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[tabunnanhun]

とくせい：ちどりあし🍹

[friendlyneighborhoodslut]

𝓲𝓲. 𝓣𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓭𝓪𝔂

»𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐝𝐨 𝐢 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐫«

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“Enemies By Monday” series, part 2.

MASTERLIST

Summary: Steve Harrington keeps his word, now it’s her turn to do the same.

Warnings: Strong Language, both Reader and Steve being stubborn and hotheaded in this one, arguing? Angst if you squint.

Faint drumming of rain on my bedroom window is interrupted by a knock. I look up from my book, pages illuminated by a single candle. A boy’s face shrouded in darkness gazes at me through the glass, starling me.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I hiss, hopping off my bed to open the window.

Steve pokes his head into the window. “Don’t seem so thrilled to see me,” he states, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Did you bring it?” I scowl, crossing my arms.

“Pushy, aren’t you?” He complains, fishing an envelope out of his pocket labeled Genius in scratchy cursive.

I snatch it out of his hands, ripping it open taking the contents out. I discard the envelope haphazardly onto the floor in favor of a receipt from the Hawkins Police Department.

Mr. And Mrs. Harrington,

Thank you for your generous donation to the Hawkins Police Department—your contribution helps keep Hawkins safe!

I look at him through my eyelashes, folding the paper up. “You do realize the school has actual tutors, right?”

“Yeah, but, you came highly recommended,” he chides.

“By who, exactly?”

“Honestly? Everyone,” he frowns. “Trust me, I’m not a fan either. You may be smart but you’re impossible to even share a room with,”

I gasp. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He scoffs. “Like you don’t know. You’ve got this whole… thing,” he waves his hand over me from afar.

I contemplate shoving him out the window and letting him fall down the second story.

“Can I come in?”

“No.” I deadpan.

“I’m gonna come in,” he ignores me, heaving his body through the window.

“Harrington don’t you fucking—“

It’s too late as he rolls onto the floor , picking himself up quickly. He recovers smoothly and grins, tugging on his jacket. “Nice bedroom,” he looks around at the shelves of books, the lit candles and antique furniture.

I cross my arms. “Get out of my house,”

“You’re supposed to be tutoring me, Genius,” he excuses, pacing around my dim bedroom to look around. My stomach does flips, silently praying he doesn’t try to turn the lights that don’t work on.

“We need some ground rules,” I begin, leaning against my desk. He stares at me expectantly, but he’s got this look to him; like a lion hunting a gazelle. “First of all, sessions only happen at your house, never here. Secondly, if you don’t stop looking at me like that I’m gonna kick you in the balls,”

There’s a glimmer in his eyes, a hint of admiration. He holds his hands on his hips.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” I hiss.

He shakes his head. “You’re just so…”

“—much better than you?”

“Mean,” Steve corrects.

I roll my eyes. “I’m just not obsessed with you, Steven. I know it’s a hard concept for you to grasp. But you’re not as hot shit as you think you are. If you were, you wouldn’t be begging for my help.”

“So you’ll do it?” His eyebrows raise.

Only because I have to.

I actually look at him for the first time in a long time; all tan skin and chocolate eyes, perfect teeth and groomed hair; a big charming smile and money behind his name. I know why everyone likes him, and it’s the same reasons why I can’t stand him. It’s all too easy for him, he just gets to exist—and he doesn’t even do anything worth while with all that freedom. Instead he hosts house parties and sleeps his way though Hawkins High School.

I realize I’m staring and he’s holding it, awaiting a response. “One week, then don’t ever talk to me again.” I relent.

He holds his hands up in surrender. “A deal’s a deal.”

𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟕𝐭𝐡, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓.

The car is void of conversation on the way into town, the faint tune of Blondie’s Call Me cracking through the van’s old speakers. Ringed hands with chipped black nail polish grip the steering wheel, absently picking at the decaying leather.

“I have questions,” Eddie breaks the silence.

“Don’t,” I quell.

“If you need money this bad, you know I’ll spot you—“

“No, Eddie. Keep driving,”

He allows me a few long seconds to settle before speaking again. “I don’t like this. I mean, you, alone with Steve Harrington?” He scoffs. “The guy’s a total pervert,”

“What’re you, my dad?”

“No, but there’s a reason I’m here and not your dad, right? Because you know he’d never let you out of the house again if he knew you’d be around him,” his voice carries a venom to it that pisses me off.

I sigh with attitude. “I can take care of myself. Dad will thank me when it’s all over,”

“Just don’t forget what he did, who he is,” Eddie reminds. I look at him. “Just another rich asshole on the top side of the food chain.” He adds.

The car rolls to a stop in front of a large gray house. I throw my bag over my shoulder and open the door, but Eddie’s hand on my arm stops me. We make eye contact and he shakes his head disapprovingly. “Just be careful, okay? I’ll be back to pick you up at six.”

I nod, sliding out of the seat and closing the door. He hesitates, but eventually drives away.

Feeling guilty, I know Eddie is one of my best friends—only friends, actually—and that he’s only looking out for me. I should give credit where credit’s due, I guess, even if he’s got a bad approach.

Swallowing hard, I turn to face the Harrington house. It’s huge, and I wonder how many ghosts live inside. There’s a singular red BMW parked in the driveway, but I’m unsure who it belongs to. Clutching the strap of my backpack hanging over my shoulder, I trudge up the walkway. I stare at the front door, frosted glass and red paint, for a long time, contemplating high-tailing it out of here. I’d already received part of my payment, and maybe that’s enough. They can’t retract their donation, and what’s the worst that could happen—

The door suddenly swings open. “Do you usually stare into people’s houses before knocking?” Steve asks, leaning on his arm against the frame.

“I was contemplating stealing your money and avoiding you for the rest of my life,” I blurt out. I cringe and mentally kick myself for allowing the outburst, but to my surprise, he chuckles dryly.

He opens the door wider and I groan internally, stepping inside. I make it a point to stand as far away from him as possible, crossing my arms across my chest as I look around. The house is pristinely clean, like no one lives here at all.

“Where are your parents?” I ask.

“Out of town, as per usual,” he’s cold as he says it, gesturing for me to follow him into the living room.

My heart sinks into my stomach as I realize I’ve made a grave mistake and—goddammit—Eddie was right. Steve is someone who has proven himself to be untrustworthy and now I’m here: alone, in an empty house, with him. Suddenly I’m regretting not telling my father the truth. If I get kidnapped in this scary ass house, how long is it going to take Eddie to realize and tell my dad?

Steve sits on the couch, I sit on an arm chair adjacent to it.

“Let’s get this shit over with,” Steve grumbles. I roll my eyes and he sneers, “they’re gonna roll out of your head one day,”

“Fantastic. Wouldn’t have to look at you anymore,”

“Funny, coming from you of all people,” he shoots back. I’m not sure what about it sets me off, maybe the sensitive topic, or maybe it’s just him in general.

“I don’t have to help your stupid ass, you do know that right?” I snap. His eyes widen. “You’re the one who got yourself caught up in this mess. I have half a mind to let you repeat Senior year and watch your ego wither away and die, but I can’t fathom the idea of being in the same graduating class as you and having to deal with you terrorizing the school for another year.”

I can tell by the look on his face that Steve Harrington is not used to being challenged. My skin buzzes with fury and my eyes feel hot. I press my palms to my cheeks, taking a deep breath. I know that out of the two of us, I will always be the one to be the bigger person.

“I’m sorry. Let’s just try to get through this week without killing each other,” I attest, grabbing a handful of papers from the coffee table.

He’s staring at me and I feel like I’m going to catch on fire, so I busy myself by flipping through the assignments. “Uh, okay… I’m seeing Geography, Language Arts, how the hell’d you get into Physics?” I furrow my brows, looking up at him. He shrugs and I sigh. “Okay, start with sorting by subject, then by unit. I brought sticky notes to label everything,” I tell him, digging through my weathered backpack for the pad of red sticky notes. I pull it apart and hand him half, and we begin our task in silence.

I notice pretty quickly that Steve hasn’t done a single bit of work this entire quarter, and a week for all of it is the equivalent of building Rome overnight. Hours pass, sorting stacks of papers, the uncomfortable silence between us making me sweat as I flick through pages. I eventually move to the floor, the stacks growing too much for the measly coffee table. Once I’m surrounded by overdue term papers and worksheets, I look around at the task before me.

“I might have to double your rate for this kind of work,” I exasperate, joking to make myself feel better.

“Whatever it takes,” Steve deadpans. “My dad will quite literally bury me in the backyard if I don’t fix this,”

I wince. “What do you want on your tombstone? I’m not actually sure this is possible,”

Steve rubs his hands over his face. “We’ll stay up all night for days if we have to,”

“Uh, who’s this we shit? I never agreed to a sleepover,” I hold a finger up and shake it.

It’s his turn to roll his eyes. “Relax, you act like I’m gonna try to sleep with you,”

“Is that not what you do with everything with a vagina?” I retort.

“Guess you’re the exception.” He bites.

There’s no way we make it a whole week without someone losing an eye. It’s been three hours and I’m about ready to make Mr. Harrington’s job a whole lot easier and kill his son for him.

As much as Steve’s words make me mad, the hurt little girl in me feels a pang in her chest. I suppose some things don’t heal the right way, if at all.

I wonder if he thinks about that day as much as I do. If he thinks about it at all.

Feeling overwhelmed, I stand up and run my hands through my hair. “We should start on the easiest subjects first. You do Geography, there’s only thirty papers and we can finish that before the end of the night. I’ll write your midterm paper on Macbeth,”

“What’s Macbeth?”

“Jesus Christ,” I curse, rubbing my temples. I pick up the short stack of Geography papers. “Just shut up and do these.”

I silently finish writing an essay on Destiny VS Free Will in Macbeth, reading it over meticulously to make sure it sounds like something Steve would write. I avoid large vocabulary and stick to basic concepts, my belief that he wouldn’t be the type to analyze Shakespeare evident in my writing. I’m proud, as I scan the pages I imagine Steve’s voice reading them aloud.

“Aren’t a bay and a lake the same damn thing?” He wonders aloud.

“No, a lake is landlocked and the other is only surrounded by land on three sides,”

“Seems a lot easier to just call them the same thing,”

“Stop talking,” I demand flatly.

“You’re a very unfriendly person,” he complains.

“No, you’re just very unlikeable,” I retort, flipping the page.

Steve frowns, writing something on the final page before setting it down in the Completed Geography pile. I peek up to see that the Geography pile is absent, and I feel a sense of victory. It’s short-lived, though, when I realize it was the smallest and least challenging subject. I set the essay in the Completed Language Arts stack, rummaging through the others.

“You take Spanish?” I wonder aloud.

