#the classes we planned out won’t let me enroll

[idlerin]

nonsense — 19. honey it hurts

your phone was dying.

you curse, you were on the other side of campus and forgot to bring your charger with you. you still had one final class to go to and it was going to start in less than 10 minutes. ah shit, you could survive one class without your phone though, right? you can’t be late to this specific class, the prof already targets you like crazy! you weren’t in the mood for public humiliation.

you huff as you begin running, the class was on the third floor! you still weren’t even in the right building. you run as fast as your legs could handle it! you begrudgingly realize you’ve been doing far more running this month than you have for the past year. you think this in a derogatory way if it wasn’t already obv–

thud

your foot caught onto a slab. fuck. oh my god. It hurts. you try to straighten your leg and hiss. you look around for where you dropped your phone and immediately grab it, groaning when you realize you couldn’t call anyone because your battery’s dead. you look at your hand where you were scraped from catching yourself, you check your leg and see you were scraped here and there too, but not much. you bit your lower lip, why did this have to happen now?

why couldn’t it just have been a normal fall! like a knee gash or something, it feels like the impact was too much, you could anticipate it getting swollen later this day. great. so much for wanting to not get even more on your professor’s bad side.

a shadow befell over your hunched figure.

“lets go to the clinic,” he says.

you look up and a frown was immediately set, “why are you here again?” after voicing out your thoughts you then remembered you were supposed to be following number 3. “sorry, that was rude,” you followed in an insincere tone.

he crouches down to look at your knee and observe your overall ruffled state, “i’m here for makki… i saw you from over there,” he points to the more rural part of the road, where there were rarely any vehicles that passed by besides the university shuttle bus, “i can’t just, not help.”

“you should’ve just ignored me,” you snapped at him.

“show me the direction to the clinic,” he says in that serious tone of his, you know that means he won’t tolerate any of your refusals.

“i can get there on my own,” you say stubbornly, knowing you need help standing up first to begin with, and it would probably take you like 30 minutes to get to the clinic on your own trying not to put much pressure on your leg.

“do you want me to bring you to the hospital instead?” he replies, not backing down.

“that’s excessive,” you roll your eyes.

“your choice, [name].”

“you shouldn’t even be here, meet up with makki somewhere else, aren’t you wary of the paparazzi or something.”

he points to his cap as if that was his magical superhero mask that hides his identity.

“lousy disguise,” you insult.

“alright, come on,” he stretches out a hand for you to take.

you look at his outreached hand then back to his face, “i have class.”

“so you want me to assist you on your way to your class then? in that state?” he tilts his head to the side, the both of you know that was not an ideal situation either of you want to be in.

you furrow your brows, irritably taking a hold of his wrist, a sign of giving up. he says nothing and helps you up. you clench your jaw, “we can’t go to the clinic, there would be at least some students who’d be passing by, we shouldn’t risk getting you in some scandal, ‘the oikawa tooru spotted in tokyo university, is he planning to enroll!?’ or some other stupid stuff.” why can’t you just shut up, you groan internally.

“we can go to my physicist, their clinic is a bit far, would that be okay?” oikawa asks you, taking your purse from the ground.

“whatever,” you reply, exhausted, you were starting to feel your injury throb. he was the one person on this planet you absolutely despised, but he was currently helping you, ugh, you hated feeling grateful, “what about makki?”

“he could just follow us, i’ll text him about it,” he explains then looks at you expectantly.

“what,” you ask, putting your phone in my pocket.

“am i not going to have to carry you?” he notions his head to your leg.

“i can walk,” you prove your point by attempting a step forward, regretting it instantly and retracting it, using your good leg instead then dragging your other behind. It didn’t feel like a major injury but it still hurt to use it immediately after it took an impact.

from your side, oikawa stretches his arm out again and you clutch it begrudgingly as he helps you walk to his car.

“…you need to rest it for a while, i’ll give you some painkillers you’d need to take for a week,” the doctor concludes before walking out of the room.

you sat on the patient bed of oikawa’s physician, awesome, you were going to struggle to walk for days, you are so looking forward to it. not. you were left alone inside with oikawa who was looking at the wound on your hand, you ignored his look.

“thank you oikawa-san,” you remember the decency to treat him formally once you have now calmed down. you then attempt to walk— attempt, because it was really some awkward waddling— to the bathroom, and all the way to the sink. you were quiet as you ran your hand through the water, finding some soap and washing around it.

oikawa appears behind you holding up a handkerchief, “use this to clean the wounds on your legs.”

you halt and close the running water, your hands gripping on the sides of the sink as you look at him through the mirror from behind you. you suck in a breath before asking.

“why are you doing this?” your voice cracks, “why are you trying to act like you didn’t break up with me for no reason over the fucking phone?”

you watch as his face contorts into an unreadable expression, “i’m not trying to act like i did nothing wrong..” he begins, “i know i hurt you, [name].”

“so glad you’re aware,” you say sarcastically.

your head was throbbing and you really want to just run away, again, but now you weren’t physically capable to is just so ugh. these days, it seems as if all of your solutions were to just run away.

“…i’m sorry, [name],” he says, “and i know my sorry isn’t enough.”

and for some reason, your eyes started to water. you were too emotional for your own liking. you know he means it, and it hurts more because you know he means it.

oikawa sees your expression and approaches, reaching out to you out of instinct, stopping himself at the last minute, “lets.. lets clean your wounds first, okay?” his voice was starting to shake too. why? why?

“fine,” you say in a small voice, he steps aside to let you through. and you suck in your breath and the stupid teary eyes and that's when the door slams open.

“i have burgers!” makki laughs as he strides in, “i couldn’t pick a type of flavor so— [name]?!”

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✦ fun facts !

makki thought ‘us’ meant oikawa’s manager or bodyguard, not his dear ex [name] he’s been teasing oikawa with.

nonsense ! an oikawa tooru social media au

synopsis. you were oikawa tooru’s #1 fan, until you became his #1 hater. you hated him so much you went viral on twitter (accidentally) and literally became known as “the oikawa tooru hater”, doesn’t help that he keeps fueling the fire by subtweeting you. everyone is all in for this new drama. what isn’t known to the public, is that this particular drama’s been on hold for three years (him being your ex and all).

a/n — help me i just figured out how to have more images lmao but yea this is too much power for me (too lazy to edit prev chapters)

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[lightlycareless]

More high school au with Naoya and y/n pleaseee😩😩🙏🏻🙏🏻 they are so cute and like- uughhhhh ( you don’t have to tho )

Hello anon!

Thank you so much for waiting 🥺❤️❤️ I actually have some snippets here and there of scenarios I want to write for them, however, now that valentine's day is approaching this other idea popped up hehehe, so I might as well take advantage of it.

Also, this is a two part thing. As of now, the second part is scheduled for... you guessed it, the 14th 😂

warnings: none. fluff. a lil bit of heartbreak, but nothing too serious. more to come on the second part.

All I got to say is, this went a completely different direction than I expected. We shall see if it pays off.

Without further a do, happy reading!

taglist: @sureconfused

part 2.

It’s rare when the faculty allows students to take control of anything outside of their studies and training.

But there were occasions they allowed it, especially in those where they’d not only prove they’re much better academically than any other institute, but also humiliate their sister school in their annual exchange event.

Which is exactly what happened last summer, an undisputable victory to remain for the years to come as the worst defeat Kyoto has ever experienced.

Taking this into consideration, the school thought it only deserving for the students to be compensated.

What the Tokyo school ended up choosing as a reward was a trip to one of the popular theme parks in Japan, but to afford such trip without having to choke the higher ups with their expenses, the students began to plan out ways to increase their budget.

Luckily for them, the money hungry Mei Mei knew exactly what to do.

Thus, preparations soon began to plan out, starting with decorations and activities that would not only incentivize students to participate, but willingly spend all their hard-earned money (plus an extra for herself.) for something enjoyable in return—all coinciding with the most awaited time of the year.

We’re talking about White Day, of course.

A date that you were naturally also excited for, simply because it was your first White Day since enrolling in jujutsu high.

You had your own motives to be eager, but your enthusiasm simply kept growing thanks to your classmate’s incessant discussion of the plans they set up with their boyfriends, or the guys they were being “courted” by.

“My boyfriend got reservations at this nice place in downtown! We’re going there as soon as our classes are done.” One would say.

“That’s so sweet! There’s this guy I’ve been talking to for a while now—we haven’t done much but I just know he likes me! I’m just hope he’ll confess his feelings today…” Another adds.

“What about you, Y/N? Set your eyes on anyone yet?”

No.

Maybe…

Oh, who are you lying, of course you did!

But you’re not sure he even noticed your presence; let alone your gift on Valentine’s Day. After all, he’s one of the most popular students in the whole school.

You’re talking about Geto Suguru, of course—what you’d consider to be your first crush, the first man that you’ve ever felt these growing feelings for; and with enough luck, maybe even your first love.

He was just… oh, so dreamy. Good looking, but most of all, charming. It’s a mystery how someone like him got along with Satoru at all! Maybe it was some kind of opposites attract type of situation?

Who knows.

Either way, you won’t deny that getting a chance of becoming Suguru’s special someone was equally wonderful, which you hoped would’ve increased with the chocolate you gave him exactly one month ago.

If fate desired so… then today, you’ll get your answer.

And whether you’ve caught someone else’s eye, as well?

You don’t try to get your hopes too high when it comes to that, since you’ve only been here for a few months—not enough time for anyone to develop feelings and pursue you, you know?

Geto was different though, since you’ve known him way before you even considered entering jujutsu high, due to him being your sister’s and Satoru’s (a childhood friend) classmate.

So yeah, you don’t expect much from anyone else this day, outside of… maybe a card here and there, or some sweets from the people that always bring something for the whole class just so they won’t feel excluded—sensei’s included.

And so, when classes begin, you keep reassuring yourself with the following statement Mei Mei’s Cupid Mail Service (or whatever it’s called, with a charge of course) begins to roll in: You were new, not that well known even with your sibling’s popularity, single, but most importantly, that most of the things sent through that service were for the popular kids—or so Hinata theorized.

A great excuse that would’ve kept your sanity intact…  had no one else gotten anything.

The ones that didn’t voice their plans, that is, the single ones—and even then, those with a partner still managed to get heartfelt confessions from those daring enough.

«It’s just… well, luck! I think… Besides, don’t they always say that people in relationships are more popular than those that are single? I would never do something like that!» It’s what you tell yourself when seeing one of your classmates, who has a boyfriend, get a rose from the same Cupid Mail Service—and as seen from her rection, not from him. «Yeah… that must be it.»

But your anguish would only deepen when the day went on by and the gifts didn’t stop.

By that point, your sister had gotten a bouquet of roses, amongst some boxes of chocolate she didn’t bother to care for, unless they had come from Yuki-senpai.

Your brother was seen with a large teddy bear but given the grin on his face and the direction he was heading; it was clear this was a gift for his girlfriend.

Gojo and Geto getting gifts even on the day they’re not supposed to doesn’t surprise you anymore—in fact, every day seemed like a holiday to them, so you just ignored them.

Nanami was a heartthrob you did not expect to see flourish, since he mostly kept to himself, but there’s always something alluring about the mysterious, cool characters—you more than anyone else would know that.

However, none of these situations were to be the worst ones yet.

Not to discredit the poor guy, you appreciate him as the excellent classmate he is…

But even Ijichi got a gift!! Like, come on!!

Statistically someone must’ve sent you one thing at least! You’re not even asking to be appreciated by your beauty or anything, it could’ve been just because they thought you were funny or something! A great friend!

Yet, it was not meant to be.

And by the end of the school day, reality slowly began to sink into your mind—accepting that perhaps you were not as likeable as you once believed… and unfortunately, that is something that wouldn’t change, not even if you’d been here since the school was founded.

Not desiring to be seen crying your poor heart out when your feelings are finally pushed to the edge once the last bell rings, you decide to head straight back to the dorms after quickly gathering your utensils, curtly bidding everyone farewells and wishes for an enjoyable evening out, and heading out the classroom—just before you could hear any more of their whispers noting how you didn’t get anything.

Thinking that if you hurried enough, you’d be able to get to your room before anyone noticed the tears already sliding down your cheeks—but alas, there’s always someone in the wrong place at the wrong time, and just as you were to turn around the corner and leave the school building, Mei Mei calls you.

“Off to meet someone in your room? How indecent.” she snickers, noting your unusual adrenaline when traveling across the hallways. At least for someone she knew hadn’t gotten anything planned for the day. “Back in my day, we’d try to do it off campus. But if you want, I know a room—"

“That’s not—I’m not in the mood, Mei Mei.” You murmur, not bothering to turn around to face her while doing your best to hide a sniffle. “I have work to do.”

“I’m sure you do, Y/N.” she says, taking a step closer to you.

“If it’s to get me to spend money on your delivery system, I’m not interested.” You frown. “Why don’t you go ask Hinata? I’m sure she’ll be more than happy to spend all her allowance in things for Yuki-senpai…”

“Already done that—And I got to say, Hinata really is one of my best clients when it comes to it. After Satoru, of course.” She snickers—Gojo has become kind of her personal ATM at this point, he just made it too easy! You remain quiet. “Either way, I’m here for something else. Something relating to you, actually.”

Well, if this day wasn’t odd enough already.

“…What do you want?” you cautioned.

“I got a gift for you—from Cupid himself.”

“What?!” you gasp, sharply turning around to verify her words, dropping your books and breath hitching upon seeing the enormous size of the gift she held in her arms, and all that contained:

A basket filled with all kinds of chocolate, local and foreign, alongside an immeasurable number of roses that almost managed to hide the core: a red teddy bear holding a heart of the same color with the words love stitched onto it.

After being deprived of this attention for hours, it almost felt surreal to suddenly obtain all that you wanted—And not to brag, but this also had to be the biggest gift you’ve seen at school that day!

You genuinely didn’t believe your eyes… and yet, there was still more to come.

And all for you.

“—while the rest are to be delivered to your dorm.” Mei Mei says as a group of her… lackeys, (wait, is that her brother?) brought along more and more gifts—from plushies of your favorite characters, your favorite flowers, and jewelry… to the most surprising piece of all:

Boxes of mochi, of your favorite flavor, taro.

Whoever sent these gestures knew you in somewhat of a personal level, thus, you naturally had to ask—

“Who sent them?” you breathe, unable to hide your excitement at that point; could it be…?

“A secret admirer.” Is all that Mei Mei reveals. “Perhaps.”

“Aw, come on! I mean—you have to know, right?? You’re the one in charge of this!”

“I do… but my services don’t go beyond that.” She smiles—hinting wanting more.

But you suppose that for something as sweet as this, to keep the identity of your unknown aficionado would only be fitting. Partially.

“Could you at least give me a hint?”

Mei Mei only laughs, and you get the idea that it was because of your naivety when it comes to her methods.

And it was, in its majority.

But it was also because she couldn’t believe you didn’t know already!

Of course, this was nothing but obvious for someone who has made it as her personal mission to find dirt on just about anyone she can squeeze out a few yen from.

Especially from big targets like him.

But given the way he behaves around you, and the things he did today, just for your attention how come you hadn’t noticed that the heir of the Zen’in, Naoya…

Likes you?

I don't know if other schools do things like that, but mine did. And I used it once. And I never got a reply. YIKES. But I don't blame him though, that letter was wack lmao. I was only 16 😭 please be merciful.

Anyways, I hope you liked this first part :3 Keep an eye for the second one 👀👀👀

Take care, and hope to see you soon!

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[just-a-bit-of-a-nerd]

Baby Umbrella 1

AN: Part one to the new series!!! Hope you enjoy, for a quick backstory look at my latest post :).

Summary: You decorate the house with your uncles.

I woke up to someone yelling my name

“Y/N GET DOWN HERE IT'S TIME FOR BREAKFAST!” I heard my dad yell and I groaned.

“Coming!” I shout back as I get outta bed and walk down stairs to the kitchen.

As I walk in my dad ruffles my hair, “Morning night owl,” he says as he walks by.

“Morning Batman,” I reply, making uncle Five chuckle knowing where I got the nickname. He was sitting down reading a news paper with coffee in his hands. 

Boomer.

“Good Morning Sugarplum,” I hear my uncle Klaus say from behind me while he wraps his arms around my back giving me a hug, I smile at the nickname. 

Sugarplum, he gave it to me when I was five while we were reading ‘The Night before Christmas’ one year. I asked him what sugarplums were and he said they were just like me. So he’s called me that ever since.

I sit down at the table and Grace gives me my plate as I tell her thank you. Dad then comes to sit next to me.

“So Y/n,” he starts, “we need to talk about getting you into school for the new semester,” he tells me and I groan. Ever since the whole’ the world is ending ’ thing I haven’t been going to school. And there are a lot of reasons for that, one The Academy is outside of my district so when we visited I wasn’t gonna go to school anyway. Then we found out people were trying to kill us and when you have an overprotective father and someone is trying to kill you, that's automatically -8 freedom you get until further notice. Then we time traveled twice and I died. And that made my dad even more protective, which surprises me why he’d let me go to school but whatever. Then after that we had to get settled into this new world and school was the last thing on anyone's mind. But it’s not like that anymore.

“Why can’t I just be homeschooled?” I ask with pleading eyes.

“Because you're too smart for homeschool,” he told me, which is true. Before I always took advanced classes and even uncle Five was impressed, he said there was no way I was a moron's daughter. Which I agreed to but here I am.

“But what if uncle Five was my teacher,” I suggested, “he’s smarter than any teacher out there,” I reasoned.

“Damn right I am,” uncle Five spoke before taking a sip of his coffee.

Dad rolled his eyes and said, “because next year you're going into high school, and if you go to a real middle school you’ll have a better chance at getting the advanced classes we all know you can pass, and then a better chance at getting into a good college,” he explained.

“But what if I don’t wanna go to college?” I questioned.

“You are going to college, you’re too smart not to,” he answered and I rolled my eyes.

“But have you met 8th graders? They’re evil!” I tried.

“Y/n you’re an 8th grader,” he responded.

“And your point?”

“Y/n you’re going to a public school next month, it’s not up for debate or discussion,” he ended the argument and I sighed, cutting my pancake.

“It won’t be that bad kid,” uncle Five said as he folded his newspaper and went to get more coffee, “you’ve faced much worse the past few months.”

“I haven’t faced 8th graders,” I mumble as I take another bite of my pancake.

“Oh Sugarplum you’re overreacting,” my uncle Klaus says as he gets up to go to the fridge, “and if anyone gives you a hard time you know Five would chop their head off.”

“Indeed,” my other uncle confirms as he pours his coffee, making me chuckle.

“Hey guys, what’s the plan for today?” my uncle Viktor asks as he walks in and takes a plate.

“Nothing so far,” my dad answers for everyone, “I have to make some calls to try and get Y/n enrolled for school,” he finishes as I give him a stink eye.

“You're finally getting her in school?” Viktor asks as he sits across from us.

