you swung around your bag and grabbed your wallet out of your small pocket. You pulled out a small blue card and showed it at Bakugou with a wide smile on your face. “It was one of the first things I did,” You exclaimed, reminiscent of your second day here when you and your mom went from task to task, only stopping to eat delicious food when necessary.

“You want a medal or some shit?” Bakugou asked while pulling out his own card. He pressed the reader up to the machine and it dinged to signify he could go through.

You pushed on after him, using your own card to get through. “You know, I don’t think I need a whole medal,” You shrugged, “Maybe just a golden sticker.” You chuckled at your own joke and Bakugou just groaned and went off to find the correct station.

You followed closely behind him, feeling rather nervous because of your unfamiliarity with the area. As you brushed past a group of large ment, you unknowingly grabbed onto Bakugou’s jacket, putting your pointer finger into his pocket. It was something you always did to your older siblings as they lead the way.

Immediately, Bakugou turned back to look at your hand and brushed you off of him. “What are you doing?” He questioned, squinting his eyes at you.

“Oh,” You shockingly shoved your own hands into your pockets. “It’s just a habit when I get nervous.”

Bakugou looked at you for a couple beats before turning around and not saying anything else. Silently, he led you as he weaved through the crowd. Eventually, he stopped in front of a yellow line and pulled out his phone to check the time.

“The train should get here soon,” He mumbled. Bakugou stood fairly still, the only movement being his thumb gliding across his phone as he scrolled through social media in his pastime.

What social media would Bakugou even use? You questioned as you tried to peak over at what app he may be on.

Eventually, you gave up and pulled out your own phone, pulling up a random app to occupy your time and you primarily focused on the blond standing next to you. You glance up from your phone and take a peak at him every now and then, admiring the soft curves of his muscles. The visible sunkissed skin paired well his dark clothes and deep vermillion eyes.

You turned back to your phone, knowing your face was just as red as the eyes you were admiring.

You took in a deep breath.

Don’t think about him that way.

He’s just a normal guy, You reasoned as a subway rushed through the tunnel, eventually coming to a stop. When it finally screeched to a halt, you and Bakugou were located just to the left of the opening door, something you believed Bakugou did on purpose.

He put his phone away, you followed quickly after, and watched as crowds of people filtered off the train. The station wasn’t as packed as it was the weekend you ran errands with your mom, but it was still packed enough to make you slightly worried.

You concentrated on Bakugou, knowing he could handle himself in a busy environment like this. When he stepped forward, you stepped forward.

You followed close behind him onto the train, you two being some of the first people entering. There was a handful of seats inside the small compartment and Bakugou led you to one immediately.

“Sit,” He mumbled while motioning towards the seat. You happily listened and posted up on the plastic yellow chair. Despite the empty seat next to you, Bakugou remained standing, his right hand grabbing onto the fabric loop attached to the ceiling.

You pouted up at the blond, jutting out your bottom lip and furrowing your eyebrows. “Why aren’t you sitting?” You asked, patting the chair next to you.

Bakugou was pushed forward, much closer to you, with the masses of people piling in. You tried your best not to become flustered from having his hips pushed to your face. He looked perfectly nonchalant during the whole predicament and simply shrugged his shoulders. “I’m leaving the seat open for people who need it,” He answered.

Before you could retort his argument, a younger teenage boy slid into the seat. He looked like he might be about thirteen years old. He snickered like a hyena as he squeezed in next to you, his friends who were only feet laughing just like him.

You glanced up to Bakugou, trying not to look at the boy who was very obviously dared to sit next to you. The blond accompanying you today was clearing glaring down at the younger boy. His piercing, merlot-colored eyes were glaring daggers at the kid.

You just couldn’t tell if he was dared to sit next to you because of your looks or because he wanted to see if Bakugou would kill him. You would argue for the latter though.

The train doors closed and your journey kicked off, the low hum of the wheels and engine creating a rather peaceful white noise background. You went to pull out your phone to distract yourself from the silent fight going on right next to you. However, before you could even reach into your pocket, Bakugou spoke.

“Beat it,” He growled at the kid, who immediately rushed away like a scared dog with a tail between its legs.

Bakugou immediately took his spot, moving slightly to find a relaxed and comfortable position. His eyes stayed on the group of boys for a bit longer, watching as they whispered to each other and looked occasionally over to you.

“Idiots,” He mumbled, while nudging you and pointing at them.

You laughed lightly, “Come on! They are just harmless kids.”

“Harmless?” He doubtfully replied. “Anyone of them could have a quirk that could kick our ass.”

You laughed louder. “You trying to tell me you weren’t just like them in middle school?”

The blond scoffed, “No way!” He left it there, rather silent for his usual self. You would expect him to try and spend this time boasting about how naturally skilled he was or how he trained everyday. Except…he didn’t say any of that. 

“What were you like in middle school?” You tentatively asked, playing with your thumbs to calm your nerves.

Bakugou cleared his throat and adjusted his seating position so he was more upright. “So focused on being a hero that I was blind to everything else,” He practically whispered. His voice was eerily calm and quiet. You almost didn’t hear him speak.

The loud sound of the subway filled your ears as you carefully debated your next words. You didn’t want to start an argument, but it was tempting to tell him that he still was.

At least to some degree.

You didn’t know him in middle school, and from how Ashido talked about Bakugou, you were sure he was a much better person than even just a year ago. Despite this, he was still clueless and not as in control of his emotions as his peers.

Quickly, you backtracked, and chuckled at Bakugou just before the pause went on one beat too long. You nonchalantly slapped his shoulder and replied, “Are you kidding me? So you really didn’t do anything fun or risky? Not even like skip out on a class?”

“Nope,” He grumbled in response while making sure to pop the ‘p’ in his comment. “I may be strong, but middle school was when I needed to prove myself good enough to go to U.A.”

You hummed in response, wishing you could relate to his struggle more. “Unfortunately, I don’t know what that feels like,” You reasoned, “But I do know how it feels to come from a strong family.”

“Sounds pretty nice,” Bakugou scoffed, almost offended that you tried to compare his strife and your benefit.

“Trust me,” You mumbled, “It is not all it is cracked up to be.”

Bekugou looked at you from his peripherals, noticing the small opening to learn more about you. He was not one to care about people’s past and he definitely did not try to hide his lack of care. However, after your tantrum the other night, he had been slowly getting more and more intrigued in your family and their past.

What could be so horrible that you refused to answer why you were so unlike your mother and siblings?

After debating for the rest of that night, Bakugou ended up typing your mother's name and ‘family history’ into a search engine. Just before pressing ‘search’ he stopped himself, realizing how this could invade your privacy.

Bakugou was not one to care about others, but he did respect his own privacy and knew how annoyed he would be in your same position. He closed the tab on his phone and huffed, realizing he could only feel good about getting his answer if he had you answer it yourself.

“Care to elaborate?” He suggested, tugging at the possibility of learning about your past.

You turned your head to look at the blond and debate whether or not to answer. You were brushing shoulders with him, allowing his emotions to rush through you. You knew his heart beat faster and the prospect of you. Although you couldn’t tell why he was so excited, you knew he was tentative and yet unavoidably curious.

Something you studied throughout your adolescence was communication and specifically relationships. Your quirk revolved around knowing people and understanding them, making this aspect of your quirk rather niche, but still valuable.

When forming relationships, it is important and natural to slowly reveal information about yourself to enhance a possible friendship. Despite this analytical thought process, your heart raced and craved for you to rely on Bakugou emotionally and test your relationship with him.

“Well,” You began, “I obviously don’t have a quirk similar to my mom or siblings.” You crossed your arms and tried to maintain a stoic face. “They are so strong and my quirk is so hidden. To me, we are on different scales, but I am always compared to them. They know my quirk so well from training me when I was young that I can literally never win against them. No matter what element they use, they are able to use noise to block out my ability to hear thoughts and keep me at a far distance to make sure I don’t put them to sleep.”

You exasperatedly sighed.

“I just wish people wouldn’t compare me to them or expect me to be as amazing as them when my quirk is so different!” You exclaimed, your voice drowning out fairly well because of everyone else on the subway.

You and Bakugou looked at each other for quite some time, you waiting for him to speak and him having no clue what to say.

Bakugou hummed and looked down at his hands. Your eyes followed and saw him picking at his nails.

You didn’t need Bakugou to respond, and you realized you shouldn’t expect him to. While some people would rush to comfort you, Bakugou would ruminate on your words.

“I’m sure you will kick all their asses one day,” Bakugou mumbled, giving you more than you expected.

You didn’t bother to reply and simply nodded, appreciating the small words of encouragement.

A few silent minutes passed before the train came to another slow stop. “This is our stop,” Bakugou explained while he got up from his plastic seat.

You stood up after him, your two seats immediately being filled. When the doors opened, the natural stream of people exiting guided you and Bakugou out. Despite this, you carefully kept close to the blond, not wanting to lose him in the crowd.

Bakugou guided you through the underground subway station until you finally came to a bright opening. Walking up the stone staircase, you were greeted by the bustling city of Musutafu. 

“This way,” Bakugou mumbled, drawing your attention away from the scenery and back to him.

“Ah,” You exclaimed, rushing to catch up to the blond. “How far is the office?” You asked, finally walking next to Bakugou.

With the streets as crowded as ever, you were forced to walk rather close to the blond, your shoulders and arms delicately brushing as you took long strides to keep up with him.

“Just a block,” He explained, while grabbing his phone from his pocket. You saw the screen turn on for a flash, just enough for him to check the time, before shoving it back into his pocket. The large text had read 12:42pm, meaning it took you about 40 minutes to get here.

It didn’t take long for you to arrive at the tall building full of small businesses, but the walk was quiet. Bakugou was taller than you and his strides were long and quick. You were much too focused on keeping up with him and monitoring your breathing to actually hold a conversation.

“It’s up here,” He commented, pointing to the brick building about 5 stories high. This part of the neighborhood was older than much of the city, meaning the architecture utilized more brick and clay than metal and glass.

It was quant, sweet. Not something you would associate with the uptight Bakugou. You would assume he would go to a top-notch, modern company. Then again, he did say Kobayashi was a family friend and old employee of his family.

