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twimshi · 13 days

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Crossing the borders illegally legal

In which you follow the slow yet melancholic lifestyle of YN with a hint of joy while also defying the goverments laws in hopes of the betterment of solving a silly case of missing people.

Twenty-nine.

Twenty-eight.

Counting back the steps to get home.

It gets a little dull, YN concludes while walking home. She knows that people around her are getting married and stuff, it doesn't bother her.

It shouldn’t.

She’s just a busy woman with work, that’s accomplishing enough.

Two.

One.

Getting a mini apartment might have been the best thing she’s done since she yelled back at her mother, though it does get lonely.

Luckily she has Sherman and her favorite series to watch on her laptop, TV is overrated.

It’s nice to watch a slice-of-life show, keeps her sane.

YN is pretty sure she’s seen this at least more than four times, but something about it makes it comforting.

Something about people coming together and genuinely caring about each other has her bubbly every time she watches it.

It's nice.

Sherman is a concerning animal though, he’s now what looks like reading a book— she would be more concerned but she decides to sleep it off evaluating her day to drift into sleep.

Another day will begin.

It's a horrible one.

She doesn't know when it started but she feels so small.

So alone.

The best way to describe the feeling is if you imagine your chest.

Then imagine your childhood, when you were happy.

Then your life now, how you wish to hold yourself and hug them senselessly telling them they’ll be okay in their trying times as they tremble in your arms unsure of how to react.

That might have been a little dramatic, but YN writes down the thought in her little notepad.

Maybe she could write a novel one day she thinks.

Talk about her life experiences and—

The shower water turns lukewarm.

She goes to tie her hair in the mirror when she notices.

She has already covered it with newspaper.

Once every other month YN calls her mom to check in.

Well, they both reluctantly check on each other.

Her sister was always the more promising one, always seemed like she was always a step ahead.

“Just wanted to say hi that's all” She twirls a strand of stray hair while speaking.

“Well, things have been okay at home, nothing much has changed. Your sister is entering an international competition this weekend for the ballet” Her mother says proudly, something she’s yet to hear directed at her.

Everything YN would try at and fail.

She excelled in.

She just hums in reply, not saying much as she continues.

“Oh that's great”

“It is, I wish you were more athletic as a kid, you always stayed in your room all day and not help at all around”

As a moment passes, her chest becomes stiff, and suddenly the glum feeling she was getting creeps over her shoulder.

She hangs up and lays in bed, Sherman on her side.

“Well I'm going to go now, I'm tired”

“Alright, good night”

He’s warm.

She just holds him and stares at the ceiling closing her eyes.

Her chest feels tight.

She’s twenty-nine for god sake, small stuff shouldn't have this much of an effect on her anymore considering how small the issues were.

But why was she still bothered?

To work with people, she needs to be people.

“You know about surfing slang?!” Oh, that might have been the wrong slang.

“Wait, you're telling me you would work out on the weekends?” Jermain exclaims, dropping whatever he was doing to give YN his full attention.

“Carrying boxes builds extra muscle, so I can't say no to a free workout session, brah,” YN says, trying to add some sports slang and expression.

Jermain reaches into his back pocket and starts digging. Man, do male pants have too much space in them because he has two mini notebooks and a pocket knife? Was this guy some type of criminal?

Finally, after digging in his ass for about two minutes, he pulls out his smartphone “My dad owns this entire land of this beach and there are these free surfing classes they have. To be honest I didn't know anyone in the office would be interested in this so I just…Anyways I’ll go tell the boss about this!”

The employees are somewhat bearable, YN finds ways to communicate with Jermain when Reigen gave her a list of things to say that relate to football with work.

This increases productivity by 0.09 percent, she can now get back to her weekend job.

She was actually enjoying work before her boss interrupted “YN to the office”

Another lecture was given, at least it was a positive one.

Or not.

“You should put on some makeup, I mean just saying the eye bags are growing and the company's image and stuff"

"Nothing as for now, there have been some improvements to the new workers, good job. Kelsey's positive vibe might be rubbing off on them"

YN hates the existence of Men.

“I mean I don't really have the time or money to do it. But I’ll keep that in mind” She won't "Anything else?"

Yeah, like Kelsey - oh yes Kelsey, her nails and hair are always perfect. Even when it was messy she looked straight out of a modeling magazine that sells shampoo for curly hair.

She wishes she could be like that.

Just this time maybe, YN will take this obviously rude advice.

While fixing the makeup she sat looking at the mirror.

More foundation to cover her eye bags.

More blush for her pale face.

It wasn't enough.

She probably needs more eyeliner there—no that looks bad.

But what if she—

She slams the makeup down, the eyeliner that she overdid just now - was running down her face.

A realization set in, well it's not really a realization if you knew about it before.

Why bother?

She thinks of what happened in high school.

YN covers the mirror again.

'Children coming back with strange injuries Tonkatsu Prefecture’ and 'Do not let your pet off of their leach, do so and it will be your last'

These are a couple of the many articles that have been becoming a sensation recently, where teens who had seemingly misbehaved and run into the forest — come out with either injury or come back a completely new person.

Most of the netizens just commented on how 'Nature scared the kids fr', later on, it came out that teenagers who engaged in activities like drinking would enter. One particular day a known group of four teenagers were venturing late at night but only three came out the next, none of them seemed to really remember their friend who drowned.

Well, no one she knows lives in that town anyway.

Seems like townsfolk mania, towns like that are often closed-minded and blame everything on some type of devil or teenager.

It was pretty common for pets to go missing and teens to cause havoc but not at the amount that was happening to that town in particular.

But it seems that there was a specific pattern for all of this, like the kidnapper or influencer.

Strange.

Her shoes are all soggy from the rain, she shouldn't have washed her shoes yesterday.

Ah, this is great.

She kneels to grab the shoes and holds them close to her. It must have felt tired of her, being washed feeling cleaner than to be dirtied again - YN emphasizes with this object, she might be crazy.

She just wants it to be gone.

She can feel all her bones coming back and they’re craving motion. It was like her life was stagnant, nothing changing, unmoving.

Nothing.

Thinking about when she was a kid, she wanted to be an astronomer discovering new planets and helping people.

That dream crashed and burnt the moment she realized she needed to be great at math, her mother explicitly saying she wouldn’t be paying for her college fees because astronomy was a pricey major.

Working a desk job at a company managing people shouldn’t be all that bad right?

She should be grateful for this.

Being almost thirty with just a business diploma.

She amounted to nothing.

Pity.

Closing her laptop she says goodbye to everyone, sliding to Kelsey’s desk before she leaves “Kels, want to grab dinner? I think I have enough money for the week to try that new western place”

“Oh dang, I would love to but..” YN knows this, she knows this “Your husband made dinner?”

“Yes! And the kids are starting school soon so I have to be home more, we can do it next time if you want to"

It's probably what she felt for her, she doesn't want that “No, no it's fine Kelsey. Uh, I’ll go but some ice cream then”

"I don't mind you know, I can just tell him to save some for me, you've got to be starving-"

Twenty-eight-

"It's fine" YN doesn't elaborate and walks.

Twenty-nine.

It's the same.

YN stops in her tracks, and she finds a wall to lean on.

Reminding herself that people were starving and dying and she was some basic girl in some type of midlife crisis, she needed to set her mind straight.

The train station, oh right.

Todays Thursday.

Her seminar, that's right.

Honestly, she’s too tired to care.

“Sorry I’m late, I completely forgot about today,” She says as she rushes through the door, Reigen seems to be arranging some documents on the table before he ruffles them out of the way.

Wiping his forehead he replies “No worries! Mobs actually also running late, has some type of thing with his friends today, and actually, let me text him to have the day off”

“Oh, then will we just do it?”

“I was about to cancel, but let's do it anyways pupil” He throws a plastic chair at YN, which misses and smacks her right in the face - it goes unnoticed by Reigen as he scrambles to the room.

Reigen comes back from the other room with his laptop and scratches his head looking a little stressed while holding his laptop “There might be a problem”

He walks back to his desk and sighs nervously “So you've been coming here quite often- which isn't bad, it's great because we finished the program but the problem is…..we finished the program”

“I see” They both sat there quietly for a moment before YN broke the silence by clapping her hands and gathering her things “I guess I should get going, on oh” She handed him an envelope “Can't forget your fees"

He accepts them but stops her as she makes her way out falling in the process from the water leaking from the air-conditioning that he forgot to put a bucket, YN puts out her arms to try to catch him but he plays it off by resting his head on his hand and posses?

They both just look at each other before YN swears she hears a whisp from her shoulder saying 'real smooth man'

"Do you remember what I told you last time we met?"

"Slap an employee if needed and take up sponsorships but make sure I have all the rights to the company?" She says with a monotone tone.

Reigen ignores her voice and twirls his hand "Yes but the other thing"

"Gossip and brunch?" YN replies puzzled, tilting her head to the side.

"Exactly!" His eyes sparkled "When I tell you I got gossip, I mean it"

"You think of me as lowly, I'm obviously gossiping about that other exorcist down the street. Even Mob says that there wasn't an ounce of spiritual energy and was scamming them"

Reigen ends up ordering some fries from down the street and they end up eating in the office from the lack of chairs.

"I hope this isn't about your customers" YN gapes at him crossing her arms while eating.

"Isn't that what you do-"

"Tut-tut friend, tut-tut. I solve the problems, not create more. This guy purposefully massaged my back in all the wrong areas, he was really going for my thigh. Apparently, the other ladies that went there had similar experiences"

"Reigen that might be a different type of problem, we might need to consult the police on this one"

"And your point is?"

He gasps, scandalized "You don't think he-"

"He just might, why do think people left the one-star review plus police report on the website review" Reigen mumbles something under his breath realizing some stuff.

"Well other than the strange massage, that I already anonymously exorcised" YN just stares at him "Well Mob did...But never mind that, I found out about a thing that might be my big hit"

"The one with missing cats," He says casually while he plays with his fries and tomato sauce drawing a penis.

YN's eyes widen "You can't be talking about the one at..."

"Tonkatsu prefecture"

YN almost spits out her drink "The manic town case with missing cats?"

"Wait mobs coming?" She says stunned, Reigen brushes her off and continues "Duh, as I was saying"

She quickly thinks about something "Doesn't your mom live nearby?"

"Yeah...I don't really talk to her anymore" He hesitates "She lives right outside of the border so she should be fine but that doesn't stop gossip from spreading across the small town. I'm leaving tomorrow actually, getting that cheap train fare and parent discount since Mob is coming-"

"No way his parents are okay with this"

"Surprisingly yes" YN contemplates calling CPS "And the lady who needs our service bought us an extra ticket on accident, so I was thinking...." Reigen draws more penises with the fry that has gone cold "If you wanted to tag along, just-saying-since-y'know-for-fun-and-stuff..."

YN smiles fondly and thinks Reigen is charming "I would.." She says then stops, her boss is making her do more things, what would he say about this? She could get fired and it all would be over.

She doesn't know what-

Reigen interrupts "You don't have to come if you don't want to, I just don't want to waste the ticket"

"I would..really, just that-"

"And how did you even come to that intuition?"

"Your work" He says placing his hand on his chin "I say to let your new employees handle themselves for one day, if they can't then they should get fired"

"I don't think how that works" If only it could be that easy "I would get fired"

"Not if you tell your boss that they should at least try to handle themselves for a day, he probably will agree since its part of the training manual"

"My gut obviously darling"

"My gut usually tells me I'm constipated but go on"

"You should see a doctor about it but don't you think it's pretty odd for a bunch of animals, especially cats disappearing, a list of missing people, and children cases"

"A doctor is too expensive, I rather explode. Even if you feel suspicious how are you even going to get past the border? They've got it on lockdown" She states nonchalantly.

"True but exploding doesn't sound fun, try Chinese medicine or something before it gets worse. That's right but you forgot one thing"

"I'll think about it and what thing?"

"I'm Reigen Arataka" He shoots up to his feet, then rummages through his first aid kit and hands her the medicine, which she gladly accepts.

YN grows fonder every second, every ounce of possible bullshit made her grow fonder. A feeling that she wants to repress, though she can't hide from how he glows "That sounds fun"

"And?" She questions doubtfully.

"You underestimate me"

"I think I overestimate you"

"Sure you do" He chides "But seriously I have a plan"

"So.." He twiddles his fingers on the side of his pants nervously, "Do you want to join us?" He asks again, even though it really isn't a question.

She blinks, genuinely taken aback by the request. So she sits a little straighter "I'll try"

She meant it, she really will.

YN somehow managed to convince her boss to give her some time off in the middle of June, thank god she has four December holidays stockpiled.

They all sit on the train, Mob sitting next to YN before he stares at her hands.

Confused, she asked him "Is there something wrong?"

Mob glanced at her, his face calm but curious "Could I..hold your hand?"

Odd request.

But she agreed, she did recently cut her nails (she did an amazing job at getting the edges to be perfect)

Mob looks at Reigen and then back at YN “Huh, I never sensed this before”

Reigen, not missing a beat snorts “Her beefy hands?”

YN just stars at him and nods her head back at Mob “I’ll take that as a compliment, I do lift boxes” she chuckles, damn her hands must be rough.

Mob holds her hands with a glimmer “Have you ever felt a connection to the ghost?”

“Not really no? Why do you ask?”

“It's just that" Mob grips hovers over her hand "I think feel a hint of psychic abilities within you”

“What?! No way, not even me- I mean” Reigen coughs in his sleeve “What does this mean?”

Spirits?

“Well, if Mrs.YN would allow me to awaken them, she could maybe see spirits”

What the hell?

Mob gently places his hands out for YN to grab, he whispers a little "strong rough hands" under his breath in amazement, YN has to control her giggles.

She dosent think for a minute before replying “Hell yeah”

“Heads up, you might be able to see the annoying green orb that gives me brain damage every week” Reigen says, Mob nods along.

“Green orb?”

“He means dimple, he’s not too bad once you know him.” He suddenly swats his ear "Shut the hell up, sheesh. Mob do your thing"

"Tell me if you feel anything" Mob says softly, YN nodded, the only thing she could focus now was his hands warming in her own— almost like his hands were a heat warmer.

The flowers grow in her eyes, and the feeling of Mob's gentle hands suddenly feel like there's a barrier between them.

Her pupils dilate a little when Mob lets go of the colors around her.

A hue of blue, she can actually see a blob of green in front of her whose picking its nose.

YN thinks she sees Mob scold the blob saying 'Dimple, don't pick your nose in front of people who can see you, it's rude'

Trying to play it cool, YN excuses herself to the toilet which earns a glance of concern from the two boys...and blob.

Once inside, she splashed cold water on her face, gripping the sink tightly.

She can actually…See them…

She walks back to her seat “You good?” Reigen questions.

She has never felt so elevated in my life.

Reigen could easily tell by the way her lips crinkled she was trying not to explode, she kept looking around the train to see if she could see more spirits (there were none other than dimple).

Dimple on the other hand was swirling around her head.

Mob even told Dimple to stop but YN said it was alright, taking in the wonder of the spirit.

Until she felt the urge to vomit.

The rest of the trip was spent in silence.

If only the silence could last.

"What the actual fuck do you mean the place is on lockdown and you conveniently decided to leave that part out" YN thinks she might pop a blood vessel.

Reigen huffs, turning to face the green blob "Dimple I told you this was meant to be a secret"

She turns to him unconvinced "How exactly do you have it covered dear 'Taka, do tell" Her voice filled with frustration at the sheer absurdity of the situation

Dimple just shrugs unapologetically "What do you expect? Would you rather have her freak out here or in front of the officers"

"Officers? Yup alright" YN mutters, her blood pressure sure to spike "Yup alright, keep calm YN. I just need to get another ticket and leave-"

"Relax I've got it all covered" Reigen interrupts smoothly.

"So I'm going to jail for trespassing, child endangerment, and forgery? I skip work once and this is what I get"

Unbothered by her frustration, he calmly reaches for his luggage from above them, his confidence not faltering for even a second as he takes out a thick file from the bag "I've got these"

YN blinks in disbelief for the second time today "Oh great a folder" YN deadpanned "The authorities will love that you organized their criminal activity the first one being trespassing with our names...God, they might charge us for child endangerment.."

"Please don't you think I've got it covered? I've got these documents" He smiles, then looks around sneakily and leans in to whisper "That I forged"

"I think you should have a little more faith in Shishou" Mobinterjected "If he messes up he'll promise to take the blame"

"Exactly Mob-"

"All the blame" Mob says suddenly intensely with purpose.

YN wonders if Mob was always intense.

Reigen sighs in defeat "Yes I'll take all the blame, happy now?"

"Not in the slightest" She dryly replies "But..... I trust you, so what's the plan?"

Reigen's smile was back, confidence oozing out of every pore "Just follow my lead"

She couldn't help but wonder how her mug shot would look.

Before YN could retort, an officer stepped in front of them "This area is strictly off limits"

YN sends off any dignity she has because right now, she is going to give it her all "No babe you can't be serious"

"Oh I'm serious alright, our son is going to meet his grandma whether you like it or not"

"Sorry officer just give us another minute" YN says sweetly before pulling Mob gently to her "That woman was a horrible wench who disowned me and threw out everything I loved"

"I-"

"They were my limited edition ninja turtle figurines, you would know this if you actually paid attention to me instead of sitting on your lazy ass all day"

"Your mother was not the best I know but-"

"Wasn't the best is an understatement for what she did, ah the woman who hated me so much for dating you and having this child" She turns to Mob and pats his head "No offense sweety, I love you so much"

"She didn't want you to date me because..."

"Because what Howard" YN pressed, she didn't know how long she could keep this charade up.

"I-I'm" Reigen looks away ashamed "I'm...lactose intolerant"

"You can't be.."

The guard looks bewildered and gasps in the background "I am...Your mother was worried that my inability to consume dairy would affect your cooking skills or you might just kill me with the amount of cheese you would cook and feed me"

"But I made you an extra cheesy and creamy pizza yesterday with extra cream"

"I take medicine for it" Dimple quickly blows a gust of wind to the officer's face to distract him which gives YN enough time to poke her eye releasing tears.

"Of cancer, the foot type and it's the last stage" YN cries harder, she poked her eye too hard.

"Honey...I didn't know.."

"I just... Loved you so much...As your mother did, she has been sending letters to you for years but since you just burned them she- I don't know had an intuition and found my office address and sent me a letter saying...she was dying"

"Oh ehm gee!"

From the corner of her hurt eye, she can see the officer sobbing with her "This is all so emotional, these documents seem somewhat feasible but don't bother about it right now j-j-just, one moment please" he runs to another officer to explain the sob story which ends up with them crying.

He hands YN flowers that seem like they've been freshly yet fiercely plucked from a bush of flowers "Please give these to her and enjoy your trip, if you guys need help or notice anything suspicious about the town don't feel worried to call us"

Dimple floats to YN "Damn I didn't know you were that good at acting"

She grins at him whipping her hair back "What can I say, I was a theater kid- Oh shit he's coming back"

The officer comes back a sniffling mess but hands YN and Reigen back the file "I just talked to my higher-ups and they gave you guys the green light" YN and Reigen thank the officer saying more things like 'YN's mother would be thankful' which leads to more sniffles.

A super buff security officer stops them in their tracks "I just checked with my superior and...."

Before they can let out a sigh of relief an officer yells from afar "Hold on there just a minute!"

They were totally going to get thrown in jail.

They all hold their breath.

"He says to escort you guys personally"

YN's legs almost give up from the panic "Thank you..."

Once they get escorted to a local shop and leave Reigen melts on the floor, YN feels like she just done drugs and Mob is just devoid of emotions still processing what happened.

The officer gives her a nod "No worries ma'am, it's just that with the news about the disappearance and aerated water factory it can be dangerous if you and your family wander too close"

"Factory?" YN piqued in interest.