“Sadly,” I answer for my dad and Viktor chuckles.

“How bad could it be Y/n?” he asks and I answer, “Bad, very very very bad.” 

“Oh come on, it can't be that bad right?” my dad asks.

“Oh it very much so can,” I tell him the uncle Klaus comes to sit next to me, Five going to sit next to Viktor with his coffee.

“Come on, what was so bad at your old school?” Fiver asks and I go down the list.

“Four eyes, Nerdarino, Eleven, Suck up, Annie, bookworm, emo, ect, ect,” I explain and that shuts everyone up.

“And what were their names?” Five asks, totally not planning a murder. 

“Doesn’t matter, they won’t be at the new school,” I answer as I eat more of my breakfast. 

“Exactly, it’s a fresh start Y/n, I promise,” my dad tries to comfort me.

“Whatever you say,” I answer ready to change the subject, “so, tomorrow’s Christmas eve,” I say with a smile, “what’s the game plan?”

“What do you mean?” Five asks and I look at him confused.

“What do you mean what do I mean? Aren't we all gonna spend it together, I mean I know none of you really celebrated Christmas as kids but you can now,” I explained.

“Well I did get everyone a little something, and when I say little I mean little,” Viktor started.

“I didn’t mean to exchange gifts,” I went deeper into what I meant, “I mean like, are we gonna play games as a family? Are we gonna prank Luther? Will anyone help me prank my dad?” I ask and dad hits my arm lightly.

“I don’t know,” Five questions, “we’ve never really spent Christmas as an actual happy normal family cause well..we aren’t.”

“But we could pretend,” uncle Klaus claps, “come on it’ll be fun, a Hargreeves family Christmas.”

“I mean I could call Allison and ask her to come over, same with Luther and Solone,” Viktor volunteers.

“Wait, will the Sparrows be here?” Five questions.

“I don’t really think they’d wanna come, I mean Ben might but I doubt it,” I answered. 

“I’ll call Allison and Luther now,” Viktor says as he leaves the room and everyone just continues to eat.

-time skip-

After we ate I got ready for the day and Viktor said Allison and Luther were on their way over. And that Allison was bringing Claire.

Now I was bored in my room with nothing to do. So I do what I always do when I’m bored, I go find uncle Klaus. I checked his room first and there he was also doing nothing.

“Uncle Klaus I’m bored,” I told him as I leaned on the door frame.

“Yeah me too Sugarplum,” he answers as he sits up on his bed, “but I have an idea.”

Uncle Klaus always has an idea, I smile and ask, “what is it?”

He then stands up and walks over to me, “So you know how we’re gonna celebrate Christmas for real this year?” he asks and I nod. 

“Well there are no decorations anywhere, not even a tree!” he exclaims.

“Okay?” I ask.

“No Y/n, not okay, if we’re gonna have a fun family Christmas we NEED decor,” he explains and I nod.

“Yeah we do, but you have no money so where are we gonna get decor?” I asked him and he smiled.

“We don’t have money but,” he turns to one of his jackets on the floor and pulls out a credit card, “dear old Reggie does,” he finishes holding up the card and I gasp.

“How did you get this?” I ask as I take the card from him.

“It was his I’m sorry gift for killing me about 37 times,” he answers proudly and I look at him confused.

“He said sorry?” you asked and Klaus nodded.

“Technically I told him he should do that because I knew he wouldn’t have thought of it, but I still got it,” he smiles.

“Awesome lets go,” I answer and turn to the door but then I’m met with uncle Five leaning on the wall watching us.

“Go where?” he asks as I jump.

“How long have you been there?” I asks putting my hand over my beating heart that almost dropped out of my fucking ass. 

“Long enough to know that you're taking Reggie’s money somewhere so where are you going,” he asks again with crossed arms. 

“To get Christmas stuff to decorate the house,” Klaus answers and Five chuckles.

“I’m going to,” he simply answers as he walks out the door. Me and Klaus quickly follow.

“Why?” I ask with genuine curiosity. 

“Because if you think I’m gonna let that drunk drive you all by yourself then you're delirious,” he answers pointing at Klaus, who then dramatically gasps.

“I’ll have you know young man that I haven’t had one beer all day,” Klaus shares with a hand to his chest.

“That’s believable,” I comment sarcastically, “Also shotgun!” I called out.

“What! No!” Klaus protests.

“You didn’t call it buddy,” Five chuckles as he walks to the door, me following close behind.

We get in the car and I take the front while Klaus grumply gets in the back. I then text my dad where I’m going because his overprotective ass has a heart-attack every time I’m outta sight for 2 minutes. He simply texts back ‘ok stay safe’.

We decided to go to Walmart but the drive there was hell. Five’s old ass wanted to listen to The Beatles and I rightfully declined that offer, which led him into going on a rant about how music these days is absolute trash and kids are wild.

Like I said, boomer.

In the end we agreed on Elvis Presely and Michael Jackson and when we pulled into the parking lot Beat it was playing on the radio. We all got out and entered the store and I went to pick up a cart. 

“Okay what do we wanna start with?” I asked as we walked around.

“The tree!” Klaus excitedly suggested and we made our way to the trees.

After picking one of those we went to the reefs.

There were two different ones we liked, one blue and one red.

“I think we should get the blue one, it’s prettiest,” Klaus decided.

“No, we should get the red, yeah blue looks nicer but red goes better with the houses overall look,” Five argued.

“Well not everything has to match Five,” Klaus pushed.

“It’d be weird to have all these red and green decorations and then a random blue one!” Five spoke, his voice getting a bit louder.

“Well sometimes you need a little randomness!” Klaus shouted back.

“I thought you wanted a normal Christmas moron,” Five insulted, “We should stick to the color theme!” 

“When did we choose a color theme!?” Klaus shouted.

“THE TREE HAS RED LIGHTS ON IT IDIOT,” Five shouted and people started looking at us.

“Guys we should calm down-”

“WELL WE CAN STILL USE BLUE DECORATIONS FOR IT,” Klaus cuts me off by shouting back.

“DO YOU KNOW HOW STUPID THAT TREE WOULD LOOK IF WE USED BLUE DECORATION?,” Five yelled back.

“WELL NO MATTER HOW STUPID THE TREE LOOKS IT’LL STILL LOOK BETTER THAN YOUR TINY ASS-”

We got both of them.

Klaus also found these weird Santa heads to hang on the tree, he said they’d add the perfect touch. After that we got red decorations for the tree and some more things to add final touches then we drove home. 

And I got shotgun again.

Once we got home we unloaded everything with my power then got to work. 

We hung the red reef on the front door and Klaus took his blue one to hang it in his room, claiming Five didn’t deserve to see its beauty. 

Five just rolled his eyes at the comment.

We then put some tensile around the railings of the stairs and hung lights everywhere. 

Klaus also found mini Christmas trees and scattered them around the house. We also put a ton of random lights everywhere. 

And I got them to buy an elf on the shelf. 

Her name is Twinkle-toes.

Then it was time to set up the tree and we decided to put it where Five’s picture used to be. It’s just an empty wall now.

We started to set it up and once we had the tree up we started to decorate it. 

“This is fun,” Klaus spoke through the concentrated silence.

“Yeah it was,” I agree, “but I feel like we’re missing something…”

“What?” Five asks as he hangs up another ornament.

“Wait here I’ll be right back,” I say before I run up to grab my speaker and find the song I was looking for.

‘I don’t want a lot for Christmas’

“Oh good lord no,” Five complains as I dance into the room, Klaus joining me.

Klaus starts to sing off key, “I Don’T cArE AboUt ThE prEseNtS, UndErnEtH tHe ChRisTmaS trEe”

“I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know,” I sing back laughing.

“MakE mY wIsH ComE trUeEeeEEEEEeEeEee,” Klaus sings.

“All I Want For Christmasssssss isssssss Yoooooouuuuuu,” we sing together as we point at Five, who's hiding back a smile. 

Me and Klaus have a dance party while Five watches judging us.

“Make my wish come true! ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU!” at this point we’re not even singing, just shouting the lyrics. 

“What are yo-,” my dad cuts himself off when he sees the Christmas tree, “what are you doing?” he asks over the music.

“Decorating and dance party,” I answered while dancing, “Wanna join?”

“Yeah why not,” he answers as he jumps in and starts to dance with us, Five still judging.

“Come on Five!” I shout then take his hand.

“No Y/n,” Five says, trying to get away.

“Yes Y/n,” I say back and he rolls his eyes but does start dancing with everyone. 

Viktor then comes down to see what's happening. Once he finds everyone all he does is smile.

I see him watching and I wave him over, him immediately joining in.

As we all dance Allison, Claire, Luther, and Solone walk in seeing everyone having a dance party. 

“What is this?” she asks Luther and he just shrugs his shoulders.

Without a second thought Claire joins in and Allison, Luther, and Solone join too close behind her.

Now everyone is dancing together and shouting the lyrics to this Christmas classic.

“BABY ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSS ISSSSSSSSS YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU”

To say it was out of control was an understatement. Once the song was over everyone welcomed the guests and finished decorating the tree. 

“Okay time for the star,” Klaus says, picking up the silver star.

“Why is it silver? The gold went better with the tree,” Five asked.

“Shut up boomer no one asked you,” Klaus simply said as he went up to Luther and bowed before him, handing him the star, “gorilla glue, would you do the honors?” 

Luther rolled his eyes but took the star anyway, placing it on top of the tree carefully. 

He then backed away and everyone admired the final product.

“It’s perfect!” Claire giggled as Allison rubbed her back.

“It’d be better if the star was golden,” Five mumbled.

“No it wouldn’t,” Klaus whispered.

“Yes it would,” Five answered back.

“Nah, it really wouldn’t,” Klaus kept whispering.

“Yeah, it really woul-”

“Okay shut up,” Diego cut Five off.

“I’m gonna go to my room and unpack our stuff,” Allison spoke up, “Come on love,” she smiled looking down at Claire, who followed right behind.

“Us too,” Luther added as he grabbed Solone’s waist and walked away.

“Okay well I guess we better clean up,” uncle Viktor said ans everyone agreed.

Once we were done my dad sent me to bed cause it was late. I got changed into my pjs and was about to get to sleep when I heard someone knock and open the door.

“If your just gonna walk in without an answer why knock,” I ask as I turn to see my dad.

“Because I’m gonna walk in no matter what answer you give me,” he answers.

“Need something Tarzan?” I ask as I sit on my bed.

“I called a local school, and on the 30th your gonna take a tour,” he starts, “ you’ve already been enrolled and you’ll start on the 3rd, same day everyone else gets back.”

“Oh my god really?” I ask as I fall back on my bed and cover my face with my hands.

“Hey look,” my dad says as he walks over to sit next to me, “I know your old school was shit but I’ve looked into this and tons of kids love it there,” he explains, “like I said this morning, a fresh start. And I know you’ll make at least one friend.”

“And if I don’t?” you question.

“Then I buy you boba every morning you don’t have one,” he bribes, and it works.

I immediately perk up, “Really?” I ask.

“Really, I promise.”

“Yes,” I mentally celebrate as dad laughs. 

“See ya tomorrow tiger,” Diego says as he kisses my forehead and stands up, “get some sleep, I love you.”

“Love you too dad,” I reply as he walks out.

Diego smiles and turns the lights off. I then get comfortable and fall asleep.   

#tua x reader #tua x you #tua x y/n #the umbrella academy #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #viktor hargreeves

[lenniharrisonsims]

Behind The Scenes...

Sheppard's Cottage, Henford-on-Bagley, 11:29am

Allinah: Is it always so cold here?

Malie: ‘fraid so, Linah.

Allinah: I don’t like it…

Malie: It took me a while to get used to it too, but eventually you acclimate. 

Lilah: Well we won’t need to get used to it, all of us will be back home before too long.

Kona: (to Allinah) And we’ll have a big party to celebrate!

Malie: I’ll come home to celebrate our victory, when that happens, but I’ll have to come back here after.

Lilah: Why?

Malie: What do you mean why? I have school, I intend to finish.

Kona: Couldn’t you go to University in Sulani?

Lilah: Of course she could. That was always our plan anyways. I sent you to this mainland school to learn from other cultures, and because it’s what Stefano wanted-

Kona: Bastard-

Lilah: Mother. But the plan was always for you to return to Sulani after you graduated, and go to University there, shadowing me to learn what it takes to be a good Chief. 

Malie: That was your plan, yes, Mama. But then the war happened. I graduated high school and got stuck here, and now I’m enrolled at Britechester and I really like it. I like my classes and my teachers and I like that Beck and I don’t have to do long distance-

Lilah: Of course. It’s not about the war or the school at all. It’s because you want to be near your mainlander boyfriend!

Malie: That’s a bonus, yes, but did you even listen to the other things I said? I like it here.

Lilah: Haven’t you learned what mainlanders are like from the disaster that is your father? From the invasion of the Windenburgians? Why won’t you listen when I say that Beck is bad news!

Malie: In case you’ve forgotten, Mama, it was mainlanders who rescued you from the imprisonment of the Windenburgians, who snuck in on a secret mission to get the three of you out. It was my mainlander relatives, ‘Linah and I’s family from Newcrest, who were there to celebrate my High School graduation. It was the Empress who housed me at her palace this summer until the dorms opened because that’s where Aunt Misha was staying, and she called me family. It was the Empress and her government who gave us this house to live in until we can get back to Sulani. My father is the most evil man I know, but not every mainlander is exactly like him! You wanted me to learn about other cultures while I was here? Maybe you should too.

Kona: Malie, do not disrespect your mother in this way.

Lilah: No, if that’s how she feels, then that’s how she feels. Is there anything else?

Malie: …. I just wish you wouldn’t let what happened with our father poison you against every other mainlander out there. They’ve done so much for us. I think I’ve had enough family time, I’m going back to my dorm. Goodnight.

#tw: war #ts4 #ts4 simblr #ivanov legacy #ts4 legacy #behind the scenes #chief lilah #queen mother kona #princess malie #princess allinah

[pokenimagines]

Arceus' Mistake Pt. 6

A/N: These are outtakes of everything that happened in Hisui that didn’t fit into the main story. Just little side stories that have some romantic moments. Also hope you know all the Melli hate is 100% Queenie. I wanna punch him too but honestly he’s one of my favorites from the game. Be happy I’m not taking all her suggestions or else this entire fic would be Melli hate. You’re welcome.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Extras: Part 7

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Pre-Hisui -

Shuffle

“Boys…we need to come to terms with something.” You said as soon as you invaded their traveling car. There was a distinct lack of trainers today so you decided it would be the best opportunity to get their attention. The twins both turned to you curiously.

“And what is that?” Emmet hummed, coming closer to you and bending down. His face was right in yours with a smile plastered on his face.

“We can’t dance.” You stated it as a fact, catching both boys off guard. “Let me elaborate. When we get black out drunk, you two do the sprinkler while I do the tina twerk…something needs to change.” your cheeks were a bit flush.

In truth, your dear friend Skyla had shown you a video she took of you guys last time you were bar hopping and it was…mortifying to say the least.

“We aren’t that bad…” Ingo tried to reason but you shook your head. You pulled out your phone and played the video. Both boys were silent as they watched in horror. Once it finished, Emmet broke out into a fit of awkward giggles.

“Perhaps we are.” Emmet finally concluded and you nodded your head.

“We are…so I’ve enrolled us in private and…confidential classes. Shuffling classes actually.” You announced. “There’s also another class we’re going to take in a few months for pole dancing.” You looked at Ingo, “As well as club moves…like twerking. We won’t be made fools again.” a blatant lie.

“You’ve…enrolled us in classes.” Ingo confirmed with you. You nodded happily, proud of yourself.

“It’ll be every Saturday and Sunday evening for the next few months. Until then we need to be moderately sober. It’s gonna be a surprise.” You said, moving a finger in front of your mouth.

Being the Champion of a region meant all your personal info was always leaked. Finding a personal dance trainer was a nightmare, but you managed. 

Without much complaint, the boys agreed to your little plan. It took a solid four months before the instructor told you guys that you were good enough to rock and roll. Of course you guys constantly partied at home and tested out moves and practiced, so it was all through hard work and drinking.

Then it was time to shine. As per usual, Ingo said he wouldn’t get drunk and was the first one to fail at sobriety. You soon followed alongside Emmet. Poor Elesa and Skyla, who had accompanied you guys, were worried.

They knew your history of dancing and they knew that’s all you guys seemed to wanna do when drunk. So they tried to keep you seated at the booth with them when the three of you started to get up. The beginning of Party Rock Anthem was coming through the speakers and you knew what you had to do.

To say both girls were flabbergasted at how their friends with six left feet managed to shuffle to a song was an understatement. They honestly couldn’t believe a single thing they were seeing and they were for the most part still sober.

To say you succeeded in your plans was a given. You guys finally didn’t look like embarrassing buffoons when on the dance floor. Just drunk buffoons.

Shuffle Aftermath

The day was already bad with your massive hangover. You were doing work with the league today and taking on one or two challengers that wanted to test their strength. Your head absolutely killing you so when you saw Burgh come into the challenge room, you were annoyed.

Not that Burgh was a bad person. In fact if it weren’t for your immature actions when you partied, you might’ve been friends. He just didn’t approve of how you just threw away all responsibility when you partied with your boys. He had known the previous champion, Alder, very well and thought that’s how a Champion should act. Not partying it up with the Subway Twins every weekend with some gym leaders.

He didn’t think it was bad to have fun, but you guys always went overboard. It was always his worst nightmare when you guys were having the end of the season party when you guys got smashed at the after party reserved for leaders and well known trainers.

One time you had almost gotten sick on his designer shoes and he hadn’t forgiven you ever since. Still, he didn’t hate you. He had some respect for you as a trainer. When you were in Champion mode, you were a different human being entirely. You radiated confidence when battling someone and had a loud and clear voice, always commanding, when in Champion Mode. So he didn’t hate you…but that didn’t make him not want to get back at you for all the shenanigans you had dragged him and the other leaders into over the years.

So when he happened to be at a club one night and spotted you three, alongside Elesa and Skyla, he knew something stupid was going to happen. He was impressed by your moves, sure. He had never seen you guys actually do anything other than embarrass yourselves, so he was relieved you actually looked cool for once in your life.

He even recorded it, saving it on his phone to show you later. And that was today as he walked in with a calm smile and waved to you.

“Good evening, Champion. I was wondering if I could have a moment of your time.” He began, walking through the arena.

“You aren’t here to battle today?” You asked, putting the pokeball you held in your hand back on your belt. Normally the gym leaders stopped by for friendly battles to help improve them and keep you sharp. You had just assumed this is what Burgh was doing today.

“Perhaps another day, I have other business with you today.” This made you nervous as he walked over to you. He was standing in front of you now and you now noticed his phone in his hand. He was waving it lazily at you before placing it in your hand.

