#Dispersion Homework Help

[ravenslvt]

☆ choso kamo x f!reader ☆

cw: smut! college au! virgin choso! kinda pervy choso! unprotected sex! mutual pining!

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busy thinking about your college classmate choso who has the biggest crush on you.

the pretty girl who sits next to him in his math lecture.

when you spoke to him for the first time asking for the notes from your class, he practically scrambled to get out his notebook for you to copy off of.

and when you asked for his number with a sweet smile on your pretty face (for homework! of course!) he got so nervous, going over the number over and over in his head praying he didn’t accidentally hit the wrong digit.

his breath hitches when his phone lights up a day or two later.

‘hey!! i’m so behind in math, wondering if you’d like to help me study later :)’

he blinked a couple times, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks or if you meant to text someone else. but all his worries dispersed when another text comes through.

‘this is choso, right?’

he has no idea how he ended up in your dorm room, sitting on your cute little bed with open textbooks surrounding you two.

you sigh, leaning your back against the headboard while stretching out your arms.

you were sure your brain was fried from all this mind numbing work.

“this is boring, why don’t we do something else.” your gaze falls on the dark haired boy in front of you, his eyes meeting your own. he gulped, an eyebrow quirked.

“like what?” he asks, sitting up.

you only just met him two months ago, so you didn't know a lot about the man.

you think for a second, lips pursing together as you drum your fingers along your thigh.

“you ever kiss a girl before, choso?” you ask, head tilting to the side as you watch for his reaction.

his eyes widen at your question.

“i-“ he opens his mouth to speak, nervous under your gaze.

you patiently wait for him to gather his thoughts, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

“choso?” you softly ask. he didn’t even notice the way you were sitting closer to him, your thighs brushing against eachother.

he finally looks up at you, pink dusting on his cheeks.

“i-no, i haven’t.” he sheepishly admits, emberassed you would make fun of him or even kick him out of your room.

but instead you give him a shocked look.

“really? but you’re- i mean you’re hot.” you honestly say, making him chuckle. the anxiety built up in his body instantly relieving.

he knew he wasn’t ugly by any means, but your forwardness made his heart flutter. you always made him so nervous.

sure, he was pretty inexperienced, but he wasn’t innocent by any means. he’s watched a fair amount of porn, especially in his single dorm room at night.

he just spent most of his life watching over and taking care of his younger brothers. he was never really interested in finding a girlfriend. that was until he saw you on the first day of classes.

but the way you sat next to him on that first day, introducing yourself with a cute smile. you never left his mind since.

“could i- shit, can i-“ he stutters.

you giggle at his sudden shyness.

“you wanna kiss me, cho?” he shudders when you lean up by his ear to basically whisper to him.

“fuck, yes. so badly” all his shame flies out the window when your pretty little hand rests on his thigh.

his breath hitches when you crawl atop his lap, straddling him. fuck he was hoping you couldn’t feel how he instantly got hard from it.

you start slow, not wanting to overwhelm him. gently cupping his cheek with your hand, you lean in, slowly brushing your lips against his, testing the waters.

one of his hands go to tangle themself in your hair, while his other held your waist gently. practically forcing you closer to him.

your lips move together, slowly at first, but eventually getting more and more aggressive. almost needy.

when you give his mouth an experimental lick, his tongue fighting with yours, you unconsciously roll your hips into him, making him moan into the kiss.

you pulled back, embarrassed you could barely control yourself from a make out session.

“s-sorry.”

fuck you were cute when you’re flustered.

“don’t be sorry. it’s hot.” he smiles, holding you by the back of your neck to bring you back into another kiss. your hands rest on his chest.

with all the baggy clothes he wears, it's hard to tell what a good body he has.

his hands move to your hips, grinding you against his clothed cock.

you whine when your clothed clit rubs against him just right.

“please, can i taste you. wanna eat you out.” he begs, kissing down your jaw down to your neck.

“are you sure? you really don’t have to.” you say, his kisses never ceasing.

“been dreaming of eating your pussy, baby.” he murmurs against your neck, biting down in a few spots. he reluctantly pulls back, letting you lie comfortably against your pillow.

your heart races as you peel your bottoms off, leaving you in your cute little panties. he crawls between your thighs, groaning at the sight.