“Hoo,” You exhaled, “Okay.” You shook your hands and stared up at the building, trying to calm your nerves. You lightly jumped from one foot till the next, hoping the excess of energy and nerves you currently had would go away. You gulped down the lump in your throat and went to step forward before you were stopped by the muscular arm of Bakugou.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Bakugou questioned as he recalled your weird and awkward nervous dance.

Wide-eyed and innocent, you looked up to the blond. You cleared your throat and mumbled out, “Nothing.”

Bakugou scoffed, “That was definitely something, you idiot.” His raised eyebrows and wide smirk made the pit in your stomach enlarge.

You stared back at him, watching his intense gaze. It was practically begging for you to confess, and it was honestly working. “I’m nervous, okay?!” You exasperatedly explained.

“Why?” Bakugou asked, his voice more critical than he wanted it to be. However, instead of correcting himself, he kept silent and let you talk.

“I don’t know!” You replied. “I’m meeting a new person, he’s making my hero costume, which is a big thing! Like, this is how people will know me, really know me!” You groaned out, gesturing in a random direction to show your frustration. “On top of that fact, my mom doesn’t even know I’m changing it! My family has a themed costume and I am about to change mine.”

“Jeez,” Bakugou grumbled, running a hand through his hair. “You sure do have a lot of family problems.”

“Don’t we all?” You groaned, rolling your eyes at him.

Bakugou barked out a laugh, a genuine laugh. “I guess so,” He shrugged, before reaching forward to grab the door. “Ready?”

You nodded, also trying to convince yourself. You stepped inside and Bakugou followed closely behind you. Close enough that you could feel the heat of his chest. 

“We are going to the third floor,” Bakugou mumbled. He raised his arm and pointed around your shoulder, pointing at the elevator to your left. Ignoring the body heat that was exuding from Bakugou’s arm, you stepped forth to change a major factor in your future.

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The meeting went great.

You checked in at the desk, was brought in almost immediately, and Kobayashi guided you through every step.

Meanwhile, Bakugou sat in the waiting room, on his phone. The young lady at the front desk knew better than to try and start an attempt with the son of Bakugou Mitsuki.

When you exited the room, about an hour later, Bakugou immediately got up from his seat and tucked his phone away. He bowed at Kobayashi, albeit only slightly.

“Thanks for bringing her in, Bakugou-kun,” Kobayashi greeted as he opened the door for you to exit into the lobby.

Kobayashi’s fashionable black clothes outshined both of yours, but it seemed only appropriate. His hair was dyed a dark auburn and his skin was clear and tan with a slight pink flush.

“Of course, Kobayashi-san,” Bakugou replied with the smallest smile on his lips. “Thank you for seeing her.” His posture was much more appropriate and formal than usual, but his hands were still in his pockets, giving him an overall nonchalant appearance.

“Anything for a Bakugou,” The costume designer grinned, his gentle features making him look much younger than a 32 year-old designer. He turned away from Bakugou and faced you once more. “I’ll send you that email within the week, sweetheart,” He explained while casually waving goodbye to the both of you and walking back into his office.

“Thank you!” You exclaimed, bowing at him before he could no longer see you. You then turned to the receptionist and bowed as well, mumbling a small thank you. 

“My pleasure,” She smoothly responded, fairly surprised that Bakugou would bring along such a kind person.

You gingerly smiled and turned away to look at the blond boy accompanying you. “Ready?” You asked, watching as Bakugou followed your actions.

“Yup,” Bakugou replied, leading you into the hall by opening the door for you and back to the elevator. The walk was pleasantly silent during the short trek. “How did it go?” He finally asked while pressing the button to the elevator.

“Good,” You nonchalantly spoke. 

A bell dinged and the automatic doors opened. You stepped inside first and Bakugou was soon to follow. He pressed the ground floor button and casually leaned against the back wall. You had positioned yourself towards the back wall too, meaning you were within only a few inches of him.

You cleared your throat, trying your best not to focus too much on how close he was. “I showed him my old costume,” You continued to explain, “ and what I want for the new one. He made a couple rough sketches and then took my measurements. He said he would email me some more sketches and we would talk from there.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, additionally tired from rushing through your explanation because of how distracted you were.

Why didn’t I bring water with me today? Why is it so hot?

You fiddled with one of the earbuds in your ears, careful not to take it out. Despite being tempted, you were sure that Bakugou was not thinking about your current proximity. That knowledge would just disappoint you further. You consciously removed your hand away and tried to open up your posture to make yourself more confident.

“Damn, you got a lot more than I did,” Bakugou snorted. “Literally sent him my measurements and a detailed list of what I wanted. Got to say though, I got the perfect costume.”

“Oh yeah?” You remarked, a slight seductive tone to your voice.  “I haven’t even seen your hero costume yet.” The tone of your voice was more flirty than you expected, but you attempted to roll with it.

“I’m sure you will soon,” Bakugou barked back, a smirk gracing his lips and a glint in his eyes that made your insides turn.

That was something you couldn’t help, but obsess over for the next few milliseconds. “And you will mine,” You choked out, trying your best to stay calm, cool, and collected.

The elevator doors once again opened and Bakugou motioned for you to exit first. You felt a slight heat on the small of your back, but no touch.

Was Bakugou going to touch me? You questioned, making sure not to look behind you. Better not embarrass him by letting him know I noticed.

You heard Bakugou clear his throat. “The restaurant is just a few stores down,” He explained as you opened the tinted door to the bright outside.

You stepped aside and held the door open to allow Bakugou to come out into the warm sun. “Lead the way,” You offered, gesturing for Bakugou to move much like he did in the elevator.

Bakugou nodded and began walking, this time slow enough to you to easily walk beside him.

“So,” You began, not sure how to approach this topic. “What is good at this restaurant?”

Bakugou shrugged, “All of it. You can read the menu when we get there,” He suggested.

“Yeah,” You paused, “I guess.” You bit your lip, wanting to ask more questions but knowing he didn’t want to answer.

“What?” Bakugou questioned, looking at you with a more teasing expression. When you didn’t respond, he elaborated, “I know you want to ask me something.”

“Huh?” You looked back at him with a surprised face. “I’m don’t--”

“Just because you can read minds, doesn’t mean I can’t know something is bothering you from your awkward as fuck body language,” Bakugou explained.

Although flattered that he noticed, you still couldn’t help but laugh. “What even is that sentence?”

“Shuddup, idiot! I am the native Japanese speaker here!” He yelled back over your giggles.

“Okay, okay,” You sighed while clutching your stomach. “Sorry, Bakugou,” You rather teasingly apologized.

“Tch,” Bakugou snickered. “First off, remember your honorifics,” He held up one finger and looked at you with a serious face. However, you still knew he didn’t mean anything rude by it. “Secondly, you don’t need to apologize,” Bakugou quickly added, “Even if I can tell you don’t really mean it.”

“No, no! I do!” You emphasized. A few beats of silence and you laughed again, unable to keep a straight face.

“Ugh,” Bakugou groaned, and increased his speed.

As you jogged to keep up to the red-eyed teen, you saw a small smile grace his face. Not a smirk, but a genuine smile.

You tried your best to ignore the butterflies in your stomach as you finally fell back into step with the blond. He had significantly slowed down his pace and eventually came to a stop. You looked up and saw a large sign reading “Greek Pizza” in katakana.

You grinned at the blond and he guided you into the restaurant. It was cute and quaint with 2 waitresses immediately greeting you both.

“Reservation for Bakugou Katsuki,” Bakugou spoke once close enough to the front table.

You didn’t pay too much mind to the waitress as she brought you to a table, because you were observing the interior design of the restaurant much more. It looked so much like a typically greek home, with uneven white walls and gorgeous photography lining them.

It was so bright and cheery that you did not expect Bakugou to be interested in a fusion of Italian and Greek food.

You sat down across from Bakugou at a small boothe. The waitress left menus and excused herself as she went to grab glasses of water. You spent the next minute glazing over the menu while you waited for the waters.

The main section of their menu was greek themed pizzas, but they also had a few sandwiches and classic greek bowls that focused around Greek and mediterranean veggies with some Italian additions. Your mouth was practically watering from the select photos they added.

“The family that started this place are a married couple from Greece and Italy, but they hire Japanese staff to make the customers more comfortable,” Bakugou commented. “I’ve been coming here since I was a kid.”

“I can tell,” You smiled as you read over a pizza. “So,” You looked up to Bakugou over your menu, “Explosion of Flavor?”

Bakugou snorted at you just as the waitress arrived with two glasses of water. “Call me over whenever you are ready,” She spoke before bowing and leaving you two to continue looking over the menu.

“I don’t know if I can deal with all that spice,” You commented.

“I’ll get it,” He explained, “So you can try some.”

You looked up at him, but he was simply looking over the menu. You couldn’t read him, but you knew his ability to share was a good sign. “Thank you,” You simply replied, a sweet smile gracing your lips. You continued to look over the food and settled on something you thought would pair well with a spicy pizza.

It was a classic styled pizza with meditteranean toppings, such as artichoke hearts, black olives, and spinach. However, it was topped with a swirl of a fig balsamic glaze. “I’m thinking of getting the Balsamic Classic.”

Bakugou hummed, his lack of complaints making you hope it was an overall good choice. “I’ll order,” He mumbled while waving his hand for a waitress to see. One, who was currently dropping off plates for another customer, smiled towards you.

“Yes!” She exclaimed before finishing up with the people in front of her. Afterwards, she rushed to you. “Ready to order?” She asked, pulling out a paper and pen.

“Yes,” Bakugou began. “Could we please have two glasses of ice, a bottle of blood orange italian soda, the veggies and hummus, the Explosion of Flavor, and the Sweet Classic.”

“Of course, I’ll be right back with your drinks and hummus,” She replied. “Anything else?”

Bakugou shook his head and she swept herself away towards the kitchen.

You not only noted that Bakugou was surprisingly polite, but also realized that he ordered more than you expected. “Drinks and an appetizer?” You question, looking at him quizzically.