You took the phone and it had a video loaded up on it. You eyed him suspiciously before clicking the play button. You were surprised when you saw you, Ingo, and Emmet all dancing together. You were totally in sync to the music and one another, and seemed to be having a blast. It was clear you guys were all drunk in the video, but it was still impressive.

“Okay…so you were at the club last night?” You concluded, not understanding what he was getting at.

“You three need to be more careful. It might be a more exclusive club, but anyone could record you guys and ruin your reputation.” Burgh said and you rolled your eyes. Not this shit again. He was almost as bad as your public image manager. Always getting on you about not having fun and being a boring 9-5 adult.

“Listen Burgh, I understand the concern but it wasn’t even that bad. Besides, I was having fun with my boys. If someone posted that, I wouldn’t care. It looks awesome and we don’t seem too out of it there.” You shrugged, going to hand him the phone.

That’s when his smile spread and he nodded at the phone. “Are you sure? You might want to scroll some.” He said. Now you knew this was going to be unpleasant. You gave in and began scrolling through and your face went pale.

At first it was the image after the dance, where you guys were embarrassingly out of breath on the sidelines. You were leaning on Emmet and he was on the wall, trying to catch your breaths. Ingo was sitting on the floor, slumped over with a hand over his mouth.

The next photo was Ingo getting sick and you quickly scrolled past it, being grossed out. Ya, you’d have to throw that shirt out if he still owned it. Hopefully you three didn’t just toss it into the laundry basket last night, but it was a good chance it was.

The next photo was the most hilarious one though. It was Ingo with his head on the porcelain toilet seat, his eyes closed and he looked pale with his hair a mess. Holding his long hair fringes out of the way was Emmet who was turned and smiling at the camera. Next to Emmet was you, putting up a peace sign while holding a bottle of water and a bored face. One of the boy's ties was wrapped around your head and you looked at the solid part of the drunk.

“Okay…I understand your concern better now.” You said as you looked over at him.

“I’m sure you do. I’ll be sending this to your manager so he knows what you’ve been up to.” Your face somehow went even paler.

“Please don’t. He’s gonna chew me out.” You begged Burgh. Burgh, still being a softie at heart and really did have your best interest in mind, sighed.

“Fine…but don’t let it happen again. Anyone could’ve walked in.” Burgh said as he ruffled your hair.

“We’ll be more careful.” translated in your head to ‘We’ll only drink like this at home’. Still, it was a start. You’d try to be a bit more responsible.

Sadly this was soon proven wrong about three months later at another after party. Burgh didn’t understand how someone could let loose to your extent but he assumed you really were young only once. You’d hopefully mellow out with age…hopefully was the key word.

Hisui -

And There Was One Bed

 Akari and Rei, in their defense, did apologize as soon as they realized what your accommodations would be. Nobody in Hisui knew about how close you and Emmet really were, so the twins did feel bad for setting you guys in the same home. Akari had even offered to let Emmet stay with Rei since there was only one home available, just so you’d be more comfortable.

For obvious reasons, you declined. You and Emmet had been living together for years, alongside Ingo. It was natural to wake up to one another. Hell, you guys shared a double king sized bed (had to double up since someone’s Galvantula enjoyed staying in the bed as well).

The only issue with the new accommodations was the fact that there was a single futon in the room. A single one made for a single person. You and Emmet would have to literally squeeze together to fit, and in the midst of summer, that was no fun.

Thankfully, Cyllene managed to find a spare bed and that worked for the two of you for a while. All until a singular incident that left you with one bed…again.

“Your Luxray killed it.” Emmet said, looking at the charred and almost ashen futon. You looked between Emmet and your clearly agitated Luxray.

“Well you did wake him from his nap, Emmie.” You pointed out. Luxray had been relaxing on Emmet’s futon while you were curled on yours, playing whatever apps survived on your arc phone. Emmet had tried waking up Luxray so he could relax on his own bed, and your poor baby wasn’t having it. One Thunder Wave being misplaced later, and the bed was in shambles.

“It was on my bed.” Emmet pointed out and you shrugged.

“You woke him.” You shot back and Emmet groaned. You chuckled as you rolled over onto your back, still staring at your phone screen. Damn you missed social media with a burning passion.

“Where am I going to sleep tonight? Construction corps is closed. I cannot get another bed.” Emmet whined, knowing it would get him nowhere.

“The window had a large enough area that you could fit on it and sleep there.” You pointed out, glancing over at him. He had a cute pout on his lips and clearly he wasn’t enjoying the idea.

“How about we share? Like we always did?” Emmet suggested and you groaned.

“Emmet, you know I adore being in your arms. I feel safe there; all snuggled up. But we are in ancient Hisui during the summertime and we have no A/C. It was way too hot to be cuddling.” You grimaced at the thought of it.

“Come on, I’m cold naturally. I can cool you down.” Emmet said, sneaking closer to you.

“You’d heat up so fast, cuddle up with me and then we’re both going to suffer. We’ll get you a new bed tomorrow.” You offered. Hell, if he wanted you would grab one of your bedrolls from the camping supplies and he could rest in that.

“Hm, no. I am Emmet! I say we cuddle!” Before you could deny his request he was already curling up into you. His arms enveloped your waist as he pulled you closer to his body, and his head nuzzled up against your neck. He was a little on the cooler side, and judging by how you both were lacking many layers of clothes, it wasn’t horrible. You knew that would soon change and you really didn’t want to fall asleep covered in sweat.

“Emmet!” You groaned, trying to unlatch him. The man just laughed, going over and kissing your neck and peppering them over to your cheeks. Your face felt hot as he pecked your lips before curling back into you. Your legs were entwined with his own, making your range of movement minimal. The bastard totally did that on purpose.

“We are one.” He joked and you sighed. He was already feeling warmer and you knew the worst was to come.

“Emmet, I’m serious. It’s too hot.” You chimed in and he shrugged.

“Then we will be hot together.” 

“Bastard…”

#Insulted

Melli didn’t even realize the danger he was in when he uttered the words he did. In fact, he didn’t even realize what he had said could be considered insulting. Still, he said it. He said that Ingo looked like a ratty old man. How he didn’t think it was insulting was beyond you, but he said those fighting words.

To say all hell broke loose at the Wallflower was an understatement. You had risen from your seat and lunged at the not-so-poor man and he screeched. You had your nails out and everything. If it hadn’t been for Adaman looping his arms around your armpits and yanking you back, Melli probably would’ve lost a few chunks of hair.

Sadly Adaman was not prepared for you to knock your head back into his chin, startling him momentarily. Kamado, who had been around for a meeting, was quick to grab one arm while Beni held the other. Adaman had to restrain your legs while Melli was backed into a corner.

Granted…this had been building up. This wasn’t just you flying off the handle. The entire time you guys had known Melli, he had been making jabs at the three of you. Belittling you in every way possible. You could handle someone being a dick to you, you didn’t care. Be a dick to Emmet or Ingo? It was on sight.

“Let me at that sock headed fucker!” You shouted, trying to fight the men restraining you. Sadly one was a samurai and the other a ninja, so you weren’t having the best of luck. Emmet, who had gone to your home to grab some things, stumbled in on the situation and paused.

“I am verrrrrrrry confused.” Emmet said, looking between you and Melli. You had a death glare on your face as he was just getting on your last nerve. Melli had the audacity to act scared and even shocked that his words had consequences.

Perhaps in another life he’d learn to be nicer. He should probably also thank everyone holding you down right now because you would’ve kicked his ass into next week.

As stated before…this had been building for a while. And you just knew it had been going on far longer for Ingo. With the way he actually seemed to accept the verbal abuse was a testament. He even looked down at his lap at the comment and you refused to let someone you loved and adored feel less than equal to anyone.

“I uh…Melli said something that set them off.” Ingo said, looking between you and Melli. He was, on one hand, happy to have someone ready to attack someone on his behalf. On the other hand he knew it was unprofessional. Sure you had saved Lord Electrode and all the other nobles, but it didn’t mean it was alright for you to attack one of the Diamond Clan Wardens. Relationships were still a bit rocky between the village and clan members.

“Shall I attack as well?” Emmet said, turning to you. You were about to nod when Kamado put you in a headlock so you couldn’t.

“Please don’t.” Ingo said and Emmet nodded before walking over to you. You were foaming at the mouth practically. He hadn’t seen you this riled up in a while, but Emmet assumed it was your attachment to Ingo after finally getting him back and the stress of it all finally seeping into you.

“Let them go.” Emmet said, looking at the three strong men having to hold you down.

“I, um no offense Emmet, but I don’t think that would be the best thing for my Warden.” Adaman said as he grunted at your kicking legs, almost hitting him in the groan.

“Trust me.” Emmet said and the three men looked between one another. They finally let you go and Emmet was quick to scoop you up and pat your head. 

“There, there. We can get him back in some other way later. It’s okay.” He cooed as if you were a small pokemon.

“He keeps being mean to Ingo though.” You whined, calming down a bit at being in his arms instead of random men.

“We will deal with it later. Let��s get you home in some blankets and scroll through your Arc Phone mindlessly. I’ll bring snacks and Ingo along.” Emmet said, being the strange voice of reason for once.

“Promise?” You asked him, raising a pinkie. Emmet hooked your pinkie in his and nodded. The group watched as you both walked off. Melli was the first to speak once you were well out of earshot.

“W-what was that?” he squeaked, his face going a bit red. He had never seen someone act like a wild pokemon before, let alone someone having the audacity to attack him in front of so many people.

“It would appear that that’s the power that can take on a noble pokemon.” Adaman said, scratching the back of his head. He was a bit impressed, but maybe he should talk to his Warden. Surely more had been going on between Melli’s comments and those three that needed to be addressed. Adaman always knew Melli’s attitude would get him in trouble one day, he just didn’t expect it to be like this.

“No wonder they have no fear against wild pokemon…they basically are one.” Beni scoffed, not liking you but having a newfound respect for your strength.

“Melli…perhaps we should talk about the comments you keep making towards Warden Ingo though.” Adaman said and Ingo looked away from the group.

“I should…go with them.” Ingo said, excusing himself. Melli swallowed a lump in his throat, still absolutely flustered. Still, for some reason he couldn’t get the image out of his mind. It reminded him a lot of Lord Electrode when he was battling an enemy. Vicious and powerful, ready to defend what belongs to him. The image was burned and he knew he’d be thinking about it at the worst of times.

“Ya…maybe.” Melli said, trying to regain his composure. As long as you didn’t see the effect you had on him, he was fine.

Reunion Night

“You’re spending the night in the village?!” You and Emmet yelled as you both got closer to Ingo’s face. The poor warden didn’t know what to do, looking away for a moment to debate what he wanted to say.

“Yes, I was planning on staying at the dojo tonight since it’s rather late to head back to the Highlands.” Ingo said, covering part of his face with his hat. You and Emmet were basically vibrating in excitement at the thought. You had been reunited for a while now, but he always went back to Lady Sneasler at the end of the day so you never got a sleepover. Now that he was staying in the village, there was no way you’d be letting him stay anywhere else but at your home.

“You can stay with us! Please?” You two had tried not to push him out of his comfort zone. He was still getting used to having you two back in his life, even if he didn’t remember. Still, something had to change. You two were desperate just to hug him.

“I…” Ingo said, looking over at Irida who was smiling. Next to her stood Zisu who also had a curious smile on her face.

“I could bring one of the sleep rolls over from the dojo for you.” She offered and Emmet immediately turned to her with bright eyes.

“You have extras? I’d be verrrrrry happy if you lent us two permanent ones.” Emmet said and Zisu chuckled.

“Lent permanent ones?” She murmured before shaking her head, “I’m sure the construction corps will be able to craft us more. Sounds good to me.”

You and Emmet turned to Ingo, clasping one hand each as you swung your arms, “Sleepover!” You two shouted. Ingo fidgeted nervously but decided to just go with it. Just like Zisu said, she brought two beds over and laid them apart from one another.

As soon as your door shut and it was just the three of you, Emmet was immediately shuffling the beds to be lined up one against the other to form a large futon. Ingo mouthed something, trying to stop him, before looking over at you.

“Is this okay?” Ingo asked and you nodded your head happily.

“It’s how we always slept in the past, after all.” You admitted, scratching the back of your head. You looked over at Emmet and a silent agreement was made. You didn’t want to overwhelm Ingo just yet by explaining your relationship.

It was already strange where you guys came from; since Ingo only knew things from Hisui you weren’t sure how he’d react to how things used to be. So for now, you guys would live in ignorant bliss until he was more comfortable around you.

“We’d share a bed?” Ingo asked and you nodded, looking over at Emmet.

“It was verrrrrry comfortable!” Emmet exclaimed as he started to take off his coat and hat, hanging them on your impromptu coat rack.

“If you say so.” Ingo said, starting to take off his coat and hat, placing them next to his brothers. The sight sent your heart soaring, seeing your two boys hanging their stuff next to one another. Ingo placed on the right while Emmet was on the left, like it always was.

You chuckled, quickly taking off all the outer layers of clothes and throwing on your night clothes, a simple white kimono top and some of the comfiest pants you have ever worn.

Ingo looked away as you dressed and soon you were laying in the bed closest to the door, your pokemon team’s pokeballs in arms reach of you. Ingo ended up borrowing a set of Emmet’s nightclothes that you guys may or may not have bought just for Ingo at some point. It was just like yours but in black.

Ingo shifted a bit before laying down on the other end. Emmet laughed as he rolled Ingo to be in the middle so he could be cuddled by the two of you at the same time. Ingo let out a small grunt as he felt your arms curling around one of his, your head resting on the crook of his shoulder and neck.

He laid flat on his back as Emmet rolled next to him, his arm going across Ingo’s chest and reaching your shoulder. It was a bit of an improvement since normally you were in the middle of the cuddle puddle. Still, you guys felt protective of Ingo and wanted to feel him. Make sure he didn’t just slip out in the middle of the night and disappear again.

You guys all curled up and eventually Ingo’s arm that you were clutching raised a bit and he brushed your cheek with the back of his palm. You nuzzled into the touch as he let his hand just lay there, unmoving.

It was comfortable and reminded you that things were going to be alright.

It was almost midday when you guys arose and Ingo, for the first time since coming to Hisui, slept the entire night without nightmares. The physical effects were something to behold.

To say the village was not prepared for the morning after was an understatement. Melli, who had also stayed in the village that night he came back to thank you for saving Lord Electrode, took one look at Ingo and had to do a double take. Even Irida was shocked when she saw one of her wardens looking ten years younger.

The dark circles that used to always be under his eyes were almost faded, as were the stress lines that crossed his face. He still had his neutral expression, but he just looked younger and healthier. 

The icing on the metaphorical cake was probably how his eyes lit up when you and Emmet showed up in his sight, and how he had the slightest upturn of his lips.

Dangle

“I told you, did I not, that I would have my revenge?” You said, looking at your nails. You were currently on one of the highest cliffs in the Coronet Highlands with Lady Sneasler and a very upset blue haired individual.

“You’re insane!” Melli shouted, scared to wiggle in the grasp of Lady Sneasler’s claws. The poor man was being hung upside down by the giant pokemon as you interrogated him. Thankfully Lady Sneasler, just like yourself, was very protective of Ingo. After you had confided in her, the two of you formed this brilliant plan to see just why Melli was such a prick to your beloved Subway Boss.

“Clinically doctors don’t have a word for my condition, actually.” You said, finally paying attention to him. You walked over to the cliff, sitting down and letting your legs dangle off the edge. The boys, if they were there, would’ve no doubt been fussing over your safety at this. Thankfully they were blissfully distracted with Ingo giving Emmet a tour of the Pearl Clan’s village. This just let you, Melli, and Lady Sneasler to do what you needed.

“So, Melli, how long have you been bullying Ingo.” You began asking, getting straight to the point.

“B-bullying?” Melli said, flabbergasted that you’d accuse him of something so childish. You smirked as you nodded.

“Ya, you’ve been mocking him and bringing him down. Where I’m from, it’s called bullying. I saw the way he just accepted what you said. This has been going on for a while. You’re the only two wardens in this area, after all. Nobody else to really talk to.” You said, still fuming. You wouldn’t kill him. You’ve never killed in your life and didn’t want to start now. You just wanted him to be absolutely terrified.

“We rarely even talk, he always keeps to himself like a hermit.” Melli said, crossing his arms as he slowly came to terms he would be forced to dangle there for an unknown period of time.

“He might be on the quieter side when he’s not talking, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t have feelings.” You snapped, standing up and brushing dirt off your pants. “When you did talk, how did it normally go?”

“It was like I was talking to myself.” Melli said, “He has no personality.” You didn’t even need to say anything. The grip on Melli’s ankle no doubt got a bit tighter at that and you laughed.

“He has plenty, he just always gets quiet when he’s around people he dislikes.” You said before shrugging your shoulders. “I guess it doesn’t matter now, the damage has been done.” 

“So you two are going to let me go?” Melli asked, looking over at you with a frown. You seemed to be contemplating it before a grin covered your face.

“I mean sure…we could do that.” You said while looking at Lady Sneasler. Melli swallowed a lump in his throat terrified of what was to come next.

To this day he refuses to admit the high pitched scream he gave off when Lady Sneasler dropped him a centimeter. It was just enough to get him scared and to realize maybe he shouldn’t mess with your loved ones.

The Truth

Ingo, after the first night he spent with you two, had been sleeping over every moment he could. He still had his duties to Lady Sneasler, but at least twice a week she was pushing him to stay with you guys since she could see the vast improvement to his mood.

So it was no surprise when he came in right as you and Emmet finished cooking some dinner. Your kitchen was seldom used, but sometimes you missed modern foods and had to improvise. So tonight you guys were eating some good old pizza bagel bites that you had haphazardly made. They weren’t as good as the ones you guys would buy at this little family run pizzeria, but it was enough.

Ingo sat down with you three, happily taking some of the food. He might not have remembered them, but the taste was familiar enough and he liked them.

“Seriously, it took us hours to figure out how to use that oven. It was a nightmare. Where we came from you just pushed buttons on how hot you wanted it and the time and you were golden.” You said, looking at the ancient stone stove you had at the house. It was small and took you guys too long to actually make any food, but it was worth it.

“I’m sure if you had asked Beni, he’d be of help.” Ingo said and Emmet shook his head vehemently.

“I am Emmet! I know Beni hates us! He hates us verrrrrry much!” Emmet exclaimed and you nodded vigorously, matching his energy.

“He do indeed be a hater.” You said, taking a bite of your food. You looked over at Emmet and noticed he had a piece of cheese on the corner of his mouth and you sighed. You went over and wiped it away for him with one of the various cloths you had around.

Ingo coughed, covering his mouth and looking between the two of you. You looked over at Ingo curiously, wondering why he was fidgeting so awkwardly. He finally sighed and decided to get straight to the point.

“Are you two…a couple by any chance?” Ingo finally asked. You and Emmet froze, looking between one another and then at Ingo. Oh boy…it was time for the talk.