“did you know this was gonna happen?” he smirks at the sight of your lacy panties. you smile. of course you did

“lucky guess.” you shrug.

he smirks, eyes drawn to your damp panties. he experiments with a lick over the wet patch, eliciting a small gasp from you.

“don’t tease” you pout down at him, making him chuckle. he pulls your panties to the side, revealing your wet cunt.

a wave of nervousness washes over you when he just stares in awe. you thought maybe he was gonna back out.

“even prettier than i imagined” he sighs, immediately delving in, making your gasp turn into a soft moan.

your mind wanders for a moment at the thought of him imagining this before. your hands finding themselves reaching under your shirt to play with your tits as he goes down on you.

he tries his hardest to do to you what he’s seen in porn. goes from flicking his tongue over your sensitive clit, to sucking on it which made your thighs tighten around his head.

he knew he found your most sensitive spot when his tongue flicked over a certain area, making you buck your hips up into him.

your hands move to grip in his messy dark hair, unconsciously tugging as he eats you out like a mad man.

you can’t see the way he slowly grinds his hips into the mattress, his cock straining almost painfully through his sweatpants.

your mind is in a frenzy, body squirming trying to escape how good it felt, but also rutting your hips up into his mouth because you really didn’t want him to stop.

not that he even would, he's in heaven right now. eating the pussy of the girl he’s jerked off too at least several times at this point.

his hands grip at the bottom of your thighs, pulling you closer to his face as he prods his tongue into your tight hole, nose brushing against your clit. you moan, tugging at his hair for more and he groans at the harsh tug. he fucking loves it.

you were sure you were so close as he fucks you with his tongue. toes curling so hard you're scared you’re gonna get a cramp.

“choso, please don’t stop” you beg, grinding up into his unrelenting mouth.

he just hums into your cunt in acknowledgement, his movements never stopping as you coat his tongue.

your heels dig into his back, hands tugging at his dark locs, the vibration of his groan making you moan out his name as you cum on his mouth.

you were sure he was lying about being inexperienced with how hard he made you cum. but the way he stared at you like you were a fucking goddess made you think otherwise.

you whine when you realize he still hasn’t stopped lapping at your sensitive pussy. your hips jolt up in overstimulation, making him come back to earth and pulling away.

“sorry” he pants, wiping off his lower face with the sleeve of his hoodie, licking his lips.

“don’t be sorry” you giggle, pulling him up so he’s hovering over you, strong arms on either side of your head. kissing you again. your essence surrounding his tongue.

he grinds his clothed erection into you, making you feel a little bad for neglecting him.

you reach your hand down to graze over him, making him groan and buck into you.

you pat his arm, signalling for him to switch places with you. he nods, sitting against the headboard.

you crawl into his lap, straddling him so you’re face to face. you smile, admiring how pretty he is.

“off?” you ask, tugging at his nice oversized hoodie. he nods, you lean back to let him pull it off of his frame, throwing the hoodie somewhere on your floor.

you made a mental note to defiantly steal that later.

it is so fucked up this man hides this monster of a body behind all those baggy clothes.

you can’t help but stare at his defined chest, running a hand down his stomach and to his hard cock. he moans when you rub him over the fabric of his pants, the heat of your hand making him go lightheaded.

your thumbs hook in his waistband, tugging down his hips, he helps you, bringing them down to his ankles.

you watch the way his thick, pale cock sits so pretty standing up against his stomach, the tip raging and pink from all the teasing.

you reach down to run your thumb over his slit, making him shiver. you felt bad teasing, but his reactions were so adorable.

you kiss and suck marks down his neck, down to his defined chest that you just wanted to bite.

his eyes go down to your throbbing pussy, his thumb innocently pulls apart your folds, rubbing at your clit generously. you mewl against him, hand gripping tighter against his cock.

if just your hand felt this good, he was imagining how amazing your cunt is gonna feel.

he was embarrassingly close, but he didn’t wanna cum like this.

“please” he pants, pushing your hand away. you lean in to kiss his cheek.

“hmm?” you look at him, curiously.

“wanna fuck you so bad, pretty. please let me fuck you, you’re so perfect i-“ he begs. you shut him up with a heated kiss, tongues clashing together as you give him mercy.

you set your knees on either side of his thighs, hovering over his cock.