"Yeah" The officer replies, tone casual but there was something uneasy in his eyes "It was a factory near this church orphanage that produced aerated water in large quantities but got shut down after a while, but the factory was never destroyed, so it was just left to be abandoned. It doesn't stop punks from entering and getting themselves into trouble though"

YN nods "If I could ask, what type of accident?"

"It's alright" The officer replies even though his voice tightens, Reigen and Mob listening intently "Some kids were getting brave for their own good —one of them jumped into the pool of aerated water. The kid died on the scene even after resuscitation because rescuers had to fish him out from below"

"Was it that deep?"

The officer shook his head, eyes darkening "That's the thing ma'am, the kid was a national swimmer"

"Then why couldn't he swim up?" YN couldn't hold her curiosity, even though she was getting uneasy by the second.

The officer turns his gaze to her as they reach their stop "That's the thing about aerated water— you don't float. You sink"

Reigen instinctively starts to talk to Mob, talking louder to drown out the silence from the conversation.

Reigen heaves out a shaky breath "See I told you...I'm Reigen Arataka"

She looks at him panting "You...Definitely are"

“Are you the exorcist?” She asks peering through the tiny crack of the door cautiously.

YN grabs her stuff out of the taxi "Our old church..."

"A little shocked right? I feel you" He lugs his bag and knocks on the door, it takes a while for the person to open the door, probably peeping through the peephole to check before opening the door to reveal the nun.

She shakes off the feeling when the two are out of sight and quickly follows behind.

“Yes indeed we are" He replies smoothly "This is one of my old friends she’ll tag along if that's fine”

“Yes it is no bother, the pastor always said the more the merrier”

“Alright, so what's the problem?” She escorts Reigen around, YN can't help but let her hand run through one of the chairs that she used to sit in. The memories of being young and somewhat free make her heart thump a little.

“Ah, by the way, don't tell the pastor that…” She looks down and mutters something, Reigen tries to ask her to speak up but she’s muttering even softer.

“I once tried telling the others about the oddness of it all, but they just called me deluded” Well maybe this lady was a little in YN’s mind.

So he bends down to her to hear her better, she seems alright with this “Don't let the pastor know you’re an exorcist please, calling an exorcist at a church is considered an omen of the devil”

“Oh, Uh, can do ma’am. You hear that Mob”

Mob nods, his eyes shifting left and right “Yeah, I can"

Reigen looked around to see if anyone was within earshot before speaking "You mentioned in the call, that the children here have always been tired but now more than before, right?"

After all the random getting sick and stuff could be from a bunch of things that aren't spirits “Follow me to the back please, I told the others that I’ll make the dinner today so we could have some alone time”

“If you wanted alone time we could go to a coffee shop nearby,” Reigen says when they enter the kitchen.

“Actually most workers of the church are not to go outside unless for groceries and such”

“I see, anyways continue”

“The children in the church have been getting sick every month and we can't seem to see the problem, I tried to make them veggies for an entire month and disinfected the whole area as much as I could but…”

Sister Sana nodded, her features scrunching up from the memories "Yes, it usually fluctuates from time to time after the pastor prays for them but..." Her voice softened, and a small sniffle could be heard "..We almost lost one of the kids the other day"

Mob's eyes twitch ever so slightly, a flicker of anger and concern washing over his features.

YN thinks that the lady might be a little unhinged but Reigen is writing everything intently in his notebook, she peaks at it.

Reigen catches his expression "Are they fine now?"

"Just barely..." She takes a deep breath to compose herself, then sighs shamefully “They keep getting ill.....Well they always have been ill in a way..but now it takes a week for them to be in tip-top shape”

“If that's the case why won't the church close for the orphanage? Seems unsafe”

“We can't possibly do that, well the children do get better after a couple of days moreover some people of the town rely on the priest for healing - but it's what happens in between” She shudders “They go through so much pain in the time between, it's horrible but we get reporters and donations after, then they get better. It's strange, and I always hear creaks upstairs and the whisper of something oh it's horrible"

YN grabs the boy's shoulders gently to stop him. “Oi Mob, why are you spinning?”

It's just a fat question, does this man know what's going on?

Reigen catches her glances and shuts his notebook “Mob do you sense anything?”

“Not really Shishou, but we should look around because I feel something..” Mob trails off turning in a full circle.

YN doesn't get what he means but she can already tell that it's going to be a hard job

“It's just" He stares out the window "I feel something everywhere and nowhere…I always feel like this with spirits but it's stronger but also not?” He paused, clearly struggling to put his thoughts together “I’ve been feeling this way since last week so I can't really tell the difference” Reigen nods at this looking around more.

“Odd” Mob does a final spin before speaking again "I can feel it everywhere but nowhere...It's all around me but at the same time...not?"

Upon arrival, YN didn't sense anything creepy about this place, only the lingering feeling of something that she shrugged off.

But now she’s certain, that something felt off with the building.

“Reigen…” she said worryingly "Can't Mob do his magic and get the spirit out of here like he did before?”

“Exorcise” He corrects then proceeds to walk forward “But no he can't, he needs to get really close and the spirit will know if something's up. It's already sketchy that we're here, to begin with”

Dimple pops behind YN, she feels the urge to smack the blob of gas if not for the fact he was made out of gas "It was my pride and joy"

“How do you know that?”

“Well, there was this cult near Mob’s place called ‘LOL’ or something, but Mob couldn't really exorcize it until he got close to it. And now we’re in a church so there's a bunch of other spirits so it's hard to tell which is which”

"He made some guy spit in my face," Mob says nonchalantly.

"What the hell Dimple"

"Hey-hey don't look at me like that, it was a…."

"But was the spitting necessary?"

Dimple just opted to fly closer to Mob instead of her, which was better anyway since his aura kind of tickled against her neck “Back on the topic on hand, I’m just going to assume that the spirit is as I hate to say this but” Reigen tries his best to muster out his next words “The spirit is as smart as Dimple”

“You prick! Did it really hurt your pride to call me smart” Dimple shouts, face scrunching up.

Reigen shrugs “Whatever we’re dealing with is definitely sentient and knows what it's doing”

YN feels a little out of place in the panning tao she does the next best thing, not helping "I guess I'll finish last week's sodoku in the-"

“And to think this guy started off by scamming people, he sure knows his spirits now”

Reigen turns to Dimple seriously “Shut up, we need to think logically”

“Maybe if we survey the place for long enough we can catch it” Dimple says.

“Exactly, and once we do… Grab it, Mob what do you think?”

Mob shakes his head in agreement “Shishou is right, we need to be sure of it also in case we cause too much trouble”

"Yes but that's exactly why you and Dimple will be talking to the priest, you can definitely pull it off"

Reigen grape her shoulder pulling her back "Oh no you are helping"

YN groans "With what? don't you think that it'll be suspicious if were all huddled up together"

"Reigen I am not flirting with the priest"

"The one with the hot priest, Anthony Scott?"

"First of all why would your mind go there, secondly I think you're the best and also I don't want to do it"

YN groans but just nods because she doesn't know how to play sodoku, Reigen senses that she isn't too convinced so he adds "Fine, and also I've been watching a bunch Fleabag"

"Yes obviously him" Reigen says with so much offense and sass "Who else could play him he's- I'm getting distracted, let's go Mob"

Dimple scoffs and turns to YN "You watch shows with a hot priest and you're at church? I can see why you're interested in coming here instead of being home" YN sighs and smiles at the thought of Reigen finding the priest hot before mentally preparing herself.

The room has a yellow brooding hue with a hint of purple dusting the air if that was possible.

Probably.

She sneaks up behind him before coughing very nasally into her arm to get his attention “I am…Interested in donating”

“Oh, why thank you, bless your heart” He smiles brightly ushering YN inside, and then sits down on the long chairs “Since you're new, do you have any questions?”

“Well technically speaking, I'm not new. I used to go here when I was younger”

“I never forget a face, what is your name?”

“YN, YN LN”

The pastor takes a moment to think then does a mini hop like a rabbit “Oh my have you grown, just look at you” He takes a closer look at her “You used to come here with three other friends did you not? You were all so adorable, other than your children playing tic tac toe with the handouts”

She laughs remembering some of it “Yeah, it was the good times. Speaking honestly, I was hesitant about coming back here” She doesn't know why she feels so open all of a sudden, this could be because finds comfort in talking about a time she was happy.

A small silence settles in, the pastor sighs “We can only hope for the best decisions” YN looks at the pastor to see what he means by that but she decides to stay silent when his face shows one of remorse, thinking to himself with deep grief - she regrets bringing the subject up.

“Really?”

“Well recently, there have been many missing cases, and it's not advised to cross the state, especially when there is a lookout team at the moment. I don't know how we managed to come here without trouble”

He stiffens at the mention of it while gripping tightly on his arm which looks like to is injured and is covered by a gold silklike cloth “Why yes… I’ve heard of those”

A laugh interrupts the silence, it feels like the gloomy room is lit up without light.

“The children must be having fun”

“They seem to be, yes. They’re always running around causing a ruckus around here but in a way, I envy it”

“Envy?”

“I don't have a leg yet I’m faster than you, pick up the pace squirt”

“The joy in a sense do you not YN?” He turns the question back to her “-That was out of line for me”

Her answer is an immediate “Yes”

They both smile, knowingly.

“H-Hana, m-my stamin-a can't keep up with your whee-cha-chair”

YN bids goodbye to the pastor who just gives a fond smile as she rushes out to see what's going on outside.

What she saw was none other than a crime scene, a girl in a wheelchair laughing like a Disney villain and poor Mob on the floor hyperventilating.

YN quickly asks him if he needs an inhaler which he replies “I’m super weak an old lady even beat me in running”

To which the girl in the wheel-chair, howled with laughter clutching her stomach.

Once Mob calmed down Hana (wheel-chair girl) passed him a bottle of water “I still can't believe an old lady beat you, you're so freaking funny”

Mob turns to YN for help for a reply and she just shrugs “She….was really fast…”

It was so contagious that YN let herself laugh a little until the girl fell out of her wheelchair, Mob ran to her assistance which she accepted wobbly from laughter.

“Sure sure bowl-cut boy and I was speeding my way to victory. Maybe you're the grandma”

“I am clearly a boy”

“No but- I’m going to die” The girl indeed looked like she was going to die from how red her face was getting, she kept laughing.

The laughter was cut sharp when Hana spoke "So now that I've proven how much better I am compared to this chump, can I help you defeat the demon that you're here to exorcise"

YN wouldn't be shocked if she was, wait maybe she might be one.

YN feels a light thump on her chest, looking around for anybody overhearing them "Whaaaaaaa? Us exorcist? At a church? Mob will you get a look at this fool?"

Mob nods his head rapidly but also shakes it, agreeing and also disagreeing to not be rude to both of them "Not a fool but I agree, I agree"

Hana sighs and points at YN "Sure, now why are you here sneaking around the blond dude who is definitely not your husband after you said to the receptionist you guys were?"

"Well because we c-"

She shushes YN up with her hand "Sure lady, I'm sure during the lockdown where cats and some adults go missing is a good sign to come here to visit your fake mother"

YN and Mob just stare and gulp "You caught us, are my acting skills that bad?"

She looks at Hana who rubs her head in shock "Not gonna lie, I just guessed this so it's glad to know I have great intuition. I must be a psychic or something"

Before YN could say more she noticed Reigen discretely not so discreetly waving his hand to signal them to him.

"But why not?" YN cant slap a child but might be able to explode one with her brain. Hana kept being persistent with YN running out of excuses to come up with when suddenly, shockingly Mob spoke up.

"As much as I love this little thing that's happening-"

Hana stops YN from talking again, this reminds her of her office but she doesn't feel like slapping anybody "I know you guys are going to defeat the cool demon, can I come?"

"First no we are not going to the demon and secondly even if we were no way we're bringing you" YN says slightly sternly as she would be with Sherman.

“No, you can't help” Mob says with the voice she uses when she scolds the interns.

“What? Why not Shigeo” She crosses her arm across her chest.

“It's going to be dangerous”

“Oh I see what you're doing here”

“What am I doing? I'm standing still-”

“You think I can't do it because I don't have a leg! You're an ableist, I knew it”

“What? W-WHO”

YN walks over to Reigen who has gotten tired from looking like a creep behind the tree, tilting her head to whisper to him “Do you think we should step in?”

Do all children know how to gaslight?

Angel's wings appear on his head before she sees devil horns “Nah not yet, I wanna see what happens” They both grin watching Mob stumble over his words, Dimple eats some popcorn he found in the trash and watches from the distance.

“I am not an ableist, i-i just think you-”

She shoots him a peace sign, pulling on her eye “Just kidding”

Mob feels his psychic level go up, he has never felt so….. many emotions "If you let me finish…” he inhales “I don't want you to get seriously hurt if anything happened”

"So let me come along, I clearly beat you in a race so I can hold my ground. Are you calling me weak?"

"That's not what I meant"

"What did you mean then?"

Reigen claps his hands together finally deciding to cut in before his student destroys the whole church by exploding. When Mob struggles again YN interviens "What he's trying to say, Hana, this is a super top-secret mission"

"That makes me want to join more" She whines back.

"Which is another reason why you can't come along" This time puts a firmer face "Please?"

Hana and him have a staring competition which ends with Mob in tears.

Mob rubs his eye before his face goes back to normal

“You really care about this mission going well not to include me?”

“I think I do care if you get hurt, well anyone. I want to make sure we can race again and I'll beat you in a race”

Hana stops talking, Mob didn't know it was possible “Don't go saying stuff like that…!” She throws a water bottle from the side of the wheelchair with her red face and rolls away so fast Mob couldn't see if she turned left or right.

"Okay.....Well Reigen" YN says folding her arms "Would you like to enlighten us on what we're supposed to do"

Reigen just snickers "Ah Mob I always knew you had a thing with that Teru kid but I didn't know you were a ladies' man"

Mob looks at Reigen like he wants to both go into a shell and strangle Reigen for saying anything.

"Oh right, okay listen up team. While you guys were slaking off" Mob looks at Reigen again who coughs "I might have found something. Remember the nun that hired us?"

"What about her?"

"She started making grammatical mistakes but not the normal kind" He says lowering his voice like he was revealing a grand conspiracy.

"Uh-huh" YN replies unimpressed "And how does this help?"

"Just wait!" Reigen says holding up a finger "I was walking around and got hungry so I ate my jelly—"

"Of course you were" YN muttered.

Reigen quickly grabs her arm to stop her from walking away "Listen there's more! Her eyes. There was definitely something in them"

"—And I saw her walking around. I was about to ask her something before she just stopped walking"

"What a weirdo" Dimple says, YN swats him "Shh"

"Anyways she just looked at my hand and walked away even after I called after her. I might have pissed her off"

"Oh gosh what did you do"

"I might have touched her shoulder that was sticky with jelly juice?"

YN groans "Great, so we have a nun that's pissed at you because you touched her shoulder with sticky jelly juice. Let's just go apologize and get this over with"

Mob nods understanding what's going to happen calmly.

"Like conjunctivitis?" YN replies, confused about the relevance.

"Like something swimming in them, she apologized later but something's definitely up"

YN lets out a sigh "So what's the plan?"

"I'm working on it" He replies, clearly winging it.

Back in the mini cabin near the church Sister Sana rented out for them, YN took a step outside to take a breather.

After all, she was going to talk to her tommorow.

She hears someone open the balcony door and sit next to her “You okay?” It's Reigen.

“Why wouldn't I be”

“You're staring at a dead lizard”

“Well go ahead and ask”

“That I am..” She watches a group of red ants slowly but uniformly make their way to the dead lizard .”What else can I do to mentally prepare myself to talk with a maybe possessed nun?"

“I'm not the best at comfort but-”

“It's nothing, I mean now that I say nothing it has to be something” YN looks at Reigen like he’s about to walk away the moment she speaks when he won't, Reigen just grabs a bag of chips and opens it for both of them to share “We got all night”

“I don't want to keep you up though”

“You won't, I forget it's not good to smoke before sleeping plus” A soft gust of wind blows in the air, it smells like trash but they don't move “Mob’s sleeping and coping somehow…I wanted to kill time quietly” He wiggles his leg over the balcony “Any hot gossip?”

“Like I have drama in my life” She scoffs “You know what. Talk about yourself, the exorcism thing I saw that day, was the only ‘dramatic’ thing that happened in my life”

"Okay let me think" She looks at Reigen for a moment "I never came around to ask but do you have hearing aids now?"

"Oh you noticed" He says playing with his hearing aid on his left ear "I've had it for over a year"

"What happened?"

"Some explosion, I'm lucky I'm only deaf in my left ear. Somehow my right side is completely fine"

"Thats good- Wait a minute, explosion? Are you referring to the terrorist attack with the whole broccoli?"

"Uhm hehe" He coughs into his hands "Okay next question"

Choke.

YN stares him down before giving up “How did you and Mob meet?”

He thinks for a moment, and smiles fondly “Well I and Mob have been together for a long time, we met when I was about to close the shop. Sometimes I think he’s an angel like I believe in. But in a way, he’s made me a better person”

“Really? Well you have always been a good person, to me at least”

Look.

Swallow.

Realize that was gross.

That was what Reigen did in that specific order.

YN quickly hands him water, he wipes his mouth looking away before saying anything more because he could implode at any moment “You…I haven't been the best, trust me. He could turn an angel into a better person"

YN suddenly feels her heart relax after a couple of minutes of silence.

“Yes YN, one hundred times seriously”

“This has to be my favorite way to spend my yearly break” Thinking about it more, it seems a little depressing she adds “Usually I just wallow in my bed or work part-time jobs”

“That sounds hard”

“Eh, it pays bills”

“Don't you have friends”

“Of course I do” Reigen says confidently while sweating.

“Well, do you?”

“Well…If you ever feel- I don't know, feel bored? I don't know, I'm bored. You can visit us and watch Mob do his psychic stuff”

YN looks at him, Reigen sees something in YN's eye, and it's definitely not conjuntivities “Are you serious?”

He sees stars and answers her “Serious for reals”

“Serious serious?” Her heartbeat quickens, is he doing it out of pity?

“No seriously I don't want to—” She doesn't actually care because Mob is cool but is so unsure.

Reigen shoves her to the side gently with his elbow “Tagging along doesn't really distract Mob, to be honest. He likes showing off a little, little rascal and keeps getting more confident by the day. With you around, he could even get better and learn new tricks”

“You think so?”

“You question my judgment a lot”

“I mean…” YN laughs, she misses him. His hair looks like it never aged, she can’t stop smiling so she turns away to look at something else “Nevermind, thank you. I’m happy to be with you again”

Mob’s silent snores can be heard from the room, it must be getting cold in there considering they left the balcony door open. Reigen suddenly seems to change in demeanor, “YN, can I be frank”

Well, that was sudden “Uhmm, sure?”

“Why did…” He wanted to say it, yell it “You did not change your clothes? You've been in those disgusting things the whole day, you might wake Mob up from the smell”

She was already making her way to the shower room.

YN faltered backward on her palms face changing from nervous, to shyly pissed.

“W-what? I already took a shower asshole, there's a drain below us. When did you get so rude,”

Reigen raises his hands to the side “Well, sorry if I can't stand to smell your stench” YN will have to hold her punch for another day.

“I…am going to sleep, you should take a shower….you’re shoulder kinda smells like rotten milk”

“What?!”

Reigen sniffed himself, he does kinda smell like it.

He has a faint smile on his lips as he replays the conversation that they just had, which for some reason kept him in a dream-like trance as he stares of into the distance.

The next day YN wants to chicken out when she reaches the hall but Reigen just shoves her in and leaves with a thumbs up.

Talk about an asshole.