“Yeah, but… I suck at it. I can’t seem to figure it out,” he admits, and I swear I catch a hint of embarrassment in his voice.

“It’s easy once you get the basics down. I tested out of it with the fluency test. I’d do it all for you but the teacher’s gonna want proof you know your shit with an oral exam—“

“Spanish and French? How many languages do you know?” He shakes his head.

“Three,” I answer quickly, moving to look through more stacks. Geography. Language Arts. Spanish. Physics. Biology.

Easy enough, right?

I look around some more.

A million trees had to die for all this paper.

I’m doomed. This will be the first ever thing I fail at. The

I huff through my nose and rub under my eyes. I look at the clock on the wall. 6:01. Right on schedule, there’s a honk outside the house.

“Let’s call it for the night. I’ll be back tomorrow, same time.”

Steve nods, picking himself up to escort me out the door, but I pick up my bag and dash out of the house before he can. A goodbye seems like it’d be far too awkward, and I’ve had just about my fill of awkwardness today. Rock music floods my ears, pounding louder the closer I get. Eddie reaches over and opens the passenger door for me, calling out to me.

“Hey Princess, you’re still alive! I’ve got congratulatory pizza and Robin’s on her way,”

I laugh heartily, holding my arms out like they’re wings. “I love you, Munson!” I call out into the night, hopping into the car.

Steve Harrington and all the foul memories that come with him gradually fade into the distance along with his house in the passenger mirror. The tension dissolves off of me and into the air, sucked up into the speakers and ingested by Van Halen.

“You’re in it now, I can’t believe you put up with that guy for a whole day,” Eddie chuckles.

“He’s insufferable. It’s going to be a long week,”

“Did he mention anything about…y’know,” his lips form a tight line as he raises his arm in a vague gesture. “Apologize? Anything?”

I shake my head. “Not even a little bit. It’s like he doesn’t even remember,” I shudder. I can still remember that hot spring in 1981. A note being passed between sweaty palms, middle-schoolers giggling and sneakered feet rushing down the hall.

I feel like I’m going to throw up.

“Hey, stop that,” Eddie says softly, shaking my shoulder to bring me back to reality. “Don’t look at that day as one of the most embarrassing days of your life,” Wow, thanks Eds. “Think of it as one of the best days, because hey, you got me out of it, and I’m pretty fuckin’ cool.”

We share a fit of laughter and the heaviness in my chest flutters away. Eddie’s right, if it weren’t for him stumbling upon me in that hallway, who knows where I’d be now. Without friends, probably. And how depressing that would be. Thinking about it will do me no good, so I chose to bury it all back down as we pull into the trailer park. Robin waits patiently on the front porch of Eddie and Wayne’s trailer, knees tucked to her chest and head between her hands.

I scurry out of the car to greet her as Eddie grabs the pizza out of the back seat.

“Holy shit, the Steve Harrington, are you freaking kidding me?” Robin cackles. “Oh my God. Does he have some like, weird sex dungeon in his house?”

“Ew, Robin, what?” Eddie complains, unlocking the front door.

“The house is… surprisingly normal. It’s just really empty. His parents aren’t around. I get the sense that’s a frequent thing,” I tell them.

Robin flops onto one of the old couches, stretching out and turning on the TV.

“That’s depressing,” Eddie adds, setting the pizza on the coffee table. I dig through the entertainment center, digging out a few movie options for the group to chose from.

“Depressing? Yes. Not my problem? Also yes.” I hold up two movies. “Children of the Corn or Fast Times?”

“I vote Fast Times!” Robin casts.

"I am not watching that movie again," Eddie protests.

"It's a good movie!" Robin counters.

“You just wanna stare at Phoebe Cates’ boobs,” Eddie complains.

“Incorrect," Robin pouts. “I want to stare at all of Phoebe Cates.”

“Sean Penn is pretty hot in this one," I add with a smirk, shaking the copy of Fast Times At Ridgemont High that we stole from Family Video forever ago.

Eddie looks up at me, dumbfounded and betrayed. He throws his hands up in surrender. "Suppose I'm outnumbered then." He pretends to be upset, but I catch the small smile that tugs at his lips.

I put the tape into the player and force my way onto the couch with Robin. She lays her head in my lap and I remind her that she better not fall asleep this time, but she's out cold before the thirty-minute mark.

I stare blankly at the screen, not really paying much attention to it. I'm forming a game plan for tomorrow--for the next week, honestly--and how I'm going to survive working with the one person on this entire planet that I can't stand. I could set our differences aside and remain professional, but why the fuck would I do that? None of it's my fault. He was the one who led me into a trap four years ago, the prank that earned me a slurry of nicknames for years, that I'd just barely started to shed when he came creeping back into my life.

I'm usually not one to hold grudges, but Steve Harrington is, as usual, the exception. I'd made so many for him all those years ago, before Tommy, Carol, and Taylor. Then I'd been traded out for them, and God, it was too damn easy for him.

I shuffle uncomfortably in my seat and finally give in to the resentment. This whole deal is only a business transaction.

I will never forgive Steve Harrington.

[quitealotofsodapop]

I'vs seen alot of headcanons that wukong and nezha act like father and son and always come at ffm to spend time with the shadowpeach kid's.

Now wander what the wukongvers and nezhavers react to it.

Plus the nezhavers being confuse to lmk!nezha being adopted by shadowpeach

hahaha especially since in Monkey King and the Infant; Nezha pretty much moves in with Shadowpeach after getting kicked out of Heaven.

LMK!SWK and Nezha I feel have a relationship similar to brothers, where the lazy older one had to take responsibility for the proactive younger one. A Sans and Papyrus-esque sibling relationship if you will. Also if anything happened to Nezha, the perpetrator would have a bad time.

Imagine all the different Nezha's sitting around, LMK and Yunxiang trying their best to keep the fire gremlins occupied. Then LMK!SWK pokes his head in like;

LMK!SWK, holding one of the Eclipse Twins: "Hey Nez, Mac asks if you could do the dishes in the sink before we start dinner. We're juggling nap duty rn." LMK!Nezha: *annoyed teenager sigh* "Ugh, fine. I'll do it when I get up for the next round of tea." LMK!SWK: "Thanks, kiddo." *leaves* Other Nezha's: ( °□°) (✿〇∀〇) (⊙︿⊙ ✿) LMK!Nezha: "...ok I know it looks bad." 2019!Nezha: "Why is the Monkey King your dad!? LMK!Nezha: "HE'S NOT MY DAD! I JUST LIVE WITH HIM AND BA-" *shuts up suddenly* 0_0 Other Nezhas: (｢ ⊙Д⊙)- Yunxiang: "Come on Big Nez. What were you gonna call the Six Eared Macaque?" LMK!Nezha, hiding face: "...bama." Other Nezhas: *loud Ooos! and mocking little-sibling-like laughter* 2000sCartoon!Nezha: "I knew it!" LMK!Nezha: "They're doing better than my bio dad ok!?" 1979!Nezha: "Oh no doubt about it. These dads aren't even threatening to kill you for being an abomination to nature." LegendsOf!Nezha: "To be fair, the Monkeys themeselves are abominations." Yunxiang, laughing: "Don't speak about your future adoptive-fathers like that!" XD

Eventually, Mac gets annoyed by all the ruckus and tells all the Nezha's to do the dishes or else he's sending them back home early.

[alastors-radioshow]

(〇o〇；): What is their body language like when they are stressed? Do they try and hide the fact that they are stressed? How do they recover from said stress?

Physical Detail Ask Meme:

(〇o〇；): What is their body language like when they are stressed? Do they try and hide the fact that they are stressed? How do they recover from said stress?

//When Alastor is stressed, one will find that his body has tensed up considerably. His motions are stiff and fast, not as elegantly fluent as usual. He keeps his back straight, his ears always twisting and turning for sounds that shouldn't be there. He's more prone to lay his ears down in this state. And if the body language isn't enough of a sign, one look at his face might do the trick. He carries a frown, that smile of his tight, along with his jawline.

Honestly, he doesn't try to hide it, unless he finds himself in a situation where he has to. Where he's in public and people are there to observe him, poke holes in his defenses. When he's on his own or with people he trusts, then he doesn't feel the need to hide.

Recovering from stress usually involves long, hot baths, soothing music and being allowed to curl up under the covers. If it's in a situation where he has a partner, he'll seek out their physical touch more. Hugs, kisses, nuzzling into them and taking in their scent. Having them close is making him feel safe, so that he can wind down from whatever might have stressed him.

[ainokawa-man]

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[declanisms]

“who would eat 〇〇 with chopsticks?” me. I would. I use chopsticks for everything. I only use a spoon when I have to. I’ve yet to use the forks I bought for uni to actually eat only to poke holes in my shortbread

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Otona Blue

Yandere Kang Yeosang x fem reader

a/n: this is by far the longest and most thought out fic i've ever written and i'm so proud of it <3 i put so much care and effort into it, so i hope you enjoy!

tags: @seojonneh & @thatswhywerefever

You've got your eyes on the new senior in your music class, and the feeling is unfortunately mutual.

✫彡wordcount: 8k

♡´･ᴗ･`♡ (ಡ‸ಡ)genre:

yandere, college au, angst

ಠ_ಠwarnings/contents:

long read, takes place over a few months, semi-slow burn, yandere behavior, age gap (19-23/college freshman-college senior), bullying, violence(not described towards reader), cursing, nicknames, threats of death(again, not towards reader), online stalking(kinda?), kissing, one(1) horn-ee line that implies they did the deed, emotional vulnerability, yandere&dark themes really shine towards the end, probably part one because i have so many ideas for these two

���(´〇`)ﾉ♪♪♪ song recs:

OTONABLUE by ATARASHII GAKKO!! "i want you to connect to my heart"

Can We Lie Here? by Holy Fawn "the field grows taller and it will never let you go"

First Love/ Late Spring by Mitski "please don't say you love me"

Ptolemaea by Ethel Cain "i am the face of loves rage."

Darkness, I'll Always Be Your Girl by R. Missing "i'm always going to be your girl"

MATURE UNDER THE CUT MDNI

The fourth period of the day is always your favorite. The teacher is kind and helpful. You get to express yourself through music. No one in the class seems to bother you- in fact (even in a class full of seniors) you seemed to make a few friends. The teacher even let you hide out the first few weeks of school during your free period to avoid the chaos that seemed to follow you.

All in all, the music room is your safe place. A smile graces your lips as you round into the large room, greeting a classmate who's by the door gathering his book from the tall closet cabinet.

"Hey, (Y/n)." He welcomes you, turning into the storage and grabbing the book with your name on its spine.

