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echobx · 28 days

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soulmates 2 - jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: y/n faces her new reality and makes a tough decision

warnings: smut (masturbation), hurt/comfort, yelling, emotional turbulences (?)

word count: 2.9k

author's note: I wish I knew what I was doing ¯\_(ఠ ͟ʖ ఠ)_/¯

part 1

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Three flights of stairs up and through the door you walked past your mom and fell into your bed, crying. “Did something happen?” she asked through the closed door. “Did he hurt you?” “No, he didn't,” you cried and heard the door open and close, a few footsteps before she sat down by your side. “Bean, what happened?” she asked sweetly and stroked over your hair as your face was still pressed into the pillows. “I hate the universe, mom,” you mumbled and cried some more. The only thing that made it hurt less was that JJ didn't interrupt your thoughts. “Oh baby,” she sighed and pulled you into a hug. You sniveled and she hugged you tighter. “Tell me.”

You tried to collect your thoughts and focus on the words rather than your tears. “We were out for lunch and then- I don't know why now, why me, why him- I can't break his heart, mom, I just can't,” you cried. “Oh, Bean, I'm so sorry,” she whispered and wiped your tears away. You were glad that she let you feel sad about it, although you knew she was probably internally screaming about how happy she was for you to find your person. “How am I supposed to tell him?” you asked quietly, hoping for an easy answer. “I never had to break up with someone, but I think being honest and gentle would be the best approach,” she suggested, and it hit you like a ton of bricks. She had never had to go through this heartbreak, this pain and feeling like you were betraying someone you thought you might love. For her, it had been a smooth slope from best friends to partners to the confirmation that she had always been meant for her dad. “He wants to come over later,” you said sheepishly, unsure if it would actually be a good idea. “Do you want him to?” she asked and brushed over your hair again. “I don't know. My head is all over the place,” you admitted and she nodded. “It's an adjustment, I know.” “You already told Dad, didn't you,” you sighed, knowing well enough now that there was no way to conceal your thoughts from the other, especially when it was something this personal to either of you. “Can't help it,” she admitted with a smile.

“Tell me about him, not Kelce, I already know that one,” she chuckled. “I don't know that much. He's a waiter-” you wanted to keep talking, but JJ interrupted your thoughts. ‘And surfer, and most importantly a way better kisser than that Kook of yours.’ “Uhm, anyway,” you mumbled, and your mother couldn't help but smile as she saw how you were acting. “You could invite him over, just to talk. I would like to get to know him,” she spoke quietly, as if she was scared that he would hear her, which was impossible. “I don't know if that would be wise,” you whispered. “You want to break up with Kelce first, I understand. I can only imagine how much that's going to hurt both of you,” she sighed and hugged you again. ‘That feels weird. What's happening?’ JJ asked. ‘I’m hugging my mom. Can you not spy on me right now?’ you snapped at him, maybe a bit too harsh, but he just chuckled. ‘I’m trying very hard not to, but your emotional turbulence is making it difficult for me to remember the orders.’ “Sorry,” you said out loud, forgetting completely that he wasn't actually next to you. “Why are you sorry? You don't have to be sorry for not being fond of breaking the boy's heart,” your mom said before realizing that you hadn't been talking to her. “Oh,” she exclaimed and smiled. “I'm going to talk to him tonight, explain it all, and hopefully he won't hurt JJ,” you told your mom, making sure that JJ was aware too. “I'm gonna be here for you, and your dad too. We won't let anything happen to you,” she assured you. ‘Great, and I'll go break his ugly nose when he even tries to make you feel bad about this,’ JJ said and paired it with a memory of his fist connecting to Kelce’s jaw. ‘Don’t show me shit like that, I still care about him,’ you told him as you watched your mom leave your room. ‘I don't want either of you getting hurt.’ ‘Fine.’ You could feel him rolling his eyes at you. ‘Good,’ you hissed. ‘Are you free tomorrow? We could go on a date,’ he suggested. ‘First I have to deal with my boyfriend, then I can think of other things. Now shush, I have to think clearly,’ you shut him up, and he just laughed before leaving you to be by yourself.

You texted Kelce to meet you for dinner at your place and then spent the remaining four hours in between figuring out how to explain it all without having to hurt him too much. In the shower your mind slipped back to how JJ had looked at you, his comment about wanting to kiss you. You couldn't stop yourself from thinking about him, his physique, his eyes, his smile, his laugh, his voice that was even more attractive out loud than inside your head. You found yourself thrusting your own fingers into your pussy as he filled out your whole mind and being. ‘Fuck princess, I'm trying to have a conversation with my friends. Can you stop thinking about how much you wanna fuck me?’ His daring laugh echoed in your mind as the hot water ran over your body. Instead of stopping you decided to take a step further, picturing yourself in your favorite lingerie set, knowing well enough how much more difficult that would make it for him. ‘Are you always this dirty?’ he asked, and you could feel him trying to control his thoughts, not wanting to let you see what he actually wanted to think of. ‘No, but I'm very emotional,’ you replied and he chuckled. ‘You really wanna fuck yourself while thinking about me before you break his heart? Do you even understand how hot that is?’ He sounded way needier than he had intended and a picture of his hands roaming your body, pressing you into the wall at the Country Club and kissing you appeared in your mind. But it wasn't your thought, no, and that made it even worse. ‘I bet you taste even better than I can imagine,’ he growled, and you lost control over your own body. Your orgasm washed over you as you panted, your head leaning against the baby blue tiles. ‘Did you just-’ He couldn't even finish his sentence as you cut him off. ‘I trust you to never tell anyone about what just happened. No one! Ever!’ you urged. ‘Why would I ever let anyone know?’ ‘I’ve never done that before, not like this,’ you admitted. ‘I could make you feel even better, princess,” he mused, and you had to laugh. ‘You can pick me up from school tomorrow, but only if tonight goes to plan. I hope it does,’ you thought to yourself and then a wave of warmth spread through your body. ‘Are we even now?’ ‘Yeah, next time you could warn me. I don't know how to explain that one to them,’ he said, and you could feel your heart beating a bit faster. ‘You haven't told them yet?’

Instead of replying JJ just showed you a memory of his: He was sitting on a couch on a porch, looking out onto the march; a yard with hammocks hanging from an old tree, a hot tub and a pier with a small boat docked to it were in his eyesight before he turned his head to look at his friends. “I never really believed in it anyway, are you sure?” JJ asked the curly haired boy. “Am I sure?” the boy laughed, and a girl looked at him slightly disgusted. “Yeah, are you, because I think it's bullshit. Sarah Cameron, the Kook Princess? Be for fucking real John B!” she snapped at him. “Do I look like I have a choice? She's with Topper, you know how much that hurts?” You could hear the pain in John B's voice. “You had a crush on her for years, it just seems too convenient to be true. It seems too perfect, and we all know the stats, okay?” Another boy, tall and dark skinned, spoke up. “Pope is right, the odds are so low, you can't blame us for doubting it,” JJ said, and you could feel that he had wanted nothing more than to believe his best friend, but the other two brought up good arguments. “You just don't get it, none of you will until you experience it yourself,” John B sounded angry as he got up and walked inside. “Pretty slim chances,” JJ mumbled and the memory vanished.

“Oh,” you sighed out loud and got the immense urge to hug him. ‘Yeah, I don't want them to tear you to pieces,’ he admitted. ‘But they don't know me,’ you thought, yet the unsettling feeling that they would hate you didn't leave you alone. ‘I shouldn't have told you about that, not right now, not before- I'm sorry,’ he apologized. ‘Can you feel me hugging you?’ You had to laugh, because even though your connection with him got stronger with every single thought you shared, it was still not more than a cute phrase, yet it gave you hope. ‘JJ?’ you asked after some time, and while trying to figure out what to wear. ‘Yeah?’ he replied, while still only picturing himself holding you tightly. ‘How does one break up with someone else?’ you asked and hoped he knew the answer. ‘If it were me, I wouldn't want you to lie about it. I mean, it would be easier, but he's gonna find out anyway. You should tell him all, not just half of it,’ he was so calm about it that it made you not be as scared for what was to come. ‘My mom wants to meet you,’ you let him know just to distract yourself while putting on your clothes; a pair of jeans and a hoodie. ‘All right, but maybe not that quick. I think we should start slow,’ he told you, and you had to agree, it was all so very fast already. Just this morning you hadn't even thought about ever meeting your soulmate, and now you were about to break up with your boyfriend for said soulmate; it was all quite fast, actually. ‘I will leave you to it, if you need me just call,’ he let you know before your mind went quiet again.

You sat at the dinner table and watched your parents cook. They always cooked together, not losing a single word as they were inside their own bubble. You admired them, how easy everything always seemed. They rarely ever fought, and you finally understood why, you could finally understand why your parents acted the way they did. And you hoped that you could be like this too, one day, to have a complete understanding between JJ and you, to never have to question your love because you could be certain he felt the same. The knocking on the door ripped you out of your thoughts, and you jumped up, your parents turning around and giving you a warm, encouraging smile.

“Hey,” you sighed as you looked at Kelce. He had brought you flowers, and you felt your heart breaking a little. “I didn't know what to bring,” he said nervously. You had never seen him this nervous. “Are you feeling better?” You nodded and let him inside, taking the flowers and putting them in a vase as he greeted your parents. “Thank you for letting me have dinner with you, Mr. and Mrs. y/l/n,” he thanked them politely before taking his usual seat at the table. “It's always a pleasure,” your dad replied, and you could see your mum hit him in the side and wondered what he might have thought about to cause her to do it. ‘I don't know how to do this,’ you cried out for help and hoped that JJ could help you. ‘I could come over, you just have to tell me where you live,” he suggested, and you were so lost in him that you didn't notice the water overflowing the vase and running down the drain. “Honey,” your mom ripped you out of it and started taking care of the flowers for you. “Sorry,” you mumbled. ‘If you were in his shoes, would you want to eat before or rather after someone trampled on your heart?’ JJ asked, but you didn't have an answer for him. “Before,” you whispered to yourself, looking down at your feet and Kelce looked at you confused. You walked over to him and looked at him, feeling your heart squeeze at how horribly it would hurt to have to tell him the truth. ‘All right, that hurts,’ JJ sighed. ‘Sorry,’ you let it slip while trying to find the words you wanted to tell Kelce.

‘Kelce, I have to talk to you about something important,’ JJ helped you out, and you simply repeated the words out loud. “Is everything okay? You've been acting weird all day, sugar,” Kelce noted. “Maybe we should go to my room,” you mumbled and walked to the back of the small flat and into the small room that you called your own. He followed you and placed himself on the edge of your bed after you had sat down in your desk chair. “I don't- You have to understand that I didn't mean for this to happen, it was a mistake really,” you started talking and JJ interrupted you. ‘You’re making it sound like you cheated on him. Very bad idea, princess.” “I mean, I had no say in it and I want to tell you before anything happens, before-” Your throat felt like it was closing up as you looked into his confused face. “Y/n, what are you trying to tell me?” he asked quietly. ‘Don’t forget to breathe, love,’ JJ whispered in your head, and you had to close your eyes to focus on the words. “We have to break up,” you pressed out before opening your eyes and looking at the confused boy in front of you. “What?” he asked. “I can't be with you anymore, I'm sorry,” you said with a monotonous voice. “Why?” Kelce was completely caught off guard. “I don't understand-” “It wasn't my choice, you have to understand-” you tried to explain yourself. It seemed to dawn on him what had happened, and he got up and started pacing. “Who?” he suddenly snapped at you, and you flinched at the anger he had in his voice. You didn't want to tell him, not after he had just reacted like this. “It doesn't matter who,” you whispered. ‘I’m gonna kill him if he hurts you,’ JJ hissed because he could feel that the fear you were now experiencing was a different one than before. “I think it matters a lot,” Kelce barked at you and you flinched again. “It's no one's fault. If I could change it I would, please believe me,” you told him but the way he was acting made you question what had ever made you feel drawn to him at all.

“Who!” he demanded and got closer to you, your heart racing as your father ripped the door open. “Step away, Kelce,” he told him calmly and the boy did as he was told. “I deserve to know who it is, that's the least you could do,” he said in a broken voice. “You will hurt him,” you whispered, and a tear ran down your cheek. ‘Tell him. I can take care of myself. He won't let you go unless you tell him, and you can't lie either,’ JJ told you and your heart felt even heavier thinking about how much could go wrong. “Promise me to not hurt him, please Kelce,” you begged and he nodded. “Fine, I promise,” he rushed out the words. “JJ-” You had barely managed to say his name as Kelce's fist found the wall and punched a hole into it. “Out!” Your dad barked at him and pulled him away. “JJ fucking Maybank? Are you kidding me? He's a fucking thief, y/n! He's nothing but a dirty Pogue!” he yelled back at you as your dad kicked him out. “I'm sorry,” you cried out before falling into your mother's arms. “I'm so sorry.” ‘Are you okay?’ JJ’s words melted into the ones of your mom. “No,” you replied, and she hugged you tighter. “Never liked him anyway,” your dad huffed. “George!” your mom admonished him, but you had to laugh about it. “What? Am I not allowed to be honest anymore,” he chuckled and joined into the hug. “I'm sorry, Bean. That wasn't as smooth as you had hoped.” “No, it wasn't,” you mumbled, but your tears had already stopped flowing. “I only made enough pasta for three anyway,” your mom whispered and the three of you started laughing. ‘All right, what's happening? This is confusing me,’ JJ asked and instead of replying you just pictured yourself kissing his cheek. ‘I guess I'll see you tomorrow after school, cupcake,’ he chuckled, and then he left you alone to have dinner with your parents and try to reconcile with all the feelings that you had had to deal with that day.

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part 3

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snailsrneat · 2 years

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Love Gardener

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Scernario:

MC opens their arms after a long day and says "I need love and affection." Their S/O happily obliges.

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Heartslabyul Edition-

Riddle:

Boy is shy af

Once the question fully leaves your lips he turns scarlet

You thought he was angry at you for asking such a "insolent" question and was about to leave when he grabbed your wrist

He stuttered out, "I-I would like t-that very much."

Smiling you lead him over to the bed, lay down and pat your chest, signaling him to lay down as well

Shakily he sat down, and laid his head on the spot you were patting

Shy boy quickly turns into emotional boy

He's never experienced affection quite like cuddling

(Mother Rosehearts is awoman of high class, she can't be seen being affection, even to her own flesh and blood)

He cries softly into your shoulder whilst you pet his hair and whisper sweet nothings to him

Eventually he falls asleep from crying so much ❤️‍🩹

"*sniff*Mother...*sniff* why?"

Ace Trappola:

Oooh boi

Now listen Ace, while very physical affectionate, is a tsundere

With that comes his denial of liking any physical affection

You could be straight up hugging him like a koala to it's tree and he would say, "You're so needy all the time, give me some space."

Then 5 minutes after giving him said space he goes,"..I actually liked that could you do that again?"

This mf-

But anyway, once you ask him for some much needed cuddles he "reluctantly" agrees

On the inside however

He's doing the f-ing Carleton

He stoked to hear that you want to be so close to him ❤

"Huh? You want t-to cuddle? F-fine, but don't be surprised when I take all the blankets."

Deuce Spade:

Mans is both excited and scared

More accurately, a nervous wreck

He's never been this close to with anyone besides his mom

(Deuce 100% would cuddle with his mom when he was a little kid)

Being so close is a new experience for him

However he was determined to learn

When you guys went to cuddle his shoulders became as stiff as rocks, face bright pink, and heartbeat about to jump out of his chest

You tried petting the top of his head to calm him down a bit but that just made him more tense

So you just decided the best course of action was to lay on his chest

Don't ask him about his heartbeat, because he's just gonna turn into a stuttering mess💙

"My heartbeat? I- uhm, it's just that- uhm"

Trey Clover:

Mans is too sweet

The moment those words leave your lips he stops everything

(Which made you a little scared that he was upset at you)

He looks over at you with the sweetest, most adoring gaze and says

"Of course darling, just let me finish making these sweets for the unbirthday party and I'll cuddle you for however long you need."

HHehdbshjwvsjHavshduehhsAAAAAAAA

IT'S TOO CUTE MAKE IT STOP

Once he finishes up he carries over to his room and attacks you with his love

Like legitimately bombs you with kisses and hugs and IT'S TOO MUCH

GAAAAAAAH💚

"You know you can for cuddles anytime. All you to do is just ask."

Cater Diamond:

My boy here is exploding both on the inside and the outside

Long story short, he's all over you oon the outside and completely panicking on the inside

To be quite honest with you I don't think Cater is quite used to tons of affection

He probably isn't even that touchy of a person tbh

But when it comes to you

He just melts into your arms

All he wants is to lay his head on your tummy and listen to the sounds of your heartbeat and gurgling of your stomach

He also doesn't want this to ever end so let's hope you went pee before bed🧡

"What are doing babe? Stay with me, it gets cold without you here."

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Hello everyone! No I am not dead, just trying recover after some serious burnout. Sorry I didn't tell y'all about it but I'm back and I'm hopefully gonna start making posts more. I plan on making a masterlist to both introduce people to me and my blog but also make it easier for people to find whatever the heck work of mine they want to read. I have something pretty big coming in the very soon future that I'm very excited about and I hope you all are as well. Anyway, thank you for reading this end part rant and I hope you all have an amazing day.

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arxxq · 1 year

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"TREAT MY DAUGHTER/SON LIKE THE PRINCE/PRINCESS THEY ARE.." ♡

"I'm way ahead of that sir...I've already treated more than that"

≡;- ꒰ Where Mikage Reo meets his lover's family lovely family꒱

ׂׂૢWhat could go wrong right? [PURE FLUFF] [WRITING ON MY TABLET] [MISTAKES WILL BE FIXED LATER ON] [IF I ACCIDENTALLY DID SMTH WRONG WITH THE PRONOUNCE I APOLOGISE]

A/N: its been a while, sorry its just my pre exam or smth has been bothering me but I'm doing good so far, I hope you enjoy this :) I'm sorry if its bad I'm getting rusty

Mikage Reo, a rich boy who loved you so much. He loved you alot because well you never saw him for his money but you loved him for who he is. The boy loves you so much that sometimes he wish he didn't have to leave your side. He loved how you supported him for every decision he makes and that includes his dream in football.

You see you loved him too, yes you absolutely did but there was a slight problem. Although you have been in a relationship with him for so long now...you never told your parents nor anyone in the family and well you never told him how well known you were actually. But you're glad that Reo never cared of so.

