#sorry to go all teacher!nina on you for a minute

[noteveryoneis]

Ava is not late, thank you very much. She’s running because she wants to, definitely not because Adriel-fuckface held her back even though she made it very clear she needed to go. And sure, the only reason Sheriff Kristian Shaefer hasn’t arrested her yet was because she was speeding way too fast and he couldn’t catch her, but she was simply practicing her speed driving skills.

She runs past Superion’s office, the woman scrambling to her feet with a scandalized gasp, but Ava is already out of reach.

“Ava Silva, don’t you dare run in my school!”

Her school, big words, Duretti is still the alleged principal even though she’s basically running this whole thing herself. Still, Ava cannot help but smile to herself, grinning as she realizes that nothing has changed.

She is still Ava Silva, their town’s troublemaker and microwave blower, still the example parents use to scare their kids into the right path. Still the reason behind Superion’s gray hair. She rounds up the corner, climbs up the stairs two at a time, basically swings the door open to run through the corridor. She runs past Nina’s classroom, stops so fast she nearly falls forward, turns around and runs back to catch herself on the doorframe, out of breath.

Teacher-Slash-Hot-Neighbor-Slash-Resident-Nerd Beatrice is sitting completely still at her desk, staring back at Ava like she just can’t believe her eyes. For a minute here, Ava is afraid of getting scolded and getting sent to detention, it takes her a couple of seconds to remember that she’s a grown adult and that Teacher Beatrice (Miss Young?) doesn’t have authority over her.

“Sorry!” She says, taking off her cap and running a hand through her hair. “I’m so sorry, I just didn’t want to be late because my boss was being a di— uh… Annoying.”

She smiles as Miss Young stands up, shaking her hand without a word.

“I apologize for making you wait,” Ava still says, just in case, because her mama didn’t raise her to be rude (Mama barely raised her at all, actually).

“It’s alright, nothing to worry about,” Miss Young says, closing the door behind Ava and coming back to her desk and leaning back against it. “I think you’ll understand if I don’t offer for you to sit behind a desk.”

Yeah, no, there’s no way Ava can fit on one of those tiny chairs, plus it would be really humiliating. Instead, she settles for leaning against the first table, putting her cap on the desk and nervously adjusting the collar of her shirt.

“Mrs. Silva—”

“Look, I’m really sorry about Nina’s marijuana joke,” Ava says, barely breathing as she speaks. “One of my friends hasn’t adjusted to little ears yet, she’s working on it. And I’ve talked about it with Nina and she understands what she did wrong. She promised she would never do it again.”

“I’m— That isn’t the problem,” Miss Young says, looking slightly dumbfounded.

“Oh, you found it funny then?” Ava asks.

Miss Young only offers a polite smile, looking down at her shoes.

“I can’t have Duretti hear that my students are telling each other inappropriate jokes in my class.”

“I didn’t hear a no,” Ava teases, because it’s her default, and also it makes Miss Young adorably blush and she likes that color on her.

“This isn’t about the marijuana joke, Mrs. Silva.”

“It’s Miss,” Ava says, dismissing it with a wave of her hand. “Okay, then, what has she done? Made something blow up in science class? Ate a crayon? She tried eating soap the other day, she wanted to breathe out bubbles.”

Miss Young looks like she’s trying really hard to decide between laughing and slapping a hand over Ava’s mouth to get her to stop talking.

“Nina has… A lot of energy. She is a very lively girl, and she has a good heart, but I’m not here to talk about her. I want to talk about your other daughter.”

“You know Neves?” Ava asks, frowning in confusion. “I thought it was someone named Yasmine teaching her, why would you be the one talking about her?”

“Your other daughter, Miss Silva,” Miss Young says, a sharp edge to her voice. “Novalee.”

“Nova,” Ava corrects, almost instinctively. “She hates that name.”

Mostly because she thinks Ava named her after Natalie Portman’s character in the ‘Walmart baby movie’, and although, yes, hearing it made her decide, it’s not where that idea comes from. And now she has three kids whose names all look the same, and she can’t even explain it wasn’t her fault (JC was also to blame for that one).

Still, her brain takes a few seconds to follow after what Miss Young has said.

“Are you sure you have the right kid?”

“Yes, are you saying that your daughter isn’t worth talking about?” Miss Young asks, narrowing her eyes like she’s about to call Ava an unfit parent (she wouldn’t be the first).

“Oh, I could talk about her for hours, but you’re the first teacher to ask to meet me to do that.”

Miss Young relaxes, nodding.

“I’m guessing not many of her teachers have paid attention to her?”

“Yeah, they usually write that she needs to talk more on her assessments and move on,” Ava says.

And every time her father would sit her down at the kitchen table and try to talk some sense into her (and Nova would end up crying in Ava’s arms and it would start another fight between her parents), but Ava never really cared for it. Teachers never cared much for her daughter, as she didn’t make noise and they could focus on other students (and yes, it made Ava realize how much of a nightmare she probably was for every quiet kid that was stuck in her class back in the days). What Ava cared about, it was her soul, her spirit, things she loved and were driving her forward.

School wasn’t one of those things.

“That's what I thought,” Miss Young nodded. “Her other professors are saying the same thing, but I have a feeling…”

She chewed on her bottom lip.

“I have a feeling she is starting to open up. In my class, at least.”

“Is she?” Ava asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

“She’s a good student, she learns fast, faster than the others, I have a feeling she’s going to get bored of the pace at which I teach very soon.”

“Sounds like her,” Ava smiles, raising her chin in pride.

Math was never one of her strong suits, but language was always easy for her. Probably because of how much she reads (more than Ava ever has in her whole twenty-eight years of life), or because of how much she has been exposed to different languages since birth — all three of the girls speak English, Spanish and Portuguese, and they’ve also been taught basics in other languages by the other kids at school (Nova’s Italian is rudimentary but she can understand complicated conversations and Nina can sing ‘Happy birthday’ in Arabic, it came as a shock when she realized not every school sang that).

So yeah, Ava isn’t surprised. But she is still as proud as always.

“Which is why I want to propose something to her,” Miss Young continues, looking slightly nervous this time. “There is another student in my class that is struggling to keep up with the class, and I was hoping Nova could help her catch up.”

Ava cannot help but frown at the idea.

“Isn’t that your job?”

“It is,” Miss Young says, stuttering over her own words. “That’s not what I mean. I’m— May I speak freely, Miss Silva?”

“Sure.”

“I think Nova could reap some benefits from that partnership too. She’s lonely, I can see that. She doesn’t have any friends, but I feel like if she opened up a little the other children could realise that she is actually quite special. I'm hoping that this could help her make some friends.”

The thing about Miss Young, it’s that she genuinely believes in what she says. There is something in her voice, in her tone, in the way she stands, that makes her look more open, more certain, more sure of herself. She could tell Ava that unicorns are real and Ava would believe her.

“And Miss Morgan — the student I’m talking about — could really use some good influence too, I believe.”

“Let me guess, the kid’s a bully.”

“She’s a child, Miss Silva,” Miss Young says, just as certain as before. “She needs to learn what is right and what is wrong. I have faith that the both of them could figure it out together.”

Well shit, she didn’t have to phrase it like that. Ava was right, now she’s really starting to think about it. About little Nova who doesn’t have any friends and spends her evenings locked up in her room as Nina plays with Diego and other kids she doesn’t know the names of, about the heavy loneliness in her eyes every time she picks her up and the way her backpack seems ten times heavier than it really is as she leaves for school.

Miss Young is really good at her job.

“Look,” Ava says. “Here’s the deal. I’ll talk about it with Nova, and you’ll talk about it with her too. She’ll decide. Those tutoring sessions, I want them to be monitored, at least at the beginning. Our door is always open for her to come, but I won’t let my daughter become a punching bag for some angry kid. And if she gives us both different answers, then I guess we’ll have to reschedule another meeting.”

And she’s not that mad about that.

Miss Young nods.

“That’s what I had in mind.”

“Great!” Ava smiles. “By the way, did you really think Nina’s marijuana joke was funny? ‘Cause I know I did.”

“I’m not allowed to encourage her to that kind of behaviour in this school,” Miss Young says, a small smile on her lips.

“I’m still not hearing a ‘no’.”

#fic: strangers in this town #warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #posting this because my aunt is trying to convince me that feminism is the root of all evil #shout out to 13yo me that didn't know not everyone sings happy birthday in Arabic

[steponmeinejghafa]

Little Crow Pt. 4

Summary: What started as a good day goes south to the point where you display "concerning" behavious on the playground, which leads your principal to call your parents to school.

Your age: 10

Six of Crows x fem!child!reader

Note: Pretend Pekka still lives in Ketterdam, and never moved far far away.

Taglist: @winstonthecow22 , @ell0ra-br3kk3r , @trashmouthsahra , @myheartfollower

Warnings: Blood, mentions of sharp objects, prejudices, fighting, yelling, arguments

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You sat at the breakfast table with Wylan, who was helping you with your math homework a little bit last-minute. While he taught you how to multiply decimals, you wolfed down your toast and eggs which Nina made for you.

"So, you think of the times tables while you do these, okay?" Wylan explained, when Kaz emerged out of nowhere.

"Come on, little crow," he said. "Or you'll be late."

You hastily put your math in your bag, gave Wylan a big hug and a 'thank you', before bidding everyone goodbye and following your father out.

"Papa, guess what?" You asked excitedly while he sat in the carriage beside you.

"What, little crow?" He asked, not bothering to feign any interest as you both stepped out of the carriage, with him holding your hand as you crossed the street.

"I might get top marks in my tests this week!" You grinned. "Uncle Wylan helped me with my Math and a bit of Science, and Auntie Nej did Social Studies with me, and Auntie Nina did the rest of Science! I'm super confident in class and no one, not even Sofiya Reznik could answer the questions the teacher asked us!"

"Reznik is the girl who's father is a professor, isn't it?" He asked. "I'm proud of you, Y/n."

"I need to go now, Papa," you said, nodding at his hand which was clutching yours tightly.

"Alright," he sighed. "But remember: never start a fight, always be the one to finish it, and please stay far away from Alby Rollins. I don't need Pekka breathing down my neck if you hurt the boy."

"I'm making no promises," you grinned and leaned against his side a little. "I've got this."

"Have a good day, little crow," he smiled slightly, letting go of you. Excited, you skipped in past the gates, running to greet your friends.

Kaz's skin prickled as he saw the children bustling about in the schoolyard. Almost all of them were mercher's children, and he knew they lived on the far richer side of Ketterdam.

Shaking off the feeling, he walked away, back into the carriage.

Your day commenced as it normally would. However, recess was the one part which caused your happy mood to sour.

You ran with everyone else on the playground, laughing as you all played tag. You'd been tagged, and chased relentlessly after a random kid from the other fourth-grade class.

You clapped him on his back and turned around swiftly, but you slammed bodily into Alby Rollins, Pekka Rollins' spoiled, rotten little boy.

"Sorry about that, Rollins!" You apologised hastily and tried swerving around him.

He shoved your shoulder and scowled, "Watch where you're going, Barrel trash."

You'd been called many names before, but that particular one struck your dignity hard.

Your hands clenched into fists at your sides as your e/c eyes blazed. "You take that back, Rollins."

He hit you on the shoulder, "Or what, slum rat?"

You noticed a sharp rock at your feet and picked it up, baring it at him. "Or I'll cut you."

His piggy eyes went wide, but he still held himself confidently. He kicked you on the back of your knees, causing you to tumble down onto the dusty ground. The stone in your hand cut a deep gash across your palm, but you didn't care.

"You'll cut me?" He scoffed, kicking you in the ribs. "You'll cut me? I don't think so, scum. Don't even belong here with us non-slum dwellers, do you?"

"I belong here just as you all do," you spat, trying to stand up, but he kicked you hard in the ribs again. You wheezed and collapsed again, arm clutching your abdomen.

"Think you're equal 'cause your Da owns a club?" He scoffed. "Kaz Brekker don't got nothing on Pekka Rollins."

But before he could even draw his leg back for another kick, you regained your posture and swung a fist at his nose with as much strength as your 10-year-old body would allow.

An audible 'crack' came from where your fist connected with his face, and he clutched at his jaw which you'd hit. The hit was cushioned by his round cheeks, but you weren't any older than him nor were your knuckles conditioned enough to handle a direct hit, and your fist pulsed with pain.

"You filthy Barrel rat!" He screamed, and knocked you down as he tackled you, his pudgy body weighing your down significantly. He threw punch after punch at your face and body, while you tried freeing your arms pinned under his knees. Around you, kids chanted 'fight, fight, fight!'

Of course no one was going to help. Your face was bleeding, and you could barely feel it anymore as he beat you bruised and bloody. Tears streamed down your face as you pleaded for him to stop. He didn't cease his relentless hitting, and no one dared touch Pekka Rollins' son anyway, so why would they attempt to now? You prayed desperately that someone went to get a teacher, and ignored every single insult he hurled your way. Regardless, a white-hot anger coursed through you, making you struggle harder.

You got an arm free from under him and caught his collar, before pulling him to the side hard enough to get him off one side of you. Wiggling out, you wiped a hand across your mouth for it to come down red with blood. Angry like a bull, you charged at him, fists swinging at his pudgy body as you hit and kicked every place you could reach. The other kids tried holding you back, but nothing would stop you from taking revenge for all he did to you.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF ALL THIS?" Exclaimed a teacher. Beside her stood Sofiya Reznik, looking worried for you.

"Miss!" Wailed Alby pathetically while you wiped the steadily drying blood from your knuckles. Dragging your sleeve over your face, you wiped off whatever blood you could, and had only just been able to think rationally and clearly, when another teacher seized you by the elbow and dragged you inside. It gave you some satisfaction to see that Alby was also being dragged with you equally harshly. Clearly these teachers weren't scared of Rollins the way the others were.

"I need some context on what happened," sighed the teacher who'd grabbed you, while you sat on a cot in the nurse's office, Alby opposite to you and mewling pathetically to the nurse and teacher.

You allowed the young man to start dabbing away at the blood on your face and replied, "He called me Barrel trash just because I bumped into him, accidentally. I apologised, but then he had to escalate it."

"...and then the shameless Barrel girl punched me!" You heard Alby bleat, while the nurse and teacher looked thoroughly done with is antics.

"It's on him cause he started it," you sighed, holding an ice pack to your eye, which was starting to bruise over. "He shouldn't have hit me."

"I didn't lay a hand on you!" He protested, but the teachers saw right through him.

"Silence, shevrati," you snapped, using the Suli insult you often heard Inej say. "That's what you are, anyway. A know-nothing."

"Kids, enough," the second teacher intervened. She glared at Alby, "And quit your incessant bleating, you've just got a bruised eye. A well-deserved one at that."

"How can you believe that-that slum rat over me?" He gaped.

"None of that, boy," scowled the male teacher. "Come on now, both of you, to the Principal. Goodness, the things you all do..."

You sat quietly outside the office, waiting, and heard the sound of branded leather boots against the tiles of the floor. You looked up to see Pekka Rollins hurry over to his son, and heard his angrily muttered insults towards you.

"Atleast now I know where he learned it all," you scoffed, looking at the man.

"Y/n?" A serious and familiar voice made you look up, and immediately your heart dropped to your worn-out shoes. Kaz was there with your Aunt Inej, Nina, Jesper and Wylan, and all of them looked beyond pissed.

"Hi..." you awkwardly said, holding up a hand to wave at them. However, it took you a moment to realise that their anger istelf wasn't directed towards you. Kaz was glaring past you and at Pekka, who was comforting his crying child.

"Not this stuff again," you grumbled and flicked Alby on the ear. "I didn't even break anything, so quit your bleating."

"Don't you even--" Pekka began, but was interrupted by the secretary.

"Um...are you Y/n's family?" She asked, peeking out of the office. Kaz and the rest of the crows nodded, and she said, "I need the father to come in, please."

"That would be something you don't want to do," Nina interjected. "Unless you want another fistfight on your hands."

She looked defeated, and replied, "Just- just decide amongst yourselves who is to come in."

They all looked at each other, and you facepalmed. You did regret it immediately, though, as your eye throbbed thanks to the bruise on it.

“Please, honestly, we just really need the fathers here,” said the young woman. Seeing their incredulous glares, she added, “I don’t make the rules.”

You tentatively gave Kaz a quick hug, before running back to the chair you'd sat in. He looked at you in a way that made your skin prickle with unhappiness

“Little crow…” Nina sighed, shaking her head. “You’re just like Kaz. Can’t back down from a fight.”

“Hey, he started it!” You scoffed, glaring at Alby, who stuck his tongue out at you.

You suddenly heard raised voices inside the office and shrank back against your seat, looking a little afraid. You’d never heard Kaz raise his voice like that, atleast not in front of you. To be honest, it terrified you to imagine your normally calm father standing there in front of Rollins, his eyes blazing and gripping his cane hard.

“Little crow, you’ve got a bruised rib!” Gasped Nina. “How did this happen?”

“He kicked me," you mumbled, pointing at Alby. The boy glared at you again, and you heard him scoff something which sounded like 'tattletale'.

Jesper knelt in front of you while Nina attempted to heal your bruised rib, and asked, "Did you win, little crow?"

You grinned and nodded, "Yeah, I did."

Wylan immediately smacked his boyfriend upside the head and scowled, "Jesper Llewellyn Fahey, we will not encourage this behaviour," he looked at you and sighed, "Y/n, I'm really disappointed in your decision today. Why did you hit back?"

"Because he--OW!" You exclaimed as Nina made a sharp turn of her wrists, fixing the rib which you'd bruised. "Auntie Nina, that hurt!" You glared at her.

"Listen to your Uncle, little crow," she frowned. "He's right. You shouldn't have hit back."

"He called me barrel trash. Why am I in the wrong here? Besides, I had apologised for bumping into him, and he just had to insult me." You scoffed at them all. "Papa would've understood."

"My little crow," Jesper spoke after a long time, startling you. "If someone decides to stoop that low, you have to control your own emotions and walk away."