"Thanks, Soobin." You take it with a small bow to your senior and turn to walk with him to your seats. "Oh," you sigh. Someone is in your chair, their face hidden by the musical sheet stand in front of it. You look to Soobin for help, and he simply shrugs before taking your hand and leading you to the back of the room, to your occupied seat.

"Excuse me," he speaks to the man. His head pokes up from behind the stand and he stares at the two of you with an unreadable expression. "Oh, uhm," Soobin stumbles over his words, gesturing to you.

"This is actually where I usually sit," you stammer, avoiding his cold eyes. When he says nothing, and makes no effort to move, just looking at you - Soobin kicks his shoulder with yours, making you stumble. "Well, the intructor likes us in specific places, so that the music is... y'know? Did he sit you here?" You ask slowly, looking at anything but him.

"Ah," he sighs, looking to the unoccupied seat behind him. "He must of pointed to that seat. Sorry." He speaks shortly, slowly setting his violin in the open case at his feet and sliding it back to his seat.

"Thanks..."

Soobin mumbles an apology to the quiet man as he nearly bumps into him on the way to the seat beside yours. You nod shortly at him and take his place, setting your violin in his' place. You fold your book open to the page scribbled on the blackboard behind the teachers piano.

As you set it down on the music stand, you see a book already in its rightful place. You roll your eyes, meeting eyes with Soobin, who has a teasing smile on his face. He knows you well enough to know that you already want to be done with the music room intruder.

You fold the book closed and come face to face with a name newly printed on the front cover with Sharpie.

강여상

"Uhm," you twirl around in the plastic chair, "Sunbae?" You know he's a senior. Everyone beside you and one other student is.

He looks up from the string he's fixing on his violin and his eyes go to his book in your hands. "Sorry," he chimes, slotting his instrument between his knees and taking the book with both hands. Your hands stay frozen in place as you finally take a moment to look at him. And, God, is he gorgeous. He has a birthmark under one of his eyes, that you can't seem to get over. It makes him look somewhat ethereal.

"Yeosang?" You ask, and he nods, eyes flicking away before coming back to yours. "Resonated sound," you offer a smile, and he's a bit taken a-back.

Your friend next to you is even more so. You're willingly conversing with someone other than him? Since when? Where is his (Y/n) and what did you do with her?

"It makes sense that you're a violin player! It resonates the most, I think."

"Oh, really? I didn't ever think of that," he laughs a little bit- and you swear it's the cutest thing ever. You go to speak again, when the instructor beats you to it by telling the class to turn to the song you'll be working on. You turn back around and offer Yeosang a final, small smile, and get your violin situated.

Thursday morning, the class is in a slight chaos as you turn the corner and enter. You, too, are buzzing with anxiety and anticipation. Yesterday, just before the bell, your teacher said that he would be asking a few individuals to try out for a special part in the song for your upcoming performance.

Soobin is already in his seat, bouncing his leg as he reads and re-reads the notes: trying to memorize them. The pretty new guy is one of the only calm ones in the entire room, gently working on one of the parts that he seems to have trouble with.

You take your seat wordlessly and immediately get to work, working the bow over the strings effortlessly. You block out all the other instruments and conversations, letting the music take over your mind. You had spent the better half of last night memorizing the notes and the timing, and the song already comes like a second mature. Music has always been your escape- your friend. You swing the bow away in the final note and let the sound resonate in your ears over the noise around you.

You smile, content with your own performance.

The hair on your arms stands up as an uneasy feeling washes over you. You glance around the room to find the source, and you don't find anything. "Hubae." The voice comes from behind you.

It's Yeosang, with his eyebrows creased in concentration as he looks down at the violin in his lap. You turn half way in your seat, humming in response. "Could you," he hesitates, "could you help me?" It seems like he's a bit ashamed to be asking, avoiding your eyes and mindless fingering out the cords.

"Sure, what do you need help with?" He turns the knob on the back of the stand loose and swivels it around to face you. He has his book marked up with circles and underlines and small singular-worded notes. One part, the one he's been practicing and messing up repeatedly is marked up the most. He points to it.

You slowly sit down your violin in its case and slide your seat beside his, taking up the empty space behind Soobin. "Ah, I had trouble with that too! You aren't the only one," you profess, smiling at him when his eyes flicker toward you for a moment. His face flushes quickly, and you pretend not to notice as you fix the stand to face you.

"So, it's the part where you go from G to A, right?" Yeosang nods, going from cord to cord slowly. "It's cause your fingers aren't warmed up enough." You take his violin gently and hold is loosely by its neck, holding out your other hand. You tap each of your fingers to your thumb quickly, going from your index to your pinky and then back. "Try." He does so, struggling slightly- but slowly getting up to speed with you. He continues the exercise as you sit his instrument in your lap, holding out your cupped hands. His movements halt, and he looks at your opened hands and his beloved instrument placed gently on top of your skirt.

"C'mere." Your reach out your hands and pick his up, slowly rubbing the lowest knuckles, "it's the ones that holds you back the most," you state matter-of-factly. You slowly work his hand for a few moments, before dropping it and handing him his violin. It takes him a few moments to recoup, and he shakes the thoughts from his head as he grabs it.

He places it under his chin and gives a final glance your way before he begins playing. When he reaches the line from hell, he passes by without any trouble, his limber fingers sliding into place fluidly, pressing down the right strings in the right place like he's done it a million times before.

"Beautiful!" He smiles at the compliment, lowering the violin to thank you before the teacher so rudely interrupts you again.

"Who's first?" He asks the class excitedly, locking the portable pianos wheels before leaning back on it. Everyone is silent, and you try to slowly maneuver your way back into your place. "Miss (Y/n)!" He points at your crouched figure, and you pop up from behind Soobins back with tight lips.

"No, thank you, Mr-"

"Come on down!"

You take a deep breath, gathering up your bow and violin and holding back a frown as you sit behind the piano with him. "Ready when you are." The rest of the class resumes their own practicing- save for Yeosang and Soobin: who watch you.

You lift your bow in time with him as he presses down the accompanying keys. You go through the entire verse, not missing a beat or a cord as you play your part. The ending note echoes out in unison with the piano, and you smile at the teacher as he takes down some notes before dismissing you to practice the next verse.

You walk toward Soobin with a new found confidence in life, pumping your fist and whisper-yelling about how you nailed it.

If only you looked back, you would see Yeosang looking at you with something dark swirling in his wide eyes.

Opposite to music and musical theory, lunch was the most dreaded part of your day. Soobin had his at a different time, and your friend Hiyyih was always late on Friday's because of her debate club.

You were left alone for the first 20 minutes of the hour long period, and it was the worst part of every Friday since the school year began.

How or why you grabbed the attention of such a foul senior was beyond you. But it seems like Un Ji has a personal vendetta against you- despite the fact that you had never even looked in her direction until she decided to trip you over during volleyball(why did she even do that? You were on the same team!). Perhaps she had some home problems, or had unpacked trauma, or was simply just that mean. It doesn't matter. What does matter is that she just can't seem to get enough of teasing you.

"There she is!" Her sing-song tone makes the hair on the back of your neck stand at attention. You're always in the same seat waiting for Hiyyih, so why does she bother acting surprised? "God, look at her. All lonely!" The condescending way she laughs alone is enough to make you want to curl up on yourself.

"Mind if we sit?" She and her goonies don't wait for you to respond, and you don't bother to anyhow. You just look down at your lunch with a forming frown. "Ah, don't frown! You'll get ugly..." You look up with your brows furrowed in confusion, and she has a serious expression on her face. A smirk slowly forms as she scans your face. "Oh," she draws out, "too late."

Some of the girls she's with begin laughing, and their giggles echo around your hot ears.

"Hey," Yeosang sits next to you with a smile directed towards you, completely ignoring the existence of Ji.

Your eyes flash to her, and back to him, and back down at your sandwich before you mutter out a hello. "Who's your friend?" She asks you, leaning her elbow on the table and holding her head as she gives him dreamy eyes.

"Oh," he dramatizes, hand to his heart. "I'm Yeosang." He says to her shortly, before turning back to you, "why aren't you eating?" The past two weeks, you and Yeosang have been slowly growing closer. Maybe he's decided it's finally time to join you outside of class.

"Psh, she doesn't need to. Look at her." Ji's desire to woo him is overwhelmed by her desire to tear you down. "So chubby, (Y/n), do you want to work with us during gym?"

Yeosang doesn't let the way your eyes widen with fear slide. His top lip rises as he looks at her in disgust. She seems like she's been knocked over with a feather, staring back at him as her face heats up. "What? I'm only looking out for my friend!" She swipes her hair over her shoulder and moves on from her brief moment of feeling scandalized. "Right?" She looks to her friend, who says something that doesn't quite reach either of you.

He's keeping his eyes on you again, watching as wetness builds up in your eyes. At the grating sound of her voice, he comes up with an idea. He sighs and stands up, "seems I've lost my appetite." You look up from beneath your eyelashes and watch as he takes the long way to a bin, passing behind Ji.

As he does, he makes an effort to cross his foot in front of the other, making himself stumble. "Oh my goodness!" He yells as she screams, the glass of water he had on his tray soaking into her back, loose pieces of food getting stuck in her hair. "Oh, I'm so clumsy." He deadpans as she stands to face him. "My bad." He looks over her shoulder to see you, quickly covering you smile with a hand over your mouth.

"You are so dead!" He slides away from her grasp and back around the table, grabbing your wrist and pulling you along- giving you just enough time to grab your bag before you escape the cafeteria: leaving a screaming Ji in your wake.

"Oh my god, Yeosang!" You begin to laugh as you run. His grip on you wrist slips down to your hand, and you don't protest as he holds it tightly, looking back as he continues to lead you away. His own laughter starts to sound out, dying down soon as you both slow.

He lays down on a cement bench, and you take a seat at the very end of it by his feet. Both of you breath heavily between broken chuckles. He props his head up on his hand and looks down at you.

"She had that coming, huh?"

"Oh, yeah!"

He leans back and gazes up at the clear sky, squinting at the brightness before he fully closes his eyes. "Hate people like that."

A silence envelopes the both of you, save for the blowing wind that cools down your flush face. He listens to your breaths, matching his own to them.

"Thank you, Sunbaemin...I could have handled it, you know, on my own- but I really appreciate it." You rant quickly, placing your hand on his lower leg in a show of gratitude.

He nearly twitches away at the feeling, eyes opening and finding you once again. "No problem." He sits up, "I have to admit... I've seen her bothering you before. I saw what she did to your book last week."

"Oh... yeah. That was one of my favorites."

I know. "I'm sorry I didn't step in earlier."

"It's okay, really. You don't have to stand up for someone you barely know." You offer him a sad smile, and he returns it with a wide one.