“So um…funny story actually.” You said, chuckling nervously. By Arceus, how would he react to this news. Ingo put up his hands, a bit flustered for a moment as he rapid fire shouted, his voice booming in the small hut.

“I apologize if I’m overstepping. I never meant to be a burden to my brother and his lovely partner! I can stay at the dojo tonight. I apologize for intruding on your dinner.” Ingo said, going to stand up. Emmet was quick to yank his brother down without remorse, Ingo stumbling a bit as he sat back down.

“So I’ve been in a relationship with Emmet for at least eight years now.” You began, Ingo sinking into the zabuton underneath him. “I’ve also been in a relationship with you for…eight years now.” You said, looking off to the side. This caught Ingo off guard as he tried to process.

“You are seeing…both of us?” Ingo said, looking at his brother for confirmation.

“Correct! We have been sharing partners for six years now!” Emmet said without hesitations.

“I don’t know how it is in ancient Hisui, but it’s called a polyamorous relationship. I’m dating you and Emmet. You and Emmet are, for clear reasons, not dating one another. Just me. We kinda do everything together though, including sharing a bed with me in the middle.” You explained. The next part of your relationship was going to be way harder to explain.

“So you are seeing us both…romantically?” Ingo asked, trying to confirm things.

“Romantically you’re the only ones I’m seeing…but do you remember us discussing two women named Elesa and Skyla?” You guys had brought them up pretty often in the past.

“I do recall.” Ingo said, starting to grow more confused.

“So like…okay sometimes we like…have sexual relations with them. Like all five of us. And then sometimes Emmet and I have uh relations with other people together. Normally you don’t join unless you know them very well.” You said, coughing awkwardly into your fist.

“You have to know them verrrrrrry well!” Emmet emphasized the point.

Ingo was shocked as he took all this in. “So something you guys partake in sexual relationships with…random people. You two and then one other person? Then sometimes it's all three of us with our friends?”

“Yes…we’re a very adventurous couple.” You admitted, nodding your head in defeat,

“Also very horny.” Emmet added in, making you bark out a laugh. You ruffled his hair, pushing him off to the side for that comment.

“I never sleep with anyone unless one of you guys are present though, and same with Emmet...well as long as I’m there I should say. At the end of the day though, we’re always in the same bed. Just the three of us…well until you went missing.” You said with a sad smile. “We’ve been…waiting until you were more comfortable around us to explain our odd relationship.”

“It is a lot to take in.” Ingo admitted. He knew you guys weren’t lying to him; every part of him trusted you two with his very being. So clearly he had once been perfectly fine with it. It didn’t shock him too much about sharing a romantic partner with his brother either, since he was always one to share freely as a natural habit. 

“If you don’t want to stay tonight that’s totally fine.” You said, not wanting to push him into any awkward positions.

“We are sorry if you’re uncomfortable.” Emmet said with his smile still plastered on his face. You shoved his shoulder again, making Emmet pout before you both looked at Ingo.

“I…don’t think I mind sharing. It will take some time though, so can we continue as we’ve been for now?” Ingo requested and you perked up.

“Of course Ingo! Anything for you!” You laughed, covering your mouth. “Though behind closed doors do be expecting us to be more affectionate from now on.” You teased. Ingo’s cheeks went scarlet as he coughed into his fist and nodded.

“As long as it’s not…out there then we’re fine.” He said and you shrugged.

“Dude, we’ve kept our relationship a secret for eight years from the media…which is a whole other conversation for another time. For now we need to finish eating then head to bed. I think Laventon has something for me to do early in the morning and I’m so not looking forward to waking up.” You groaned at the thought.

“Good thing we have our alarm clock back! We were doing horribly since you’ve been gone.” Emmet said, slapping his brother’s back.

“Alarm clock?”

“We’ll explain later.” You and Emmet said in unison.

Overcoming Fears

This was nightmare inducing, to say the least. You had no idea what possessed you to do this as you dodged another Dragon’s Breath. The giant, Alpha Garchomp was intimidating and you had no idea if your team would be able to go toe to toe with it. Not to mention you hadn’t told anyone that you were planning on doing this. Emmet knew that you were in the Icelands, but that’s about it.

You managed to narrowly dodge another attack before sending out a Gallade. You were intimidated, yes. Flashbacks to battling Cynthia flew through your head. An angry Garchomp snapping at your ass while you ran around town as well. Still, you needed to do this. You had to do this.

You might’ve come prepared with several pokeballs, but you hadn’t expected to use almost all of them. You chuckled another Ultra ball while simultaneously trying to revive one of your pokemon. You only had two left after the thrashing this motherfucker did. You just had to have him.

The red light blinded you for a moment as it went into the pokeball. Then it shook. Then it clicked. You almost couldn’t believe your luck. You, of all people, managed to catch an Alpha Garchomp. You walked over to the pokeball and let the pokemon out.

It looked down at you with a glare, clearly not happy at being caught. Until you grabbed a berry and handed it to him. After that, the creature was like a little puppy. Garchomp followed you out of its ball through the entire Icelands, sneering at anything that even considered fighting you.

Then you went home, putting Garchomp in its pokeball as you did so. You showed up at the gates and waved off the guards. Then you saw them, over at the training fields together. You all but ran over to your boys, giddy with excitement.

“Ingo! Emmet!” You called out, causing their fight to stop momentarily. They were having a pokemon spar with one another, but your voice always made them get distracted.

“You’re back from your trip, I assume it went well?” Ingo began, adjusting his hat as he recalled his Alakazam. Emmet recalled Goodra as well, walking over to you.

“It went amazingly!” You said, “Guess what I managed to do!” You said, getting excited all over again. This seemed to hype Emmet as he walked closer, trying to see if you were hiding something.

“And what is it?” Emmet questioned. Your grin spread as you called out your new Alpha Garchomp. Both boys were speechless, knowing how terrified you were when explaining it to them. 

Ingo was the first to speak up, going over and playing a hand on your shoulder, “Good job, I’m proud of you.” He said, voice booming loud across the battlefield.

“I’m verrrrrry impressed!” Emmet said next as he got closer to the pokemon. It didn’t seem impressed with them as Garchomp let out a small growl.

“So I was thinking, since this is officially going to be taking the sixth slot in my team…wanna double battle?” You asked, and this got Zisu’s attention.

“Double battle?” She echoed your words and you nodded.

“It’s pretty popular where we’re from, and Ingo and Emmet were known for their team work battling alongside one another.” You explained and Emmet chuckled.

“That’s only because I always had flying types that didn’t get affected by earthquake.” Emmet said and you had to agree. Ingo did love spamming that move and knocking all the opponents on the field.

“I don’t know, I haven’t done a double battle that I can recall.” Ingo said and you hummed. 

“Just choose three of your party and battle alongside Emmet. I have a feeling you’ll get into a rhythm soon enough.” You assured him.

You were so right, and the moment you saw them mirroring one another’s battle pose you squealed. Needless to say, they completely kicked your ass this time around. Oh, how you wouldn’t have it any other way though.

Pavlov’d to the Bell

Honestly it was such a beautiful thing that you had found. A giant, cheshire grin had spread across your lips as you found the small, golden bell. It was just sitting there, near the window from Beni’s food stall. Probably used for when he was busy cooking and didn’t notice a customer had come over.

“Beni?” You called out through the window of the Wallflower. Ever since the time you battled on the mountain, you two had a more reluctant understanding of one another. You didn’t get along, but you were no longer enemies.

Beni came into sight, frowning a bit at seeing it’s you, “Need something?” He asked. It wasn’t your usual mealtimes, and typically you just cooked your own food anyways and avoided the Wallflower if it wasn’t important.

“Could I borrow this bell for the day? I promise I’ll return it.” You asked, waving the bell and hearing a familiar chime. It was just like the one you had back at home and you loved it.

“Is there a reason?” Beni asked, getting closer and taking the bell. He inspected it to make sure you hadn’t done something to it. This actually got a laugh from you at how skeptical he was being, but soon shrugged it off.

“I used to have one of these back home…I was wondering if it might jog Ingo’s memory.” You admitted to him. This seemed to change Beni’s tune a bit. He wasn’t a fan of you or Emmet, but Ingo had always been polite and kind. The stories he heard you share in the past was nothing like the Ingo he knew, and he wanted to keep it that way.

“If you think so, then sure. Just bring it back around tomorrow morning.” Beni said and you nodded in agreement. You grabbed the bell and made your way out of the window. Your first victim to test your theory was actually going to be Emmet.

Emmet had taken to enjoying the sunshine for the way, training by the beach over in the Cobalt Coastlands. You told him you’d be more than happy to join him later, and now was the time. You kept the bell in your bag, a small piece of cloth around the centerpiece so it wouldn’t chime in your bag. You didn’t want to be given away that soon.

Emmet noticed you immediately, smiling and waving. He had just taken down an alpha Spheal in the area and was pretty pumped about it. “About time you got here. I’ve been here so verrrrrrry long!” 

“Yes, yes! Sorry I got held up doing something.” You apologized as you got closer. He was jumping from foot to foot, ready to do something. You both realized how out of shape you were after climbing the stairs of the temple, and planned to do something about that today. Running on the beach was the perfect exercise for endurance.

Emmet nodded, still smiling, “Well, are you ready?” He asked and you nodded.

“Ye, just give me a moment.” You said. Once his back was turned to you, you began digging through your bag and pulled the bell out. You shoved it in your pocket and cleared your throat. It got Emmet’s attention as he turned back, “I’m ready now.”

With that you and Emmet began making your way through the sand. As you both expected, it wasn’t exactly easy. After a few minutes you were panting and it felt like your legs were going to fall right off. Emmet was still going strong and it was then that you decided to use your special ability.

You stopped for a moment, taking the bell out and getting rid of the cloth centerpiece. Then all you did was ring it twice. Emmet stopped where he was, turning back around and picked you up. He placed a kiss on your cheek and began running with you in his arms before he realized what happened.

“Where’d you find your attention bell?” Ah yes, the wonderful attention bell. With how both boys tended to get hyper fixated at both work and battling, they sometimes forgot about giving you some much needed love. That was why the boys, one beautiful Christmas morning, got you this little bell. All you did was ring it and they promised to stop what they were doing and to give you some attention.

That had been the first year of your relationship and you had used it so many times they were almost conditioned. You didn’t use it willy nilly like you just had, so they never found it annoying. By the look on Emmet’s face, he was fully amused.

“Beni had a bell and I asked to borrow it. I wanted to see if Ingo would have the same reaction that he used to, even without his memories.” You explained. Emmet hummed, liking this idea. He still held you close, leaning down and kissing your forehead.

“Well let me know how it goes…should we head back? You’re looking verrrrrry tired.” He noted and you nodded.

Later that evening you made your way to the Coronet Highlands to visit Ingo. His duties as a Warden took him away sometimes, and today was no exception. So you made your way out to visit your beloved subway boss.

Once you arrived, Ingo was quick to ask you to stay at his cabin as he finished everything up for the day. You relaxed inside the little home until the front door finally opened. Ingo looked a bit tired as he took off his hat and coat.

It was then that you decided to ring the familiar bell. Almost immediately Ingo walked over to you, scooped you up into his arms, and sat on his bed. His head rested on top of yours as he rocked you a bit and you couldn’t help but giggle.

He took a moment as he wondered what you found so amusing. You moved your head so you could face him, “Looks like the bell still works.” You commented.

“The bell?” Ingo did recall hearing a bell, but didn’t know what it had to do with this moment. You theme explained the concept and he paused in his rocking before letting out a sigh. “Of course you trained us to give you affection.”

“It was your idea in the first place, mister.” You said, leaning up and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Now come on, let’s keep cuddling. I’ve been deprived.” You cooed.

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[youn9racha]

helo my sweet! how are you lately :3 (i can't emoji because i'm on laptop but anyways) I FORGOT TO TELL YOU DJGNSKDNFS finals ended and i'm free at last (but for like a few weeks only because enrollment for the next semester is starting TT-TT)

but yeah! i got a new phone btw! i'm still using my tablet, but since i finally got a new phone, i'm planning on doing an smau sooooo 0-0

also hhhhhh since i'm free now, i might finally finish that fic i've been working on as a surprise (not a surprise anymore lmao TT-TT) for you! YEY!!! \(>w<)/

but also, the engagement on this platform really is hard ;-; i've published fics and yet i only been getting like and not much comments or tagged reblogs ;-; it's kind of discouraging to look at honestly ;-; i mean i'm thankful for the likes and all, but most of all i want to know the thoughts of the readers about the fics ;-; though i might not reply to some of them (especially since i don't know how to really form a reply sometimes ;-;) i'd actually appreciate how they'd still let me know their thoughts :( i actually thought of giving up tumblr after maybe finishing the series i'm currently working on

but hhhh yeah that's how i feel atm ;w; a bit dizzy/nauseous if we're talking health or physical-wise! since i'm going through my period ;w; but yeah, i've also been going out a bit more than before, trying to get used to travelling since i have really bad motion sickness and i heard we might have a face to face class at the start of the semester (omg i'm sorry i'm rambling again to you ;-;)

HI BESTIEEE !!!!! IM DOING GREAT !!!! ALSO CONGRATS ON FINISHING UP YOUR FINALS !!!!!! ALSO CONGRATS ON THE NEW PHONE !!!!

ik that feeling about the whole engagement thing, especially since i also had a rocky start from when i came back from my hiatus, where i had little to no engagement even after posting like three fics since my return.

it was only my recent felix fic where i started to get more engagement and traction. lino’s was a close second because i had engagement at first but then crashed literally the next day lmfao. but even so, for some reason there has been a rise of blank accounts and just liking posts without givibg their feedbacks 💔 it’s disheartening really, and it really demotivates us.

i have been thinking of leaving as well but idk i kinda like being here despite everything y’know ? but thats just me. although it’d suck to see you leave, but i won’t entirely blame you, all i can say is just think about it before you decide to leave or not.

anyway, while im hyped that you have the free time to write that “surprise” fic, please put your health first and rest when you can. you’ve been through enough health wise its only fair you rest rn. the fic can wait and im not going anywhere anytime soon, so don’t feel rushed and always take care of yourself 🫶🫶

also ramble all you want thats okay !!! im always here to listen (or in this case read lmfao)

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[hieuthong]

ENTRY 2

uneventful week

I’m a rather nosey person you see, so obviously went to look at other peoples blog and I saw some of them introducing themselves. So i figured I should do that too since this is my first time taking this class and maybe Ms Ashley (you!) can get to know me a bit more.

Hi Ms Ashley! I’m Hieu Thong but you can call me Hilton. To be honest, no one really calls me that name, well, in kindergarten for a brief period i had friends who called me that but after that no one did. However, since I getting into University I started introducing myself as Hilton so I slowly got used to it. I am 20 this year (crying because i’m no longer a teen) Back in secondary school i used to take japanese language lessons because my school offered it or rather some of the classes got a choice to choose between taking Mandarin or Japanese. I as someone who HATED mandarin because i was so bad at it, I obviously chose to take Japanese! I also took piano lessons but i only did up till grade 5. For a period of time i was also enrolled into a creative writing class? but to be honest i don’t have any recalls of what i learnt there 😭 I only remember getting forced to write poems which I could not 😭 So hopefully for this 20% poem assignment i am able to cook something up …

WHAT HAPPENED THIS WEEK?!?!

(spoiler!! nothing much)

This week was very uneventful :/ On Monday and Tuesday I went to class like usual. Wednesday however i went out with my secondary school trio! We planned this meet up since TWO YEARS AGO! The first time we planned it, I had finals so i couldn’t go. The second we planned to meet up my other friend had her A-Level finals. The THIRD time we planned the OTHER friend had her finals, so it was never a successful meet up until this week… since my class ended at 10 we could meet up for lunch. My friend drove the both of us out for the first time and let’s just say i’ll offer to drive next time we go out. She road rage so much it was scary 😭😭 We went to a cafe to eat brunch and catch up (spilled tea!!) of things we missed out on in each others lives in the past two years.

On Thursday, we had our first understanding broadcasting class. It was during the lecture that i felt so glad i did not pursue journalism or be part of the news anchor industry. WHY? because i don’t work well under pressure and i don’t like last minute impromptu things :/ Imagine mid reporting and the scripts got messed up and i didn’t prepare any back up plan for it 🥶🥶🥶 I won’t survive for real…

I had to skip my afternoon class because i needed to attend an award presentation for the company mom work at. There were so many people there which i did not expect. We were called up one by one to receive a certificate for getting admit to a University. They also announced the course we’re taking which i then found out that there’s so many people taking medicine related courses? SMART FOR REAL! Can’t be me… i can’t do anything related to science- Last semester i had to take psychology and i’m so SO glad i don’t have to take it anymore 🙏🏻🙏🏻

The rest of the week was nothing much, I went to work on Saturday then ate with my grandparents as an early chinese new year celebration with them since they won’t be around during CNY. On Sunday , me and my mom once again went to do some last minute CNY shopping. She bought these weird looking sugar cane, i think they look a bit like celery 😭 That’s basically how my week went!

—END—

[laughnickel1]

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[min2hoesk]

thursday; may 12, 2022

this is my first entry. i made this blog because keeping a diary is too hard for me. i hate writing stuff down. probably because of college LOL. taking notes by hand is better for retention, but bad on my hands. i finished 25 21 today and it really made me want to start again. i guess it was easier in the 90s when they didn’t have all the technology we had today. it was such a good kdrama, but the ending was very sad imo. i get why they broke up, they had to...still a very bittersweet ending. 

anyways, my life isn’t as interesting as Hee-do’s. she was an olympic fencer and i am just an ordinary college student. but it still seems like a good idea to have some sort of record that i existed. i don’t expect people to read this, it’s for my own personal use at this point. but maybe something i write will help someone, who knows. 

i say i’m a college student, but two weeks from now i’ll be a college graduate actually. i didn’t know i’d get this far 5 years ago but here we are! i actually didn’t think i’d graduate a few days ago...i kind of messed up. i forgot a very important paper and didn’t turn it in. which means i’ll probably fail the class two weeks before graduation. it’s embarrassing. they’ll still let me graduate tho, but i have to make the class up over the summer. that would suck for someone who wasn’t planning on going back to school, but i’m already enrolled during the summer for my graduate degree so it won’t be too bad. 

i think it happened because i took on too many responsibilities this semester. i accepted a job as a limited time employee at my school and then started working 40 hours a week. it was incredibly stressful and i felt like i was drowning a month ago. this paper must have slipped my mind during then. there’s nothing i can do now except hope i will do better next time. i hope if you’re reading this and maybe stressed about school, it shows you that school isn’t so bad and stressing yourself out can be lessened if you think about the cause of your mistake and use that as a lesson. 

when you go out into the real world, they aren’t going to care if you got a C+ in this class or a D in that class or even what your GPA is. as long as you are passing, you will get the thing they want to see. that very VERY expensive piece of paper. and yes, sometimes college might be a scam, but it is going to help me achieve my goal of moving somewhere beautiful and being able to do what i love: teach. 

maybe i’ll write about what it took me to get here some day, but i don’t think that’s necessary now. if you think hearing about that will help you get through college or even just life, let me know. sometimes hearing about how someone else persevered through their own hardships helps you get through yours and see that light at the end of the very dark tunnel. 

i’m not sure if i’ll write every day, nothing can be that interesting. but until then ~

- R

[starryhyuck]

thin ice. (m)

pairing: icehockeyplayer!mark x figureskater!reader

words: 2.6k+

summary: mark lee is the only thing standing in the way of your team’s victory. therefore, fucking him dumb is the best way to defeat him.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: dom!mark, sub!reader, overstimulation, constant fucking, bathroom sex, talks of car blowjobs, sex on the floor, (slight) breeding kink, creampie, hair pulling

disclaimer: i have no idea how figure skating or ice hockey works, i literally fell on my ass when i tried to step on the ice

Thirty seconds.