“tell me if you wanna stop, ok?” you sweetly smile at him.

‘doubt it’ he thought. but he nods, promising.

you line him up with your entrance, very slowly sinking down on him, your face scrunches up a bit from the stretch of his sheer size.

you sigh when you’re finally seated on his pulsing cock, his hands gripping hard at your waist. his head against your shoulder in concentration of not cumming on the spot.

on instinct he bucks up into your heat, making you groan and squeeze around him, hips rolling.

“f-fuck, don’t do that or i’m gonna cum” he moans, hands holding you in place so you don’t squirm.

you giggle, kissing his cheek down his jaw, letting him collect himself.

after a few moments he does an experimental roll upwards, making you softly gasp. he keeps doing this. wanting more friction, you start bouncing yourself up and down his cock.

"s'big" you whine.

he moans, hands groping at your ass to help you ride him. he looks up at you, tits bouncing through your thin little top.

“so pretty” he lifts up the bottom of your shirt to uncover your tits, taking one into his mouth. you whine, leaning into him to feel him closer.

he nibbles and sucks on your tits, pulling off to stare at your fucked out face. you stare down at him, eyes half lidded and mouth slightly open.

“kiss” you mumble to him.

he leans in, giving you a messy kiss as you fuck each other with a need for more. the way his dick fit deliciously inside of your snug pussy, almost sucking him in completely.

your hands tangle in the back of his hair, tugging and making his hips sputter. you try to do it again, but he removes your hands and puts them back on his shoulders.

"next time, g-god, m'gonna fuck you for hours, baby. promise." he pants, sucking dark red purplish marks into your poor neck.

you moan at the idea of a next time. maybe he'd take you out first on a cute date, make sweet dinner or lunch plans for you two.

or maybe he'd just take you to his dorm room and fuck you into his desk like he's been dreaming of for months. marking you up so everyone can see your matching hickies in lecture, knowing how pussy whipped you have him.

either way works.

he uses his strength to flip you back under him, never pulling out of you. he knew he was gonna cum soon, he was trying to put it off for so long but you’re making it too hard.

your head lolls back into the soft pillow, moaning as the flimsy bed frame of the dorm room squeaking like crazy. if his dick wasn't hitting every good spot right now perfectly, you'd probably give a fuck if the people next door heard.

he pumps into you as your legs wrap around his hips, bringing him closer. he fucks into you at a needy pace, his head in your neck as he whines into your ear which you could barely hear over the filthy sounds of skin slapping.

“m’sorry, gonna cum, baby” he moans. your hands go back into his hair, humming.

“please cum in me, choso. need it.” you mewl, eyes threatening to roll back at the way the tip of his cock kisses your sweet spot with every harsh thrust.

you bring a hand to your neglected clit, rubbing furiously to catch up with him, legs shivering and cunt clenching.

he groans as he spills inside of you at the feeling of your walls contracting around him sending him over the edge.

“f-fuck! feels s'good choso.” you cry, cumming so hard you practically milk his cock.

you’re both panting, his body going stiff.

you push at his arm to make him get off of you since he was practically crushing you.

“sorry” he mumbles, his voice groggy. he reluctantly pulls out of you with a hiss, pulling his boxers back on and collapsing next to you.

“hand me that towel, please?” you point to the pile of clean laundry next to your nightstand, a fresh new towel sitting atop.

“yeah, shit, sorry.” he hands you the towel as you wipe down your inner thighs.

you put your now ruined panties back in place, noticing the way he's staring at you.

"what?" you smile, covering yourself with a throw blanket you keep on your bed.

he just shakes his head in a silent chuckle, plopping down onto the bed next to you. he moves a loose strand of your hair out of your face, finger running down your jaw to your kissed out lips.

your breath hitches at his gentle touch, his thumb dragging down your lower lip.

"nothing i just..." his eyes meet yours, your stomach fluttering with anticipation.

"really like you" he sheepishly admits. you smiled at how cute he is. he just came inside of you and he was still nervous around you. how sweet.

"well i'd sure hope so." you giggle, feeling the dull throb between your legs from a few minutes ago.

it wasn't like your intentions weren't completely innocent upon inviting him here. you always thought the quiet guy in your class was hot.

you thought it was so cute whenever you'd 'accidentally' brush against him and he'd either tense up or his face would turn pink.