She slowly enters the main hall, nervous, and notices someone arguing "Lead...you'll...fine"

Something falls and suddenly Sister Sana appears, her face looking paler and paler.

Like a rotting corpse.

"Uh, Sister Sana are you feeling well?"

She just stands at the doorway, her hands twitching.

Sister Sana kept stepping back until YN stopped her holding her shoulders to stop her, that might have been a bad idea because her hands tingled, and feels a shiver up her spine like something was crawling up her back.

"No fine, you want to come in?"

"Yeah no worries I'll help if needed" Before she actually goes in she steps forward reluctantly making YN take a step back.

YN signals to Reigen and Mob.

Mob emerges and yanks YN's body away.

She stumbles before finding her footing and rushing over to Reigen "What the plan?!"

YN blinks trying to keep up "An opening for what?"

Reigen, who was hiding behind a chair, yanks YN down before she could get hit with any of the ruble that were being thrown around by Mob "Funny thing, I don't" He looks over to the side before YN could lecture him "We could play conga with her"

"I swear to God if you're making a joke right now" YN is so close to strangling him.

"Wait, shut up and listen!" He cuts her off frantically "She’s not moving much, just standing in one spot. That gives us an opening"

He points to the ropes that hang on the sides of the curtains "You grab the left and I'll grab the right and on my mark throw it to me ’ll soak it in the holy water I—acquired—from a very reliable source, and then we’ll give her a good old-fashioned holy Molotov with wet ropes"

YN stares, torn between bewilderment and the urge to smack him.

She nods her head and makes it toward the other side of the room.

He could have exploded her arm, inflate it a little, Mob thinks - but he couldn't go with the plan, throughout this whole fight he’s just trying to leave as little damage to the church and try not to hurt her and the building too much.

“YN?!” Reigen shouts from the other end when Mob takes a longer time to get up.

“I’m working on it, give me a minute shit” Her hands still knotting the ropes, and sister Sana slams her hand on Mob who gets up and deflects it.

YN throws Reigen the rope she’s tied from the curtains, all that scout training was useful in the end.

Once that was done she ran and called for Reigen “Catch!” She throws the ball through her chest at him, he grabs it. Mob, who is still blocking the majority of the attacks is faltering “Mob jump!” He jumps and YN and Reigen run through her with the rope making her fall.

She's knocked out.

so much for leaving as little damage.

"Mob! Reigen are you" His hands are scratched when he gets up "Yup I'm fine, ouch" YN grabs him and runs to hide behind a box "Are you okay?"

"I'm...I think I should be fine- Shit you're bleeding" He has to hold her a little "Am I? Ow...Where's Mob? ow" She says moving her head to look for him but the more she moves the more the headache builds.

As if on cue Mob emerges from the ruble and Reigen grabs YN carefully in case he jostles her too much "Shit he might lose control, YN I-"

"Don't get mad"

"Mad why would I-"

YN whips out holy salt that was acquired from one of Reigens notorious rivals.

He would throw a tantrum if not for the situation, he thinks for a moment thinking of a solution before speaking "There are kids in the other building, you need to move them out of here to the playground or something in case it collapses" He quickly instructs her.

She nods immediately and hands the salt to him "Goodluck"

When she said she wanted excitement, she did not mean trying to save kids from an almost collapsing church.

The kitchen with all of the children was the opposite of what she expected considering the ruble and stuff, they seemed to be enjoying it.

That was before a large chunk of the ceiling almost squashed a kid.

"Children I've come to rescue you so if you all could just not-"

"The end of the world is here, the priest did always say God hated orphans, we're all orphans!" The girl who almost got squashed yells out, what do they teach orphans?

"...Scream, single file I need at least twenty of your short heads to go. Now!"

YN grabs the little kids and alerts the other nuns and workers in the building to grab the infants.

"Nineteen...Who else is" She looks around the room to hear the lack of a nagging voice "Oh God, Hana?! Is Hana here?" Everyone looks around in a blurred motion, all too shaken up.

YN quickly rushes back inside the building.

"Hana?! Hana-" YN hears a faint voice, and she runs towards it.

"Why are you even here?" YN says frustrated as she carries her out of the building, the ground shakes again.

She shouts again, it's like playing marco polo before YN sees her wheelchair tipped sideways on the floor with scratches on her arm "Are you okay?"

Hana looks up giving her a hopeful look before quickly switching her personality "My entire arm hurts but I found out about the super evil sister nun that I didn't know about, talk about a plot twist with no build-up"

She takes that as a yes.

"Well, I sort of didn't listen to Mob and spied around a little and found out some stuff" YN is too worried to get mad before she remembers "Jelly?"

She sets Hana down and looks back to the scene where everything is happening.

The aura thickens for a moment and a burst of light shines through that no one can seem to see.

YN quickly rushes back to the building to only see Reigen beside Mob asking if he's okay and a tied-up nun with salt in her hair.

She thinks she heard Reigen cuss out a small "Damn that bastard makes some good holy salt"

Reigen and Mob notice her and wave her down.

'Damn It, I missed all the good fighting stuff"

YN rushes towards them kneeling to check on Mob, he seemed alright and she ruffled his hair with a relieved smile.

Then she checks on Reigen whose face is scratched up, she punches him lightly "How the hell are we going to explain to the authority that we visited my 'mom' and accidentally destroyed a building?"

"The authorities?" Reigen echoed, wincing as he touched one of the scratches on his face.

"That little stunt caused a mini earthquake, did you guys know that Hana somehow helped us indirectly?" She replies half amused and half annoyed.

"Uhm no? Maybe this spirit hates it, but it's pretty odd for a spirit to reveal itself as she did. It looked like she was so repulsed by it, which is weird considering she kills cats - she's pretty stupid"

"Huh?" Sweet Mob asks "I told her not to help"

"Well she did, apparently our little spirit here hates jelly- Hey dimple, do you hate jelly?"

Mob tugs on YN's shirt gently "I can fix the building" Before she could reply, the building was repairing itself.

YN would faint if not for the fact they still needed to deal with Sister Sana being tied up on the floor.

"But you have the wr-"

Speaking of the 'devil' she stirs awake seemingly unaware of what happened "W-why am, please its all a misunderstanding"

Reigen glooms over her "Sure it is lady, you called us and got us looking but you didn't think we would find you, HAH"

Reigen stepped forward, trying to remain nonchallant to explain the situation to the priest who was still confused "It's not, well it kind of is but you need to be-"

The priest rushes in a panic "Are you guys alright?! I just saw the children outside, I was just visiting neighbors before I felt the earthquake hit- Why is sister Sana tied up in a ring of salt, please tell me this isn't a ritualistic-"

There is a very pregnant silence between everyone, thank God the building was fixed before he rushed in.

Sister Sana struggles with her bounds, her face losing color and her face looking fainter as the second goes on.

The priest notices and rushes to aid, face filled with only urgency.

She shakes her head and looks over to YN "Please you've got it all wrong"

The three of them—YN, Reigen, and Mob—could only stand there, frozen in their awkwardness. YN couldn't help but think, Why isn't he throwing her to jail or something? Or at least tell the police about it, but maybe since they're in a church he's being forgiving.

He takes a deep sigh, Sana continues to struggle "I forgive you, Sana"

"What? N-no, you-"

He kneels down to her level "I said I forgive you, sister, in these trying times I feel like we could resort to anything" Sana struggles on her bounds but stops when the priest holds her hands remorsefully while looking down "Relax, you don't have to worry anymore" She falls limp in his arms "I'll protect you"

But for real, this woman has probably killed so many cats and people.

Then again, if he forgives her, it's whatever.

The three of them can only stand awkwardly watching the ordeal.

"There is no place for an exorcist in this place but...On this very special occasion, I guess I could let it slide, just this once. I heard you helped with the orphans YN and Reigen, thank you"

"It's no problem" Reigen replied quickly forcing a smile.

The priest ponders for a second "I must say, I'm surprised the building looks almost brand new considering the children said the building was falling and Hana's scratches" He side-eyes them, clearly skeptical.

Mob nods furiously at this.

They all laugh nervously at this, YN cleared her throat "About that, there was an earthquake that caused-"

"A huge one!" Reigen interrupts, a little too loud.

The priest nods and looks at sister Sana's limp body on his lap before he scratches his arm once more before appearing calmer.

He winks at them "Don't worry I'll keep your secret" He gently picks up sister Sana "I think I'll take it from here, just make sure the children are okay before sneaking out, alert an ambulance if you can"

YN doesn't fail to notice the increased red blotches on the priest's robe, seemingly getting bigger "Are you okay though Pastor?"

The priest's expression twisted for a fleeting moment into something like fear before he quickly shook his head, smiling again "Must have been from the earthquake, the stitches must have opened up again" He takes a breath "I'll handle the authorities, in the meantime, I think you children should skadalde out of here - I'm sure the police won't do well when they hear someone didn't go visit their grandmother's place"

"How did you-"

"A friendly cop was sobbing holding a bush knocking on everyone's door because 'a blond man and his partner are visiting someone who has cancer' so I'm guessing my wild guess is correct?"

YN gapes at this, the sides of her mouth twitching "Spot on.."

They nod without making a fuss, Reigen sends a bird to call the paramedics to the room to alert them before leaving.

As they make an exit to the back door YN feels something creep up on the back of her neck, she rubs it to check before shrilling silently.

Reigen turned towards her trying to shush her before he shrilled with her, only he wasn't as quiet as her.

"Oh my god Mob do something, it so ew, ew ew ew ew!"

She frantically slaps her neck, feeling it crawling "Get it off! Get it off!"

Mob calmly removes the centipede, gently plucking it from her neck, as it floats the dread in YN's face only grows "Is that a—?"

"Gross it's a centipede," Dimple says with a disgusted expression before slurping the offending creature "There, problem solved"

Mob looks at Dimple with horror "Dimple, that's disgusting"

YN looked like she was about to faint while Reigen was leaning on a tree to try not to.

While the adults who seemed to be on the verge of a full mental breakdown over a bug, Mob and Dimple navigate the two to a secluded area to pull themselves together before slipping past security to the nearest train station.

"Close, but it's to always collect your deposit!"

Reigen heaves a breath and looks at Mob "So Mobbu, what have you learned from today's job?"

Mob thought for a moment, expression serious "Not to trust nuns"

The ride home is surprisingly relaxing after everything that went down.

Well, it's mostly because everyone was tired.

YN looks out the train's window to enjoy the view while she can, there's only so many things you can look at in a city “I can't believe I used my weekend for this, I'm going to be so behind at work”

“You sure have a lot to be worrying about on a weekend” Reigen says opening his onigiri he got at FamilyMart.

“Yeah, it sucks balls” She agrees but then shakes her head “But actually scratch that, I don't think I would have a better use of it”

“I mean what would you do, if not for work?”

“I don't know, maybe catch up on a show and write-” Oh she let that slip out.

He wishes he could have said goodbye to Hana, YN reassured him that she was fine with minor scratches.

“You write?"

“Well not really, it's just something I do in my free time”

“Oh well, I hope it goes well. I tried writing a book once" He swats his hand raising his brows "Did not go well”

“He made mob write the whole thing”

“Dimple!”

“You what?”

“Well….it was uhm…you see….”

“Mrs.YN it was kinda fun actually so I didn't mind all that much” Mob defends.

“You trying to make him your slave? Mob if this bad man hurts you, I won’t hesitate-”

“I am not abusing my power! I even give the kid extra pork slices-”

“Sure you do”

Mob just leans on YN’s shoulder blushing as Reigen and her argue, Dimple seemingly also feeling tired rested on Mob's lap.

Mob also notices that YN tends to move more when she smiles similarly to Reigen when he gets money from customers, is she happy now?

He hopes she can be happy.

YN smiles and rests her hands on her chin, the scenery outside is nice.

She should do this more often.

They all reach home, Mob agrees to do another job which in return for a raise and a week off work.

“Weird that we both beat up a nun?” He jokes.

They somehow ended up talking about their moms when Reigen made a 'Your Mom' joke “Yeah, I don't live with her anymore. What about your mom?” YN says.

“Pretty much the same, don't talk to her much these days”

“We have that in common, it's weird”

“Weird that I can speak to you again” YN says seriously.

Reigen is a little shocked about this but relaxes “Yeah, I guess”

“Come along with me then” YN feels like he's trapped even though he isn't holding her.

Reigen looks at his watch, it's only 4:30 in the afternoon so he grows some balls and asks “Are you bored?”

YN checks her phone, she left Sherman with her boss at the library and is only supposed to pick him up in late evening “Yeah I guess, I have another day off"

She steps forward, Mob is buying a snack with Dimple.

"What? Come where?"

"Anywhere" He hovered her hand as if he was asking for permission - YN wasn't sure if he pitied her, but right now.

This was Reigen, asking for her hand.

Someone wants her company.

She grabs him back, gripping him tighter.

Her heart burns.

It hasn't burnt in a long time.

"Anywhere.." with you "sounds nice"

She lets them go after, but the smiles never leave their faces that day.

Consumption 0%

a/n THANK YOU FOR READING,,, this is actually part of my fanfic that i have been working on for ages and also im trying to feed the Reigen 2024 drought that the fandom is experiencing.

#reigen x reader #reigen arataka #mob psycho 100 #dimple #shigeo kageyama #mp100 reigen #reigen arataka x reader #reigen/reader

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15 naegami >:3333

15. "Stay with me?"

Makoto takes the blame for what's been done with the 77th class. Byakuya is not very happy about this.

“Look, I know it sounds bad-”

“It “sounds bad,” Naegi?” Byakuya growls, glaring furiously at his friend. “It sounds bad? You are being tried for treason, and alone! Tell me that there is anything salvageable in this?”

He can see Makoto just barely shudder in the gloom- it’s night, and they’re in one of the cottages with no lighting to speak of, other than the rising moon and the determined glint in Makoto’s eyes.

Makoto takes a breath, then calmly responds, in a tone Byakuya has heard him recite a hundred times; “It was all my idea, Togami. It’s only fair that I take the responsibility for this.”

“Fairness?” He scoffs, parting from his place against the door to step towards Makoto, who has stood stiffly in the middle of the room since Byakuya dragged him here. “Do you really think they care for fairness? Do you think fairness matters out here?”

Makoto drags his gaze down, a twinge of nervousness sparking. It’s a terrible look on him, but Byakuya must keep in mind that it’s better that he doubts what he’s done every once in a while. “You can’t keep on like this, Naegi.” He berrates, “you can only skate by on the goodwill of your name alone for so long. Our time is up, and it’s cruel-”

“It’s not cruel.” Makoto shoots up immediately, clearly taking offense. “I-I’m sorry, I get it, but I dragged you guys into this. It’s my problem, you guys don’t deserve to get punished for doing what I said.”

“You say that as though we’re mindless drones.” He takes a few steps closer, sealing the distance between them so that he can tower over the shorter man. “We have helped you because you know better than to thoughtlessly massacre your enemies. We chose to help because it’s the right choice. We did this because we wanted to, and it’s only right that Kirigiri and I would stand alongside you as equals.”

Makoto grimaces, staying quiet for a few long moments as he seems to contemplate his statement. Of course, it is to refute him.

“I know.” He sighs suddenly, continuing to hold himself in a tense position. There’s some conflict in his eyes before he dons a softer look. A ray of moonlight peers in from the open window, just in time to catch Makoto’s hazel eyes, staring up at him. “But I can’t let anyone else get hurt. Whatever they do, at least it’ll only be done to one of us. It’s not so bad, then.”

“It’s worse because it’s happening to you.” He grits his teeth, but can feel his frustration melt under that look. A little part of Byakuya hates Makoto, for how he acts and thinks; his self-sacrificing. “I see you die enough for all those people you speak to.” He grabs Makoto’s wrist, keeping his grip loose despite his own wants. “Don’t let the Foundation take you again.”

Makoto keeps his kind yet solemn expression, as if he’d already resolved to do this long before anyone thought they would be caught. Which he most certainly has, behind their backs. Resigning himself to suffer alone, again.

“I can’t back out of this, Togami.” He shakes his head, slowly trying to sidestep him. “They need someone. They’ll want to make sure I can still work and stuff.” A hint of a smile, as he finally turns them around, so that Makoto’s back is to the door. “I’m the Ultimate Hope. I’m sure they’ll be a little nicer to me.”

Makoto tries to slip out of his grip, but he tightens it, tugging him back to draw their gazes together.

Byakuya can’t keep all the frustrated terror from his voice as he again tries to appeal. “Stay with me. Please.”

Makoto doesn’t say anything. Again, he pulls himself away, and Byakuya can’t force himself to keep him. He draws into the shadow, where the moonlight fails to reach, only the faint light of his eyes to pierce the gloom.

“I will stay with you.” He responds, gripping the doorknob. “After this. Please, just let me do this.”

The plea for a promise sits on the tip of his tongue. But Byakuya doesn’t say anything but a curse, long after Makoto has left him again.