Thirty seconds left and the money is all yours. You can see it now — the lavish outfits, brand new skates, and even silk hair ties for when you want to play dress up. Mark Lee just has to miss this shot.

“He’s going to fucking make it,” Doyeon hisses in your ear, chewing on her nails in anticipation.

“Shut up!” You push her away and tell her to stop damaging her fingers.

You watch as Mark glides across the ice, almost knocking into Doyoung twice. “Slam him, slam him!” You screech, ignoring the stares of people around you. You simply want to see Mark get wiped out so glory can be within your reach.

You feel your world collapse when the puck hits the net, time stopping in slow motion as the crowd jumps up in pure bliss. Doyeon’s already crying in your shoulder, and you hear the angry shouts of Chaeyoung on your other side.

Mark Lee, you fucking asshole.

—

Since you were five years old, the ice became your home. And no, you didn’t have an awakening and gain powers like Elsa from Frozen. Your mother discovered how much you loved figure skating, even though your brother, Johnny, was a tall, bumbling mess once he stepped in the rink.

Once your talent was discovered, you were enrolled in figure skating classes and spent most of your afternoons gliding around the ice. You were excited to learn that you could possibly do the sport professionally if you practiced hard enough, but nobody told you how difficult the athletics administration could be.

You were scouted for your college because of your talents in figure skating, many believing you would be a great candidate for the Winter Olympics. However, when you arrived to campus, you learned that you would never be the first priority in the athletics budget.

It was a constant battle between figure skating and ice hockey for the money. Most of the funds went to football and basketball anyways, so you didn’t have much to fight for in the first place. The deal made by the athletics department was simple — if the ice hockey team could not carry themselves to a national championship, the rest of their budget would be distributed to your team.

The victory was within reach until Mark Lee scored the winning goal Friday night, making the ice hockey team one step closer to the national title.

You’re currently waiting for them to finish practice, tapping your foot impatiently as you stand besides the opening to the rink. You finally hear the boys finish up, laughing with one another as they exit. Their eyes narrow at the sight of you.

“Don’t you have better things to do?” Ten asks.

You smile. “Nope. Sicheng, we need to talk.”

The captain sighs and follows you until you’re out of earshot. “What is it now?”

You scoff. “You know damn well my team deserves the money more than you do. Worlds is just around the corner and we need the money in order to get there.”

Sicheng laughs at you, still holding his helmet from practice in one hand. “Please. Don’t act like you’re doing this for your team, we both know you’re just wanting to advance for yourself.”

If you could punch Sicheng without facing a lawsuit, your life would be so much easier. You take a step closer to him, ignoring the immediate flush in his cheeks at the proximity.

“I hope your team fails at the next game. I’ll be watching when you do.”

“Stop harassing him.” Mark approaches the scene, pulling his captain’s shoulder and pushing him away from you. “Just face that your team won’t make it. Can’t blame us for your failure.”

You smile sweetly at Mark. He’s been haunted ever since Donghyuck leaked his secret that he used to like you during your freshman year. Mark used to follow you around like a lost puppy, but now, he has no hesitation putting you in place. You know you still have the advantage over him because after all, he can’t deny the way his heart beats when he sees you.

Sicheng observes as you grip onto the fabric of Mark’s uniform, pulling him close until his nose is inches away from yours. Mark gulps at the proximity, not feeling so confident anymore.

“Don’t act like if I dropped to my knees right now, you wouldn’t jump at the chance to stuff my mouth full-”

“Okay!” Sicheng exclaims, pulling the blushing boy to his side. Mark’s cheeks are almost as bright as his uniform. Sicheng glares at you. “We’re going to win on Friday. Then, I’m taking your entire team’s budget.”

You smirk. “Good luck with that.”

—

“I’m not sure this is going to work,” Yeji remarks, watching as Doyeon pulls a tight black dress over your head. You roll your eyes at her comment while Chaeyoung helps you adjust the spaghetti straps of your dress.

“Don’t be so negative,” Seojeong flicks Yeji’s forehead, causing the younger girl to glare at her.

You’re all gathered in Doyeon’s living room, trying to hatch out a plan that Yeji believes is doomed to fail. Tonight was the celebratory party before the game, a dumb idea concocted by Donghyuck on every Thursday night. It goes to show how irresponsible the ice hockey team really is, getting wasted the night before their biggest game. However, tonight works in your favor, because as demonstrated just a few days ago, you still have Mark Lee in your waiting palm. All he needs is a little push away from his teammates and you’ve fully got him. Once the plan is in place, you highly doubt Mark will be able to perform well tomorrow. Considering he’s the team’s best player, taking him down secures a win for the figure skating team.

“Does everyone know their roles?” You check again, eyeing Yeji from her spot on Doyeon’s couch.

She scoffs. “Of course I do.”

“Good,” Chaeyoung nods. “Remember that this isn’t just for us but the future figure skaters for years to come.”

None of you have time to comment on Chaeyoung’s dramatics, already seeing how stressed she is by the way she tugs at her hair frantically trying to apply lip gloss on you. The girls finish getting you all dolled up when Seojeong gets a text.

“Yuta says Mark’s ready,” she announces. You thank the heavens that Yuta was able to get in the ice hockey’s team good graces, none of them expecting the figure skater to be a double agent.

“Let’s get him then,” you grin.

You’re quickly shoved into Yeji’s tiny car and the five of you are off to Donghyuck’s apartment. There’s commotion when you arrive — Sungchan standing on the couch and declaring Sicheng the cutest man alive, Ten giggling with Yangyang by the kitchen counter, Donghyuck’s tongue shoved down a random girl’s throat and Jeno trying to save Mark from choking in the bathroom. Your eyes meet Yuta’s and he winks at you, making sure no one else has seen your arrival. You lean on the doorframe of Donghyuck’s bathroom, smiling at the two of them. Jeno sees you first, urgently patting Mark’s back to save him.

“What’s wrong? Did he see a naked girl or something?”

Mark’s eyes shoot up at the sound of your voice and he gets even more flustered, coughing and choking even more now.

“Why are you here?” Jeno frowns.

You smile and shrug. “To enjoy the show. I can handle Mark from here, Jeno.”

Jeno laughs. “As if I would leave him with you.”

“But Yeji’s waiting in the living room. Are you really going to keep her waiting?”

You smirk at Jeno’s confliction before he finally gives in, leaving Mark and you in the bathroom. You shut the door while Mark recovers, downing a glass of water to help the food go down. “Why are you really here?” He asks once he’s calmed down. He tries not to linger on what you’re wearing, the swell of your breasts tempting him in this close proximity. His gaze flies to the ceiling when your hand wraps around his shoulder, pulling him in closer and letting his fingers rest on your hip.

“What’s wrong, Mark? Scared of a little action?”

“I know what you’re doing,” he hisses. “We’re going to win tomorrow. You can’t stop me.”

You pout. “Is the win really worth it, Mark? Do you want it more than my pussy around your cock?” He grunts lowly, fingers tightening around your waist. You smile. “Or what about your cock shoved down my throat until I can’t breathe? You could easily bend me over the sink and take me any way you want. Doesn’t that sound so much better?”

“Don’t,” he warns you, cord about to snap. “You’re being such a brat.”

He needs one more push. You lean closer to whisper in his ear. “Please, Mark? I want your cum inside me. Need it dripping down my thighs so everyone can see who I belong to.”

He breaks, growling as he pushes you against the sink. You giggle when his lips crash into yours, his hands quickly moving to push up the fabric of your dress. He delivers one slap to your clothed clit and you moan at the sensation.

“Fucking annoying whore,” he scoffs at you. “Look at you. So fucking desperate for money that you would drive all the way here just to take my cock like a good girl. That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to fuck you until you cry?”

You nod frantically, whimpering. “Please please please. I want it so badly.”

He shoves two fingers in your dripping hole and you cry, back arching against the mirror. Mark’s fingers grip your cheeks and he turns you so that you’re looking right at him. You hold his stare when his thumb rubs frantically at your clit, fingers curling inside of you.

“S-So good, so good,” you blubber, eyes rolling back at the pleasure filling your veins.

You whine when he retracts his fingers but he’s quick to drop to his knees, ripping your underwear and flinging it to the side so he has no obstacles in his way. He immediately dives into your pussy, licking and sucking at your folds. You internally curse. You had no idea Mark was this good at eating pussy or you would’ve prepared yourself more. Your fingers tangle in his hair as his lips attach to your clit, abusing the nub by sucking harshly.

The pain throws you into your first orgasm, whimpering loudly as you fall apart around Mark’s tongue. He quickly cleans you up, not missing any of your juices as he licks your pussy clean.

His eyes darken when he stands, taking in the sight of you looking so fucked out on top of the bathroom sink. He’s about to unbuckle his belt before you stop him.

“I want to fuck at your place. Please?”

He nods at your request, helping you get down and adjusting your dress. It’s a little harder to walk since Mark ripped your panties, but you make do. You two exit the bathroom and you’re about to leave before you hear Donghyuck’s voice.

“Where the fuck are you two going?”

You glance at Mark, who’s a little irritated by his teammate’s appearance.

“Mind your own fucking business, Donghyuck.”

You smirk at the blonde boy’s shocked expression as you two leave his apartment. Mark walks fast, fumbling with the keys to his car.

“I didn’t know you could drive.”

“Trust me, I can’t.”

The drive to his apartment involves two pit stops, the first one happening because you desperately want to give Mark a blowjob and the second one happening because Mark desperately wants to taste you again.

When you finally get to his apartment, the both of you are already a mess. You don’t even make it to the bedroom — Mark shoving you down on his living room rug and pushing his cock deep inside you. You moan at the intrusion and Mark wastes no time, setting up a fast pace and ramming his cock into your sweet spot over and over again. You’re a drooling mess, letting him abuse your pussy. His fingers tangle into your hair and he pulls you upwards. He balances you so that your back is against his chest.

“Such a perfect little slut for me. What would the panel of judges at Worlds say when they see you? The future Olympic gold medalist begging for cock?”

“I would let them see,” you whisper back at him. “Let them know what lengths I would go to just to win that fucking competition.”

You fall apart around his cock again, your orgasms coming faster after the first two. You whine when you hear Mark’s constant grunts filling your ears.

“Cum inside, Mark. Want all of your cum.”

“Yeah? Little whore wants it all? Wants to be bred like a good little bitch?”

You cry. “Yes, yes, yes! I want it so badly.”

That’s all it takes for Mark to shoot ribbons of white inside of you, coating your insides. You both collapse on the floor, exhausted.

A few minutes pass in silence before Mark speaks up. “I’m ready to go again after I eat some ramen.”

You laugh. “Make it two servings and I’ll be ready.”

He eagerly gets up and shuffles to his kitchen. You smirk, searching for your phone and shooting a text to the group chat.

I’ve got him. The money’s all ours.

After eating ramen and chatting for a little bit, Mark takes you again on the barstool of his kitchen. Then, he fucks you up against the wall, on his couch and in his bed.

He’s thoroughly fucked out when you two finish and you smile, leaning over to kiss him.

“Good luck with your game tomorrow.”

You leave him laying in his bed, wondering if he just jeopardized the future of his team.

—

There’s one minute left in the game.

The team is down by one point and they’re all looking at Mark as they huddle together. Donghyuck hisses at him.

“Did she fuck you stupid? We’re going to lose everything because of you!”

Mark shakes his head, trying to compose himself. It’s hard to do so when he spots you in the crowd, smiling at him as if you want him to win. You’ve thoroughly fucked with his head, his thoughts constantly traveling to the image of you beneath him, sobbing as he shoves his thick cock into you mercilessly.

“This is your fault, Jeno!” Ten growls. “You should’ve never left Mark alone with her!”

“Everyone, shut up!” Sicheng bellows, annoyed by his teammates. “We’re going to lose if we don’t focus. What’s wrong with you, Mark?”

“I-I don’t know.”

Donghyuck scoffs. “I think I do.”

Sicheng glares at the younger male to be quiet. “I don’t care what it is anymore. There’s one minute left and I need you to get it together.”

“I will, I will,” Mark insists, even though he’s not so sure about it himself. They break the huddle and get back into the game, Mark trying to focus as the referee blows the whistle. Jung Jaehyun comes charging at him and Mark tries to dodge.

“Come on, Mark!”

As soon as he hears your voice overpower the audience, he loses his balance and Jaehyun slams him up against the wall. Mark groans when he tumbles to the ground and it isn’t long before he hears the final buzzer echo in the rink. The competing team jumps for joy, laughing with one another as they meet in the middle of the ice. Mark stays on the ground, watching pitifully as his teammates slump in defeat.

His eyes look for yours again in the stands, but you’re already long gone.

#nct smut #mark lee smut #mark #mark smut

[giorno-plays-piano]

Vicious

Part VI

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, mention of blackmail, all characters are adults.

Words: 1567.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

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You spent the rest of your evening like a somnambulist, barely able to concentrate on your projects before you went to bed, barely finishing half of the things you planned for today. Even the change of locks didn't make you as happy as you thought it would. It felt like something between a dream and a nightmare.

Lying in the dark, you stared at the ceiling, thinking of what happened just a couple of hours ago. Why did he do it? Was it just out of habit and didn’t mean anything? Naturally, with his appearance and easy-going attitude, he probably dated many girls and didn’t think much before kissing someone he liked.

Remembering the way he talked to you in the morning, you thought he must have pretended to be shy around you. Thor certainly wasn’t sheepish.

Was it all a sham? Was Loki right about all of them, playing their roles to get close to you? You couldn’t forget the way Thor looked the moment he told you about being smart. It was like something switched inside him, and for a second you saw the real Thor who was far from being your simple, good-natured athlete.

Why did you keep thinking about that stupid kiss even after seeing the man could be dangerous?

Aroused and angry, you tossed and turned until you fell asleep.

____________

Waking up was especially tough, despite the fact you didn't really do much yesterday, meaning you were going to spend your weekend studying. Shoot, and that's when you planned to visit that new chocolate boutique in the city. Maybe you could still make it if you spent more time studying today?

But then again, going to the city alone might be a bad idea. Even if the guys who stole your things were beaten, it didn't mean it had always been the same people following you. The school was full of weirdos, in the end. What if somebody went after you? Steve would definitely say you had to bring one of your guards with you.

Damn. It was better staying in the dorm then.

"Good morning! Are you ready?" Peter's voice broke through the silence, and you flinched, hurriedly applying some lipstick because you didn't have enough time to put your makeup properly.

Well, at least you were fully dressed.

"Just give me a second!" Picking up your bag, you put your shoes on and opened the door, looking at a young guy who's face was lit up like a Christmas tree. "Hi!"

He definitely liked what he saw, and you felt your cheeks growing hot from embarrassment. From the very start of the semester Peter acted very sweet around you, and you thought you could be friends with him. He wouldn't do something as ugly as blackmailing, would he? Thor said it too. Clearly, Steve was exaggerating.

"Did you sleep well? I've heard you changed your lock, so now it'll be better."

"Ugh, I hope so. But I still sleep with my dresser blocking the door." Sighing, started walking, afraid to look in the faces of other students, hurrying off to school.

They must have been disgusted, watching you being friendly with one guy after being all lovey-dovey with the other just yesterday. Although you didn't see anyone in particular, you were sure somebody saw Thor kissing you. And now you were walking the corridors with Peter.

"By the way, what's your Insta?"

What? Your Instagram? Whatever for? Although you had no idea why he needed it, you let him add you, by the time leaving the dorm and walking towards the main building.

Suddenly, Peter got pretty close, his arm on your waist as he lifted up his phone and hummed, "Look here and smile!"

Before you realized what he was doing, the boy kissed your temple, and you heard the sound of a photo being taken by his front-facing camera. What the Hell?!

"Peter!" Pissed at him, you quickly break free and stepped back, but he was already looking at his phone, editing the photo and posting it almost immediately.

You heard your phone buzz when he marked you on the photo.

"That's a good one. You look very cute here."

"What are you doing?!"

"Making a proof we're dating, of course?"

You were taken aback by the sincerity in his voice, and Peter smiled from ear to ear like an excited teenager, showing you the picture: it wasn't that bad, and you looked as if you were slightly embarrassed by Peter's closeness. Oh, of course. He had to convince his friends he was dating you, but he didn't kiss you on the lips that could make other people too suspicious. Instead, friends of Barnes or, say, Thor, would still think it was all for show, and it was their friend who dated you for real.

Shit, Steve's plan was incredibly complicated, and you didn't like it at all.

"Oh, alright." You mumbled, lowering your eyes to the ground, and Peter laughed.

"We'll make a TikTok dance later. If you wanna make people talk, just use your social media." He winked at you and put the phone in the pocket of his pants, resuming walking, and you moved along, your face still hot.

God, what did these guys got you into? You felt like you were lost in the middle of a play, not even having a script to read what was your role in all this.

Before you parted your ways, going to a different classrooms, Peter talked about videogames, the upcoming Resident Evil - apparently, his favorite franchise - and some Dota tournament, but you didn't know much about it, and Peter offered to show you his favorite games "because you can't spend all your time studying!"

He was as careless and sweet as always, but you couldn't get Steve's words out of your mind. Damn, if only you could know for sure that Peter didn't blackmail anyone. Who could you talk to about it? Obviously, not Peter himself, but every time he spoke you had that nagging feeling you needed to talk to him. You barely kept your mouth shut before he went to a different room.

Ugh, why didn't you transfer anywhere else when you still had a chance? Obviously, now you could only drop out of school, and it definitely wasn't something you were going to do.

Luckily, the next couple of hours you were busy with your classes, trying your best to prepare for the upcoming exams. The academy held high standards, and even though you were a good student, it still took lots of efforts to keep up the good work. How Thor even managed to get enrolled, judging by the fact he hated studying and often skipped classes?

Ah yes, he mentioned something about getting a scholarship from the academy for his success in the sport.

By the lunch time you were drained, listening to Peter chatting with an absent-mindedly epxression on your face. Funny enough, Peter's grades were better than yours, even though he spent much less time studying. What, was he some genius like Loki? You felt a little envy.