"I'll stand up for you." He says. He promises. "I'll protect you from her from now on."

"Really?" You ask abashedly, quickly correcting yourself to, "I mean- I'd really appreciate it, but, you know you don't have to do that for me!"

He tilts his head, seeming as if he's searching your mind. "Of course I do. You deserve better than to be treated like that."

Tears are building up in your eyes, and he quickly adjusts himself to sit with a leg on either side of the bench, scooting closer to you. "(Y/n)..." He draws out. "Please don't cry."

"I'm sorry."

"Why? Why are you sorry, it's okay, ba-It's okay. Come here," he wraps his arms around your shoulders, bringing you closer as you begin to cry silently. "It's okay," he hushes you, sending a death glare in the direction of a student who's giving you both a strange look.

"I'm sorry, Yeosang." Over your own ragged breathing, you don't hear his breath catch in his throat. He tightens his grip on you and rubs his hands up and down your arm comfortingly.

"Don't be sorry. Shh, I'm here now, don't worry, okay?"

His skin is lit ablaze when you wrap your hand around his wrist in search of comfort. "Thank you," you whisper, "no one stands up for me."

"I will."

"And then?!" Hiyyih urges you to continue, hugging her big rabbit plushie tightly as you tell the story of what happened with Yeosang earlier that day. You lean your head over the edge of the bed from your seat on the floor and smile.

"He just kinda... held me? It was really nice, actually. I mean- at first it was a little weird cause, like, obviously: but it was nice!"

"Oh my God," your best friend exclaims, flattening herself on the bed to be closer to your face. "That's so sweet of him! I need to meet this guy and give him the stamp of Hiyyih approval."

"Oh, it's not like that... He's just my senior, seniors take care of juniors they like right? He's just friendly." You back away in confusion when she places the back of her hand on your cheek.

"You're blushing!" She yells, flopping off the bed to join you on the floor as you begin screaming that it's just warm in her room, and she's screaming right back that you have a crush.

"Bahiyyih!" Her brothers voice rings out, making you both stop, making an 'oh shit' face as you hear his heavy footsteps come down the hall. The door opens to reveal her big brother, Kai, with his hand perched on his hip. You feel like he might scold you for being so loud, but he scrambles into the room and shuts the door behind him. He plops down opposite of the both of you and leans forward, "spill."

"It's nothing! He's just a nice guy from my music class." "She's totally whipped for this dude!" You and Hiyyih speak over one another, slapping each others hands down as you both try to emphasize your own point. "Good lord," Kai mumbles, rolling his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Start from the beginning."

You and Hiyyih continue interrupting each other every so often as you explain about Yeosang. And when she cuts you off for the third time, Kai reaches over and smacks her upside the head- causing a yelling match between the siblings.

You look down at your hands, thinking back to the way his skin felt under your finger tips. You don't even notice when the Huenings have stopped, now both looking at you. "Ooo, she's doing that thing again," she whisper yells, slapping his arm, "do you think she's thinking about him?"

"I can hear you, dickhead."

"My bad."

A round a laughs goes around, and she leans into your lap, looking up at you. "What were you thinking about, really? Him, right?" You nod a little bit, looking over to her vanity with an idea brewing in your head.

"You really think he likes me? I mean-"

"Of course!" "I think so, yeah."

"Hey, Hiyyih," you break the moment of silence. "Remember when we were in middle school and I had a crush on that one boy?" She looks up, searching her memory before she giggles a bit.

"You trying to say you want another makeover?" You nod with a smile, looking over to the mirror again.

"We're older now! I've been wearing the same lipstick since junior year of high school, I think I should upgrade, right?"

"Totally not to impress Yeosang, right?" Kai smirks, already scooting towards the makeup boxes Hiyyih keeps under her bed. "I can teach you how to do eyeliner, I'm better at it!"

"Hey!" She yells, offended he would make fun of her skills. He only sticks out his tongue and goes back to searching the shoe box full of eye and lip liners.

"You know you don't have to do this to impress him, right? He already likes you. I mean- it's totally obvious. And you're so nice, how can he not?"

"I know," you drag on, "but maybe if I looked a little nicer I would have more confidence? I don't know..."

"Whatever you want, chick," she sits up on her knees and gives you and aggressive forehead kiss before falling back and yanking the box away from her brother. "Give me this," she takes the liner from him, "this isn't her color at all, you crazy?"

"Hi," you slide into the seat across from him and whisper quietly.

Yeosang already has his nose in a notebook book, and he puts it down to smile warmly at you. It's Friday, three weeks have passed since he promised to protect you- and he did just that. He found every reason possible to be near, and his presence was welcomed. At this point, you would even consider him 'friend'. You were hanging out after school.

Your crush on him hasn't died down. Not in the slightest. The more time you spend with him, the more you found yourself drawn into him. He liked similar things and was a beautiful violinist and had a certain aura around him.

He could say the same things about you. The closer he got, the more sucked in he was.

"Hey, Petal."

"How's your day been, Yeo?"

He smiles at the nickname, that same glaze washes over his eyes- the one you catch every so often but you're never quite able to place before he blinks it away. He told you weeks ago you don't have to call him by any honorifics. At first you were hesitant, but soon enough you were Yeo and Petal (which he affectionately nicknamed you after he cought you playing the 'he loves me, he loves me not' game).

"Good, and yours?"

"Good!" You drop the whisper. No one is ever in the large library. Not even the librarian. Just you, Yeosang, and some girl named Lucy who reads on the other side of the room.

"Did Lucas bother you today?"

You roll your eyes. Lucas, also a freshman, has been harassing you to go out with him and won't seem to take no for an answer. "No, thank god. He wasn't there today. So... What are you working on?"

He sits and explains his project, then you explain yours. This is how it is on Fridays and Wednesdays. You sit in each others company and do all of your work, reaching out for help when you get stumped.

It's all easy today, so easy in fact: you fall asleep after you've finished your own work. It takes Yeosang no time at all to notice.

He sits up a bit and looks around. Then he stands up. He takes the seat next to you, slowly lowering his head to rest parallel to yours.

A piece of hair has fallen loosely over your face, swaying with each breath you take. Surely... you won't mind if he fixes it, right?

He moves at a turtles pace until he reaches your face and sweeps back the hair with his fingertips grazing your cheek.

As he studies you, he finally gets a chance to see the new makeup style you've been wearing as of late. It makes you look more mature, more confident. He can't tell if likes it quite yet. But, to be honest, he like's everything you do. Maybe he has a preference, but he can't tell. Because,

"always so pretty."

You stir a bit at his deep whisper, subconsciously leaning toward the warmth of his hand. He flattens his fingers and rests his palm against you. His heart seems to beat out loud: he's shocked it hasn't woken you. When you mumble something, he scoots his face a smidge closer. It sounds like nonsense, but your voice still soothes something that runs wild inside him.

His hand wanders down to the ends of your hair and he twirls his finger around them, letting go gently.

He himself nearly falls asleep, a peace he's never known washing over him with your shallow breaths in his ear.

He's teetering on the edge of unconsciousness when a loud noise disrupts the peace you've created for him. He places his hand on your shoulder, ready to wake you up at a moments notice as he looks around. As the panic settles, and his heartbeat dies back down, he registers that it was just a door.

"Hey," he lightly shakes your shoulder, "wake up." Your eyes flutter open and blink up at him as he cups your face in his hand. "Have a good nap?" He teasingly asks, stroking you cheekbone with his thumb. You groan in response, and tug your arm up. When you place your hand over his and hold it closer to your face, he almost moans at the feeling.

"Should have brought a jacket," you mumble sleepily. "So cold. Your so warm, Yeo." He looks over to his seat, where his large hoodie is draped over the back.

"Do you," he stutters, "do you want my hoodie?" You peek open one of your eyes and glare at him.

"Don't even play with me, really?" You sit up, and his hand falls back to his side. "It's not too much to ask, is it? What if- what if you get cold?" He reaches over the table top and grabs the fabric, handing it over with a promise that he'll be okay without it.

The warmth envelops you, and you sigh contentedly, wrapping your arms around yourself. "Thank you."

His heart flutters as he takes in the sight of you in his clothes and makes a mental note to make sure to turn the thermostat up even in the colder weather so he can hand over more. "Looks good on you." He tries to be nonchalant, but the blush on his cheeks gives him away rather fast. "Blues your color."

"You think?" You lift up the hood and pull the strings just enough to cover your ears before you tie it in a bow. He says nothing, just smiles fondly as you take up your phone. "Oh, I didn't sleep too long! Did you finish your work?"

He shakes his head, "I have some maths left. I just took a break before i torture myself with it."

"I can do maths!" You stand up and run to the other side, searching through his organized papers until you find the math. "Least I can do for you." He watches as you work diligently, the pencil scratching against the paper fills the comfortable silence. Only a few minutes pass until you slam the pencil down dramatically. "Boom, bam!"

He takes the paper and scans it over as he mumbles a thank you. You return to your seat next to him and begin gathering your materials. "Hey, (Y/n)..."

"Yup!" You face him, smile faltering as you see his solemn expression. "What, what's wrong? Did I mess up the work?"

"I really like spending time with you."

You're left with your jaw dropped for a moment, before you gather the courage to speak. "I...I like spending time with you too. It's easy, with you. Y'know? Just feels right! I'm actually... well, I'm really glad you transferred to Mr. Canessa class." You ramble on, speaking with you hands and not noticing that he's tearing up until one of his tears hit the table. "Oh, Yeosang! I'm sorry!" You scoot your chair closer and wrap your arms around his shoulders, cradling his head.

He sniffles quietly and simply lets you hold him, hushing him and sniffling along with him. "Why are you crying?" He asks through his sobs. "Why are you?" You ask right back.

"Because I want to kiss you so badly."

You pull away slowly and look at his teary eyes through your own. "I want to protect you from Ji, and from everyone. And I want- I want you to warm up my hands before I play. I don't ever want you to call me Sunbaenim again because I wish you saw yourself as my equal because that's what y-" You shut him up by rewrapping your arms around him, crying harder into his shoulder. The sound of your cries triggers his own, and he latches onto you like a kola, bringing you into his lap. "I'm so sorry, (Y/n), I think I'm falling in love with you."

There's a beat of quiet until you speak, "what if I'm falling in love with you, too?"

He cries into your shoulder, grip tightening around your waist. "Please, don't say things like that." He feels you tug at his hair gently and leans his head back to look up at you.

"Not even if I mean it?"

"Do you? Mean it?"

"Yes."

He grins weakly as you begin to wipe up his tears with the paw of the hoodie. "Petal?" He blinks anxiously as you hum in response. "Can I kiss you?"