#ovidiomedes #danganronpa #makoto naegi #byakuya togami #naegami #half of this was written pretty late at night so i hope this is alright <3

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tallmantall · 12 days

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James Donaldson on Mental Health - Back-to-School Tips for Kids Who Are Struggling

How resetting expectations and planning ahead can help children with learning challenges Writer: Rae Jacobson Clinical Expert: Karol Espejo, LCSW What You'll Learn - How can parents help kids plan for in the new school year? - What can families do to support kids who are struggling in school? - Quick Read - Full Article - Be specific about learning challenges - Make organization a priority - Talk about what to do when things don’t go as planned - Set up morale boosters - Don’t surprise kids with questions about school - Give kids space to try, and fail, and try again The first day of a new school year always feels like a new start. New school supplies, new classes, new teachers, new hopes and — for many kids — new struggles. Turning things around isn’t easy, but it can be done. And the rewards last long after school’s out. The problems caused by ADHD and learning disabilities can leave kids feeling confused and overwhelmed. All the other kids are done! Why is this taking me so long? Educate your child about their learning difference. Understanding how it affects them will make it easier prepare for problems before they come up. For example: You know your child’s ADHD makes it hard to stay organized. So you work together to find (and practice) strategies that help them stay on track. That way they’ll have the skills they need before school even starts. Setbacks happen, but they don’t have to be the end of the world. Planning ahead can help. Agree on what your child will do if they miss an assignment or fail a test, like talking to the teacher about extra credit. Remember, if something does go wrong kids may feel frustrated, sad or worried about disappointing you. Be kind and praise kids when they’re honest about problems at school. Foe example: “I’m so glad you told me your paper is late! I know you were worried about it. How can I help?” It’s also important to make sure your child has time to just relax and participate in things they enjoy. A little success goes a long way towards building (and protecting) confidence. At home, be thoughtful when talking to kids about school. Questions that seem simple, like “Did you turn in your report?” or “How did the math test go?” can be upsetting to kids. If your child seems upset, take their feelings seriously: “I know this isn’t easy to talk about — how can I help?” Avoid surprise school conversations. Instead, set up a regular time to talk and stick to it. When kids know what to expect, your talks will be calmer and less stressful. And you’ll be able to enjoy family time even when things aren’t going great in class. Let kids take the lead whenever possible. This can be as small as getting their backpack ready the night before, or as big as asking a teacher for help. Giving kids control (within reason) sends the message that you have confidence in their abilities. The first day of a new school year always feels like a new start. New school supplies, new classes, new teachers, new hopes and, if you’re anything like I was, a brand new chance to screw up. I have ADHD, and in high school I was undiagnosed and barely scraping by academically. Every semester I’d start off full of optimism and big hopes for academic success. This, I’d tell myself, was going to be “The One.” The One where everything changes, when I turn my act around, when I start — and stay — on the right foot. The. One. If you’re the parent of a child with ADHD or a learning disability you can probably guess what happened next. When you’ve got high hopes but no plan for how to achieve them, things tend to go off the rails pretty quickly. It never took long for The One to become just another one. Another year of barely keeping my head above water. It wasn’t until after I was diagnosed that things began to change. Once I understood why I was struggling, I was able to start creating strategies to address my problems — instead of just hoping that wanting things to change really badly would somehow be enough. Turning things around took a lot of hard work, understanding my strengths and weaknesses, learning how to ask for (and accept) support, facing difficulties instead of avoiding them, and learning how to be a little less hard on myself. It’s not easy but it is doable, and the rewards last long after school’s out. Here are some steps you can take to help your child lay the groundwork for an (actually) good start this year. Be specific about learning challenges When you have ADHD or a learning disability, the difficulties it causes often feel baffling, unmanageable and inevitable: The teacher has been talking for an hour and I have no idea what they said. How does everyone else know!? Or: All the other kids are already done with the quiz! Why is this taking me so long? Without understanding it can be easy for kids to disappear down a rabbit-hole of self-loathing: I’m such a screw-up. Or simply write the subject off: I’ll never get it anyway, so why bother? When it comes to learning disorders, knowledge is power. Helping your child understand their learning difference — not just what it is, but the specific ways it affects them both in and out of school — is the bedrock of success. For example: - If your child gets off track easily or has problems with impulsivity, “studying” with friends might not be the best way for them to prepare for tests. Agree that this year they’ll study in a dedicated quiet place at home and see their buddies afterwards. - If your child is easily overwhelmed by large projects, look at their syllabus together and make a plan to break daunting assignments down into smaller, more manageable pieces. - If they’re struggled with a particular subject, add support and planning from the start, rather than waiting until they’re falling behind. Make organization a priority Disorganization and poor time management: twin agents of chaos and destruction. Nothing pushes a new semester off course faster than lost assignments, forgotten backpacks and late arrivals. If your child struggles with organization, help them be proactive. Discuss their organizational challenges and choose some realistic strategies for tackling them. Here are some tips to help you get started. #James Donaldson notes:Welcome to the “next chapter” of my life… being a voice and an advocate for #mentalhealthawarenessandsuicideprevention, especially pertaining to our younger generation of students and student-athletes.Getting men to speak up and reach out for help and assistance is one of my passions. Us men need to not suffer in silence or drown our sorrows in alcohol, hang out at bars and strip joints, or get involved with drug use.Having gone through a recent bout of #depression and #suicidalthoughts myself, I realize now, that I can make a huge difference in the lives of so many by sharing my story, and by sharing various resources I come across as I work in this space. #http://bit.ly/JamesMentalHealthArticleFind out more about the work I do on my 501c3 non-profit foundationwebsite www.yourgiftoflife.org Order your copy of James Donaldson's latest book,#CelebratingYourGiftofLife: From The Verge of Suicide to a Life of Purpose and Joy www.celebratingyourgiftoflife.com Link for 40 Habits Signupbit.ly/40HabitsofMentalHealth If you'd like to follow and receive my daily blog in to your inbox, just click on it with Follow It. Here's the link https://follow.it/james-donaldson-s-standing-above-the-crowd-s-blog-a-view-from-above-on-things-that-make-the-world-go-round?action=followPub Talk about what to do when things don’t go as planned “Everything is going to be perfect this year,” I’d tell myself. “Perfect.” Unfortunately, in real life things are very rarely perfect, and as soon as I inevitably fell short of the impossible goal I’d set, I gave up. Being able to recover and move forward from a mistake is one of the most important skills kids can learn. - Discuss what they’ll do if they miss an assignment or start to fall behind. This could include staying behind to talk to their teacher about extra credit, reaching out to the school’s resource center, or agreeing to refocus their efforts on getting a good grade on a major test or project that can pull their grade back up. - Address avoidance. When and if things do start to slide, many kids fall back on the time-honored strategy of “If-I-ignore-it-maybe-it’ll-just-go-away.” Of course, avoiding scary assignments or the gut-punch of a bad grade may feel better in the moment, but in the end it leads to disaster. Help your child face their fears in a healthy way by setting up regular check-ins and giving them positive feedback for being honest and proactive. “I’m so glad you told me your paper is late! I know you were worried about it. Let me help you get it done.” - Turning something in is always better than nothing. Kids are often embarrassed to turn in assignments that are late, unfinished or just not that great. But a zero (or many zeros) in the grade book is far, far more damaging than a C. Make an agreement at the start of the year that your child will turn in their assignments no matter what. For younger kids, or those that need a little extra incentive, you could add a reward: “If you get all your assignments in this semester, you can get the Mario game once school ends.” - Help them learn to manage mistakes in a healthy way. Slipping up is upsetting, especially when a kid’s confidence is already shaky. It can be easy to slide into self-recrimination, or feel like it’s not worth it to keep trying. Take care to validate their feelings — they may be frustrated, sad or worried about disappointing you — and let them know you appreciate them telling you about the problem. Then quickly change the focus to how they’ll move forward and what they’ll do to avoid similar problems in the future. Set up morale boosters Figuring out how to achieve and sustain academic success is a long process, and there are bound to be moments when your child’s self-esteem takes a beating. Creating some things to look forward to can help bolster a kid’s self-image and take some of the pressure off when things get rough. - Make sure your child has time to just relax. Don’t go overboard on extracurriculars. - When they do participate in extracurriculars, encourage them to find activities where they have the chance to excel. A little success can go a long way towards building (and protecting) confidence. - Plan a few specific events your child can look forward to that have nothing to do with school: Sleeping over at a friend’s house, going on a trip, getting a brand-new video game and having a day to just play. Having something good on the horizon can help make rough patches feel less consuming. Don’t surprise kids with questions about school When kids have a history of failure, conversations about school can be fraught. Questions like “Did you turn in your report?” or “How did the math test go?” may read as criticism or leave kids feeling upset and rattled. Avoid ambushing kids with questions about school when they’ve just gotten off the bus. Instead, agree on times when you’ll talk about what’s going on and what they need to do. - Validate your child’s feelings by acknowledging that school is a hard topic for everyone. “I know this isn’t easy to talk about — how can I help?” - Keeping conversations regular and predictable will help normalize them and make them more productive. And by setting boundaries around school discussions, you’ll be able to preserve peace and positive family time even when things aren’t going great academically. Give kids space to try, and fail, and try again Whenever you can, try to empower your child to take charge of their own needs. Whether that’s setting up their backpack for school the night before, arranging a study-session or asking a teacher for help when they’re struggling with an assignment, giving them the reins (within reason) will communicate your confidence in their abilities and enable them to practice being independent. That said, some kids need more scaffolding than others. Some, especially those who struggle with mental health conditions like depression or anxiety, may benefit from greater parental oversight. Assess where your child is realistically and move forward in the way that makes the most sense for your family. Finally, after all these years what I’ve learned is that there’s no cheat code, no “perfect” way to do better. It’s hard work, but work that pays off, both at school and long after. Read the full article

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Day 27: 9 to 5 - Drakken’s Average Daily Routine

1. Getting ready to start the day with Drakken starts with taking his medicine, that way he will not be walking around town with blue skin for people to notice and possibly put two and two together that he’s the same guy who was committing crimes all over America until he eventually went to jail for it. Then he can begin on the other things, like taking a shower, brushing his teeth, and picking out what blue ensemble he will be wearing that day. Then he’ll go make breakfast, if Sarina hasn’t already, and prep his lunch.

2. Then he will go drag himself across town to Swynlake Secondary where he has to set up the room for whatever the lesson is that day. If it’s an experiment day he will get the stations ready, if it’s a work day he’ll turn on the computers, if it’s a test day he’ll gather the exams from the department head, etc. etc. If there’s not a lot of set up for that day then he’ll either comb through his emails, that he will NOT reply to unless it’s Triton or it looks like he can ruin someone’s morning by denying them their question/request, or catch up on grading stuff.

3. Teaching time. Where he actually has to work! Yay! This mainly consists of talking and yelling at a bunch of poor kids for a few hours. Maybe someone will get detention. Maybe another will be sent to the principal’s office. Who is to say?

4. At lunch Drakken usually spends it in his room, not wanting to hang in the teacher’s lounge because he doesn’t like anyone except Triton and they probably don’t like him either. Since he brought his lunch he doesn’t have to go to the cafeteria or out to town to get anything, but sometimes he does venture to the cafeteria for extra stuff. Like orange juice or cake, if they’re serving it that day.

5. More teaching time. At this point he is probably done with listening to teenagers so the latter half of his day have it worse off than the front half. Sorry kiddos. Maybe they’ll have to stay after the bell and be dismissed without any notes to excuse them if they’re late to their next one. Maybe someone gets a bad grade on their homework because they laughed at him. Maybe the last class of the day gets a pop quiz and he fails them all. Who IS TO SAY?

6. After school? Depends on the day!

Sometimes he has to hold tutorials because there’s an exam coming up. Only the brave ones actually show up to his instead of venturing to another teacher’s like everyone should. But, weirdly enough, he holds these kids to a higher esteem since they did come to him for help. He’ll answer their questions seriously and, if they’re nice, he’ll even give them a heads up on a few of the questions and what the answers are going to be.

If it’s a day that he has FROG Club things, he’ll wait in his class as those kids show up and ignore their idle chatter while he works on his plots to take over the world until one of them needs something from him.

If it’s a day he has to go help with the Outdoors Club he’ll drag his feet outside to meet Triton while they wait for the other stragglers to show up and get started there. He will complain, especially about how cold it is these days, and then he will proceed to not let the kids complain because, why are they complaining? They wanted to be there, didn’t they? They signed up for this stupid club, they didn’t get to complain about it!

If it’s a day where he has none of these, RARE, then he will head out to the Chakrobarty’s farm to go see Vera and Vixey’s family. Or he’ll go to Vixey’s shoppe, if she’s there and approved of it beforehand, to see her. He will also do this after the days mentioned above, if, again, approved by Vixey. That or they already made plans to see one another.

7. After ALL of that, he’ll go back home. Depending on if Sarina is home or working or out doing Sarina Things, Drakken’ll either ask her about dinner or, if she isn’t there, he’ll go straight up to the lab to pick up on his plans to take over the world. He’ll spend a long time in there, depending on how his insomnia is going to treat him that night. If it’s really acting up he probably won’t even get to bed, just return to his room to begin from the top, and take his medication so he’s not walking around town with blue skin.

#swynwrimo

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purplespaceace · 3 years

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very few characters actually have adhd in media, and when they do, what people mean by that is just that they fidget a lot, not that they have adhd. the only character with adhd I can think of where I’ve watched/read it and I’ve gone, “oh, this character actually has adhd” is Jake peralta from Brooklyn 99. so, here’s my take on how to write adhd, with examples from Brooklyn 99.

I’ll do the best I can to separate them into three categories; the three things people look for in adults with ADHD, which are rejection sensitivity dysphoria, an interest-based nervous system, and emotional hyperarousal.

I’ll also randomly bold and italicize bits so people with ADHD can actually read it.

Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria, or RSD

Rejection sensitivity dysphoria makes people with ADHD overly sensitive to criticism, even if they perceive a rejection and there actually isn’t one. Their emotions are also very strong generally. Because of RSD, people with ADHD become people-pleasers and can develop anxiety because they’re so eager to please.

For me, RSD makes me cry an embarrassing amount for any little reason. in your writing, make your characters overdramatic, criers, and/or people-pleasers. They’ll have trouble saying no. They may also be over competitive, as their perceived rejection may include losing.

how does Jake show this in b99? When Jake comes up with a catchphrase and Rosa says it’s terrible, jake is far more hurt than he should be. He hates losing, and he gets overly upset whenever someone says they don’t like him or don’t trust him, etc. he’s also a people pleaser who has trouble saying no.

An interest-based nervous system

An interest-based nervous system includes hyperfocuses and an inability to pay attention. It stems from the fact that we can’t make as much dopamine as neurotypicals. This means that while neurotypicals get dopamine after completing a task, people with ADHD don’t. That means that people with ADHD don’t have any reason to do tasks, especially those they don’t like. This leads to executive dysfunction—people with ADHD will know they have to or want to do something, but they can’t seem to do it. people with ADHD hyperfocus on things that bring them dopamine. I was obsessed with warrior cats for three years. But hyperfocuses can also last a short amount of time—I’ll have a drawing idea in the middle of class and won’t be able to concentrate on anything else before I finish it. this is where our impulsiveness comes from. we can leap into things we think will give us dopamine without thinking, which can lead to injury. We also tend to tell people personal things they don’t want to hear because of this, and don’t have very good boundaries. We sometimes say whatever comes into our head, which can also result in us being rude on accident. Our voices can also get very loud or we can interrupt people frequently because we’re so impulsive. When people with ADHD hyperfocus, they can forget about anything else. I’ll forget to eat if I’m busy reading a Wikipedia article about feminism in the 1850s, and won’t go to the bathroom or drink water either. It’s also important to note that taking away distractions doesn’t help, because we can do things like pick at our skin and daydream—something that people with ADHD do a lot of. Because of executive dysfunction, people can call people with ADHD lazy or irresponsible.

people with ADHD can also be extremely indecisive because ADHD affects our executive functioning, and making decisions requires planning and prioritizing, and task initiation, which are both executive functions!

people with ADHD also have poor memory for important things, but tend to remember random bits of trivia. Poor memory leads to object permanence problems, which means people with ADHD can forget to call a friend back for weeks, forget that they need to read library books in a closed cabinet, or forget that the vegetables they got will go bad. People can sometimes say that people with ADHD don’t care about anything because of this.

people with ADHD can also be prone to depression because of under or overstimulation. Boredom feels painful for people with ADHD. If we’re overstimulated, we can experience sensory overload—if things are too bright or too loud, if too many things are touching us at once—often it’s not because the thing is too intense, but because too many things are happening at once.

We also have something some people call dolphin brain, where we jump from one thing to another. From the outside, it looks really random, but I find that when I’m talking to another neurodivergent communication is generally easier. For instance, someone with ADHD might see a bee at a baseball field and tell their team about the time they saw whales at seaworld because their little brother was also stung by a wasp there. people will see no connection on the outside, but it makes perfect sense to the person with ADHD.

people with ADHD can also be overachievers, either because they hyperfocus on schoolwork or their RSD makes it so that failing at something isn’t an option. people with ADHD can also be very controlling and stubborn, probably because we hyperfocus on something and cant handle it being any different, and any change to our plans can be seen as rejection.

we can also have a hard time ordering our thoughts or doing stuff like math in our head. a lot of the time I number my thoughts like, 1. this reason, 2. this reason, etc. even if theres only two or sometimes I just need the 1. as a transition for my brain. when I don’t write it down or organize it like that it feels like I’m trying to grasp ropes that have been covered in oil (it’s not going to happen) and then my brain gets all jumbled and I have to restart at the beginning. this is probably just me, but it feels the same way when I’m reading long paragraphs of something uninteresting, or even short bits of historical documents because the way they phrase things is really pompous and hard to process.

also, stuff like caffeine calms us down and helps us focus. people who don’t take medication (me) often drink coffee or caffeinated sodas to focus.

another random tip, but if your character with ADHD also is genderfluid or genderflux, they might have a hard time figuring out their gender sometimes, because we can be known to have a hard time putting our feelings into words or our brains will just go, “nope, not thinking about that right now” and move on, which can be pretty frustrating.

people with adhd also have a trait called time blindness, where we have no idea how long something takes and therefore can’t manage our time very well. this often results in us being late or just sitting around the house because we got ready way too early.

we also have something called consequence blindness—we do things and are completely unaware of the consequences. if I don’t brush my teeth, I get cavities. but I don’t think about that when I’m deciding I’m too tired to brush my teeth.

in b99, jake regularly stays up all night solving cases and watches documentaries on random topics. He’s also very distractible—when they’re trying to find the person who sent Captain Holt death threats in the train yard, Jake says he and captain holt should take a train trip together sometime. Jake says that he’ll forget Amy if they don't work together because he’s like a goldfish.

Emotional hyperarousal

This is the only thing people tend to include when writing characters: the fidgeting. People with ADHD tend to need more stimulation than others, so we’ll do things like draw during class and chew on pens.

people with ADHD can also have apd, or auditory processing disorder. we tend to watch shows with subtitles on and may take a second to process what you’re saying, or hear it wrong. The subtitles thing may be partially do to creating just the right amount of stimulation, but if I don’t have subtitles, me and my other friends with ADHD will watch tv with the volume turned up very high. People with ADHD also can have a hard time interpreting other people‘s tone and have a hard time controlling their own. They can be bad at social cues and have poor manners because we don’t pick up on that stuff.

people with ADHD also tend to observe everything or nothing at any given time, mostly based on the amount of stimulation they have—if they dont have a lot in their main task, they’ll need to take in something else at the same time. Likewise, if I’m hyperfocusing on something I often don’t notice anything else, like if someone asks me a question.

in b99, Jake fidgets with things a lot. In the intro, he’s picking up and examining a figurine on his desk, likely because he was bored with paperwork or some other task.

#adhd #writing #writing adhd #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #brooklyn99 #Jake peralta #Adhd Jake #neurodivergent #writing tips #adhd problems #adhd misconceptions #nd #neurodivergence

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bloodpenned · 3 years

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I personally really want more content after Kylar kidnaps you, that whole scene is just chef’s kiss, so... I guess you could call these headcanons for other interactions?

cw: implied noncon, forcefeeding, just max jealousy kylar being max jealousy kylar. fucked up.

Your marriage ring hangs on a necklace, instead of around your finger. Since your hands are still bound behind your back, neither of you would be able to see the reminder of your bond. They would release you, but... Kylar is honestly a bit worried that the drugs scrambled your brain, because all you’re doing is trying to hurt them when given the chance! You love them, so, clearly you’re not acting the way you normally would. Who knows, when left on your own devices, maybe you’d even hurt yourself? Really, they’re doing this for your own good. (And, while they won’t tell you as such, the thought that you can’t go anywhere is more comforting than any promise you could make.)

Staying in the same position for so long is hard on your limbs, though. They’ll get you out of the chair at the end of the day, laying you down on an old matress they dragged into the basement, and get to ‘massaging’ your limbs around your bounds. It’s painful every time. Your arms and legs are stiff from disuse, swollen from bad blood circulation and Kylar doesn’t actually know what they’re doing. They read some tips online and bought some oil, sure. But that doesn’t change the fact all they’re doing is rubbing circles onto your skin, over and over and over again. Without fail, they get excited touching you this much. Panting, face flushed, fingers trembling, cooing your praises when their lips aren’t fluttering over your skin. Their tongue laps up the drool that slips past your gag. There’s no reason for them to hold back anymore, is there? You’re theirs, bound by marriage as their dearest spouse, and completely at their mercy. Their promise of fucking you every day will hold true.

They hate that they can’t stay with you always, but Kylar still has to go to school. If someone found them suspicious, there would be no one to take care of you. (And they still have their objective in mind, their goal of ruining everyone who has ever laid eyes upon you. Their hands itch for their knife.) Since boredom would drive you crazy otherwise, they put their laptop on a table in front of you, leaving you movies to watch in your favourite genre, or a playlist of youtubers you enjoy. Before leaving, they kiss you goodbye with an apology, telling you they’ll be back soon. Even if it’s for a few minutes, they’ll return to your side during lunch break to feed you.

Speaking of food, they make sure each and every meal they make is handmade, and stuffed full of love. They’ll feed you every bite themselves. Kylar had been sure you two would end up living together one day or another, so they had already started practicing to cook in advance! It paid off, as they can make decent meals without a fuss. But if you refuse to eat as some kind of protest, the way their heart aches is the least of their worries. Their heart starts to pound. If you stop eating, you’ll just get weaker, and weaker, and weaker, and then you’ll- They’ll start with pleading, tears threatening to spill. That by hurting yourself like this, you’re killing them too. That all they’ve ever wanted is for you to be safe, for you to be able to love each other in peace. Their words come out choked.