"but if it makes you feel better..." you cuddle up next to him, head nuzzling into his shoulder as his strong arm wraps around your waist.

"i really like you too"

you also showed up to class the next day wearing his hoodie that you successfully stole. he acted annoyed, but secretly fucking loved it.

a/n: i'm alive y'all i got my wisdom teeth out so i was not in a mood to write but i'm back!! hope u enjoy! sorry if the ending got a lil cheesy i'm trying to get better at dialogue since i usually just write pure porn.

(in need of jjk prompts i want the men so bad)

[jockbroski34]

The Bro Cap

Biology was my favorite class this semester.  Not only did I find science to be interesting, but I also shared the class with one of the hottest guys in the school: Aaron Moore.  He was the star of the school’s baseball team as a pitcher and he was the talk of the school.  Girls were always swooning over him for how tall and handsome and athletic he was.  He was good at every sport; football, basketball, and so on, but in school, he played baseball.  He was a major source of envy for a lot of guys.  A lot of guys wished they could be him.  I, however, wanted to be with him.  Fortunately, I sit behind him in class, so I get the best view of him, despite being from behind.  At least it meant he wouldn’t see me watching him.

I often found myself getting distracted by him.  Even if I couldn’t see his face, I could see his broad shoulders, which were built like mountains, as well as his arms which were shaped like mounds of muscle.  His tall stature sometimes made it hard to look at the board, not that it was the main place my eyes were looking at in the first place.  His favorite baseball hat, adorned with our school team’s logo on it, was worn backwards like most of the jocks at the school.  He didn’t come off like the rest of them though.  His relaxed vibe made him easy to talk to and he could be quite funny compared to the rest of the meathead jocks.  He got along with everyone really well, making him very well-liked.  Although he was far from the smartest guy in the class, I could tell that he tried.  It was no wonder why he was so popular.

Today, I was daydreaming when I was disrupted by our teacher, Mr. Martin.  I felt him stare directly at me, almost as if he knew I wasn’t paying attention.  It was like he could read my every thought, and honestly, if that were true, that’d be extremely humiliating.  The last thing I needed was for my crush on Aaron to be exposed to the rest of the class.  Knowing how embarrassing he could be, I wouldn’t put it past him.  He asked me a question, and I thankfully already knew the answer, as I awakened from my daydream.

“Correct!  I wasn’t sure if you were paying attention or not,” he chuckled.  “You always look like you’re off in your own little world.  But you still manage to do well.  You gotta tell the rest of your class your secret.”  Looks like someone has caught on to my tendencies.  Mr. Martin was a middle-aged guy, probably in his 30s.  He looked good for his age, and was a pretty relaxed and carefree teacher.

The class went by as usual, and eventually we were dismissed.  All of the other students dispersed, but I needed to ask our professor a question about the homework.  He helped clarify things for me thankfully.  I was about to leave, but then he pointed out something on the ground.

“Hey Aiden, doesn’t Aaron sit in front of you?  That’s his hat, right?”  he asked.

“Yeah, I always see him wear it.”  It was unusual for him to have left it here by accident.

“Do you know if you can bring it to him today?  If not, I can keep it here until next class.”

“I’ll hold onto it until I see him next.  I have a feeling I’ll run into him later.”  I don’t know why I said that.  We don’t have any other classes together and we certainly aren’t close enough to be friends, even if I wished we were.  I’m also not on the baseball team.  Either way, my professor smiled for helping him out.

Regardless, I grabbed Aaron’s hat, but instead of chasing after him, I realized I really needed to go to the bathroom.  He was probably long gone anyways.  After I went, I noticed that I was still holding onto his hat.  I went to observe it and I noticed that it smelled a little like him, with a mix of sweat from wearing it all day and whatever shampoo he used.  I knew I shouldn’t, but I felt a sudden urge to put Aaron’s hat on.  Despite the fact that I would feel really embarrassed if someone saw me wearing it, I knew I would likely never get this opportunity again.  I was completely alone, so it’s not like there’s anything wrong with it.  It wasn’t just any hat, it was Aaron’s.  It’s not like he had lice or anything.  What’s the worst that could happen?