Now back to original topic, you absolutely avoid talking about relationships with your parents. Why you ask? Well your parents are okay their absolutely the best but your father, he well isn't the best to talk to when it comes to romantic situations. After all your mother and him fell in love due to an arranged marriage.

Your father is also quite over protective of you. You don't mind but it can be a bit embarrassing from time to time. He still sees you as the princess/prince he raised from when you are little.

Your mother meanwhile, she's great to talk to about these but you know she won't be able to keep it in from the family, she would most likely be the one to tell everyone and your father would look at you dead in the eye.

Your brother? Nah he is not the best person to tell it too, man you would probably die from his teasings and you will never get the end of it. Lastly your sister. No absolutely not. That sounds like an even worser nightmare. Your sister is just as overprotective as your father and knowing her she'd probably some sort of loyalty test by trying flirt.

So yes, no one in the household was there for you to tell this too...well maybe there was. Your personal maid. She was the person you told everything and she even suggested you that you should probably just ask them and well you were quite hesitant but you did it. It went sort of like...

[FLASHBACK]

Everyone were just eating on the dinner table as normal and well it was very very awkward. There was nothing but silence and well you were intimidated and you were thinking to tell it another day until your maid interrupted.

"Uhm madam I'm sorry to interrupt but I think your son/daughter has something to tell you all," everyone looked at you now and you were starting to get anxious since your brother was smirking, your father and sister had a confused face and your mother looked well delighted as always.

"Really..Why didn't you say that earlier honey?" Your mom asked and you sighed. "Sorry mother..but I'll just get to the point," you apologised. You are completely frightened but you knew you can't keep it for too long. "I'm in a relationship with someone and I'd like you all to meet him.."

The sound of your mother's fork dropped and the way you can feel your father and sister's eyes practically piercing into you soul. Your brother meanwhile kept cooing "oooo"

"Sure love we'd love to see him right (d/n).." now there's a thing about your mother, she may seem sweet but everyone has a dark side and currently your mother was giving the face that says "you better say yes"

Your father sighs in defeat. "Fine..we'd love to meet him at 7.00pm sharp tomorrow right in the living room,"

Based on his tone it was not going to go well.

[BACK TO THE PRESENT]

You were now pacing back and forth in the kitchen of your house that is until you heard the doorbell. You wonder who it could be afterall it is still 6.30pm in the evening and Reo wasn't supposed to be here till 7.

You opened the door and it was none other than your beloved. "Reo...you're early," you were mesmerised, you told him he didn't have to wear such formal attire but he did and he looked absolutely beautiful. Reo chuckled. "You like what you see love?"

"Like it? No I love it dear, I'm so glad you're here," "well I knew you would like it if I came early than told..heh,"

So for the whole 30 minutes you and reo managed to spend it together alone. It was now 7.00, your mother entered the house along with your father and your mother was absolutely surprised.

"My my you must be our prince(ss) lover, you came very early early than told I'm sorry if we kept you waiting !"

《TIMESKIP》

Sadly your brother couldn't make it so it was just you, your sister, your father and mother. While you can't help but notice that your mom had already loved reo so much so you weren't worried about her but your sister and father it wasn't going to well.

"Mikage reo..as in the heir of the mikage corporation?" Your sister added on. Reo looked at her and smiled. "Yes ma'am,"

Your father than joined the conversation. "That doesn't but what matters is that is that have you treat my daughter/son like the Prince/Princess they are?"

This question stunned everyone in the dinner table but reo seem unfazed by it an laughed and you were really scared. "Are you mocking me young sir?"

"No no not at all, with all due respect sir I have never treated them in that way," your father was about to burst out but reo continued. "Wait before you get mad you should let me finish, that's quite impolite you know.."

"I've never had the need to treat them like you say so because..."

"I've already treated them like a Queen/King they deserved to be."

You were absolutely shocked with his response and you weren't the only one. Your father looked speechless along with your mother and sister.

"I had doubts but I guess I was wrong...what do you think father...do you accept it?" Your sister questioned. You held in a breathe very afraid. "I approved of this relationship...from now own I trust that you will treat her right like no man will ever do so, not even me her own father could do so.."

And you burst into joy while embracing reo in a hug full of joy and relieve. "See I told you didn't I..I goy it all under control" he whispered..softly.

This was one of the happiest moment's of your life especially since it was with the love of your life.

Reblogs are highly appreciated

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All works of Arxx/Hasinah

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kodzukenmaaa · 10 months

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SERENDIPITY ┊Kazehaya Shouta

i. CHAPTER ONE; NEW ENVIRONMENT

"NICE TO MEET you, I'm Egashira Momoko, you can just call me Momoko." Said a girl with her red hair put up on a pig tail.

"Nice to meet you, Momoko." Smiled Y/n.

Some of the girls went to her table as soon the teacher left the class for a moment, introducing themselves, getting to know each other.

"Say, what did you eat to make you that tall?" A girl named Hana, leaning her back to her desk. Hana has long black hair that Y/n herself found it very beautiful. She pulled her hair back with a pink headband.

"Oh, I don't know. I played a lot of basketball with my brothers." Replied Y/n, fidgeting her fingers.

"The boys gonna have to look up to you whenever they talk to you," laughs Hana.

"Oh, don't be like that, Hana-chan." Momoko giggles, somehow Hana's comment and Momoko and others laugh made her self conscious.

She's aware that her height is far taller than other girls around her age, Her cousins that are girls, their height didn't even reach her ears. She even asks her mom if her height is normal for her age, and her mom answers that it's normal telling her that she was the same height as her when she was in her age.

"What should we call you?" Himari starts making her beaming at the question.

"N/n-chan is fine!"

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"Hey, wanna play together?" Y/n asked Hana and others, her eyes lit up as the class was over, and it's break time. Her e/c sparkling with joy.

"Oh, uhm, actually, I'm going to the restroom with Momoko." Hana replied, taking Momoko's wrist in her hand in a hurry. Momoko, who was sitting down, went up to her feet very quickly from being pulled up by the black haired girl.

"I'll come with then!" Y/n declared, Hana shakes her head.

"No, no, no, you stay here. we won't be long anyway." Hana pulls Momoko's wrist, leading her to the restroom, sharing a laugh with the red head.

"Hey, I haven't seen the school playground, Should we play there?" Y/n turned to the girls with her hands behind hiding her nervousness, looking at each one for them, earning no reply until her attention instantly shifted to one of them holding their stomach.

"Oh my stomach, it's cramping!" one of them leaning their body forward a little while holding her stomach. "Im gonna need to use the toilet." She quickly ran past the h/c.

"Wait, Sae!" The other two girls suddenly ran past her too with one of them yelling from the door, "Just stay there, we won't be long! Then we can show you the playground." Before following Sae to the restroom, leaving her behind.

"Okay then, dont be long..." She whispered, sitting back down to her chair.

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Kazehaya Shota was playing around with his friends, joking around as they walked to the playground after taking back their ball from the teacher. "Gosh, I missed it again." Shota picked up a familiar voice of his classmate and unconsciously eavesdropped on the conversation on the stairs.

"I'll give you my notes later." Momoko told Hana.

"Thanks."

"What subjects did you miss?"

"Math and English, this sucks my grades gonna drop if this continues."

"N/n-chan is still new, I'm sure it'll drop soon."

Y/n and Hana sit quite next to each other. He remembered that a while ago, Y/n looked around and tapped Hana shoulders.

"It better be, or my mom will kill me, don't anyone that I said this, but I think Y/n is a little annoying for a new girl." Hana and the girls walk in front of Kazehaya and his friends.

"She's just trying to adjust." One of her friends defends. A short girl, brunette named Rika. She nervously smiles at the tension between her friends.

"Still, I dont remember you like that when you moved here." Hana huffed, crossing her arms.

"Should we just leave her in class?"

"Just leave her be, I'm sure she'll be fine anyway with her tall self."

"What's wrong with you girls?" Shouta asked them from behind. He can't help but ask about what they're talking about.

"Oh, Kazehaya-kun! Hana-chan was just telling us that N/n-chan missed taking notes." Momoko answered.

"Oh, you mean that new tall girl in your class? She's so huge!" Laughs Yoshida Kei holding the basketball above his head.

"Yeah, like a giant!"

They laugh except Kazehaya, who feels guilty. The moment she walks in, she doesn't really stand up straight with her chin up. She looks down.

"I know what to do. Let's go back to the class!" The boys ran back upstairs, snickering.

"Where are you going?" Shouta question echoed through the quiet hall. The girls followed them, wondering what they were going to do.

"Come on, Kazehaya, it'll be fun!" he swallowed, trying to rid the lump in his throat. He had a bad feeling about them changing their plans from going to tricks with the basketball to going back to their class. He wanted to leave, but he's worried it's what he thinks it is.

They didn't wait for him, hurrying back to class with the hesitating Shouta catching up behind.

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noemitenshi · 8 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you have any thoughts on the fact that troy does drink? I mean, obviously it's not hard to know why (his parents), but the fact he makes the conscious choice to not drink has always been really interesting to me. I feel like it kinda says a lot about him and how aware his of the fact he doesn't wanna be like his dad idk.

And also the fact he's pretty quick to break his no rule (I kinda assume he has a no drugs rule as well?) when nick asks him to despite clearly not being that into it at first feels noteworthy

Boy do I have thoughts! Ok more about the fact that he let's himself be pushed around... than the actual 'no alcohol' rule.

But let's start with the no aclohol rule regardless haha. I think he is very aware what it did to his mom, primarily. Like, it's not necessarily about not wanting to be like his dad, at least that's how I see it. It's more about Tracy. He saw what it did to her (had to help her clean up after herself, too, I think, from early on) and... the few good glimpses of his mom he had, they were overshadowed but all the other things caused by alcohol. So I think that's why he went NOPE NOPE NOPE about it.

Ok I also have this horrible HC that Jeremiah made him drink alcohol when he was very young (let's say 6 or 7) even though he really didn't want to. And he can still feel his dad force that despicable liquid down his throat, probably laughing about how kid!troy splutters and chokes on it... whenever someone offers him a drink. So yeah he is very much NO THANKS about it.

(I do think he doesn't want to be like his dad either, but this feels more like an uhm subconscious thing. Like he isn't fully aware of it (yet= in s3). I don't have any hard evidence on this though. I think Troy is in this weird space where he knows how his parents were towards him was not ok. But then he thinks he deserves it because his family has been telling him since the very beginning how wrong and bad he is and so *of course* they are like that to him. (He still doesn't want to be like that towards his own kids if he ever has any i think).)

Now, about Nick and how he just gives him a look) if I remember correctly and Troy just taking the pills even though, as you say, he is not into it. I think that comes back to his boundary issues and all that follows from that. The fact that he can't say no to people he loves (platonically or otherwise), the fact that he wants to please. The fact that he will go above and beyond for HIS people. Nick tells him what to do and he does say no at first, it's like he's testing how serious Nick is about it. And when Nick persists, well, Troy doesn't want to make him unhappy. Feels like he owes him whatever he can give him for being his friend (staying with him after the horrible horde business). And so he does.

Thank you for the ask and have a great day 🧡

#troy otto #nick clark #ask #ftwd

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andromythical · 3 months

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PJO FINALE SPOILERS!!

"Look - You didn't ask to be a half-blood" OOH IM GAGGED. the swordfighting flashbacks??? "I warned you. If you're not careful, you'll find out who I am." OH THAT IS MY PERCY JACKSON RIGHT THERE!! THE WAVE GOING AROUND HIM????? HE SLASHED ARES' ACHILLES TENDON.... OH MY GODS. OHH HADES' HELM.. "tell Hades I expect him to do the same.... please." OHH THE ZEUS CONVERSATION IN THE CABIN ! "I'm done running from monsters. This is too important, I have to try." ANNABETH GIVIJG HIM HER NECKLACE IM SICKKK

"just to be clear, how sure are we we cant explain all of this in an email?" "Where's the glory in that? WOAH. OLYMPUS IS SO COOL???? I WOULD KILL TO LIVE THERE. ohh another Percy and Luke flashback.. THE SPIDER/DEMIGOD COMPARISON?? "Things that are small and scary.. get squished." HOLY SHIT. oh the council room is not at all as cool as I thought. r.i.p Lance Reddik, absolute legend 🫡 OHHH THIS IS SO GOOD THIS IS SOOOO GOOD. "BOY. the war proceeds, it ends with victory." oh wow. oh wowwee. "They obey, because theyre afraid." TOA REFERENCE?? OH MY GODS OH MU GODS POSEIDON SAVING PERCY IM THROWING UP IM ILL!! "Take your victory, just spare my son." number 1 dad alert?? THEY'RE SPEAKING ANCIENT GREEK??? WHAT?? THIS IS SO COOL??? "Make sure I never see this one again" uhm about that... "The sea does not like to be restrained" HE SAID THE LINE!!! HE SAID THE LINE!! ohh they both love Sally so much I'm dying. "Do you ever dream about mom?" ohhh I'm sobbing. THE LOOK ON PERCY'S FACE WHEN POSEIDONS HAND PULLS AWAY?? ARE THOSE THE STOLL BROTHERS?? OR CASTOR AND POLLUX?? ohh they're hugging. oooh they're strategizing. CLARISSE!! leave my girl ALONE!! "And you should be betrayed by one who calls you a friend" oh honeyyy :( HES FIGURING IT OUT. THE FIREWORKS LIGHTING LUKES SCAR?? "I didn't think you'd give them to Grover to wear." he likes Grover, he didn't want Grover to be hurt because he was his first proper protector, he lead him, Annie, and Thalia to safety, to camp, Luke DIDN'T WANT TO HURT GROVER. Ohh walker and Charlie's acting is insane... BACKBITER ??? ohh this is so good kid from the musical coded. "This isn't you!! 🥺🥺" Luke's face when Percy said he met Hermes is making me SOB. oh this fight scene is so sick... ANNABETH??? Luke's face?? HE WENT THROUGH THE GATEWAY?? I'm crying. "I don't think he does either, that's what scares me." OHHHH. "You are a leader in the eyes of your fellow half-bloods." HES TWELVE ??? 😭😭 "Percy?? That's your name??" Oh Dionysus I love you. ANNABETHS HAIR DEVOURED??? "And then some place like Disney world?" ANNABETHHH "just.. be a kid." OH MY GOD. GROVERS SEARCHING LICENCE?? "No ones bothered to check the seas!" WOO FORESHADOWING!! THE GROUP HUG :(( CRYING. SALLY!!!! the only mother and son duo ever. Ohh their acting is unreal. IT WAS A DREAM?? is that Kronos?? he's fucking ugly I can't even lie... OHH IT'S SALLY SHES REAL!! "grandpa:(" "don't call him that..." cry laughing. They're so precious to me :(((( BLUE PANCAKES!! I'm sick this is so perfect 😭😭 the brainrot is real.

#this is SO long #non book readers must be SHOCKED #this is going to be my personality for the next year #if you couldnt tell im typing while watching #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo series #percy jackson

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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Can we have Pepa and Felix in their early twenty going on a super romantic date, not really smuty but really cute.

I do appreciate smut, but lately I've been wanting more fluffy and romance shit. So let's go!

"Pepi, I have a question."

"Hmm?"

"How much does a polar bear weigh?"

Pepa couldn't understand this man. You try to hang up laundry, and here this man was, giving you some kind of riddle. She chuckled as she hung up her brother's ruana. Least she didn't have to do the actual washing part, that was agony on her nails.

"I don't know, how much?"

"Enough to break the ice-let me take you on a date tomorrow."

Pepa didn't want to laugh. Really she didn't. She felt her eyes tear up a bit, and feeling sprinkles of rain against her skin. Sure, there was sun, but if he brought her to tears, that didn't matter in the slightest.

"Hey, no! I'm trying to dry my clothes, estúpido!"

She tried to ignore him as he hung up her sister's dress, but of course, he was relentless. He poked his head past the hanging laundry, giving her just the biggest smile.

"Please don't tell me that 'no' isn't towards the date, I can't take that heartbreak."

She couldn't help but feel her heart swell at him. He had a smile like the sun, the small bit of rain that tickled the baby hairs on his face, the rainbow that shone over his stupid head. She sighed, as if she was sick of him.

"Fine, fine. Only because you're kinda cute. Where are we going?"

"That's a surprise. BUT I'll give you a hint. You need to wear something you can run or climb stuff in."

"If you're telling me you're taking me on a jogging date, they'll never find your body."

Félix snorted, taking the empty basket from her, like a real gentleman.

"It's not jogging, I promise. You'll like it though, I swear."

"Like it as much as I like you?"

"Maybe. Can't say for certain, unless you tell me just how much you like me~"

He was baiting her, clearly wanting a compliment or some type of affection. And boy was he gonna get it. She hooked a finger into his shirt, and gently pulled him down to her level to kiss him. He was always so sweet, she couldn't get enough of him. He was about to try to put his fingers in her hair (Pepa liked his chest hair, he liked her braid), when they both jumped at the sound of Alma above them, on the second floor.

"Careful, you two aren't married YET!"

Félix chuckled sheepishly, giving her a bit of a wave. Pepa was SO lucky he was so charming, Alma LOVED him.

"Hola, dona Alma. You look lovely today! Como un rosa!"

Alma chuckled, making an 'oh stop it' hand motion at him.

"Thank you, Félix! Are you staying for dinner?"

"And miss a chance to look at some of the prettiest women I know? Never! Count me in!"

Pepa nudged his gut with her elbow as Alma walked away, probably getting Julieta to make more food for their extra guest.

"Oye, stop hitting on my mom!"

"What, you already call me papi, it'll be an easy transition!"

Pepa tried yet again not to laugh, even though he clearly wanted to hear it. He was ridiculous. She wrapped an arm around him, rubbing the tear from her eye with her free hand.

"You're awful. I love you."

"I love you too, Pepi. Who's cooking tonight by the way?"

"Oh I am! Julieta said she could use a break."

Félix looked scattered for a moment, before chuckling awkwardly.

"I uhm. Just remembered I need to uhm. Go...feed Julio's fish. Yep."

"Your brother doesn't have a fish."

"Uh...shit, Casita, help a guy out."

Casita took the hint, using the floor tile to push Félix towards the front of the Casita. Thunder crackled over her head as she yelled after him.