"You guys fight people on a daily basis," you grumbled. "It's quite hypocritical for you to say that."

You were honestly livid with their behaviour, thinking they'd support your decision, but the more they spoke, the more you wanted to throw and break something.

You slouched in your chair and noticed Alby sticking his tongue out at you, as the crows looked at each other, their telepathic adult conversation going back and forth.

The secretary came in and gestured for you and Alby, saying, "Kids, the Principal wants to see you."

You stood up and glared at the rest of your family, who simply looked back at you the way grown-ups do when they want to make a point. You had no idea why they were against you on this, and felt another surge of anger go through you at their expressions.

Inside the office, you sat quietly next to Kaz, who was seething with anger. His rage wafted off him in waves, which made you scoot your chair as far away from him as you could. His eyes blazed with fury as he looked at Pekka, who held his son's shoulder as the boy sat down.

"Children," the Principal said gently, looking at the two of you. "Could you care to explain exactly what happened? Let's start with you, Y/n, dear."

You tried not to cringe at her tone. She spoke as if you both were in kindergarten.

"Well," you said, thoroughly tired of having to narrate the story over and over. "I was playing tag with my friends and I didn't hear Rollins behind me, so I bumped into him by accident. Naturally, I apologised, but he just had to hit me and call me 'barrel trash' and continued to bully me about my background, and he got physical, so I responded in self-defense."

“See, Mr. Rollins, I suggest you try to control the language you use around your child,” sighed the Principal, looking at the man.

“Yes,” said Kaz, his voice stone cold. “Preferably teach him not to mess with her.”

“Keep that mouth of yours shut, Brekker,” growled Pekka. “My son would never say such things! He doesn’t do it at home, why would he do it outside?”

“I can call one of our students in to confirm, if you’d like, Mr. Rollins,” the principal replied pointedly. She hated it when fathers excused their sons behaviour when they were so obviously in the wrong.

You glared at Alby, “Confess else I’ll do more than just bruise your eye. We both know what you did.”

“I didn’t do anything,” he scoffed. “She pushed me and just began hitting when I asked her to watch where she was going.”

“That’s a lie!” You shouted. Kaz rested the tip of his cane on your shoulder to warn you not to get up, for he noticed you tensing to hit again.

“We are dishing out a week-long suspension to you, Alby Rollins,” said the Principal, writing him a slip. “For starting a fight, greviously injuring another student, and for name-calling as well as bullying on the basis of their background.”

“You can’t do that!” Gasped Pekka.

“I run this school, Rollins,” said the woman, handing him a signed slip. “I do what I want. And I want to ensure your son doesn’t repeat this concerning behaviour again, because if he does, then he certainly will not have any place here.”

“Looks like you’ve lost this fight, Rollins.” Your father smirked at him.

“As for you, Y/n Brekker, I’ll be giving you a two-day suspension for retaliating instead of telling a teacher. Physical fights are not tolerated here. Please go to an adult the next time someone does something like this,” she wrote you a slip as well and handed it to your father, who looked at you angrily. It made you shrink in your seat, and you hastily avoided eye contact.

You exited the office with Kaz, your eyes trained on the floor. You didn't want to meet the furious eyes of your family members, and knew no one would really sympathise with you.

The carriage ride, too, was spent in silence, with Kaz glaring at you, his breath coming out in barely controlled huffs, while Jesper made futile attempts to lighten things up.

Back home, you waited for your father to start yelling. And he did.

"Why would you take a challenge with Pekka's son, when I specifically told you not to?!" Kaz bellowed, livid.

"H-he started it..." you said in a small voice, eyes fixated on the floor, while the other crows settled around the living room. You knew you had messed up, but did it really warrant this reaction?

Your father scoffed, his hands gripping his cane tightly. "Does that mean you will fight back? How many times must I tell you? Never interact with a Rollins!"

"But...but he called me Barrel trash and so many more names..." you replied in the same voice, not wanting to move at all, but at the same time, your whole body trembled as your defense mechanism to run kicked in.

"So you hit him?!" This time it was Wylan who spoke up.

"He hit me first!" You exclaimed, sick of being told that statement.

"And you hit back?!" Nina interjected. You met your aunt's green eyes which held an anger you had never seen before, and it terrified you. "Come on, Y/n!"

"But--but--" You stuttered, however, no one wanted to listen.

"Y/n," said Kaz, his eyes on you. "Why did you have to react? Do you realise how far this has escalated?"

"N-no..." you replied. And you actually didn't. From the time you'd started going to the local school, Kaz always told you to stay away from Alby, but he never told you why. You knew he had a feud with Pekka, so what did that possibly have to do with you?

"What part of stay away from Alby Rollins was unclear?" Kaz seethed, his body tense and taut as a bow string, while his grip on the cane increased drastically.

"He bruised my ribs," you choked out, finally gathering some courage. "He kicked me, insulted me, insulted you, made me look like an idiot in front of my entire school, and you wonder why I hit him back?"

Kaz took a step towards you, but you flinched away, afraid. A look of shock passed over all their faces at your reaction, and Kaz looked hurt.

"Why can't you just understand?" You sniffled and ran up the stairs to your room, slamming the door shut and curling up on your bed to cry softly. Your eye still hurt, as did your ribs, and everything Alby said echoed in your mind.

A soft voice came from outside the door, in a language which was gentle on your ears.

"Little crow?" Inej asked, her voice muffled through the wood of the doorway, speaking in clear Suli. "Can we talk?"

"No," you scowled, replying in Suli. "Go away."

"I'm on your side, my crow," she said gently. "But please, talk to me."

You sighed and opened the door, letting her in.

She came inside and sat on your bed, beckoning you to sit beside her. By force of habit, you did so and laid your head in her lap while her calloused hands stroked your hair comfortingly.

"Why can't any of them just understand?" You said, tears welling up in your eyes again. “I didn’t hit him just because I wanted to, I just was trying to defend myself…”

“I know, my little crow,” she said, “their reaction was way too uncalled for, but you see, your father just wants to protect you. Kaz and Pekka have had this feud going since a while now, and he just doesn’t want things to escalate. It might warrant your involvement, and he definitely doesn’t want that.”

You exhaled deeply and looked up at her. “I shouldn’t have hit him that bad, I know. I just—I felt so disrespected and so…pathetic…I didn’t know what else to do!”

“Look,” she said, “People will say what they want. As a female, and as someone from a slightly less privileged background compared to others, you’re bound to face this. People with closed mindset’s will treat you this way, and you have to develop a thicker skin as much as they have to recalibrate their way of thinking.”

“I think Ill go apologise to Papa, then…and to Auntie Nina. And Uncle Jesper and Wylan…” you trailed off. “I love you, Auntie Nej.”

“And I, you, my little crow.” She grinned and leaned down to press a soft kiss to your head.

You walked downstairs again with her and stood in front of the crows, who were assembled on the couch. You inhaled deeply and said, “I’m sorry for reacting like that. I know it was wrong of me to hit Alby, and Ill work on my temper a lot more from now on.”

“I’m sorry too, little crow,” replied Kaz. “I am aware that you don’t know what goes on amongst the adults and it was definitely wrong of me to assume you could figure it out.”

You nodded and went over to him, giving him a big hug, whispering, “It’s okay, Papa,” in his ear. The rest of the crows fell atop you two in a group hug, with both Nina and Jesper crying.

“So…as a way to shake off the horribleness of today…” Nina suggested when you all collected yourselves, “Why don’t we all go to the Kooperom for tea?”

“I could use a good plate of pie, to be honest,” said Jesper.

“Same,” you grinned, turning around in Kaz’s lap.

“Alright, grab your coats and let’s go,” smiled Inej, doing exactly that.

So, you all let go of your old anger and enjoyed together, laughing over plates of waffles and cups of tea till the sun began to set and the clouds turned grey with the onset of night…

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I hope you all enjoyed this one <3

#shadow and bone #nina zenik #jesper fahey #inej ghafa #wylan van eck #kaz brekker #fluff #little crow series #six of crows #fem!reader #child!reader

[vulpeskorsak]

Day 5 of Whumptober 2022: If you aim to be a surgeon, make sure you have enough arms

Day 5 of Whumptober 2022!

No. 5 EVERY WHUMPEE’S NEEDS Blood Loss | Running Out of Air | Hyperthermia

Victor is my human fleshsmith inventor (KibblesTasty Homebrew class) from a long-running DnD adventure. Nina is his rogue best friend.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42189717 (AO3 link)

If you aim to be a surgeon, make sure you have enough arms

Victor is lying on his back, his lips stretched in a wild grin, eyes wide with terror, tears drying on his cheeks. His clothes and hair are soaked in his own blood. He bought this shirt only a week ago. And now it is dirty and torn. What a shame.

The wooden floor underneath him is the furthest from a comfortable surface to lie on. But he can’t really get up. Or move at all.

His right arm hurts like crazy, with a deep wound that goes half way around its biceps. He is unsure where his left arm is. Somewhere in the room, he hopes. His vision is blurred and he feels like if he starts moving his head, he might throw up.

A person of some kind stumbles over Victor’s legs and falls backwards out of his sight. The ripple that sends through his body makes everything hurt more. But he does not feel like groaning in pain, so he stays silent. He is getting used to his new condition. He feels oddly calm even with all the ruckus around him.

“Sorry, Vicky!” He hears Nina’s voice. “Just give us half a minute to clear the way and we will get you out of here!”

Victor lets out a weak “uh huh” and regrets it. It is all too much.

He closes his eyes but keeps the smile to reassure Nina and himself that he is still alive. He is glad she came to his rescue. She is a good friend. He never really had those before. He certainly likes her.

She is a half-elf slightly younger than him. 17, perhaps? He never asked. Hopefully he has a chance to do so. If he does not bleed out. She has been frequenting his teacher’s clinic for some non-medical reasons. Something to do with the gang business Jack is involved in. Not that Victor knows much about it. She saw him practicing his lockpicking skills, challenged him to a speed competition and won. They have grown relatively close since.

The young apprentice smiles wider thinking about how nice this is. He got kidnapped and tortured and now he is missing an arm. But somebody other than Jack came to save his sorry ass. And it is not just Nina herself, judging by the fighting sounds all over the place. It is likely that he is just an excuse for whoever Nina’s boss is to bring the fight into the rivaling gang’s den but he is happy to be this excuse.

It does not feel like half a minute. More like an hour before he hears hurried steps finally approaching. He was about to fall asleep.

“Victor! I brought a mage!”

He is forced to open his eyes again. Nina is crouched next to him alongside an elf he has never seen before.

“Don’t worry. It’s going to be alright.” He hears a smooth pleasant voice. “I’m going to stabilize you and then we’ll bring you to your teacher, alright?”

“What… about my arm?” As unpleasant as speaking is, his future as a doctor and researcher with only one arm does not look promising.

“I’ll grab it.” Nina lets out a nervous giggle and leaves his sight once again.

Victor feels the warmth spreading through his body from where the elf’s hand touches his chest and the pain recedes slightly.

A few seconds later he is being picked up, so he lets himself close his eyes and relax once again.

#whumptober #whumptober2022 #no.5 #Blood Loss #dnd #oc #whump #blood #limb loss #fantasy

[wrenreid]

Conflict of Interest

18+ content warning for this story

(put chapter 3 & 4 together so it’s not so short)

Chapter three- Teacher’s Assistant

The wind blows through your hair, the scenery outside flying past you. Eventually, your legs feel like they're going to buckle underneath you and cause you to face plant to the gravel. Just half a mile left and you'll be done. You've never liked running, but you always try your best to be at least in between first and last. The reason why you guys run a couple miles at a time is to build stamina and endurance. If you can run at a somewhat steady speed for that long, it shows the trainers that you guys are determined.

You run to the end of the three mile mark, panting as you slow down your legs. You lock your fingers behind your head and breathe in and out, trying to slow your heart rate.

"Holy fuck I hate running," Nina says, leaning over with her hands on her knees.

"Stand up straight, bending over makes you more nauseous and dizzy after running."

She glares at you, but stands up right. "Okay, genius thank you for your input."

"Your stomach will thank me non sarcastically when your breakfast isn't on the ground."

"Yeah, yeah," they brush you off and start walking toward the building again.

You all get a ten minute break, getting rehydrated before doing some more physical training.

___

"Ugh I feel like my hair is drenched and I haven't even gotten under the water yet."

"Oh my gosh, me too," you say with disgust, "So much sweat."

Nina is showering in the stall next to yours, them being divided my a thin wall with tile on either side.

Most of the other girls have showered or are showering.

You rinse the sweat out of your hair, feeling the sensation of the water hit your sore and tired body. You do your usual shower routine, taking longer than usual because of how tired and distracted you are.

"Y/n, hurry the hell up," Nina says. "We're going to be late to being early."

You turn off the water with a soft grunt, drying off before wrapping the towel around your body. You see Nina, already dressed, waiting on the bathroom counter for you.

You practically run to your room to get changed. You slip into a pair of black jeans and a blue FBI Academy shirt. After slipping on your high top converse, you apply some mascara and call it good. You grab your bag before meeting Nina outside, and the two of you get to Headquarters, walking in, then to the elevator.

She presses the button labeled 3 for the third floor, where the academy holds their classes. Your hair is still pretty wet, causing some damp spots on your shirt. You shake it out and run your fingers through it. The elevator dings, doors opening, before you walk down the hallways to Dr. Reid's class.

He's already there, about to begin talking when you open the doors.

"Sorry we're late, it's my fault," you say, barely looking at him.

He nods with his lips pressed in a thin line, not sure what to say other than ‘it’s alright’. "Anyway..." he begins as you and Nina take your usual seats in the third row.

Reid paces slowly as he teaches the lesson, his navy dress pants making a faint swaying sound as he does so. Today, he's dressed in a navy suit with a red vest buttoned under it, a light blue (almost white) button up underneath the vest and a navy tie. His white converse are barely white from being worn so often.

Today's lesson is about stalkers and their behavior. Reid explains how possessive stalkers usually are, even if they don't personally know their victims. He seems a bit off talking about the topic, but he maintains a pretty calm face.

You remember something and you accidentally say it out loud. "Lila Archer."

"What was that?" He asks, looking up at you and your face turns red.

"Nothing, I just remembered a case I read about years ago."

"Go ahead," he gives you a slight smile.

"Lila Archer, she was an actress and I remember reading about her being stalked when I was a teenager. Wasn't your team on that case?"

Now it's his turn for his face to turn red. You're not sure why, but it does. "Uh yeah, yeah we were. It was my third year in the FBI."

"Wasn't the unsub a woman? Like her friend or something?"

He nods. "Stalkers normally have ways of showing their presence, phone calls, gifts, etc."

The lesson continues until the time is up.

"Hey, Y/n," a voice says as you're putting your notebook on your bag and beginning to walk out the door. You give Nina a nod, telling them to go ahead without you.

You turn around to face your professor. He's even more attractive up close. "Yes sir?"

"You don't have to call me that," he says a bit awkwardly.

You nod, lips pressed in a line.

"I just wanted to ask you something."

"Go ahead."

"You're a top student, I can already tell. Plus, your old professor has a list of bad students and good ones. Which is totally awful of him. Anyway, you're on the top of the positive list..."

"Really? He liked me? God, I thought he was an old grumpy bastard... sorry," you chuckle nervously.

He smiles slightly. "It's okay. My point is, I'm obviously new to this teaching thing, and I was wondering if you could help me out when I'm on a case and can't be here."

"Sure. What do I need to do?"

"Just maybe help out the ones struggling and assist me when I need it. Obviously, you can say no."

"No, seriously, I'll do it."

Dr. Reid smiles, a relieved look on his face. You feel like you're going to melt into a puddle of attraction. "Thank you so much."

"Of course. I doubt you'll really need my help. Aren't you like a genius or something?"

"How did you know th-?"

"I do my research on people, Dr. Reid," you grin.

His eyebrows raise a little.

"Does this mean I get free As?"

"I highly doubt you will need them."

You shrug, "Just email me when you need something."

"Thanks again."

"No problem."

You leave the room, feeling heat on your face.

"So what did Dr. Hottie want?"

"The best you could do was Dr. Hottie?" You ask Nina, eyebrows raised and a soft smile on your face.

"He's a doctor and he's hot, so yes."

You shake your head with a soft laugh. "He just wanted to know if I'll help him sometimes."

"Help him with what? Jerk off?"

"Nina! God- no. Just with professor things since he's still working cases too."

"Ohh okay," she says but their tone has a hint of sarcasm within it.

The rest of the day goes by a bit slowly until dinner time.

"We should go get some food off campus."

"Hell yeah. I want some chicken and rice," you say.

"Sounds good to me. I'll drive."

"Good," you smile, and you and Nina go get dinner.

Why would Dr. Reid ask you to help? You figured it could be nice for him to have a type of aid since he's so busy, but it's not a usual thing for a teacher let alone a professor to do. Maybe it'll be nice though, he could be used as a reference for the FBI, and he's one of Quantico's best agents.

—

Dr. Reid emailed you this morning to ask if you could stay after class a few times these next few weeks to help grade and help him come up with a project idea.

He's a genius, so you're not really sure why he needs you, but maybe he's just worried he's not doing a great job with being a professor. Which isn't true, he's doing fine, good really.

You email him back, letting him know you'll be glad to help after class with whatever he needs.

You get ready for class after a shower and head to one of the classes the FBI Academy requires to be taken. The class is over in less than an hour, then you and Nina head to Dr. Reid's room.

The lesson today is about how to determine what the unsubs' signature is and what different ones could mean.

The lesson is over soon enough.

"I am at your service, Dr. Reid."

"You know you can call me Spencer outside of class."

"Technically, we're in class," you say with a soft smile.

"Touché, but I'm serious. You calling me 'Dr. Reid' all the time makes me feel all professional and old."

"Old? You look like a solid 28."

"Thank you," he says, a little bit in a questioning tone, but he gives you a soft, only lip smile.

"No problem, Doc. Right, Spencer, sorry."