They’re forcing you to eat, if they have to. After cutting the food in tiny pieces that won’t get lodged in your throat, they’ll squeeze your nose shut. All the while, they’re mumbling apologies under their breath. Whether you want to or not, after a bit, you’ll open your mouth on pure instinct. Kylar takes this chance to shove in a bite, and then force your jaw shut until you swallow. It takes ages before your meal is finished, and their nails leave crescents on your cheeks as your food gets saltier and saltier. For your health however, they’ll do it.

They sneak into the basement every night to sleep with you in their arms, to nuzzle their face into your hair. The fact their bed is much more comfortable barely crosses their mind. It’d be weird for a married couple not to share a room together, right? They’ll tell you stories of their day, soft murmurings that might have lulled you to sleep if it weren’t for their contents.

Robin doesn’t leave for History class early anymore, instead wandering the halls asking everyone who’s around if they’ve seen any sign of you. A missing person poster hangs on their lemonade stand. Sydney mentions you in their prayers, wishing for your safety and coming to school late more often than ever. They perk up every time the library door opens, but it’s never the face they’re hoping to see. Hell, even Whitney took your name in their mouth once, commenting on how annoying it was for such a convenient slut to just dissapear. Someone else will now face the misfortune of making up for your lack of presence.

In any other scenario, Kylar wouldn’t want to sully your thoughts with reminders of them. Now, however, they can smile against your skin as they pass on their observations, revelling in the knowledge they aren’t being suspected and the distress of people you used to know. Because they know they’ll never see you again.

#degrees of lewdity #yandere #dol #kylar the loner #kylar the loner x reader #kylar x reader #red rambles

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astaroth1357 · 4 years

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When MC Won’t Pick Up the Phone

Lucifer

Usually not one to jump to any conclusions. He’ll send a text and wait an hour or two… then send another one.

If the second text goes unread then he’s calling, though.

If the call goes unanswered THEN he’s starting to worry and getting his brothers on the case.

Lucifer: Have any of you seen MC? They aren't responding to my texts…

Mammon: Did you piss them off?

Satan: I bet he pissed them off.

Levi: He's acting like a needy girlfriend, lol!

Lucifer: Care to repeat that, Levi?

Levi: Nevermind

Beel: I saw the MC in the library before I left RAD.

Lucifer: Good, bring them here and I'll take you to Madame Scream's.

Beel: On it!

Belphie: Wow, he IS needy…

Lucifer: 😡😡😡

Mammon

Mammon is a text spammer, we all know this.

Any time he sends a message, the MC has a BARE MINIMUM of five minutes to respond, if he’s lonely not even that.

If the MC misses the deadline, then they get what’s coming to them.

Mammon: Oi, MC!

Mammon: MC?

Mammon: Hey pick up!

Mammon: Are ya busy?

Mammon: I want to go shoppin!

Mammon: MC??

Mammon: Ya worryin me!!

MC: Mammon, I was taking a shower for fuck’s sake!

Mammon: Oh.

Mammon: … Need any help getting dressed?

Levi

Lowkey cyberstalker?

It’s the jealousy mostly, poor boy gets so paranoid sometimes…

If the MC isn’t responding to his messages then he’ll start checking all of their most used social accounts to try and see if they’re online or at least were active anywhere else.

If he finds them on somewhere else, he’ll send a message there but they’ll have a bit of explaining to do for not responding to his text (Thankfully he has a hard time staying mad at them so they can get let off pretty easy with just a few “I love you”s)

If he can’t find them active anywhere then he might just… call… them… But that’s a socially anxious person’s worst nightmare so that’s his last resort!

They better pick up or he’s mobilizing the navy to go find them... Abuse of power? What does that even mean?

Satan

Satan can be kind of hard to keep track of himself so he's more forgiving.

If he can’t get ahold of MC, then he's more likely to assume that they’re just busy and give them a few hours to respond.

If they're actually busy, then he's very lax and doesn't mind if they're a little late.

If he gets worried, he'll ask around, but he tends to air on the side of more rational explanations for their silence than jumping to conclusions.

But if they're giving him some kind of silent treatment or just didn't feel like responding… then oh boy…

A word to the wise, don't ignore Satan. He can skip their mind, but DON'T ignore him. He doesn't react to pettiness well…

Punishment will be in order. Take your warning now.

Asmo

Honestly, even worse than Mammon.

He'll tell you that text spam is tacky, but what Asmo does isn't much better.

If the MC doesn't respond to him in the time he likes, then he'll just start texting them things. Random things.

Asmo: MC~!

Asmo: I absolutely MUST tell you about this jacket I just saw in Magolish today!!

Asmo: It's just perfect for yours truly, you HAVE to see it!

Asmo: MC?

Asmo: Hello?

Asmo: MC, you're going to miss seeing me in my jacket!!

Asmo: I also have to tell you about what Simeon did today in class when Mammon tried to pick his pocket!

Asmo: He had that idiot in an arm lock so fast Baal hadn't finished his sentence!

Asmo: MC?

If it gets too bad, they'll start getting sent selfies of a sad Asmo looking like a lost puppy without their attention…

Asmo: I'm still waiting for you to see my jacket! 😠

He rarely holds their lapses in attention against them, but he starts getting actually worried then they have better have a good reason. 😤

Beel

Honestly, he's kind of the one who's hard to get ahold of. Between practices, workouts, and the fact that he HAS accidentally eaten his phone a couple times, Beel can take a bit to get back to someone...

He's extra understanding if the MC doesn't get his messages. Never mad at all. He honestly prefers to tell them things in person anyway so it works out.

… If he can find them that is. If he hasn't seen them all day and they aren't responding then you're going to get a worried Beel.

He'll send a few more messages, make a few calls, ask his brothers what's up, that sort of thing. If all else fails, he'll go through their laundry then use his nose to sniff them out like a bloodhound.

At that point, they better be locked in a tower or something or you'll have a very upset Beel. Not mad, just upset (which could honestly be worse... Don't worry him like that! 😣)

Belphie

Think that because he's dead to the world half the day, they get to be lazy with his texts? Wrong.

Brat of the highest caliber, if he wants to hear from them then he wants to hear from them NOW. Unfortunately, he's mostly awake during the weirdest times so good luck...

Belphie: MC?

Belphie: MC? Are you awake?

Belphie: I can’t sleep.

Belphie: MC?

Belphie: MC, I'm bored…

MC: Belphie, do you know what time it is…?

Belphie: Oh good, you're awake.

MC: No thanks to you…

Belphie: Would you like to go back to sleep? Me too.

Belphie: Come up to the attic, we can sleep there together.

MC: Goodnight Belphie.

Belphie: Wait MC

Belphie: … did you just turn your phone off again?

Belphie: No fair…

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me headcanons

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valdomarx · 4 years

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“Geralt. My dearest friend. My closest companion. Light of my life, fire of my-”

Geralt narrows his eyes. “What do you want, Jaskier?”

“Seeing as how I’ve made you famous, and I flatter myself that this has eased you path somewhat, why, this very inn not only took us in but even offered us a discounted rate-”

“What do you want, Jaskier?” Testier this time.

“Ahh. Well. Let me put it plainly: I’m in need of a favour.”

Geralt raises one eyebrow, in an expression he knows speaks volumes.

“I need you to come with me to Lettenhove this winter and pose as my fiancé.”

Geralt nearly drops the sword he’s sharpening. A million thoughts whip through his mind, but one is most pressing: “Why, for Melitele’s sake?”

Jaskier waves a hand in a vague and non-descriptive gesture. “It’s a court thing, you know how families are, and my mother has made it abundantly clear that it’s time for me to settle down and this year I’m to return affianced or else she’ll select someone for me. And I can’t get hitched to some local lady, Geralt, I simply can’t, it’ll ruin my bardic appeal, not to mention my employment prospects, and of course I won’t be able to travel with you, and it’s-”

Geralt holds up a hand to ward off the wall of words. The idea of no longer travelling with Jaskier is unconscionable, not that he’d ever admit that out loud. And they spend so much time together they’re practically married anyway. How hard could it be to pretend for a few days?

“Fine,” he says gruffly.

“Oh, Geralt, you are wonderful.” Jaskier beams and throws his arms around Geralt’s neck. Geralt growls, but secretly, it’s actually rather nice.

“Mother, this is Geralt, my fiancé.”

Cold, clear eyes look him up and down, assessing him, and pinch into an expression suggesting he has been found wanting. Geralt decides against opening his mouth and further cementing that opinion.

“A witcher.” Her voice has the familiar twang of Jaskier’s, but with the flat, expressionless cadence he associates with the higher echelons of the aristocracy.

“A witcher!” Jaskier confirms in a cheery tone. “Isn’t that exciting?”

She sniffs in a manner which makes it clear that exciting would not be her first choice of word. “I see. He will be joining us for this year’s Yuletide?”

“He will.”

Her face draws back into the impassive mask of the well-bred. “Very well. You will stay in the east wing.”

“Thank you, mother.” Jaskier executes a stiff bow which Geralt copies and they beat a hasty retreat.

“That went rather well!”

Geralt blinks. “Jaskier, I’m fairly sure your mother means to have me killed in my sleep.”

“Oh, don’t mind her. She’s always like that. She’s actually softened up a lot since dear old dad died, gods rest the grumpy bastard.”

Geralt struggles to imagine how such staid, cold people could possibly have produced a son as bright and warm as Jaskier. They might as well be a different species.

Jaskier pushes open a door to a grand suite, all plush velvets and gold ornamentation, a thick woven rug underfoot. It’s the most opulent room Geralt has ever seen, but Jaskier pays it no mind and throws his bag casually on the bed.

“We’ll have to stay here together,” he says apologetically, not looking Geralt in the eye. “But the bed is plenty big, or I can sleep on the sofa if you’d rather -”

Geralt is still taking it all in: The space, the furnishings, the frankly enormous bed which looks divinely comfortable. And there, through the next room, that looks like-

“Is that a copper bathtub?” he asks, eyes wide. Such luxuries were a rarity indeed.

Jaskier grinned. “It is. Let me get some food sent up and I’ll wash your hair?”

Geralt grumbles, just for the effect, and decides that putting up with tedious aristocracy might have its benefits after all.

Yule festivities in Lettenhove are, mercifully, a mere matter of days. First there is the fitting for formal attire, which Geralt scowls through but Jaskier promises will be made up for with plenty of good food and wine. Then there are several deeply tedious aristocratic parties, which Jaskier sails through and Geralt spends mostly hiding in dark corners, as is his wont.

Occasionally, Jaskier will grab him by the hand and introduce him as, “Geralt, my husband-to-be,” and something funny will flip over in his stomach which will require several drinks to settle. When he returns to his dark corner he’ll find his heart pumping a little faster as his eyes track Jaskier flitting around the room. It’s probably just indigestion from all the rich food.

Then there is the formal family Yuletide dinner, a spectacularly awkward and singly unpleasant evening spent around a long, cold table with Jaskier’s mother and various cousins, who regard Geralt with expressions ranging from bland disinterest to active hostility. The food is heavy beyond measure and the conversation cruel and bland by turns.

They cover the need for raising taxes, the many failings of the servant class, and the petty squabbles over jewels and titles that seems to be the bread and butter of these people. With each hateful line, Geralt feels his blood rising. If it weren’t for Jaskier making pleading eyes at him, he’d take great pleasure in explaining some hard truths to them.

When a cousin begins expounding on useless lazy peasants in the estate, complaining that they can’t work because of plague, but we all know they’re simply idle, Geralt grits his teeth so hard that he swears the sound must be audible.

Beneath the table, Jaskier takes his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. Staring down at their joined hands, Geralt detaches from these awful people and their awful conversation and focuses on the simple warmth of Jaskier’s fingers intertwined with his own.

They make their escape from dinner as soon as can be considered polite, and Geralt takes a second to lean against the door to their room, breathing deeply.

“You did well not to throttle anyone,” Jaskier says with a reassuring smile. “If we’d had to listen to cousin Edrick for a minute longer, I might have launched over the table with a carving knife myself.”

Geralt reaches for him without thinking, and once again Jaskier’s hand slips into his own. It’s grounding, to feel something genuine in this place surrounded by artifice.

“Come on,” Jaskier says. “Let’s get out of here.”

Geralt doesn’t even ask where they’re going before nodding.

They sneak away from the estate out of the servants’ door and follow a winding path toward a cluster of lights in the valley below. The path into Lettenhove town is quiet and calm, and as they walk the snow begins to fall in soft flurries, covering the ground in a peaceful white blanket.

The town looks picture perfect when they arrive, a charming jumble of thatched cottages and a small, cosy inn from which bright light spills out into the snowy night. When they enter the barmaid runs over to hug Jaskier and the proprietor slaps him on the back, and Jaskier has a kind word and a waved greeting for every person in there.

Geralt feels something unwind in his chest, something he hadn’t realised was tight and twisted until now. Seeing Jaskier in his element, among people who love him for who he is, instead of among that cold, hateful family, he feels right in a way he hasn’t for days.

Jaskier is already buying drinks and passing them around, and he excitedly waves Geralt over. “Bree, Geoffrey,” he addresses the couple behind the bar, “This is Geralt.” A shy smile sneaks over his face. “My fiancé.” The couple gasp in delight and congratulate Jaskier, then they’re embracing Geralt like old friends and pushing a drink into his hands.

“Come on, Geralt, join us!” Bree smiles warmly. “It’ll be the ten o’clock bells soon, and we must have Jaskier lead us in a song.”

The evening is a whirl of music and dance and loud, terrible singing, which the entire town seems to join in. For once there is no corner for Geralt to hide in, so he stays by Jaskier’s side, basking in the reflected glow of these people’s clear adoration of his bard.

When the midnight bell chimes and Geoffrey turns them all out for the night, the revelers wend their way home still singing and drinking. As the place empties out, Jaskier slides over to Bree to press a kiss to her cheek and a bulging purse into her hand. She tries to wave him off but Jaskier tucks the money behind the counter all the same, and Geralt watches, a deep wave of fondness sweeping through him.

The snow is still falling when they step out into the now-quiet street, soft, fat flakes drifting lazily from the sky and sticking in Jaskier’s hair. His cheeks are flushed pink and his hair falls in an messy sweep over his eyes; without thinking Geralt reaches out to brush it away behind his ear. Jaskier’s blush deepens as he does so, but he shivers in the cold.

“Here.” Geralt unclasps the thick cloak from around his neck and sweeps it over Jaskier’s shoulders. Jaskier’s mouth forms a little o of surprise and he looks up at Geralt, something tender in his eyes.

Geralt’s gaze is caught by the snow flakes settling on Jaskier’s lashes; he’s so focused that he almost jumps when Jaskier reaches out to take his hand. The sky seems to glow with a soft orange light as the clouds reflect the last few fires in the town below; everything is warm with Jaskier’s hand in his despite the chill in the air.

“Thank you,” Jaskier says softly. “For being here with me.” And leaning in, his breath caressing over Geralt’s face, he touches his lips to Geralt’s cheek in a ghost of a kiss.

Suddenly it occurs to Geralt that this will be it, tomorrow they’ll head back on the path like none of this ever happened, no more holding hands or being close, no more being introduced as Jaskier’s betrothed. And despite the hellish parts of this experience he really doesn’t want it to end. He likes being Jaskier’s person, and he likes Jaskier being his.

They are still standing close together, mere inches between them, and it’s no effort at all to lean in, slowly, cautiously, to find Jaskier’s lips with his own, to place a tentative kiss there. And then Jaskier’s hands are fisting in his shirt and tugging him closer still, and his arms go around his waist and Jaskier is kissing him back like he’s been waiting for it, their mouths slotting together like they were made to fit each other, and everything is blazingly bright like the white of the snow.

When they pull apart they stay with foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air, and Geralt can see a smile cracking wide over Jaskier’s face.

“I like being engaged to you,” Geralt says quietly, unable to keep it in.

Jaskier’s smile widens even further. “I like being engaged to you too,” he says. He kisses him again. “Fiancé.” Another kiss. “Husband to be.” And another. “Partner.” One more. “Beloved.”

“I like the sound of those.” He suspects he may be wearing the same dopey grin as Jaskier is.

“Then let’s make it official.” Jaskier bites his lip. “Marry me?”

Jaskier is a picture of perfection, eyes gleaming and cheeks ruddy, snowflakes in his hair. Geralt’s heart has always been right here.

“I’d be honoured.” He considers for a second. “But not in Lettenhove.”

Jaskier’s laugh sparkles with joy. “Anywhere but here.”

#PLEASE ENJOY THIS HOLIDAY ROMCOM NONSENSE #i am feeling festive and also sappy #geraskier #the witcher #my writing

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i-cant-sing · 4 years

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hi!! can i request a platonic yandere erasermic with a student reader??

Platonic Yandere! Erasermic:

Thanks for requesting! I love yandere Erasermic so much 😤😤 👊

Check out my MASTERLIST for more!

Platonic Yandere! Erasermic:

The BEST platonic yandere couple to have!

You're a student at UA, part of class 1A. You're Aizawa's favourite student. You're just so polite and so sweet. Always so eager to learn and try out new things. And even the class would notice his special treatment of you. "You forgot to do your homework? Hmm, alright you can submit it to me tomorrow. Denki you forgot to bring your homework? Go run 5 laps right now."

Hizashi would often hear about you from his husband. You sounded like a good kid. But he really became interested you when you came looking for Aizawa in the staff room, but you found him instead. Hizashi started talking to you, really just rambling about the most random things. He was expecting you to just leave and go look for Aizawa, but he was pleasantly surprised when you started talking to him too, easily carrying the conversation. Your eyes would light up when you were talking to him. And since then, you would always give him your complete, undivided attention whenever you guys spoke, no matter what the topic was. You'd sometimes be rambling, and then suddenly forget what you were talking about. It was just so cute!

Gradually, these two would become obsessed with their favourite student. They'd also become very protective of you. When it was time to choose an internship, Aizawa rejected all offers from different agencies on your behalf, lying to you that you didn't get any offers. And then you'd become so sad, near tears and then Aizawa would offer to train you himself, that he sees potential in you. Of course you'd accept, you'd get to train with Eraserhead, a rare opportunity!

When you'd be training with Aizawa, he'd go easy on you, but he'd still give you great tips on how to improve yourself and control your quirk. You still haven't been able to beat him once though. Since you'd be around Aizawa a lot, you'd also meet his partner, Hizashi, often. And since you would accompany Aizawa on his late night patrols, you'd have dinner (made by Hizashi, who's more than happy to cook for you) with them at their place a lot, and it always ended up with them offering you stay the night, and you sometimes did.

Their obsession love would continue to grow the more you spent time with them. And then one night, the couple would be discussing about expanding their family, and then they both knew it, right then and there. Its you. You'd be the perfect addition to their family, the perfect child! You're so kind, soft spoken. Outgoing yet shy and reserved when meeting new people. But you're just so naive, too innocent for your own good. And they've both seen the ugliness of the world, the worst in the people. They cannot afford to just stand by idly and risk you getting tainted by this filth.

It was decided that night that you had to become a part of their family. They'll make your parents disappear, they have both the money and the skills to do it. Maybe they'll say that your family was taken or killed by some villians, or better yet, they were caught doing something illegal. But don't worry, you can stay with them for as long as you want. When you try to refuse, that you can stay with a relative, they'll tell you that it's for your own safety. They don't want the villians to complete their unfinished business. Plus, they are more than capable of taking care you, and since you didn't want to risk another family member's life, you agreed.