"YOU SHOULD FEEL LUCKY THAT I'D WANT TO FEED YOU! YOU CAN'T RUN FOREVER, FÉLIX!"

"I LOVE YOU TOO, PEPI!"

Pepa huffed as Félix made his way home. She looked towards the tile below her feet, tapping her foot angrily.

"Casita, my food isn't that bad, is it?"

Casita's tiles trembled, as if in fear, before Pepa scoffed.

"You're a house, what do YOU know?"

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She held grudges more than any woman he's ever met. He arrived at the Casita, dressed and ready to go, as was Pepa, but thunder crackled over her head, and her arms folded over her chest. She looked pretty, at least, trying out a new dress with him. Her hair was done up in a ponytail, her thunder earrings jangled. Honestly, if she didn't look pissed as all hell, he'd scoop her up and tell her just how pretty she looked. Bruno piped up behind her, giving him a bit of a wave.

"Hey Félix. Pepa is mad."

"I see that. Is it about dinner?"

Pepa practically snarled at him, looking ready to throw his ass out the window.

"It's about how ungrateful your ass is. A man who doesn't want a woman to cook for him-I'm insulted!"

"Pepa, I think he's just practicing safety, you literally burnt-okay I'm sorry!"

Pepa's thunder damn near hit him, making him yelp as he jumped away from her fury. So she was mad, he could fix this. He offered a hand to her, and she stared at it in judgement, before giving it to him. He brought it to his lips, kissing the back of it.

"I'm sorry I upset you. I am grateful to you. It's why I'd still want to take you out. Please?"

She wanted to keep being angry, but Pepa's face erupted in mist, showing him it worked. She, albiet with a sour look on her face, clung to his arm.

"Take me out before I change my mind."

"Of course. See you, hermano, we'll be back by tonight!"

Bruno gave a bit of a wave, looking relieved that he hadn't died, and Félix fully understood that feeling. Pepa was pretty, and she could get pretty fucking pissed at times.

"Have fun! Bring me something from the panadería!"

Félix waved him off as he walked away with Pepa, who still looked a bit irked. He nudged her a bit, making her look up at him.

"You can be mad at me if that's what you feel like. But I can promise you, this'll make you feel better."

"It better. Your cute face only gets you so far."

Félix chuckled. Call her moody, unpredictable, but boy did she look pretty at his arm like this. The clouds eventually settled as they walked on, ending with the sky being a dull, silent gray. He turned the corner, right to the orchard. The farmer there, an old family friend, nodded at him.

"Félix, Pepa! Glad you could make it. Here, take a basket, have at it."

"Gracias, really, appreciate it!"

Pepa looked confused as he handed her a basket, and walked right on in.

"Mango trees?"

"Yeah! I know you talk a lot about how your gift makes you feel. So I thought we'd take you somewhere to see just how your gift is important. Reap the fruits of your labor, so to speak."

Pepa looked at the fruits littered all over the trees, before looking at him. She didn't look angry anymore, but rather, incredibly flattered.

"That's...kinda sweet. You better not be buttering me up just to get free work out of me."

"No no! He said we can keep as much as we can fit in the baskets. We're taking it home. And at first, I was just gonna cut them up, but I thought maybe we could make something out of these. We have recipes at home, and I thought I could teach you some things. I know it's hard, I just wanna help you."

She looked conflicted, before lightly smacking his side with the basket.

"Shut up. Let's get started."

Yep, he was forgiven. He grinned as he was about to offer to help Pepa up the tree, only to look up and see she was already up there, sitting on the branch.

"How did you get UP there so fast?!"

"Bruno would get stuck in trees a LOT, SOMEONE had to get him down. Hold your basket up!"

Félix did as she said, letting her drop mango after mango into his basket. It was funny, Pepa couldn't cook, but she sure as hell knew her fruits. Only ripe ones made their way to his basket. Beautiful blends of orange and red, not a fleck of green to be seen. He looked up at her as she kept going, and she looked to be so comfortable, so in her element. Félix had been with loads of women, but none surprised him as often as she did.

"Pepa, do you need to switch?"

"Can you even climb up here, gordito?"

"Gordito-woman, say that again, I dare you!"

She looked down at him with a smirk, mango in her hands.

"Gordito. I could write it down for you, if you can't hear."

Oh that was it, she wanted to challenge him, challenge she'd get. He tossed the basket at her, and started to climb the tree. He could climb a tree no problem, but certainly not as fast as his girlfriend, she was built like a cat.

"Just you wait! When I get up there, imma kiss you! Then we'll see who-hey! How'd you do that?"

Pepa was now a couple of branches ahead of him, chuckling in clear amusement. Here she was, comfortable as hell in the tree, while he was here like a mountain man trying to catch up to her.

"Uh huh. You were saying, hombrecito?"

She was looking at him like he was a sad little puppy. So condescending, so high and mighty. He loved it, he was crazy about it even.

"I was saying, I'm gonna kiss you, and you're gonna look so dumb when you see how right I am!"

"Uh huh. Sure. The day YOU catch up to me is the day I-"

She was so busy bragging, him catching up to her and finally kissing her cheek shook her enough to make her have just the cutest squeak. He chuckled as he watched her shocked little eyes.

"A man in love does incredible things. In my case, surprising you."

She chuckled, and looked as if she was about to kiss him, before whispering against his lips.

"Bet I can beat you to the bottom."

"W-hey! No fair, you got a head start!"

He watched as Pepa practically jumped down the branches before inevitably making it back to the ground. He caught up eventually, but of course, that was enough for her to feel triumphant.

"Ah winning. It feels nice."

"You're lucky you're cute when you gloat, Pepi."

They held their respective baskets of mangos, and started to leave the orchard. He would've offered to carry it for her, but he knew she liked to pull her own weight.

"So, we're really gonna be cooking with these?"

"Yeah, mami said we could use her recipes. Feel flattered, she won't even share them with Alma. And, because I know you get kinda self concious about it,"

He spoke as he opened the door to his empty house, beaming in pride.

"I talked everyone into being out of the house for today. So it's just for us."

"Wait...you made the house empty, to cook with me? You don't want to like, have sex?"

"I love you, and I'm attracted to you. This doesn't ALWAYS mean I'll want to have sex. Sometimes showing my attraction to you is just. Being with you. Getting to admire you. If it happens, I sure as hell won't fight it, but I'm doing all of this JUST to get under your dress. I know skirts that take a LOT less work."

He heard her swear at him as he dipped into the kitchen, and god did he love her for it. She followed him, dropping the basket on the counter. She took one of them, smelling it.

"You know mami taught me how to tell they're ripe, just by smell?"

"Really? Thought you had to feel them."

"Not all the time. Here, smell. See how it smells kinda like citrus, but creamy too?"

He smelled the fruit in her hands, and nodded. He knew mangos smelled good, but didn't know you could get that specific from it.

"Huh, you're right. Alright, you know about mangos, but can you cut them?"

"Yes!"

Pepa loved any excuse to help in the kitchen. That wasn't dishes, she hated dishes (claimed it made her nails too much of a mess), at least. She was good at cutting at least, not wasting too much of the flesh. She was good with a knife, and that information was a BIT scary.

"So I take it Julieta asks you to help her prep?"

"Oh all the time. She says I'm good with a knife. I WANT to cook, but she says I'm impatient. Which I'm not."

"You SAYING that, or you waiting for me to deny that?"

Pepa glared at him, flicking a mango skin at him. He already got mango juice all over his hands and arms, what was the difference if he got it on his shirt?

"I'm saying shut up and tell me what we're making."

He snorted, taking a second to clean his hands, before opening the recipe book his mom left at the table. He was genuinely surprised when his mom offered to use her recipes, she once punched a man who tried to touch this book.

"Let's see, let's see...we could do cobblers, pound cakes...oh! Upside down cake is my favorite one-"

"Then that one! Let's do that one!"

"You sure? It's a challenge."

The one thing this woman loved, was a challenge. He could practically see it in her eyes.

"I wanna do it! If it's something you like, I wanna do it!"

"Alright then, let's do it! First, we gotta get all the ingredients. You keep cutting, I'll get everything."

Félix dug into the cabinets and shelves for everything they'd need. Flour, baking powder, sugar, butter, and even the bourbon that the recipe called for. He brought over two skillets, and she scowled.

"Is this in case mine sucks?"

"No because we have our weight in mangos, Pepa. Now, this usually uses peaches, but mangos will have to do. So first, we need to let the mangos sit with the fruit for ten minutes, to let it soak. Let me get the measuring cups and set the ov-oh my god."

He watched as his girlfriend dumped the whole fucking bottle into the bowl, alongside WAY more mangos than what they needed. He should've stopped her, but she looked so determined and cute with her concentrated scowl, he just couldn't.

"Okay, what next?"

Oh his dad JUST bought that bottle, he was gonna kill his ass. Worth it, just to see her as excited as she was. He took a deep breath. First time cooking WITH her, and he could see why her food ended how it did. She had NO patience. But hey, she has passion! And that was important.

"Ay, alright. Okay, we need to melt some butter on the pan, on the stove. I'll do it right next to you, try to follow me, alright?"

Pepa nodded. She was doing her best, following how much butter he was using, but cranking the heat way too high. He lowered it right after she cranked it, and she scowled at him.

"Wouldn't it make it go faster?"

"It'd burn it, Pepa. You can't rush it. Good things take time. You taste more love in it that way."

Pepa pouted at him, impatient as ever.

"Sounds like you just want me to wait."

"I just want you to be patient. Trust me. It'll turn out so beautiful. It'll be worthy enough to made by hands like yours. Hands that you seriously need to wash, you're still covered in mango."

She was messy too, apparently. Not that he minded. If anything, it was precious, watching her get so excited to remember to do something so simple. He continued on, showing her how to layer the fruit, then sprinkle the brown sugar over the fruit. The fruit bubbled and cooker with the butter and the sugar and the alcohol. It smelled perfect.

"So what next?"

"Next, we do the mix. We gotta mix the butter and sugar till it's creamy. Which uh. Might take five whole minutes."

"Five whole-are you serious?!"

"I know your hands, they can manage."

Did that get him the side eye? Absolutely. But worth it, because damn was he funny. He mixed alongside her, and he could absolutely tell she was done with this already.

"You like putting me to work, that's what this is."

"Pepi, I PROMISE you, it's gonna be worth it! It's delicious, and mami makes it for Mateo every year on his birthday. It's a rarity in this house, and you'll see why."

When the mixture was FINALLY just right, he added the already mixed egg, vanilla, flour, baking powder, and a bit of salt. With some milk, the mixture was perfect. They both poured it over their buttered skillets, and added their mangos.

"It actually looks...nice."

"Wait till it's cooked. We just have to put it in, for about forty minutes."

"Jeez, why does your poor mother go through all of that? And for Mateo, he sucks."

Félix chuckled as he started to clean, letting Pepa sit there and complain. He didn't mind cleaning, so long as he got to look at her.

"Because she loves us. You should see her, she even makes her own ice cream to go with it. Patience is a beautiful thing."

"...hey Félix?"

"Yeah?"

"Does your mom hate that I can't cook?"

Félix's mother LOVED Pepa. Seriously, she was constantly hounding him to marry her already. But she didn't exactly fit in with his side of the family, just like he didn't exactly fit into hers. She was impatient, she could be super self conscious, and she couldn't make a proper meal to save her life, let alone clean or do laundry. He could understand the question, he just wished she knew exactly how much she was loved in this house.

"Not at all. If anything, she loves it, so she doesn't have to worry about you feeding me before dinner. Literally she told me the other day 'don't you pick Julieta, I don't wanna compete with her meals'. And that's just one of the many reasons why she's nuts about you."

That made her snort into her hand. He was glad that brought a smile to her face, if only for a second.

"Dios, I LOVE your mami."

"Don't tell her that to her face, it's all I'll hear for weeks."

"Like you don't already talk about me all the time."

"Hey. Don't be right in my own house."

She couldn't stop grinning, especially as he kissed her forehead, just to show he was serious. By the time he finished cleaning, the timer went off. He pulled them both out, and they looked ready. He set them on the counter, waving off some of the steam with his oven mit. Pepa looked excited, even clapping her little hands together.

"I made it! And it's not burnt! Not that I burn my food."

"Let's just agree that I'm proud of you. You did good. And we couldn't have made this without your gift. You make many beautiful things Pepa. And I know with all the rain and snow and thunder, it's hard to see it. But this? Is all you."

"Aw, Félix...well, I can only take some credit. Without you around, those damn trees wouldn't have survived."

He pulled her close to his side, just to hold her.

"It's a duel effort then. We make a good team, you and I. And damn we look good doing it."

"We REALLY do. Seriously, we're hot."

He was about to agree with her, when they both turned to the front door. His mother and father, as well as older brother, just walked in. His mother saw them in the kitchen, and immediately walked in, only to gasp at the desserts in front of them.

"Oh! Look at you two! Cooking in the kitchen! These look LOVELY! Honey, you better not be trying to replace me here."

Pepa chuckled, nudging Félix with a bit of mist against her cheeks.

"You can blame him, he made it with me. After we picked the mangos."

"Aw, well ain't that just the cutest little date! Is she staying over?"

"No, I promised Bruno I'd have her back by tonight. Sun is setting-can Pepa just take the skillet?"

His mother was on it, getting a large towel for her to carry the skillet without hurting her poor hands.

"Course she can! Do bring it back though, sweetpea, I use these damn near every day."

"Si, Señora Castillo-"

"Ah ah ah. Try that again."

"Si, mama."

"There we go!"

Félix traded the skillets while no one was looking, so she would be taking his home. He just wanted to be sure she'd have something to be proud of.

"I'll walk you home-"

His father grunted dismissively, gently shaking his head.

"I'll walk the girl home. You gotta help your mama with dinner."

"If you don't mind, Señor."

He put his hand on the small of Pepa's back, shaking his head.

"Not at all mija, I need to stretch these legs. I'll be back."

Pepa blew him a kiss as his dad took her outside, and Félix sighed.

"I feel. So guilty."

"What for, baby?"

"I swapped the cakes before she took it. This one is hers. I was just worried hers wouldn't be good. It kinda feels like I'm lying."

His mami chuckled as she patted his cheek affectionately.

"Aw honey. That's sweet of you. Don't worry, you're just being sweet. Why don't we try hers, since its here?"

Félix nodded. He gave a slice to his mother, his brother, then himself. He took a bite, and gagged. His mother coughed, taking a step back as if you told her this was from the trash. Félix winced, setting the plate down.

"Dios what IS that? It's all alcohol and...fish?"

His mom went into the fridge for some milk, to soothe her pour mouth, before chuckling.

"Oh. Honey, I think she was trying to put in vanilla, and put in fish sauce."

"When did she do that? I didn't even notice! Ugh, feels like a waste of mangos, it's inedible!"

Julio shrugged, amazingly still eating.

"I like it."

He shared a look with his mother, who just sighed.

"Julio, mijo, you can eat it if you want. I uh, don't think anyone else is going to."

"Can I take it to my room?"

"God yes, get it out of my kitchen."

Julio muttered a goodnight before grabbing the skillet, and walking away with it. His mom shook her head, chuckling softly.

"Oh that girl. You need to marry her, honeypie. She's a delight."

"...you know. I think you're right, actually."

#not transformers #encanto #asks #listen this is just MY ideal date #fruit picking and baking #seriously though god help this woman #only Julio likes her bullshit ass food #seriously he likes it more than his mother's #no one gets it #ANYWAY #we love a patient and loving Félix #and Félix's family who loves her #and yes everyone at the Casita was shocked that 'Pepa' made something so tasty

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stardivinefinale-moved · 3 years

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i DEMAND to see the rest of the scene with langa and his mom where he comes out to her, this is unacceptable

#HOMOPHOBIA #you can't tell me he didn't tell her uhm mom i like boys??#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #langa hasegawa #sk8 langa #sk8 liveblog #jessie.pdf

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 2 years

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To Raise Children: Chapter 20

Chris Evans X Daughter!Reader, Grandpa!Chris Evans X Flynn and Felix Evans (OCs) Tom Holland X Single-Mom!Reader (Slow Burn)

Series Masterlist

OC List

Series Summary: It's been 4 years, your sons are starting kindergarten, you're starting junior year of college, a lot has changed.

Chapter Summary: You tell the boys about their sister!

Series Warnings: Age gap (Reader is 20, Tom is 29), absent father, mentions teen pregnancy, mentions abortion, if you see anymore please let me know politely.

Chapter Warnings:

Sequel to "It Takes A village"

"I'm glad Flynn is doing better." Tom says into the phone as he walks around his apartment. You and him were still talking despite him being back in London.

"Yeah, he's doing much better but has been in my bed the last four days, Never share a bed with a five year old." You warn him.

"Geez that bad? Why doesn't he sleep in his bed?" Tom asks you.

"He can't climb up the ladder, Felix's bed isn't big enough for them to share and Felix refuses to stay on the top bunk until Flynn can use his arm again. I'm probably gonna move Flynn's mattress onto the floor so he can sleep on it." You sigh.

"That would work. The boys at school?"

"Nope my dad took them shopping. Probably for Christmas gifts."

"Oh! What did they ask Santa for?" Tom asks as he sits on his couch looking at the ceiling.

"No clue they haven't told me, and we haven't written their letters yet cause of everything that's been going on. Have I told you that I've been talking to their sister's parents? They're nice."

"They have a sister? Wait wouldn't her dad be your ex?" Tom asks, he thought you hated your ex.

"He didn't want to be apart of the girl's life so her bio mom put her up for adoption. I've been talking to her adoptive parents." You explained.

"Oh that makes more sense. Do they know about her?"

"No, she also doesn't know about them so I'm telling the boys today, and her parents already told her this morning."

"I'm sure the boys will love having a sister! What's her name anyway?"

"Amelia."

"That's a really cute name... Hey I got to go I promised my mum I'd have supper with them tonight since all of us are in London right now. But I'll call you when I get home if you want?"

"Sure. I forget your five hours ahead it's only noon for me."

"Just don't call me when it's your dinner time I'll be asleep." Tom laughs.

"Don't worry I'll call you at ten tonight." You laugh.

"Okay. Bye darling, Tell the boys I said hi."

"Bye Tom. Don't worry I'll tell my dad you said hi."

"I meant Flynn and Felix! But tell him I said hi too." Tom laughs.

"I know I will bye Tom."

"Bye."