You answer him with your lips on his, and it takes him a good moment to catch up. He closes his eyes and lets himself melt into you.

He falls into his back, a deep sigh passing his lips. He looks up at the ceiling and just thinks.

Your third date together had just ended: successfully in his opinion. It was barely different from the time you two had spent together before the library, but at the same time it felt all new. With your feelings out in the open you no longer had to hold back. He openly admired you, not bothering to hide his flushed face when you complemented him or avoided eye contact as his eyes shined with that unplaceable glaze.

He doesn't know why... he can't understand. How do you have him wrapped around your little finger so tightly in such a short time?

Is it the way your touch always leaves goosebumps in your wake? The way your hands work so diligently to make awe-inspiring music? Maybe, it's the way you smile when you see him. The smile that's reserved just for him? That could be it...

His phone buzzes with a small ding on his stomach. The ring tone he assigned just to you, a small bird song.

He opens the message in the next second, smiling like an idiot at the words you've typed out.

i had lots of fun ! i'm still laughing at your jokes haha

...

The phone vibrates in his hands.

where should we go next time ?

His thumbs work quickly to respond, going back and forth as he tries to come up with a good response.

You choose next time :) Show me someplace nice, Petal

He closes out the app and opens Instagram, hovering over the search bar for a moment before he finally typed in your user. He moves fluidly to it, having done this a million times before. You haven't posted in a while, but you have a new story. He clicks on your icon- a phone of you and your best friend (Bahiyyih, was it? He'll have to look into her.) making kissy faces.

The photo you've put on your story is on you took while with him. When a small lizard jumped on your table and tried to steal one of his french fries. You snapped a picture of him with his hand over his mouth in shock, staring at the lizard as it tries to drag a french fire that's bigger than it is.

He smiles fondly, snapping a screen shot of the memory. When the page refreshes, he sees that you have a new 'saved story' category. It's named "Yeo★".

The only other one on your page is called "Huening hoes". He's seen all of them a million times, but he still takes his time to click through it. It's pictures of you and Bahiyyih, of just her, and occasionally her brother. They, along with Choi Soobin, seemed to be your closest (if not only) friends.

At first, he was suspicious of the older Huening- but his nerves calmed down when he noticed the difference in your comments to them. On Yeosangs post of him playing the violin, he got a heart emoji. On kai.ning 's post of him and his track team: 'only went to see you fall... disappointed' followed by a sad face and a begging emoji.

His favorite by far was posted the day he stepped up to Ji. You are sitting in between Kai's legs as he does your hair, a bottle of nail polish in one hand and the brush in the other, a big grin on your face as your head is leaned back in laughter.

More often than not, he finds himself thinking what it would be like to have been there. To hear your laughter, to be the cause of it. He loves that laugh. He loves it so much. He'd give anything to have it all to himself. To have you all to himself.

He groans, locking his phone and rolling over with a frown.

He doesn't know why or how you have his heart on a string. You have him bewitched. How? Is it your eyes? Which look at him like he's a most valuable piece of art? Is it your lips? So soft and open for his taking? Maybe, your hands? Such a delicate embrace that leaves him begging for more?

God... he wonders what it would be like to fall asleep in your safe embrace.

He's fully fallen for you, and he's fallen hard. Why? Was it your kind nature? The way you didn't hesitate to help him when he acted like he didn't know how to play that verse? Was it the way you hung onto him when Ji passed by, silently begging him to protect you? Maybe- maybe the way that you held onto his shoulders as you moaned, so tightly that your nails left indentations for two whole days? It had to have been the way you rested your forehead against his with your eyes closed blissfully after your first kiss. The excited look in your eyes as you rambled about your interests?

He loved it all. He wanted it all. And he'd do anything to keep it. To keep you.

Kang Yeosang never knew fear until the day he answered the phone to your broken sobs at exactly 12:47 AM. You cried and cried for him, begging for him to help you. And he did. He took his keys and followed your shared location to the school. He ran all the way to where he knew he would find you.

He slams the double doors to the music room open and pauses for a moment until he sees your cowered figure by the rack of guitars, leaning on the wall with your head in your hands.

He yells out to you, sliding to his knees in-front of you. "Oh, precious thing," he pushes your hands down and takes your face in his own, "what happened to you?" His heart stops beating in his chest.

Your eyes are puffy and red. But that's the least of his concerns. You have dried blood that's dripped down your nostril. A forming bruise on the side of your face.

"Who did this to you?"

The second you explain what happened, he's back on his feet, ready to hunt down that bitch Un Ji.

"Yeo, please!" You hold onto the back of his calve, sticking him in place. "Don't," you plead, "please, don't go." He sits back down on the tile floor with you.

"My Petal," he begins to tear up, "they've crushed you." You can't say anything more, simply crying as you hold his hands tightly, attempting to stop the way your whole body trembles. "She put her fucking hands on you, (Y/n). She bruised you, she made you cry, look at what she did to your violin! She needs to learn her god damn lesson. She isn't better than anyone, and she certainly isn't better than you."

Your blurry vision turns to your prized instrument, now just a mess of broken wood and snapped strings. And the sight only makes you cry more. "Don't worry," he pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. "I'll fix it... I'll fix it all." You hang onto him for dear life, sobbing into him.

"Baby," he hums, swiping away your tears the second you lean away. "I hate to see you cry like this," he holds you gently as he leans his head on yours to imitate what has become a habit of yours. "Breath with me, c'mon. You're okay now." You bite your lip to hold back your cries, eventually evening out your breathing to match his.

"You'll be okay?" He goes to stand again, and is once again stopped when you keep your grip on his hand.

"What will you do?"

"I'll just scare her. Show her to stay away."

And he plans on keeping his word to you, he truly does, but when he sees Ji all alone on the top of the stairs, all his mind can think is how 'this fucking bitch deserves to die for putting her hand on you'.

"Un Ji!"

She stands up and looks down at him with an expression of coldness, mirroring the same one he has. Only, with less rage. "I'll fucking kill you," he grabs her by her neck and pushes her to the cold ground, following her as she tries to back away. "What the fuck, dude?!"

She grabs his wrist and tries to pry it away, but he won't let up: clouded by his anger. "You are such a stuck up little bitch! You think you get to walk all over her? You think you get to touch her and get away with it? Huh? Answer me, cunt!"

"You fucking psycho, get away from me!" She struggles. He throws her down by the grip he has on her neck and lets her head slam onto the hard floor.

She's still dazed, her vision blurry from the bang to her head, when he crouches down to her level. "I should kill you." He smirks as she uncoordinatedly tries to scramble away. "I really should, but... I don't think (Y/n) would come around to that. She will come around to this though."

"Wha-" her question is cut off when he stands quickly and stomps on her hand. "Fuck, what the fuck," she screeches, trying to pull her hand back when he steps down harder and a crunch rings out. She lets her head fall to the ground, soaking it with her tears.

"Was it this hand you struck her with?" He moves to kick the other one out from under her, and steps down lightly. "Or this one?" When she doesn't answer, he crushes her hand anyway. "Best be safe." She yells and yells, but the only other person in the building this late is you; and your too occupied with the remnants of your instrument to hear her.

"Please, stop!" He lifts his foot, and for a moment she things she's got through to him. Then he swings his leg back and brings it forward to her gut with force. She attempts to roll over, but finds no splice as he just kicks her back instead. "Low life," he groans, "fucking piece of trash."

He forces her to lay down on her back with a sneaker placed to her shoulder. "Are you crying?" He coos mockingly, "awww." He bends down, pinching her cheek harshly. "Should have fucking thought about the consequences."

He replaces his foot with his knee, putting all of his weight down on her shoulder until she's slapping his leg, begging him to stop as he crushes it. "When someone asks you what happened, you say Lucas Montgomery did it, got that?"

He plans on taking down two birds with one stone, knowing that the socially inept Lucas wouldn't have anyone to use as an alibi.

"Ye-yeah."

"Hey, Un Ji... who did this to you?"

"Lucas." She coughs. Blood dribbles down her chin.

"Un Ji-ah," he yells into her face, "who did this to you."

"Lucas did! Lucas Montgomery!"

"Good. Make it believable, too." He kicks her down and gives her one last glance full of hatred with a threat, "cause next time, I won't stop until I can hand her your head on a stick."

He leaves her crying on the upstairs floor as he returns to you. He finds you, nearly unmoved from where he left you. Gathering up the broken pieces of your violin and attempting to do the same to your heart.

"Yeo?" You stand up and embrace him the second he crosses into the room, wrapping your arms around his waist and listening to his heavy breathing.

When you back up, you see a splatter of red on the tip of his sneakers. "Are you okay? Is that blood?" He cups your face in his hand and caresses his thumb over the bruise. "Yeosang!" He blinks back into reality. "Is that blood?"

You reach for the closed door behind him, when he grabs your wrist and pushes it back to your side. "You don't need to see that."

"Don't nee- what did you do?" He pushes you further into the room by your shoulder softly. "Yeosang, what did you do to her? You said you were just going to scare her!"

"She's scared," he says nonchalantly. "She won't bother you again." When you ask if he hit her, he almost scoffs a laugh. "I crushed her... I crushed her just like she did to you."

You don't know what's come over him, but you don't like it. This isn't the Yeosang you've been falling in love with. This Yeosang is scaring you.

"I want to go home, now."

He nods, "I'll take you."

"No." You speak all too quickly for his liking. "I don't want... I don't want to be near you right now. How can you... you did exactly what she did to me."

He grabs onto your forearm tightly, pulling you back as you try to leave and pushing you onto the wall next to the whiteboard.

"My beautiful flower," he hums, cool knuckle sliding down your cheek and across your jaw.

"Yeosang." His name is whispered like that of a devil, so quiet that he can barely pick up on the emotions lacing your voice. "We shouldn't... we should stop before we get more involved. I'm- I don't think-"

"No," he grumbles, pushing off the wall and going to pace around the music room. "You don't get it," he yells, kicking one of the sheet stands. You yelp involuntarily, backing into the chalkboard as his cold gaze finds you. "You don't get it," he begins to laugh, raking a hand through his hair.

"Sunbae-"

"Don't fucking call me that!" His conscience is filled with guilt as he hears the word, but it's quickly overwhelmed by the butterflies that fill his gut as he sees you cowering against the wall. "Don't call me that," he repeats in a soft, whining voice. As he approaches, you scoot behind the teachers piano, using it as a barrier between the both of you.

"Why are you scared," he asks. Wether it's genuine or teasing, you can't seem to tell.

"Please, stop. Lets just go our separate ways."

He places his hands on the top of the wooden piano, smirking as he unlocks the wheels with the tip of his sneakers. He pushes it to the side harshly, making the keys clang and echo around the room as it collides with the double doors. "Yeosang, please! You're scaring me!"