You'll be having the best time of your life. They'll spoil the hell out of you, Hizashi especially. Aizawa does too, but he's just more protective of you.

Hizashi is a great cook! He'd learn to make your favourite dish too. And if you like something from a restaurant, he'll take it as a challenge and try to replicate the dish, or make a better one! At school, all 3 of you would sometimes have lunch together, you always bringing Aizawa's lunchbox along too, since he often forgets it. If you try to cook a dish for them, they'll treat it like its a Michelin star dish!

Aizawa would be the more protective one, always the harder one to convince to let you go out with your friends, especially at night. Hizashi would always convince him in the end, they're gonna follow you anyways so why stop you? Aizawa's a bit possessive too. He doesn't like it when you talk about other pro heroes, you're his little girl, you should be looking upto him. He won't say anything about it though.

Hizashi would love to just talk to you; you guys would often gossip. Oh and you always go to him for any fashion advice. Since he also has long hair that he styles up a lot, he can do your hair too! Just show him a picture of what you want, and he'll style hair exactly like it. Aizawa likes to do your hair too sometimes, but he only knows how to put it in a simple braid.

They're will be a lot fun activities for you to do with them. You can be having karaoke nights with Hizashi, Aizawa watching you guys with just pure adoration in hie eyes. You can play video games with Aizawa, which he is scary good at, especially at Among us. Family game nights are a must!

If you have any other hobbies or passions, you'll have 2 dads, cheering for you. They'll get you the best supplies available. If you win an award, any award, no matter how small, they'll tell you how proud they are and put your achievements either on the fridge or somewhere where everyone can see it.

Of the two, Aizawa would be the to quickly pick up on your mood. He knows when you're lying, when you're sad, or when you've just had a bad day at school. Hizashi would notice too, but it would be Aizawa who would know if you needed some space or if you needed to talk it out; they've always it clear to you that the latter option is always open.

Once they find out whats the reason you're feeling so down, they'll comfort you. You guys would often cuddle on the sofa as a funny movie played on the TV. Once you've gone to bed, they go and eliminate the cause of distress. Oh did you fail a test? Its okay, they'll tutor you personally. Oh did your favourite character die? Cry it out sweetie and let's go buy some of the character's merchandise . Oh did someone confess their feelings to you and you don't know what to do? Don't worry, he's taken care of.

Dating isn't an option. They'll be quick to reject him/her, listing reasons to you exactly why they're not good for you. Of course, nobody deserves their baby. But if you do go against their wishes, and still get an s/o in secret, they'll find about it. If they're thinking about how to separate you guys, and you walk in all heartbroken because your s/o broke up with you, with no persuasion from the couple; on the inside they'll be both glad and mad. Hizashi will be comforting you, cooing sweet nothings in your ear, while Aizawa would be standing with a "I warned you" look on his face at first but then he sees your red, teary face, your lips wobbling, your eyes full of pools of tears, and immediately his stern exterior would melt and he'll gather you in his arms and let you cry into his chest, while his mind will go to "MURDER". You're their sweet girl, their precious little baby. How dare someone play with your feelings like that. Your ex better sleep with one eye open.

If you do somehow find about what really happened to your parents, and you try to run away from them, not only will they have you back in their arms within the hour, they'll take you somewhere countryside. Its always been noisy in the city anyway. They'll try to explain to you, that they really just did all of this to protect you and that it should show how much they love you and care about you. No physical punishment will ever meet you. No, they can't bear the thought of hurting you! They'll use manipulation to control you, and they are master manipulators. They do so much for you, aren't they enough?

Just be happy they still allow you to roam around the countryside, and not had you locked up in your room. School would be off the table for a while, as will any connection to your friends. Its about time they all had a family vacation anyway.

I'd let Erasermic adopt me in a heartbeat, ngl. 👊 Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed this! Requests are OPEN. :)

#yandere erasermic #yandere eraserhead #yandere present mic #yandere erasermic x reader #platonic yandere #erasermic x reader #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha #yandere mha #bnha headcanons #yandere aizawa x reader #yandere present mic x reader #yandere shouta aizawa #yandere hizashi #aizawa x reader #platonic erasermic

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jaeminlore · 4 years

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Landslide | Mark Lee

summary: time makes you bolder. even children get older, and i’m getting older too.

words: 7.1k+

category: teacher!mark, single parent!reader, fem!presenting!reader, graham is the sweetest kid, mark is that teacher that lets kids pick earthworms during recess, friends to lovers, mark’s apartment is flooded so now he has to live in domestic bliss with his secret crush oh nooooo

warnings: talk of absent fathers

author note: it’s my birthday tomorrow so i wanted to give u all a present for supporting me for so long!! here’s to you <3 (cross-posted on /honklore)

Mark helps one of his kids press their palms onto the wall. When they release their palm, pink paint remains, making a sort of leaf to the tree branches painted onto the wall.

“Now write your name,” Mark advises another kid, whose orange paint had already dried.

“G-R-A-H-A-M,” the boy writes out with a large permanent marker. “Can I take a picture? For my mom?”

All the rest of the children begin to shout their agreements, also wanting to bring home a picture for their parents. Mark grabs his yellow Polaroid camera and takes a picture of each handprint.

He keeps all of the pictures in the chest pocket of his denim jacket. “Okay, guys— to the sink! Whoever has the cleanest hands gets to help me pass out snacks!”

“Why are we having snack time so early?” It’s Graham that asks, the little one always eager to be around Mark.

Mark ignores the boy’s paint covered hands poking at his clean jacket, and answers him as politely as he can. “Mr. Lee forgot his lesson plans today, so we’re going to watch a movie instead.”

“A movie?” Graham’s eyes widen.

“Yep,” Mark giggles. He crouches down to Graham’s level and whispers, “You wanna pick it?”

“Nature Nut!” Graham cheers almost immediately, causing Mark to wince.

Ah, yes, the wonderful little DVDs of a lonesome man teaching the watcher about bugs and weird types of slugs. Mark actually has the entire collection, and Graham happens to adore them just as much as Mark did when he was a kid.

“Alright, go wash your hands and I’ll get it started.”

It’s a little girl named Hana who cleans her hands the best, so she passes out organic fruit gummies to everyone while Mark puts in the DVD.

While they watch the video, Mark checks his text messages.

There’s one from Taeyong: “I’ve already got Haechan on the couch. Sorry, man. You can have the floor, but it’s not gonna be comfy :(“

Right. Mark forgot that Haechan lives in the same complex as him. His apartment is probably just as flooded as Mark’s is. Now if the landlord would just answer his calls and help him... maybe this situation wouldn’t be so stressful.

Mark didn’t forget his lesson plans; they’re just submerged in his bedroom with everything else Mark has left lying on his carpet. And maybe it’s his fault for not buying more storage bins, but a studio apartment can only hold so much stuff.

Serves Mark right for doing his lesson plans at home instead of at the school like most of his fellow kindergarten teachers.

He lets out a quiet sigh, careful not to disturb the children. He only has a short list of friends left to ask, and while he doesn’t think they’ll mind him asking, he really hates to put anyone in that position.

Besides, most of his friends have roommates or significant others and Mark doesn’t want to ruin their routine. He’d hate to intrude. And he could always sleep in his car for a few days, but the amount of stuff he had to pack because of the flooding has barred any chance of a good night’s sleep.

The video ends, and Mark gets the kids seated with coloring pages until their parents arrive.

One by one, he I.Ds the parents and tells the kids goodbye, helping them put on their coats and take home whatever library book they picked out earlier.

Finally, there’s only one kid left, and Mark is a bit embarrassed of his hyper-awareness to Graham. It’s not even his fault, really. Graham just has a beautiful mom, who happens to be Mark’s beautiful friend, and sometimes Mark gets eager to see you during pickup time.

Whatever. It’s no big deal.

The kindergartener already has his coat on. His curly brown hair is almost unruly as he continues to work on his coloring sheet.

Mark pulls at the hem of his sage sweater sleeves and wonders if his hair looks okay. Maybe he should invest in a little desk mirror; or maybe that’s vain.

“Hey, Mark! Sorry I’m late!” You rush in, holding on to your leather messenger bag. You fix your glasses before they fall off the bridge of your nose, and Mark is so focused on the movement that he almost forgets about your child.

Until said child is scolding his mother. “Mom! You have to call him Mr. Lee! It’s rude to call him Mark!”

“Your mom is an adult,” Mark reminds Graham (as soon as he finds his voice.) “Since she isn’t a student, it’s okay for her to call me Mark.”

Graham pinches his lips together, and then shrugs. “Fine. Mom, we watched Nature Nut today.” He runs up to you and wraps his arm around your middle. “Can we go to the park and look for slugs?”

“Sure,” you giggle. “But we need to get home soon, okay, Bud? I have to make dinner and then we have to clean up the mess we made last night.”

Graham turns to Mark and smiles naughtily, like the trickster he often is. “Mom said I could tear up her papers last night. She said it’s There-pee.”

“Ther-a-py,” you emphasize for the five-year-old.

Mark studies your face, and he can tell that you seem a little more stressed than usual. “Therapy, huh?”

You smile sheepishly. “Well, when your son catches you tearing up old love notes, you have to let him in on the fun, right?”

“You are a team,” Mark acknowledges. He wants to ask more; wants to dig into your heart and extract whatever is hurting you, but your son is standing between the two of you, waiting for him to say goodbye. Mark clears his throat and picks at his sweater again. “Anyways, uh, text me tonight? Let me know you two got home safe. And, I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” you breathe. You smile at him and then take Graham’s hand. “Thanks, Mark. I’ll text you.”

Mark spends the night at a motel down the road. He texts a few of his friends and hopes for good news in the morning, or at least a confirmation from his landlord.

When you text him, a little selfie of you and Graham, holding up what looks like microwaved s’mores, his heart grows fond, and he forgets about his own problems for a moment.

Life has never been very easy for you. From the get-go, you have always been destined to fail, growing up with an absent father and an overworked mother. With a dead-end dream like yours (writing, of all things), it’s no wonder you clung to what little breaths of freedom you had.

He was handsome and bold, with a carefree smile and brown eyes that mirrored the sun. The lead singer of a band, with a voice like chimes. And you fell just as hard as one of your many protagonists. Perhaps the mistake always lay in the fact that you put too much fantasy into reality. You have always romanticized the littlest things, and that comes back to bite you more often than not.

You never expected one: to get pregnant your senior year of high school, and two: have to go through it alone.

Of course, most people you come to love leave eventually. It’s something you have always remembered; something that sticks in the back of your brain like gum to the bottom of your child’s Spider-man skechers.

Graham is the only constant in your life. Though you’ve been blessed with a decent job editing for a webazine company, and you can work from home more often than not, Graham is the real thing that keeps you alive.

He’s the most precious boy, with brown curls and big brown eyes. He favors his father, and though that should deter you, it reminds you of innocent days, and it gives a new meaning to brown eyes. Graham is not his father, and he never was.

Graham certainly got his love of learning from you. Though he likes science more than writing, you adore how eager he is to always get to school. It helps that Mark is his teacher.

Mark’s been your friend since freshman year of highschool, when the two of you both took the same creative writing class the local university offered. Though the two of you had differing end goals, you often studied together and encouraged each other. He was there when you found out you were pregnant, and he was there when you found out you’d be raising your child alone.

Now life comes full circle, and you see him twice a day. You could go out on a limb and say he brightens up most mornings, but you would still give that slot to your son.

Mark is standing at the doorway now, greeting all of his students and helping them take off their book bags and coats. He’s wearing monochrome today: red pants, a red sweater, and red shoes.

Graham lights up almost immediately, and you are thankful today that you decided to dress Graham in his red t-shirt. “Mom! We match!”

“I know,” you grin, squeezing his hand.

Mark glances at Graham, and then you. His cheeks showcase that same pink hue they always do, and while it should clash with his red garments, it doesn’t. “Hey, Mark.”

“Hey,” he grins, cheeks full at the sight of you two.

Graham spreads his arms and waits for Mark to help him take off his jacket. “Do you see that we match, Mr. Lee?”

“Yo, that’s awesome, Little Man!” Mark gives Graham a fist bump that seems to appease him, and you wait for Graham to run to his friends before addressing Mark.

“How have you been?”

Mark sighs. He brushes his hair away from his eyes. “Okay. My- uh- my studio apartment flooded so I’m staying at a motel until my landlord can get me estimates on when I can come back home.”

“That sucks,” you frown. “You know, if you need a place to stay, I have a pullout couch in my office. And obviously, Graham wouldn’t mind.”

Mark pales. “Are you serious? I didn’t mean to suggest anything, Like I know you work from home and you need your office.”

“And you’ll be at school until three,” you say. “I’ll work then. C’mon, Mark. I don’t like knowing one of my friends has no place to stay.”

Mark bites his bottom lip and scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah. Okay. I’ll drive over after I check out of the motel.”

“Great!” You smile. “I’ll order pizza.”

"Graham, clean your room," you say, struggling to push your desk against your office wall. "We're going to have a guest for a few weeks."

"Mom," Graham whines, "They aren't going to look in my room."

You begin to take the cushions out of the spare couch to start setting up the pull-out bed. "Mr. Lee is coming over, Graham. Don't you want to show him your collections?"

Graham's brown eyes grow wide. "Mr. Lee? You didn't tell me he was coming!"

"He's going to be staying with us for a little bit, okay? So I need you to be on your best behavior."

“Can I show him my worms?” Graham asks, alluding to the compost bin in the small backyard of your townhouse.

“Yes,” you say, thankful that he isn’t putting up much of a fight toward cleaning. You’re also thankful he isn’t asking any questions, as Graham always seems to have a few at the top of his tongue.

Graham cleans up his room quickly. You know for a fact that he’s just shoved all of his toys under his bed, but it’s enough until the weekend, when you’ll have more time to help him organize.

The little guy hoards rocks like no one’s business. You curse the day Mark decided to teach the kids about geodes.

“Wanna help me make up Mr. Lee’s room?” You half-yell, while grabbing spare bedding out of your linen closet.

Graham’s little footsteps are heard before he answers, and soon he’s at your hip with a quick, “He can have my Frozen pillowcase!”

You hesitate to tell Graham that his Frozen pillowcase is currently on one of your pillows, and you can’t give your guest a dirty pillowcase. “That one is in the wash, Buddy. Why don’t we give him your Spider-Man one?”

“So he matches my pajamas!” Graham is easily pleased, and he even takes one of his stuffed bears to add to Mark’s made-up bed. (“So he doesn’t get scared at night.”)

By the time the pizza arrives, Mark is just behind, so you keep Graham busy with a slice of cheese and a glass of diet pepsi (only half of a can, and only because it’s a special occasion) while the two of you bring in Mark’s stuff.

He surprisingly didn’t bring much, and when you ask about it, he grimaces. “My studio is pretty small so a lot of my stuff was on the ground and got mildewed. Other stuff was in bins so I just left it there. I only need clothes and my lesson plans, anyway.”

“Well, here’s the desk and bed. It’s not much, but there’s a lock on the door in case Graham ever gets too inquisitive — bless him — and curtains so the stupidly bright sun won’t wake you too early.”

“Those both sound like personal experiences, Y/n,” Mark teases. He takes off his jacket and throws it on the bed. “Yo! Spider-Man?”

“Graham picked it out,” you say. “He also relinquished one of his bears to keep you safe in the middle of the night. His words, not mine.”

“He’s so cute,” Mark mentions offhandedly. The fondness in his tone takes you back a bit. Not because the phrase isn’t true, it’s just that most people find your son annoying before they find him endearing. The change of tone is nice.

“He is,” you say. “And he’s dying to show you his room after we eat dinner.”

Mark gives you that same lopsided smile he often had in high school. Part of your brain shifts to his personal life, and you wonder why Mark himself isn’t in a romantic relationship. Not that he has to be, but the both of you are getting older, and Mark has always been one to express a fondness for having his own family one day. Maybe he just hasn’t found the right person.

It isn’t until Graham is peacefully in bed — after a very chaotic reading of Goodnight Moon by yours truly, and an argument that Mr. Lee cannot, in fact, sleep in the same room as him — that you actually have a chance to show Mark around the house.

“Here’s the guest bathroom. Graham almost always uses the bathroom in my room because he likes looking at the big tub. He will beg you to play with him, but if you’re busy don’t feel guilty telling him no. He knows what no means and he’s good about playing by himself.”

Mark giggles. “Okay. I don’t mind playing with him, though.“

You show him around the kitchen, where you left little spaces for him in the pantry. You show him the garbage bags and the T.V. settings and the list of compostable ingredients. “And also, please come and go as you please. Like, I completely understand that you’re here temporarily and you aren’t a babysitter or anything like that. I don’t expect you to be in charge of Graham any time outside of school.”

Mark blinks. “But if you ever need time away, you can ask me. I don’t mind babysitting.”

“I know,” you smile. “But Graham is my kid. I don’t need time away from him.”

You’re lying. Mark knows it. You’ve been in this single parenting thing for five years and you aren’t about to reach out for help now.

“Anyways, if you have any questions just ring me or ask me,” you say. “I’ve got to get to bed. Goodnight.”

“Thanks, Y/n.”

Mark thinks it’s sweet the way Graham insists on making his own breakfast.

You’re already up when Mark gets out of his (temporary) bedroom with his clothes tucked under his arm. You’re busy arguing with Graham. “You can’t fry your own omelette for the last time.”

Mark quirks an eyebrow at your exasperated face. You look stressed beyond belief, even though the day has just begun.

Mark tosses his clothes back in his room and walks into the kitchen. “Hey, Graham! Do you want to show me your rock collection?”

Graham spins on his sock-clad heels, eyes bright at the thought of seeing his teacher. “Mr. Lee! Yes! Let’s go!”

He grabs Mark’s hand with ease, leaving you room to finish making breakfast.

Graham’s room is fairly simple. The small wooden bed is covered in a green quilt, and beneath that, frozen-printed sheets that certainly don’t match. He has a tub of stuffed animals shoved against a small dresser.

Mark gets distracted by the framed picture on top of the dresser. It’s a picture of you and Graham’s father, a few months before you got pregnant. He’s smiling, and you’re holding up a peace sign. It makes Mark feel a bit sad, knowing that Graham’s dad never stayed around to see how wonderful he turned out to be. Then again, a lot of people in your life left as soon as they found out. In high school, no one wants to be friends with a teenage mother.

Mark reckons that if he had a family like this, he’d never take them for granted.

Graham pulls out a gemstone. It’s a murky green one that Mark has let him take home from class. “Do you remember this, Mr. Lee?”

Mark grins. “Yeah, bud. Thanks for keeping it so safe for me.”

Graham beams. He grabs Mark’s hand and pulls him towards his dresser. “Can we match? I want to look like you.”

Mark feels his heart swell. He wants to smother the young boy in affection, but he doesn’t want to cross a line. He’s your friend, sure, but he’s also Graham’s teacher. He can’t coddle Graham more than the other children. He already has a godchild to coddle. “I’m wearing yellow today. Do you have any yellow clothes?”

“Let’s look!” Graham yanks open one of the drawers and begins pulling out the articles of clothing one by one. “No, no, no... Here!” He finds a pair of yellow overalls, folded amongst the mess he made. “I’ll wear these!”

“Let’s clean up first, okay?” Mark grabs the overalls. “So it’s clean when you come home from school.”

Graham, looking like the last thing he’d ever want to do is disappoint Mark, begins to pick up each shirt with obvious intent. He tries to fold them, and does a somewhat decent job, so much so that Mark leaves it, thinking you’ll find it endearing rather than annoying.

He really loves that about you. He likes your patience with Graham. You’re so young, and in reality, he squashed so many early dreams of yours. No matter your lot in life, you never blamed your child. Mark thinks that’s why Graham is so open, so adaptable, so endearing.