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You had no clue how you were gonna tell them about their sister. They're gonna ask questions and you'll just have to answer them the best you can. You know they'll ask about their dad eventually. Especially since they're in school now. You just hope you have more time to prepare for it.

"Boys, I have to talk to you real quick." You say to the two boys who were focusing on the TV that plays the paw patrol movie.

"Okay." You grab the remote pausing it before you sit in front of them.

"So you guys have a little sister." You begin.

"Are you pregnant?"

"No... Where did you learn that bub?"

"My friend Jackson's mom was pregnant then he got a baby sister!" Flynn says smiling.

"Oh... I'm not pregnant. Your father has another kid, and she's your baby sister." You explain.

"Will we get to meet him?"

"Probably not sweetie, but you will get to meet your sister!"

"Has she met him?" Felix akss.

"Nope."

"Oh so she only has a mommy like us!" Flynn concludes.

"Well no... A new mommy and daddy adopted her."

"Why?" Felix asks.

"Uhm." You didn't know how to explain this in way they'd understand. "I don't know sugar."

"Why does everyone else gets a dad though," Felix argues. Your heart broke a little hearing that question.

"Yeah I know and I can't tell you why you don't have one because I don't know either, but I do know that you have so many people who love you both."

"Like who?" Flynn asks.

"Well you have me, your poppy, your nana, don't forget your aunts, and uncles and cousins and your Gran."

"Oh... Do you think our sister likes spiderman?" Felix asks.

"I don't know and your sister's name is Amelia."

"That's a pretty name!" Flynn grins.

"Can we see her?" Felix asks.

"Yeah let me find the photo they sent." You pull out your phone and go through the messages you have with, Kevin, Amelia's dad. You find one of the little girl in her stroller, she has big brown eyes, short blonde hair, and a similar face shape as your sons. She looks a lot like them when the were toddlers. The only difference was their skin tones, they were slightly different.

"She's cute." Flynn says looking intently at the photo.

"She looks like me!" Felix smiles.

"She does. So tonight after dinner we're going to call them if that's alright with you two?" You asked them.

"Yeah! I always wanted a sister!"

"Okay." You smile at them.

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rogue-durin-16 · 3 years

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LIFE-SAVING SHARPIE

Summary: Despite being a muggle, Y/n's mother was an expert in divination. She tried to teach Y/n, who saw it as a mere muggle game. But, oh, what a powerful weapon a muggle game can become in the hands of the right witch.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst (w/ a good ending)

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: injuries, death(ish)

A/N: I'm not saying I'm incapable of writing an angsty ending for a Fred Weasley story, but I'd rather not do that, so here comes a stupid story that occurred to me this morning, enjoy <3

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"Y/l/n!" I sighed. "Is it true?"

"Your mom is into divination?" George question made me throw my head back in desperation as both twins made their way through the Great Hall to meet me.

I knew that day would be a bumpy one the moment we entered in the Divination classroom. The fact that a muggleborn aced a new subject since class one was strange.

I knew I would have to give some explanation to my friends after. Ron was particularly shocked by the fact that my muggle mother had taught me —against my will, may I say— lots of Divination-related things. I knew Ron, being Ron, would surely tell every soul that would listen about his discovery, but I had hoped for him to wait until the third period at least.

"Secrets spread like wildfire here." I said.

"Are you secretly a soothsayer?"

"Yes, Fred. You see, I have the Sight." I ironically stated, and, seeing this as a perfect opportunity to get closer to the boy I fancied, I added "Want me to read your palm?"

They shared an amused look, fully aware that I was joking. Even in the Wizarding World, divination wasn't something to believe in.

There were supposed to be people able to see the future, such as professor Trelawney, but no student had seen her predict a thing, so she wasn't the best example.

George was the first one to sit down. "Predict my future, oh, you who were gifted with the Sight." I snorted as he laid his palm before my eyes.

I picked his hand on mines, "Hmm..." Fred hovering over my form from behind wasn't ideal for me to concentrate. "Okay so..." I felt one of his hands toying with the clasp of my necklace, brushing my nape. "Will you stop touching my necklace and sit down?" I demanded.

"Yeah Fred, sit down." George reprimanded his brother. "She's trying to see my future." I heard Fred chuntering before he plopped down on my other side, leaning on a tad too close for my liking. "Alright, fortuneteller, is there a love line?"

Of course he would ask about that. "Let's see..." I traced said line, unable to remember to the T what my mom had tried to teach me. "So, the heart line is arched... Which means..."

"That you can't tell a thing?" I slapped Fred's arm.

"Which means he's balanced." I corrected him. "You're able to realize when you need to take care of yourself, and when you should let a someone in." George seemed invested. "You'll have just one serious partner, but they'll be the right one."

"Well, that doesn't sound half bad, huh?" He looked at me with a content smile.

"My turn." Fred spoke, smacking his brother's hand away and replacing it with his left one. "The line of life or whatever." He scooted a bit closer and I felt my heartbeat pick up. "What's my fate?"

"Are you left-handed, Fred?" I questioned with an eyebrow raised, already knowing the answer. "I need your dominant hand." Oh well, that came out wrong.

"Straightforward, are we?" George snorted at his brother's remark as he exchanged hands, turning to straddle the bench to be more comfortable. "Alright, what do you see?" He had leaned on to the point where he only needed to tilt his head down a couple of inches to rest it on my shoulder.

"A hand." I deadpanned, which earned a playful push from him. "Okay, okay— I see..." A puzzled frown took over my gaze. "Wait—" I turned to George. "gimme your hand."

"What?" Fred questioned, shifting his position ever so slightly.

"Uhm..." The frown grew bigger, and I had to remind myself what I was doing was a joke. "You... don't have a lifeline?" I dubiously informed. "I mean— it sorta... Starts? but then it fades away." I widened my eyes and froze, remembering what that meant.

I saw Fred tilting his head slightly. "Is it so bad that you won't tell me what it means?" He asked jokingly in order to lighten my distraught mood.

"It— well, it means that you'll die at a young age." My eyes met his and, despite the amused smile that always danced on his lips, fear slipped out of his orbs now, too.

"Wait what?" George propped himself on his forearms to see his brother's palm. "Can't be. Check mine?"

"I just did, you git." George wasn't even smiling. Maybe he did believe it. "Yours is fine."

The three of us stayed in silence for an instant. Even if none of us believed in divination, the fact that Fred had no lifeline was rather unsettling.

"It's fine." I cleared my throat, turning to my bag and leaving Fred's hand over the table on the process. "Apart from seeing the future, I can fix lifelines." They looked at each other when they saw me grab a sharpie. "Don't move." I demanded, holding down Fred's right hand before tracing a black line where the lifeline was supposed to be. "There. A long, healthy life."

When I looked back at the twins' faces, I saw them ready to laugh. Distress had already left them, and that helped my own evaporate.

"Merlin, Y/n!" Fred dramatically exclaimed. "You've just saved my life!"

"She sure did." George agreed, patting my back.

"Now go and tell Ron to shut up." I didn't want to imagine what would happen if people started to believe I could actually predict their future; the twins were sceptic and even they had somehow fallen for it.

I was so focused on George getting up that I didn't even notice Fred's hand flipping and wrapping around mine.

A soft kiss was placed on my cheek and I felt my face heating up even before meeting Fred's proud grin. "Figured I'd give my savior something in repay." His eyes seemed to flicker to my lips for a second; it's just my imagination, I thought, unaware of Fred's thumb caressing the back of my hand until he removed it in order to stand up.

Four Years Later

FRED'S P. O. V.

One second I was laughing at Percy's joke, and the next one everything was black; not only visually, everything was pitch black in every fucking sense.

I heard nothing, I couldn't touch anything, my voice was gone.

My mind was completely blank, until a thought slipped in my brain: 'you'll die at a young age'.

My head was spiralling now. I was dead. That's what death felt like? Nothing?

Y/n's words kept going on and on, frying my brain. How ironic it was that the voice I would have forever in my mind belonged to the girl I had been in love with since I was fourteen, and the words were what we thought to be her silly prediction.

I had no idea how long it had been, but suddenly I felt it; a tear running down my cheek. A flaming hot tear, burning its way off my face. Then I felt something else, some sort of rope wrapping tight around my right hand and wrist, so tight that it made my pulse speed up.

My pulse.

It dawned on me that my heart was beating fast against my chest. It was beating.

I needed to breathe.

"FRED!" Someone forced my eyes open; It was Percy. I couldn't see him right away because the lights were blinding to my eyes, but I recognised his voice. "FRED SAY SOMETHING!"

"Y/n..." I couldn't hear my own voice, but I felt her name going through my vocal cords.

"HE'S ALIVE!" Ron cried. "you're alive-" my sight was blurry but I could pick out my younger brother's crown in front of me as he sobbed over my chest.

"We gotta get him out of here right now!!" Of course it was Hermione who got everyone moving. As both my brothers managed to pick me up, I felt my eyes closing once more. Not even the fear of not waking up again stopped me from passing out.

READER'S P. O. V.

I had volunteered as Healer to help Madam Pomfrey during the Battle, that's why it was me who received two Weasleys practically dragging a third one into the improvised infirmary.

I recognised him from his jacket. "Fred..." At first I thought it was his corpse, that's how bad he looked.

"Y/N!!" It was only when Fred seemed to tilt his head up due to Ron's cry that I reacted, rushing to help them. "Keep him alive!" I only nodded, taking Ron's place as he took off.

With one of his arms over my shoulders and the other over his brother's, we managed to carry him to one of the stretchers; his painful weak groans went directly into my ear as we moved him, triggering the tears I was holding to fall.

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FRED'S P. O. V.

"—alive, somehow." Y/n's voice, though it sounded far away, let me know she was close. "No, don't wake him up."

"Listen, you gotta get him to St. Mungo." It seemed George the one talking, but his voice was too shaky to tell. "in an hour this is gonna get really ugly, I want him out."

"George, we're besieged." Her tone was hopeless.

"Look at him, You said it— It's a bloody miracle he's still breathing." my brother's voice shattered; all I wanted was to get up, hug him and say I was okay, but I felt my brain spinning once more. "Bill and I will escort you out of the castle so..."

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The next time I opened my eyes, terror inundated me; everything was dark again. I gasped for air and propped myself up, instantly regretting it. A stabbing pain attacked every part of my body, triggering a shocked cry out of me.

"What are you doing?!" Y/n whisper-shouted, before placing both her hands over my chest to push me back to the bed again. "Are you mental?" Her fingertips moved out of the way a bandage that covered my eyes. "Oi, listen," when she noticed my shaky hands desperately trying to reach my face, she took them in hers. "You're safe."

I tried to say something —anything—, but my throat was sore, and the only thing that was able to leave it was her name.

"Shhh." She hushed me, letting one of her hands travel to my face. "You have to rest." I would have sworn she was crying, but I couldn't tell. "Everything'll get better." Her thumb stroking my cheek was the most soothing thing I had ever felt, so it wasn't difficult for me to close my eyes, this time willingly, though I was equally scared. "I'll stay by your side." The reassuring squeeze her hand gave me, made me aware that she had noticed my fear.

Before drifting off, I felt Y/n's lips placing a chaste kiss on my forehead, making my heart hammer against my chest.

I was still alive.

A Month Later

READER'S P. O. V.

It was Ron who sent me an owl the moment Fred finally got out of the hospital. He informed me that, instead of going to the Burrow to rest a few days—as planned—, ha had gone straight to the shop.

That's how I found myself the next morning inside Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, which was not-so-surprisingly full of people again.

Due to the huge amount of customers, it was relatively difficult for me to spot the twins.

Apparently, I turned out to be easy to spot.

"Y/n!" I turned in the stairs' direction to be met with a very enthusiastic George who, before I could even greet him, engulfed me in a hug.

"I see you can't catch a break." I observed, pulling away with a big smile on my face. That place really made the trick to bring joy to everyone.

"You can't imagine." He replied, his gaze wandering around before pulling my hand. "Oi, Fred! Look who dropped by!" He shouted over the hubbub, leading me to the till counter, behind which I saw the reason why I had come in the first place.

Just as Fred's eyes noticed me, he attempted to rush out of the till. I left George's side as soon as I realized that he, in fact, couldn't really rush out.

"Merlin's beard!" Despite he had just had to grip the counter in order not to fall, he tried again. "Take it easy, will you?" I scolded him, steadying him by his forearms and helping him step back to rest against the till. "Do you want to go back to the hospital?"

"If you're the one taking care of me, I wouldn't complain." The first time his eyes fell on my lips, I missed it because I was still securing him. The second time it was impossible to miss. "You know? Your sharpie saved my life."

I snorted at his nonsensical words. "You're delirious, Weasley." My hands finally left his forearms, just to be picked up on his. "Still suffering from the concussion?" I joked, trying to deviate my own attention from my fast heartbeat.

Another glance at my lips.

"I should get going." George spoke behind me.

"I was going to visit you tomorrow." Fred stated, his gaze now focused on my eyes.

"Sorry to break it to you, love," I pointed out, motioning at him with our hands still held. "But you can barely walk."

"Yeah, but I needed to see you." He looked somehow sheepish; I doubted I had ever seen him like that before. "I'm gonna be as clear and concise as possible—" He cleared his throat and forced himself to look at me. "I'm pretty much in love with you." I didn't know my eye could go as wide as they went. "Thing's I've known for a good couple of years now." He shrugged. "Telling you scared me, but then this happened." He gestured at himself. "And now not being able to tell you scares me even more." His eyes scanned me before looking around. "This wasn't the ideal place to tell you, but I didn't want to wait any longer."

I gulped, trying to process it as fast as possible.

"For Godric's sake, Y/n," he gently tugged my hand. "Say something, please." Fear started to take over him, even if he tried to keep it at bay. "It's alright if you don't feel the same, we can still be friends, I promise—"

"How do I kiss you without hurting you?" I questioned, already feeling the heat on my cheeks.

I could tell by his face that, out of everything I could have said, he was not expecting the answer I had given him. "Ever the caring one." He let go of my hands to cup my cheeks. "Just kiss me," he sounded so happy, it was contagious. "I'll deal with the pain later."

I listened to him and, holding onto his blazer, stood on my tiptoes and crashed my lips against his— only because I had been wanting to kiss him for too fucking long.

I got lost in the kiss and my brain completely dismissed that an entire wall had collapsed over the boy before me just a month ago; my hands went up to his neck, pulling him closer and, consequently, earning a painful groan from him.

"Shit! sorry." I was quick to let go, suddenly very aware of our surroundings, too.

He just shook his head and pulled my back to him, this time by my hips. "I said I'll deal with it later." He spoke against my lips before going in for a second kiss.

I was more gentle now, careful not to cause him too much pain.

To our dismay, we were interrupted.

"You said love confession!" George snapped us out of it; this time the groan Fred let out was from annoyance. "not snogging session in front of our customers! Get to work!"

He huffed, unwillingly separating from me. "If you stick around until lunch time, we can resume this."

I pretended to think about it. "I guess I can find something to do until then." My smile was as wide as his, and it grew wider when he pulled my into a hug, placing a kiss on the crown of my head. "I love you too, by the way."

His laugh reverberated on his chest. "Good to know."

"Freddie! Now!" This time it was me who groaned at George's demands.

"Help me out, love." Fred requested, pulling away from me so I could help him move behind the till counter. "See you in a couple of hours?" I nodded, pecking his cheeks and walking away from the shop.

It was when I started to walk down the Diagon Alley that it clicked.

His lifeline.

The sharpie.

"OH MY FUCK—"

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strawberry-nugget · 3 years

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Oddly specific bnha headcanons

Characters: Deku, Bakugo, Kirishima, Kaminari, Jirou, All Might, Endeavor, Hawks, Dabi

A/N: I'm finally back from my mini hiatus and I finally finished a part of my never ending cursed head canons and I also hit a new milestone so I feel like you all deserve this attempt of mine at comedy for the love I've been getting...I'm also sorry, this is a wild ride, and as you're reading you might wonder why did I make these? And the answer is, simply, because I can 😭, no lol though true... I'm soft so if these made you laugh and you leave an LMAO comment I'll think about it forever uwu. I've talked about most of these with my dear friend @aichiin, who is an amazing artist whom should support in all platforms uwu bye

Warnings: some of this content is NSFW, 18+, so if you're under 18 DO NOT INTERACT

Disclaimer: everyone is at least of 18 years of age

• I can't explain why, and we've seen Endeavor texting shoto in canon but... I feel like probably his texts look like this: …..shoto why aren't you Answering your phone…

….tell fuyumi to make you soba… .

… ……are you still friends with that rude boy from school..

…I don't want any take out dont get any for me tell natsuo that I'm sorry and try to ask him if he's changed his mind about forgiving me.…

• All might opens a Facebook account a month before the beloved class graduates as his way to keep on touch with everyone after they're off to fight crime and lives his life as the ultimate Facebook mom and thinks he's texting people but apparently posting on your Facebook wall isn't texting. He has probably made a thousand posts asking midoriya how it works until people just, they just, accept it, I guess, there's nothing else they can do. He uses the Facebook mom tulip emoji and writes in all cap. Give him credit for being so sweet tho.

And probably it goes like this: "💞🥰🌷🤣WHAT AN AMAZING SUNDAY. GOOD MORNING YOUNG MIDORIYA HOW HAVE YOU BEEN" Ofc he will not hesitate to use all these emojis unironically, in fact, he doesn't know that is the ironic use of an emoji, leave him alone

(Comments on the post most probably go like this: Bakugo: I EXIST TOO YOU OLD HAG, FUCK YOU DEKU, I DIDN'T BRING YOU TO THIS WORLD BUT I SURE WILL TAKE YOU OUT. MOTHERFUCKER.

Denki: mister al mght do we have english tomorrow ?

Momo: @denki, no but we have literature, hello mister all might sir, have a nice day too

All might: YOUNG BAKUGO PLEASE WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE 🤣 YOUNG KAMINARI, AS YOUNG YAOYOROZU SAID YOU HAVE LITERATURE AFTER MY CLASS📜 HAVE A BEAUTIFUL EVENING YOUNG YAOYOROZU🌷

• I'm sorry for this but.... Midoriya, Denki and Kirishima probably lick their finger after they absolutely drill it in their noses but here's the deal

Midoriya inspects what he fished out like thoroughly, Denki dissociates while staring at it, and Kirishima does so straight out of his nose

• Someone told Shoto that Saiki K is based on true events and he genuinely believes it and tries to find Saiki K, claiming that he is the answer to all of his problems. Is very subtle about it tho.