"I gotta go take my tracksuit, I have PE next," the boy said, and you nodded, throwing away the leftovers of your lunch.

As you stood close while he grabbed his sportclothes, you heard two guys talking behind the lockers to your right.

"Have you seen her today? She's with Parker!"

You tensed immediately. Of course, they were talking about you.

"Yeah, so what?"

"She was with Thor yesterday!"

Watching you froze on the spot, Peter stilled too, listening carefully. Oh shit, you hoped no one cared about who you went with - why should they, in the end - but, apparently, you were drawing too much attention simply because you were a girl among hundreds of male students.

"So what?" The other guy asked impatiently, growing tired of this conversation.

"Are you stupid? She's going out with them! I bet she's looking for a guy." The first student said with excitement, and you cringed. No, you weren't going out with anyone, you wanted to stop the weirdos from following you and steeling your things. Was it too much to ask?

"Yeah, who cares?"

"We have three fucking girls in the whole school, and you don't care if one of them could be going out with you? Besides, this one's pretty. I'd fuck her!"

You felt like you were going to puke any moment. Why on Earth did you decide to transfer to an all-boys school? It was like the whole school were a men’s room filled with stupid-ass guys, and you were locked inside, forced to listen them talk junk.

"You'd fuck a sheep, weirdo. Go get yourself a girlfriend if you can’t stop thinking with your dick.”

Laughing, the guy left, and his friend followed him, shouting something stupid while you breathed out a sigh of relief. Of course, you knew there would be some talk, but you didn’t expect it to be so... gross. Were you really gonna spend the two remaining years here?

Watching you getting frustrated, Peter gently touched you by the arm and said softly, “Don’t worry. They won’t talk rubbish about you.”

“What do you mean?” Suddenly thinking of Steve’s words, you blurted out exactly what you were thinking of the whole day, “Are you going to blackmail them with something?”

“I... what?”

Part VII

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Blackpink HC / One Shots: Enemies to Lovers, College AU (1/2)

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Warnings / Misc. -- Bickering, Rivalry, Fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! Anon, I assume you wanted to see each individual relationship with the girls and not OT4 x Reader. If not, I apologize, but I hope you enjoy this regardless.

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Jisoo

Kim Jisoo: The girl at the top of her class, breezing through her school years with little competition whatsoever. She was used to winning, and anyone that ever tried to challenge her eventually gave up.

You: Also used to being at the top of your class, you were the first person to actually give Jisoo a run for her money. You didn't shy away when challenged by her, and that took her aback.

Your rivalry was one rooted in academics.

When a new project was assigned and you were allowed to choose your teammates, everyone would flock to the two of you in hopes of getting picked.

Bragging rights were awarded to whoever had the longest line of people.

Impatiently waiting to see who scored higher on tests.

Rubbing it in when you did better, and vice versa.

"Ha! Take that, Jisoo. I got a 98."

"Don't get cocky, Y/N. I beat you by 6 points last week."

"Yeah, yeah," you brush her off. "Look who's on top now." You hold your paper up, smiling when she rolls her eyes.

Other competitions were held, and even the teachers caught on and would adjust their lessons accordingly.

"Class, today we'll be having a set of one on one debates, and an anonymous vote will determine the winner of each. The person who defends their opinion the most effectively will win. Jisoo and Y/N, you're up first."

Although losing was always annoying, it made you respect each other a little more.

You both loathed and revered each other, though you'd never let that secret out.

Fighting for the best scholarships and rankings.

Constant bickering and one liners in class

"Should I go ahead and apologize now, or is it okay to wait?"

"Apoligize for what?"

"Ending your career."

*unintelligible mumbling*

"What was that, Y/N?" Jisoo inquires, cocking her head to the side as she narrows her eyes at you.

"I said: you're going down."

She scoffs at that, unaffected. "Please, I'd like to see you try."

You ended up winning that day, and she was all *surprised pikachu*

School would always be interesting and eventful with her

Pretty much everyone else can tell that you have a thing for one another, but the two of you remain oblivious.

Turning Point

Both of you joined the academic team when you enrolled, which meant that you'd be going toe to toe with other school teams in pursuit of the winning title.

On one of your overnight field trips to face off against another school, you were assigned to the same hotel room.

"Mrs. Wilson, I can't stay with her--" You walk down the hotel hallway behind your instructor, hoping she'll see your point. Her reasoning for putting you together on the roster is beyond you.

"Y/N, it's only for a night. You know we can't afford to give all of you individual rooms; our budget's already small." She reasons, eventually turning towards you when she reaches the elevator.

"Alright," you relent with a sigh, putting your hands up.

What she says next surprises you. "Who knows, you might enjoy it." A knowing look shines in her eye, and a small smirk threatens to tug at her features.

The elevator dings just as you go to question her about it, and she bids you farewell before heading in.

You can do this, Y/N. It's just one night; how bad can it be? You ask yourself, taking your sweet time in going back to the room.

---

An Hour Later

In an attempt to kill some time and recover from the fatigue your long road trip brought on, you've been trying to relax and take a nap. In fashion with your typical luck, though, Jisoo is making that nearly impossible.

"Jisoo, turn it down!" You groan, tossing a pillow at her head. She sits on the loveseat at the foot of your bed, completely fixated on the images flashing before her eyes as she plays her video game.

"Shhh, stop distracting me." She says over her shoulder, making you huff.

You value your pride too much to ask nicely, so you suck it up and stick it out for a little while longer. When she lets out a loud shout a few minutes later, though, you've reached the end of your patience.

Wordlessly, you get out of bed and stomp over to the TV, standing directly in front of it.

"Y/N, move! I'll lose!"

You stay there with your arms crossed, and are soon rewarded by the game's voiceover announcing: "Game over."

She huffs and sets her controller down, clearly upset.

"Sucks when people don't listen, huh?" You challenge, still mad that you've been denied a proper nap for so long. Every time you'd be right on the cusp of being drug under, slipping in and out of glorious slumber, she'd do something to ruin it. You're cranky now, and being petty seems like a just punishment for her.

"I can't believe you did that," she shakes her head and rolls her eyes. "That was the championship match!"

"Oh well," you shrug, a smirk tugging at your lips at that new piece of info. Perhaps justice has been served after all.

With one more warning glance at her to tell her not to do it again, you go back to the bed and get comfy, settling under the warm blankets.

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30 Minutes Later

"ON YOUR RIGHT, ABOUT TO ROUND THE CORNER!" Jisoo bellows out, smirking when she feels you stir behind her. You scowl, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

"Jisoo, I swear to God," you grumble, feeling the irritation rise in you all over again. You get up again and approach her, but she has a plan this time. In one fluid motion, she sticks her foot out in front of you, making you stumble and fall to the ground.

"What the--" as you prepare to reprimand her, you see something out of your peripheral. Aided by your new perspective, you spot the remote controller on the coffee table right in front of you, just an arm's length away.

When Jisoo notices that you haven't screamed at her yet, she looks down and realizes her mistake. A dramatic moment passes where you both lock eyes, before immediately diving for the remote. You manage to get to it first, quickly hugging it close to your body and rolling away from her. She pounces a second later, reaching her hands around you to pry it from your grip.

"Give it back, Y/N!"

"No!"

You writhe underneath her until she manages to get the upper hand, straddling your hips in an attempt to pin you down. She sits back on her knees, gazing down at you as your chests heave from the effort you've exerted.

"Give it." She commands, holding her hand out expectantly.

You shake your head, amused that she thought that would be enough to sway you. "No."

"Then you leave me no choice." Her hands dart forward to your abdomen, and she begins tickling you mercilessly in order to make you surrender. Calls for her to cease her assault struggle past your lips, but you know it's futile. She's a determined person just like you, and she won't stop until she gets what she wants.

So, after taking a second to think of a way out of your predicament, a brilliant idea pops into your head.

You finally let her pry your arms open, smirking when she cheers and claims victory. In one fluid motion, just as she had done before, you wrap your leg around one of hers and flip her onto her back before leaning down to kiss her. She tenses up at first, but her hands end up working their way to your hips as her lips begin to move against yours.

Your plan is backfiring a bit; you only intended to shock her and buy yourself time to steal the remote back -- you never thought you'd actually enjoy the feeling of her kiss. You tilt your head to the side to get a better angle and slowly skim your hand down to hers, where the device is tightly clutched. Her other hand has come up to your jaw, which she's gently guiding as she steals another kiss from your lips.

Her distracted state made it easy to get what you were after, and soon -- much too soon for Jisoo's liking -- you pull away with a victorious smile. She doesn't know what to say; in all honesty, she's almost forgotten how to breathe with the way you kissed her senseless.

"I win." You grin, hopping off of her and shutting the TV off before crawling back into the bed. She stays in that same position for a couple minutes, laying on the floor as she tries to sort through what the hell just happened. She can't even be upset right now; she brings her fingertips to her lips, skimming them over the heart-shaped pillows as she smiles.

The Fallout

Things were a little tense when you shared the bed that night

Anytime you'd roll over and readjust your head on the pillow in your sleep, unknowingly positioning your lips dangerous close to hers, her heartbeat would pick up and she'd have to roll over again

You pretended to be asleep when she scooted back against you, pressing herself against your front in search of the heat that your body provided. You brought an arm around her, enclosing her in a soft embrace that had her blushing crimson

Subtle flirting at the competition the next day

Sticking up for each other when one of the other teams got a little rude

"Hey, don't talk about her like that!" Jisoo warns, glaring at the student from your rival school. His uniform is mussed and unkempt, leaving it as no surprise that he was the one to say such a thing.

"Why do you care?" He laughs back, spurred on as his friends snicker along.

The question catches her off guard; just days ago, she was the one bantering with you and testing your limits. Now though, when someone else is taking it too far, she can't help but feel angry. "Because she's my teammate. Now knock it off or I'll report you to your dean for unsportsmanlike behavior."

He scoffs, but eventually opts to grumble out another insult and turn away, nursing his bruised ego.

"Thanks, Chu." You quietly say, having witnessed the whole encounter from the row behind her. A small smile tugs at your lips at her actions, warming your heart.

"No problem, Y/N. But you'd better help me beat him; I'm not losing to that idiot." You laugh and agree, shaking her hand to seal your pact. She tries not to get too caught up on the smoothness of your skin or how it reminds her of last night, but her brain doesn't listen.

Needless to say, you beat them.

Your team stopped by a nice restaurant on the way back home for a celebratory dinner

Jisoo sat beside you

Cue the blushing and quiet flirting

It's a new side of her that you're not used to seeing. Now, instead of being all hardcore and witty, a simple look from you can make her blush

It doesn't always, though; sometimes she grows bold and lays a hand on your thigh for a moment, laughing at something you said

It's giving very much so gay panic™️, but you wouldn't trade it for the world

After the dinner, you go back to the bus and sit in your seats (which aren't together, surprisingly).

As you scroll through your phone, you get a text from Jisoo. Attached to the message is an invitation to one of her favorite mobile games.

"Hey, Y/N. Will you be my player 2? 🎮"

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Jennie

Jennie Kim: The girl who practically ran the school, always getting her way and never having to lift a finger. She was royalty: the queen bee sat atop her throne, giving orders to the masses that they followed blindly. The whole situation seemed straight out of a poorly-written teenage movie, and it always annoyed you.

You: The girl who stuck to herself, only having a close group of friends that she talked to. You weren't popular, per se, but you weren't cursed to exist at the bottom of the food chain, either. Many people knew you, but you only associated with a select few.

You avoid the "popular" crowd a majority of the time, opting to spend spare time in between classes in the library or outside, doing homework

Jennie is the type of person that has people lined up, waiting for her to ask them to do hers for her. She gets to skip class and do whatever she wants, and she usually takes advantage of that.

She's never been mean to you directly, but you've seen her and her posse pick on people in typical mean girl fashion

You've never noticed the way that she usually targets people who've said bad things about you. She sticks up for you without you even knowing.

So, as you would expect, when your best friend called you and begged you to accompany her to one of the biggest parties of the year (hosted by none other than Jennie's brother), you were definitely surprised. Neither of you are the type to go to anything like that, but you know that she secretly wants to peek into that world of luxury.

"Pleaaaaase, Y/N? I'll do your laundry for a month."

"Fine."

The Turning Point

Your stylish boots crunch lightly against the concrete as you stand outside of the frat house, grimacing when you notice a boy stumble to the side of the house and get sick.

"We might have to bump that offer up to two months," you say to your friend, leaning onto her car as she checks her makeup in the side mirror.

"If it keeps you here for an hour or so, then fine." She smiles, taking your hand and leading you towards the building. Upon opening the door you're immediately greeted by waves of the strong bass of whatever song is playing. Their rhythmic thumps reverberate around the house, and you choose to seek some semblance of peace and quiet by heading to the kitchen. Your friend comes with, and the two of you push your way to the drink bar for refreshments.

"Thanks again for coming along, Y/N/N. You're the best." She leans into you, saying the phrase loud enough for you to hear over the music.

"I know," you hold your head up higher, self-assured. "You'd better go find Benji before things get too wild," you tell her, taking note of how the crowd is quickly growing in size. Benji, her longtime crush, is the only reason you really agreed to tag along; she's been head over heels for him for as long as you've known her, and you see this as the perfect opportunity for her to finally tell him. She needed some backup, and you always come through for your friends.

"Alright, I'll come find you later," she says, nervously smiling as she kisses your cheek as a farewell. You shout encouragement to her retreating figure, grinning wildly when you see her throw her hand up in the air.

Considering you made a drink for her just then before sending her off, you take the time now to make one for yourself. Your hands skim through the air overtop of the different bottles, searching for your favorite flavors and types to mix. As you go to reach across the table for one of them, disaster strikes.

You gasp as cold liquid lands on your shoulder, following gravity's command and rushing down your back and chest. A flurry of apologies follows suit, and you feel a soft hand on the small of your back as you go to turn around.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," Jennie says, covering her mouth in shock. For a moment you're worried that she was dared to do this -- that perhaps her friends sent her off to ruin your outfit and embarrass you. When you find sincere regret in her deep brown eyes, though, all of those worries melt away.

"It's alright," you assure her, shaking your arms to get rid of some of the sticky drink that's trailed its way down. You set your half-filled cup on the table, no longer interested in getting anymore now.

"At least let me wash the shirt for you. I have a coat you can wear while its getting clean."

You furrow your brows at the offer, not expecting that from her. Not only has she apologized, which is practically unheard of from the prima donna, but she's willing to do something for another person?

"Uh, okay." You do your best to mask the confusion in your tone, but it's still plain to see.

"Follow me," she politely instructs, leading you down the hall towards what you assume is the laundry room.

She flips the light on and shuts the door behind you, walking into the closet to search for the spare set of close she keeps here.

When she emerges again, fluffy coat in hand, she begins stumbling over the words she was about about to say. Her eyes land on you, taking in the expanse of exposed skin now that you've stripped off the shirt you were wearing. She can't help but admire the sight; she subconsciously bites her lip, only being brought back to reality when you wave your hand in front of her face.

"Hello? Earth to Jennie?"

"What?" She eventually asks, shaking her head to rid herself of the thoughts swarming in it. She's always had a sort of thing for you, but she never imagined you could look that good. It should be a crime.

"I asked if you have a bathroom around here, so I can, ya know... wash up a bit. Whatever you had to drink is pretty sticky." You chuckle, moving your arm to show her how far it's spread.

"This room over here," she says, approaching a door on the wall opposite you, "is actually a bathroom. Convenient, right?" She asks, flipping the light on for you.

"Absolutely," you perk up, glad to know that you won't have to strut down the hall in your sports bra to get to a bathroom.

She steps to the side and pushes the door open for you, nearly melting when you give her a little wave and shut it behind yourself. She's got it bad.

She takes your shirt and throws it in the washer before setting the knobs correctly, knowing the best combos by heart. She and her brother are close, so it's not uncommon for her to come by and help him with chores when he gets swamped.

A few minutes later you come out of the bathroom clean and dry, nervously fidgeting with your hands as she turns to look at you again. Having the Jennie Kim looking at you in such a way and having her so close is a bit overwhelming, and you're not exactly sure how to deal with it.

"Here," she says, reaching around you to slide her jacket onto your arms. Her face hovers dangerously close to yours as she does, making you hold your breath in anticipation. She pulls the jacket closed, adjusting it so that it lays right, and you look into her eyes.

"Thanks, Jen."

Her heart speeds up at the nickname, though she tries not to show it.

"No problem, sweet thing." She flirts, taking you aback.

Just as you go to say something more, the door blasts open and a couple of her friends pop in. "There you are Jennie! What are you-- oh," they say, watching as the two of you spring apart.

When they realize who you are, they laugh among themselves. "What're you doing in here with her?" They ask, looking you up and down before ultimately appearing unimpressed. Jennie glances at you again, and you can see her going through some sort of inner turmoil.

"Thank God you guys showed up; she won't quit talking. I was just about to leave." She laughs, regaining the bitchy aura that she's known for. You set your jaw and nod, remembering why you choose to stay away from people like them.

"Wow, Jennie. You really had me fooled," you bite back, a bit shocked, but not surprised. You keep your eyes on hers as you take her jacket off and let it drop to the floor in front of her, grabbing a spare towel from the hamper on your way out the door. Her friends scoff at you, wondering what such a nobody like you thinks they're doing treating Jennie like that. You brush past them and send her one last look, conveying all the emotions you feel with a mere glance.

She's disappointed in herself, and she hangs her head as the girls scoop the designer material up and hand it to her.

----

45 Minutes Later

Just 15 more minutes, Y/N; totally doable. You reason with yourself. Jennie left the laundry room soon after you, leaving it vacant for you to put your shirt in the dryer and retrieve it when it was done. Now, clad in the warm material, you sit outside by the fire. Stars are shining brightly in the night sky, illuminating it so beautifully that your mind is taken off of what happened. They twinkle for you, and the sight puts you at ease.

What has that pleasant feeling dissipating in a second, however, is the sound of Jennie's voice as she exits the patio door.

She's talking to her friends about some boy that's in love with her, as the whole school seems to be, and you roll your eyes. With the moment officially ruined, you decide to head back into the house and spend the rest of your sentence there.

Once you stand up from your seat and turn around to take your leave, her friends notice you. "Jesus, you're really obsessed, aren't you? Are you following her or something?" One of them, a snarky blonde from earlier, asks.

You laugh at that. "Hardly," you glance at Jennie, though she avoids eye contact. "I'm sure you'd like that, though. Give you something to talk about other than your split ends." She reels back at your boldness, prepared to start a fight.

"You bitc--"

"Stop," Jennie finally steps in, cutting the girl off. She moves between the two of you, putting a hand on your chest and looking into your eyes.

"Jennie, I don't know what her problem is," the blonde squeaks out, trying to defend her actions.

"The problem doesn't lie with her," she tells her, leaving her puzzled. Jennie continues, "I lied earlier; I'm the one who invited her to the laundry room because I spilled my drink on her." You narrow your eyes at her following her statement, wondering where she's going with this.