He helps Graham get dressed and leaves him in his room so that he, himself, can get ready.

When he emerges from his shower, hair wet and clothed in yellow, he smells something amazing.

He doesn’t want to intrude on your morning with Graham. He already feels too indebted to you already.

“Have an omelet,” you say. Wisps of hair cover your face. You place a plate down in front of him.

Graham is already eating his omelet, slowly, while flipping through a picture book. He sounds out words he recognizes, but stays silent the rest of the time.

Mark takes out his phone and scrolls through his instagram feed just as your own phone begins to ring.

“Shit,” you curse, and then immediately apologize to Graham. You press the red button and tap anxiously on the tabletop.

“Everything okay?” Mark asks.

You run your hands over your hair and let them rest on the back of your neck. “Yeah is just—“

The phone rings again, and this time you pick it up. “What do you want? ... Why would you tell me that? ... Why should I care? ... Please stop contacting me, okay? Goodbye.”

You slam the phone down and leave the room. Mark watches you disappear down the hallway, sniffling.

“Mommy is upset,” Graham says. He looks at Mark, lip quivering. “At me?”

“No, Buddy! Of course not!” Mark reaches over the table to ruffle Graham’s curls. “Never at you.”

“When we tore up paper, she was crying.” Graham fiddles with his book page.

Mark wonders why your ex’s actions are being brought up five years later. Last he heard, you had fully healed from the breakup long before Graham’s first birthday. But now he’s about to be six, and you're suddenly upset?

He’ll have to ask you about it soon.

“Are you ready to go to school, Buddy?”

“Yeah!”

You cradle your face in your hands and try to ease the tears back in. You’ll never get this article proofread and sent if you can’t see the keys.

The door opens, and Graham runs in just in time for you to finish wiping your eyes. “Hey, kiddo! How was school?”

“Mr. Lee let us finger paint!” Graham holds up his palm, covered in dried paint, and grins brightly. “Can I have gogurt?”

“Yeah bud. Why don’t you put something on the T.V.? You can have your snack in the living room today.”

“Yes!” Graham takes blueberry gogurt out of the fridge and — after getting you to tear it open — runs into the living room. Sneakers and backpack still on.

Mark trails behind, clutching a messenger bag to his chest. “What’s going on?”

You sigh and close the laptop. The manuscript will have to wait. “Ben called. About a week ago. His girlfriend is pregnant. Called me to tell me he wasn’t going to leave her— like that would heal what he did to me. Then he called this morning to tell me they’re engaged.” You burst into tears then, and you feel so pathetic for doing this in front of your old schoolmate, that you hide your face behind your palms and allow your shoulders to shake. “Why weren’t we enough? Why wasn’t I enough?”

Mark scoots one of the chairs in front of you and sits, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Hey. Look at me.” With gentle hands, he grabs your wrists and pulls them away from your face. “It is not your fault he left.”

“But it has to be me in some way,” you retort. “He must not have loved me. Something, because now he’s going to raise her child after he left mine. Graham deserves a dad.”

Mark places his forehead against yours. The two of you used to do it all the time in school, mostly with immature giggles in the spaces between, but now it’s heavy with intention. “Graham has not felt even a little bit unloved in your care. You are all he needs, okay? You’re amazing.”

You nod, head still pressed to Mark’s. “Yeah. Okay. Sorry for getting too emotional, there.”

“Be as emotional as you want,” Mark says. “I’ll be here to balance you out.”

Your heart stutters at the words, like maybe they mean something more than he’s letting on. Of course it’s stupid to think Mark Lee would ever even consider you, but just the knowledge that he cares makes your soul feel a little lighter.

“I’m a mess,” you stutter, bringing your fist up to wipe at your nose.

“Nah,” Mark grins. He runs the pad of his thumb across your cheek and grins. “You’re alright.”

“It’s snowing!” Graham wakes Mark up by jumping on his chest.

Mark sucks in a breath, winded at the sudden weight, and grabs the boy, lifting him off of his chest and onto the mattress. “Hey, Buddy. Let’s not jump on sleeping people, okay?”

“Okay,” Graham says. He’s already lost interest in Mark, now crawling off of the bed to open the blinds. “Come look at the snow!”

“I see!” Mark rubs his tired eyes and checks his watch. “We might have a snow day, Graham.”

“Yes!” Graham pumps his fist into the air. “Let’s go tell mom!”

You’re sitting on your bed, chewing on a red licorice rope and flipping through a fashion magazine. You look up when Mark and Graham enter.

Mark likes seeing you like this: the domesticity of you in the morning, lazy and true. His chest sparks when he thinks this may be one of the only moments he can capture you like this, so he intends to commit the sight to memory.

“Did I hear snow day?” You grin at Mark, childlike wit in your own eyes — the same as your son’s.

“Looks like it.” Mark rolls up the sleeves of the sweater he slept in. “You want pancakes? I make some mean chocolate chip pancakes.”

You shift your gaze away from his arms and clear your throat. “Uh, yeah. Just let me get dressed and I’ll help—“

“No need,” Mark insists. “Enjoy your quiet time. Graham and I will make the most delicious pancakes you’ve ever tasted.”

“With lots of chocolate chips!” Graham shouts.

You give him a pointed look. “But not too many.”

Graham huffs. “But not too many,” he repeats.

Momentary splashes sound from your bathroom, followed by Graham screaming “It’s a dragon! Run for cover!”

Mark giggles from his place on the couch. He’s got mushroom-patterned socks on, and he’s tucked up into the cushions, nursing a can of Monster. “How does he still have so much energy?”

You sigh and pull your beanie down over your forehead. “You’d think a snow day would tire him out. Thanks for constantly carrying him up the hill, by the way. I know you’re a teacher, but sometimes I forget how good you are with kids.”

“I do have a godson,” Mark reminds you.

“But Mikey is a baby,” you say. You only know the baby’s name because of Mark’s constant snap stories about him.

“Most babies and kids want the same thing. Affection and attention.” Mark scoots over to the edge of the couch and pats the cushion.

You sit next to him. “I guess that’s true. You’re really good with Graham. He’s not this open to other adults.”

Mark is clearly blushing now; you can see his pink cheeks even in the light of the television. “He’s great in class, always helping the other kids.”

“He wants to impress you,” you say. You pop open a can of orange soda and take a sip. “He thinks you’re just the coolest guy.”

Mark laughs and shakes his head. “Didn’t you hear, Y/n? I’m handsome and cool.”

“Oh, of course,” you nudge his shin with our own sock-clad foot. “How could I forget? Mr. Ladies Man in high school.”

This makes Mark blush even harder, because he most certainly was not a ladies man in high school. In fact, he was a nerd in all senses of the word, part of the debate club with a few other boys. He had a few dates here and there, but nothing ever stuck.

“Shut up,” he mumbles. “My time is gonna come.”

“Hasn’t it already?” you ask before you can really process your own words. But of course he knows that he’s grown into his face, right?

Mark is positively handsome, eyes bright and lashes long. He’s so warm and comforting to you. He must be just as comforting to everyone else.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re handsome, Mark,” you say plainly.

“You mean that?”

“Of course I do,” you say. “Why would I lie?”

Mark opens his mouth, perhaps to call you out. To tell you you’ve been too honest, but he’s interrupted by your son.

“Mom! I’m ready to get out now!”

“I should go,” you say, still looking at his eyes.

“Yeah,” he says. His sweater has small spots on the shoulders where snow has fallen and since melted. He shivers.

“You should take a shower. You’ll catch a cold.”

“Okay,” he whispers. “Yeah, I’ll do that.”

Haechan comes over the following Saturday night to hang out with Mark, and you’re surprised at how much he truly hasn’t changed since high school.

He’s still got infamously perfect eyebrows, and his voice is still high despite its blunt sarcasm. “Nice place.” He raises his brows as he looks around.

“Who are you?” Graham is sitting at the kitchen table, watching Minecraft playthroughs (kid-friendly ones you’ve watched through yourself) on your phone to entertain himself while you clean.

“I’m Haechan, Mark’s friend.”

“This is Mr. Lee’s friend from school,” you say, detailing your words so they’re easier for your son to digest.

Graham stares at him for a moment, not quite judging but not quite accepting either. “Okay. Do you want to see my rock collection?”

Haechan looks genuinely excited, and accepts before you can come up with an excuse for him. Graham tells Haechan to stay in the kitchen while he grabs all of his rocks.

“How have you been?” you ask the taller man. “Like, with the flooding and everything?”

“Well, I’m on a couch at Taeyong’s, which is good since he doesn’t charge rent. But that means I’m near Mikey, and that baby has some lungs.”

You laugh. “I remember when Graham was a baby. I was so young, and my mom told me it was my responsibility to wake up and take care of him whenever he cried in the middle of the night. I was so pissed at her for making me do that, but those were some of the best nights to bond with him.” You realize you’re rambling and shake your head. “Whatever. Baby screams are loud as hell.”

“You can say that again. I’ve been talking to my friend Johnny about taking his spare room and paying rent. I dunno how many more sleepless nights I can take.”

“Why would you need to pay rent if you’re just crashing?” You wipe down the kitchen table to keep yourself busy.

“Didn’t Mark tell you? Our landlord is in heaps of trouble because the pipes weren’t up to code and that’s why they busted. The damage is basically too expensive to fix, so we’ve got to find new places.”

You stop cleaning. “Mark didn’t tell me that.”

“Oh.” Haechan scratches his brow. “He probably didn’t want to worry you. He feels really bad that he’s stayed with you this long.”

“It’s only been a month or so,” you counter. “Besides, Mark’s a great housemate. He cleans and keeps Graham occupied. Plus, now I have someone to watch corny game shows with.”

Haechan grins. “Oh. Okay, I get it.”

“Get what?” Mark, finally out of the shower, steps into the kitchen and immediately tackles Haechan in an energized hug.

“Nothing!” Haechan’s voice cracks

You shoot Haechan a weird look, and change the subject. “Where are you guys going?”

“To play video games at Johnny’s.” Mark says, and the thrill in his voice makes you think of high school. Of the debate team bus rounding the corner. Of you standing there, waiting to congratulate him with a big hug and a frosty from Wendy’s.

You miss it. “Have fun, okay? I’m probably going to tuck in as soon as Graham does, so just let yourself in.”

“You’re leaving?” Graham comes in, and his arms are filled with smooth and rough stones and gems he’s both found by himself and bought at random general stores while traveling.

“Not before I see your rocks!” Haechan says with so much enthusiasm, you think he’s telling the truth.

Graham giggles and drops the rocks onto the ground. Of course, he wants your guest to sit on the floor and count rocks. You’re almost embarrassed.

“ ‘ Okay, Y/n?” Mark laughs at your expression. Then he places his arm on your shoulder, thumbs the skin of your upper arm.

And once again, it’s high school. It’s senior year graduation and Mark is the only one who congratulates you. It’s his comforting touch, him coming over in the middle of the night after you texted him a picture of your first sonogram. It’s that same comforting touch. That little “I’m here,” and it melts you on the inside, leaves you in the shell of an eighteen girl again. Scared, and worried, and a little less alone.

“Yeah,” you manage. “I’m okay.”

The television plays Cartoon Network reruns on a low hum. Mark is curled up in a blanket, nursing a bottle of water and thinking over Haechan’s words.

You’ve liked her since high school, dude.

Which is a complete lie. Seriously, Mark didn’t have a crush on you in high school. He would know if he had a crush on his best friend. You’ve been his friend since freshman year, and that’s all you’ve ever been.

Now in college, it was different. In college, Mark was alone in a dorm with Taeyong, and you were one of the only people from high school he stayed in contact with. In college, he would bring you your favorite snacks and drinks, and other things you would forget to buy because you were a part-time student and a full-time mom. In college, you would pull all-nighters with him, working on your exams while Graham was asleep, then using energy drinks to get through the next day.

Mark even remembers the time your mom caught the three of you fast asleep on your rug, with unopened monster cans and an empty milk bottle beside you.

Throughout your entire pregnancy he was warned not to stay friends with the pregnant girl — it’d be too much for him, he wouldn’t want to become the new father, and all kinds of other stuff people would mumble to him when you weren’t around.

But you never expected him to be anything other than your friend. You never asked him for the help he gave — though you thanked him always — and you never once assumed he’d take the role of Graham’s dad.

And now… now he finds himself wishing you would.

“Mr. Lee?” Graham creeps up without him even realizing.

Mark jumps, sets his water — and thoughts — aside. “Hey, Bud. It’s really late. What are you doing up?”

Graham sniffs, and Mark realizes that the boy is crying. “I had a nightmare.”

Mark holds out his arms before he can think, and lets the five-year-old crawl into his lap. He wraps them both in his blanket and turns the television up just a little more. “Was it scary?”

“You left.” Graham says, voice less watery, like he doesn’t know the weight of his words. He’s focused on the rerun of Adventure Time that’s playing. He’s not even remotely interested in his nightmare now, with his tears dried up, and his eyes drooping back towards slumber.

“I’m going to leave one day,” Mark says, because he thinks it’s important that Graham knows.

“You should stay with me and Mom,” Graham says. He yawns. “We like you so much!”

Mark’s heart stutters. He tries not to think about it.

When Graham’s bed is empty the next morning, you freak out. He’s always in his room in the morning. Even if he wakes up before you, he stays in and plays with his toys.

You’ve already got your phone out, and your mother’s number called, when you walk into the living room.

Relief floods your system. Mark and Graham are asleep on the couch, snuggled up serenely like they didn’t just cause you to have a premature heart attack.

You hang up before the call to your mom can go through and stand there, watching the two boys sleep. Graham has both his arms wrapped around Mark’s forearm. It’s such a sweet picture that you take out your phone and snap one.

The flash is on.

Mark scrunches his nose and winces. “What the–”

“Sorry!” You whisper. “You both looked so cute, I couldn’t help it.”

Mark smiles, still sleepy, and finally opens his eyes. He peers at you, copper brown under fluttering lashes and you’re almost intimidated into looking away. “He had a nightmare.”

“Oh?”

“About me leaving.”

“Oh.” You frown. “I’m really sorry about that. I keep telling him that you’re moving out soon, but I don’t think he fully understands.”

Graham stirs. You reach down and pick him up. Your knuckles brush across Mark’s warm, sweater-clad chest and you suddenly wish you could cuddle with him, too. You shake the thoughts away and focus on your drowsy son. “You’re staying at Grandma's for a few days, remember?”

Graham rubs his eyes and perks up. “And I’ll see her cat?”

“Yes,” you confirm. “But we’ve got to get you dressed because she’s coming in a few minutes.”

“Mark Lee!” Your mom’s voice embarrassingly rings through the apartment, and you realize Mark has taken it upon himself to open the door. “Y/n told me she had a temporary roommate but I never thought she would finally ask you!”

“Oh my gosh…” you mumble, buckling Graham’s overalls and hauling him up into your arms. “Mom! His apartment flooded so he’s staying here. Don’t be weird about it.”

“But he’s so handsome,” your mom coos. You’re concerned she might reach forward and pinch Mark’s already ruddy cheeks.

“Thanks,” Mark laughs. “But she’s right, I’m just squatting until I can find a new place.”

Your mom harrumphs. “Well, I don’t see why you can’t stay here forever. Y/n doesn’t even use that office room. And even if she did, the two of you could just share a room.”

“Mom!” You plunk Graham into her hands and grab his overnight bag. “You have to leave.”

“Did I say something wrong?” She sounds worried, but there’s an undisclosed mirth in her eyes that makes you think of your freshman year, when you did have a crush on Mark.

“You said everything wrong,” you say, kindly pushing her out. “Have a good time, Graham. I love you! As always, Mom, call if you need me to come get him.”

“Yeah, right!” She yells over her shoulder. Graham is already giggling, so you close the door with confidence.

You turn back to your roommate. “I’m sorry about that, Mark.”

“It’s fine.” He smiles, but it’s reserved. “But speaking of me finding a place… I know Haechan told you that I can’t go back to my own apartment. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“It’s okay,” you say. You want to say “You can stay here as long as you want, and long as you’ll let me keep you,” but that would reveal too much, and you don’t want to lose the one good friend you have.

“And I was thinking I should move out soon anyway.” Mark pulls his sweater sleeves until they cover his hands. He’s hiding. He’s shielding himself the same way he did in junior year, when he got turned down by his crush to go to the prom. “I don’t think it’s good for Graham to get this attached to me if I’m just going to leave.”

“Oh,” Your sleeves are too short, but you want to shield yourself too. “Yeah, that’s… that’s probably a good idea.”

Mark stands there for a beat, like he’s waiting for you to say something more. Like he hasn’t just taken your heart and pushed it aside. Like this hurts a lot less than it actually does.

But any word out of your mouth would be tearful. It would be honest. It would ruin everything. “I’m going to go on a run.”

There’s a cricket outside that won’t stop chirping against your window. You blame it for your insomnia, choosing to ignore the anxiety of eventually losing Mark. It feels so horribly childish, since you’ll see him when you drop Graham off at school. And you’ll see him whenever the two of you go out for coffee on weekends.

But you won’t see him in the kitchen, reaching for the pancake mix so his shirt rises up and you can see the dimples in his back. You won’t see him humming along to the radio while he works on his lesson plans. You won’t feel his warmth when the two of you stay awake, nursing spiked lemonade and giggling at the commentary videos you find on YouTube.

He’ll just be Mark again. He won’t be home anymore.

Startled by the realization, you get out of your covers and rush to your door.

It opens before you can even reach for the doorknob, and there’s Mark in his pajamas, biting his lip and avoiding your eyes.

“I don’t want you to leave,” you say.

Mark confesses, “I love you.”

You open your arms and he dives in, face pressed into the space where your neck meets your shoulder. Warmth envelopes you and the scent of pine fills your nose.

Mark is timeless. Youthful glory and childish pride. He’s a pinch on the side and a push on the swings. Like a rock that actually skips on the first try. Like shoes that you can slip on when they’re still tied. And he’s here, in your arms, squeezing you like you’re something valuable enough to lose. He’s confessing love like you aren’t the worst possible candidate for his heart.

“I can’t offer you much,” you start, but Mark bumps his forehead against yours, boyish and playful — football fields and bright red lockers and secret notes on bathroom walls.

“I’ve known you for years, Y/n,” Mark’s voice is a low rumble. Copper eyes blinking at you like you’re something to second glance at. “I know what I’m getting into. I want you. I want Graham. I want everything this is, and everything we’ve been for the past month. I don’t want this to end.”

You close your eyes, because his are too honest. He’s open and vulnerable and gentle — a child on the first day of school, ready to make friends. You take a deep breath, try to remember what you were like on your first day. Rosy cheeks and shy glances. Knobby knees and a trusting heart. You reach out for whoever you once were — the Y/n with a heart open and willing to be loved. “I don’t want this to end either. I’m in love with you, Mark.”

His grin lights up your world in its entirety. Gold flecks in onyx black disappear as he smiles, too thrilled to keep his eyes open. And when he kisses you, warm lips against cold ones, you feel like a puzzle has just slotted into place.

It would only make sense that you would grow to love the boy you grew up with.

#Nct fluff #nct fanfiction #Nct angst #Nct scenarios #mark lee fluff #mark lee imagines #mark lee angst #mark lee fanfic #mark lee scenarios #mark lee x reader #nct x reader #destwrites

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Love Me Or Leave Me Part 2 | Chishiya Shuntaro [Alice In Borderland]

Chishiya x Reader

Summary: Still at the beach, you decide to return the cards by yourself while not believing Chishiya’s feelings. However, an incident with Niragi changes your mind.