"Don't worry," he purrs as he crowds you, taking your hands in his and holding them between you: pressing his body against yours and effectively trapping you.

"Oh, Petal," his voice is truly mocking now, but it goes away as quickly as it came. "We are already involved. Do you have any idea what I would do for you? Huh? Any idea what I'm willing to do? What I did to that bitch is nothing compared to what I'm willing to do..." He places his forehead to yours, breathing in the smell of your sweet conditioner and listening to your ragged breaths. For a single moment, he feels like he's in heaven.

Then, the sirens come into ear shot.

Eyes wide, filled to the brim with tears that you refuse to let fall, you search his cold gaze. "What did you do?"

"I told you that I would protect you, yeah? That's exactly what I did." He leans his face impossibly closer to yours, "I have a feeling she won't be bothering you. Not as long as I'm around."

You turn your head to the side, avoiding his eyes as your tears fall. "Hey!" The grip he has on your chin is rough, probably rough enough to bruise.

"Yeo, please," you sob, subconsciously wrapping both your hands around his free one: which is still perched against your stomach.

"Look at me," he all but begs, shifting his weight around anxiously as you slowly turn your eyes to face him.

"I didn't do anything wrong, you know that right? She may have got hurt, but... after everything she did to you? That cunt had it coming. Okay?"

"Mhm." You bite your lip, nodding tightly in his grasp. "I'm sorry, Yeo."

"I know, baby." He places a chaste kiss to your cheek. He releases his death grip and taps your cheek gently with a smile. "I just want to protect you. You'll let me, won't you?"

The sirens are full force, ringing through the school. The lights flash through the tall window.

"Won't you?" He leans his head down and brushes his lips against you, almost begging.

"Yeah." You mumble into his lips, letting him kiss you deeply.

"Good. Let's get out of here, Petal."

[redxxstrings]

ヽ( ´O｀) , ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ» , (〇o〇；) , ಸヮಸ , (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) for Ichigo!! 🥰❤️

!!!!!!!!!!! your Ichigo Lore, ma’am uwu (from here)

ヽ( ´O｀): what is their body language like when sleepy?

surprisingly cute, lol. he doesn’t (usually) get mad when he’s tired (like a certain other member of his band), but he does get spacy. he’s more likely to completely miss or not process what people are saying to him; he’ll stop what he’s doing right in the middle of it, whether it be walking or making coffee, to just... stand there and drift off. and if he’s not falling asleep standing up, he’s found the nearest corner of a couch or chair to fall asleep in.

he’s a lot easier to deal with when he’s tired. “ichigo, we need you over here.” “...huh...? sure... whatever.”

( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ»: do they have a sensitive spot/s?

depends on what you’re lookin for—

if you’re looking to tickle him: poke his sides when he’s not expecting it. he’ll jump out of his skin and you might even get a laugh out of him.

if you’re looking to have him melt in your arms: run your fingers through his hair and your hands over his shoulders and back. both relax him more than he’d be willing to admit out loud, and he’ll be putty in your hands in seconds.

if you’re looking to turn him on: run your hands over his chest and down his abs / stomach. trace your fingers down his arm or on his thighs. playing with his earrings (especially while you’re sitting in his lap) will do it, too.

(〇o〇；): what is their body language like when they are stressed? do they try and hide the fact that they are stressed? how do they recover from said stress?

he’s noticeably more tense when he’s stressed, specifically in his shoulders and his face — his shoulders will be significantly more tight than usual, his eyebrows will be almost constantly scrunched together, and his lips will be pressed together. he also tends to jump if someone touches him / gets in his space unexpectedly if he’s tense. he tries to hide it because he doesn’t want anyone else to worry or bother him about it, but it’s pretty easy to tell with him if you know what to look for.

much like any other negative emotion he feels, the easiest way for him to recover is to take a nap. he’s not one to avoid stressors, though, so if something fixable is making him tense (rather than something out of his control), he’d try to fix it first. then nap if that didn’t work.

ಸヮಸ: do they lean back or forward when they laugh hard? do they snort? slap their knee? do that seal-esque clap? do they often laugh to the point that you can’t hear their laugh anymore?

ichigo doesn’t laugh often — he’ll do a Sensible Chuckle every now and then or one of those little amused breaths through his nose, but it’s rarely a full on laugh. that said, if he were to laugh out loud, it’d be one of those really big ones — the kind where he can’t keep his arms crossed and he’s leaned so far back in his seat you’d think he was gonna fall and he can’t really breathe and his eyes are watering and it’s such a pure and happy sound that it makes everyone listening smile and start laughing, too.

(ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*): do they prefer kisses on the cheek? forehead? what about neck kisses?

he’s not opposed to any kind of kiss, but i think he’d particularly like cheek kisses. there’s something really cute about them to him. maybe it has to do with his height and the fact that whoever was giving him a kiss on the cheek would probably have to stand on their toes / pull him down to their level.

[tabunnanhun]

タイプ別 好きなポケモン描いた！

[eusyram]

"IT''S COLDER THAN A [witch's tit] OUT HERE. SHOUL'VDE BROUGHT A [Coat]."

WINTER / SEASONAL STARTERS. | @bigshot

❝ (✿°〇°) Whaaaa, you mean you can't just make something out of pixels or whatever? ❞

❝ (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ✿) You're pretty compressed already, so crushing up some extra ones shouldn't affect your resolution. Aw geez, what are you made of anyways? Makes me want to poke inside and look around! ❞

But no, that'd be rude and besides, she didn't have any ad blockers installed. Or rather, you couldn't really use them to block spam messages, could you? She'd never tried. Wait, were they in the real world or the metaverse again? It was always hard to tell with Spamton around.

❝ (✿´• ω •`) Hold on! I just thought of something. Aren't you really good at babbling your mouth off? ❞

❝ (✿^▽^) If you just spew sales pitches at me nonstop, you should warm up in no time! ❞

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Young Regis HCs

I’ve shared this in multiple asks but not focusing on it, so I thought I’d make a proper post about how I think Regis was in his 20′s.

Hyperactive.

That’s the whole summary, he was hyperactive.

Young Regis was a reckless bullet.

Regis was/is too curious for his own good; in his youth, he had all the resources to exploit it, and he did.

He had ridiculous amounts of stamina.

You wouldn’t believe the quantity of energy this boy has.

He’s a bullet. Nobody can stop him.

Regis was curious + hyperactive. The perfect recipeh for DISASTER.

And he can warp.

Clarus is, by far, the Shield that has had to run after his charge the most distance and the more times.

It was a mess both in Insomnia and during their own journey across Lucis and Accordo.

During their journey it was much more often and much more caothic, though.

It was the first time Regis was outside the Walls, he’s the most curious creature on Eos, and he has stamina, you can’t blame him.

He’s warping across an entire city or town when they arrive.

Like, as soon as he put a foot out the Regalia, the group knew Regis was already gone.

Literally. Bastard warped away.

You give him ten minutes; when he appears again out of the blue, breathless, he’s going to rant for twenty minutes.

“WOW IT WAS GREAT, THEY HAVE THIS ONE BUILDING THAT LOOKS LIKE A PAIR OF GIANT PANTS, AND I SAW THIS MONUMENT, YOU’LL LOVE IT WESKY, AND I ALSO SAW A DOG AND I SAW A PARK AND I SAW A FOUNTAIN AND I SAW A SQUIRREL THAT WAS LIKE *gestures* AND I SAW-”

Cities and hearing him talk like he’ll die if he shuts up is the less troubles.

You should see him on the wild.

“*gASPS* WHAT. IS. THAT?”

“Regis, no-”

Too late, Regis already warped there.

“*GASPS* IS THAT A GARULA-”

“Regis, nO-”

Regis is already on top of that Garula, petting it. 

“*GASPS* Holy gods, what is that!?”

“Regis, NO-”

Regis already dashed away to poke a pool of green water.

“GASPS* GUYS LOOK AT THAT.”

“Regis-!”

Regis is standing on top of a ten-floors-building-tall lamppost, saying it’s “unstable, we should fix it.”

“Omg, that looks amazing!”

“Regis, nO!”

Regis is already standing on top of the giant rock formation nearby Coernix Station.

“Holy shIT IS THAT THE RAVATOGH, CAN WE GO THERE-”

“Re-!”

Regis is already dashing his way up the volcano.

“WOAH, it’s lava! Can I get closer? ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ ”

“Regis wtf no!”

“I won’t touch it-”

“Reg-!”

Regis is already standing on a rock among the lava. 

“wOAh look at that!”

“Regis, no!”

Regis warped down the crystal-like underground around Lestallum’s power plant.

“*GASPS*-”

“NO!!”

Clarus is always running after him all these times.

Sometimes Cor too, but sometimes he’ll just “wait here, he can die alone for all I care.”

Weskham will just smile and roll the eyes. 

Sometimes Clarus has little quarrels with Weskham because “Why do you not care when he runs off to his death!?”

Weskahm just shrugs and “let’s just let him be, he’s not stupid.”

Thing is, Regis is kind of stupid. Not as in brainless, but his common sense is a bbbbiiiittt....off.

“Have you guys seen Regis?”

“Hey, Clarus! Over here! You won’t believe what I just found here!”

Regis is in the bottom of some well.

“Guys, I lost sight of Regis, where is he!?”

Regis is currently hanging from his sword on a vertical MOUNTANSIDE because “the view was pretty.”

“Not again, I can’t find Regis!”

“He mustn’t be so far, relax :)”

Next thing they hear is Regis shrieking and they see him warp out of a hole in the ground....from where TEN ARACHNES CRAWL OUT CHASING HIM.

Regis is the kind to make questions but he’s not asking, he’s doing it anyway.

“Can we go there?”

He’s already there or already heading there.

“Do you want to see what’s in there?”

He’s already heading there.

“Can I touch it?”

He’s already licking it.

“What does this do?”

He accidentally electrocuted himself like 10 times across the journey.

“May I-”

”No.”

“Sho-”

“No.”

“B-”

“NO, REGIS, NO!”

Regis often pouts and feels sad and mops when any of the guys (usually Cid, Clarus or Cor) chide him.

You’ll see him thrown and sprawled at camp refusing to move from that one spot.

Drama Queen Regis.

Regis, like Noctis and every Lucis Caelum, does get his energy drained by the Crystal, so he does sleep a lot, but it’s the moments when he’s awake that he goes FULL HYPERACTIVITY MODE.

From the outrageous amounts of stamina he sweats out during the day and his constant coming and going and running and jumping, Regis is first to fall dead asleep.

He may also nap during car rides...except he’s like babies.