You stand in front of his desk, rocking back and forth on the balls and heels of your feet.

"While I'm grading, can you maybe come up with a project idea?"

"Sure thing."

"You don't have to stand there," he says.

"Right." You sit down on top of a desk, thinking for a moment. "Ooh!"

Spencer looks up at you.

"What if we did a type of murder mystery escape room? Someone is the unsub, and we have a crime scene in one part, a few clues lying around. We have to examine the signature and style to figure out who it is by putting our brain power together."

Spencer smiles softly. "I love that idea."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It would be a fun way for you guys to get used to profiling and solving cases," he says.

"Perfect. I figured you could help the 'unsub' leave a difficult enough crime scene and the rest of us have to work it out."

"Sounds great."

You smile softly, feeling heat rose up your cheeks again. Why am I blushing? Stop blushing.

"Anything you need me to do?"

"Not that I can think of right now. I'm done grading."

"How did you do it that fast?" You ask, baffled.

"I read fast."

"Fast? No, that was some super speed shit... sorry I didn't mean to say shit."

He chuckles softly. "I don't care if you say shit, and I read 20,000 words per minute."

"Holy shit! No way. That's like so impressive. I'm officially jealous."

Spencer laughs again at you saying shit for the third time. "Thank you,” he says humbly.

"So just out of curiosity, how old are you?" You ask, thinking back to the conversation from earlier.

"36."

"You're the youngest professor I've ever had. Most of them were always old as hell and not attractive. Not you though."

He looks up at you with a strange look, but ignores your comment. The two of you share a slightly awkward moment of silence until his phone rings from its place in his dress pants' pocket.

"I've got to go, there's a case," he says, the call ending very quickly.

"Good luck, uh, Spencer," you smile encouragingly, trying to get used to using his first name.

"Thank you, have a nice night."

You give him a nod before picking up your bag and leaving the classroom.

"How was your first day as Dr. Dreamy's teacher's assistant?" Nina asks as you walk into your room.

"I thought he was Dr. Hottie," you sit down on your bed.

"Hot, dreamy, both words to describe him."

"You've got a point," you shrug over at them with a slight smile. "I just helped him with a project idea. That's about it."

"Boring. You should've made a move."

"Why the fuck would I make a move on our teacher?"

"Because you're totally crushing on him."

"No I am not. He's attractive, I'll admit that, but I do not have a crush on him."

"Mhm."

"I don't!"

"I believe you," she smiles smugly

"Go fuck yourself."

"Join me?"

"I hate you," you shake your head.

The two of you head to dinner once the time comes, eating in the cafeteria.

"The FBI has such better food than Universities," Nina says, finishing her chicken salad sandwich.

"Agreed," you nod, finishing your meal as well.

The night ends soon enough, you and your roommate heading to bed.

chapter four

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[yutahoes]

Personal rant. You can skip if you want to. 😁

A student in my class made me cry today. To be clear, I'm already feeling emotional because of the anons' messages (Thank you so much, anons 💕) but I didn't expect that I'll just bawl my eyes out seconds after ending our Zoom class.

I have been unmotivated with everything lately: my writing, my life, especially my job. I don't want to go to work anymore (I work at home) I am always tired after each class and everyday feels like a routine. It became so bad that I even prayed not to wake up the following day (Yeah, stupid, I know 😭)

So today, I have a Values class with my First Graders and the topic is about Community Helpers. They were always so energetic, so enthusiastic even if the subject is super boring. And I just wanted to end the class quickly.

My last question to them was 'What do you want to be when you grow up?' Typical question and they have their typical answers of wanting to be a doctor, a policeman, an engineer, a mermaid, even a dinosaur (which I think is a great dream, I would also like to be a dinosaur when I grow up 😂)

Then this girl answered that she wanted to be a teacher. Note that she is usually quiet during our class and I always thought that she didn't like me because I have never heard her laugh at my jokes unlike her classmates. I don't know why I asked her 'why' and her answer was, "I want to be like you, Teacher." I feel bad that I had to say goodbye to them five minutes before our time, my voice shaking. When the zoom ended, I just felt the tears in my eyes.

I'm sorry if this passed in your dash and you had to read until here. I don't have anyone to share this with. And I realize how a simple action, how a simple word can really have the impact to change someone's life. She made me remember my goal, to inspire others.

So to you, who reads my work, I owe you an apology for writing sloppy stories in the excuse of being unmotivated and being insecure. I will now stick to my original goal to give you Yuta fics that would put a smile in your face, butterflies in your stomach, and tears on your cheeks.

To you, who follows me and keep on waiting for my stories, thank you very much. To you, who gives me feedback in my fics, thank you for keeping the fire in me going. I will try to be a better writer to create more quality fics. And put a smile on your face.

If I can, I'll thank you all personally. But until I get my confidence to strike a conversation first and go out of my shell, I'll say this,

Thank you so much. 💕 I love you. ❤️

(more than I love Yuta, to be honest, but let's not tell him that 🤫)

I still have some requests to write and collabs to write for (I might start writing for Shotaro 🤭) So please, be patient with me. 🙏

-Nina

PS, I don't know why I'm so emotional today. Sorry. 😭

#personal #lengthy read #skip if uncomfortable

[pixie88]

For Ellie

"You know, you can be a real pain in the arse some times, but then I look into your eyes and all I can think is everything you've ever done for us and I know that I love you more than I did when we first met."

Me without you?

Chapter 7 - Yours Truly.

A/N | Hey @aussieez thanks for this ask! It has taken a while sorry. Prompt in Bold. This is the last and final chapter of Yours Truly, I’m sad this will be the last we see of them....for now haha. Never say never right?! Thanks to all those who supported this fics! I really appreciate it.

Comments & reblogs welcome! Let me know what you loved and hated about this chapter!

I understand if you don’t want to be tagged so just pop me a message to  be removed, but also let me know if you would like to be tagged!

Summary | Can they get over this and get back together?

Check out previous chapters here  - HERE.

Wattpad | Here.

Word count | 1.9k

Warnings | 18 + Only! Angst, Fluff & NSFW.

Pairings | Adam x Ellie.

Enjoy!

Nina can't believe what she's hearing "you just let her go? I know you two having a bad time at the moment, but you two are stronger together! You can't let this tear you apart because then she's won!" Adam stares into space not really taking in what she's saying. "Nina, maybe we should take the kids out? Give Adam some space?" Al calls over to her, looking between her husband and her son, she nods leaving Adam by himself.

He pulled out his phone and dialed her number, but she doesn't answer. She won, this is what she wanted.

A few days later...

They headed home, the kids questioned why Mummy was getting the train home, but Adam made up the excuse she needed to get back to the shop. The next day the kids started back at school, Adam warned the teachers about Laura. He was sat in his car watching the gates of the school playground until they were shut and locked.

He pulled out his phone, sending a text.

A: Please can we talk?

E: Ok, meet me at my hotel? x

A: Gimme half an hour x

Thirty minutes later... he knocks on her room door, opening it she smiles up at him with just her dressing gown cover her. He looks around the hallway before turning back to her, forcefully claiming her lips, pushing her further into her room the door slammed shut as he pins her against the wall. He pushes open her lips with his tongue, she moans against mouth.

He pulls away "Ell's, I hate this! I hate laying in bed every night without you!"  she cups his face "So do I, but we agreed this way she might come out of hid...." he silenced her, pressing his lips to hers. She wraps her arms around him, he picks her up, walks them over to the bed. She pushes off his suit jacket before making work of his shirt buttons, she pushes it off and it forms a puddle on the floor.

He unties her silk dressing gown, finding she's completely naked underneath, "I see this is what you had in mind!" he smirks against her lips, "I thought I'd save us time if I was already naked considering it's been a while!" she winks at him as her gown falls to the floor. Her fingers slip to his belt buckle, quickly unbuckling it before pushing his trousers down with his boxers.

"Someone's eager!" he whispers against her neck, "I want you...all of you!" her arms wrap around his neck and drops backwards onto the bed pulling him with her. Her legs wrap round him, he reaches between them and runs his shaft against her pearl. His lips fuse with hers as his hips piston forward into her, and he fills her.

They lose themselves between the sheets.

An hour later... she's curled up against his chest, lifting her head to look at him, she smiles, "you know what I said the other day was a complete lie, right?" his fingers draw circles against her back, "of course I did! Ell's, it was all a part of the act. No one and nothing will ever come between us!" she captures his lips. Pulling away smiling "no one and nothing!"

"What did you tell the kids?" she sighs missing them, "I just told them you were away with Kerry for work and will be back soon!" he could see she hated it, hated being away from her family "Ellie, I was thinking what if I was the one that pretended to move out?" she looks up at him "Adam.. No, we figured if she was going to go after anyone it would be me! The further away from the kids she is the better! You have the tracker on my phone, so if anything happens you will know where I am!"

He knew her and how stubborn she was "you know, you can be a real pain in the arse sometimes, but then I look into your eyes and all I can think is everything you've ever done for us, and I know that I love you more than I did when we first met."

"Wow, Mister you really know how to make a girl feel special!" she teases him, he flips her onto her back with a smirk "Oh darling, I haven't even started yet," he leans in pressing his lips to her breast before moving south making her suck in a breath as his lips reach her petals.

A few hours later...

He's sorting his tie as she sighs, he looks over to her, he can see she's upset even when she tries to hide it. "Ell's it won't be for long. I'm going to call Meadows today and see if there is any update, so I can get my wife home and our kids get their Mum home!" he cups her face and pecks her lips, "she won't win! She won't ever win because no matter what she does, she can't break us! I love you too much!" he smiles softly at her.

"I love you more!" she pecks his lips.

A few days later...

Ellie bumps into someone in a shop knocking their shopping out of their hands, she bends down to pick up the fallen items, "I'm so sorry! Here, let me help you!" as she stands handing the stranger the shopping she comes face to face with the woman who has been trying to ruin her life.

"Thanks Ellie!" she smiles smugly.

Ellie's face burns, she shoves past her, she pulls out her phone calling Adam "Ellie, can we just talk for a minute?" Laura calls after her as they leave the shop. Ellie spins round, "Talk?! After everything you have done? You want to talk??? Act like the past few months never happened? Me, Adam and OUR kids have travelled the around the world scared to get away from you!" she points her finger at her.

"You want to talk about what I've done? How I scared you?" Laura steps towards her, "I missed my own mother's funeral because I couldn't come home! Which is your fault..." Ellie cuts her off laughing "yeah because that has nothing to do with you pushing a pregnant woman down the stairs!" she hisses at her.

"It was eight years ago!!! I'm still paying for it now...come on, its not like the brat isn't alright?!" Ellie clenches her jaw, "you still endangered our child and now...you're stalking us and think it's justified because you, missed you Mum's funeral!" she raises her voice a little, "it's everyone else's fault but your own! Own up to what you did and stop acting like a spoiled brat!"

"No, this is your fault! We were happy until you came along, batting your fake lashes at him, like the slut you are... so no I'm not sorry for pushing you down the stairs. I'm only sorry you didn't lose the little bastard!" Laura says through gritted teeth.

Ellie was raging, her hand collides with her face, knocking Laura to the floor, Laura grabs her bloody nose. Ellie steps over her, "you dare come near my family EVER again and the police will be the least of your problems...." she leans in closer grasping her coat, gritting her teeth she whispers, "because I will kill you myself! Don't think to treat that as a threat because it is a fucking promise, I will do anything to protect my family!"

"Ell's!" she hears him behind her, letting go of Laura's coat she turns towards Adam who is stood there with DC Meadows, he looks down at Laura and back to his wife, "Ellie? You ok?" she lets out a breath, "I'm fine! Can't say the same for her!" she looks down at Laura who's wiping her nose.

The police pick her up and cuff Laura, Adam wraps his arms around Ellie and kisses the top of her head "it's over, it's all over!"

A few months later...

Laura was sent down for four years, they could finally put the last ten months behind them.

Things were finally getting back to normal....

Ellie's cousin Owen was up from Kent, she hadn't seen him since Gareth's wedding to his new wife Trina.

He'd asked her out for coffee as she arrived, he looked nervous until he saw her. "Hey, Owen! You alright?" she takes a seat, "Hi, yeah.. I'm ok, I guess!"

She looks at him confused, "you guess?" she questions him, he takes a deep breath, "Ellie, there is something I need to tell you...I found out something last year. My da...Gareth was drunk, and he told me something.... I wasn't going to tell you, but I think you deserve to know!" she quirks her brow at him, he looks like he wants to run away.

"Owen, come on! What is it?!" she smiles softly at him, "I-I-I'm not your cousin...I-I'm your brother....."

Epilogue

@secretaryunpaid @lem-20 @aussieez @irisofpurple @gloriousalmondvoiddreamer @rookiemartin @palmaviolet @wombatsxkookaburras @pixie-b

#adam x ellie #me without you chapter #@aussieez ask #chapter 7 #Yours Truly #@pixie88 #Final Chapter

[mrsbrekkers]

Hiii I just read your Jesper imagines and they're soooo good. Jesper is my fave so I was wondering if I could pretty please request a Jesper imagine? Something like y/n is a student at Ketterdam University and has finals coming up and is studying non-stop. Eventually she breaks down due to the stress so her loving boyfriend Jesper comforts her and makes sure she gets a well deserved break.

Might be based off of my current situation haha so if only I had a comfort Jesper at my disposal.

Thank you so much if you decide to write it!! And have a great rest of your day.

hi there friend! i totally understand this feeling atm, so it was easy to write it. it came out as more of a blurb ( considering i write 3000ish words per imagine, this is 1500 i believe ) but i think it makes more sense that way? just soft jesper comforting so ya know? we all need a jesper at our disposal, period.

reader is gender neutral as per usual in my jesper fics! you also, as the reader, can determine what you're studying at university, i left that to the imagination! :)

pairings! jesper x reader!

warnings! none? literally pure fluff? LMAO

word count! 1532!

COFFEE AND FINAL BLUES

Finals. They were draining. Any student at the university knew that. It was hard to get any sort of break during these weeks. It didn’t help that teachers would schedule several finals on the same day. They never wanted to give the students any breathing air. It was times like this when Y/N would wonder if dropping out was simpler. Of course, their boyfriend, Jesper Fahey, someone who had dropped out, would always tell them it wasn’t worth it. He was the only reason Y/N could say they were still in university. It became overwhelming so quickly, and Jesper was the calm in the storm.

Y/N could remember distinctly when they’d first met Jesper, because it was at their favorite coffee shop when they’d both been freshmen university students. The smell of the coffee shop, the bustling students as some situated themselves in corners of the shop, ready to begin their already large stacks of homework. Or the students who chatted away in the line, some talking of graduating that year as seniors. Some talking of their career choices. It was Y/N’s favorite place because it was so easy to become lost in it. Lost in the smell of coffee, paper, and books. Or the chatter and how it drowned one out, making it easy to fit in.

“Large iced caramel high rise please,” Y/N spoke to the barista, who gave a nod and small smile. They’d become accustomed to the freshmen’ order. When handed their coffee, Y/N went to turn and head towards their table, planning on starting up their first paper of the semester, but running into a large chest stopped them, the cold coffee rushed out of the cup, spilling all over both bodies present.

“Fuck!” Y/N looked down at the ground, seeing the now empty cup. Dammit, that was SIX dollars! Who the hell- but the words were lost in their throat as they looked up at the taller man, seeing him frantically trying to say something. It was downright adorable. Most university students would’ve been asshats about it, but the man in front of them seemed desperate to apologise.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, let me buy you a new one!” The words left quickly, the man seeming to not care about the coffee he was now wearing.

“It’s alright, really, but a new one sounds nice, I have a paper to start and need the energy” Y/N said, laughing a bit. Normally, a bitchy comment would’ve also left their mouth, but they could see the man before them was trying to be kind about the situation and make it right. Someone who isn’t an asshat, that’s nice.

“Iced caramel high rise, right?” Jesper asked.

“Yeah, I’m going to go clean up. I’ll be right back,” Y/N said, moving towards the bathroom in the small shop. Once they’d fully cleaned up, they exited the bathroom, seeing their new drink on their table. A small note attached to the cup with his name on it, the classes he was taking, and that he was a freshmen. That and a small compliment.

“Jesper, cute,” Y/N said before sitting and taking a sip of their coffee.

Y/N should’ve thanked freshmen year for being as easy as it’d been, because being a senior now with less than a week to finish their fifty page paper? Was exhausting. The constant struggle to topple out of bed from long nights was already enough to make one want to cry, but alongside going to early classes, not having your boyfriend during said classes, and having no time to yourself? It was becoming too much.

The dorm was silent for the time being, Y/N sitting and taking notes for the paper they had due. They’d managed twenty pages so far, but now they were trying to gather more intel for the thirty more they needed. It was going fine, but it would only take that one thing to make them snap.

And it did. That one thing happened.

Hearing their pencil snap, Y/N sucked in a deep breath, putting their head in their hands. They grabbed the pencil sharpener next to them, going to sharpen their pencil, but after several minutes of trying, they threw the pencil down alongside the sharpener. Saints, just one good thing, please?

Y/N stood, walking towards the door to run and grab more coffee, but upon hitting their toe against the edge of bed frame, and then proceeding to topple over onto the dorm room floor, they laid there for a moment, tears appearing in their eyes. All the overwhelming sensations from the past week came rushing in, and a sob broke from their throat.

The door opened moments later, Jesper entering with the key he’d been gifted from Y/N when they’d become official. Even after he’d dropped out, he was still finding ways to sneak into the university and see his significant other. What he didn’t expect to see was Y/N on the floor, curled up into a small ball, tears streaming down their face.

“Lovebug? Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Jesper was quick to shut the door and fall to the ground, taking Y/N into his arms. He felt them curl up to him, his shirt becoming wet in the process, but he didn’t care. What he did care about was what was causing such tears, but he had a pretty decent idea.