And so I put it on, wearing it backwards like he would.  Strangely, for a few seconds, I felt as though time had completely stopped.  The leaky sink faucet paused its rhythmic dripping.  The stomping of feet in the hallway deafened.  My watch skipped a tick.  But as time seemed to return to its natural course, I was able to see how I looked.  I had to admit, I looked really good in it.  I wouldn’t call myself an unattractive guy, but Aaron was way out of my league.  Despite that, a smirk appeared on my face.  A wave of confidence washed over me, almost like a little bit of Aaron had rubbed off on me.  Suddenly, I didn’t really feel like taking it off anymore.  I wasn’t too worried about what would happen if Aaron or one of his friends saw me wearing it.

After admiring myself in the mirror for a few minutes, I realized that I was late to my next class, algebra.  I had no idea I had spent so much time checking myself out.  I must’ve lost track of time.  As I walked to my seat, I felt like all eyes were on me for some reason.  I never used to make much of an impression on most people.  I was quiet and had only a couple friends.  Normally, I would’ve felt a little anxious with so many people staring at me, but I didn’t really give a shit now.

“Late as always, aren’t we Aiden?”  the teacher remarked.  Very funny.  I always showed up on time.  I sat down in my seat, but it didn’t feel right.  My body squeezed tight into the desk.  I felt like I was sitting in a chair meant for a middle schooler.  Weird.  Something weird is going on, but I can’t figure out what it is.

The class was just as weird because I felt like my classmates were a little more talkative.  I couldn’t focus during class due to being distracted by someone whispering.  I still felt a couple of their eyes on me.  I looked over and made brief eye contact with one of the girls on the far side of the room.  She immediately looked away and giggled towards one of her friends.  Her cheeks turned a deep crimson, the color of passion.  She was cute, but definitely out of my league.  I wasn’t straight either way, so I didn’t care if she was into me.

Normally, I was good at math, even if I didn’t like it, but I felt myself struggling to answer questions today.  Something must be wrong.  The room felt hotter than usual, and I felt myself sweat a little and my body started to ache.  I noticed that I smelled a little like Aaron’s cologne.  I’ve recognized his scent from sitting behind him, but for that smell to linger and for me to smell like him is really weird.

Class was dismissed, and this was usually when I went to lunch.  I received a text from one of my friends, Bryan, from half an hour earlier.

Bryan: Hey, me and the guys are getting food.  Wanna come with?

Normally, we always got lunch at the same time.  But for some reason, I didn’t really want to?  That’s weird for me.  I felt my fingers move on my own as they typed out a message.

Me: nah bro i dont feel like it mayb sum other time dude

I didn’t text like that normally.  Nor did I turn down my friends. Is it the…Before I could finish my thought, I was interrupted by the booming sound of two guys further down the hall, with one of them calling my name.  They were two jocks.  I recognized that they were both friends with Aaron because they hung out together a lot.  What did they want?  I didn’t really get along well with either of them or the rest of their kind.  Hopefully they didn’t think I was a pervert for wearing Aaron’s hat and beat me up.

“Sup bro, we were just about to get some food before hitting the gym.  Wanna come with?”  the other jock asked me.  Judging from his tone, he seemed surprisingly friendly with me.

Were they serious?  Did these jocks actually think I was one of them?  I would never get an opportunity to hang out with them again, so I agreed.  Part of me felt guilty for ditching my nerdy friends to hang out with the jocks, but I knew they were cool guys.  My perspective on these two big jocks changed as I walked with them.  For some reason, I felt a strong sense of camaraderie with them, almost like I’ve known them for a long time.  I’m not sure why I was so intimidated by them before.  They were really chill.

I saw another one of my friends as I walked with my new friends.  I waved to him, but he barely seemed to notice me.  Was he mad at me for skipping lunch with them or did he seriously not recognize me since I was hanging out with the jocks?  It almost felt like he didn’t know me at all.

I pulled out my phone to see what was up with him, until I realized that Bryan had finally responded to me.

Bryan: My bad.  Thought you were someone else.  He must’ve given me the wrong number.