• I think that in part one of these atrocious head canons we established that Keigo would willingly put effort to find the clit, right? Listen he probably asks what's the concept of the clit, like why is it outside and not inside- wait you have another spot inside, yeah? He's is so confused and for what? Won't stop for it mid sex but he searches reproduction organ anatomy later on on google because he brought some questions in his brain that need answers. On the clit. You heard me right.

• Dabi looks like he once had a break up that was so rough that he opened a Twitter just to drag the other person down. For once, I won't go into detail and will let your imaginations run wild.

• I have to do a a cursed one for Bakugo right? Well yeah uhm, he probably was caught flexing his muscles in the mirror during vacation, totally naked too, by one of his friends in his group and screamed in a high pitched voice and picked up that little hotel room fridge to cover himself up and chased them around the hotel room until he just crushed the poor item. To the floor? Because he tried to use it as a cover up and it just slipped... It's even worse if the friend was a potential s/o. He'll scream like one of the screaming/simping TikTok sounds.

• Bakugo also really hates chairs. Idk why I have this headcanon, but I know it in my heart that this man, as an adult, only has those round weird- ish IKEA stools around the kitchen table that's all. No more chairs. Nothing.

• this is too self indulgent but Kirishima and Deku look like the people who, while washing forks, spoons etc they create whole stories about them and treat them like characters, and others would just look at them so confused as to why it takes 16 minutes to wash off a spoon and why are they also crying but you wouldn't understand. This spoon is Cinderella. Back off and let. them. finish. their. stories.

• I feel like Jirou has phases where she only wants to wear black but then she sees a nice pair of jeans and buys it, and then buys some more and then she gets mad about having blue jeans and she dyes them, but then she grows out of that phase for a few months and she tries to find ways to make the fabric paint fade away

• I also think that she, after spending a little time with Momo, spends money on a lot of clothes, and it's not like Momo buys too many clothes, but Jirou always wants to upgrade her wardrobe and ends up feeling lost on what she wants to wear

• Denki and Kirishima turn into the same person a little more every single time they hang out together. You'll listen to Denki say 'manly' all the time and Kirishima starts trying to find leather jackets that look cool on him, and just adopts Dennis speaking habits.

#bnha #katsuki bakugou #bakugou x reader #bnha fanfiction #denki kaminari #kirishima x reader #eijirou kirishima #momo yaoyozoru #endeavor #dabi x reader #dabi #all might #mha #bnha fan fiction #bnha cursed heacanons

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wh6res · 3 years

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UP IN SMOKES — DOYOUNG

psych student! kdy | tw. college au, violence, a knife, GASLIGHTING, hallucination, psychosis, swearing, just pure manipulation, minor charac death, there's a court scene, this is a repost! | wc. 10k she a beast

life could’ve been simple;

you shouldn't have met kim doyoung.

what does a freshman in college hate the most other than the high-stress levels of moving into a new dorm? a shitty roomie and a smelly, moldy mattress. the girl you call roommate refuses to help move the mattress because it will ruin her new manicure. what a fucking classic.

"sounds like a 'you' problem. figure it out yourself, plain jane."

she said before heading out, annoyingly popping her bubblegum as she kicks a few of your scattered boxes by the front door. you roll your eyes; classes haven't even started yet, so why is she already making your life miserable? as much as you'd like to snap at her, you don't, merely glaring daggers at her back as she finally turns the corner of the hallway and disappears.

"bitch," you mutter under your breath.

you eye the abomination that is supposed to be your bed, cursing how you shouldn't have made a 15-minute pit stop to starbucks for a drink when you could've just bought one from the instant coffee vending machines in every corner of the hallway of this dorm building because if you didn't, maybe you could've beaten regina george wannabe from taking the better bed. sighing, you suck it up and start getting to work. life's full of shit, anyway; no point sulking.

moving a moldy mattress is easier than you thought, to say the least. you can't ask for help from the other freshmen you bumped into in the hallway because they, too, are under a huge amount of stress from the move and are busy getting their affairs in order. it was a good thing, though, that a committee was formed specifically for this day to help out the freshmen if they were to stumble upon problems or mishaps with moving in. they were all around the campus, and they prove to be way friendlier than your batch mates. since this morning, three people have already offered help in carrying your luggage — which you have politely declined.

"hey, uhm… is this the stall for the welcoming committee? oh, wait. i'm sorry, there's a sign right there —"ugh.

you mentally shut your eyes in humiliation. why do you have to be this bad, this awkward at communicating with strangers? why couldn't you be born like all those socialites who already (probably) got their contacts filled with new numbers on the first day of school or something?

"yeah, this is them — welcoming committee, i mean. how can i help you?" he smiles, sweet, radiating the epitome boy next door aura as he looks up at you from where he's sitting behind the stall. your eyes quickly land onto the name tag stuck on his varsity jacket before meeting his eyes again.

"i have an issue with my mattress. it has mold, you see..." your voice slowly trails, becoming quieter as you feel small under the weight of his piercing stare. oh, come on. he's just a guy with a beautiful face, woman the fuck up.

"really? let me see..."

he needn't finish rounding the stall when his nose is hit by the pungent smell brought forth by your mattress. frankly, you weren't that picky. you could've covered it with bedsheets and call it a day, but the odor is too strong to ignore. you mentally hope the smell didn't latch onto your clothes, especially not when someone so cute is around — what a bad first impression.

"oh, god!" he exclaims the moment he lays eyes on it, taking a step back. “now, that has to go. and you lugged it from the fourth floor?"

ah, yes. according to tradition in these dormitories, which you've only found out today, freshmen get the curse of climbing four flights of stairs up while the seniors strut into their rooms on the ground floor like the hallway is a goddamned runway.

"doyoung! help me carry these!"

someone calls his name as you both turn your head to spot a chestnut-haired girl clad in the same varsity jacket he's wearing. you grimace at the sight of her. for someone so small, she just had to volunteer to carry all those heavy bags. however, he doesn't move in front of you and brushes her off as if she doesn't look like she's carrying rocks over her shoulders. "i'm already helping someone else! go find taeyong or something. i'm sure that shit's loitering around here somewhere!"

"oh, it's okay, you can go help her. i'll just look for someone else —"

"nah, it's fine!" you try hard to school your face into indifference when you notice his gummy smile. "plus… trust me when i say no other person from the committee will help you with this. this shit smells like my roommate's sweaty basketball socks!"

you can't help the smile forming on your face as you help him carry the mattress off to the side of the hallway, the stinky thing leaning vertically against the wall and behind a huge terracotta plant pot. "don't worry, let's report it to student affairs so they'll get you a new one. congrats! you'll have to share beds with your new roommate tonight, freshie. it'd be a great ice breaker."

the universe truly hates you.

your expression must've been a dead give away because he's suddenly patting your shoulder, regarding you with utmost sympathy. "been there, done that. i hated taeyong, too, when i met him last year. still, for some mind fuck of a miracle, we've grown to be friends and developed a talent of not wanting to kill each other every two seconds."

"highly doubt i'd be friends with a regina george-level bitch, but thanks, anyway," you mutter under your breath. suddenly, you whip your head towards him after internalizing what he just said. "you met your roommate last year? you're a sophomore?"

he scoffs, leaning down to your height to lowly mutter against your ear as he eyes the lobby's front desk. "why? do i look like some 4th year who radiates 'don't touch me' energy?"

you feel the heat on your cheeks with how close he is, only releasing an exhale when he finally gets out of your personal space. "i'm kim doyoung. you've heard it from wendy earlier, but anyway — i'm a 2nd-year psych major."

"no way!" you exclaim, a little too excited. "i'm taking psych, too!"

"oh, you are? well, if you need anything or if you don't understand stuff…" he winks. "feel free to approach me anytime."

hmm… how sweet of him.

it was only hours later that you found out who kim doyoung is in your department during the acquaintance party. and for god's sake, you found out from your best friend who is a major in english lit and has never even seen the guy. "seriously, you didn't know he's a genius? i hear the professors call him a prodigy, girl! a fucking prodigy. if i were you, i'd ask for his help in every subject."

"you know i prefer keeping to myself. how'd i know stuff like that when i have no one to talk to in the psych dorms?" you look down, making the ice cubes in your drink clink against each other. "i didn't think he was this big shot or whatever. he looks normal, and everyone treats him normally."

"well, what do you expect?" she hisses, hitting your arm. "the other students don't want to make him feel alienated or something just because he's tons smarter than them. but anyway… the real question is…"

you roll your eyes when she pauses for effect, tentatively leaning closer to whisper under her breath.

"is he cute?"

you didn't want to answer her question, but he's been stuck in your head since he offered walking with you to the student affairs office. doyoung had smiled his cute gummy smile and had even ruffled your hair before leaving you for committee duties — saying he's cute would be an understatement.

"you have no idea."

for his first act;

he gains your trust.

fast forward to one year, many things have changed, but the only constant remaining is the handsome sophomore — who is now a 3rd-year, by the way — whom you've met on your first day. coursework has been pretty tough this year. instead of the content written in your textbook, your mind is plagued by the horrible twist of fate your best friend had encountered; she didn't have enemies. or so you thought.

she disappeared in the middle of christmas break last year. her beaten up body was found only a month later, in january, floating around the university's lake. happy fucking new year.

the first time she chose to spend the holidays with you instead of her family back in her hometown, and that happens? some rotten luck you both have. it's why you didn't put it past her family to hate your guts with strong convictions. it's okay. the feeling's mutual. after all, it had been your best friends' own family, the same ones who had been so willing to take you in when you got kicked out, that were so eager to pin you as the murderer of their child. all under the argument that you have been the last person seen with her.

oh, the things her mom said about you when she had stormed into the police station, red in the face, tears streaming down her cheeks..."i warned my baby not to hang out with that — that bitch. came straight out of a cursed family, that one. abusive dad, a nutjob mom. that bitch is a danger! probably got her dad's nasty temper and beat my baby to death! i want her on the electric chair!"

in those times, you once again realize this world is fucked up and cruel in every bit of its glory as you fought tooth and nail to defend yourself. but even then, they never believed you — the law will only favor the rich . the prosecution had been so sure it was you until a certain witness appeared and presented himself before the jury.

"do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?"

doyoung raises his right hand, fixing his stare straight at the judge. "i solemnly and sincerely declare that the evidence i shall give will be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."

"how long have you known the defendant?" the prosecutor asks, arms crossed in front of her chest as she paces in front of the witness stand.

the boy briefly meets your gaze, and it's enough to make his heart sink. doyoung can't bear seeing you in those grey overalls when he knows it himself. you're being accused of a crime you didn't commit. "i've known her for one year."

"how'd you meet?"

and the questions went on and on; your defense attorney isn't all too keen on winning the case and had never once yelled "objection!" in her seat, but what could you expect? all the evidence kept stacking against you, and some of those you knew were even fabricated. you've never felt this hopeless in your whole twenty years of living.

"what's the point in this, anyway?" doyoung snapped in the witness stand, fiercely glaring at the prosecutor. "how is my history — or lack thereof — with the defendant any relevant to the case? you're not even asking me about evidence nor what my statement is!"

"easy there," the prosecutor retaliates, jaw locked. "i have to first measure what exactly your relationship is with the defendant for us to think twice about your statement. who knows..." the prosecutor makes a grand gesture of turning her head in your direction, affixing you with a condescending stare. "she might've just hired you to say these things."

your attorney doesn't come to your aid.

"perjury isn't my thing."

the prosecutor seems to have taken offense by the tone of doyoung's voice, but he doesn't let her speak further. "the victim isn't all sunshine and rainbows, you know. she'd been a part of a sorority and one with quite a nasty reputation in the college, too. i have to say she made very poor decisions, ones i'm sure her family didn't even know about. you see, they take their oaths and pledges very seriously. the victim wanted out. they didn't like that."

"and you have evidence to support this claim?"

without a moment to waste, he digs around the front pocket of his jeans before proudly presenting a black usb between his slender fingers. "knock yourself out."

the professor calls your name, snapping you out of your reverie. this isn't the first time your mind had transported you back to that particular day in the courtroom, where doyoung had swooped in and saved you from a lifetime in prison. the whole ordeal had been so scary, so frightening that you remember everything vividly as if it had only happened yesterday.

the classroom is empty. even your social psych professor has long packed up his stuff and is already standing by the classroom door. damn. were you that out of it?

"i'm so sorry." you mutter under your breath monotonously as you walk past him and out the door without another word. this is bad, very bad. no one would help, much less lend their notes to someone charged with murder — especially of their very own best friend. whether you were innocent or not doesn't matter to the student body. you've been ostracized, gossips of your problematic family spreading like wildfire, and the ridiculous part is only a fourth of the gossips are true.

the damage is done.

at this point, you realize with a heavy heart that you have to face doyoung again sooner or later. you haven't talked to him at all since the start of the new school year, ignoring his lighthearted greetings in the hallways, rejecting his calls, ghosting his texts. you are afraid people would judge him harshly for hanging around you. frankly, you were embarrassed to ask any more favors from him with how much he's done for you already and the fact that he had seen you in such a state of vulnerability.

but you also didn't want to fail your subjects and lose the one thing holding your life together — your scholarship.

that is why you found yourself standing before him, in his favorite spot in the library tucked behind shelves upon shelves of books, next to the windows overlooking the empty football field. he's wearing black-rimmed glasses and is clad in the usual navy blue sweater as his head turns to and fro between a textbook and his notebook. the air had been so silent, you hear the aggressive scratches his pencil makes against the paper.

you feel a little hurt when he makes no move to acknowledge your presence, but you think back to what you have been doing and figured he has a right to act this way.

"hey, doyoung." your voice is meek, hesitant.

"if you're not here to explain nor give me an acceptable reason why you've been ignoring me for the last few months, then please get out of my sight. i'm busy, as you can tell." he is brutally honest, knocking down the remaining hope you have left of ever reconciling with him.

something within you snaps, the steady streams of tears running down your cheeks as you pinned your stare on doyoung's open pencil case lying on the table. you have nobody left. your family — father, specifically speaking — has disowned you for taking a course your heart wanted, and the one friend you have lies motionless in a white coffin buried six feet under the ground. you didn't want to lose doyoung, too, no matter what role he plays in your life.

"i'm sorry," your voice cracks. "life's been… fucking shitty, and i'm sure you of all people know what i've been through. i've thanked you before for — for what you did, and i'm thanking you again right now but — i'm sorry, i'm really —"

your voice cracks when you feel him pulling you into an embrace. you feel the tension in your body breaking loose as you crumble in his arms. all those months grieving and wallowing in self-pity took such a heavy toll that you can't help but tightly clutch the sides of his hoodie, scared he'll slip through your fingers.

one of his hands comes up to push your face against the crook of his neck, muffling your cries in the silent library. doyoung felt like a jerk for snapping at you the way he did. how inconsiderate can he be? however, he felt elated because you sought him out yourself and wanted his help of all people.

his eyebrow raises in amusement.

well, not that you have a choice, anyway.

it took you a few good minutes to calm down, cringing when you see the wet patch on doyoung's sweater because of your tears.

"why don't you tell me everything, hmm? i'll help you as much as i can."

you sheepishly look down, fiddling with your fingers as you sit across him, the open textbook and notebook before him long forgotten. "well, i've been so out of it lately? my mind's just a whole bloody mess and i can't focus on any of my subjects at all and if i can't, then i'll lose the scholarship and it's the only thing i have in my life right now —"

"hey," doyoung cuts you off, placing a warm hand against your forearm to calm you down. "you won't lose that scholarship. trust me, okay? why don't we arrange tutoring sessions and i'll even lend you some of my notes from last year. what do you think?"

"okay... thank you, doyoung."

"for the record, you have me in your life, too. i'll always be here for you."

in the first session, you woke up from your deep slumber with only 15 minutes to spare from the scheduled time, but thankfully, your tutor only lives one floor down with the rest of the 3rd-years. bringing nothing with you but a pen and a pad of paper, your textbooks were destroyed as some students from your batch thought it'd be fun to throw them into the lake to "honor" your friend.

you offer a small smile when taeyong opens the door, sporting an oversized shirt and track pants, eyes wide in shock when he sees you. "hi? can i help you?"

"hello! i'm here for doyoung. he's tutoring —"

"he doesn't live here anymore. his mom bought him a place outside the campus."

what?

"i'm sorry for disturbing you, then. do you by any chance know where he lives?"

that's weird. doyoung never mentioned he's already moved out. you feel a wee bit irritated that he forgot to tell you; it would've saved you the embarrassment of interacting with the varsity player. you weren't stupid, you can see the hints of repulsion in taeyong's eyes the moment he opened that door and saw you standing before him, no doubt thinking about: oh, look, it's the crazy murderer with a fucked up family standing in front of me.

he had shut the door in your face. you stood awkwardly for a good minute in the hallway until the door reopens, taeyong handing you a small piece of paper with doyoung's new address scribbled hurriedly in black ink. he doesn't give you a chance to thank him for he's already closed the door again without another word.

you opted walking to his place instead of catching a ride because the money you have on you is enough to buy yourself dinner. to say the least, the apartment building is mediocre, not too grand, nor is it too rundown. double-checking the floor level written on the paper before pushing the elevator's button, you then realize doyoung lives on the very top floor of the building.

the hallways are painted a boring brown. some acrylic number signs plastered on the doors are broken, hanging vertically with one screw left. it says on the paper he resides in room 720. taking the right hallway, you mentally count as you eye the mahogany doors. 718… 719… there it is!

when you raise a fist to start knocking on his door, there is a tinge of hesitation surging through you. perhaps being alone with a boy in his apartment is not the best setting for a girl like you should end up in, but this is doyoung we're talking about. if he had ill intentions for you, it would've manifested a long time ago. you shake your head, feeling bad for thinking of him that way as you slowly knock on his front door. not long after, it swings open, revealing the 3rd-year in a white shirt and boxers as he lazily dries his hair off with a small towel.

"you're late," is the first thing he says to you before spinning on his heel to disappear further into his humble abode.

"you didn't exactly inform me you've moved out of the dorms. so, whose fault is it?" you retaliate, inviting yourself in and closing the front door shut.