“Everything. I couldn’t get one thing right today. My coffee tasted weird, I forgot my key at the shop, so I had to walk back to grab it. I then came back to find out my backpack was left at class, which meant I couldn’t get it until Monday. I have my paper here in the dorm, but I can’t work on stuff due this week until tomorrow, putting me EVEN MORE behind. I broke my pencil, it didn’t want to sharpen, and then I stubbed my toe against my bed frame, and fell,” Y/N ranted, sniffling as they leaned against their boyfriend, arms around him in the best way they could manage. A small hiccup followed their rant, their eyes looking up at their boyfriend, who simply smiled a bit.

“Rough day then, hm lovebug? Finals I suspect?” Jesper asked softly, brushing his fingers through Y/N’s hair as he spoke. He hadn’t been in university long enough to remember the finals that Ketterdam would throw on students, but he imagined they were torturous. He remembered how the teachers were, that was for sure.

Y/N nodded, resituating themself so they now sat in Jesper’s lap, head on his shoulder, and face buried into his neck. They still were curled against him, but now they could take in their boyfriend’s warmth completely, and slowly, their tears died down.

“I just wish the teachers would give us breaks,” Y/N murmured.

“I know, I know. Why don’t you come down to the Crow Club? It’s slow right now, and Nina has been dying to see you anyway. A break with me, the other crows, and some food? I’m sure Nina will share some of her treats right now if you’d like her too,” Jesper offered, his hand finding the back of Y/N’s head, cradling it against him. His other arm wrapped around them, keeping them close.

“Can we? And then come back to cuddle?” Y/N asked softly, looking up at Jesper, who laughed a bit, but nodded.

“Cuddles immediately after, I promise you,” Jesper said, kissing the top of Y/N’s forehead.

“Good, I love Jesper cuddles. They’re the best cuddles,” Y/N said with a smile pulling at their lips. The first one to have graced their features in the last week.

“I missed that smile.” Jesper indeed had. He’d seen how finals wiped away all sense of happiness from the students at the university. How they made students irritated, less likely to smile. He hadn’t seen Y/N smile in almost two weeks. Leaning down, he placed a soft kiss to their lips, tasting the remains of the caramel high rise Y/N still ordered. It brought him back to the first time he’d met them, and he couldn’t help but smile like a child.

“I love you, you know that, right lovebug?” Jesper whispered against their lips, earning an airy laugh. One that Jesper knew all too well.

“I know. I love you too,” Y/N whispered back, opening their eyes to fully look up at their lover. Seeing Jesper for the first time that day, their hands softly moved from their place around him, landing on his shoulders.

“Come on, let’s go get you some snacks and sweets,” Jesper said softly, picking Y/N up, watching them squeal as they went to hop from his hold.

“I need to change silly!” Y/N exclaimed, managing to hop from Jesper’s hold, but were simply pulled back into his arms moments later.

“No you don’t, you’re wearing my sweater and sweatpants. It’s perfect attire for this!” Jesper exclaimed back, carrying Y/N out of the dorm room over his shoulder.

#jesper fahey x reader #jesper fahey #jesper fahey x you #jesper fahey x y/n #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #nina zenik #wylan van eck #wylan van sunshine #matthias helvar #jesper soc #six of crows jesper #six of crows #six of crows x reader #six of crows fanfic #crooked kingdom #shadow and bone #milo the goat #shadow and bone fandom #fluffy #fluffy imagine #fanfiction

[mask-of-anubis]

1 with Nina and Jerome 🙌

This took me so long to get to but here it is! (other asks are coming soon, I promise!)

“Nina asks Jerome to do something ‘no questions asked’ and Jerome fears the worst.”

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Anubis House, 9pm.

As a matter of principle, Jerome liked to stay as far away from Nina Martin and her trail of bad luck as much as possible. He learned that lesson early on, but that didn’t mean he stuck to it. He always seemed to get involved with her Scooby gang eventually, even if he didn’t mean to. They were nothing but trouble, and he had more than enough of his own.

So when his phone rang at 9pm one night and he saw her contact name, he almost chucked his phone under his bed. Against his better judgement though, he answered it.

“Is this a butt dial?” he asked, hoping to quickly communicate that a call at this time of night (when she was right upstairs, mind you) was not welcome.

“I’m cashing in my favor,” she said, cutting right to the chase.

“I’m sorry?” He raised his eyebrows.

“I need you to do something for me ‘no questions asked,’” she said.

Jerome stopped. “Absolutely not...” he started to say, but she cut him off.

“You owe me a ‘no questions asked,’” she said.

“I do not…” Jerome scoffed, but she once again interrupted.

“Valentine’s Day, last year,” she said. “Need I remind you?”

“Okay! Okay, I remember,” he said quickly. Ugh. Why the hell did he ask her of all people to help? He had hoped she would forget and never cash in, but apparently today was the day.

He couldn’t believe he was on the hook for a girl who had even more enemies and sketchy night activities than he did. It was equally likely she would ask him to help her find a nerdy signed book as a present for Fabian as it was that she would ask for help burying a body. He hoped for the former.

There was nothing he could do. A “no questions asked” was binding at Anubis. He was indebted and it was time to cash in.

He sighed. “Fine, what do I need to do?”

“Meet me in the Frobisher Library, 11pm. Bring your noise-cancelling headphones, a headlamp, and a trowel,” Nina said. The second she was done talking, she hung up.

“God dammit…” said Jerome.

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Frobisher Library, 11pm.

“We better not be burying a body, Martin,” said Jerome three hours later when he walked into the library and found her sitting in the dark with a heavy looking satchel over her shoulder.

“I’m surprised you actually came,” said Nina.

“Despite what you might’ve heard, I pay my debts,” he said.

He gestured to his equipment. “What’s all this for then?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I meant what I said: no questions. Let’s go.”

She walked over the bookshelf and pressed the button to make it swing open. Great, Jerome thought. He didn’t know what he expected when she asked him to meet there of all places, but he had hoped going down into the tunnels wasn’t on the agenda.

There was still time to escape. But at what cost? If he ran now, Nina would undoubtedly spill the details of his humiliating Valentine’s “no questions asked.” He really couldn’t live with that. He sucked it up and followed her inside.

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The Tunnels, 11:15pm.

Down in the tunnels, it was worse than Jerome remembered. Granted, the only time he’d ever been down there was when he was running for his life, so he hadn’t taken his time to peruse.

It was also freezing. He rubbed his arms as he trailed behind Nina, wondering how she wasn’t shivering.

It was true what everyone said about her; she really was unphased by stuff like this: subterranean tunnels, deadly tasks, et cetera. She’d changed since last year. She was always a bit of a daredevil, but he remembered her in the history classroom, shaking with fear, tearful at the thought of their teachers tipping the scales.

Now though, she walked past chilling stone rooms haunted by the ghosts of deadly tasks completely steady, jaded even. Speaking of ghosts, from the rumours Jerome heard, Nina spoke to spirits regularly, like it was normal. She kind of terrified him.

He was really scared of whatever she was leading him to. After all, they didn’t have the best track record in their relationship. He’d betrayed her when her life was at stake, not once, but two times. Granted, both times he didn’t know her life was at stake, but it didn’t make it any better really. Plus, Nina notoriously held grudges. He just hoped she wasn’t leading him to his doom.

“Okay, here it is,” she said finally.

She stopped in front of a dusty trap door. It looked like an ancient air vent. Jerome looked around; this couldn’t be what she meant.

She opened the hatch door and crouched down. Jerome peaked inside. It was pitch dark. He switched on the headlamp and shined it inside.

“Oh god…” he said. Behind the door was a long, dark, dusty tunnel that, for all he knew, led straight to the depths of hell. In the quiet between each of their breaths, he could hear a distant, dull roar coming from inside.

Nina tied her hair up into a ponytail. “Okay, I need the stuff you brought,” she said, holding out her hand. She strapped the headlamp to her forehead, tucked the trowel into her back pocket, and put the headphones around her neck.

“If you hear me screaming, don’t panic,” she said – easily the most alarming thing anyone had ever said to him. “I won’t really be in danger. The only time you’re allowed to come in and help me, is if you see the walls collapsing.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Jerome said. “This is insane! What the hell are you doing in there?”

“You’re on a strictly need-to-know basis,” Nina said. He dropped it. He knew no amount of questioning would make her budge.

He also knew something else: if he left right now and refused to help, she would 100% do whatever it is she’s doing on her own. That was how they were the same; they were both stubborn, sometimes to the point of self-destruction. The least he could do was stay there and make sure she didn’t self-destruct.

“Fine,” he said. He had so many bad feelings about this — about why they were here in the dead of night, about why she asked him of all people, about what was in that tunnel, and about what the hell she had in that satchel.

As she steeled herself to enter, he got his answer to the last question. The flap of her bag shifted and Jerome spotted an unmistakable flash of gold. The Cup of Ankh.

His eyes went wide. Before he could say anything, she put on the headphones and disappeared into the tunnel.

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The Tunnels, 11:30pm.

It was agonizing waiting for Nina to reappear. He only brought one headlamp, so he sat in the dark of the tunnels, listening to the wind pass through and rustle the dead ivy twigs and leaves on the ground.

He didn’t hear anything in the tunnel once Nina entered. He watched her crawl in, the headlamp casting eerie, moving shadows on the dirt of the cave. But eventually, Nina and her light disappeared.

His ears had never been more peeled as he listened for any sign of struggle or danger. He had no idea what she meant when she said he might hear her scream. Did she mean in pain? In fear? It didn’t even matter because she told him to stay put anyway. He didn’t know if he could do that.

For now, he listened for signs of rubble falling. What would he do if it collapsed? If she was buried alive? He shuddered. Being buried alive sounded almost as bad as his worst fear. Almost.

Thinking about it made his skin crawl. He got up to pace and walk it off.

He looked to his left and saw a long stone beam stretched over a dark pit. Light streamed in from the moon through a grate in the ceiling. He peered into the pit, but it descended into darkness. He kicked a pebble into it. He didn’t hear a sound until nearly a minute later.

“What the hell is this place?” Jerome whispered. Not only was it architecturally impossible, but it was also clearly full of horrors and death traps. No wonder the Scooby gang wasn’t afraid of his ghost stories anymore.

He kicked another rock into the pit, but while he was waiting for the drop, he heard a noise from in the tunnel. It was a distant whimper — Nina. He paused, listening for another noise.

“Ahhhh!!” Nina shrieked.

Jerome ran to the tunnel. “Nina?” he shouted. “Hello!” She didn’t answer. She didn’t scream again.

He knew what she told him. Stay there, don’t react, it’s fine. He knew something else though: she was stupidly reckless. His heart was pounding. For all he knew, she could be dying in there, all alone, and he was doing nothing.

It was normally his M.O. to stand by, let other people deal with their problems while he dealt with his. He did that all year. He saw his friends sneaking out at night, jumping at the slightest noise, clutching burning brand marks, turning pale at the dinner table — and he ignored it. Not this time.

He pushed up his sleeves, steeled himself, and crawled into the darkness.

He couldn’t see anything at all, it was totally dark, but he crawled forward. “Nina!” he called. “I’m coming to find you. And this is the worst ‘no questions asked’ ever!”

She didn’t respond. He listened hard, but he couldn’t hear her screaming. He couldn’t even hear her telling him off for coming in. Instead, he heard dripping. He crawled forward.

Drip. Drip. Drip. He followed the noise. It was all he had to go off of. He still couldn’t see Nina or her headlamp.

The drip sped up to a steady stream. He heard a babble, like the sound of a tiny stream. Where the hell is water coming from, he thought.

“Nina?” he shouted. “What the hell!” Jerome’s hand sunk into a puddle. When he pulled it out, it was covered in slippery mud. He wished he could see. He kept crawling against his better judgment, but then he felt it: water rising.

All around him, he felt freezing water seep out of the ground. A moment later, he felt a drip from above. “What…” He stopped in his tracks. The water was rising. Panic set in.

He was petrified. He didn’t know whether to turn around or find Nina. The water started to pour in heavy streams from the top of the tunnel. It soaked his hair and his clothes. It was freezing cold.

“Nina!” he shouted desperately. Please let this be a dream, he thought. “Nina!”

He pushed his hair out of his eyes but it did nothing because he couldn’t even see. His pulse pounded in his ears. He remembered when this fear started — the day at the beach, his first time at the coast. He nearly died. Alone. This time he wouldn’t be lucky enough to catch the current to shore.

He spit out water and coughed. He sat back onto his heels. The water was at his waist. “Nina!!”

Then he heard her, her voice like a dual-edged sword: sharp on one side and terrified on the other. “Jerome! What are you doing? I told you to stay —” She was cut off by a rush of water from the ceiling. It splashed into their faces.

He couldn’t see her at all, but when the water drained from his ears, he could hear her choke and cough.

“We have to get out!” she yelled. Another rush of water descended on them. Jerome tilted his chin toward the ceiling. He couldn’t stand to put his face underwater. It terrified him.

A horrible rumble moved through the tunnel. All of a sudden, Nina’s headlamp glitched back to life. She was right beside him, soaking wet and squinting in the light. The water was murky brown and nearly a meter deep. Jerome was petrified.

Nina, however, shouted, “Let’s go!” She started paddling toward the entrance. Jerome couldn’t. He couldn’t do it.

“Wait!” he shouted, but before he could do anything, he heard the rumble again and a huge wave of water descended on him from the back of the cave.

It was so powerful that it pushed him and Nina back. He knocked into the walls of the cave and flipped onto his back as the wave shoved him. He was completely disoriented, flipping back and forth, hitting the floor, suffocating from the lack of oxygen, until finally the wave dumped them out in a heap onto the cold concrete floor of the tunnels. Water flooded out in waves behind them.

Jerome kneeled on the ground, choking and gasping. His heart pounded. His skin was frozen.

“What the hell?” he shouted when he caught his breath. His vocal cords were wrecked.

He looked up at Nina. She kneeled in a heap on the ground, coughing up water. “I’m sorry,” she exclaimed. “You weren’t supposed to go in there,” she said.

Jerome laid down on the cold floor. He heard the roar of crashing waves, all in his memories.

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The Grounds, 11:50pm.

They walked back to Anubis in silence. With every step, their shoes squeaked and squelched with water. Jerome was freezing. He looked over at Nina; she was shaking. It reminded him of that night in the history classroom. He noticed her satchel was now empty.

“Answers, now,” Jerome said.

Nina sighed, but she didn’t argue. “I had to bury something down there,” she said.

“The Cup,” he said. Nina stared at him. “I saw it in your bag.” He didn’t ask how it survived the furnace.

“Then you can understand why it needed to be hidden somewhere no one would ever go looking for it,” she said. “The tunnel was part of the tasks. It shows you your worst fear.”

“No kidding,” Jerome scoffed. He looked at her, but she stared off into the distance. He couldn’t help it; he wondered what the hell she saw in there. He didn’t ask.

“I asked you to come because no one in Sibuna would have let me do what I just did.”

“For once I agree with them,” he said.

“Well, I had it handled,” she said. “I’d done it before, so I knew what I was getting into.”

“Yeah, until we almost drowned,” he stressed. Just saying the word struck fear in his heart. His skin froze all over again.

“That’s why I said to stay where you were,” she said. “I never wanted you to get mixed up in that.” She ran a hand through her soaked hair and sighed. “I’m sorry I got you into that mess.”

Jerome nodded, his version of accepting an apology.

Nina half-grinned. “Trust me, I really thought you’d be the one person on earth who would actually mind your business when I told you to,” she joked.

He cracked a smile. “Trust me, normally I would have.” But when he thought about it, he’d stuck his neck out for her kind of a lot. He realized with a shock that she had done the same for him, and she probably would again if given the choice.

“Well, Martin, after tonight I believe you owe me at least three ‘no questions asked,’” he said. She probably owed him a couple hundred actually, but he was feeling generous.

She sighed. “That’s fair,” she said.

They reached Anubis finally. They ditched their soaking shoes and socks outside and snuck in the house. Jerome shuffled off to his room, eager to rid himself of his soaking clothes and the memory of this night forever, but Nina stopped him.

“Jerome,” she whispered. He squinted at her through the darkness. “Thanks.”

“You live a weird life, Martin,” he said, his way of saying “you’re welcome.” She was the most reckless person he has ever met, but he had to admit, she had guts.

That was how Jerome learned to never request a favor from Nina Martin ever again, no matter how many embarrassing things he did on Valentine’s Day.

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Valentine’s Day, 2011 (one year ago).

Nina knocked on Mara and Patricia’s bedroom door, staring at the text she got from Jerome.

A second later, Jerome opened the door and stepped outside, looking panicked.

“What the hell is a ‘no questions asked?’” she asked.

“No questions!” he whisper-shouted. He grabbed her wrist and tugged her into the room.

The room was covered in pink frills, plush stuffed animals, glitter, and red hearts. A string quartet sat on Patricia’s bed. When they saw Nina, they readied their instruments and started to play.

“NO!” Jerome shouted, more desperate than angry. “It’s not her.” He turned to Nina, “Help me get rid of it!” he pleaded.

Nina’s jaw was on the floor. “What the…”

“No. Questions. Asked,” Jerome hissed.

#lol sorry for the angst in there #that always happens #i wasnt sure i wanted jerome to go in the tunnel but i really wanted to explore my hc for his phobia #sorry to this man #he should know better than to get mixed up with nina #especially after 10pm #those are her feral hours #jerome clarke #nina martin #house of anubis #hoa ask #thanks for the ask! #hoa fanfic

[roserozu22]

Rogercop

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Morning had sprung and Nathalie was getting Gabriel ready for a very important event -  careers day at Collège Françoise Dupont. 

 

“Sir, are you sure this is a good idea?” Nathalie asked worriedly. 

 

“Yes, this is a good opportunity for me to see this Nathaniel boy’s parents,” Gabriel smirked. 

 

Suddenly, the door opened and there stood Adrien fiddling with his necklace nervously. “Ready, papa?” 

 

Gabriel looked at his youngest child and smiled reassuringly at him. “You didn’t force me to come with you, and to be fair, I haven’t seen much of your teachers, only your principal. So no need to be nervous mon petit.” 