"We probably would've kissed, too, if you hadn't walked in."

Your heart speeds up a little at that, but you're still hurt by what she did earlier. Having her be one way with you in private and another in public is never a good sign.

"I'm done with you guys. You turn me into something I'm not," she looks between the small following that's accrued, letting them know how she's been feeling for the past bit. The majority of them are stuck up and entitled, and seeing the hurt in your eyes put things into perspective for her. She likes you, and she wants to be better because of that.

"I don't understand, Jennie," one of them asks, sounding like she's on the brink of tears. Are these people really that invested? You know the hierarchy of popularity is confusing, but they make it seem like she's breaking up with them.

"We're not friends anymore. Not until you get your heads out of your asses and start being nicer."

The crowd clearly doesn't know how to react at her sudden change in attitude, but they mutter out various responses before some of them break away.

You look down at her and glance to the house, wordlessly telling her to follow you so that you can have a moment alone to talk. You lead her over to the patio and stand against the wall.

"I'm sorry," she says, sounding relieved to finally get the words out. Her previous actions have been weighing heavily on her, and she's been doing some introspection. It's not entirely all of a sudden, though; she's been questioning why she still hangs out with them for a while now. This encounter just confirmed her desire to leave them.

"I shouldn't have lied like that. I know it hurt you." She looks away, feeling disappointed again.

"Yeah, it definitely wasn't fun to have my crush talk about me like that." You nod, shoving your hands into your pockets.

"Crush?" Her head raises up, doing a terrible job of concealing the hopefulness she feels blossoming.

"Crush." You lightly smile at the way she blushes at your simple confirmation. She's too adorable for her own good; it's really no wonder than she has everyone on their knees for her.

"Thank you for apologizing," you say after a moment, nudging her shoulder gently. "It's more than your posse usually gives, so I appreciate it. You'd better mean it, though." You cock your head at her expectantly, a hint of warning in your tone.

"You have my word," she smiles, determined to make sure the opportunity you're giving her doesn't go to waste.

The Fallout

In the following weeks, she cut ties with more and more toxic people, causing a bit more drama to stir up, but she didn't care. You were by her side through all of it, as were your friends, and she saw what true community looks like. She had so many people at her beck and call back then, but none of them cared as much as your close knit group. They were in it because of her status, not because of her.

Walking her to class

Both of you sticking up for each other if people try to start stuff

Helping her correct her bad habits if she starts to get judgemental with someone or slips back into her old ways

Being patient with her

Her spoiling you randomly to show how thankful she is for you

"Miss L/N, we have a Candy Gram for you. Sent by Jennie Kim." A staff member says upon entering the classroom, walking the package over to you. You grin widely as you open the note attached to it.

"Come see me after class, Y/N/N. I have something for you."

You were excited for the rest of class

You rode your bike back to her dorm, parking it outside before knocking on the door.

"Hey, Jendeukie. What do you have for--"

You're abruptly cut off by her lips pressing against yours as her hands pull you in, turning you to mush. You sink into her arms and kiss back, reveling in the feeling of finally having this moment with her. You've been waiting for it ever since the party.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," she softly admits, resting her forehead against yours. "I hope I didn't overstep." You can hear the nervousness in her voice, and you smile at how cute she is.

"Quite the opposite, actually. Come here," you pull her in again, lifting her up into your arms as you walk into her dorm. She squeals at the sudden move, but the sound is quickly muffled as you lean in to kiss her again.

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I idk if you're ok with this idea but may i please request leona, Rook, Vil (separately) being jealous and possessive because their (fem!s/o) darling is with the guy who has a crush on her. But his s/o only see's the guy as a friend

✨🎉Also, congrats on 100 followers!! 🎉✨

oh trust me im very ok with it jealous hcs may be my reading guilty pleasure ksdksdfk . .. and thanks so much <3

Leona Kingscholar

You came to the garden to see Leona after classes, the weekend was coming up and you two had been excitedly planning for it.

When you're there, you end up running into a friend of yours, who was often on plant watering duty, and you stop by to chat -- Thing is, Leona was sleeping not too far away from that.

He's quickly woken up once he hears your voice, ears twitching on his head. He almost smiles, ready to sneak up on you playfully, but then he hears the voice of that guy -- Someone he’d never really met, but knew he already hated. He was a classmate of yours with a habit of acting like you were closer than you actually were, up until his hurried love confession that you refused, but tried to mantain the friendship since he was a person you still appreciated, despite all the awkwardness.

Leona doesn’t care about him being an okay person, though. He’s quickly irritated, he’s always gotten jealous easily, and he's still half asleep, on top of everything... he's really not in the mood to deal with any of it.

In the end, he sneaks up on you like he'd been planning, except it's to wrap his arms around you tightly, resting his head on yours, and wordlessly glaring at the guy until he leaves.

If he tries to touch you, Leona will very rudely look him in the eyes and call you his as he tells him to piss off.

Rook Hunt

Was initially just curious about that friend of yours who you said had a crush on you.

You made sure to let him know it wasn’t a big deal, you two just knew each other from way before you enrolled in NRC, and ended up being classmates now, getting closer and ending up in a strange confession you had to turn down. And he caught on to your disinterest in the other man, deeply believing it.

Doesn’t mean he won’t follow him around a bit, though. Not even out of malice, he just had a nagging need to know what sort of person that guy was.

So he’s doing that one day, lurking around his club, watching from afar as he went about his daily activities. He was rather uninteresting to look at, Rook notes, and he’s about to just leave and do something else when you enter the scene.

You were there just to run an errand for a teacher, Rook heard you say, but the guy he’d been observing insists on dropping his activities to come greet you, awkwardly putting his arms around you -- And just like that, Rook is suddenly there to whisk you away from him.

He’ll be all cheerful as he comes up next to you, telling you he just needs to show you this thing, not engaging with your friend at all. He doesn’t want to be negative, but he doesn’t want him near you even more.

Vil Schoenheit

...genuinely thought he’d never get jealous over that guy.

You’ve told him about it a while back, sighing about how you were nervous his confession would ruin your friendship when it happened. He didn’t really feel threatened when he heard about it, he trusted you, he knew you chose him out of everyone else (And good for you, he’s such a catch)

So, he left it at that, not giving it much thought afterward. And today is a Saturday night he had off, so he was about to pick you up at your dorm so you could have some time for yourselves, Vil was in a good mood -- Then he saw the guy you mentioned.

He doesn’t know what about it ticks him off, exactly. It might as well just be everything -- The way he lingers around your space, the casual touches that clearly weird you out, or all the longing dripping from his gaze -- and before Vil can really gather his composure, he’s right next to you, snaking an arm around your waist.

“Excuse me, I believe we haven’t met before.” He’ll blurt you, but it comes out as nothing but cool and professional. “I’m Vil Schoenheit, s/o’s boyfriend. And you are?”

Wasn’t trying to scare him off necessarily, but he’s very proud of himself when he shrinks a bit, voice going small as he says his name. Just like that, the flirty look in his eyes is gone.

#mmm im still figuring out how to write rook i hope this suffices! #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #twst imagines #leona kingscholar #rook hunt #vil schoenheit #leona kingscholar x reader #rook hunt x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #lis writing

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Plus Ultra

BakuDeku w/ Lee! Deku & Ler! Bakugou

Summary: Ever since being enrolled in U.A. Midoriya won’t quit saying “Plus Ultra!” Whether it would be meaningful like when he was giving a pep talk, or stupid like when he was trying to open a jar of pickles. And Bakugou was getting annoyed.

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It started off as a beautiful day. The sun was slowly starting to peak out from behind the horizon, birds chirping a sweet tune, dew resting on the grass.

Bakugou opened his eyes, it was 630AM, he sat up and took a deep gulp of air. Enjoying the morning’s peace and quiet, sighing happily at the scene. Nothing could ruin his day.

Around 730AM, everyone else started to awake and emerge from their dorm rooms and into the common area. Small talk, morning greetings, and the smell of breakfast filled the air.

“Can you pass me the ketchup please?” Uraraka turned to ask Midoriya, while pointing at the red bottle that was next to him.

“Oh yeah of course!” Deku beamed her a smile as he passed her the bottle.

Uraraka fiddled with the cap for about a minute before sighing out loud, defeated.

“Deku can you open it?” She hands the bottle back to Deku, giving him a small smile and looking down at her food, slightly embarrassed. Imagine being a pro-hero in training and losing to a bottle of ketchup.

Deku notices her visual distress, “Hey, don’t worry! You know what you need to do? Go Plus Ultra! Focus all your strength and try again!” He shot her a wide smile.

Bakugou, who was sitting on the couch at the time, listening to their conversation, just rolls his eyes. “Go pLuS ULtRa!” He mocks, whispering to himself.

“You’re right Deku! Hand the bottle back!” Excitement and determination replaced her previous embarrassed face, as she grabbed the bottle from Deku before struggling a bit with the cap, but finally popping it off.

“Deku I did it!” Uravity exclaims, huge smile plastered on her face.

“Because you did it PLUS ULTRA!”

Deku and Uraraka laugh and continued to finish their breakfast before the school day started.

It was 830AM and the members of the Bakusquad were all seated in the common area impatiently waiting for Kirishima.

“Kirishima hurry up!” Mina sighed, looking at the red head.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I forgot about the math worksheet! I have like 5 problems left!” Kirishima responded with a panic, trying to quickly solve the math problems in front of him.

“We’re going to be late for school if you don’t hurry up, then Aizawa sensei is gonna chew us out!” Denki said with a hint of fear laced in his words.

“Tch. Shitty hair, we better not be late because of you.” Bakugou snarled from his position on the couch.

Midoriya sat on the opposite side of the table Kirishima was working on. Deku was engrossed in his hero notebook, writing thoughts, making up strategies, all while mumbling to himself. The green haired boy snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a frustrated sigh coming from Kirishima.

“Kirishima are you okay?” Izuku asked with genuine concern.

“This last problem is hurting my brain!” Kirishima whined, erasing his previous markings and letting out another frustrated sigh when he dropped his pencil from erasing too hard.

“Don’t worry! You know what you need to do? Just make your brain go Plus Ultra!” Midoriya nodded as he gave Kirishima his nonhelpful advice.

The phrase made Bakugou once again roll his eyes. Make your brain go Plus Ultra? How are you even going to do that? That was the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. Nobody with half a brain cell is going to believe they can make their stupid brain go ‘Plus Ultra’. Bakugou thought.

“You’re so right MidoBro!”

Of course Shitty hair is going to eat that crap up. Bakugou finished his thought. Scowl on his face as he scrolled through his phone, angrily listening to the conversation.

“And there, it’s done!” Kirishima sighed in relief as he shoved his now finished math homework into his backpack. “Thank you for encouraging me Midoriya! And thank you brain for going Plus Ultra!” Kirishima happy danced his way over to the Bakusquad. “Alright let’s head to class!”

Time was going by so slow. Bakugou felt like he’s been in the same class forever. When the bell finally rang he jumped with excitement.

Finally, my favorite class. Bakugou thought, a small grin creeping on his face. Gym.

Everyone got changed into their gym clothes and met Aizawa sensei at USJ.

“Okay students, I will be splitting you up into partners and you will have to work together to stay hidden. Me and some of the other teachers are going to try to catch you.” Aizawa stated, monotone.

“Like a game of hide and seek?” Mina asked, excited that training today was more of a game than actual training.

“Correct. The winning team gets a prize.”

Ooh’s and ahh’s filled the air as the students got psyched to play. All wondering what the special prize at the end was. Everyone was determined. It’s gonna be one hell of a game.

Aizawa quickly broke up the chatter. “Listen, partners are:

Aoyama & Ashido

Asui & Hagakure

Iida & Jiro

Kaminari & Koda

Kirishima & Mineta

Ojiro & Sato

Sero & Uraraka

Bakugou & Midoriya

Shoji & Yaoyorozu

Todoroki & Tokoyami”

“Trade partners.” Bakugou asked everyone. No way was he going to be stuck with his childhood friend, turned enemy, turned rival.

“There will be no trading partners.” Aizawa stated, pinching the bridge of his nose in a annoyance. “You have 10 minutes to think of a strategy, you can use the whole training center, there will be a bell that rings after your 10 minutes of planning, when the bell rings, you have approximately 6 minutes before the other teachers and I start hunting. Understood?”

“Yes!” Said all the students unanimously, quickly finding their designated partners and started planning their survival, working together flawlessly.

All except Bakugou and Deku.

“Come on Kacchan I think it would be better to hide in the forest so we can hide in all the trees!” Deku whined at the explosive blonde.

“Tch. No nerd, we’re going to the city.” Bakugou stubbornly argued.

Bickering went back and forth and before they knew it, their 10 minute planning time was up and the bell rang. Everyone started to scatter, running to their chosen areas. Bakugou and Midoriya were too caught up in fighting that they didn’t decide on a place, so they both just ran. No plan, just running.

They ended up in the city area and hid in what seemed to be like a little bomb shelter. It was a little room underground, they had to take some sketchy staircase hidden inside a bar to get there.

Breathing hard, they both looked at each other and nodded, agreeing this was a good place to hide.

As time went by, Deku tried to make conversation with the explosive blonde, but Bakugou just ignored the green haired boy the whole time.

They heard some commotion outside of their hiding spot. Sounds like another team was hiding near us and got caught. Bakugou thought.

15 minutes of hiding passed, and Deku had a huge smile plastered on his face.

“What are you smiling about Deku?” Bakugou asked with annoyance.

“This hiding place is so good! It’s like we’re hiding Plus Ultra!” Deku beamed, hands shaking from all the excitement.

Not that shit again.

“You know what. That’s it.” Bakugou said as he tackled Deku to the floor, both boys landing with a huge thump. “I’m sick of hearing ‘Plus Ultra’ come out of your mouth. Plus Ultra this, Plus Ultra that. I’ll show you Plus Ultra you nerd.” Bakugou pins Deku to the floor and pinning his arms above his head with one hand.

“Kacchan wait!” Midoriya begs, shaking his head while tugging at his hands to try to get Bakugou off, not sure what is going to happen to him.

Bakugou wastes no time as he shoots his free hand into Midoriya’s exposed armpit.

“AHHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHAH KAHAHAHACCHAHAHAN!” Midoriya laughs out, surprised.

“Every time you speak all i hear is ‘Plus Ultra,’ so I’m going to take your advice nerd, and tickle you. Plus. Ultra.” Bakugou teases, with emphasis on the last two words, digging in a little harder into the green hairs’ armpit.

“WAHAHAHAHAIT IHIHIHIHIHI’M SOHOHOHOHORRY!” Midoriya squeezes his eyes shut, kicking his legs miserably.

A distant memory floods Bakugou’s mind. It was back in their elementary days. The two boys were in this same position, Deku a giggling mess under Kacchan. They had just finished school, and Deku was in a rather sad mood, and Bakugou cheered him up with tickles. Things were simpler back then, Bakugou thought to himself, a genuine smile forming on his face as he thought of his childhood. He was brought back to reality when he heard a small scream.

“NGA! KAHAHAHAHACCHAHAHAHAN NOHOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!” The broccoli headed boy cried out with laughter, trying to buck the blonde off of him.

Bakugou responded with an evil laugh, and released Midoriya’s wrists, and used both of his free hands to dig into Deku’s ribs. Resulting in waves of high pitched shrieks from Deku.

“STAHAHAHAHAP! NAHAHAHAHA! KAHAHAHAHCCHAN HAHAHAHAHAVE MEHEHEHEHEHERCY! SOHOHOHOHOME OHOHOHOHONE HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHE!” Midoriya’s eyes started to collect puddles of mirthful tears, as he endured the ticklish torture.

“Tch. Deku, nobody can hear you down here. Guess you’re just gonna have to take it, and go…….?” Bakugou paused, words laced with that teasing tone that Midoriya couldn’t help but blush at. Continuing to assault Deku’s ribs, waiting for an answer.

“PLUHUHUHUHUS UHUHUHUHULTRA HAHAHAHA IHIHIHIHI GEHEHEHEHET IHIHIHIHIT!” Midoriya spat back, shaking his head, hoping the blonde had enough fun tickling the shit outta him.

Bakugou moved his fingers rhythmically, up and down Deku’s ribs, almost like playing a piano, not letting a single rib escape from his tickle attack.

“Oh-hoho, now you’re getting it.” Bakugou couldn’t help but let out a small laugh as he looked at the scene beneath him. “And now for the best part.” With those words, Bakugou stopped his fingers. And Midoriya’s eyes grew wide.

“No no no Kacchan, you know I can’t take it there.” Midoriya blurted out through gasps of air, tired from the previous attack, but still trying to push the explosive blonde off of him trying to protect himself.

“But what’s that thing you always say?” Bakugou pressed his fingers into his chin creating a thinking pose. “Hmmm, oh yeah! Don’t worry! You know what you need to do?” Bakugou’s hands lowered themselves to each side of Midoriya’s hip bones.

“Go.” Bakugou started to knead softly at Izuku’s hips. Resulting in loud giggles from the boy.

“Plus.” Bakugou added more pressure, circling his fingers on the sensitive bone. Louder laughter exploded from the boy.

“Ultra!” Bakugou dug his fingers into Deku’s hips and Deku lost his shit.

“KAHAHAHAHAA-” Deku couldn’t even finish his attackers name before he fell into silent laughter. His hipbones were the most ticklish and he couldn’t last very long once someone started tickling him there. Since they were younger, Bakugou would always use this little piece of information to his advantage.

The green haired boy’s tears finally fell from his eyes, leaving his cheeks tear stained. Midoriya’s arms flailed and tried to remove the explosive blonde’s hands away from his death spot. Failing of course.

About a minute later, the tickling slowed, until it finally came to a stop. Bakugou’s hands resting on the boy’s hips.

Residual giggles left Deku’s lips, and Bakugou hopped of his waist. Deku sat up, enjoying his freedom. Bakugou’s eyes were fixated on Midoriya. His hair a mess from the attack he just endured, cheeks still a little damp from mirthful tears, sweat building on his forehead. Bakugou mentally awed at the sight.

Midoriya could feel the stares coming from his childhood friend, and turned to face him, eyes meeting with each others. Deku gave Bakugou a smile and Bakugou looked away.

“Tch. Don’t think we’re friends or something, I just wanted you to shut it with that Plus Ultra shit.” Bakugou scoffed, permanent scowl plastered on his face. He knew that was a lie.

Midoriya was just about to reply when they heard loud bells, and an announcement that followed. “2 teams left! Who will be the last to survive?!” Both boys heard Present Mic practically scream out.

The game wasn’t over.