The blond simply shrugged and looked up at the wall away from you. “To celebrate you getting a new hero uniform,” He mumbled, clearly avoiding eye contact.

You smiled at his explanation, but didn’t speak, not wanting to tease him or make him upset. You did, however, very much appreciate this more chill and kind persona Bakugou had. You watched the blond look around the restaurant as if he had never been here before, all the time admiring his looks. His jawline and neck muscles grabbed your attention in particular.

After a few moments, you were interrupted by the waitress approaching with your drinks and hummus. You gladly accepted the glasses so she could easily place the platter of food in the center of the table.

She then placed the bottle of italian soda on the table and bowed before leaving.

You cheerily grabbed the glass bottle to pour two drinks while Bakugou grabbed a carrot stick and dipped it into the hummus. Once done, you passed one of the glasses onto his side and took your chance to also eat some of the platter.

“Mmm,” You hummed, noting how great the hummus tasted compared to store-brand containers you’ve had before.

Bakugou chuckled at you as he dipped another veggie stick into the bowl.

“What?” You pouted, looking at him while pushing out your bottom lip.

He laughed even hard, “You are such a child!”

“Am not!’ You shot back, scrunching up your nose is disbelief. 

Bakugou smirked at you and picked up a carrot stick, dipped it in hummus and took a bite. He then proceeded to wiggle and wave around the rest of the carrot stick while humming. He was clearly mocking you.

“Ugh,” You groaned, rolling your eyes, despite knowing this was all lighthearted fun. “Am I not allowed to enjoy good tasting food?”

“Guess not,” He shrugged before finishing off the carrot stick in his hand.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, while he remained cool and simply leaned back into the booth. “You’re so mean!” You exclaimed through your laughs.

“I could be meaner,” He retorted, smirking at you while crossing your arms. It was as if he was just begging for you to challenge him. You, however, were much more focused on his flexing arm muscles. His milky skin had a beautiful golden tint to it and the shirt he was wearing on made it look better.

A little too late, you eventually snorted at his joke and shook your head to refocus yourself. Once done, you looked up to Bakugou and smiled brightly, not wanting to tear your own eyes away from his vermillion ones.

Beats of time passed as you smiled like an idiot at Bakugou and he simply looked back at you, a small smirk on his lips. It was Bakugou who broke the longing gaze first. He blinked, cleared his throat and rotated to look almost completely behind him.

You widen your eyes, not sure why you stared at him for so long. You extended your arm forward and grabbed the ice cold glass of water. You cautiously sipped on it, worried that if you gulped it down, you would choke. The cool water soothed the heat you felt on your face, but you were sure you were still noticeably red.

What can I talk about? You thought, craving something that would make you both completely forget this moment.

“Um,” You mumbled, struggling to make eye contact with the blond. “Kobayashi wanted me to let you know, by the way,” You took another sip of water to try and help swallow the lump in your throat. Bakugou, whose face was very faintly red, looked at you. “He has a new intern that is a student at U.A. He said that once he’s done with me, the intern would be who we could both go to from now on.”

Bakugou nodded, not bothering to vocalize a response.

The air was awkward and you both knew why. You, however, doubted that this would help your relationship with him. It honestly might hinder it.

A few more moments passed before Bakugou finally spoke. “So,” He began, “Is your offer to train with me still on the table?”

You looked up from your lap to meet Bakugou’s eyes.

This looks promising.

“Of course it is,” You replied while smirking, “I’m always up for kicking your ass.”

“Hah?” Bakugou exclaimed, loud enough for multiple other restaurant goers to look over at your both. The fury in his eyes was evident and it made you laugh even harder than you already were. “What makes you think you will beat me again?”

“Maybe because I beat you before?” You suggested.

“Tch,” He scoffed, tearing his eyes away from you. “I was going easy last time,” He explained, practically grinding his teeth as he spoke.

“Ahh,” You replied, “Of course you were.” You raised your eyebrows and slowly nodded before grabbing a carrot stick and dipping it into the hummus.

Bakugou silently eyes you, his furrowed eyebrows and red eyes making him look terrifying. You were determined not to get scared of him.

Eventually, Bakugou was forced to look away as your pizzas arrived. The two gorgeous and ooey gooey pies were placed in front of you, the platter of hummus and veggies being pushed to the side.

Avoiding Bakugou’s eyes, you grabbed one of the small plates they provided you and immediately grabbed one of your own slices.

“Stop being an ass or you won’t be able to try my pizza,” Bakugou pouted as he grabbed his own slice.

You laughed at him, “Although I would love to try your pizza, I, for one, feel like I am not being and ass, and two, feel like you are being a baby.”

“Am not!” He retorted before tearing into the baked dough.

“Are to!”

“Am not!”

“Are t--” You stopped before finishing. “You know what?” You questioned while grabbing one of Bakugou’s slices of pizza. “I am not going to argue with you. I will let my own fighting do the speaking for me.”

Bakugou smirked and you wondered if he possibly was proud of your quick retort. “Clever,” He mumbled before grabbing one of your pizza’s slices.

You smiled, happy with the little praise you were receiving. You didn’t bother continuing the conversation and you dove into admiring the amazing food in front of you.

~~

You and Bakugou ended up spending another hour and a half in the restaurant, meaning you didn’t get home till 4pm. You still had much of the day ahead of you, but spending hours with Bakugou definitely took a lot out of you.

You were glad that your conversation for the rest of the not-so date was pleasant and humorous. You walked into the door with a smile on your face and Bakugou told you about a time when Kaminari spazzed out after only 3 minutes of training.

You immediately saw Midoriya and Iida sitting at the dining table, Sato and Koda in the kitchen, and Hagakure and Ashido on the couch. The smile on Bakugou;s face disappeared and he immediately ushered you to the elevator.

You felt a pang in your heart, wondering if Bakugou didn’t want people to see you together. Then again, Bakugou also seemed like a very private person, maybe he just didn’t want to flaunt around like other people would.

You let him lead you into the elevator where you watched as he sighed and leaned against the elevator wall. You looked at him curiously, not outright asking for him to explain.

“Sorry,” He mumbled, something you did not expect him to say at all. “I just didn’t want to get caught in a conversation with anyone, especially considering the look Pinky was giving me.”

“That’s okay,” You replied, flashing him a kind smile. “I don’t always feel like being around people either.” You felt your phone vibrating non-stop. You were sure it was all texts from Ashido as she has clearly seen you with Bakugou.

“Cool,” Bakugou quietly replied.

The elevator singed and you walked out before Bakugou. He immediately caught up to you and held his phone out to you. You eyed it questionably, not wanting to take it from him without knowing what for.

“Your number, dumbass,” He explained.

You smirked at him before taking it and beginning to put in your number.

“Tch, so we can plan a fight, obviously,” He added in response to your knowing smirk.

You nodded and sent a text to yourself so you would have his number. “Have a good rest of your day, Bakugou,” You spoke while giving his phone back to him. “See you later.” You waved goodbye and walked to your door, knowing full well that he was watching you.

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WayV as Water Park Employees

Warnings: none? I can’t believe it

AN: hey....hi....how y’all doin.....I meant to post this so long ago but I kept loosing inspiration for it :(( thank you to everyone for being so patient. I hope you enjoy this fun little headcannon!

Kun is definitely the head lifeguard

though he hasn’t been there as long as Ten, he does make up for it in his dedication to the job

It’s not that he’s uptight, but the other employees are a little too relaxed for his taste, so he’s usually the one in charge (which is fine by Ten who prefers to relax by the lazy river)

His job mainly consists of walking around the park, making sure the rides are working, checking in with employees to make sure they’ve been drinking water and applying sunscreen, and helping guests whenever possible

Since is aura is so adult, he is easily trusted by everyone

This means that if a child is lost, they’ll most likely walk right past the other lifeguards and into Kun’s arms

(Which he’ll never admit out loud but it made him feel very wanted. And the look on Lucas’s face as they walk right past him is always priceless)

Though he does get sad when he hears people remark how mean and no fun he is, he knows that without him the park would be in shambles

The other members of the park thankfully know him well enough that they can tell when he’s feeling a bit down. On those days, the make sure to be good around with him, hype him up, and generally raise his mood

He’s always thankful on those days for his park family (though he could go without Hendery shouting that he has a nice ass over the megaphone), and repays them tenfold by carrying extra supplies with him

(In a fanny pack that YangYang got him as a joke that he didn’t understand and wears unironically everywhere)

This includes sunscreen, lip balm, eye drops, and ear cleanser

He values skin protection, so you’ll rarely see him without his job issued visor (the band basically gets hidden under his floppy hair)

Always wears the assigned uniform of red shorts and a white shirt with the park logo on it, his lanyard with a whistle and his keycard on it (which is hooked on by a safety clip so it’ll never strangle him), and some beat-up flip flops he’s had since forever

Ten works the lazy river

Ten is...well, let’s just say he’s a complicated character

Though Kun doesn’t doubt that Ten has the skill to step up and take charge

Ten just doesn’t have the drive to

He’s worked at the park for longer than anyone, but only because he started so young and just kept coming back after school ended

He started off being the Kun type, who looks so intimidating with his clipboard and yelling at people not to run

But that just got...exhausting

He hated being the bad guy

Kids would cry for being yelled at, parents would be upset at his words no matter what he said (company policy or his own), or older people would demand he brings them all types of crazy items (from sunscreen to a new section of the park)

He was just so...tired

What was the point of working at the Water Park, a place designed to be fun, if he hated every second of it

So, when Kun arrived at his interview in a button-up and a glittering watch, Ten threw his clipboard aside and requested to move to the Lazy River

Best. Choice. Ever

The water is too shallow for anyone to drown and too slow for kids to make a ruckus

Mainly, his job consists of lounging on his lifeguard tower, reading a book and softly playing music from the speaker he snuck up there

Sometimes, if the days are really slow, Ten steals an intertube and floats along the river for hours (until Kun yells at him to return to his position)

He doesn’t like kids so much, so most of his interactions with the guests are when he gets to join this one group of older ladies who frequent the park, linking up tubes so the can all chat and float together

(Ten has the hottest gossip in town)