 

Adrien smiled at Gabriel and then took hold of his father’s hands and Felix’s once he entered the foyer. They got into the car to travel to the school. 

=^._.^= ∫

When the Agreste family arrived at the school (a little late, due to some idiots on the road), they met one Mr. Tom Dupain. 

 

“My day begins at 4 a.m. every morning because the bakery opens at 7. You would think that the life of a baker is pretty routine, making the same pastries, rolls, cakes... but actually, it's different every day. One day someone might order a cake in the shape of the Eiffel Tower, and another day you might-” Tom explained to Gabriel and Felix’s boredom and Adrien’s interest.

“Marinette will come around and pass out some croissants baked fresh this morning,” Tom said as he pointed at his daughter. 

 

“Thank you, Mr Dupain. Now, let's meet Alya's mom, who is head chef at the Grand Paris hotel, owned by our mayor, Mr Bourgeois.” Miss Bustier. 

 

On Marinette’s rounds, she smiled happily at Adrien. She was excited as she knew that his model career would end later than most, giving him more time to model. However, she smiled sadly at Felix as he looked disinterested. As Marinette was making the rounds, Chloé opened a case with a bracelet inside.

 

Sabrina looked at the bracelet and immediately grabbed it, “It's beautiful!”

 

Chloé then promptly slapped Sabrina’s hand. “Don't touch it!” 

 

Whilst this was happening, Gabriel whispered in Felix’s ear, “Remind me why I sent you two to this school?”

 

“Because you wanted me to learn the ‘commoner’ life, and also Adrien wanted to go to school just like his big brother,” Felix whispered back.

 

Gabriel hummed in thought. 

 

“Put it away, Chloé! It could get in the wrong hands!” Mr  Bourgeois attempted to scold his daughter

 

“I wonder how many croissants your dad would have to sell to buy you one of these? What am I saying? He'd have to sell the whole store!” Chloé taunted Marinette as she noticed her passing out the croissants.

 

“Well, if you're so rich, obviously you don't need free croissants!” Marinette said as she left the table but not without smirking as she could hear a poor comeback from Chloé. 

 

Meanwhile, Plagg was having a slight conundrum himself. “Is that Camembert?” Plagg asked himself as flew from Felix’s bag to Chloé's. “Huh? Oh, that's not Camembert... but it is very shiny. I like shiny, hmm!”

 

In the world outside of kwamis… “Unfortunately, I have no dishes to share. But maybe Mr Bourgeois will invite you all to the hotel and treat you to lunch!” Alya’s mum said while looking at her boss, with a glare that could rival Gabriel’s

 

The said boss nodded while sweating nervously at his employee’s glare and sighed in relief when the glare melted away. While the students were applauding, a policeman named Roger started laughing.

Unfortunately, Plagg caused Marinette to slip (as he landed on his head after continuing playing with the bracelet) 

 

“Marinette, are you okay?” Adrien asked as he left his chair while helping the girl up, not knowing that Gabriel was staring at her intently. 

 

Before Marinette could answer, however, Gabriel swiftly put Adrien back in his chair and stood in front of said chair protectively. 

 

“Next on the list is Sabrina's father, a policeman. Please welcome Officer Roger!” Miss Bustier said quickly to diffuse the attention and stop Gabriel from glaring at the students and herself.

 

The students started applauding, although with more confusion than anything else. With a quick glare from his brother and father, Adrien didn’t even bother clapping. 

 

“I've been a police officer for 15 years, and I firmly believe that every citizen is innocent until proven guilty.” As soon Officer Roger said this, the drama queen of the class exclaimed. “My bracelet! It's gone! I had it a second ago.” She then looks at Marinette “You! You stole it!”

 

“What? What are you talking about?!” Marinette asked confusedly.

 

“You purposely tripped over my bag so you could steal my bracelet!” Chloé then looks at Roger “You're a policeman! Arrest her!”

 

“My daughter is not a thief!” Tom defended Marinette and glared at the other girl.

 

Gabriel could only look at the students and parents and without warning, got a massive headache and thought of removing Adrien (and Felix) from the stupidity of the whole thing. 

 

Roger then blew his whistle without warning which caused Gabriel’s headache to worsen. “Hold on a minute, Miss Bourgeois, we don't accuse without proof! Now, everyone, calm down, please. Maybe you simply misplaced your bracelet.”

 

“You're calling me a liar?! Daddy!” Chloé said in surprise and anger.

 

“Roger, I demand you search for this girl’s bracelet immediately!”

 

“Ha!”

 

“Please, everybody!” Miss Bustier pleaded although she was not heard at all. 

 

“Need I remind you that as mayor of this city, I am your superior!” Mr Bourgeois said unkindly towards the policeman.

 

Before Roger could say anymore, Gabriel decided to speak up.

 

“I’ve had enough of this. My children don’t need to see this debacle. They came to school for their education, not some soap opera that is poorly made!” Gabriel then noticed that Felix’s friend was recording the whole thing. “This boy hasn’t stopped recording since I’ve entered the classroom, maybe there is something on there." Gabriel then gently moved Adrien from his seat and said. “I’m going back home with Adrien and until this issue is resolved he will no longer be attending school."  Gabriel suddenly looked at Felix. “If you like you can go home with me or stay for the whole day.” 

 

Felix looked at the drama gleefully and then looked at his father and replied. “I’ll stay here and see the drama unfold.” Gabriel nodded and left the classroom with a very reluctant Adrien, but not without giving his secretary’s number to Nathaniel’s parents. 

=^._.^= ∫

As soon as Adrien and Gabriel arrived at the mansion, Adrien was instantly sent to his room (as according to Gabriel he had had too much excitement and needed rest) and went down to his lair and transformed into his evil alter-ego Hawkmoth.

=^._.^= ∫

At the exact moment, Mr Bourgeois and Tom were seen shouting at each other while the students were looking at the two adults in interest (mostly Felix).

 

Nathaniel then looked at the adults and said, “Let’s do what my Mr Agreste said and look through Nino’s video. Maybe we can find something because I for one would like to see my significant other outside of the mansion or photo shoots.” 

 

The adults looked at the upcoming artist in shock (while Felix smiled at the artist with pride until he felt something hit his ankle and swiftly noticed that it was the missing bracelet on top of his kwami’s head and rapidly left the room quietly) not noticing that a new drama was going down. 

 

=^._.^= ∫

Ms Mendeleiev threw a piece of litter into the bin but missed so the litter landed on the floor which caused Rogercop to grab the litter. He then flew to where Ms Mendeleiev was.

 

“You're under arrest!” Rogercop shouted at the poor science teacher. 

 

“What? What for?” Ms Mendeleiev asked in confusion and horror. 

 

“You threw litter on a public sidewalk, jaywalked and crossed the red light,” Rogercop said robotically. The police whistle was still around his neck. His skin was quite pale, and a hollow, light blue triangle pointing downwards was at the centre of his chest. His helmet sported a light blue line above a light blue shield in front of his eyes. His left shoulder and right shoulder wore blinking red and blue police lights, respectively.

 

“Well, I suppose I did. But you can't arrest me! Who are you anyway? You don't look like a policeman!”

Rogercop then threw cuffs at the science teacher “I sentence you to trash duty.” He then blew his whistle which controlled the handcuffs and made Ms Mendeleiev robotically throw the litter in the trash can.

 

“Next mission: Seeking justice on Mayor Bourgeois.”

=^._.^= ∫

Meanwhile back at the school, Felix was seen lecturing Plagg (who was still wearing the bracelet). “Never do that again! Do you know the troubles you caused!” 

 

“I thought it was Camembert,” Plagg said. “And besides I think the bracelet suits my rock-hard abs.”

 

“Well, clearly it isn’t Camembert” Felix groaned and swiftly thought of something else, “and Plagg you do not have abs.” Felix then stopped as he heard footsteps and looked down and saw it was Rogercop. 

 

“Great, great, just great, thanks to you Plagg, we have now to fight against an akumatized policeman. You’ve made another one of your dumb decisions.”

 

“Sorry, Felix,” Plagg said, remorsefully. 

 

“I know, now let’s try and get this bracelet off you, and fix everything.” 

 

Plagg nodded while Felix began looking through his locker for anything that could help. Meanwhile, Rogercop had caused one of the parents to run laps around the gymnasium. 

=^._.^= ∫

Simultaneously, back at the mansion, Adrien was seen lying down on his bed with a look of boredom on his face. He was texting Nathaniel who was giving him updates regarding the situation of the missing bracelet. 

 

=^._.^= ∫

“See, Chloé? I tripped on the bag, but Sabrina held the bracelet, we are all suspects!” Marinette said (while trying and failing to be diplomatic).

 

“But, what about Mr Agreste, isn’t he like in most of the video?” One of the students asked.

 

“To be fair, I wanted to film Adrien and Felix, but I think Mr Agreste knew what I was doing or that he wanted Adrien to not see. You can never know with that dude.” Nino said in Mr Agreste's defence.

 

“And let’s remember Mr Agreste is a fashion designer. If he wants to he can design any jewellery that he or the twins need or want,” Alya said. 

 

And once again, Marinette opened her big mouth and caused the situation to be five times worse than it was until Rogercop entered the classroom uninvited. He asked the students, parents and teacher where the mayor was. They all denied that they knew where he was until a voice spoke up. Recognising the voice, everyone groaned. 

 

“Mr Principal, “I demand that you find who stole my daughter's bracelet ASAP! Or your job is on the line, sir…!”

 

Marinette then quietly left the room and jokingly said to Tikki “Who knew that our mayor could shout like that.”

 

Tikki then glared at her holder and sternly said. “No time for jokes, we’re going to make things right. Now transform!”

 

Marinette smiled nervously at Tikki and shouted “Tikki, spots on!”

 

At the same time in the locker room, Felix had managed to get Plagg out of the bracelet with some help from pepper and Camembert cheese. Knowing he had no time to waste, he quickly transformed into Chat Noir.

=^._.^= ∫

It wasn’t until late at night that everything went back to normal with a slight hiccup from the usual lucky charm item, Chat Noir’s antics and Rogercop firing his handcuffs all over the place. 

=^._.^= ∫

The next day, the twins were seen together and with happy smiles on their faces as Adrien was allowed to go back to school after Gabriel received a call from the mayor telling him about where the bracelet was all along. All’s well that ends well as Roger got promoted to lieutenant and Nathaniel’s parents were coming over for dinner over the weekend. 

#a03 fanfic #alternate universe #fanfiction.net #miraculos ladybug #twins #adrien x nathaniel #felix x marinette #Adrinath

[chaoticpuff17]

Suga, We’re Going Down

part 3

Masterlist

Alright my darlings! Sorry this chapter isn’t more exciting after a long wait, but school is kicking my ass. Hopefully this still has some surprises for you though!---chaotic puff

Y/N sat on the bus wondering to herself how she had gotten herself into this mess. The weight of the coat settled around her shoulders and the scent of his cologne wafting up from the thick fabric was a firm reminder that the night had not been a dream. Yoongi had insisted she needed a coat. It was too cold for her to be out without one. Nina had insisted that she couldn’t show up at the club in her old tan coat and the heavy knitted scarf that Halmeoni had made for her so many years before, so she’d been without any protection from the cold. Yoongi had given her his, draping the maroon material across her shoulders and wishing her goodnight when she realized that he realized that she didn’t have a coat of her own. He’d grinned waving off her concerns telling her he had plenty of other coats. She didn’t doubt it. The man was willing to pay her four million won per meeting. Of course he could afford more than one coat. It was probably nothing to him.

The man was oddly attentive to her. The whole thing was odd. What kind of man in his position was interested in a little mouse like her? She certainly wasn’t the prettiest woman in the world, and he had to have beautiful women swarming around him, models, actresses, idols. What had made him choose her? What made a man willing to pay so much money for a woman when he had so many other options before him?

It didn’t make sense, but who was she to question it? He was literally paying for her life, and they desperately needed the money. All she wanted to do was go home and curl up in her bed, see Eun Jae sleeping safe and sound. She would feel better after seeing him. She would feel like herself again, because she certainly didn’t feel like herself right now.

She felt, in part, like she was making a mistake, but she didn’t have many other options. And every single option she had would break her grandmother’s heart. There wasn’t an option that wouldn’t break her heart, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was her family.

Her father had sent them spiraling into a pit of debt they’d been trying to climb out of for years. Her music lessons hadn’t helped that burden, neither had her college tuition, but her grandfather had seen something in her from a young age. He had seen how much his granddaughter loved music, how the little girl looked at the keys of a piano in wonder. Her parents hadn’t cared. They hadn’t noticed, but her grandparents had, and they insisted on nurturing that spark.

The old man had bundled her up when she was just four years old, on a cold winter morning, and shuttled her off to her first piano lesson. There had been no looking back after that. When her grandfather died three years later, her grandmother took her to lessons.

At the age of seven, she’d discovered the cello, just after her grandfather’s passing. Her piano teacher had had a friend, who taught lessons, and had helped to negotiate a price that would be manageable for them. So from then on every Saturday of her childhood, she’d been marched first to her piano lesson as usual and then to her cello lesson. A year after her cello lessons started, her mother left, and from there, her father had only sunk them further and further into debt. Eventually, they could no longer support lessons for both instruments. One of them had to go, and so at the age of thirteen, there were no more piano lessons. She still played of course, but her main focus had become the cello.

Ha Jin had never showed any particular interest in anything like music, not sports, or language, or her studies, not the restaurant either. She wanted to be anything, but what they were, poor and insignificant. She was always getting into trouble. She had a reputation in their neighborhood for being a shoplifter, a poor student, and generally just a bad kid. She wasn’t someone parents wanted their children hanging around.

And then came the summer she turned seventeen. Y/N would never know how she did it, but Ha Jin had managed to force herself into a circle of people she never should have crossed paths with in the first place. It could never be said that Ha Jin wasn’t smart. She was in fact, very intelligent. She just wasn’t using that intelligence for academics. Instead she used it to weasel her way into a group of upper class, wealthy kids. She wanted more than their little restaurant, and in her eyes, those kids were her ticket to something better, her ticket out. That’s where she had met Eun Jae’s dad.

Kim Taehyung was the son of a well to do family. He was handsome, charismatic, and a little older than Y/N. Before anyone could talk some sense into her, Ha Jin had gotten swept up in the lies she had weaved around herself. She’d lied about so many things, her age, her family, her circumstances. It had gotten so bad she’d begun to see herself as being one of them. She thought they had accepted her, that she was one of them, but she was wrong. She was a pet, a project, an amusement. Specifically, she’d been Taehyung’s amusement, the silly little girl who hung off his every word, a summer fling that would quickly be forgotten. Once Ha Jin had gotten pregnant, there was no hiding her lies anymore. She was just seventeen, but she had a baby to think of. She was going to be a mother, and there would be no father to help.

Taehyung and his family wanted nothing to do with the pregnancy. It was a youthful indiscretion that wouldn’t ruin their son’s life. He was in college, the heir to a good family. They weren’t going to allow an illegitimate child to ruin that for him, let alone an illegitimate child from a youthful dalliance with a gold digger.

Ha Jin had been inconsolable. She was convinced that he was going to come for her that he was going to take her away and make her a great lady, claiming that he wouldn’t abandon his child. But everyone else knew that that would never be the case. The farther into her pregnancy she got, the more bitter Ha Jin became. It was a struggle for Y/N and her grandmother to get the younger girl to take care of herself. She didn’t want to see the doctor. She didn’t want to go to school. She didn’t want to take the vitamins she was supposed to take. She didn’t want to set up a nursery. She wanted the baby gone, blaming a child that hadn’t even been born yet for ruining her life.

It wasn’t even a week after Eun Jae was born that she took off. They hadn’t seen her since. She hadn’t even named the child. She remembered waking up in the middle of the night to Eun Jae’s screams. The poor little boy had been inconsolable. He was hungry, he was tired, and his diaper was uncomfortably full. She’d scooped up him up holding him close as she put together a bottle for him gently rocking him and cooing softly trying to settle the poor child. Ha Jin was nowhere to be found. She hadn’t left so much as a note behind.

From that point on, Eun Jae was her son. She and Halmeoni had named him after her grandfather, hoping the name would bring him the same happiness in life that her grandfather had had. They took him to all hid doctor’s appointments. He was a beautiful healthy baby, and the sweetest little one that there ever was, but they might have been biased.

Y/N was immensely relieved to arrive home, to get herself out of those heels and to see her baby. The house was quiet, indicating that Nina had successfully gotten the little one to bed. She was a good friend and a good aunt for Eun Jae, but she was notorious for being a push over when it came to him. But that hadn’t been the case on that night. She found them both curled up fast asleep on the bed. Eun Jae was tucked up under the blankets sprawled like a little starfish and clutching his favorite dinosaur. Bambam the dinosaur had been a gift right after he’d first been born. He never slept without it. Nina was curled up next to him on top of the blankets, equally as lost to sleep as the toddler.

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Quietly she fished out some extra blankets. One she draped over Nina so she wouldn’t catch cold. The other she threw on the sofa. She’d make her bed there tonight so she wouldn’t disturb the pair that were already fast asleep. Talking to Nina about everything could wait. They all needed some sleep.

She woke up the next morning to Eun Jae bouncing on top of her screaming something about breakfast and cartoons. She groggily sat up rubbing the sleep from her eyes and smiling tiredly at her son.

“Okay, buddy. Just give eomma a minute, okay?” She asked smiling at him. She glanced over at the bed to see Nina turned over with her head under a pillow. Clearly she hadn’t been as ready to let go of sleep for the sake of the toddler.

She got up moving to the little kitchenette to make breakfast, all the while the little guy was hanging off her leg eagerly chattering about all the things he wanted them to do that day. Mostly it consisted of cartoons. As much as she loved him, she did not have the energy to deal with children’s cartoons and their horribly annoying theme songs without a strong cup of tea.

“Okay, buddy. You go take a seat, and I’ll start on breakfast.” She smiled, an evil glint in her eye. “You can wake up Auntie Nina if you want.”