You think he’s precious as he naps, AHAHAHAHAH, he’s just recharging energy so that when he wakes up he’s back to being a human bullet.

Speaking of being like a baby, Regis’ intense curiosity often leads to make of him The Asker.

“Weskham, what is that thing? Oh, and what does it work for? Ah. How? Right, but isn’t it dangerous? Oooh. Why? Really? How? Oh? And Why? And why? More or less. So what happens if I- oh, okay. Why?”

“Hey, Cid, what is that place? Can we go there? Why not? Oooh, I see. Why? Ah! And why? Oooh. And why? *gasps*! Why!? Oooh, and how did they do that? Oh. Why?”

“Weskham, how does a clock work?”

“Are cactuars endangered?”

“So how do cat whiskers work?”

“Ever wondered about Nort and South and all that? I mean, who says the north is actually up? There’s no notion of up and down or left or right in space, right? What if all this time we’ve been seeing things upside-down? Who defines what’s up? What’s up, Cor?”

(Regis burst out laughing after that one)

“So what are rocks made of?”

You’d think Cor has poker face because war made him a dead, cold man? Nah, buddy. It was his journey with Regis.

Regis is also the king of stupid ideas.

“What do you guys think will happen if I mix these two liquids?”

Weskham was poisoned.

“What do you think will happen if I touch this?”

There’s a daemon going after them.

“OOH! Fluffeh. What do you think will happen if I take just one tiny hair? :)”

The behemoth is running after them.

“....so what wil happen if I-”

Regis was kicked in the nuts by a chocobo.

Regis is the kind of man that will end up in strange situations that, lacking context, are quite bizarre.

Like the once they found him tangled in the chocobo’s saddle while the chocobo was running in circles around a block of ice and how did you tie your own hands too omg what did you do.

The worst part is that Cid sometimes encourages him to be stupid.

“Hey, kid. Betcha ya won’t lick this thing.”

“Bet your ass I will!”

The prince almost died by poison.

Weskham too, but he’s more on accident.

“Hey, Wes. Do you think it’ll go wrong if I try to warp through a window?”

“Hm...maybe not? :)”

Regis split his forehead open.

Clarus too, by accident as well.

“Is that all you’ve got? I thought I was training a prince, not a baby!”

That’s the story of how Regis set the camp on fire when he tried to bomb Clarus with magic.

Cor too.

“Betcha I can smack that tree harder than you, kid.”

“Hell no, Your Royal Butt, I’m stronger.”

Somehow they ended up a thousand needled.

A summary of young Regis?

“Regis, no.”

“Regis, yes ヽ(ˇヘˇ)ノ ”

Extremely curious, reckless, silly 20 year old toddler.

And don’t get me wrong; he’s wise and can make choices, he’s a good and responsible prince. He just really likes shiny pebbles and wants to see what happens if you put shoes on a Cockatrice.

And that’s what I picture young Regis to be like. 

[peppermintii]

IN AN 18+ OTOME GAME, I’LL PROTECT MY CHASTITY!

CHAPTER 23.5: THE FIRST LOVE THAT CAME TOO LATE (KUREKAMIJI’S POV) Ever since I’ve become aware of my surroundings, I never had trouble with women. Not that I sought it on my own. I, Kurekamiji Akihiro, am the second second son of an affluent family. We manufacture and sell precision equipment, and when you mention our company name, anyone in the world knows about it as the foremost company. We’ve extended our hands in other industries as well, speaking of Kurekamiji Conglomerate, they’re in the top 5 wealthiest family in Japan. In addition, although we can’t overtly say it, we control a part of a Hong Kong mafia and prosper in the underground business too. Thanks to that, as well as being born and groomed with good looks, I was naturally popular with women. Because of the big difference in the birth rate between men and women in this world, [being popular with women], is quite a rare thing. To the women of this world, guys are, whether they’re leaving them or approaching them in humor, easily available. As if buying something and saying, ‘I want that’, they’re treated like servants. However, to those women, even the Kurekamiji Conglomerate holds a special charm for them. From the first half of my teens, various kinds of women tried to get close to me, I would make up some facts if possible. The youngest being 10 years old to even 40 years old, really different women. I basically ignored silly flirtatious women, and sometimes there’d also be those gloomy helpless kind. They’d think that just because they had some face and style, they’re already worth loving, they’re all so foolish. No matter how much you chase them away, they would still follow me around. Such women who eat just because they can, I only disposed them. It’s certainly an established fact in this country that you have to get married, but, that’s only applicable if your partner is alive. Being sick of those days, becoming a teacher was relatively smooth-sailing for me. As usual, there were times where both my licensed female colleagues and students alike chased after me but, I don’t know if it’s because it’s a prestigious school, both those colleagues and students were all the serious type, they’re a manageable bunch. ------ Just, ever since I was born, the thirst to hold someone was never quenched. I do think that the job as a teacher is my vocation but, I don’t feel satisfied with just that in life. Seeing my friend have someone they love and have a family, I’d think of how I don’t have my own partner. I thought that maybe it was just my fate. And the one who overturned that thought was a 15-year old girl who just entered high school. Still a young girl----- Honda Rina, at first, she was just a student to me. She was just unfamiliar with the society, she’s unusually open-minded and relaxed, and doesn’t care one bit when faced with a man’s flattery. Lastly, she declared her intention of being single and even announced her [do-or-die resistance]. That declaration of hers instantly charmed all the guys in her class. In the first place, although there would be some girls who would first approach, it is still usually the guys to approach them initially. On top of that, Honda’s looks aren’t bad. Her face without any make-up would look immature but between that gap and her powerful gaze as if going her own way was strangely fascinating to the guys. And I was no exception from that. Her childish face and her cold bearing. Looking at her, it gives me the chills and want to conquer her. And with that, she instantly gathered the attention of the guys, afterwards, surprisingly, no one dared to touch her. If things go downhill, she might get raped so I kept my eyes peeled but, we rarely even chatted so I don’t know if she’s being called out. What on earth did you do? I convinced myself by observing her. I wasn’t sure if I did it deliberately or unconsciously but there weren’t any chances at all. She doesn’t meet with the guy’s eyes, even when those guys approach her to chat, she would stand up from her seat with great timing and look over her phone. However, the more that it happens and accumulates, their gazes would burn even hotter. And I too------- Somehow, when I chat with her, I gradually got more and more attracted to her. Inside her innocence is her unusual sex appeal. She’s stoic, and because of that, her delicate scent as a woman stands out. The more I look, the more she gives me the shivers. I’d call her over and cover it up as a part of the chores, and as I had her assist me, those feelings have just grown stronger. She’s an ordinary girl. A natural airhead, goes with her own pace, as well as stubborn. She’s really just a very, very regular girl. But, she’s lovely. When she pouts, I want to poke her cheeks, and when I get stared at, I want to just kiss her. After drinking cocoa, her face would relax limply that just makes me want to hug her tightly. When she’d get teary-eyed, I want to make her cry even harder. I wanna make her cry with my own hands-------- How sweet would her kiss taste like? Taking off her clothes, kissing the little crowns on her chest, what kind of face would she make? Conquering her, and pounding her hard, how sweet will her voice let out? Just thinking about it makes me tremble with excitement. I’d love to see her slovenly appearance after I thoroughly caress her. Behind the mask of a [Good Teacher], I imagine about her like that and masturbate to her many times. But, I still really am a teacher after all-------- I gave her my contact number, I made a bit of some body contact, and I understand it’d be dangerous to do anything more than that. I was conscious about it but still------ [Hey, today’s class duty, come with me and help me out at the prep. room.] Honda’s on class duty today. Of course, having her help out is just an excuse, I just really wanted to spend some time with her and just us two. I’m mixing my personal with official matters but give at least this much. I called out on Tounouin Ao. He’s on good terms with Honda. When they chat, they exude [High School Youth], and it makes me irritated. Even though I���m enduring it, this guy is just----- But, what I don’t like about him is that we seem to be similar. When I and Honda talk, he would scowl intensely. And the last straw, just before, he said to me, [You’ve been nominating Honda a lot to assist you, what are trying to do? That’s sexual harassment, you know.] What’s with this brat, he’s really annoying. [Haa? If it’s Honda, she already went to help you out.] Tounouin-kun irritably said so. As usual, he doesn’t treat me as he should as a teacher. It got me annoyed as well thus knitting my brows. Honda went to help me out? I only requested for her assistance today for the first time---------- I have a bad feeling about this. [Hey, where did she go?] [What do you mean ‘where’, you’re the one who appointed the place.] [Whatever, tell me where she went!] I almost howled at him, making his face turn a different shade. [By any chance, you weren’t the one who called for her?] [Since when and where did she go!?] [Audiovisual room. ------- About 20 minutes ago.] The moment he heard his answer, he turned on his heels and ran with all his might. I don’t understand the whole situation but it probably isn’t something good. Much more in a fully soundproofed audiovisual room. -----She’s in danger. Even if she gets sullied, I’ll never forgive the other party. Just killing him wouldn’t be enough. I’ll make him spend his life looking forward to the days where he could die but not able to. At the same time, I realized something. ------ I can’t run away anymore. From my own feelings. I can’t say it’s because I’m a teacher. I won’t allow Honda to belong to someone else. Never. I won’t hand her over to anyone, I’d keep her enveloped in my arms forever, melt her in my love, and make her only mine. [Prepare yourself, Rina.] The first time I said her name, it became a chain of thorns that bound my heart and will never be taken off. TN: - This is just getting crazier and crazier… I can’t believe this…. XD - S-Such a dark character, you mean, y-you k-killed them off?!?!!? （｀〇Д〇） - Does this mean…… sensei, you, you’re our ML for this novel???? ‘she was just a student to me’ XD HAHAHAHAHA （*/∇＼*） - GUYS, I JUST WANTED YOU TO KNOW THAT I REALLY TRIED TO TONE DOWN THE TERM MASTURBATE…. But I really can’t… it’s not possible for me… However I found some wonderful slang about it on the net and this is my best three 1) fisting your mister; 2) whipping the willy and; 3) bopping the baloney HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA as you can see, I don’t see myself putting it up in my translation BUT DO TELL ME WHICH ONE YOU FOUND THE MOST INTERESTING!!! - YOUR FEELINGS ARE TOO HEAVY SENSEI!!! How much yandere could you get if she got another one???? ━(◯Δ◯∥)━ン - I sometimes wonder if my own comments could amount to a whole chapter…. XD

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Physical Detail Ask Meme: ╰(*´︶`*)╯ and (〇o〇；) and ಠ-ಠ and 「(°ヘ°) for Ithel; ╰(*´︶`*)╯ and („ᵕᴗᵕ„) and 「(°ヘ°) and ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) for Kiki; ヽ( ´O｀) and (〇o〇；) and (ﾉ≧ڡ≦) and (´∀｀) for Yuki; ಠಿ_ಠ and ⊙.☉ and (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) for Sora; (ﾉ≧ڡ≦) and ಸヮಸ for Noodles.