Though he does like to push policy, he will wear the red shorts of the uniform (he claims they make his butt look good), but his top will rarely be the issued one

Depending on who he sees at the park, Ten could show up in a mismatched T-shirt and flip flop combo, or a nice swim shirt that defines his chest

(Lucas is always amazed that Ten always knows what days to look good because cute guests, and no one has the heart to tell him Ten packs both options in his bag)

Sicheng works the wave pool

Though newer to the team, Sicheng has almost more experience that Ten because he used to work at a different Water Park

When he moved, he figured he already had the experience, so why not go for the same job

At first, Sicheng was intimidating

He rarely talked to anyone besides Kun, and even then it was all professional

He almost looked scary sitting on the lifeguard tower, sweeping his eyes over the people below him

The first ice breaker was when he rescued a drowning woman, pulling her to safety and giving her CPR

Though the team was intimidated by him, the did admit that looked cool as heck

So, slowly, they started to talk to him more

And more

And more until finally, Sicheng was the one to start conversations and openly laugh at jokes

Turns out, he just likes to be razor focused when working so that he can ensure no one gets hurt

(After all, the Wave Pool is the chaos zone)

And it only made the team admire him more

He doesn’t like to wear hats because they always get lost when he has to dive in, so Kun installed an umbrella for his chair

(that act of kindness brought a blush to his cheeks, and he was teased for it the rest of the day)

He’s the type to wear sunscreen in an almost comical fashion - two thick lines under his eyes are always heavy with it

Even though he looks like an idiot, it’s endearing and makes his already large group of admirers like him even more

While he does wear the uniform, he prefers the wet shoe to sandal, and always takes off his lanyard when he’s on duty (which means he always has to make trips back to his chair to retrieve it later)

Lucas works in the Kids Zone

This one should be no surprise

Lucas is a giant kid himself, so it was a no brainer when he was hired that he should work amongst kids

That and the fact that he is so tall he can easily rescue the kids should they climb too high on the play structure and get scared

Sometimes his height works against him, bonking his head as he tries to duck and weave through the elaborate play structure

And sometimes there are kids who get scared of him at first

But his happy personality and goofy nature usually work to calm the child and get them to trust him

(though this personality is why kids will run right past him to get help from Kun)

He isn’t too great in high stakes situations, as his worry for the kids sometimes overtakes his training, but he does have a standard procedure during this time

Blowing on his whistle three times in succession will have either Ten or Kun running over, taking over the situation while Lucas tries to calm the parents

He does have a steady group of followers who admire him, both young and older

The same group of kids can always be found scurrying around him, jumping on him, and playing with him

Sometimes the sides of the Kids Zone will be full of teenagers, just waiting for a moment to chat him up during his downtime

(though they’re usually disappointed because Lucas’s energy and stamina is ridiculous)

At first he was given the standard white top but poor baby was getting uncomfortable with all the staring so Kun got red shirts and white shorts for him to wear

Never wears his lanyard because he’s worried one of the kids will accidentally get hurt if it swings and hits them

His feet are always covered in electric green water shoes that his Mom got him, and usually his neck has long streaks of white sunscreen (bc he gets too excited about being in the water again he doesn’t take the time to rub it in)

Xiaojun works at the concession stand

Don’t get him wrong, Xiaojun absolutely loves water

The only thing is...he’s not a super huge fan of chlorinated water

He could spend hours upon hours at the beach just surfing up some waves and relaxing in the beach

Unfortunately, the nearest beach is over an hour away and he can’t justify going back and forth each day to work

(trust me, he tried. He loved working at the boardwalk but his old hand-me-down car just gave up on him and the bus doesn’t come frequently enough to take him down there)

So, he takes the next best thing

The concession stand is perfectly situated to where he can see everyone enjoying the water without it reflecting blinding sunlight into the booth

The shop is also air conditioned which is perfect for the blazing hot days of summer

His manager is a kid only a few years older than him that should be working in the office but will typically spend all day playing video games

Because of this, Xiaojun can practically get away with anything, including sneaking off during the down hours to hang out with one of his friends or giving them more than their allotted snack coupons can yet

Although he may look a little shy, Xiaojun is VERY good at his job

A customer will walk up only wanting a bottle of water and walk away with four hot dogs, a large soda, and novelty cup from the park

No one really knows how he does it - but YangYang likes to joke that his eyebrows hypnotize the customers into buying anything he says

He doesn’t wear the standard uniform, unfortunately

He can wear pretty much anything he wants, but he has to wear a bright blue apron with the park logo and slogan on it and the matching hat

(you bet your ass he’s wearing some cargo shorts)

Hendery alternates between the two-seater and single rider slides

Listen

The best part of Water Parks have always been the rides that whip you so hard and fast that by the time you reach the bottom the tube has come out from under you and your bathing suit has given you the tightest wedgie of your life

At least, that’s what Hendery thinks

So it was absolutely no surprise that when he was asked where he wanted to work at the park, he said the inner tube rides

Whether pushing people in or helping them out, he absolutely loves the job

At first, he was a little jealous

A “I wish I could be going on the rides” type of harmless jealousy

But it was only as the weeks went on that he realized that just seeing and interacting with the different types of riders made it so much fun!

Talking to the scaredy cats to help them calm down, assuring parents that the rides are safe, couples telling him about their date night, high fiving the kids who just keep coming back for more

It’s so unlike any job he’s ever worked before

Although he might not get to hang out with his friends and goof off as much as he likes, there’s a certain proud feeling of responsibility that makes those not so great moments better

He’s also the type of person who finds joy in the little things so even though his personality is more on the shy side with new people, he has that type of aura that somehow convinces other people to do all the talking and they leave new friends

Unfortunately…he’s also the forgetful type

Always forgets to bring his uniform shirt to work or gets it mixed up with one of his hundred other white shirt

Kun used to make his wear the rashguard of shame (the only item left from the old branding) but now he just makes sure to keep a pile of spares on hand

He’s also the most likely to have a sunburn by the end of the day if the older boys don’t keep an eye out for him

YangYang alternates between the group rides, and the kiddie slides

YangYang is many things, but the word most people like to use is versatile

He picks up new things very quickly and adapts to new situations with the ease of a veteran

Although he’s the youngest, the people around him put a lot of trust in him and his abilities 

(which sometimes stresses him out to the point that he bottles up his emotions until he ends up crying in the locker room during his breaks. His friends have gotten really good at noticing when he’s at his breaking point and will quickly get him away from the situation. It’s really the only moment of vulnerability they see from the usually happy-go-lucky boy)

This trust somehow got him working various stations across the park, and he’ll move pretty much wherever people need him

He’s currently working the group rides and kiddie slides, which is the craziest juxtaposition

His mornings involve splashing around near Lucas in the Kids Zone, helping kids through the various short slides for them to play with

After his lunch break, usually involved with hanging around with Xiaojun and his other friend who shares the same lunch break that day (M = Kun, Tu = Ten, W = Hendery + Sicheng, Th = Ten + Lucas, F = Lucas, Sat = Hendery + Lucas + Kun, Sun = Ten + Hendery), he’ll head over to the group ride, usually filing drunk adults into rafts and gently declining their offers of drinks

He loves the weird combinations of his day, and the new adventure that come when Kun calls him to the office to give him his new responsibilities

He likes to play the younger brother character that his friends have given him because it allows him to pull mischievous pranks with little to no repercussions

It’s not unusual for people to see him being chased around the park by his friends, big smiles across his face as he laughs with the biggest smile

It does sometimes give guests whiplash when they watch him shoot a fellow lifeguard with a water gun then five minutes later watch him give safety instructions with a serious expression

Unlike his playful personality may suggest, he takes his job really serious - especially because people’s lives are on the line

He always wear a clean uniform, including his lanyard with an embarrassing picture of his ID swinging from his neck

And only grimaces a little when Kun grabs his face to slather it in sunscreen

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#wayv imagines #nct imagines #kun imagines #winwin imagines #nct headcannons #wayv headcanons #lucas imagine #xiaojun imagines #ten imagines #chittaphon imagines #hendery imagines #yangyang imagines

[oneemofungirl]

~Chan’s Top 5 Lies~

So~I recently answered an ask and in one of the answers I wrote that I have a lot of stories of me faking stuff and thank you @virtuallytakenby for being curious about it. Feel free to pause and come back to it because I know this is long af XD Also remember that I don’t do these anymore, lying for your own benefit is bad! and I do not condone lying! So please do not follow my behavior but anyways I hope you find some entertainment in these stories. <3

LIE #1 I Have A Punctured Heart💘

- Probably the biggest thing I’ve faked is telling people that I have a punctured heart. I remember when I was in fifth grade I used to get chest pain a lot and for some reason it led me to believe that I had some sort of heart disease(lol). One day, I guess I was reaaaally deprived of attention that I began telling people stuff like “Hey, I have a heart disease.” and I remember everyone being like “Omygosh really? No wonder I always see you clutching at your chest and having difficulty breathing.”. But the truth was that I had planned all of that beforehand, making sure to fake having difficulty in breathing every half an hour at school. Then when I went into high school, I was reaaally lazy and I hated PE so I continued the lie and I was exempt from literally all the running competitions I used to participate in. Now I do participate in PE and I make sure to get active every now and then.

LIE #2 I Have A Rich Fiancé💍

- Okay. This one is stupid, no joke. Also in fifth grade, everyone had boyfriends and girlfriends and I felt really left out. So I made up this elaborate story that my mom had a friend who was really rich and really liked me so she wanted me to marry her son so we were in an arranged marriage or some shit. And omfg as a kid I was so dumb that I fabricated sooo many text messages in WhatsApp of us. My dumbass even faked being cheated on by him not once! But three frikin times! I used my cousin’s photo as my fake fiance and bought a few stuff to show people and tell them that my ‘fiance’ bought them for me. I continued this lie until my first year in high school. I even frikin told my real boyfriend that I was cheated on. Everyone believed me, and I still feel really bad. So please guys even if y’all don’t have a boyfriend/girlfriend, don’t be going around lying and stuff, it really doesn’t even help one bit. If anything it makes being single even worse!