The little boy perked up at that. He sped over to the bed, climbing up on the platform before throwing himself on top of the groggy woman.

“Wake up, Nini!” He screamed jumping up and down on the other woman. “It’s time for bweakfast!”

Nina rolled over shooting a glare at Y/N who was very innocently putting together the meal for them all. “If you get up now, I’ll make you coffee.” Y/N threw the offer over her shoulder smiling as she saw Nina tackle the little boy attacking him with tickles as revenge for his waking her up.

“Come on, Nini.” Eun Jae whined tugging at his aunt as soon as she released him. “We gotta watch cawtoons!”

“I’m up. I’m up.” She groaned pulling herself out of bed to join Y/N in the kitchen only stopping to turn on some cartoons to keep Eun Jae busy while the two women talked.

“So how did it go last night?”

“It was…” She paused trying to think of the words. “It was, Agust d.”

Nina froze turning to look at her friend with wide eyes. “It was who now?”

“It was Agust d.”

“Shut up!” Nina’s eyes widened even further. “You’re joking! It wasn’t!” Nina was an avid fan of Agust d. He was her favorite musician. She lived and breathed Agust d. “Was it?”

“That’s his coat.” She nudged her head in the direction of the table where the coat from last night was draped over a chair.

Nina rushed over seizing the item inspecting it. “This is his coat!” She shrieked eyes wild. “I’ve seen him wearing this in pictures! Why do you have Agust d’s coat?”

“You didn’t let me bring mine, and he didn’t want me to catch cold, and for god’s sake use your inside voice. Do you want the neighbor’s to hear?” She scolded.

“But it’s August d! You have to tell me everything.” She rushed into the kitchen hanging off her friend’s arm as she whined. “Why do you have all the luck? I should have made a profile too. You’ll introduce me right?” She stared at her making her eyes wide and pleading, trying to mimic the look Eun Jae had whenever he wanted something. It didn’t work.

“You want me to introduce you to my sugar daddy?” Y/N asked confusion coloring her tone.

“It’s Agust d!” Nina looked at her as though she was stupid. Agust d was her world. How could she not want to meet him? “You have to introduce me!”

Y/N couldn’t help but stare at her incredulously. Was this the same girl who had been worried about her safety just a few days ago? Wasn’t this the same girl who had tried to make sure this was what she really wanted? Now everything was okay because her sugar daddy was someone famous. Well, she had to admire Nina’s loyalty, even if it was to the idol and not to her.

“Nina.” She sighed leaning against the counter tiredly. “I don’t think that’s up to me. I haven’t even signed the contracts yet.”

“Eomma!” Eun Jae’s voice called out before he came crashing into her legs looking up at her with big dark eyes. “Juice?”

“What do we say?”

“Juice pwease!”

“Okay, buddy.” She smiled gently ruffling his hair before she moved to fulfill his request.

She handed the cup over to the toddler and watched him as he went to go settle himself in front of his cartoons again happily sipping at his juice. She couldn’t help the fond, if not tired, look that took over her features as she watched him.

“When do you sign the contracts?” Nina asked impatiently, eager to know everything about her friend’s encounter with the famous rapper.

“He said that they should be ready by Monday.”

“This is so exciting!” Nina squealed practically vibrating with excitement. “You’re going to be on Agust d’s arm!” She paused a dawning realization making her mouth drop open in shock. “You’ll get to fuck Agust d!”

Immediately, Y/N slapped her friend’s arm glaring at her before throwing a worried glance over at the little boy. “Little ears.” She hissed grateful that Eun Jae wasn’t paying them any attention. “We do not swear in front of the baby.”

“Sorry, Y/N.” Nina at least had the decency to look sheepish. “But Monday is only the day after tomorrow. Aren’t you nervous?”

“Petrified.”

part 4

#bts #bts fic #yandere bts #bts suga #min yoongi #yandere yoongi #rapper yoongi #bts yoongi #yoongi x reader #bts fanfic #suga #yandere suga #suga x reader #suga we're going down #dark romance

[purple-fireflies]

finds a streetlight (steps out of the shade)

lutteo oneshot that I made because it was stuck in my head.

Prompt: “You threw pebbles at my window to get my attention, you might as well quote Romeo and Juliet”

Luna tosses and turns in her bed. It’s dark outside, and god knows she won’t be able to concentrate the next day.

Maybe Nina will let her cheat just a tad.

She flips over her pillow and tries to close her eyes and just get some sleep.

Has the ceiling always been this interesting?

Sleep won’t beckon her, and she doesn’t want to be beckoned. The dreams only confuse her.

But there’s also that small, eensy detail that requires the human body to have rest in order for it to function.

After maybe 20 minutes, Luna decides screw it, and gets up from her bed, staring at the script her teacher had imposed on her and Matteo.

Matteo.

With his annoying little smirk and comments that confuse her to no end, and that nickname.

Luna feels so weird around Matteo. Her palms sweat, her stomach does weird things to her, his eyes do weird things to her.

Luna tries to uncloud her mind (as if that ever works) and focus on the script.

The weird syntax and different connotations of the words make her confused, but she understands the basic gist of it.

The stupid, basic gist of it.

They barely know each other and they’re doing all this crap for what?

If Shakespeare wanted to warn teenagers against love, he did a great job of it.

Luna sits in her bed, and she feels a yawn overcoming her, and thinks finally.

But some incessant noise keeps on pattering her window.

Thunk.

Thunk.

Thunk.

Luna gets tired of it eventually and opens the window.

Brown curls meticulously placed and chocolate eyes she’s so used to seeing look up at her.

“If you’re looking for Àmbar, she’s on the other side of the house!” Luna yells down at him.

He may as well be quoting Romeo and Juliet, with all the lovesick drama and throwing the pebbles, Luna thinks bitterly, some weird twisting in her gut.

It’s perfectly within Matteo’s and Àmbar’s rights to do whatever they want to.

They are dating, after all.

So why does it make Luna so mad?

She doesn’t have much time to dwell on it, because the incessant throwing is persistent, so she opens her window once again.

“I’m here for you, Chica Delivery!” He yells.

What the hell does he mean by that?

“What do you mean by that?”

“Come down and maybe you’ll find out!” He yells back, in typical Chico Fresa form.

Luna internally groans. She’ll get in trouble, no doubt about it. The rational, sane part of her brain is yelling at her, to not do this.

But Luna’s not a rational person. She’s a dreamer, an optimist. And this is Matteo. For all of his egotism, and idiocy, he’d never do anything too stupid.

“I need ten minutes!” She yells again, and the grin he sends her, even though he’s so far down, makes her heart do things that it should not be doing.

She switches out her PJs and pulls on a coat, trying to be as quiet and non-accident prone as possible.

━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━

“Chico Fresa you better have dragged me out here for a good goddamn reason,” Luna grumbles, upon seeing Matteo’s smug smirk.

There are many ways she’d like to get rid of it.

Matteo smiles like he knows what he’s thinking about.

“Remember the rink we were talking about?” He asks her.

He better have not woken her up for that.

“Yes?”

“They’re letting me go in before opening because my dad did the owner a favor once, and you know, I thought you’d like to come with,” He replies.

In this light, with his tone and that bashful look on his face, Luna finds it hard to link this Matteo to the King of the Rink.

She likes sweet Matteo more.

“Matteo, I’d love to but I left my—”

“Skates? Relax, Luna, you think I’d forget the most important piece of the puzzle? Me?”

Aaaaaaand he’s back.

“Sorry if I don’t trust your decision making 100%,”

“They have skates for rental. So, you ready?”

She should say no. She should say no and go home. She should tell Matteo he’s being idiotic and impulsive.

She says yes.

━━━━━━━☆☆━━━━━━━

Skating with Matteo feels like flying. Not just skating itself, but the way he looks at her. The smiles, the shared looks, the synchronicity, everything. It makes her feel like she’s walking on air.

They stop after both of them tire. Luna laughs upon seeing Matteo’s relieved expression.

“And here I thought you didn’t get tired,”

He scowls.

“I don’t. And if you tell anyone, Lunita, it will be hell on Earth.”

Hearing Lunita come from Matteo’s mouth makes Luna wince.

“Don’t call me Lunita and you have a deal.”

“Sounds good,” Matteo says, staring at the sky.

“You okay, Chico Fresa?” Luna asks, softly, as to not break this weird limbo that they have going on.

Matteo looks at her with something she can’t identify.

With something that makes her feel things that she shouldn’t be feeling.

Not for someone who’s taken.

Not for this playboy.

Not Matteo.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He finally says, and the tension that was thick in the air dissipates.

Luna’s not sure if she imagined it or not.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home, don’t want to get you in trouble or anything,” He mutters, lacing his fingers through hers.

As if it was second nature.

This is too much for Luna to process, especially at 2 AM.

But when he sends her a knowing look and a wink the next day at school, Luna knows she’s far gone.

#lutteo #lutteo fic #luna valente #matteo balsano #luna x matteo #soy luna #sl

[magic-belodie]

I finished Castiel’s route of MCLLL episode 12. I got Eric’s illustration. It cost me 1502 AP. Here is the summary of his route.

You start this episode in front of the café. You are talking with Nina. She got a new idea for you. Her idea is a 10% discount for each customer who brings their own cup for a better milieu. You really like the idea. You give Nina permission to make the idea reality. Nina goes working on the idea, and you go back inside the café. You get a call from Chani. She asks you to come over to her. She says it is very important. You get a choice to ask here to come to you or that you go to her. No matter what you choose, you will go to Chani.  You ask Dambi to fill in at lunchtime so that you can leave the café. Dambi spoils some coffee over you. But she is happy to fill in. You go to the kitchen to changes clothes. In the kitchen you get your outfit option. I choose the outfit for Eric's illustration. Then you leave the café to go to Chani’s place. When you arrive at Chani’s place, it seems that Marina is there to. Chani thinks that you can help Marina. You get choice if you want to listen to what Marina has to say. No matter what you choose you will hear Marina's story. Marina tells us that Rayan doesn’t deserve what is happening to him. She decides to tell us the whole story from the beginning. Marina started classes of Rayan this year. The minute she met him she felt in love with him. She tries to talk a lot with Rayan and thinks that he is flirting back with her. Her friend starts to ask questions. So Marina sprites a rumor that she has something with Rayan. Then she found out that one of her friends had talked with Miss Paltry. Miss Paltry asked that friend to come back to her when they have proof. Then Marina got called into Rayan’s office. And her friend heard about that. You tell Marina that you were responsible for her being called to Rayan’s office. Nothing happened in Rayan’s office. He was telling Marina that he saw that she was interested in him and that he just a teacher nothing more. Marina feels a shamed. Her friend tries to find out what happened, but Marina didn’t tell anything. Her friend did go to Miss Paltry again. Marina gets called in by miss Paltry. Marina was in tears and tried to explain but couldn’t talk. Miss Paltry felt everything in herself. The more Marina tried to talk the less she listened. And for she knew, Miss Paltry had already called Priya. And that is when it got all out of control. You get that Miss Paltry didn’t want to listen. You ask her why she didn’t say anything to Priya. Marina says that she doesn’t do well under pressure and that she tried to talk as little as possible. You are happy that Marina tells you the truth. You ask her why she tells you now. Marina got a lot of mails from others person who experience this kind of thing. Marina felt more and more guilty. You ask her why Priya didn’t see what happened. Miss Paltry was with her on her first conversation with Priya. And she was the one who convinced Priya.  And her first conversation with Renate and Priya she was so stressed and disoriented that it all went wrong. When Chani came to her, she finally told the truth. Chani decided to talk with Marina after your last conversation with Chani about all this. And that is when Marina told her the whole story. Chani decided to call you because Marina is afraid to go to Priya alone. So she wants you to go with her. You get the choice if you want to go with Marina to Priya. I said no. Marina tells you that she will she Priya tomorrow morning. Then Marina goes home. You stay at Chani’s place for a cup of tea. Chani tells you that she is really happy with her last paintings. She asks if you offer still stands for showing her work at the café. You say yes of course. Then she shows you a painting that she made while thinking about you. You like the painting really mush. Chani gives it to you. You don’t want to leave, but you really have to get back to the café. As soon as you leave Chani’s house, you get the choice to call Rayan and tell him the truth. I decide to not call Rayan and go directly to the café.

When you are at the café, you send Nina home. You work until closing time. At closing time Eric shows up and helps you to close the café. He tells you that he is getting his own apartment. Eric asks you about your day. You tell him what happened with Marina. Eric understands why Marina got caught up in her spiral. You both leave to go home. At home Castiel is already there. You thought he would be late because he was working on new songs at the studio. Castiel tells you that he has a hard time to finish up his song because they still don't have the contract. He asks you how your day is. You tell him about everything that had happened with Marina and that you don't go with Marina to Priya. Castiel thinks that you should have said yes. You two have a nice evening together, but you have a hard time sleeping. The next day will start.

You have to work at the café. Dambi tells you to that Hyun is in the kitchen. You go to him. Hyun is really stressed. He has mixed up your order with the order of the retirement home. He goes out against you and thinks that he has to stop with his dream. You tell him to calm down. And that it is not okay to talk to you like that. He says he is sorry and goes to retirement home to handle things there. You give him a coffee for on the way. Dambi comes inside the kitchen. She tells you that Hyun didn’t mean what he says to you. You didn’t take it personally. Dambi really wants to help Hyun without hurting him. When something goes wrong Hyun really likes to be alone and doesn’t take it well when someone is being nice to him then. Dambi goes back inside to help customers, you get a phone call from Castiel. He invites you for a private party with Rayan, Hyun, Priya and Nath. His new album is almost finished, and he wants to celebrate it. You say you be there. You go back inside the café. There are Nath an Eric. Nath asked what you are doing in the kitchen. You told him Castiel called you and that Nath already knows why. Then you ask Eric how moving to the apartment is going. It is going good. Then you ask about the case. It seems that the one they thought was behind all this doesn’t seem to be the one. Someone else is behind all this, and they still don’t know who. Nath and Eric leave to work. Eric says that he will see you again tonight, but you tell him that it will just be Nina because you are at the private party. Eric seems sad. The rest of the day nothing happened, you leave to go to the studio.

At the studio, you are the first one to show up. You tell them that Nina says hello and Gabin is blushing. Castiel tells that the contract came in this morning. Gabin ask if they need to check it with a lawyer because Zack always to care of the contracts before. They agree to let Priya check it when she comes tonight. They tell that they still have to decided about the band name. I advise to change the name. They still decide to keep Crowstorm as their name. Then Priya comes inside she tells what happened with Rayan’s case. She already talked with Renate on the phone, she has to see her tomorrow. She also called Rayan’s lawyer, so everyone knows the story now. Castiel show Priya the new contract to get her mind of things. Priya doesn’t think that the contract is good. Priya has to look up some things. This reminds her about her meeting tomorrow. You advise her to have the conversation at the café. She sends the message to Renate. In the meantime Castiel walks out of the studio. You go outside to check on him. Castiel is really disappointed by the contract being not good. He really wants to be on good terms with Ronnie Dialy. You try to cheer him up. At that moment Nath and Rayan arrive. Rayan already tell Nath what happened with his case. You go all back inside. Priya tells there that Renate agreed to met at the café. Then she sees Rayan. The situation between them is tense. Rayan tells that have done some soul-searching when he was with his uncle. His going to change is behavior in the classes. Finally, Hyun gets inside. He looks exhausted. He tells what happened with the orders and about the stress. Castiel offers him to help with money. Hyun doesn’t want to go down that road. They agree to make some publicity for Hyun’s business. Then Castiel finally let us hear the new music they made. Everyone seems to like it. The next day will stat. You are at the café. Priya is already there and is really nerves. Renate is finally there. She seems to be really mad and doesn’t want to stay long. Renate says that she shouldn’t have trusted Priya and that she should have done the interview. Renate doesn’t seem to care about justice only about how it is hurting the firm and her reputation. I decided to give Renate a lesson about justice. Renate only gets angrier. And Priya decides to leave the law firm. Renate wants to back to the office. Priya thinks about starting her own business maybe. But she first goes home to relax.

Nina is helping you at the café in the afternoon. Gabin comes over and chats for a while with Nina. Then he leaves again. You ask Nina about the chat. She says that it isn’t what you think and that she is done with boys. Then you tell her that you let Gabin know yesterday that Nina loved to be at the private party. Then she seems to be blushing. The story skips to closing time. Again Eric shows up  to help you close done. Eric saw Nina on the way here. He thinks Nina is in love. You tell him about what happened with Priya. Then Eric tries to make a move on you. I decided to let him kiss me. I got the illustration. We both steps back, and then we suddenly discover that we shouldn't have done this. Then Eric suddenly leaves and the episode ends.

#mclll #MCL #my candy love #love life #episode 11 #spoilers #castiel #mcl castiel #mclll castiel #mcl eric #mclll eric #Eric

[sapphosclown]

hsmtmts 207 spoilers !!

felt like rewatching it here’s me thoughts 🤪

EJ AND GINA CO-ANCHORS SO TRUE

the 2 seconds of gini content love to see it

ok nini said the song means so much to her and then repeatedly tells ricky it means nothing 🤨

ej and ricky talking in the beginning 🥰

SEB LOOKED SO SAD THAT THEY COULDNT DO DEAR EVAN HANSEN AW

kourtneys like cut away where she’s giggling ab howie i love her

i love her except keep ur phone on silent queen 😚

“i… have.. abs???”