The fabulous disaster

╰(*´︶`*)╯: Do they appreciate hugs? Would they prefer to give hugs or receive hugs? What kind of hugs do they like to receive and/or give?

Ithel appreciates hugs very much, but he kind of forgot how to give or receive them, because that would require some mutual attachment and… I mean, he’d probably hug all his stolen kids, but is it proper for an authority figure to do that? And he would hug Kirara too, but he doesn’t think she would respond well to that.

(〇o〇；): What is their body language like when they are stressed? Do they try and hide the fact that they are stressed? How do they recover from said stress?

There’s no visible difference, so either he can hide it well, or he’s always stressed. The tone of his voice may change, though. He can blow off some steam by physical exertion (exercise?) or spell practising or arguing with Shavli.

ಠ-ಠ: Do they like it when people touch their hair?

Why would anyone do that? Sure, his hair is undoubtedly fabulous, but that feels kind of… intimate, you know?

「(°ヘ°): How does one calm them down when they are freaking out? Do they prefer physical comfort, or would they rather be left alone?

He needs some time alone. It’s not a good idea to try talking to him when he’s freaking out.

The fluffy disaster

╰(*´︶`*)╯: Do they appreciate hugs? Would they prefer to give hugs or receive hugs? What kind of hugs do they like to receive and/or give?

Kirara’s not really used to hugs, but maybe she will learn from Amalie, who’s quite a cuddly princess? She would definitely give a comfort hug to a sad child, though.

「(°ヘ°): How does one calm them down when they are freaking out? Do they prefer physical comfort, or would they rather be left alone?

Shee needs a distraction, so company is good for her, even if she doesn’t think so. If there’s no company, she just tries to find something to do.

(„ᵕᴗᵕ„): Does their face turn red when embarrassed? If so, how else do they react when embarrassed? (I.E. Shifting of weight upon foot, etc.)

Her face does turn red and she also bites her lips and folds her arms.

( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡): Does having somebody stroke their head make them feel relaxed?

It’s more likely to make her feel tense. Don’t treat her like a child, dammit!

The awesome disaster

ヽ( ´O｀): What is their body language like when sleepy?

When sleepy, Yuki curls up and gets cuddly.

(〇o〇；): What is their body language like when they are stressed? Do they try and hide the fact that they are stressed? How do they recover from said stress?

She usually becomes more energetic, turning the stress into motivation. Unless her claustrophobia shows up - then she looks sideways and grits her teeth and clenches her fist and tenses.

(ﾉ≧ڡ≦): Do they like to show affection by physically teasing? (I.E: Shoulder punches, etc.)

She may poke you or pinch your cheeks.

(´∀｀): Do they laugh when they get nervous?

She keeps a brave face and smiles.

The nerdy disaster

ಠಿ_ಠ: Do they look up or down when they are trying to recollect something?

Up.

⊙.☉: Does their voice get an octave higher when they lie? Does it crack?

It’s called diplomacy and Sora’s flawless at it.

(ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*): Do they prefer kisses on the cheek? Forehead? What about neck kisses?

She wouldn’t mind a kiss on the cheek from or for a good friend.

The noodle disaster

(ﾉ≧ڡ≦): Do they like to show affection by physically teasing? (I.E: Shoulder punches, etc).

Physical teasing is Chalinda’s preferred way of showing affection, so if she likes you, she’ll do that a lot. Unless you’re Polly - then she’ll cuddle you.

ಸヮಸ: Do they lean back or forward when they laugh hard? Do they snort? Slap their knee? Do that seal-esque clap? Do they often laugh to the point that you can’t hear their laugh anymore?

She leans back (and possibly falls back) and her laughter is loud and reverberating, and infectious.

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All of the physical detail meme Please (now!!)

(i died but thank u i love talking about severyn)

Physical Detail Ask Meme for Severyn Ulasi:

Σ(ﾟДﾟ；): Have they ever sprained or broken their leg before? How about their arm? What was the story behind it?Severyn has sprained her ankles before but not broken any bones, thank the Divines. The most memorable time was when she was around 12 (?) digging in the forest for herbs and various plants to help their mother, Merizah, at her alchemy shop. It had just rained and she slipped in the mud, twisting her ankle. (She was a trooper though, carried the basket of plants all the way back home.)

╰(*´︶`*)╯: Do they appreciate hugs? Would they prefer to give hugs or receive hugs? What kind of hugs do they like to receive and/or give?Severyn does like hugs, but not usually surprise hugs. She enjoys receiving them more than giving them, generally–her hugs either range from light and awkward if she doesn’t like you to very close, very tight embraces (for instance, if she was worried about you.) If she likes you, she’ll swoop behind you very quietly and hug you from behind, kinda nuzzles into your back or neck. If you do that to her, she might kill you. (Emphasis on might. Few have tried and survived.)

ಠಿ_ಠ: Do they look up or down when they are trying to recollect something? Sev looks up towards the sky, and often runs a finger over her lip scars when she does.

ヽ( ´O｀): What is their body language like when sleepy? Severyn is extremely droopy, dead weight when sleepy. All of her body kinda sinks and goes heavy. She’ll lean on people, furniture, walls, it doesn’t matter. She moves very slowly, rubs at her eyes a lot.

(Дﾟ≡ﾟДﾟ): When they are surprised by somebody do they physically jump? Scream? Severyn has a strong startle response which is to jump physically or possibly lash out in order to do harm. The latter was ingrained in her after traumatic experiences.

(⸝⸝⸝ ̑ ̑⸝⸝⸝): Does their face get red after they drink?:A little bit, actually. She’s not a lightweight, so she has to drink quite a bit to get blushy and outwardly tipsy.

(„ᵕᴗᵕ„): Does their face turn red when embarrassed? If so, how else do they react when embarrassed? (I.E. Shifting of weight upon foot, etc.): 100%. Severyn will blush when embarrassed straight from her cheeks to her ear tips. She either stutters or clams up completely when she tries to speak, and her body language tends to ‘close up.’ (Arms curl inwards/cross, etc)

( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ»: Do they have a sensitive spot/s?Yeah she does. Ear tips, neck, generally the typical stuff. Under her ribcage she’s super ticklish also but nobody knows this, and anyone who finds out is immediately murdered.

(〇o〇；): What is their body language like when they are stressed? Do they try and hide the fact that they are stressed? How do they recover from said stress?Severyn’s body gets very tense–her shoulders and neck get most of the weight and stress and it leads to bad posture. She can end up pacing and wringing her hands. Her voice will be calm for the most part but it ends up being obvious that she’s stressed, if you know her. If she’s in a tenuous position, at work, for instance–she’ll do a lot of attempting to hide her stress or anger in order to keep everything around her afloat. When she’s by herself, she’ll be more open about being stressed.

ಠ-ಠ: Do they like it when people touch their hair? Yes yes yes yes. She grows it out specifically so it looks pretty (it’s one of the smaller spots of vanity she has, and it’s one of the few physical things she takes pride in.) But again, only if you know her.

(ﾉ≧ڡ≦): Do they like to show affection by physically teasing? (I.E: Shoulder punches, etc.): Not really physically teasing, more like putting hands on her partner’s shoulders or back, or hand. She’s more willing to do physical teasing when she’s training/with a partner who’s familiar with fighting so just in case she uses more strength (accidentally or not) her SO is prepared.

♪⁽⁽٩( ᐖ )۶⁾⁾ ₍₍٩( ᐛ )۶₎₎♪: How are they like when they dance? Are they stiff? Fluid? A good dancer? Do they prefer to dance with a lot of others, with one other person, or alone?Severyn’s kind of stiff at dancing–she knows that it’s technically like fighting, but it still doesn’t quite get through her head. She tries her best, so she’s not the worst dancer in the world, but she’s not great. She will never and also has never danced alone– there needs to be at least 2+ people in the room, and one of them needs to be her dancing partner.

ง ( ⌓̈ )ง: Are they physically strong when it comes to fights?Holy shit, yeah. She’s not an assassin for nothin’. She’s pinned certain people down after kicking them in the stomach during a training session just to prove a point. Hand to hand isn’t her favorite, but years of training do the body good. She does more dagger-y stuff.

(´∀｀): Do they laugh when they get nervous?No, she just fidgets or paces.

ಥoಥ: How are they like when they cry? Do they just stream tears nonstop? Does their nose get clogged to the point that it’s hard to breathe? Is it easy for them to speak when they are sobbing? Do they hiccup when they cry?Severyn’s a tear streamer. It may start out looking elegant if she angry cries–brow furrowed, indignant tears, etc– but when she gets super sad she just breaks down and curls in on herself. She tends to hyperventilate when she cries, but no hiccupping, really. She gasps a lot when she tries to talk while crying– can end up being unintelligible which makes her even sadder/angrier.

ಸヮಸ: Do they lean back or forward when they laugh hard? Do they snort? Slap their knee? Do that seal-esque clap? Do they often laugh to the point that you can’t hear their laugh anymore?She leans forward and puts her face in her hands when she really gets going. It ends up sounding like a cackle when it’s a real laugh–she has a fake and refined laugh for people she wants to impress or intimidate. When she laughs she can tend to cover her mouth until she gets comfortable with people.

「(°ヘ°): How does one calm them down when they are freaking out? Do they prefer physical comfort, or would they rather be left alone?Physical contact, grounding embraces from trusted friends, etc. She will start out by leaving a situation when she freaks out in an attempt to cool down, but it doesn’t always work–most of the time it doesn’t. She’ll just end up crying alone in her room for longer than it would take to recover if someone was helping her.

⊙.☉: Does their voice get an octave higher when they lie? Does it crack?She’s way too used to lying that she doesn’t have vocal tells. Her eyes can dart a little, though.

( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡): Does having somebody stroke their head make them feel relaxed?Yes and she will 100% fall asleep on you if you do that.

(ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*): Do they prefer kisses on the cheek? Forehead? What about neck kisses?All kisses–ALL KISSES- will make Severyn hopelessly flustered. (Neck kisses will especially divest her of speech entirely and make her stammer.) 

(-.-): How should one wake them up? Do they get out of bed easily?Sev’s an early-ish riser usually. She’ll get out when the sun shines brightly in her eyes, or if you take her blankets away, or even if you’re gently poking her. She’s grumbly and grumpy at first and will give you an attitude, but eventually get out of bed.

(ó﹏ò｡): Are there any foods that make their stomach upset?She’s not fond of citrus fruits but it doesn’t make her stomach hurt.