LIE #3 My Lesson Is Over 🎸

- I was a little devil omg. For this one, I was in fourth grade(crazy I know) and I had guitar lessons. But back then I hated playing the guitar(so stupid i know) and I really didn’t want to go to my classes anymore. So, what I did was flip this round clock I had in my living room(it had roman numbers so I could flip it and people wouldn’t know it was flipped). My dad was supposed to leave to work about a half an hour after my class, so I flipped it to show that my dad was late and he noticed and told my mom about it. My dad went to work and I stayed home because they thought I missed my lesson lmao. I ended up telling my mom I didn’t want to have guitar lessons anymore and stopped but my mom still had to pay for that day’s class even if I didn’t attend and I’m pretty sure my teacher was waiting for me because I didn’t leave a notice earlier. My lesson from this is that you guys should tell the truth if you don’t want something, lying only affects you and others.

LIE #4 My Friends Don’t Want To Watch This 📽

- For this one, I think I was in second year of high school. This one isn’t that extreme but I still faked it really well. I was out hanging out with one of my old friends and we wanted to see this horror movie together. But~ turns out that it was only for 18 & above so the ticket seller recommended another movie for us and I think we were both dazed or something so we agreed. Of course after that we regretted buying the tickets because they were so expensive.The tickets were non-refundable so we proceeded to make up a story and tell the ticket seller that we would be coming back at night to watch another movie with a few other friends. It took some convincing and at one point the manager actually came and got involved lol. In the end we got the tickets refunded and spent it on our equally as expensive lunch. But of course the lesson from this is please listen to what people are telling you, even more so when someone is trying to sell something to you. You might not even realize you spent your money until you regret it.

LIE #5 I’M POSSESSED 👻

- This one isn’t that bad because everyone had a laugh after this XD. This one is more recent(actually happened 4 days ago lol). I was in Melaka for a busking event(I sang but no one cares) and I had to share rooms with 6 other girls. Honestly was the first time I had a sleepover with other strangers. We bonded that night and stayed up super late. I had an idea at first, it was to scare them and tell them that ghosts would roam at 3:00AM(Bloody Mary lol). They got scared but didn’t sleep when it was 3:00AM. So naturally, as the evil person I am, I felt daring enough to scare them with a few ghosts stories(some of them were real tho) and I went in and out of our room and made it feel like there were ghostly things happening (At one point I actually saw a light flashing but we’re here to talk bout lies, my people). Then one thing led to another and I had this funny idea to scare them further. I told them that I could get possessed and that something was making me feel daring enough to expose them to ghosts. One of them was a kid, and she brought like amulets? with her, and she made me wear two of them. I scared them so much that we ended up sleeping late past 4:00AM. Don’t regret it though because we had so much fun XD and don’t worry I didn’t really spook them to the point where they’d be scarred for life, making sure to keep it fun.

Whoo! This was fun another post of me oversharing lmao hope you guys learnt something from this. For the record I'm not proud of any of these maybe the last one Anyways~ if you guys wanna do something like this too go ahead! I'm honestly intrigued to hear some of your crazy stories~ That's it for this though XD babaiiii 👋👋👋

#chansstuff #oversharing #personal #lies #crazy stories

[monsterywriting]

Zombie Boyfriend (Adam) - pt 1

Read the Rewrite here

So, I’ve finally posted my first monster boyfriend story on here! Part 2 coming soon, but I hope y’all enjoy this. Also, this is really a kind of “Frankenstein’s monster” story, but that was too long for the title so... officially Adam’s a zombie!

word count: 2,343

Living alone in the middle of nowhere had its perks, especially considering you enjoyed the solitude of nature of the mountainside without a neighbor around for miles that was actually there for the winter.

It had already been nearly three months since you first came out to fix up your grandmother’s old cabin and you had yet to grow tired of the place. She had moved into the nearby town at the bottom of the mountain where your family lived a year ago now.

She was getting older and her eyesight had been going over the years, so your parents didn’t want her living alone in the winter up where there was no way to check in on her. So, you’d been tasked with getting the place ready to be put on the market for the next summer. Not that you minded the decision too much, though.

You were able to sleep in most days, and all the necessary work that needed to be done outside had been completed over the summer, meaning your job at the cabin consisted mostly of cleaning out the junk that had accumulated over the years and keeping the place dust free until you were able to drive into town and get supplies to actually repaint and decorate in the spring.

A week ago you finally started clearing out the three bedrooms upstairs that had been virtually untouched since you were a child, taking all the old furniture and trash that needed to be thrown out into the front yard.

Since then, every time you went outside, you’ve felt something staring at you while you worked.

At first, you assumed it was some of the wildlife that wasn’t currently hibernating, since they were probably used to getting food left behind from the summer crowd. Now, however, you weren’t sure what to feel about the constant staring and tried not to linger outside for too long.

The cabin sat on a small grassy hill overlooking the frozen lake, other cabins, all empty at this time of year, dotting the shore.

Behind the cabin was a forest, the underbrush and snow so closely packed you could barely see through it. The only break in the tree line was the dirt road, currently blocked with snow, leaving the lake back down the mountain. It was from the trees you felt the stare come from.

Shuddering as you turned away from the forest, you set back to work hauling a rather large wardrobe that had been in the room that used to be yours in the summers. It had once been a beautiful piece, one you’d been hoping to save, but a bad leak in the roof had badly damaged it beyond repair.

The roof and leak had already been fixed, but the ceilings would have to be redone because of the water damage before anything else was done to the rooms.

The wardrobe moved fairly easily at first as you pushed it downhill, and it was a miracle you even got it down the stairs in one piece.

Now, however, as you tried to keep it from falling all the way down and crashing into the lake, you were regretting not taking a sledgehammer to it inside and just bringing it out in pieces.

Now that the ground was a bit more uneven, the wardrobe kept getting stuck, forcing you to push harder against it. About halfway down, you gave it a particularly hard push, but instead of moving, the entire wardrobe tipped over and made you lose your balance as well.

Fortunately, the ground wasn’t as steep and the wardrobe stayed in place once it crashed into the dirt. Unfortunately, however, you started rolling almost as soon as you hit the ground.

Groaning as you picked yourself up off the gravel, you were horrified to find your both your hands and a scrape on your forehead were bleeding. And to make matters worse, your only pair of glasses had cracks all on the lenses, meaning you were blind and stuck as such for another month until you could go home and get another pair.

“Oh god, are you okay?!” Someone called out to you as they ran down the hill towards you, and you turned like a deer in headlights.

Even with your terrible vision you could tell whoever it was was huge, and once he reached out and picked you up onto your feet, you really saw how much he towered over you. You were incredibly nearsighted, and trying to look up at his face was like trying to look up at the top of a mountain without your glasses. All you could tell was that he was wearing dark sunglasses.

“Your forehead is bleeding pretty bad, but it shouldn’t need stitches. From what I can tell it’s just a scrape,” the stranger murmured almost to himself as he held your head in place and pushed your hair out of the way.

“Sorry, but who exactly are you?” You ignored him, squinting and trying to get on your tiptoes to get a better look, “I thought no one would be staying at the lake this winter.”

The stranger suddenly seemed to get nervous, craning his head back so you couldn’t make out the details of his face, though you assumed his reaction was just a matter of personal space as he relaxed as soon as you got back down.

“I actually bought the house on the other side of the lake two years ago,” he finally answered after seeming taken aback by your question, “Did something happen to the woman living here? She was always very kind to me whenever I would jog over here.”

“Ah, no,” you said quickly, easily falling into conversation with the strange man, “She’s my grandmother, she just moved closer to town. She’s still healthy as a horse. Y’know, besides her eyes.”

“Oh, okay,” he paused before continuing tentatively, “Are you… blind, too?”

“Oh, no,” you burst out, almost laughing, “my eyesight is just horrible. I have pretty severe astigmatism, but I can see fine with my glasses… they just broke in the fall, though, so I guess for right now I am until I can go and buy new ones.”

The strange man chuckled before noticing you wiping the blood falling into your eyes and turned all business.

“We have to get that cleaned. Do you have a first aid kit inside?” He asked, guiding you back up the hill by your shoulders.

“Uh, no, though I probably should have,” you said after thinking briefly.

“It’s fine, just hold a paper towel or something against it to stop the bleeding while I run back home and grab mine,” he said without hesitation, leaving you at the entrance while he started running back.

You were left speechless as you watched the blurry blob eventually disappear in the distance before you finally made your way to the kitchen and grabbed a bunch of paper towels before going back to sit on the porch while you waited for the — probably hot by the sound of his voice — apparent neighbor you didn’t even know you had.

By the time you noticed him jogging back with a white bag in hand, the bleeding on your forehead had stopped, but there was a dull ache in your hands where you’d caught yourself on the gravel.

He quickly unzipped the bag and took out what he needed before pulling up his jacket sleeves and getting to work.

Neither of you spoke while he cleaned the scrapes with antiseptic, and you couldn’t help but notice the scars all along his arms and hands while he worked, but you didn’t want to be rude and ask about them after just meeting him. Maybe that’s why he didn’t like you getting so close to him earlier.

“I’m [Y/N],” you finally broke the silence as he placed a large bandage on the palm of your hand, and he jumped as if he’d forgotten you were even there.

“I’m Adam,” he said once he composed himself, placing the trash back in the kit before zipping it closed.

“Well, Adam, I ought to repay you for saving my life,” you grinned as you heard him chuckle at your quip, “How about I feed you for your trouble?”

“That’s alright, it was no trouble really, and I wouldn’t want you to waste your food rations,” Adam tried to stand and decline the offer, but you grabbed his arm, pretending not to notice how he stiffened as your hand was directly on his largest scar.

“Come on, I’ve got enough canned vegetables to last the whole year,” you said gently, not wanting to come across as too pushy, “and some deer sausage in the freezer I’ve been saving for a special occasion. I think this fits the bill.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Adam finally agreed to come in and hang out while you made lunch. You cracked up watching the gigantic guy duck down to go in the front door and then awkwardly sit on your grandma’s tiny old lady couch.

He soon relaxed as time went on, the two of you talking about anything and everything while the food cooked.