Warnings: just a punch, niragi being niragi

part one

tags: @shyloh-the-cornsnake

You woke up in a room, which apparently wasn’t yours. Your ceiling wasn’t as clean as this one for sure. The last thing you remembered was Chishiya’s confession in the rooftop, he must have left the beach by now. Wrong-

“You’re awake,” Chishiya entered the room, sitting at the table near the bed. You assumed this must be his room, realising that you had never been in here. He just stared at you as you observed the room, expecting questions to come out from your mouth.

“Why are we still here?” That was the first thing you wanted to know. He told you he would take you with him but you were still at the beach, his plan couldn’t have failed.

“Right after I tased you, Kuina informed me that every exit was guarded by militants so we had to abandon our plan,” he leaned back on the chair, his hood up his head and hands in his pockets. That meant that they lost the chance to leave because he was looking for you but he didn’t seem mad about it. You felt bad. You would feel less guilty if it was only him who stayed behind but it was Kuina as well. His great desire to leave the beach was thrown away because he wanted you with him. That also should mean that he has feelings for you- no, that can’t be it.

“You should have left before looking for me.” You rested your back on the bed frame. No matter how much you wanted to hate him, you couldn’t. If he left, he would probably be safer. He stood up and walked over to you, sitting on your side of the bed. “There was no point in leaving without you and there is no point in living without you.”

You were surprised at what he said, for sure he had his way with words. You chuckled, not believing him. You wanted to believe him but what he did a few hours ago didn’t let you. He knew you wouldn’t believe anything he said, that wouldn’t stop him from trying though. “What about the cards? Did you return them?”

He pulled the cards out of his pocket, answering your question. You gasped at the sight. If they find out that the cards are missing, hell knows what will happen. They might kill everyone here. “We have to return them!”

Chishiya smirked at the mention of ‘we’, placing the cards back in his pocket. “It’s too dangerous to go back there.”

“We have to-”

“They’ll never suspect us. I was the one who told Hatter someone got in there!” He tried to calm you down by bringing up a realistic assumption. He wasn’t going to risk yours or his life by returning those cards, he’d prefer to burn them instead.

“That doesn’t matter! We have to return them or else innocent people will get hurt!” The last thing you wanted was people to die because of what you three did. You couldn’t just vanish their hope to go back to the real world because of a stupid plan. Sure, most of them would die anyway but you didn’t want it to be this way.

“You don’t know that-” Chishiya isn’t dumb, he knows people will definitely die.

“I am sure of it, Chishiya. Unlike you, I don’t want people to die because of me,” you brought up what happened a few hours ago. You had to be the considerate one among you two, it wasn’t right to let people die for your sake.

“What matters now is you and I being safe, we can’t do something so risky!” He ignored what you said about him, he didn’t have time to care for others. He wouldn’t sacrifice himself for someone he didn’t find worthy, who would do that? Judging by your personality and what you previously said, he knew you would. Your selflessness angered him, he couldn’t stand the thought of losing you. You’re the only one he would look out for, apart from himself.

“So now you care about me being safe? You know what? I am going to return them myself!” You stood up from the bed, determined to prevent a mass murder from happening.

“I am not letting you!” He reached out for your hand. He knew someone would see you, you didn’t know about who was wandering in the hallways. It was after midnight, the time when most people went to their rooms.

“I survived your plan, this will be nothing compared to that,” you yanked your hand out of his grip. You hated what he was doing. He was trying to look out for you when he literally had you in danger a few hours ago. You couldn’t understand him, even thinking about what was going on inside his head made you dizzy.

“Don’t make me tie you to the bed,” he stood up from the bed but you pushed him down. His back on the matress with you on top of him. One of his hands brought you closer to him, you didn’t resist and leaned into his ear. “Kinky but I’ll pass,” you quickly snatched the cards from his pocket and stood back up.

You walked to the door, him following you immediately. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back so you can use me for another plan of yours in the future.”

He watched you reach for the doorknob, trying to think of a way to stop you. His heart started beating faster at what you said, he really had messed up.

“I am sorry.”

Your hand fell from the doorknob to your side, these were three words that you never expected to hear from him.

“I am sorry that I used you before realising what you meant to me. I was stupid. I can’t lose you this time so please don’t go.” His eyes still held the dullness you were so used to, making it harder for you to believe him. You didn’t want to be fooled again, it would be embarrassing. You reminded yourself that the only person you could trust was yourself. Pushing your feelings for the male aside, you laughed loudly. The exaggerated reaction helped you ignore the pang in your chest. “Nice one! Who taught you to be so good with words? Did you take classes by some 1980′s gentleman?”

Although pissed that you just laughed at what he was feeling, the only thing he could do was sigh. Normally, he would curse and be mad at you but the guilt of his actions didn’t allow him to. “You’re probably hurt right now but-”

“Probably? Probably, Chishiya? You knew I loved you and you used that to satisfy your desires!” You were tired of dealing with him. You didn’t want to deal with him and his manipulative tricks anymore, it was getting exhausting. “If I don’t get caught while returning those cards, I don’t want to see you ever again.”

Before he could say anything, you left. His heart wanted to run after you but his brain told him not to so he didn’t. He sat down on his bed with a sigh. You survived earlier so you would survive now too. He didn’t need to worry, right? Lies, people here are dangerous.

“What are you sighing for?” Kuina entered his room, curious about why he seemed troubled. “Y/N is on her way to return the cards right now,” Chishiya informed her but it was like he reminded that to himself.

“Yeah, I know. I told her where the actual safe is and confirmed the password,” Kuina shrugged and her eyes fell to the bed. It was untidy and Chishiya doesn’t sleep at this hour so it was safe to say he had you lying here a few minutes ago.

“And you just let her go?” Again, it was like he was talking to himself.

“I assumed you already tried to stop her. If the person she loves didn’t manage to stop her, how could I?” She smirked, knowing well that he was disappointed at himself that he failed to stop you.

“She doesn’t love me anymore,” he sighed as he fixed his bed. It hurt to say that, you no longer smiled at him. You gave him the sharpest and coldest words, he never thought something like that would bother him that much.

“She does. You’re the one who doesn’t love her here.” She spoke the obvious, anyone who observed you two would think that Chishiya didn’t care about you at all. But it really wasn’t about how others viewed your relationship.

“I do.. love her.”

“Then act like it if you do!” She yelled frustrated. She really wanted Chishiya to be with someone that could change him for the better and that was you. The vibes he was giving off weren’t the usual boring and dull ones. She could have ran away from the beach but she chose to stay behind for you two to be happy together.

Before Chishiya ran to the rooftop, he offered her the cards to run away on her own in case he didn’t find you in time. She didn’t expect it from him, Chishiya giving up on his long planned desire to leave? Sure there were possibilites of finding you in time but they both knew they were low. Even if he did, he’d have to spend some time on persuading you. Although it would be smart to get the cards, she refused.

She was a little touched to see him in love, that’s definitely what he was. He was in love with you, he wouldn’t abandon his plan for someone who wasn’t important to him. “Whatever, I’ll be in her room.”

“I guess he found the one.” Kuina smirked, satisfied to have figured out that you were the one that was slowly breaking down Chishiya’s walls. Maybe one day, you wll be able to leave the beach all three of you together.

[...]

You stood outside Hatter’s, praying that he wasn’t in there. You took the risk and opened the door, not seeing anyone around. You rushed to the deer painting, taking down. You entered the code, flashbacks of your first try hitting you. You would have tried to open the wrong safe if you didn’t back out. It’s really crazy how one decision can change your whole life.

You left the room, your mission accomplished. You didn’t know but you really just saved the whole population of the beach. Actually scratch that, you knew.

“Oh, Y/N!” A very drunk Niragi bumped into you. You were a few meters away from Hatter’s room and you had no reason to be there, that would be suspicious. You gave him an awkward smile, trying to cover yourself up as his eyes roamed your body.

He walked closer to you and snaked an arm around your waist, “Since we’re alone, why don’t we have some fun?”

Your breath hitched in your throat as his breath hit your ear. There was no point in answering, he will have it his way anyway.

“Niragi!” Aguni pulled the boy away from you by his shirt, “Quit messing around, you’re on patrol!”

You finally could breathe properly thanks to Aguni, reminding yourself to thank him in away he wouldn’t understand. “What are you doing here?” He glared at you as Niragi got out of his grip, rolling his eyes at his boss.

“I got dragged here by that idiot,” you pointed at Niragi, who was trying his best to walk properly. Aguni nodded at you and followed the beach’s most dangerous man.

You sighed in relief and went to your room. You didn’t want to think what would have happened to you if he found out why you were really there. The only thing you wanted to do was go to dream land. You didn’t even bother to turn on the lights, you went staight to your bed.

“You’re late,” Chishiya turned on the lamp you had next to your bed, revealing himself. He had been pacing around the room, waiting for you to come back. Too worried that you wouldn’t return.

“I met Niragi on my way back,” you shivered, remembering his breath on your ear. Disgusting. Chishiya noticed and knew Niragi tried something, I mean Niragi is Niragi. “What did he do?”

“Nothing that could kill me.” You shot another remark, reffering to his plan.

“Yet.” He rolled his eyes, reminding you that Niragi is dangerous as well. He was actually more dangerous than everyone in the beach.

“Can you leave? I told you I don’t want to see you again.”

“It doesn’t seem like it,” he smirked at you, hands in his pockets. His usual posture.

“You let me open the wrong safe? You must really love me huh?” You changed the subject, your heart falling to your stomach. He really sacrificed you like that.

“Y/N-”

“Please go, I am tired of you.” You didn’t have the energy to deal with him. Talking to him was like trying to solve a riddle. Did he mean what he said? What was the hidden message behind his sentences? It drove you crazy how complicated he was. You wanted him to be simply honest with you.

“No, you are not. You still love me!” He expected you to come back into his arms after all this ‘persuading’ but you didn’t. Too mad that he was wrong, you finally saw a different expression on his face. You seemed to not love him anymore and he didn’t want to accept that.

“I don’t love y-”

He kissed you, he did what his heart wanted him to. He missed you, he never knew he needed you. It took one dangerous plan to make him realise that you were special to him, he wished he had been better at figuring out feelings. For once, he felt stupid. You pushed him away harshly, his eyes widening at your action. “You should really leave.”

He nodded, what did he expect? To be kissed back and make up? Obviously not, you were about to tell him that you didn’t love him anymore. He didn’t want to hear it so he kissed you. He walked out of the room, ready to accept the fact that he couldn’t have you anymore but then he heard your sobs.

You wanted to kiss him back but it was wrong to do so. He always has to confuse you and make you wonder if he really loves you. He always did that. You were genuinely tired of him but you needed him. You dropped down on the floor, the sobs making your whole body vibrate.

Why fall in love in a deadly world like this? Love here is unnecessary, it will break you and distract you even more. However, there was no point in fighting for visa days if you didn’t get to see him afterwards. All the moments that made you keep on fighting meant nothing to him. Deeply hurt by that, you pushed him away even though you have a clue of what he actually feels for you.

You believed what he said to you but you don’t want to risk it again. You acted like you didn’t for the sake of your pride and well being. The second one didn’t seem to work out though.

The only time you could feel at peace was when you were asleep. Surprisingly, you didn’t dream of him so you climbed up your bed in order to escape this mess.

Your sobs made Chishiya’s heart break. He never cared to consider someone else’s feelings but he cared about how you felt. Not only about how you felt for him but also how you felt in general.

You wouldn’t cry if you didn’t love him, right? As you can see, feelings are complicated to Chishiya too. He didn’t know how to handle them or tell them apart.

He had a hard time understanding you too, you weren’t the only one who was struggling. After you stopped crying, he decided to enter the room. You had fallen asleep on your bed and your eyes were swollen. He sighed as he covered you with a blanket.

He wasn’t going to give up on you. He will keep chasing you until you realise he is being sincere. Because to you, he wanted to be the most thoughtful, caring and loving person. You deserved more than a manipulator using you and he wasn’t going to be that to you anymore.

He’ll just have to try harder.

“Did you say goodbye?” Kuina asked him, leaning on the wall as he closed the door of your room.

“Actually, I decided to fight a little longer.” He had his usual smirk on but his eyes were different. They held hope, they were almost... bright. Kuina was more than excited to see Chishiya running after you, that’s not an everyday sight.

[...]

You woke up with the sunlight hitting your face. You didn’t remember leaving the curtains open though. “Does it bother you?” Chishiya stood in front of the window, blocking the sunlight from your view.

“It doesn’t bother me more than your face.” You turned around, your back facing him. Seeing him first thing in the morning wasn’t what you needed now, you needed to get away from him. Deep down, you were happy he didn’t give up on you and still came to see you.

You knew Chishiya, he would never go out of his way for someone. But here he was, in your room.

“Let’s go eat breakfast,” he rubbed your back, “As far as I am aware you haven’t eaten since yesterday.”

“You aren’t going to give up anytime soon, are you?” You asked, turning to face him. Trying to not seem affected by the physical contact.

“Nope,” he smirked at you. He stayed up all night and came early into your room, he wasn’t going to give up now.

“Fine. I hope food makes my day because your face just ruined it,” you got up, finally noticing the emptiness in your stomach.

“Keep telling yourself that, princess.” He chuckled at you, he lowkey liked your mean remarks but he preferred you being yourself with him. You weren’t cold and distant, this wasn’t you. It was just the act you put on when he was around.

“P-princess?” You exited your room, trying not to face him. He hadn’t used any pet names before, this was new. He really was trying hard.

Before Chishiya could tease you any farther, Niragi walked up to you. “I have something to discuss with the lady.”

“She’s with me now, come find her later.” Chishiya glared at him. No idiot would stop him from spending time with you, especially him.

“Look shorty, I don’t have time to waste with you.” He pointed his riffle at Chishiya and then rested it on his left shoulder.

“Then don’t and leave,” he held your hand and intertwined your fingers.

“Chishiya, you should go eat,” you grabbed the end of his sleeve with your other hand, squishing it. “I’ll talk with Niragi.” Although afraid of what Niragi would do, you wanted Chishiya to not get involved.

“But-”

“Yeah yeah, you’ll probably see her later.” Niragi dragged you away by your forearm. He made sure no one was around and pinned you on the wall. “So Y/N, tell me what were you doing near Hatter’s room yesterday?” He slammed his hand next to your head and placed on leg in between yours.

“Don’t you remember? You dragged me there.” You lied to him, not looking him in the eyes. You were so scared of him, he was unpredictable. He could rape you, kill you, hit you or let you go. “Oh honey I wasn’t that drunk, I remember finding you there.” He whispered in your ear. “So tell me before I kill you,” he pointed his riffle at your head.

“You plan on killing me anyway.”

“Actually that’s far from it,” He licked your neck, his cold piercing making contact with your skin made you sick to your stomach. He was about to kiss your lips but you pushed him away, making him stumble a few steps back.

“You fucking bitch!” He lifted his hand, forming it into a fist. You were ready to get hit so you closed your eyes. However, nothing happened. You opened your eyes to see Chishiya on the ground, blood running down his nose. “Chishiya!” you bended down next to him, examining his nose. He for sure got punched hard. He pinched his nose in order to make the blood stop.

“She was with me when you dragged her away yesterday,” Kuina appeared with her arms crossed. Chishiya brought her with him to help. He knew Niragi wanted to talk about what happened yesterday, he wasn’t going to leave you on your own.

“If you ever come near her again, I’ll be sure to burn you alive.” Chishiya stood up, glaring at Niragi. The blood from his nose was still flowing, staining his grey shirt.

“Oh I am so scared!” He mocked him and waved his hands in a defensive manner. He turn on his heel to walk away, “I’m not done with Y/N!”

“This brazen punk!” He yelled out frustrated. He’ll kill him one day, he made this promise to himself.

“Chishiya you’re bleeding,” you pointed out the obvious. You just didn’t know what to say, everything happened so fast. It was like you were still waiting for that punch from Niragi.

“No shit, Sherlock.” He was about to use his sleeve to wipe it off but then he decided not to. He wasn’t going to ruin his favourite white jacket because of Niragi. He wiped it with his grey shirt, which was already soaked with blood.

Kuina was silently giggling at the mess Chishiya was. She’d never imagined him bleeding and definitely not because of Niragi. “It isn’t funny, Kuina.” He glared at her as his nose stopped bleeding. She nodded her head, waving goodbye at you and taking her leave. She had to go laugh her ass off in some other place.

“Come on. Let’s get you to my room,” you wrapped an arm around him and started walking. “You know I can walk Y/N,” he chuckled at your thoughtfulness. It had been so long since you touched him, he truly missed you.

“Yeah, right!” you removed your hands from him. Too embarrassed to look at him, you walked a few steps ahead.

“Just a reminder, I didn’t say you should take your arms off.” He caught up to you, swaying an arm over your shoulder. You faced him, taking a better look at his face. “Kuina wasn’t wrong for laughing, you’re a mess!”

The dried blood under his nose and lips made you laugh. Blood and Chishiya just go well together. (#doctorjokes)

Chishiya scoffed, he just saved you and you had the audacity to make fun of him. Nevertheless, he was glad to see you laugh because of him again.

You sat him down on your bed, running to the bathroom. There wasn’t a first aid kit or wet wipes. Great, what a paradise the beach was. You grabbed a toilet paper roll and a bottle of water and went back to him. Going to find Ann for supplies didn’t seem like the ideal solution right now.

“Take off your shirt,” you poured a few drops of water on a piece of toilet paper, it was the best alternative for wet wipes you could think of. Chishiya wiggled his eyebrows, taking off his jacket and then his shirt. “It’s soaked in blood idiot!”

“I witnessed a raspberry juice watefall,” you giggled, trying not to look at his shirtless body. It would be rude and embarrassing to do so. You started wiping the blood under his nose, holding him still by his chin.

“You’re welcome for the sight then.” He chuckled, noticing how hard you tried not to look away from his face. Your hands were slightly trembling as you wiped his lips, careful enough to not tear apart the toilet paper.

“Thank you,” you smiled apologetically at him, “I didn’t think you were the type to get punched for someone.”

You finished cleaning him up and placed the alternative wet wipes on the table nearby. It took him some time to reply. He didn’t know how to depict what he felt when he saw Niragi ready to punch you, he wasn’t good with words yet. “I am not. I stepped in because it was you who was about to get hurt. I’d rather be hurt than see you hurt.”

Suddenly the question that was eating you away a few days ago came up to your mind. You felt like asking him again, it seemed like the answer would be genuine this time. “Do you really love me now?”

“Y/N,” he cupped your cheeks to make sure you were looking him in the eyes. His eyes were sparkling and shining. You couldn’t find that dullness in them anymore, “I love you.”

“You know what?” You smiled at him, your heart fluttering. He wasn’t pretending, you knew it. Maybe you needed to make an effort to understand him better too.

“What?” He smiled back at you. Not a smirk, not a sarcastic smile but a sweet and bright one. It was the first he smiled like that to you, you wanted to make him smile more often. He was even prettier with a genuine smile on his face. “I love you too.”

“I am glad to hear that again,” he pulled you into his lap, resting his head on the crook of your neck. These three words never meant anything to him until you gave them meaning. He wanted to hear them coming out of your mouth directed to him and only him.

“Can we sleep together?” he mumbled, trying not to yawn. He hadn’t slept for more than thirty hours and the comfort of your hug made him want to sleep in your arms.

“Chishiya-”

“Sleep Y/N, sleep.” He pulled away from your neck, giving you a small smile. He’ll fulfill your thought another time, all he wanted now was to actually sleep.

“Oh- sure.”

He held you so close to him, legs tangled together. He was almost asleep when your stomach growled, reminding you two that you forgot about breakfast.

“I think you should go eat,” he let go of you only to have you cling tighter to him. “After we wake up.”

You were back at where you started. Not being able to leave his side, searching for him every minute of your life. But this time, he felt the same.

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