"whatever. let's get started!" he plops himself on the floor, coffee table filled with loose papers as he struggles to find a specific one amongst the mess. "i've already scanned, exported to pdf, and emailed you my notes. it should be in your inbox by now. anyway, answer this quiz i made so i know what i'll be working on."

"you didn't really have to send your notes, doyoung. i could've just read everything from the textbook," you sit down across from him because otherwise, you'll be too distracted to remember information.

a thought crosses his mind. with what textbook?

"i just think it's missing some essence. that's why i love reading over other psych books in the library for fun. be grateful, those notes are like my babies and i don't simply give them to anyone," he looks at you pointedly. "they've all been summarized and explained in layman's terms so you wouldn't have to spend grueling hours of reading and trying to make sense of the big words as i did — i know that's not the definition of 'fun' normally, but it is for me, and that's why i do it."

"okay, doyoung. you sound so defensive when there's nothing to be defensive about," you tease, feeling pleased with the hint of red on his cheeks as he averts his gaze from yours, muttering incoherent words under his breath.

you spent the following tuesdays, thursdays, and sundays like that; hours upon hours with no one but your tutor, laptops with tangled chargers, a printed copy of his babies, and a mountain pile of loose papers filled with the specialized quizzes doyoung makes to measure your progress. the location varies from a cafe or his flat. but in what you've gathered from the time you spent with him, doyoung's a homebody. cafe tutor sessions are rare, and he always complained about how "noisy" the atmosphere was — "i can't stand it."

but the conversation hadn't always been about academics.

sure, for the first few sessions, doyoung kept an image of professionalism and had heavily insisted on it — "it's for your learning experience!" — despite your lighthearted teasing. but as time passed and he eventually grew more comfortable in your presence, you find the strict 15-minute break he had initially imposed between 45 minutes of studying turned into hours of talking about whatever; how he likes his eggs in the morning, your favorite coffee brew, his favorite show, your strongest pet peeve.

and you wholly welcomed the change, not minding that it's practically dark out whenever you go back to your miserable dorm. you feel butterflies in your stomach whenever doyoung offers to walk you home but never had you taken his offer, still cautious of other people seeing you both together despite his constant reassurances. you've already thoroughly ruined your image. you didn't want to ruin his, too.

kdy the cute tutor, 2:14 pm —last day of midterms! & its all majors today —good luck —remember what i taught u —lets get ice cream after u cant say no

you shake your head bemusedly. his texting style is the most doyoung thing he does and it's as if you can hear him say these things to you in real life. too caught up in your own world, you fail to detect another student sitting next to you and had nearly fallen off your chair in shock when they spoke.

"why are your notes like that?"

you fight the urge to glare at the person, especially when you turn your head and see lee jeno looking at you in genuine curiosity. he's the only batchmate that treats you a wee bit nicer among the rest. although he isn't technically your friend, at least he doesn't look at you like you're a piece of bubblegum stuck under his shoe like all the others.

"what do you mean?"

"they're… the definitions are all jumbled up. where did you even get that?"

what? jumbled up? doyoung himself said these notes are a combination of most of the psychology books he had read last year concerning his subjects. how would it be jumbled up? then again, lee jeno was not tutored by the prodigy himself. maybe things are bound to seem "jumbled up" when information is too great to understand for a feeble mind.

just as you were about to claim these notes aren't yours, the professor has already waltzed into the classroom with a thick wad of papers — the exams. after one last concerned glance directed your way, jeno averts his gaze with a confused tilt of the head.

hours later, you walk out of the classroom with the biggest smile on your face. aced it, you thought. your hands feel numb with how much you wrote on the essay portion but it's worth it if it meant you get the full 25 points, which you no doubt will as it was a topic you surely tackled with doyoung. speaking of... he sure is a man of his word.

"what are you doing here?" you hiss, head ducked with hair framing your face as to not draw attention from the rest of the students filing out of the testing hall.

"i texted you that we're getting ice cream. remember?"

"i did. but i didn't remember agreeing."

he shoots you a comforting smile, planting his hands firmly on your shoulder. “i told you, y/n. i don't care if they all see us together, so what? we all know you didn't commit that crime and it wasn't your fault you were born into the family you had. i don't care about the trivial things, baby, so don't shy away from me, okay?"

how the fuck can you say 'no' when he's looking at you the way he is as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear? doyoung's just so bewitching that he has you wrapped around his slender fingers. he seems pleased when you stumbled over your words as you come up with a reply, caught off guard by his bold gestures.

"i just — you, uhh — fine..." you gave in, rolling your eyes out of pretense.

he just had to call you 'baby' and erupt the butterflies in your stomach.

it had been doing that for the last few months now and it had only truly manifested today when he took you out for ice cream to celebrate the end of hell week. and since you didn't want to go back to your dorm yet, you asked if you guys can watch some movies in his house but it had simply become background noise to your heart-to-heart talks. and what better accompaniment than the classic, chicken and beer?

you listen to him drone on and on about the little realizations he had on some of his past lectures even when you barely understood anything he's saying. doyoung's so lucky to be extremely good at something he's so passionate about, talks about the human mind and the complexity of a person's behavior will never fail to make his eyes light up in interest.

he calls out your name.

your eyes snap open.

"why don't we get you home? it's past 10 and it's alright, stupid, you don't need to pretend to be interested in my psychological findings." he chuckled light-heartedly, stealing the can of the now room-temperature beer from your hands before you can protest.

"i wasn't dozing off, i swear."

"i caught you in the act. stop lying."

like all the other times he has you as his guest, doyoung once again offers to walk you home and you decline for the thousandth time. it really isn't that much of a long walk anyway. you don't see the need for him to go out of his way to secure your safety. plus, you were the one who insisted on hanging out in his house anyway. you weren't that thick-skinned to let him take you home, too.

"you're drunk!" he scolds.

“no, i’m not. i can perfectly handle myself."

"but —"

"bye!"

you feel a little guilty for shutting the door in his face. still, a minute longer of his persistence and you would've taken his offer. unfortunately for doyoung, you are one stubborn girl. only if you don't make brisk movements with your head, then you won't see doubles. you'll be fine, it's just a quick walk and it's not as if you're stupid enough to pass by deserted alleys.

but you had underestimated the divine prowess of your fucked up fate.

everything happened in a matter of three seconds; one, the blinding headlights illuminate your path from behind; two, you hear the loud honk, and as you turn around — three, the vehicle sends you rolling against the asphalt.

you should have taken the alleyways.

for his second act;

he alters your reality.

when you open your eyes, you thought you were dead and your spirit is wandering elsewhere — because you don't believe in trivial things like heaven and god — until an agitated doyoung comes into view. for a split second, you thought, is he dead, too?

"i'm not dead, you idiot." too dazed, you hardly register his anger. "i can perfectly handle myself, she said. i'm not drunk, she said. this wouldn't have happened if you had simply let me walk you home! you're damn fucking lucky you're alive and breathing right now!"

a person clears their throat.

"i don't think it wise to… nag at the patient the moment she wakes. don't you agree, sir?"

pink splotches on doyoung's cheek as he looks down, embarrassed at getting scolded as he stands closer to your bed. "i'm sorry, doc."

you didn't know when your vision cleared or when you started hearing normally again, but it was enough to find out what exactly had transpired on the very night of your tragic accident. a hit and run. fifty-fifty chance of surviving. doyoung getting a call from the hospital in the middle of the night —"they were trying to contact your dad, but he wasn't answering. i was the last person in your call history."

six months in a coma. but today, you wake… only to find out your world has crashed and burned.

"what do you mean i lost my scholarship?"

"baby, listen to me —"

"why did they take it away? is it because of my accident? i'm behind by one term only and i swear i can catch up. they need to let me back in the program. there must've been some mistake —"

"your gpa didn't reach the cut-off grade."

that can't be possible.

"but you tutored me!" you claim with conviction, pointing an accusatory finger at him until you groan, bowing in pain as you clutch your head.

doyoung springs into action. the chair's legs screech against the tiles as he jumps to your aid, ushering you gently back against the hospital bed despite your refusal. "you're not well. lay back down, please."

you don't hear a single word he says, not when you had lost something so crucial. "i put in the effort and learned everything you taught me... i aced those fucking mid-terms! i know i did!" you were on the brink of tearing up as doyoung settled himself in front of you.

"i… i actually saw your papers," his lips set in a thin, hard-line. "everything was all wrong, sweetheart. what happened to you? i tried reasoning with the professors, mentioned your state — you know, with your best friend dying — but they didn't relent. i'm sorry y/n. i'm so —"

gone. everything is gone. the money. the dorm. what if they ask you to pay the fees from last year? what if they ask you to pay the tuition fee for this year? you have no money, no family, no relatives. no one to help. who's even going to pay for the hospital fees?

you weren't able to process anything after that. not with the sudden news of your now revoked scholarship. doyoung pulls you in a tight hug. "i was a bad tutor," he says, snapping you out of it. "maybe i shouldn't have pushed you that hard to learn them. why were your answers even mixed up y/n? i thought you knew those topics already…"

he pulls away, observing your confused state as your eyes dart everywhere in the room. "what — how are they mixed up? i know i got them right. there has to be some mistake. you taught me those topics, remember?"

"i did... "he averts his gaze. "but i don't remember teaching them to you mixed up, darling. i think you did that all on your own."

"but… why would i mix up my answers? that's —"

"see, what i mean?" he cuts you off, raising a hand to give your cheek the most delicate caress. "you're not well, baby. you need to be treated, especially with how much you hit your head during the accident. don't worry, i'm here. we'll try asking if you can stay in the dorms at least until you find another place —"

"am i a charity case to you?"

oh, the surprise on the junior's face when you push him away as you pin him with a hard stare. you just don't get it. why is kim doyoung so adamant about helping you? in becoming your hero, even when you never asked him to be? if you let him help you this time around, that'll be the 3rd time he came to save your ass. it's not as if you're ungrateful. simply, you've had enough of his help. you don't know how a person like you, who literally has nothing, can return the favor to someone like doyoung.

"what are you saying —"

"i'm saying…" you fix him a hard stare. "you helping me out doesn't even benefit you in the slightest. so why do you do it?"

he pauses, staring at you with hesitance in his eyes as this seems to be the very first time you've truly seen him speechless. when doyoung opens his mouth, he mumbles, and you hardly make sense of what he said.

"do you really want to know why?"

you urge him on with an arched eyebrow, his softened tone creeping into your heart.

"you're someone special to me y/n. i don't know how or when i admitted it to myself, but you are, and it hurts me to see how shitty your luck is," he cracks a small grin, slowly settling back onto the hospital bed as he grabs your hand. "it's okay to seek help from others. it isn't a sign of vulnerability or weakness. i help you because i want to, and i'm more than willing to take care of you. will you let me?"

you're not blind. you've noticed the way he had slowly started coming closer as he continued to speak, hands held securely in his as he looked straight at your eyes then down at your lips. and so, you act in a way you know that will surely answer his question — with a kiss.

the man before you immediately reciprocates, overpowering your own eagerness as he curls the tips of his fingers into the roots of your hair. he pulls you close, cradling you against his chest. you can taste his desperation in the way his tongue dances against yours, the kiss transporting you into an alternate reality where your world revolves around doyoung and doyoung alone.

when he pulls away bleary-eyed, both of you ignore the thin strand of saliva connecting your lips. "how about you come live with me for the time being, my love?"

still high off his kiss and natural scent, you hardly mull over the question he asks you. "okay."

days later, after you've been discharged (he wanted to chip in for your hospital bills but you had given him a firm no), doyoung had been the one to show up at the dorm to collect all your things after leaving you in his apartment. the cutie had refused to simply drop you off and had deliberately accompanied you up the elevator, through the halls, and finally into his apartment.

"i'll be out for just a minute, sugarcube."

"oh, can you get take out?"

doyoung had smiled, playfully booping the tip of your nose. "no, because i'll be cooking for us tonight as a little celebration for you getting discharged. you'll love it; i'm making your favorite!"

it was funny how the night had been nothing but utter bliss. the foreign feeling of being taken care of sprouting in your chest as you watch him cooking from behind the counter. it felt… nice. but funny enough, as if doing a 360, you both had immediately gotten into an argument the next day.

"i don't see the need for skipping another day if i feel perfectly fine! i'll figure something out once we get there, doyoung, so can we just —"

"you' re not fine, babylove — hell, you got discharged yesterday! i'm not just about to let you back into the arena with those students. they've only grown more immature since your coma, love. i seriously don't want you near them."

"fine! then i won't talk to them. simple." you throw your hands up. "there. problem solved. now, can we please just go to uni? i need to talk to the dean and the head of student affairs, too —"

"i'm going to uni, not you."

maybe it had been the way he firmly stated his claim, the way his eyes pierced through your soul as if daring you to argue further with him that made you snap.

"i'm not a prisoner in this apartment, doyoung! don't treat me like i have the plague! i'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself — jesus christ, i've been doing it nearly half my fucking life!"

too caught up in your anger, you've failed to notice the tears pouring down his face as he sets his gaze on the floor.

"you're right," his voice cracks. "i shouldn't be pushy like that. i'm sorry. you just mean so much to me and i'm so scared of losing you again. with your coma — i just — it's like i was fighting a losing battle each day that passed when i saw you in that hospital bed. i've never felt so scared in my whole life and i hated myself for not being able to protect you that night."

his tears run like waterfalls, and when you step forward with your arms wide open, doyoung sobs harder as he pulls you against him. you hardly comprehend what he says as he spoke, shaking against your frail body as you felt his tears stain your blouse. "i'm sorry, i never should've dictated what you felt — i'm so sorry."

"no, it's okay. i was feeling a little lightheaded, anyway. i'll stay here and i can come back to school next semester, right? doyoung? just… please stop crying."

he lifts his head, staring at you with bloodshot eyes before giving your forehead a kiss. you let a relieved sigh escape your lips, melting into his warmth as you prop your chin on his shoulder. if you had only been more attentive, you would've seen the reflection of his wicked grin on the tabletops. too easy.

living with him became a blur after that incident. everything fell into a routine for the next four days as you spent the day watching netflix, eating, reading, sleeping. nothing felt fun anymore. but your peaceful life had ceased during the fifth night — the whispers, they woke you up. you can hear them from behind your door at night, and when you rouse awake, you see doyoung walking around the hallway from the tiny gap at the bottom of the door. you had sighed, falling back into your plush bed as you pray to god, he keeps it down.

but what he told you the next day rendered you speechless. "me, walking around the hallways? whispers?" he says, confused. "i was already asleep, love. knocked out cold the moment my body fell on the bed."

"but…"

he doesn't spare you a glance as he takes his sweet time skimming through his notes on the dining table, coffee in one hand. "maybe it's just the meds kicking in."

"no, surely it was real! i literally woke up in the middle of the night," you repeat. "it's okay if it was you, doyoung. i'm not mad."

he sets his coffee mug down a little too loud.

"well, you can't be mad at me, sugar, because like i said — it wasn't me," it doesn't take a genius to notice he's awfully cranky today. you observe him, dark half-moons under his eyes as he relentlessly reads his notes with instant coffee in one hand.

"you're just imagining things, okay? stop acting crazy."

for some reason, the way he had uttered certain words like 'imagining' and 'crazy' made you curl into your seat in embarrassment. he was right that your doctor did prescribe a generous amount of pills per day, but his tone made it feel off, made you feel like there was something wrong with you even when there wasn't…

right?

you didn't say a word after that and had hesitantly pecked him on the cheek before he left for school. with the amount of time you're with him, two things stood out to you — his keen sense of observation and his knack for reading people. you highly doubt he didn't notice a shift in your behavior but a part of you thinks it's just the stress talking. he is about to take his finals and had recently started on his research paper.

every psych student is required to present a paper in accordance with the department's annual theme. it could be anything from proposing a theory (if you dare) to constructing a well-developed psychology model. if you don't turn one in, you don't graduate — the paper's that important, and you've been bugging him for so long about sneaking a peek on what his study is about. but he always refused.

the next week came rolling around, and both of you had been spending every day together due to the semestral break. the arguments have significantly lessened, but your episodes — eventually, you started calling it that way because that's how doyoung labels it — have only gotten worse. you end up moving out of the guest room and into his. privacy be damned. the whispers stopped momentarily but what came next became your imminent downfall.

the first time you heard it, you thought you were dreaming. but the doorknob kept rattling aggressively even as you sat up. just as you climb off the bed, your half-asleep boyfriend asks where you're going.

"bathroom," you lied.

you were always the one to snort when it comes to the supernatural, claiming it's all bullshit. yet, as whatever outside continues to fight its way inside the room, the rattling progressing into loud bangs against the door, you're not so sure of your beliefs anymore. you're not crazy. nothing is wrong with you, and you're perfectly fine. this apartment is cursed, and you are going to prove that to doyoung.

grabbing your phone from the bedside table, you turn the flash on, pointing the camera at the door as you take a footage of the mad entity that has been playing games with you. a squeal escapes your lips when a particular bang! reverberates louder in the room than all the others. the phone slips your hand, falling onto the floorboards. you don't bother to retrieve it as you scramble to get yourself back under the blanket and into doyoung's comfortable warmth.

you snuggle yourself plush against his chest, shaking as you wrap your arms around his waist, inhaling his natural scent to anchor you back.

bang! bang! bang!

you didn't get a wink of sleep last night.

"can't the video wait? there's a new episode of start-up, and i want to watch it already!" he whines, shoving his face further on the throw pillow situated on your lap.

you giggle, shaking your head as you scroll through your gallery to find the video. i'm not imagining things. i'm not hallucinating. i'm not crazy. "here! watch... i'm telling you this apartment is haunted, and the ghost probably likes you, which is why it doesn't bother you —"

your lighthearted rambling cuts off when you notice no sound emitting from your phone. weird. you could've sworn you started recording right when the loud banging has already started. your heart drops upon the wary stare doyoung shoots you before he continues to watch the video.

no, no, no, no — please!

you quickly scoot over to his side, watching as the video unfolds before your very eyes. the shot was messy as the phone was handheld, not to mention you were panicking at the time. but the video is silent. not a single noise of a rattling doorknob or banging on the door can be heard through your phone's speakers.