You learned Adam was an editor, hence why he could stay up in his house all winter since he worked from home most of the time anyways. You also learned that your grandmother had been his only friend at the lake since he moved in, and while he didn’t elaborate on why, you could hazard a guess based on the scars on his arms.

You also figured out it was Adam who had been somewhat stalking you for the past week every time you went outside.

“I wasn’t stalking you, I was just scared of finding out something bad really had happened to your grandma,” Adam complained, “and I didn’t know how you’d take to seeing me while we’re both alone and trapped here for the winter.”

“Oh come on, how am I supposed to be scared of the guy who’s best friends with my grandma?” The two of you laughed and continued on talking about your various interests.

You discovered the two of you actually had a lot in common, from your senses of humor to books you both enjoyed. And you learned a lot about Adam. That he didn’t have any living relatives and, while he was currently making fairly good money as an editor, he hoped to one day write a novel of his own.

The conversation didn’t end even as you ate, and before you knew it, it was almost dark outside.

“Ah, jeez, you can’t go out in that,” you groaned once you looked out the window, “You can hurt yourself or get lost if it gets any later, and it’s a long walk back to your house.”

“It’s fine,” Adam insisted, grinning confidently, “There’s still some light, and I’ve got pretty good night vision, unlike somebody.”

You were skeptical to say the least, especially considering the fact that not once has Adam taken off his sunglasses around you. But, since he was pretty adamant about being able to walk on his own, you quickly gave in so he wouldn’t lose any more light, but not after forcing him to borrow one of your flashlights just in case.

After that, you and Adam got close pretty quickly, though he always seemed to keep some physical distance between you at all times. But, he would come help you clear out the rest of the bedrooms almost daily, so you couldn’t complain, even if the two of you mostly got distracted goofing off in between taking out the old furniture.

You’d given Adam your grandmother’s new number, so he was able to talk to her again, something she had been ecstatic about. And, you were able to have your parents pick up another pair of glasses for you so you could just drive down and get them as soon as the snow cleared.

Fortunately, you’d gotten the majority of the work done before meeting Adam, so there wasn’t really a rush to finish, not that you wanted to finish any time soon. While you had no doubt you and Adam would remain close even after the cabin was sold, you couldn’t help but hope the lazy days of hanging out every day never ended.

Your feelings for Adam had evolved over time, and you finally admitted to yourself you had a crush on the big softie when he slept over one night after you’d fallen asleep on him while he read one of the old books you’d found in one of the rooms out loud so you could listen, too.

Waking up in the morning to find that he’d gone to grab food from his house and made breakfast for the two of you was almost enough to have you get down on one knee and beg him to marry you right there.

In the blink of an eye, the worst of the snow was over and the roads were clear enough for you to finally go get your new glasses. But when you jokingly told Adam you’d finally get to have a good look at him that morning, he suddenly seemed to get distant, announcing that he had to get to work editing some manuscript somebody emailed him, so he probably wouldn’t be able to come over for a while.

You couldn’t shake how sad he had sounded as you drove down the mountainside, but you soon put the thought away as you pulled up to your parents’ house and stayed for a while to eat with them before going to pick up some paint samples and rollers from the hardware store before heading back to the cabin.

After dropping off everything you bought inside the living room, you decided to go visit Adam with your new glasses while checking to see what was wrong.

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Little Tree (part 2)

Summary: Being a sheriff in a small town, you were surprised when a body was found, making it the first murder in over 50 years. The alarm bells really went off when the FBI showed up as quick as they did. Despite your initial thoughts, you were lucky that they had.

A/N: written for @spnclassicbingo and the final part of this mini series (cause mobile apparently has a limit) and also, I could fill two squares so why not right? Lol. Any mistakes are mostly me, partly my phone :p

Square Filled: silver bullet

Warnings: slight angst, maybe some suspense, talk of dead body, shooting a werewolf, Sam and Dean to the rescue!! some cussing I think. sad,shocked, scared reader. This one has some ups and downs. Oh, and possible OOC Dean and Sam.

Word Count: 3.4k

She hadn’t meant to fall asleep, and even more so it was never her intention to fall asleep on a stack of reports in the chair of her home office. Nonetheless, she sat up blinking her eyes slowly as she wiped the drool from her chin and cheek.

She could tell by the moonlight that poured into her window that it was somewhere between twelve and three in the morning, just late enough to justify a gin and tonic. Mixing the drink her mind began to wander.

Flashes of the woman that lied on the autopsy table popped into her mind. She used her eyelids as if it were the ‘skip’ button on a VCR, pressing them down violently when the pictures portrayed in her mind, hoping that she could rid herself of the image.

“Who could do something so terrible?” she cried under her breath, taking a long swig of the drink before bowing her head. She slammed the cup into the counter and pressed her palms against it to hold herself up while she allowed herself to cry for the first time.

After a long, nearly sleepless night of deep thought, she wrestled with the blankets in her bed before standing.

Anger flowed through her every time the image of that poor woman filled her mind, and while she knew she couldn’t let her emotions get in the way it was a difficult task to ask if anyone. The more she thought about how quickly the so-called ‘agents’ had arrived, the less it made sense to her. She quickly gathered her items and sped to the station, heading straight for Deputy March’s desk.

“Mornin’ Sheriff,” she chirped.

“Morning. Any word on the press’ knowledge of this case?”

“Yep,” she said, turning the screen of her computer towards Y/N. “This was posted about a couple hours after the body was found,” she said softly. “Sunshine News is notorious around here for being nosy pricks.”

“I’m aware,” Y/N said, slightly agitated.

“I’m just saying that they probably have people spying on the station at all hours to be the first to get a good story.”

“You might be right about that,” Y/N said, heading back to her desk and pulling the phone, dialing the number on the card that remained where they’d placed it.

It rang a few times before anyone picked up.Y/N cleared her throat when she heard the hello on the other end. “Agent Burg? Could you and your partner come over to the precinct? There’s some things I’d like to discuss with y’all,” she tried her best to sound nice and professional despite her plans if they arrived.

When she ended the call, she ran over to Deputy Scholts’ desk. “Hey, get the interrogation room ready,” she whispered. “I need cameras set up, handcuffs available if need be and a couple deputy’s set up outside if I need ‘em.” She spoke so quickly and quietly that the deputy was too shocked to say anything in response. Tapping on the desk a few times, she increased her tone, “now. Come on, let’s go.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, scooting the chair back and jogging to the edge of the station to follow orders.

Y/N put the smile back on her face as she awaited for her suspects by the door, tapping her feet as she watched out the window.

Her heart was thumping loudly in her chest, getting louder as the two men parked onto the street. She took a few deep breaths as she watched them walk up the steps.

“Hello gentlemen,” she said, her voice quivering.

“Are you all right, sheriff?” Sam asked, picking up on the shaking in her vocals. It was only clear to her then how much taller and stronger they were than she, but she refused to let on how afraid that made her.

“Yes, thank you. Just want to talk about a few things, if you’ll follow me this way.”

They obliged, which made her feel a tad guilty for not reading them their rights then and there. But with someone as gruesome as this she couldn’t take the chance of them running off to hurt someone else.

She picked up her folder of pictures, documents and reports as she lead them to the interrogation rooms. Splitting them up was the optimal choice, but she struggled in deciding how to do it.

She landed on taking the shorter one, allowing Deputy Scholts to take the other, “Dean, why don’t follow me in here for a moment?” She asked, putting on the brightest smile she could muster up.

The men looked at each other with wide eyes as they realized what was happening.

“Woah, woah, you’re not- you’re not arresting us, are you?” Dean asked, hands up and face cramped.

“No,” she nervously laughed. “Just wanted to chat, like I said. Sam, if you wouldn’t mind following Agent Scholts into the room just over there, I’d greatly appreciate it,” she said, smiling again.

As their breathing picked up, Sam and Dean looked behind them in hope of escaping. But by now, the other deputies in the precinct had blocked the way. Sam’s shoulders dropped down as he sighed and followed Deputy Scholts into the room.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” Y/N asked as Dean took a seat across from her.

“Uh, jack and coke if you got it,” he smirked.

Y/N forced out a short laugh, “unfortunately not.” She inhaled a deep breath, “now, Dean. I did some digging on you and your brother. I know what your childhood was like-“

“You don’t know shit about my childhood, my brother or me,” she nearly shouted. “You’re looking in the wrong place, lady,” he said, rolling his eyes as he slouched back in the chair.

Y/N leaned forward slightly to accommodate the difference. “Okay, so help me out. Where should I be looking?”

“Why should I?”

“Well if you don’t want to go to jail, I-“

“You don’t have anything on us,” he sneered. “The only reason I’m sitting right here is that we’re from outta town and you got no one else to blame. Right?”

“Partly true. It’s a little weird that you show up the day of the murder. What is it? You two just peruse around the states, pretending to be agents, looking to fill this sick desire to, I don’t know… study death or something?”

Dean laughed, causing her to sit back a bit. “No, no. Look, lady, I’ve seen it thousands of times by now. Believe me, this isn’t my first time being interrogated and I’m sure it’s not my last,” he chuckled. “Your victim? She wasn’t killed by a human. The things that filled your nightmares when you were a kid? Hate to break it to you, but they’re real, they’re out there and I’m the guy that puts a stop to it.”

He was nearly yelling again, the veins in his neck poking out as he kept his eyes firmly on Y/N’s. She pondered his words for a moment. He was far too emotional to be lying, she thought.

“Why?” she said, trying to refrain from smiling.

“What?” he spat. “You believe me?”

“Not saying I believe you,” she said in a breath, leaning forward and planting her elbows on the table. “Just want to know why.”

“Because no one else will. You think cause you’re the sheriff of this dinky town you could figure out what happened to that poor girl and come out of it alive?” He shook his head, “I’d bet money the DNA you get back from under her nails isn’t human, but I’m not sitting in here, waiting for that day to come.”

“Okay,” she said slowly. Had she not seen the victim herself she wouldn’t believe him, but she knew deep down that something was amidst. Something inside of her told her that there was at least a grain of truth to what she was saying. “Can you prove it to me?”