#boku no hero academia #bokunoheroacademia #bnha #my hero academia #myheroacademia #mha #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #midoriya #bakudeku #deku #bakudeku tickle #mha tickle fic #bnha tickle fic

[sporadiclilbook]

Can I request a Claude x reader x Sylvain fic with an s/o who acts coy but is actually scarily perceptive? Like they notice Sylvain's inner turmoil almost right away and they notice the echoes of Claude's trauma in being ostracized and alienated and their care manifests in extremely subtle ways. How would they react once they find out that they're pining for the same person?

I hope ya like this anon! Hoping that this is how you wanted it too. Golden Deer!reader for plot reasons.

Truth of your mask

(Yan!Sylvain x Perceptive!Reader x Yan!Claude)

You hummed as you walk through the halls of the academy to get to the dining hall. Everything was going normally, nothing much was happening other than getting a new teacher. A former mercenary no less. However you can't seem to read them at all. Not even when you try to talk to the new professor. No smile, no frown or pout. Just.....blank. Usually it was pretty easy considering how most people is full of expression, but your new teacher was like a blank canvas.

It interested you, truly. Perhaps you can continue to observe them and learn a thing or two. You sit down at one of the long dining tables to dig in into your favourite meal. You ate a bit slow considering there was no need to rush. You suddenly heard someone sitting right next to you and immediately knew who it is. "Is there something you need, Sylvain?" You asked as you blow softly on your food to cool it down. "Nothing just checking up on the most attractive person I know."

"Stop it Sylvain, there are lots of other attractive students here too you know....." As you pretended to blush and faced the opposite direction of him a bit. Now you may not be the best with close ranged combat and prefer to strike afar but you admit, you were quite good at intel gathering. Whether it's playing a shy role or feigning ignorance, you think you were quite the expert at it. "No need to be shy now babe, show me that beautiful eyes of yours." Sylvain was a tom fool to you, to think he would easily fall for this act is hilarious to you.

Slowly looking at him, you predicted that he would be wearing that same flirty grin that he always have talking with literally anyone he fancies in the academy. "I-uh....my eyes aren't exactly that extraordinary." You quickly averted back your eyes to your food. Eating it up a bit quicker now. You would have looked at him longer but everytime you do you felt something was off with him. You've seen him flirt around before. His expressions was all the same. It was a typical playboy face. It was different of course when he was alone. There were times when you catch him spending his time in solitary. That's when you notice the pain he has.

It looked like regret and weight of responsibilities. Doesn't help that he is the heir to House Gautier because of his crest. You approached him once, when it was raining, to talk to him a bit. Sure he was annoying at some times but letting him stand there looking so miserable didn't felt right. Of course this doesn't reveal your perceptiveness to him. To most it would look like he had a bad day but to you? You knew he was clinging onto something negative. Something he can't run from.

Ever since that day, he always seemed to make an effort to speak with you. Sometimes Felix or Prince Dimitri will berate him for disturbing a student from another class but there was no real harm, were there. Maybe he just want to make you one of his flings. At least that's what you thought until you see it in his eyes. It was not an usual flirty eyes. It was not lust or some kind of playboyish ones.

It looked like infatuation. Genuine infatuation.

That's when it hits you. It must have been something related to his past. Was he not loved by his family? Is this why he was seeking flings, hoping to finally find the one? Did he decided you were the one simply because you talked to him to ask if he was ok?

Perhaps you were wrong. There are times when your expertise was wrong. Rarely, yes but the chances are not zero. But for now, you will keep him at an arms' length. "Nonsense, your eyes shines brighter than the stars." You smiled sheepishly at him. Not knowing what to respond. He was about to talk more when suddenly a new yet familiar voice join. Your house leader, Claude.

"Well well if it isn't Mr.Smoothtalk, he's not bothering you right (Y/N)? What am I saying of course he is." Claude was like you, observant. But he only looks whats on the surface and not below. But who knows, he was quite eccentric. Maybe he does know you're feigning ignorance. Maybe he doesn't. But then again he would have talk to you about it. He's secretive but sometimes he will overshare his thoughts, ones that has no purposes anyway. You remember the day you enrolled here. Being a citizen of the Alliance automatically sorted you into Golden Deer. He was nice to you. Welcoming you and showing you around. In fact all of the Golden Deer was. Leonie might said something without thinking at times but she would apologise. Raphael was a gentle giant. Hilda was lazy but you reminded her of Marianne and that wanted to make her put in effort.

Claude was always all smiles and schemes. Even so, not even he was immume to you. When you spot him in the crowds of students it was clear as day. He felt isolated. Different. Foreign even. It intrigued you. Why would he felt out of place? Could it be tied to the fact he suddenly show up as the grandson to the leader of the Alliance? As curiosity plagued you, you made an effort to befriend him slowly. Pretending to have problems with class that you known he was good at and even picking up a bow sometimes seeing how his heirloom relic weapon was the bow Failnaught. He learns about you and vice versa. One of his simple mistake was when he invited you for tea.

He served you Almyran tea. He asked what you think of the tea and you just said tea was tea. Just like how people are people. The blend is different but in the end, it's just another beverage. He seemed delighted at your answer and you were delighted at his actions. He was Almyran or half-Almyran. It make sense seeing how Lady Tiana eloped a long time ago. Even after years, people talked about it. You decided to keep it a secret. You didn't really care about his heritage. What only matters to you was bringing back the cat that was killed by curiosity with satisfication.

Oh however. He too, had the same look upon his face. The same as Sylvain's. No one notices it, only you did. From their expression to their subtle acts. How Sylvain's pick up lines sounds like him courting you instead of flirting. Claude subconscious favouritism over you. And it scared you, truly. What were they planning exactly? Does Sylvain needed someone to finally let out his trouble thoughts to? Did Claude wanted to see if he can become vulnerable around you and reveal his secret himself to you? What is their true motives?

"Oh? Hello to you to Mr. House Leader. No need to worry, I'm not bothering them too much." Claude sat to the vacant spot next to you. "Yeah I can see that. But talking to someone who is enjoying a hot meal isn't that nice you know." You continued eating as you ignore their bickering. At least neither of them would talk to you and instead hurled passive-agressive responses to each other. When you finally finished your meal, you stood up. "You're done already (Y/N)? I was hoping I could talk to you a bit but see you at Golden Deer I guess." It was clear as day that Claude specifically said to meet you in class as in a mockery to Sylvain. "U-uh, yeah....see you at class Claude..." With that you returned back to class.

Claude and Sylvain sat together in a tensed silence. But they knew why they were still sitting here. The still noisy atmosphere of the dining hall proved perfect to conceal their conversation. "(Y/N) huh? Not a bad taste but I'm afraid you can't have them." Claude chuckled at Sylvain's statement. "Can't have them? They're in my house. They're Golden Deer not Blue Lions. And you think you have a chance?" Sylvain gritted his teeth at him. "And so? That won't stop me." Claude just shooked his head at him. "Oh Sylvain, maybe if you didn't use all your brains for pick up lines you'd have a great chance. It's unfortunate we liked the same person." Claude smirked at him. He knew the day Sylvain kept pestering you that he was also lovestrucked like he was. But Claude thinks you don't deserve someone like Sylvain. While Sylvain thinks Claude is trying to take advantage over your 'meek' personality. Seeing how schemeful he is.

"Bring it on then, Riegan."

"Don't hold it against me when you lose, Gautier."

#sporadicpage #yandere x reader #yandere fe3h #yandere fire emblem three houses #yandere sylvain #yandere sylvain jose gautier #yandere claude von riegan #yandere claude

[keanureevesisbae]

But professor… - c.2

Summary: Penny continues to have some questions about the assignment, but thankfully professor Marshall is right there to help her out

Professor!Walter Marshall x Penny Townsend (Asian ofc)

Wordcount: 2.3k

Warnings: Mentions of murder and blood

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My second criminology class, I was feeling a bit under the weather, but like the real die hard that I am, confusing to give in and rest (which would’ve be the better idea), I continued to go to class. I hid part of my face behind my scarf, while I would take a sip of my tea every now and then. I barely absorbed anything that class and professor Marshall must’ve noticed, because he didn’t call for me the entire class.

Thankfully.

But now I feel better and am going to make up for my lack of attention last class. While the the class can be pretty gore, it has become my favorite class, partially because I really like professor Marshall.

No wait, solely because I like professor Marshall.

I don’t want to admit it, but I kinda went out of my way to look presentable for class. I spend my entire life being invisible, unnoticed, but that’s not the case in this class. It’s nice to be acknowledged (I could do without Fitzgerald, who continues to creepily stare from a distance). I put on some lipstick, that matches my blush pink sweater.

Professor Marshall looks up from his notes when I walk in the lecture hall, one corner of his mouth curled up a bit. ‘Morning,’ he says, his tone low and brass.

‘Good morning,’ I say softly, walking towards my assigned seat. Since last class happened in a blur, I am going to pay extra attention to this one.

It is hard though, to focus. We have to understand the crime scene, trying to dissect what happened exactly. However, all the blood, fake or not, makes me want to vomit. I swallow hard and thankfully professor Marshall is skipping over me.

Until…

‘Miss Townsend,’ the professor says, ‘overlap between the victims. I want at four points.’

Four points? Is he for real? That’s a lot. I hate that I made a sort of good point the first class. I have to live up to that expectation now.

Think, Penny, think. ‘All victims are fathers,’ I start, ‘white collar workers and have a brunette wife.’ I try to remember what he told us about and what I read prior to this class. ‘They had affairs with someone they worked with, someone who worked a job that paid less than theirs.’

‘And what does that tell you?’

‘The killer has a type,’ I say, but from the looks of it, he wants more. ‘The victims are carefully picked out, maybe because… These men remind the killer of someone?’

He nods. ‘Exactly.’

I let out a deep relieved sigh, knowing that there is a possibility that he won’t pick me again. I see Fitzgerald looking over his shoulder, to basically gawk at me. He is going out of his way to say intelligent stuff during classes, but everything that leaves his lips is… Bullshit.

After the class ended, I stay for a bit, because of course I have another question. I might not be entirely stupid, but academically gifted is not applicable to me. ‘Professor Marshall,’ I say, as I walk towards him.

‘Miss Townsend,’ he says, ‘you did well today in class.’

‘Oh.’ Stupid me, blushing again. ‘Thank you. I have another question about the assignment.’

‘Why?’

Did he seriously just asked me why? I start to stammer a bit, taken aback from his retort.  How am I supposed to answer that? Maybe just stick with the truth? ‘Because I don’t understand.’

‘What don’t you understand?’

‘The case I chose,’ I say.

‘You have time at four?’ he asks. ‘To meet me in my office? I can help you out.’

I nod with a smile. I am going to his office! ‘Yes, thank you, sir.’

‘Where are your glasses?’ he asks, placing the presenter on the table.

He noticed that I wasn’t wearing my glasses today? Is it because I look stupid without them? ‘In my bag,’ I answer. ‘I sometimes switch between lenses and glasses. Why?’

Professor Marshall shrugs. ‘Just wondering. See you at four. Sharp.’

✎ ✎ ✎

I knock on professor Marshall’s office door at four sharp (I mean, he felt the need to emphasis it, so I should be on time, right?) and he says: ‘Come in.’ I open the door, to see him sitting behind his desk.

‘Is that… a chair?’ I ask, pointing to the pretty comfortable looking chair on the my side of the desk.

Professor Marshall nods. ‘I didn’t want you to stand,’ he says. ‘Don’t get used to it though. I plan on removing this thing as soon as you leave.’ He smirks. ‘It gives me the creeps. I usually don’t like people hanging around  in my office. Whether that is at NYU or the MPD.’

I take a seat and blink my eyes a few times. Gosh, I don’t think I have ever wore my lenses this long and they start to hurt a bit. Just keep them in for a few more moments. Be subtle. ‘My question is about the literature.’

Professor Marshall tilts his head. ‘Are you okay, miss— Penny?’

Apparently I’m not at all subtle. ‘Just my lenses, that’s it.’

‘You can take them out. Please, go ahead.’

Thankfully I brought my stuff with me and I grab my bag, searching for my glasses and lenses case. ‘The literature that is required for the assignment… There isn’t a list provided by you and I have a hard time finding some.’ I remove one of my lenses and continue to take out the other. Gosh, the relief. I put the glasses on and place both cases in the backpack.

‘I can email you a list of literature you can use,’ he says. ‘Why is it giving you difficulties?’

I shrug. ‘I don’t know, professor.’

‘Walter,’ he says.

Huh? ‘Excuse me, what?’

‘It’s after school,’ he continues, ‘so you can quit with calling me professor and start calling me Walter, okay?’

Walter. Seems so personal, so intimate. Not complaining at all, if I’m being honest. I nod. ‘Okay, I’ll try.’

‘Why did you choose psychology, Penny?’ he asks.

That’s a deep question. It’s almost like a first date (if I have to believe the movies, because yours truly never went on a date in her life). Why does he even care? ‘My parents thought it was important I went to university. They wanted me to become a doctor or lawyer, but I’m not that intellectually gifted. Besides, psychology might give me more of an idea of who I am or what I am. I traveled after high school, hoping to figure out who I am, but so far, no luck.’

Professor Marshall nods. ‘And you think criminology is gonna help you with that?’

I chuckle. ‘No, it’s not. Originally, I wanted to go for the child psychology course, to see if I could understand myself better through that, but I missed the enrolling date. It was either criminology or animal behavior.’

‘Animal behavior? That’s a course?’

‘Mhm.’

He nods. ‘Well, you’re really good in criminology,’ he says. ‘We could’ve used you in the force.’

I run my fingers through my hair and smile nervously. ‘No, I don’t think so.’

‘You noticed the droopy eyelid. Took detectives long enough before they realized that.’

‘Lucky guess.’

Professor Marshall leans back in his seat. ‘You’ve got to stop undermining yourself,’ he notes. ‘You are sharp, notice the details. You have a lot of potential, in this field or any other. I think you just don’t know it yet.’

My cheeks heat up. Is he saying what I think he is saying? ‘Really?’

He nods. ‘Really,’ he confirms. The professor keeps looking at me, but weirdly enough I don’t feel uncomfortable. ‘Tell me something what you want to find out about yourself.’

I clear my throat. ‘I don’t know yet.’

‘Tell me something about yourself then,’ he says. ‘Something that’s a foundation for who you are.’

I bite my lip and try to think of something. What is a foundation of who I am? ‘Well,’ I say, after contemplating for a moment or two, ‘I was adopted after I was left at a Catholic church doorstep when I was few hours old. I was brought to a hospital, where they found out I was a premature baby with heroin in my blood. They never discovered who my parents were.’

‘Oh, Penny,’ he says. ‘I’m so sorry.’

He is sorry for me? I bite my lip, before I say: ‘My adoptive parents are sweet, they really are, but I’m scared sometimes.’

‘Why?’

‘Well, because if I’m that unloveable at a few hours old, I bet I’ll become that later on, you know? Especially when they will find out that I might not even work in this field, because it’s not where my heart is.’

He places his underarms on his desk, folding his hands together. ‘You’re not unloveable,’ he says in a soft tone, ‘you could never be.’

I smile. ‘We’ll just have to see about that.’

The professor squints his eyes for a few seconds, almost as if he is trying to figure me out without asking anymore questions. ‘Tell me, what field has your heart?’

‘Cosmetology school,’ I say. ‘I know, a huge downgrade from this, but… I love stuff like that.’

He is smiling at me. ‘It’s not a downgrade,’ he says, his town a bit lower than before. ‘I bet you would be great at it.’

I clear my throat, a bit taken aback by the impromptu therapy session. ‘Thank you, Walter, for answering my questions. I feel like I’m bombarding you with questions to a point where it gets annoying.’

He shakes his head. ‘Don’t you worry about it, you could never annoy me.’ He grabs a piece of paper and writes something down on it, as I stand up. ‘Here.’

‘What’s that?’

‘My number. If you have another question or anything else, you can always text or call me.’

✎ ✎ ✎

Of course I have another question. Is it inappropriate to ask this much time and attention of your professor? I almost think it is, but I really want to understand the assignment and my other teachers aren’t as nice as Walter.

While I wish I wasn’t doing this entire major, I do want to prove myself, especially in my criminology class. I don’t want to let him down.

Oh my, have I taken an interest in my professor? That would be improper behavior, right? Isn’t this totally illegal?

Well, my feelings aren’t and he does not feel the same way, so nothing will happen anyway. No need to think about the illegality of the situation when it’ll never get that far.

I grab my phone nonetheless and the piece of paper and add him to my contacts as Walter. I check his profile picture. It’s a slightly blurry photo of Walter sitting in a police car, but even through the blurry pixels, I can still recognize him. The same type of sweater. The messy curls, the beard and the deep frown between his thick brows.

Me: Professor Marshall, can I ask you something?

Me: This is Penny btw

Walter: What did I tell you, Penny?

Me: Oh, I’m sorry

Me: Walter

Walter: Atta girl

My eyes widen as I read his text, while my heart skips a few beats. ‘Oh,’ I whisper to myself. This is making me slightly giddy. What is happening here?

Walter: What’s your question?

Me: I’m still having troubles with the literature

Me: You know what? I’m sorry, I am totally asking to much of your time and I shouldn’t do that.

Me: Forget it, I’m sorry

Walter: No, no, no, Penny, it’s alright.

Walter: I gave you my number, remember?

Me: Right…

Walter: The literature is your only question?

Me: Yes

Me: It’s just a lot and I don’t know which piece of literature is applicable to my case

Walter: You had case four, right?

Me: Yes

Walter: I’ll send you a list of the literature you can use

Me: You sure it’s not too much?

Walter: I’m sure

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During my counseling skills class I am in the back of the lecture hall and heavily distracted. This professor is incredibly boring and really enjoys hearing himself talk. However, I’m occupied enough. Since there is no on behind or next to me, I open another tab on my laptop, to see I have yet another message from Walter.

Yes, I said Walter. I’m not in class, so it’s not professor Marshall.

Walter: Still in class?

Me: Yes, still am.

Me: What are you doing?

Walter: Consulting on a case for the NYP

Me: Do you miss working for the police force?

Walter: I do

Me: Why aren’t you working for the police now?

Walter: I’m suspended

Me: Do I want to know what you did?

Walter: I may or may not have yelled at some guy, thrown around some chairs during interrogation.

Walter: Thanks to me we solved the case though

Me: Remind me to always be on your good side 😅 😅

Walter: You are, Penny

Walter: Don’t you worry 😉

Me: Do you enjoy being a teacher?

Walter: No, not in the slightest

Walter: How are your assignments holding up?

Me: It’s going okay… It’s just a lot.

Walter: I bet

Me: It kinda feels like I’m drowning

Me: Already

Walter: You need help?

Me: I can’t ask that of you

Walter: You didn’t ask, I offered.

Me: Okay detective 🙄

Walter: Did you just roll your eyes at me?

Me: No, sir, I didn’t 🙈

Walter: I can help you out, I promise

Me: Where?

Walter: My loft?

Me: Your loft?

Walter: Yes, I can pick you up from somewhere

Me: You have crime scene pictures around your place?

Walter: I’ll have them gone by the time you get there

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