"maybe — maybe you didn't turn the volume up?"

you hardly contain the mortification in your face when you realize the volume's at 100 already. and as if on cue, your squeal is heard in the video and the noise of the phone hitting the floor.

doyoung's silence shakes your whole being. as you kneel before him teary-eyed, your voice breaks. "i swear, i'm not crazy."

but at this point, you don't believe yourself anymore.

for his third and final act;

he triumphs.

his deprivation began in minuscule ripples.

it didn't take much effort on doyoung's end to convince you to stop studying for a year or two, at least, only until your hallucinations aren't as severe anymore. everyday felt like hell on earth as the fine line between what's real and what isn't has blurred over one too many times. in sheer paranoia of accidentally hurting him in his sleep, you moved out of his bedroom and had started sleeping in the guest room again — much to doyoung's frustration.

but he's a smart man, one that recognizes an opportunity amidst the hurdles thrown on his path.

"why does my door need a lock outside again?"

he approaches you, who’s sitting cross-legged on the bed, after screwing in the last of the screws that came with the new doorknob. doyoung is familiar with the look written on your face, has observed and studied you enough to navigate his way inside your pretty little head with ease.

he can't have you doubting him, can he?

"you know i'm all about protecting you, right?" he starts. you nodded. "i've been doing it for a year now, and i will continue to do so until you need me to. the world is a bad place, sweetheart, remember? your own best friend's mother tried framing you. your dad disowned you. you've been ostracized in the whole college... do you think i'm just like the rest of them, baby?"

doyoung has already mastered the perfect expression of a kicked-puppy, one that easily pulls at your heartstrings and has you cooing at him.

"no!" you say with conviction, reaching forward to thread your fingers through his. "i know you're different, not like any of them at all. i know you're only doing what's… best for me."

he ignores the underlying hesitance in your tone. that will be corrected, sooner or later.

doyoung tightens his hold as he kisses the back of your hand. such an innocent gesture — but such ill intentions.

"the outside lock helps me in protecting you, love. you don't need to worry about anything. just focus on getting better, alright? i'll keep the bad guys away from you."

it was during his first semester of senior year, a few months back, doyoung and a good few students of his batch had been granted the opportunity to intern for a mental hospital located near the edge of the city. he was supposed to decline the offer but you convinced him to take the spot. it had only been a two-week “job” yet it was enough for doyoung to conclude — he’d rather kill you than subject you to the horrors of what the patients have to go through in the loony bin.

eventually, the small ripples shift into unforgiving waves, dragging you into the depths as everything comes crashing down before your very own eyes.

it should have been like any other day inside the apartment. doyoung's already gone in the morning to attend classes. though not before setting a tray of your brunch on the nightstand, making sure to lock your door on his way out. he knew your nightmares and anxiety kept you up at night, resulting in longer hours of sleep during the day.

turns out, you moving out of his bedroom had been a blessing in disguise. coming home to an empty apartment has become his biggest fear yet, and you unconsciously found a solution for him. one that doesn’t have him fidgeting on his seat as he counts down the minutes ‘til he’s back by your side.

doyoung smiles unconsciously as he listens to his professor drone on and on in front of him — his mind at peace, knowing you're safe and sound in your little prison.

until he received a text that made his blood run cold.

ty, 11:34 am —im done.

meanwhile, you rouse awake once more to thunderous poundings against your bedroom door. oh no, you thought. it's happening again. this time, there'll be no doyoung barging into your room, half-asleep and hair messy, as he tries to calm you down. you throw the blankets over you as you sob, hugging your legs against your chest as you try to 'wake yourself up' from the hallucination.

the person outside calls for your name, the desperation in their tone alighting a new-found fear in your heart. you don't know what's real anymore. is this truly happening, or is it another hallucination your fucked up mind has conjured up?

"please! it's taeyong! y/n, can you hear me?"

taeyong?

slowly, your head peaks above the blanket, warily staring at the door. doyoung has warned you about these kinds of things, has practically ingrained in your mind that whoever comes looking for you will take you away from him. not to mention, doyoung slipped one time and said he isn’t friends with taeyong anymore.

the banging on the door progresses.

“are you in there? answer me! i can’t find the key!”

you don’t say anything, merely pushing the covers off your body as you keep your eyes fixed on the beating door. it looks like it’s about to pop out its hinges as taeyong relentlessly fights his way inside your room. what are you going to do? do you open the door? oh. right. you can’t do that on your own accord. the key is with doyoung and he isn’t in the apartment at the moment.

all your thoughts come to a halt when the boy outside sends the door flying open, finally breaking the lock with one powerful kick. you flinch back, his actions pushing you on your feet, wanting to place a maximum amount of distance from the intruder.

taeyong looks frantic, disheveled as he immediately notices your alarmed state. he approaches you cautiously, hands up to show his empty palms. “hey, hey… it’s just me, y/n. i’m not going to hurt you. i’m not the enemy here.”

“doyoung doesn’t know you’re here, does he?”

the look of surprise on his face is an answer in itself. for someone doyoung had proudly claimed to have “broken” you’re still quite quick to catch up on things, taeyong observed. and he doesn’t know what to feel about it — pity? guilt?

“that’s not important!” he claims, boldly surging forward to grasp your shoulders with a firm grip. taeyong felt his heart dropping when you flinch under his grasp.

“listen to me. we need to get you out of here. doyoung isn’t — he isn’t everything you thought he is!” he can’t help but raise his voice, panic surging through him because there’s not much time left and you aren’t exactly cooperating. you’ve been trying to shrug off his hold the whole time.

“do you think he actually loves you?”

“he does! stop saying bullshit!”

“doyoung never loved anyone and you want to know why? because he’s too in love with his research to care for anything else!” taeyong felt bad to have been so direct, especially when he sees the tears now falling freely down your cheeks. “listen to me, y/n! i’m not the enemy! if there’s anyone you should be pushing away, it’s doyoung! he turned you into his lab rat! you are nothing but a variable in his study! don’t you get it?”

taeyong grabs a firm but gentle hold of your head, trying to make you look at him straight in the eye for the gravity of what he’s about to say to you.

“doyoung had his eye on you since sophomore year. i told him this was a bad idea and that he should change the topic of the research and he was. fucking hell, he was about to scrap the whole thing until your bestfriend died and did you know what that psycho told me? that it was a sign for him to continue the research! and i’ve been pestering him so much that he moved out because he claimed i was going to get in the way of his discovery.

tell you what, if you can tell me right here, right now, that he has mentioned anything — anything at all — about his study to you then everything i’m saying is a lie.”

you have asked doyoung for the longest time about that research but the answers have always been the same. “not yet, my love. it’s not time for it to be seen with your eyes. soon, okay?”

with a voice not louder than a whisper, you ask. “what… what’s his research about?”

you fail to see the sorry look on taeyong’s face. “in psychology, they say a person only develops psychosis mainly through genetics or drugs. although you’re technically already a worthy “lab rat” considering your mom and upbringing, he wanted to expand the external factors of what causes the disorder — grief, grades, toxic family relations…”

you hear a ringing in your ear and a sudden urge to throw up. only, you didn’t have anything to hurl because your brunch remains untouched on your bedside.

“but he hadn’t been successful. and that’s… that’s where i came along. doyoung thought the medications he’s been giving you isn’t doing what he wanted it to and he knew he needed a little push. i was… i gave him that push. remember the whispers, the banging on the door at night? it was all me. he made me do it. you know what that means, right? you’re not crazy. you don’t need to stay here cooped up like some kind of pet, believing all his lies as if it’s written in a fucking bible —”

he stops. and if he hadn’t, you wouldn’t’ve heard the familiar beeps of the front door’s automated lock going off. doyoung’s home.

in lightning speed, taeyong has you sheltered behind him, throwing his warm coat over you in the process, hoping to give the smallest comfort amidst the chaos that’s about to erupt. there’s no point in pretending or hiding — one look at that lock and his crazy friend would know something’s off.

taeyong feels you flinching behind him with every heavy footstep against the floorboards as doyoung wastes no time in getting to your room. and when he finally appears, hands braced against the door frame, you’ve never been this scared your whole life. his eyes are drawn into slits, fixated on taeyong alone. “how fucking dare you?”

“it’s over, doyoung. give it up or you wouldn’t have to suffer a longer sentence than you’ll already get.” taeyong tried with his whole being to appear intimidating.

“what’re you saying, yong? i meant, how fucking dare you barge in here and disturb my girlfriend in her sleep? that’s not very nice of you…” doyoung sports a disarming gummy smile as he approaches, hand outstretched and beckoning towards you. “c’mere, baby. i don’t think you’ve eaten lunch yet?”

“drop the fucking act, you psycho!”

“what act?” doyoung tilts his head innocently, gaze shifting from taeyong’s and yours, who keeps peeking from over his ex-friend’s shoulder. luring you out is a piece of cake unless taeyong decides to make things a wee bit more complicated, doyoung thought. “i’m just concerned for my darl —”

“we’re leaving.” taeyong cuts him off, breaking eye contact as he places a firm grip around your wrist. he pulls you towards him, farther away from your supposed lover as he tries walking past doyoung.

but the said man pushes taeyong back with a humorless smile on his face. “and who told you that you can do that?”

a pregnant silence befalls the room as the two men size each other up. they regard each other with such hostility, you can't help but unconsciously fist the back of taeyong's sweater in nervousness, prompting the man to turn his head over his shoulder for a swift second to check up on you.

but a second is all that doyoung needed to deliver the first kick towards taeyong's legs, throwing him off his balance. if it was one thing doyoung knew, is that he needed to eliminate taeyong's agility all together if he wants to win against him.

but taeyong isn't one to back down. the moment doyoung straddles him on the floor, with a fist raised to throw a punch, taeyong grunts as he rolls them around. doyoung now receiving taeyong's rain of fists as he yells. "fuck you! you manipulative asshole!"

you sat on the corner, horrified of the scene happening before you. you've never seen doyoung this way. he has always been your sweet, caring bunny, but after everything taeyong said, you aren't so sure you even know the man you've been living with.

"everything i did, i did it for her!" you flinch at the sound of bones breaking as doyoung kicked taeyong's ribs. "she had nothing to lose! i saved her!"

the door is open, you noticed. wide-open and inviting you to make a run for it. and you would have made a run for it... but taeyong. you can't leave him behind, not when he lays there bloody and grunting in pain as doyoung lets his anger take over him. so, as stupid as may be, you did it. you had to.

"you didn't save me," you say, schooling your face into indifference as doyoung whips around, forgetting about taeyong in the bat of an eye. "you caged me in here, treated me like there's something wrong with me, gaslighted me into believing everything you said! and... what did you say? 'saved me'? you made me go through hell!"

the whole time, taeyong tries his hardest to stand upright, but his broken ribs don't allow him to. the pain too great that he had no choice but to crawl instead, arms pulling his weight as he drags himself across the floorboards, desperately trying to get doyoung's attention back on him even if it meant getting beaten to death.

meanwhile, he had his eyes trained on you the whole time you spoke, sobbing as you walk backward in fear as doyoung approached you with a dark glint in his eye. he doesn't like what you're saying; that much is very clear. he wanted to yell at you, to scream of your ungratefulness despite his constant care but instead, he says.

"i thought we were making progress, baby. i guess i have to drill everything in your brain again. you're not okay, but you will be after i treat you."

you try to fight the urge to look at taeyong as he finds his strength, silently rising up from the floor to ambush doyoung while he's so busy preaching about you.

"what i said is true, baby. do you actually think this scum over here is doing this to save you? do you actually believe everything he said? i've been here since day-1, my love. literally. and have i ever let you down? no. everything i'm doing is for us. even this damned research!"

taeyong surges forward to put him in a chokehold, but everything happened so fast, and the next thing you knew —

"did you actually think i'd fall for that?"

you didn't know the sound of a knife cutting through flesh could sound that loud, but nothing could beat the strained gasp that tumbled through taeyong's lips as he shakily held the knife pierced through his heart. you would've been concerned about how doyoung got it so accurate in one go or where the knife even came from. but you were too busy screaming, collapsing against the wall as you let out a broken sob.

"no," you mutter. "no, no, no..."

you can't bear to avert your eyes from taeyong as he lies dying before you. the look of fear in his eyes would forever be ingrained in your mind, and no amount of brainwashing or gaslighting would ever make you forget.

doyoung killed him. you lost.

the knife clatters loudly on the floor as he slowly turns around as if he himself has yet to register what he did. you didn't know what to expect from doyoung's reaction but certainly not the eerie smile that starts spreading on his face.

"now... how about that lunch, baby?"

✉ : a repost no one asked but i respectfully dont give a fuck <3

#hmu if i missed a warning #yandere doyoung #yandere kpop #yandere nct #yandere nct 127 #tw swearing #tw manipulation #tw violence #tw knife

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Sick or treating

"Y/n chan!! Great timing! We've been looking for you the whole day!!" You looked away from your phone and saw two familiar girls approaching you

"Emma, Hina too!! It's nice to see you two!!" The two of them waved at you

"Hey, Hear me out y/n!! we're throwing a Halloween party tomorrow night!! Grandpa was in a good mood so he's letting us use his dojo! Isn't that great!!" Emma was practically jumping up and down from her excitement, hina doing the same.

"A party?? That's new, and your grandpa actually agreed?" You asked, and stood up as you put your hands behind your head.

"Yep! I figured we needed something like this, mikey rarely ever hangs out at home--" you and hina gave her a questioning look, wondering if that was really the reason.

"and y-you know, we can hang out with the guys!!" Emma protested, she obviously wanted to see draken wear something cute..

"I called hina last night and we started talking about Halloween, and it came down to this!" She giggled and clasped her hands

"I'm glad we both agree that this would be amazing!!" Hina and emma made a quick high five.

"Not only that, The best part is we get to wear silly costumes together!! This is so exciting<3!" Hina added as she went on with different costumes to wear,

You let out a long hum, Pondering if you had any plans for the following day, but as you didn't have anything else to do this week, why the hell not?

"You didn't even need to ask, I'm so down! Let's do this!" You let out a wide grin

"I already have a few images of the guys wearing cute outfits--"Hina quickly covered her mouth to stop herself from giggling.

"Mikey would look cute in a red riding hood outfit---"

"That would look hilarious! Why red riding hood though??"

"okay but can we pleaseeee dress up as chippettes??! That would be so cut---"

"No, anything but that y/n."

"o-okay-"

I mean, what could go wrong?

"E-eh?! What do you mean by that?!

"I can't go. Mom said my cold won't go down if i keep going outside. God--- i hate this so muchhh" You sprawled onto your bed, letting out a sigh of disappointment, talking to both girls as they shared concern looks on their faces from your phone screen.

"For real?! What a bum. I even had a bunch of your favorite snacks in here." Emma pouted, as she showed poor y/n a few of the snacks she longingly craved.

"Please, I'm this close to sneaking out. Don't torture me with food." You let out a giggle as you faked a 'Cry'

" Kidding aside, you guys should start getting ready for tonight's party! Impress both of your man!" You cheered on, both girls blushed furiously.

"Are you sure y/n? We can just throw this party next week--?"

" I was already looking forward for us to wear this set of cute customes! Y/n!" Hina pouted

You sighed "Hina, Emma. I'm sorry---i know i promised that I'd go to the party but you guys can still go on without me!! I just think my mom would ground me for life if i keep nagging her."

"Well, you need to rest girl. Otherwise you'd be stuck in your bed forever" Emma raised her right hand and did a quick salute. Hina following after

You rolled your eyes, I guess they're both trying their best to..cheer you up??

"oh wait! Don't forget to the tell the boys! In any case they ever wonder where the hell i am."

"m'kay!!"

"Have fun!!" You sluggishly threw away your phone in the side as the call ended. You were supposed to enjoy tonight but your runny nose had to be a jerk and just---

A few minutes had gone by, you were just scrolling through TikTok, watching dumb videos to keep you entertained and (possibly distract yourself from the fact that your friends were having a blast while you, were bedridden.)

"Y/n, honey?" Your shoulders tensed as you heard a soft knock in your door.

"Yeah uhm, did you need something mom?" You whined from across the room, too lazy to get up from your bed.

She gave you a knowing grin, and cleared her throat.

"Takashi's here honey..." Your mom replied with a smile.

"oh crap! I forgot to text him!"

"U-uhm mom, I'll be down in a minute!"

You vaulted out of your bed, taking a quick glance at the mirror and fixing your hair. Nearly tripping as you rushed downstairs to see Takashi, sitting at your couch. He was dressed as a crazy scientist---

'He looks really good with glasses on.'

You quickly shrugged your head, looking at mitsuya, who was now also staring at you with his eyebrows raised.

"Babe...are you going to the party dressed in pajamas?" He stiffled a laugh

You glared at your boyfriend. "I'd gladly go with just my pajamas but no, I can't go. I'm sick" You sighed in frustration as you sat in the couch, maintaining distance because of your cold.

The lilac haired boy crossed his arms over his chest. "Did your mom tell you not to go?"

"Yeah.. I'm sorry , i forgot to text you about this." You turned to look at his lap, which had a spare helmet, the one you always use whenever he'd drive you home.

Taking a quick glance at the clock, gasping as it was almost 8pm. You turned to look back at your boyfriend.

"Kashi, it's almost 8.. The others are probably already wondering where the hell you are--"

"Do you want me to stay with you?" He inched closer, holding your hands and gave you the softest smile.

"What?" You let out a puzzled look.

"Kashi, look. I know you guys have been looking forward to this party. I mean, You've been texting me all day about your costume. I'm fine really, so go enjoy yourself" You gave him a fruity grin, drawing small circles around his hands.

He sighed. "You're right. I should get going, You need to rest darling, don't stay up late. And oh....don't lock your door" He raked a hand through his hair, and went on his way outside the door..not even saying goodbye?

You pouted, now you were really gonna spend Halloween alone, in your room.

"Who's a good boy! You are!!" You let out a laugh as your dog continuously licked your hands. Atleast someone was willing to spend Halloween with you

"a-ahh not the face! You can't!" You turned your head away from your dog as he tried to pounce over you. Quickly wiping away your nose with tissues.

You sat up from your bed, "I should probably do something fun.." you puffed out your cheeks, grabbing your laptop as you sat comfortably in your bed. Furiously scrolling through Netflix, 'what the hell should i watch'

You glanced at your phone, it was already 8:50, your friends were probably already stuffing out their mouths with food. You chuckled at the thought of Mikey stealing Draken's pudding. Or Baji screaming at the top of his lungs while chifuyu tries to atleast stop him--

You let out a groan as you heard a knock from the door again, can't you just enjoy the night?

"Come in, mom!!" You sniffled, grabbing another tissue as you let out a loud sneeze.