“i also padded the tush for you” “aw thanks i actually needed that”

THE FAKE ZOOM ON CARLO’S PHONE LMAO

“i would” LMAO

nini why are those heart eyes at gina so aggressive 😏

“we have to get even… right?”

why are they all so stupid i love them

everyone was so shocked gina volunteered to be look out

ok but don’t leave nini and kourtney unsupervised either bc they actually stole ginas stuff too 😁

ginas so pretty

WHYD THEY ALL YELL WILDCATS THEYRE SO DUMB

Anyways kourtney is also cute as hell in this ep

sorry i don’t like miss jen romance plots

“what’s your name” oh shit oh fuck oh shit what do i do- “diane”

north high extra making gina uncomfy for 1 minute straight

that’s the face of a lesbian who doesn’t wanna talk to this man if i’ve ever seen it

“can i get your snap” is so funny to me

RISOTTO

THEUR AWKWARD LUGHS WHEN THE GUY LEAVES LMAO THEYRE BOTH GAY IDC

it’s the way they’re bad lookouts

why the fuck did they make nini wear a tie under that shirt

that’s literally just mean whyd they do that

if they dressed me like that i’d probably wanna leave the show too /j

the only connection to hsm they have now is still calling them wildcats

i think they should’ve incorporated more hsm songs instead of periodically calling then wildcats when that’s not even their real mascot

FUGLY

“oh yeah? what isle we BOP TO THE TOP” good try babe

ej and gina being the only ones excited

don’t fucking talk ab ashlyn like that

gina standing up for ash so true

“miss jen said not to dance with the enemy” miss jen: 💃💃

sorry don’t care much for this performance

in the mean time i was eating a cheese pizza lunchable and both of the cheeses taste the exact same

rickys like fuck ur compliment… what is the compliment

it wasn’t even a compliment that was so bitchy

ricky doesn’t even like her but he looks back at her later

ik theyre just trying to break up the couples but i like that ashlyn is the center of a love triangle

plot twist red is jealous but also has a crush on antoine

tom holland on stilts

no ash loves him so much aw

also how can anyone see ej in that shirt and think straight man ik that’s stereotyping or something but COME ON

he knew damn well he was being rude

EJ “yesssss” LMAO I LOVE HIM

it’s ok ej i think the mob song is great (this version at least i haven’t heard the og sorry)

he didn’t have to be bitchy telling nini to leave

sad she didn’t perform but also i think she would’ve looked goofy lol

i’m gonna watch the performance cause i like it but here’s what i remember

ej shouldve gotten a solo

why does ricky have a guitar

ashlyn absolutely ate that blonde bitch up

red too absolutely ate

yk who else ate. carlos

HE ATE THAT ONE NOTE I STG

also kourtney and gina advancing so true

although their dancing looked kinda weird cause it was just them idk anyways

um yeah this performance is fun i’m watching it now

i didn’t notice when i watched the first time but whyd the captions spoil it was howie 😐😐

jealous red looked so funny

also east high won sorry

seb that’s what i said they should’ve had a judge

nini really said oh well we’ll do it anyways like no queen you’ll literally be disqualified

EJS FACE WHEN THE CAMERA PANNED TO HIM LMAO

rickys kinda right the song doesn’t really fit it’s too much of a pop song not musical theater

look back

i can’t believe the mf teacher took the mask. how fucking pathetic.

i don’t like that nini won’t fucking talk to ricky about how she feels even when he tries to talk to her like guys you could fix your relationship very easily

also anti romantic portwell it makes me so uncomfy

although howie being the beast i- plot twist idk how i didn’t see that coming

i like that her music she’s going by nina i think that’s kinda fun

also the preview… i stg ej and gina are gonna have some sort of moment and i’m gonna hate it

if ej doesn’t have a good amount of screen time i’m rioting

the preview pictures looked like ricky and nini make up

OH YEAH EJ GASTON MOMENT PLS

ok that’s all i think thank you

#idk who liked reading these but it’s fun for me 🤪 #hsmtmts #hsmtmts s2 spoilers

[wrenreid]

Conflict of Interest

18+ content warning for this story

Chapter Thirteen: The Morning After

You lay with your head on Spencer's chest as the sun shines in through the blinds on his windows. You'd both woken up a few minutes ago and decided to stay in bed. This is the first time you've spent the night with someone in a long time.

"Tell me more about yourself," he says softly. The sleepiness in his voice is adorable and sexy at the same time.

"Why?" You chuckle.

"Because I want to know more about you. I'm a learner, remember?"

You nod with a soft smile. You tell Spencer a little about your family and how you were growing up. "And I got this scar by getting my dog untangled from a barbed wire fence," you show him your arm.

Spencer traces his fingers over it gently. "Ouch. Guess you're a natural born saver."

"I guess so," you smile. "What about you? How'd you get that scar on your leg?"

Spencer's face changes but you can't really see it from your place on his chest. "I-uh... a case. I got stabbed."

"Oh makes sense... have you been hurt a lot on cases?"

"Depends on what you consider a lot. Over ten? Yes. Over 30? no."

"Ah gotcha," you nod. "Did you always know you wanted to be an agent?"

Spencer shakes his head. "No. I wanted to be a magician. Then I wanted to be a scientist. Then... well it's quite a long list."

"I think it's pretty cool that you've been able to have so many options. Not very many people can say they do."

He nods gently. "I guess I'm lucky."

"You're brilliant, Spencer."

A soft smile creeps up on his face. There's no way he hasn't been told this a million times, but somehow your words still make him smile. "Was there any other options for you? Or was it always this."

"I had so many dreams as a kid," you chuckle softly. "Like a ridiculous amount."

"Like what?"

"Astronaut, pilot, author, president..."

"Wow. That's pretty badass of you," he grins.

"When I started reading about criminal psychology, I just knew. And thank God I picked up those books because it's landed me a permanent friendship, self defense lessons, and a sexy teacher."

A soft pink blush glows on his cheeks. "Yeah you're pretty lucky on that one," Spencer jokes. "I assume you're talking about Nina on the first one?"

"Yes sir. We've gotten really close. They're amazing."

"They're?"

"Yeah. Nina goes by she/they."

"Ohh. Okay I'll keep that in mind," Spencer says.

You give him a soft smile and kiss his lips just because he looks so damn good. He smiles as you pull away from the kiss, and with the corners of his lips pulled up and his eyes closed he looks absolutely gorgeous. You enjoy seeing Spencer like this, vulnerable and relaxed. Usually, he's reserved, you can tell he doesn't let people in easily.

"Tell me about your family... if you feel comfortable of course," you say as you prop your arms under your chin, looking up at his face, taking in all of his features.

Spencer's cheeks turn a little red, this happens a lot you've noticed. "Well, not much to say. It's just me and my mom." He gives a soft smile and you already know she means the world to him.

"Has it always been that way?"

"No. Not physically at least. My dad left when I was 10."

"Oh, Spencer I'm sorry," you say softly, rubbing his chest slowly.

"It's alright. We animals learn to adapt and grow."

You give Spencer a nod and a soft, supportive smile. "That we do."

"What division do you think you're going to go into after you graduate?" He asks, looking down at you with hazel eyes.

"Honestly, I'll apply to wherever there's openings. I'm just a little worried that I won't be wanted. I mean, there's so many people in this program."

"Don't say that. You're incredible."

"Says the genius who didn't even have to apply to the BAU."

"Okay, fair point. I'm serious though, even if there aren't openings, teams grow all the time. I believe there's never too many brains on board."

A small smile grows on your lips. "I suppose you're right."

"I'm always right."

"Oh cocky," you suppress a giggle.

"You love it."

"Hmm. No."

"Hmm. Yes."

"Perhaps I enjoy it a little," you roll your eyes.

Spencer chuckles softly, his eyes still on your face.

You want to tease him about staring, but then you decide to ask about the picture on his nightstand. You'd noticed it a little bit before but didn't pry. The picture of him and two little blonde boys makes you both smile and your heart burn at one simple question in your head. Are they his? He'd never mentioned having kids before, but what if they came from a poor relationship? It's not like you really know a whole lot about him. God, you hope they aren't his kids. The thought makes a twist of guilt sting inside your stomach.

"Wh-who are they?" You point to the picture.

Spencer looks back at the frame even though he knows exactly who you're talking about. A smile creeps up on his lips. "My godsons. JJ, one of my best friends and coworkers decided to make me the godfather of her kids."

You have to hold in a sigh of relief. "Oh," you give him a small smile. "That's really sweet."

"Yeah. They're amazing. Michael turns 3 this year."

"Awh. They're really cute."

"Are you fan a children?"

"Sometimes," you chuckle. "The crotch goblins who act like heathens, definitely not."

"Crotch goblins?" A laugh comes from Spencer's lips.

"Yeah. Kids can be creatures, and they come from the cr-"

"Yeah, I got it," he laughs again.

You smile smugly, shrugging. "I should probably get going soon. Nina's going to think my date murdered me."

"Did you tell them?"

"No. I said I was going on a date with some woman I met earlier."

"Ah," he nods. His phone goes off for the second time that morning.

"Case?"

He checks it. "Nope. Team night out. Luke says to 'Bring the girl or guy.' They all think I'm seeing someone."

"Technically you are," you chuckle.

"I am, but they don't need to know that. Especially because of our situation. I would never hear the end of it."

"I wouldn't either if my brothers found out." You tell him, sitting up on his bed and stretching. You're in a t shirt Spencer gave you to sleep in the night before. "I should get ready," you frown.

Spencer nods. "I think your clothes are somewhere in that vicinity," he chuckles, gesturing toward the floor near his dresser.

You stand up and find your clothes. You pull off his t shirt, turning around even though he's seen you naked before. After slipping into your bra and underwear, you step back into the dress which is pretty damn wrinkled from last night.

"Well these are ruined," you laugh softly, holding up the fishnet tights.

"Sorry about that."

"No worries. You ripping them was pretty hot."

A pink blush shines on his cheeks. "Noted."

After pulling on your heels and attempting to finger comb through your hair, you start a goodbye.

"I'll walk you out," Spencer stands up. He's in a t shirt and boxers.

"Why thank you kind sir," you say dramatically as the two of you reach his front door, your bag in your hands.

"And thank you, m'lady," Spencer does a little bow and almost trips which makes you giggle. He leans down, kissing you softly. Normally, people in a 'purely physical, no strings attached' relationship don't kiss outside of sex, but you're not like that for some reason.

"Bye, Spencer."

"See you soon?"

"Yes sir."

With that, you leave his apartment and make your way down to his car.

"Holy shit. You got fucked," Nina laughs as you walk into your shared dorm room.

A deep blush creeps up on your cheeks. "Maybe. Your tights are kind of... ruined now. Sorry."

"It's okay I suppose. Well worth it. Tell me all about it."

"I don't kiss and tell, Nina."

"The hell you don't."

chapter fourteen

tags: @reidscake @reidsmilf @reidslovely @awhoreforspencerreid @sexualityisajoke @nomajdetective @kenreadsfanfics @assemblemotherfuckers @calicocatty @hotchandspencearedilfs @kodiakwhiskey @rory-cakes @kbakery <3

[doc-pickles]

the jolex college AU that literally no one asked for

Soooo I did a thing. I’ve actually had 90% of this in my drafts for awhile and I just decided to finish it today. (nina you said you didn’t have any fics in your drafts. WELL I’M STUPID SO THERE’S THAT) I’m not planning on expanding this past a one shot but it’s a fun little AU that my mind kicked up one night while watching 14x15 and drinking too much sangria. It’s not polished up or beta read but I figured something is better than nothing :) 

also TW// jo swears like a freaking sailor in this fic

“A fucking fire alarm? Really?!”

Jo Wilson was not one to be inconvenienced, especially not while she was in the damn shower. She let a groan out as the water above her shut off, probably an incentive to get her out of the building in case it really was on fire. 

“I’m going, I’m going,” Jo muttered to herself, reaching for her towel. After wrapping it around herself, she realized that she hadn’t brought her clothes with her. “Oh you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

Fuming with anger, Jo began to walk down the two flights of stairs to the ground floor and out the front door of Earl Hall. Various cat calls and whoops met Jo’s ears, but she was too angry with whoever the hell set off the fire alarm to acknowledge them. 

“Wilson! You trying to give us a show here,” Jo turned at her name, staring down Andrew DeLuca as he attempted to get under her skin… or under her towel. “I wouldn’t say no to a free peep show.”

“Oh shove off DeLuca, you’ll fuck anything with a pulse,” Jo retorted, earning a howl of laughter from DeLuca’s friends. “I’ll show off the goods to anyone who can tell me who set off the fucking fire alarm while I was showering though.”

“That would be me.”

Jo whipped around, one hand coming to hold the bottom of her towel in place as she came face to face with the person who had effectively ruined her day. 

She hadn’t met the man before, but Jo was instantly mesmerized. He wore a dark blue shirt and plaid boxer shorts, hair ruffled at odd angles and the beginnings of a scruffy beard appearing on his sharp jawline. The man was handsome and by God did Jo just want to fuck him right there and then. 

Kill him. Kill him right there and then. 

Jesus Christ Jo, pull your head out of your vagina. 

“So you’re the asshole that set off the alarm,” Jo asked, eyebrow raising as if daring him to refute her words. “Well hi, I’m Jo and I’m fucking pissed at you.”

“I’m Alex and I really enjoy your talent for slipping the word ‘fuck’ into almost every sentence that comes out of your mouth,” Jo stared back at Alex, unamused by his joke. “Listen I’m sorry, I was trying to study for chem and my hot plate burned a hole through my notebook. You should be back in soon if it’s any consolation.”

As if by fate, the fire alarm stopped ringing and someone shouted that it was safe to go back in. Students began to file in but Jo and Alex kept their staring match going. She couldn’t tell if it was the mounting sexual tension between them or just plain old hostility, but Jo couldn’t tear her eyes away from the man in front of her. 

“You’re on my fucking shit list Alex,” Jo stated firmly before walking away. “You better watch it!”

“Hey! You didn’t hold up your end of things,” Alex called out, causing Jo to turn back around and lift an eyebrow in question. “You said that you would ‘show off the goods’ to anyone who told you why the fire alarm went off. Well that was me.”

Jo paused momentarily, thoughts racing a million miles a minute before she moved closer to Alex and opened her towel up. Eyes wide, Alex immediately diverted his gaze away from Jo, not anticipating that she would actually flash him. With a satisfied smirk, Jo tucked her towel back into place and walked back towards the dorm hall. 

“Have a good fucking night Alex!”

+

“If I never end up at another frat party it’ll be too soon,” Jo complained, swatting a hand away from her ass as she followed her roommate towards the kitchen. “Why’d you have to drag me out here, Hannah? You know Brandon trolls these parties looking for unsuspecting girls to trick into dating him so he can cheat on them a month in.”

Hannah looked at Jo with a bored expression, as if to say she was tired of hearing this story over and over again. 

“We get it, you hate Brandon Thomas and everything he stands for,” Hannah rolled her eyes and handed a red solo cup to Jo. “But you realize that this is the Kappa house and Brandon is in Chi Omega. They’re sworn enemies, you’ll never see him here unless the planets align and someone’s sacrificed a virgin to the moon god.”

Jo rolled her eyes, lips coming to the cup and taking a large swallow of the jungle juice inside. She didn’t really know anyone at these parties, but there was always free alcohol and she had a pocket knife stashed in her bra in case she got into trouble. 

“Jo, promise me you won’t kill me but Brandon is here,” Jo’s head whipped around to look at Hannah, eyes wide as she stared her roommate down. “He’s by the front door, just turn around and walk towards the backyard and you’ll never see each other.”

Jo eyed the back door, only 50 feet from where she was standing. She could definitely make it there without being noticed. Weaving through the crowd, Jo was positive she would get out without accident. 

“Jo! Is that you?”

Brandon’s voice sounded over the crowd, making Jo cringe as she realized she had been caught. She looked around in a panic, almost yelling as a pair of arms slid around her waist. 

“Just play along, I hate that douche bag too,” Jo looked up in shock, realizing that the person that had grabbed her was the guy who had set off the fire alarm last week. “Nice to fucking see you, Jo.”

“Oh you’re a piece of- MMM,” Jo was cut off by Alex’s lips pressing into hers. Jungle juice and adrenaline coursing through her veins, Jo presses back against him. Alex holds her against him for a minute more, one hand trailing to grab her ass while the other pulls her closer into his embrace. Her free hand unconsciously comes up to tangle in the curls at the nape of his neck and Jo swears she can feel him moan under the pounding sounds of bass music that surround them. Finally, after what feels like a lifetime, he pulls away with a crooked grin. 

“Sorry, that prick Thomas was walking by, had to give him a show. You’re welcome.” 

Alex walks away from Jo then, leaving her standing in the middle of a frat house party completely confused. 

+

“Jo! I’m walking out the door but your alarm has been going off for 20 minutes!” Hannah slammed the door to the dorm room, abruptly waking Jo up. She looked to her bedside clock, groaning loudly as she realized that she had 15 minutes to get across campus to her 9:30 AM class. 

“Well fuck,” Jo bemoaned as she rolled out of bed, grabbing whatever clothes were around her and throwing them on. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can’t miss O Chem again. Fuck!”

Rushing out the door, Jo let her worn out sneakers pound across the pavement towards her Organic Chemistry class. It was only week two of spring semester and she couldn’t risk missing class for a second time. 

Skidding into the lecture hall, Jo raced past a few students and slid into the back row of her class only five minutes late. She let out a loud breath, pulling her notebook out of her backpack as she tried to tune into the professor.

“You know you might be able to learn more if you show up on time,” Jo’s head snapped up as she looked to her left, realizing that the seat she had chosen was right next to Alex. “Funny seeing you here.”

“You have a lot of nerve trying to talk to me again after what you did at that house party,” Jo kept her eyes locked on her notebook, refusing to even glance at Alex as she started writing notes. “Even if you did save my ass, who goes around kissing strangers?”

“We’re not strangers. I know that your name is Jo and we live in the same hall and you smuggle cereal out of the dining hall when you think no one is looking,” Alex shrugged, eyes trained on the lecturer at the front of the hall. “And you’ve shown me your rack, I feel like that counts for something too.”

Side eyeing the man next to her, Jo watched Alex listening intently to their professor. He had a serious expression painted on his face, one that made him look years older than he was. Today he wore a forest green sweatshirt that bore the university’s wrestling team logo. Jo thought back to the first time she met Alex, remembering the way his shoulders and arms were built up more than anything else on his lean body. His dark hair and eyes that had instantly caught Jo’s eye seemed harsher under the fluorescent lighting of the classroom. This version of Alex that she was staring at today seemed so different than the Alex who accidentally set his chemistry book on fire and kissed her at a party to help her avoid her cheating ex. This Alex… well he seemed cold and unapproachable. 