He shook his head slightly, eyes squinted in disbelief. “What?”

“Prove it to me. Prove that this was some… unnatural being and I’ll let you go.”

He shook his head once more, bringing a hand to scratch just above his eyebrow. “I can’t do that without putting you in danger.”

The laugh that came from her seemed to jump out unexpectedly, “you think I’d be working this job if I was trying to stay out of harm's way?”

Without giving him time to respond, Y/N stood from her chair and walked with her head held high into the other room just in time to see Deputy Scholts standing to Sams side. Y/N decided to watch for a moment, soaking in Sams reaction before requesting the deputy leave the room.

“Why did you kill her?” He shouted, unintentionally spitting at Sam, who remained calm.

“I didn’t,” he said softly yet reassuringly, but the agitation was visible on his face.

“Deputy,” Y/N called, “I’ll take it from here. Go keep an eye on the other for a moment, will you?” She smiled.

“Y/N, I know it all looks but you have to believe me when I say we’re the good guys here,” he stammered, pleasing as if his life depended on it.

Y/N coasted to the chair, waiting for the deputy to vacate before speaking. As soon as the door shut behind him, she focused on Sam, “elaborate.”

Sam let out a long sigh. His eyes scanned around the bland room in annoyance as he sat back in the chair. “Dean and I,” he paused, letting out another frustrated breath. “We’re brothers, and we kind of do what you do, but instead of people committing crimes it’s- its, well in this case a werewolf,” he said, slamming his hands against the table as if to put emphasis on the words.

His eyes went wide after noticing she hadn’t even flinched. She smiled as she stood from the table and called out of the door at the Deputy to release Dean.

“Follow me, gentlemen,” she said, leading them down the hallway and back into the lobby of the office. She turned just slightly to see them in peripheral, making sure they were still behind her as she walked back into the autopsy room.

“Before yesterday,” she whispered, closing the door behind them. “I never would have believed a word out of either of you, and you’d both be thrown into that cell so fast you’d have bruises on your heads,” she said as she walked towards the table to pull out the woman’s body.

“But I’ve done detective work outside of the small town, you see. I’ve had my fair share of homicide cases, and to be honest with you, it’s why I moved here, to get away from the city. These kinds of things…” the volume of voice was diluted by the images of the horror she’d seen in her years working in a big city.

She closed her eyes for a brief moment to regain composure. When she opened them, Sam held a soft gaze on her while Dean stood understandably stoic.

“Those images don’t ever leave your mind,” she said softly. “I’ve never, in my twenty years of police work, seen this kind of case before, which leads me to believe your tellin’ the truth.” She strolled towards the woman, pulling the sheet back carefully. “I was combing through the pictures and files from this case last night and noticed that she’s got hair under her nails, too. Well, more like animal fur. I did some googling and what came up was on par with what y’all are saying.” She shook her head, “there’s claw marks right here around where the creature would have ripped out the heart, and the scratches on her face and body are congruent with an animal attack.”

“So you googled a few things and all of a sudden you’re on board with the werewolves exist train?” Dean asked dubiously raising an eyebrow.

“I wouldn’t say I’m on board, but I’m willing to entertain the idea, yes,” she nodded, blinking slowly.

Dean couldn’t help but to laugh, the whole thing was crazier than he imagined it to be. “I’ll be honest with you, Sheriff, I’m happy we’re not under arrest anymore, but I gotta say - I’m not fully understanding the complete 180 here.”

“I -“ she started, running her hand down her arm. “I saw some things as a kid. Things you don’t forget. I always thought it was just my imagination until this case came in.” She bowed her head down, closing her eyes. “Last night… I, again, thought it was just my imagination or some kids playing a prank, but I saw a... creature outside of my window. The thing was huge, almost looked like how one would imagine Bigfoot to look like.” She sighed, “I’d had a bit to drink, so I just decided to head to bed, but woke up this morning to scratch marks on my back door.”

She glanced out of the window on the door to be sure no one else had eyes on their conversation and stepped a bit closer to the men, “you don’t think this thing is coming after me next, do you?”

Sam and Dean exchanged another glance before Sam spoke out, shaking his head, “not if we can help it,” he said.

—-

Hours after the three had left the station, the sun was setting on Little Tree. The Winchester’s and Y/N set up shop in her two bedroom cabin in the woods, making sure they were fully prepared to stop the werewolf before it could kill again.

Y/N couldn’t help but to pace along her dining room floor, the heels of her shoes clicking with each anxiety fueled step.

“Would you knock it off? You’re blowing my concentration,” Dean gasped, holding a rifle to his side.

“Sorry I’ve never had to deal with this before,” she said sourly, rolling her eyes slightly.

“Well hopefully you will never have to again,” Sam said, rubbing her back softly.

“How do we kill it?”

“Silver bullet to the heart,” Dean said nonchalantly as he peaked through the blinds of the window. As he walked back over to Y/N and Sam he raised his eyebrows, “look, this thing is not gonna just walk straight in here to get killed. Our best bet is to have someone outside, make it think they’re alone,” he said in a matter of fact tone, keeping his eyes glued to Y/N.

“We’re not using her as bait,” Sam said under his breath, taking a step towards Dean.

Dean flopped his hands against his side, “what else are we gonna do? Wait for it to kill again?”

“It’s fine,” Y/N spoke out. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been used as bait,” she chuckled softly, trying to ignore her rapid heartbeat. “I can do this.”

Nodding slowly, Sam pressed his eyebrows together before dumping a few silver bullets into her hand. “We’ll be right behind you,” he said.

Y/N closed her eyes tightly, remembering how horrific the creature had treated the woman. It pained her to even think about, but she knew she needed the anger to help overcome the fear. With a shaking hand she pulled her gun from her belt and inserted the bullets that Sam had given her.

Without so much as a word, she nodded to the men before taking slow steps out of her back door, stowing the gun back into the holster. She focused on her breathing in an effort to slow her heart rate. Saliva was building up in her mouth quicker than she could swallow it causing her anxiety to escalate.

Every movement in the trees from the wind was a threat. Every sway of branches sounded like footsteps. She kept a hand resting on her pistol and the other holding the flashlight.

The seconds we’re moving agonizingly slow, and no matter what she did she couldn’t relax until she knew the creature was dead. Another branch crunched, and that time she knew it wasn’t the wind. She flipped around hastily, drawing her weapon and looking in all directions.

Behind her, another twig snapped and in that moment, so did she. She wasn’t sure what came over her, but she had had enough.

“Come on!” she screamed, her voice cracking. “I know you’re out here. Come and get me!” She screamed again, no longer shaking out of fear but of anger.

Another snap, this one closer. She held tightly onto the gun, flipping around in all directions as her eyes squinted in search for the monster.

In the distance, she heard what sounded like two people running through the crisp leaves left over from fall, assuming that the Winchester’s were following her harrowing screams.

She wanted to curse at them, she wasn’t ready for help, but the distraction of their untiring with her was enough for the monster to take its chance.

As her back was turned to the woods, she felt bristly arms wrap around her torso. They yanked her back swiftly, causing her to drop the gun. She hadn’t a moment to think about anything.

Even in the silence of night, the soft whispers of the wind and creaming is the branches was replaced with a ringing in her ears. It was like time as at a standstill. She could just barely hear herself screaming as her feet dragged in the dirt.

When she caught her senses, she flailed about. If she was going to be taken, much like the victim from before, she wasn’t going to go down without a fight. She continued to scream, kicking her legs and wiggling her arms as much as she could to free herself. She figured it must have angered the being, because her dropped her onto the ground but he didn’t leave.

Instead, he stood motionless for a moment and followed by a grunt he fell right on top of her. She hadn’t noticed the blood until the Winchester’s lifted the monster off of her and helped her to her feet. She knew that they were saying things to her, but she couldn’t tell what.

Whether it was adrenaline or fear, the ringing was slowly being overtaken by a tremor. When she was able to hear again, it seemed magnified.

Dean propped her up in a chair on her back porch. She covered her ears as his voice was growing too loud. It all had become too much.

Tears rained down her cheeks as she shook her head, “stop yelling at me,” she cried.

Dean sighed and dropped to her level, taking her hands in his own, “are you okay?” he asked much quieter than before.

She could only nod her head, she would need a moment or a thousand to get over what she just endured. The tears continued to pour as the Winchester’s inspected her body for wounds.

After finding nothing more than a few scratch marks, Sam scurried inside to grab a blanket and find something for her to drink.

She had calmed down quite a bit when he came back to wrap the blanket around her. He knelt down to her level, holding the cup of ice water by her knee.She anxiously chuckled, taking the drink in her hand and setting it on the table beside her.

As she stood, she sluggishly walked towards the door, “I’m gonna need something stronger than this after the hell I just went through.”

Sam laughed sympathetically, following her into the kitchen as she reached into the cupboards for alcohol. Without saying a word she mixed three drinks, handing one to Sam. With a soft smile she handed the other to Dean, “here’s that jack and coke you requested earlier,” chuckling softly.

He cracked a small smile, taking the glass in hand and opening his mouth to speak.

“I appreciate what you guys have done tonight, and I’m sorry for accusing you.”

“Like I said, you wouldn’t be the first and you won’t be the last,” Dean shrugged taking a sip.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “You know, I don’t know how you guys do this, but… I guess I’m glad you do.”

“Years of practice,” Dean smirked, glancing at Sam.

After a few moments of silence and a couple more drinks, Sam places a hand on her arm. “We’ll stay with you as long as you need to feel safe, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” she smiled. “I’ll be fine. You guys have lives to save.”

“So do you,” Dean smiled, taking back the rest of his drink.

After double checking the perimeter, the Winchester’s said their goodbyes to the woman whose life will never be the same. Although she vowed to never doubt the existence of the supernatural, she hoped that she’d never have to experience a night like that ever again.

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So I Wrote a Concert.

Hey everyone. This is a longer post, so fair warning.

I didn’t have a terribly productive summer, musically speaking; a lot of my time was taken up with other stuff (work, an internship, other personal obligations, a depressive episode I’m still not on the other side of, etc, etc). That’s not great, because usually the summer is when I compose most of my stuff (usually, in the sense that I have a composing schedule after only a couple years of composing--ha!). With  all that said, I did manage to write enough for a short concert of chamber music, centered around the solo piano and the piano trio! 