Rubbing your nose, you grabbed your ever-so-fluffy blanket and snuggled up inside.

"Mind if i join you?" You froze as you heard someone from behind, you could swear that you just saw a random gleam of light

"K-kashi?! Why are you-- weren't you at the party?!"

Now staring at the lilac haired boy in front of you, he gave you a pat in the head

"Babe, You really think I'd let you celebrate Halloween alone? We needed snacks while watching some movies"

He raised both his hands, which was holding a blanket, and a bag full of snacks.

"Help me set up this blanket fort?" He says while extending his hand for you

"Kashi~~~(╥﹏╥)" You wailed as you held on to his extended arm.

He's literally the best boyfriend you could ask for.

A total of 30 minutes was spent when the two of you decided to make a blanket fort in your room, stuffing a bunch of your teddy bears inside to make things cozier.

The two of you were snuggled inside your fluffy blanket, currently munching your (f/s) while mitsuya rested his head on your lap

"WHAT-- SHE'S LITERALLY CLOSE TO ESCAPING-- HOW did she even trip." You moaned in frustration, complaining as to why every main characters in horror movies are so dumb.

"That's how horror movies work, darling"

You continued to rake your fingers through his soft hair, blurting out a random question.

"Kashi?" You look down at him. He looks back up at you with a questioning look

"Yeah?"

"Did i ever tell you how much i love you?" You suddenly uttered, making the poor boy flustered and red.

"Wha- what's gotten into you.." He quickly grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers and smiles softly. " Well, let's hear it" He asks, now grinning.

"I was planning to just cry all evening because of my cold. But you suddenly came out of nowhere and offered to build a blanket fort." You chuckled

"But you know... That's the thing that i love the most about you. You make me feel special, The way you hold my hand whenever we walk together, or the way you smile whenever you reassure me that everything's fine, the way you get excited whenever i wear the clothes you sew for me. You even bring a spare hair tie in your hand because you know how much i lose things. No one's ever done that much for me.." You felt yourself getting red, so you had to stare at the side, completely avoiding Takashi's gaze up at you.

"Kashi. You're home to me." You felt your boyfriend grab both of your hands, as he sat up in front of you.

"Y/n"

"Yeah?"

"Can i kiss you?"

"I-i have a cold, so I don't kno-"

You were cut off as he inched closer, holding the back of your head, pinning you to the pillows as your lips intertwined. A few seconds passed and the two of you took turns to catch your breath.

"Y/n..you deserve all this.. I don't mind holding your hand as much as you want. I'll bring tons of hair ties-- I'll cook for you-- Hell, In 12 years, I'm willing to do more with you."

Your breath hitched at the thought of your boyfriend, Mitsuya wearing an apron, cooking breakfast as your children sits beside you eagerly waiting for their father to finish cooking.

"Then you'd spend a lifetime with me?" You let out a fruity grin.

"Gladly." He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss in your forehead.

~~~~~~Maybe catching a cold at Halloween wasn't a bad idea after all~~~~~~~

(yep, Mitsuya definitely catched your cold. also, the guys weren't totally teasing him leaving the party in a rush after he grabbed a bunch of snacks 💀.) He was wearing the costume the whole time

#tokyo revengers mitsuya #anime #secrets of blackthorn hall #fluff #tokyorev boys #x reader #takashi mitsuya #tokyo revengers

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Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13ish. | tagging @today-in-fic | read on AO3

Chapter 53 - The Stakeout

[ Felix ]

My plan is working out so perfectly, I honestly can't believe it! I didn't slip up once about Felix and Suzie's secret stakeout, not even when Dad asked me if we had any plans for tonight.

"Uhm, no, maybe we'll watch Frozen II again, you know… in our pajamas and stuff…" My innocent act is so convincing, Dad doesn't suspect a thing.

Hee hee, I'm so clever! I always break out in giggles whenever I imagine the surprise on Dad's face when he sees us at the movie's, even though I haven't decided yet if we're going to stay hidden or reveal ourselves. Guess we'll just see how it goes and wing it.

I make a big show out of searching for my bunny I just can't sleep without and who I find stuffed into a corner underneath my bed ('How did you get in there?') and packing up my things, including the DVD I'm pretending we're going to watch, snickering to myself at my deception skills.

Dad drops me off at Suzie's house well before we're supposed to leave, which gives us enough time to hole up in her room that is refreshingly un-girly, to talk over our plan one final time.

"Remember, no dawdling, we need to get to the movie's early, did you tell your mom that?" Suzie nods enthusiastically, she's a really great partner to have!

"Yup. I've told her about a thousand times, she's getting so annoyed at me whenever I bring it up. Did you confirm that we do have the right movie theater? It would be such a shame if we went to the wrong one!"

"Mh-hm, check! I asked my dad about his plans today, like I don't even care that much about them. It's so funny that I know all about it, like when and with whom he's going but he still keeps it a secret, as if I wasn't smart enough to figure some stuff out on my own!"

"Good, good. Oooh I'm so excited, Felix!"

"Me tooo! I can't wait until it's time to leave!" We jump around on her bed with glee, to burn off some of our nervous energy until we're tuckered out on the bed, still holding our stomachs with laughter.

And then, oh boy I'm so nervous, it's time to leave for the movies. Suzie and I tumble over ourselves to get in the car and her mom gives us a mildly exasperated look from the front seat, asking "Everybody ready?"

Heck yeah, I was born ready, bring it on!

"Would you like to get some popcorn guys?" I can barely hear Suzie's mom's question, too busy scanning the crowd for a familiar with an unfamiliar face.

"Uh huh!," I answer absent-mindedly, my heart jumping when I see someone I think is my dad, but who turns out to only have the same haircut. The suspense is killing me!

"Where are they?" My voice is an urgent whisper only Suzie's supposed to hear but she just shrugs, looking over the crowd herself with eagle eyes.

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[ DS ]

Waiting all dressed up for a night at the movie's, I'm waiting on the stairs to my bedroom, checking my watch every five second's because I'm so anxious, I forget the time the second I look away from the watch. Mulder's late for our date, which is quite unusual for him and I'm this close to freaking myself out into thinking he's going to stand me up tonight.

Which is crazy, he's confirmed it so many times in the last three days, the rational side of my brain states matter-of-factly, while the little part of me that's been stood up and/or ghosted plenty of times in the past is currently anxiously breathing into a paper bag. Scared half to death that this is the other shoe about to drop, no-one could be this perfect. Could they?

Saved from further falling down that particular rabbit hole of self-doubt by the literal doorbell, I'm across the front hall in a relieved dash, opening the door to reveal my very handsome date, grinning sheepishly over a bouquet of daisies.

"Sorry I'm late, you can't imagine how hard it is to get a hold of daisies in January!" He steps into the doorway and into my personal space to slip his free hand to the small of my back to pull me closer, lean down and press a gentle kiss to my smiling lips. "Hi!"

It's simple and sweet, but it doesn't fail to tingle in all the right places and a few wrong ones, for standing in the doorway at least. It takes a few breathless moments to drag back my mind from going down the path of Just drag him upstairs, movie be damned.

"Hi! Thank you, how did you know daisies are my favorite flowers?" The hand has not left it's spot on my back, now it's tracing maddeningly slow circles over the silky material of my dress as his lips turn upwards into a self-satisfied smirk. Maybe he picked up on the tiny flush on my cheeks or the imperceptible hitch of my breath when the thought of how much I'd like to discover how his hand would feel underneath all the silk. Heaven help me, I don't think I'll survive sitting next to him at the movies, smelling so heavenly and looking so delicious in his casual grey shirt and jeans.

"I used my impeccable deducting skills as a profiler, handkerchief and the name you picked out at Starbuck's and all that… so I took a wild guess. You should maybe put these in some water." Even if his arm wasn't wrapped around my waist with no intention of letting go anytime soon, I wouldn't trust my wobbly legs to take me to the kitchen without falling.

Dimly aware that we're cutting it kind of close to get to the movies on time, I can't resist the temptation of running my hands up the soft cotton on his chest and around his neck, toying with the hair on the back of his neck that I know will make his breath hitch.

"You're probably right… " Another hitched breath when I press my nose into his neck, pretending not to breathe in his aftershave too obviously. "But you look too handsome to let go just now." His bashful chuckle and an indiscernible mumble I think is supposed to be "Oh stop, you…" makes me smile into his freshly shaved, smooth neck.

"Guys. If you're going to make out in the doorway all night, can you at least close the door? It's getting cold in here!" The icy glare I shoot over my shoulder at Holly, leaned against the archway into the living room, arms crossed and smirk on her face, doesn't faze her one bit. "Besides, didn't you want to see a movie?"

Regretfully, the hand on my back leaves its spot the second she started to speak and I already miss its warmth, even though I'm sure it'll find its way back to that spot sometime later tonight anyway.

"I'll …uh.. put these in some water."

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[ FM ]

I'm not entirely sure how I'm going to survive sitting next to Scully in that dress for almost two hours without a misdemeanor for public indecency, my heart still so elated from her calling me handsome. I'm glad I kept that embarrassed giggle to myself, guys don't get complimented even half as often as they'd like and most of the time it's in answer to telling a woman she's beautiful, with a 'You don't look so bad yourself.' Which doesn't even feel half as good as a genuine compliment.

In my daze after our close encounter at the door, I somehow manage to remember on our way to the kitchen that I haven't told her how absolutely amazing she looks in her dress yet. A gross oversight I correct immediately, earning myself an embarrassed giggle and the flash of a bright smile from Scully.

Daisies placed in a glass vase and decorating the girls's kitchen table from now on, we're finally off to the movies, just a tad later than planned. The whole car ride, my hand clutching the steering wheel itches to place itself on the exposed skin just above her knee, if I wasn't so sure not to run a red light or two with that kind of distraction.

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[ Felix ]

I stare at the big clock in the foyer of the movie theater in horror, watching the minute hand inch forward bit by bit, growing more antsy with every passing minute. It's already 6:20pm and I'm actually so antsy, I've already stuffed half of my popcorn bag into my mouth and drank a good part of my soda.

"What if they're not coming?" Suzie whispers to me anxiously for the thousandth time tonight, only adding to my own worries.

Then, after almost an eternity, my heart leaps into my throat beating so hard I can actually feel its erratic beating in my neck, I spot Dad's head over the crowd of people waiting for the movie to start. He's wearing the biggest grin I've ever seen on his face, but even when I crane my neck and shift left and right, I can't see who he's talking to. Darn it, why do I have to be so short?

Time stops for me and the racing heartbeat in my throat when the crowd parts just enough for me to see and what I see makes me wish I never came to this stupid movie theater in the first place.

With a painful twisting of my stomach, a thousand times worse than when Simon kicked me in there at recess one time, I discover that the person he's got his arm wrapped around, leaning down to whisper something in her ear that makes her laugh, is no other than Miss Scully. My Miss Scully!

The other people's laughter, the crunch of their popcorn, the rustling of the tickets in their hands, the teenage-boy yelling behind the counter - "Do you want butter on that popcorn?" - are far too loud in my ears as the world as I know it shatters into a million pieces right before my eyes.

No, no, no, this is not happening! This is not my dad, pulling my Miss Scully into a kiss with a hand on her cheek, ruining what I thought would be just a fun story to tell in the future, how I cleverly found out the identity of a stranger.

Frozen to the spot, I stare at them in open-mouthed shock, hands clenched tightly around both popcorn and cup, holding my breath in hope of waking up from this nightmare. I count to ten slowly, expecting to open my eyes any second to find myself back in my room, in the safety of my warm bed, my world in which my dad would never lie to me still intact.

Christmas. Since Christmas, all they did was lie to me, sneaking around behind my back, probably snickering at my attempts to uncover the secret identity of Squirrel, who was under my nose all along, stupid baby Felix was just too blind to see it.

“Felix!” Suzie squeals out next to me, jumping back from the splashes of my soda cup and the few kernels of popcorn I didn't even realize I've let go of. The sound of my name turns Dad’s head sharply, searching the crowd until our eyes lock across the crowded room, shocking me back into action.

Trampling over my scattered, soda soaked popcorn, weaving my way past the laughing people, past Dad who I see out of the corner of my eye is pushing his way through the crowds himself, past the coat-check and out the double doors onto the busy street.

A huge, ugly ball of emotions is burning a hole in my stomach and my chest is painfully tight, the stiff January breeze freezing the hot tears on my cheeks in seconds

I’ve already made up my mind on my way out, the only clear thought I’m able to make in my confusion. I'm running away.

From the two people I thought I could trust, but who've lied to me for weeks, to the only safe place I can think of. Grandma's house. It can't be that far to run to, I think, but I might have to stop and ask a stranger for directions to New Haven. “Hi, I’m Felix and I’m lost, can you help me please?”

Over the sounds of the bustling of a city full of strangers that have no idea why a little boy without a coat is tearing down the sidewalk, I can hear Dad's hot on my heels, calling out my name over and over, yelling for me to please stop.

Ignoring his pleas in a blind panic, I run as fast as my little legs will go, if I can only get across that street, onto the square, I can disappear into the crowd and never go back.

Just when I think I've almost made it, two familiar arms around my waist scoop me up from the sidewalk, effectively stopping all my plans to start a new life with Grandma. No! Let me go! I need to get to Grandma's house!

Kicking and screaming stuck in the worst tantrum of my life, the people passing by glance our way uncomfortably, I claw at his arms to break free from the death grip he keeps around my waist. The will to fight leaves my body with each kick and every scream until I've tired myself out enough for Dad to set me back down onto the sidewalk.

Trembling and freezing cold, I let Dad turn me around to surrender into the only safe space I’ve known my entire life. Sobbing all the hurt, the fear, the betrayal and the confusion into the shoulder of his shirt that smells like our laundry detergent, his familia Dad-smell, safety and home.

His hands stroking my back and my hair are so familiar, I instinctively wrap my arms around him too, clinging to him like a baby Koala bear. "I'm sorry, Felix. I'm so sorry.," he apologizes into my hair over and over again, he sounds so genuinely upset, I slowly, very slowly, start to believe him.

After having my world turned upside down and then turned right side up again in just a few minutes, I'm suddenly so very tired and also really, really cold without my coat to keep me warm.

"I want to go home, Dad." I admit quietly into his shoulder, casting a glance at the group of people standing a little off to the side with anxious faces, the most anxious and guilty of all is Miss Scully, arms wrapped around herself shivering so hard in the cold, I feel really bad for her for a moment. No! I'm the victim here, silly little Felix who's always kept out of the loop of anything important. Did they ever stop to think about me, at all?

“Okay, come on, I’ll take you home baby!” I’m too weak to give my usual protests of being called ‘baby’, hiding my blotchy face from the outside world in his neck as Dad picks me up effortlessly and carries me back inside to retrieve our coats.

The others follow without a word, unsure of what to do with themselves right now. Suzie and her mom excuse themselves shortly after shrugging on their coats, clearly uncomfortable by the sudden turn of events, and head back home.

Still dazed and confused, I let Dad place me onto my car seat and buckle me in, something he hadn't had to do in years, ever since I figured out how to do it all by myself.

I glance over his shoulder to the movie theater entrance to spot Miss Scully still standing there, alone, looking just as sad and lost and small as I feel right now, which gives me a little guilty pang to the stomach. Because deep down, even if I’m mad and sad at the same time for what they did, I hate seeing that look on her face. After all, I’ve made it my mission a long time ago to make her smile as often as possible, with jokes and stories and fun facts - and a good agent never abandons his mission, I know that from Dad!

She turns to leave as well, where to I have no idea, because she clearly came here with Dad and is definitely not dressed warm enough for a walk back to our town. I don't want her to go home by herself all sad and I really don't want her to freeze to death, either!

In a split second, I've made up my mind, swallow around the lump in my throat and tap my dad's arm to get his attention.

"Hey… Dad? We can’t let her walk home by herself! Can you ask her to come, too?" Unnecessarily, I point to who I mean with her, even though I'm pretty sure Dad knows exactly who I mean.

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[ FM ]

This night started out as a dream come true and somewhere along the way, it derailed into an absolute nightmare. The guilt about Felix finding out about our relationship like this sits like a boulder in the pit of my stomach, his reaction almost broke my heart in two. And now, even in all his inner turmoil, he doesn't want Scully to leave on her own, which makes the guilt even worse.

"Scully, wait!," I call out to her, jogging over to where she stops, a surprised look on her face. This all went so horribly wrong in all ways possible and I have no idea what to say, except to relay Felix's request nestled in-between a tumble of apologetic words.

"I'm so sorry, for all of this, I had no idea Felix was going to be here and I'm sorry you had to see his reaction and the scene we've caused and now he wants you to come home with us too and I completely understand if you don't want to because this is all so much and-" I'm rambling because I'm afraid that the second I stop talking, she'll tell me I must be crazy, she didn't sign up to deal with the emotional outbursts of a seven-year old - I've been on the receiving end of many a 'Thanks, but no thanks, I'd date you if you didn't come with a son in tow'. And then, with a reassuring squeeze of my hand and two simple letters, I'm once again proven wrong in my predictions.

"Okay."

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[ Felix ]

The car ride back to our house is one of the most uncomfortable ones I've ever had, we're all too lost in our own thoughts, processing. I think I've never heard silence quite this loud.

My mind is going a mile a minute, a million questions popping into my head all at the same time that I'm not quite ready to ask yet. I feel like I've been thrust into the deep end of the pool, without water wings or floaties, my two worlds colliding so hard, it makes my head spin.

Part of me is still stuck on being angry about them lying to me, part of me is awfully scared that everything will change from here on out, but during the silent car-ride, a small voice creeps into my head that innocently asks if I ever thought about this maybe turning out to be a good thing. I need to make a pro and con list, to make up my mind once and for all. Yes, that's what I'll do.

Not tonight, though, tonight all I can do is shuffle droopy-eyed and yawning widely on the short walk into our house and all I can think of is tugging my dad upstairs to brush my teeth and tuck me into my waiting bed.

Half-way up the stairs, I realize with a start that I've forgotten to do something, something very important that makes me turn back around even though I can practically hear my bed calling out my name.

Wrapping my arms tightly around the very special person still standing in our front hall in her coat and heels, who hugs me back after a brief moment of surprise.

"Goodnight, Miss Scully!"

#xf #the x files #xf fanfic #felix felicis #has to get worse before it gets better 🥰

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