“Okay that only proves that you’ve been stalking me,” Jo rolled her eyes. “What do you want? Are you expecting me to sleep with you? Or help you with your homework? Because that’s a no on all of the above.”

“Nah figured you needed a friend,” Alex shrugged, pencil tapping against the edge of his textbook. “You seem like the lonely type.”

“I am not lonely,” Jo’s voice comes out louder than intended. Her next words are softer as she glares at Alex, their teacher and lesson long forgotten. “I’m just selective about who I spend my time with.”

She does try to concentrate on her work then, but Jo can feel Alex’s eyes boring into the side of her head. He frustrates her, angers her in a way that nobody has before and she can’t decide if she wants to punch him in the face or kiss him until she can’t breathe. 

Wait what?

Jo shook her head, trying to clear out the image of a shirtless and sweaty Alex out of her mind. She was not going to start fantasizing about the handsome muscular man who’s lips felt like velvet against hers and who’s hand on her ass made her feel like-

“You’re drooling.”

Her hand flew up to her cheek, wiping at the small pool of liquid as her cheeks flamed red. She chanced looking over to Alex, who wore a shit eating grin that was slightly crooked. Damn it, keep it in your panties Jo!

“I was thinking about… dinner tonight,” Jo nodded, keeping her gaze forward. “Probably going to get… take out, something fast and easy.”

“Fast and easy, huh?,” Jo could swear that Alex’s voice took on a husky quality to it as he lowered his volume. An involuntary shiver ran up her spine as she futilely tried to calm the rising sensations in her body. ”That’s my favorite. For dinner I mean, I love it fast… and easy…” 

Whipping her head around, Jo locked her eyes with Alex’s. The intensity of their stares almost scared her, but more than that Jo was desperate. She wanted this complete stranger (and total asshole) in the worst ways possible, her mind conjuring up images that would send her straight to Hell if she dared to say them out loud. 

“I have no idea what the professor is talking about,” Jo admitted, eyes watching Alex’s lips as her tongue darted out wet her own. “But I really wanna get out of here.”

“If I fail this class because of you, you’re never gonna hear the end of it,” Alex was hastily shoving his books into his bag, slinging it over his shoulder as Jo rose and made a beeline for the door. 

The pair ignored the stares they got from their classmates as they raced out the door, jetting into the empty hallway in a fit of giggles. Before she could comprehend what was happening, Jo found herself in Alex’s embrace. He pinned her against the wall, lips hungrily devouring hers as her hands fisted his hair roughly.

“Come on lover boy,” Jo smirked, hand tangling in Alex’s own as she broke apart from him and dragged him down the hall. “My roommate has classes for the rest of the day so my dorm is empty.”

#alex karev #jo karev #jo wilson #jolex #jo x alex #jolex fic #greys anatomy #greys fanfic #greys #jolex fanfic #nina writes

[mistymark]

the one where you’re someone else. [jaemin] [part I]

na jaemin x reader // 2.9k words // high school!au // body switch!au

summary; in which you wake up in someone else’s body. more than once.

warnings: swearing, confusion, mention of male genitalia

requested; nope

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. Groaning, you roll onto your side, searching blindly for the snooze button on your alarm, your head remaining on the pillow. Five more minutes. Please.

...

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. This time you squint your eyes open, sitting up in bed and rubbing your head groggily. You wonder why you feel so tired, and the remnants of your dream drift slowly into your mind.

Scenes flash through your mind in the same frightening way you imagine one would see highlights of their life before they die. The hallway of a high school that is not your own, a bright-eyed boy grinning at you before he sprints away from you, a test that you had definitely not prepared for, a cute café and delicious treats, the strange feeling of not recognising yourself in the mirror...

“Y/n!” A voice calls for you from the kitchen, and you hastily slip on a pair of slippers and make your way through the house in search of breakfast. A small frown sits on your mother’s face as she finishes making her own breakfast, “Two days in a row you haven’t been awake on time. Are you sure you’re getting enough sleep? Maybe you should go to sleep early tonight.”

“I’m fine, Mum,” you roll your eyes as she presses the back of her hand against your forehead.

“This is so unusual for you,” she mumbles, almost to herself. When you push her hand away to reach for the juice, she goes back to her breakfast, momentarily forgetting about the newspaper she had just been reading sitting beside her. “Yesterday I was starting to wonder if you’d had some kind of mental breakdown.” She looks up at you then, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion; you’d been exactly the same yesterday, only less tired.

“It’s… been an exhausting week,” you try to find an explanation. She seems satisfied with the answer. Looking at the time, you quickly stand up to rush to your room, “Shit. I need to get ready for school.”

You busy yourself with getting ready for school, only a little annoyed at yourself for not having packed your bag last night, the simple disruption to your morning routine adding a few minutes to your normal departure time. You were sure you’d packed it last night, but your belongings scattered around your room clearly disagreed. Quickly sliding your binders, books and laptop into your backpack, you rushed around your room. Luckily, you didn’t miss the bus.

“Y/n!” Your best friend, Nina, sees you shortly after you enter the front doors of your school. Her excitement to see you is shown in the way she smiles at you, though it shortly changes to a small frown as she looks you up and down. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired,” you answer honestly, shying away from her assessing gaze. Her eyes scan your face.

“Nina, would you quit it?” Seungmin laughs, giving her a slight push. You hadn’t even noticed him walking up to the two of you. She stumbles, her eyes moving from you to him, narrowing. “She’s fine,” he states, turning to you now.

“You were acting so weird yesterday,” she stresses to you, still looking at you tentatively as if she expected you to spontaneously combust any second.

“What?” You frown in confusion at them, wondering why they were being so dramatic. Maybe a bad test result made you cry yesterday, but that wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary for you. Opening your locker, you tear your gaze from your friends in favour of focusing on piling your books onto the shelf. From the corner of your eye, you can tell they’re still watching you wearily. “Alright, spill it. What’s up?”

“You…” Nina struggles to find the words.

“It was like you were a different person,” Seungmin finally says. “You kept forgetting who you were, where you were, what you were supposed to be doing. We thought you had amnesia or something.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you look between them again, “You’re kidding, right?” You think back to yesterday – Tuesday – and can’t remember anything out of the ordinary.

“No, Y/n, we’re dead serious,” Nina responds, eyeing you again.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you guys but I have a class to get to. Mrs Kim has a paper for me,” you grab your history books and close your locker.

Nina looks at Seungmin confusedly, “Don’t you have history third period?” He nods. She turns to you again, “Y/n, history is third period. We have chemistry first.”

“We always have history first on a Wednesday,” you smile, rolling your eyes. “Come on, guys, you know I memorised my schedule on the first day.”

There’s silence, before Seungmin grabs his phone from his pocket, pressing the button so the screen lights up and dangles it in front of your face, “Yeah, well, it’s Thursday, so history is third.”

The bell rings before you can dispute this. Even though, of course, what could you say? It was Thursday – your own phone said so, so they couldn’t be messing with you. How could it be that a whole day had slipped from your memory?

You drift between classes in a confused daze, only loosely focusing on the words of your teachers and peers, slowly writing half-finished notes and barely registering when the teacher was giving you homework.

Your focus was primarily on Wednesday – yesterday – and why you couldn’t remember anything. There were plenty of memorable things that happened on Wednesdays – you had gym class, your usual ice cream date with Nina and Seungmin, work. Yet, you couldn’t remember any of them.

“Did I hit my head yesterday? I can’t remember anything at all,” you frown, whispering to Seungmin while Mrs Kim drones on about the cold war.

“Maybe,” he tries to suppress a giggle. “You sure were acting like you did.”

Yawning, you turn over the page of notes you were adding to, revealing a page of messily handwritten notes that definitely wasn’t done by you. The handwriting, for starters, was a messy scrawl that frequently sloped in a downwards direction and overstepped the neatly printed lines on the page. Completely done in black ink, without any highlighting or colour coding the rest of your notes had, you dismissed it as Seungmin writing in your book.

But Seungmin used blue ink almost religiously, and the handwriting didn’t match his. Why would Seungmin write ‘who am i?’ over and over in my book?

Your name was scrawled in the corners of the pages, as if you had forgotten it and needed the reminder.

“Y/n,” you were snapped out of your thoughts by Mrs Kim, who was handing out a worksheet. She smiles at you, “Ah, so you remember your name today?” Seungmin snickers beside you and you elbow him swiftly, effectively shutting him up. “Did you read my notes on your essay?”

You blush, embarrassed and guilty, “No, I’m sorry. I haven’t had the ti-“

Mrs Kim gives you a warm smile, “That’s okay. Let me know when you have.” She walks away, moving on to another student.

Seungmin leans closer to you, his eyes remaining on the teacher, “I’m surprised she didn’t mention the fact that you dodged her yesterday after class.”

“Huh?”

“She wanted to talk to you about the notes on your essay, and you completely ran out! Not as if you had any place to be; Mr Park was late to calculus again.”

“Oh. Oh, right,” you mutter, lowering your chin to the desk.

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“Where the fuck is my essay?” You groan in frustration. Hyunjin, the poor soul whose locker is right beside yours, startles at your sudden outburst.

“Are you okay?” He shuts the door of his locker gently, leaning against it as he looks you up and down, concern on his face.

“Mrs Kim gave me an essay yesterday and I must’ve misplaced it.” Your locker isn’t exactly messy, so there are very few loose papers in there. A quick flick through the few documents stashed haphazardly in your locker proved it wasn’t in there.

“Don’t you have some intense filing system?” His eyes flicker down to the binder in your hand, dividers neatly sectioning off different parts. “Is it not in there?”

“If it were in here, I wouldn’t be searching my locker,” you mumble sadly. His eyes widen.

“Right... Seungmin has history with you, right?” Hyunjin’s attention shifts to something behind you, and he waves a hand, gesturing for someone to come over. “Hey, Seungmin!”

“Hey, dude,” Seungmin greets. “What’s up?”

“Y/n is missing a history essay,” Hyunjin helpfully explains. When Seungmin’s eyebrows furrow in thought, Hyunjin takes it as an opportunity to leave, and quickly departs down the hallway in search of his own friends.

“Didn’t you throw it away?”

“I don’t throw away my essays.”

“I’m pretty sure you did. After you walked out yesterday. I saw you put something in the bin,” his eyes flicker to yours. “I just assumed it was rubbish.”

You groan, pressing your forehead against Hyunjin’s locker, whining, “No.”

“I’m sure Mrs Kim would redo her notes if you asked her. You typed it, didn’t you? Just reprint it.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” you pout. He smiles warmly at you.

“You’ll be fine, Y/n,” Seungmin rests a hand on your shoulder, attempting to steer you away from the row of lockers and towards the cafeteria, closing your locker door with his foot. “But now, lunch.”

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The rest of the day flies by and, before you know it, you’re in Seungmin’s car as he drives you home. The town rushes past you in a flurry of houses and small grocery stores, drive thru restaurants and gas stations, and you struggle to stay awake.

“Hey, sleepy head, you’re home,” Seungmin tries to suppress his laughter, giving you a light nudge. “Get out of my car.”

Groaning, you slump away from the door, clumsily finding the door handle and almost falling out of the car, “Fine! I’ll see you tomorrow, assface.”

“Yeah,” he smiles warmly. “See you then.”

The hours of the evening are mostly taken up with homework, as you try and get as much done as possible before the weekend. As it steadily approaches midnight, you find youself getting more and more tired, eventually getting to the point where you can’t keep your eyes open anymore. And from there, darkness consumes you.

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RING! RING! RING! The alarm is loud and so annoying. You wonder why you chose to wake up to this, rather than your usual alarm, and turn to your side, fumbling around for the snooze button, your eyes still shut tight from exhaustion. Your eyes open when instead of hitting your bedside table or your alarm, your hand slams into a wall, eliciting a loud grunt from your mouth. For a second, you’re shocked at how deep your voice sounds, but your shock turns to fear when you realise you’re not in your bedroom.

You’re in a bedroom, but it’s certainly not your own. The walls are white, covered in posters and photos and a huge wall hanging that has plants growing out of small pots, leaves cascading down the wall. It’s homely, cute, but not where you expected to wake up – and due to that last fact, horrifying.

You clamber out of bed in search for your clothes, your shoes, your bag, anything that belongs to you. Unable to recall when or how you got here, you wonder if you’re hungover. But you didn’t go out last night - on a Thursday - you didn’t drink last night, and your head isn’t at all sore. Despite the lack of a headache, you still reach a hand up to your head, rubbing it. Your eyes widen at your hair – well, the lack of hair. It’s short, and you can feel the way it’s sticking up in all directions from sleep.

You rush to the mirror in the corner of the room, screaming when you realise you don’t look at all like how you normally look, and screaming louder when you realise your voice is so deep.

You’re a boy.

Ew, you think.

Wait, you look in the mirror. This is some crazy ass dream.

You take a look around the room, seeing the face in the mirror in the photographs, recognising the familiar brown hair and sparkling eyes. Reaching a hand up to touch your face, you push and pull the skin, watching it move in the mirror. You almost expected it to stay rigid, as if you were wearing a mask. This is so weird.

“Jaemin! Are you getting ready for school? Jeno’s going to be here in any minute!” A female voice calls from – presumably – downstairs, and you quickly look around the room. A uniform is hanging on the back of the door – one you don’t recognise – and you move to get changed, though something stops you.

You wait a second before responding, in case the voice was calling to someone in the house. When no one responds, you take a leap of faith, “Yeah! I’m getting dressed now!”

You look down briefly at the cold grey pyjama pants you’re – Jaemin’s – currently wearing, and take a deep breath, clenching your eyes shut as you pull the material down. I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.

You decide you have to open your eyes when you pull the school shorts on backwards (and you can feel that it’s backwards in ways you could never begin to explain as a girl) and try your hardest to think about anything else. You find the bathroom, which was thankfully located opposite the bedroom, and go about your normal routine as best you can.

The school bag slumped against the wall is empty, and you look around the desk for anything you might have to take with you, packing a few notebooks, a laptop, a pencil case (if you could call it that – it appeared to be a plastic bag with a few pens in it) and a water bottle.

“Hey, sweetie,” a beautiful woman greets you as you bound into the kitchen with a lot of energy. Why am I so hyper?

“Hey… Mum?” You cringe as the greeting comes out more like a question, hiding your face in the fridge.

Luckily, she just laughs. “I know, I know, I’m not normally in the kitchen.” She notices the way you scan the fridge, “Hey! Aren’t you and Jeno going to get food before school?”

You freeze, “Oh, um, yeah. We are. I’m just… browsing.”

“Okay, well, I’ll see you tonight, Jaem. Have a good day at school,” she kisses you on the top of the head, swiping her hand through your hair before leaving. You try your best to fix it, letting it flop down messily over your forehead.

Spotting an apple and a brown banana in a cracked dish on the counter, you slide the apple into your backpack and begin zipping it up when you hear a honk outside that almost makes you drop everything. You stop to listen, and two more honks follow. Confused, you wait. There’s the familiar sound of a car door slamming shut, and then you hear footprints on the front porch of the house. The doorbell rings.

The doorbell is monotonous, and you don’t wait for it to finish ringing before you pull the door open, instantly meeting the soft face of a boy your age, a confused look on his face. You’ve seen him somewhere, but you can’t place him. “Dude, I honked, like, three times. What’s going on?”

“Oh,” you say, dumbly. You surpise yourself by sounding even dumber with the question that follows, “Jeno?”

“Yeah?” His eyebrows draw nearer as he frowns at you. “Are you playing that ‘I don’t know who I am’ joke again?”

You force out a laugh, “No, I’m just messing with you.” You give him a light punch on the arm, trying to act like every douchebag guy you’ve seen in a high school movie. It’s tragic that you suddenly can’t recall how real boys act. “Let’s go,” you push past him, sighing in a way that makes it seem like he’s the one acting weird and not yourself.

His eyebrows raise in surprise, but then he shrugs and heads back to his car, waiting for you to finish locking the house (after much confusion over which key it is).

Once you’re in the car, you pull out the phone that had been sitting beside the bed you’d woken up in and thought thankfully that there was a finger-print unlock feature. Quickly scanning through a few messages, you learnt that Jeno was probably Jaemin’s best friend - and you were in a few group chats; ‘the Bros’, ‘chemistry lab group’, ‘mark’s birthday plans’, ‘Mum & Dad’, and a few others.

“So, I was thinking, Hyuck’s having a party at his place tonight, right?” Jeno begins talking, and once you realise you’re going to have to go to this party, too. “Hyunjin is coming, and he’s bringing a few girls from his school – you know, that guy we versed in lacrosse a few weeks ago? His parents know my parents and – whatever, it’s not important. He’s bringing a few girls and I’m hoping that girl from the game is- Hey! Are you even listening?” Jeno’s eyes flit between you and the road, and you turn to him.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. Did you ask him?” You’re dying to know if he’s talking about the Hyunjin you know – the real you knows – but you’re too self-conscious to ask too many questions, wanting to just get through the day with as little confusion as possible.

“Nah, I don’t really know the guy. He’s friends with Hyuck, though, I think, so maybe he’ll know.”

“Can you ask Yuck today?”

Jeno laughs, “Are you bringing back his middle school nickname? He’s gonna hate you so much for that. But I will, yeah. We have PE together today.”

He pulls into the parking lot of the school, and you vaguely recognise the school, maybe from posters or newspaper adverts, but you’re glad Jeno drove you because at least now you have someone to follow. And, you were unsure whether you’d been able to get to school without him.

You trail after Jeno through the main doors, but he clearly sees someone he knows, because he takes one look back at you before he runs off to catch them, “Catch you later, yeah?”

And it’s right then that it clicks; you know exactly where you’d seen him before: in your dream. You’d been here before. You’d seen him before. You’d been Jaemin before.

Fuck.

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