I’d never really written for the piano before-- the polyphonic nature of the instrument scared me, as someone who writes melodies by ear and has no real grasp of harmonies. However, I like to think that I have a good grasp of rhythm (that tap dancing background is good for something after all!) and that was my guide through the instrument. As for the piano trios: I love the cello, and can tolerate the violin. Why wouldn’t I write some trios. 

With all that said, I’ve included links in the title of each piece to rough MP3′s of each of the four pieces for the concert. Below each link are the program notes I’ve drafted for the concert program. I’d really appreciate it if y’all let me know what you think!

Grazie,

T.A.R.

PS-- As always, PDF’s of the scores are available upon request.

Link and Program Notes for the Piano & Piano Trio Concert

I remember the first time I read a Bernard Shaw script. It was his Saint Joan, and, like most of his scripts, contains a long essay about what he as the playwright wanted to accomplish by writing the play. The essay is nearly as long as the play itself. Since then, I’ve tried to keep two goals in mind: first, to use program notes to explain clearly at least one thing that might be of interest to the audience for each piece that I write, and second, to avoid Shavian long-windedness in my program notes. Success is, as ever, illusory. With those goals in mind, I’d like to take a few paragraphs to offer you a guide through the pieces you’ll be hearing tonight. These remarks follow no particular pattern, nor do they dwell on a consistent topic—the focus, broad as it may be, is merely to offer some context (whether personal, aesthetic, or what-have-you) fr each of the pieces in the way they’ll be presented tonight. None of the pieces are so complicated or obtuse to make this guide essential reading (or at least I hope they aren’t), but you might like something to do while you wait for the concert to start.

A Minor Catastrophe:

The first piece in this concert for piano trio is actually not a piano trio at all; instead, it’s a piece for solo piano. It wound up on the program tonight simply because I think it serves as both a warm-up (and then some) for our wonderful pianist [insert name here], and because for better or worse I think it does a good job explaining my particular musical ‘voice’ (how I hate that pretentious term) or idiom. The piece is titled A Minor Catastrophe, which sums up the structure of the piece well. There is relatively little thematic material holding it together—instead, the cohesion comes from a relentless rhythmic intensity, and constant tension between various rhythmic patterns. The title also contains a pun to the constantly recurring theme—a simple tracing out of the A minor chord, which underpins the entire piece in the manner of minimalist harmony (that is to say, the harmonic structure of the piece is relatively static and entirely tonal). This three-note theme creates a tension with the other material of the piece, which shifts between phrases in multiple different times—that is, a phrase ‘in three’ (with a one-two-three, one-two-three rhythmic pattern) with pull and push against a phrase in four (a one-two-three-four, one-two-three-four pattern). I’ve used this pull and push to create some of the rhythmic energy of the piece, and if nothing else it keeps it moving along briskly.

Entirely in one movement, the whole of the piece finishes within the nine minute mark. In that sense, and given what could generously be called a rhapsodic form (and less generously a rambling one), it’s probably best to call this a “piano prelude,” according to the formal conventions of ‘classical’ music. Those conventions aren’t a language I’m entirely comfortable using; I was raised on ‘popular music’ and never had any formal musical training or education until college, and what education I have is introductory at best. I’ve always composed entirely by ear and inspiration, which probably accounts for some of the structural ambiguity (or incoherence) in the first two pieces you’ll hear tonight.

However, despite (or perhaps because of) the lack of a rigid structure of this piece, I think it offers a good look into my mental process and the way I think about music, as both a composer and as someone who listens to music. In that sense, I thought it would be a useful way to start tonight’s concert. Unrestrained by outside conventions, this piece, I hope, will serve as a workable introduction to the kind of music you’ll hear tonight.

With that in mind, let’s look at the second piece.

Quick and Dirty:

Having established a sound world for this concert that is essentially without traditional conventions or forms, this second piano prelude takes us a little further down the path of modern music. By that, I mean that the harmonies are more jagged and dissonant, the rhythms less predictable and more unsteady, and the melodies completely fragmented.

I wrote this piece, like virtually all of my pieces, by ear. Usually, this process entails a stunningly bad first draft of a piece that I then slowly whittle down and shape into something that comports with my limited knowledge of traditional conventions (sonata form, tonal triadic harmonies, etc, etc). And usually I wind up reasonably content with the result—I say reasonably content because as an artist I’m never truly happy with my work. This process, however, does lead me down the path of neo-romanticism, or sometimes minimalism, or so on. In other words, I worry that it tends to make each piece sound derivative of someone else’s music. So I tired something different.

With this piece I tried to create something that was purposefully *ugly* in the way it sounded. Hence, the title “Quick and Dirty.” (It’s also a comparatively short five minutes, thus the first part of the title.) I intend for this ugliness to remove the impersonal polish to try and find a more distinct musical voice underneath all the convention. As always, however, that is a judgment that is ultimately up to you the audience.

I was interested in ugliness, specifically, for a few reasons. First, a lot of my effort usually goes into disguising the work that goes into a piece–that is, making each piece look effortless and sound, if not pretty in the stereotypical sense, at least polished to a sheen. The other reason is that I’ve never really used music as an outlet to explore my mental state; it’s never the way I think about it. My usual approach is to create a piece for someone or something else– that is to say, I write a piece for X instrument because a friend needs a new piece to pad out their recital, or because I want to see what I can do with an odd instrumentation (i.e. two clarinets and a viola). I thought I should probably look inward at some point, and this is a somewhat clumsy first result.

Triage:

Having used the first two pieces of tonight’s concert to show off the pianist, I thought it would only be fair to similarly showcase our excellent string players [insert names here]. This second piece, a short piano trio, was built around what are called ‘extended techniques’ for playing string instruments. In other words, there are instructions for the players to use their instruments in some odd ways, to produce sounds that are rather different from the normal lyricism and rich song-like lines of the violin and cello. The intended effect is to add an ethereal element to an already somewhat mournful piece. (Of course, you know what they say about artistic intentions.) It might be that mournfulness that led me to the title Triage, which to me conjures up an image of the dead and dying, but I honestly think it was the shared prefix with the word Trio. I’m very drawn to surface similarities as a way to connect seemingly disparate concepts. On top of that, I do like a good pun. Sadly, between the title of the first piece and the title of this one, apparently I have to make do with remarkably poor ones.  

The form of this piece is essentially undefined, floating between one idea and the next. There is an occasionally recurring metronome in the piano, and few moments when all the players elaborate on a syncopated scale. But aside from those occasional grasps of familiarity, the players glide from one gesture to the next, sometimes echoing or reflecting back to each other, but never stopping to relentlessly drive a musical idea into the ground. It’s a dreamlike and insubstantial conjuring of a particular tone, or mood.

It’s also resolutely tonal, with very conventional harmonies and so forth. While I would hardly call myself a neo-Romantic composer, I’m certainly more comfortable writing the sort of music you can hum on your way out of the theater than I am writing more avant-garde or conceptually intense music. That’s probably a function of my composing style—I like to hum up a melody before I ever sit down at a piano or computer to work out the harmonies, the instrumentation, or any other aspect of a piece. And sadly, I never learned to hum in set theory tones. (Any singer could tell you I never learned to hum in any kind of tone, but that’s another conversation.) All of which is to say that, while I’m a great fan of most of the quote-unquote “new music” composers and the pieces they’re putting out, and while I admire the artistic talent it takes to write that sort of music, it’s a talent that I either don’t have or haven’t cultivated. My sound world is entirely blue-haired.

Which brings us to the final piece of the evening.

Piano Trio No. 1, ‘Repartee’

I very rarely like any of the pieces I write. Part of that is just the standard-issue self-loathing of the artist, part of it is that I’m still a relatively immature composer and I can see the amateurism in what I write, and part of it is simply that by the time I’ve finished a piece I’ve heard the playback from my electronic score so frequently that the familiarity renders it loathsome. The larger part, however, is a kind of conceptual loathing—very rarely does my original idea for a piece survive contact with the actual process of writing it. However, with this piano trio, the original idea sails through in fine form. That’s probably why this piece is one of my personal favorites.

I had a very basic idea for this trio. I wanted to write something glittering, light, and adorably entertaining. Forget artistic pretensions, or rigorous theory to back up every choice of chord. This is a piece that I had fun composing, and that you’re going to have fun listening to. The informal title, Repartee, reflects that idea: a jaunty conversation where the verbal volleys banter back and forth and around the room as everyone laughs gaily and has a grand old time.

The first movement is a light allegro: open, airy, dashing along to leave you suspended in a pleasant haze. The second movement, though a slower adagio, maintains the airy feeling through the use of transparent orchestration and delicate quavers in the right hand of the pianist. Throughout the third movement, a faster tempo creates tension with a lethargic two-step time signature; this tension propels the piece into the fourth and final movement, an ecstatic release for both players and audience, with the notes rushing by on their way to a triumphant finale that seems to arrive altogether too soon. The structure is fairly straightforwardly linear and old-fashioned. Each movement follows the rough pattern of fast—slow—faster—now-really-fast structure of most classical pieces, to present a clear contrast between movements, and to make sure there’s enough variety to keep everyone (me included) interested. One note about the musical theory: the first movement sits in B major, and every subsequent movement sits one half-step above the previous movement (so the second movement is in the inescapable C major, the third in C sharp major, the final in D major). I like to think this gives us a sense of rising up through the progression of the piece, even as we slow down to look at the pretty scenery.

The key to this piece, I think, is the incredibly simply and open harmonic pattern. In a word, I eschew the chromaticism of the neo-Romantics, and avoid the atonality of the avant-garde in favor of something closer to three-chord rock & roll. By keeping each instrument confined to a particular distinctive timbre, and by avoiding cluttering up their respective lines with excessive and extravagant harmony, the interplay between each of the short melodies—not quite full melodic lines, but more substantial than quick motives and phrases—is highlighted. The forward motion comes from a bounding and delightful rhythmic energy and the changing interplay of these short melodies.

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