Was this some kind of prank?  He obviously knew my number.  Of course he knows who I am.  Whatever, I don’t care what a nerd like him thinks.  I put my phone away and resumed chatting with my jock friends.  You know, my real friends.  I noticed as I walked with them that they didn’t look as big and menacing as they seemed.  Either that or maybe I hit my growth spurt recently.

We went and got food, with the jocks making sure I got enough protein.  I swear I almost never eat this much.  The jocks must eat a lot to stay in shape, I thought to myself.  But did they seriously want me to go to the gym with them?  I had class soon.  But these guys were cool and I didn’t want to disappoint my bros.  I figured I could miss a day and go lift with them.  As long as it doesn’t turn into a habit.

I realized as we stepped into the gym that I had never worked out before nor had I stepped into an actual gym.  I was worried about coming across as weak and humiliating myself in front of them. I changed into some clothes that I'm not really sure when I bought, a tank top and gym shorts.  To my surprise, I simply followed the motions of my bros and I was able to work out with them just fine.  I noticed that I was able to keep up with their workouts, and I surprised myself with how much I could lift.  It shouldn’t have been possible to lift as much as they did but maybe they were just going easy on me because they knew I was a beginner.  By the time we finished, I was just in time for my last class.  But just before I parted ways with my new friends, one of them said something that caught me off guard.

“Later, Moore.”

Must’ve been a slip of the tongue.  There was no way in hell they mistook me for Aaron.  At least it gave me a mental reminder to give Aaron his hat back next time I see him.  Although…his hat is so nice that I’m a little tempted to keep it for myself.  He could always just get another one, right?  I just don’t want him to see me wearing it though, so I’ll only do it when he’s not around.

In class, everyone was still staring at me as if I went to school in my underwear.  Maybe there was something weird about me, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.  I did smell a little bit since I came from my workout, but I don’t think it was that.  I shrugged it off.  They can stare all they want for all I care.  I felt incredibly sore after my workout, and my arms looked unnaturally swollen.  If I had to be honest, I almost felt as big as the two jocks I worked out with.  But in such a short amount of time?  With no prior lifting experience?  That was impossible.

I found myself completely zoned out and indifferent to class today.  All I wanted to do was leave and uh…What was it that I had going on later?  I pondered that thought throughout the entire class period.  Eventually, we were dismissed and I was free to leave.  I was walking towards the dorms until I ran into, guess who?  Aaron Moore.

“Hey bro, you still coming to practice?”  he asked.

“Practice?”

“Yeah, baseball practice, you big dummy!  You know, you’re always so forgetful, dude.  Good thing I always was the smarter one, bro.”

“Yeah, you’re right, bro.  My bad.”  I’m not sure which statement I was agreeing with.  But as I looked at him, I realized something.  He was wearing his hat!  But then how was I wearing his hat if he was wearing it?  “I thought you lost your hat.  How are you wearing it?”

“I was wearing my hat all day, dude.  One day you decided to copy me and wear your hat to school like I do.  But honestly, I think you rock it better than I do, so keep it up.  You’ll impress the ladies.”  But I was gay.  And I’ve only had this hat for a day.  If it wasn’t his, then how was it actually mine?  I was overwhelmed and full of questions after everything that had happened today, from my growth spurt, to me hanging out with the jocks, to my old friends barely knowing who I am, but I didn’t seem to have the brain power at the moment to seek the answers to them.

As we walked, I kept chatting with Aaron as if it was natural, as if we always knew each other.  Something felt off, but I couldn’t figure it out.  Was it because we were going to practice?  I’ve never played baseball in my life.  Nah, that can’t be right.  I feel like I’ve swung a bat before…  We went into the locker room to change.  I looked in the mirror and paused for a second.

My reflection wasn’t there.  Someone else’s was.  Someone much stronger and much taller than me.  That wasn’t me.  It was Aaron Moore.

No, except it wasn’t an exact match.  There was enough different about the guy in front of me to know that it wasn’t Aaron.  This figure was a little stronger than him, and still stood probably a little over 6 feet tall.  I walked closer.  “Aaron” walked closer.  I moved my hand to feel my face.  So did “Aaron”.  A dull, confused look appeared on his face.  Had I really become him?  But Aaron was over on the other end of the room changing.  Then who am I?  Was I like this since I put the hat on earlier?  I reached into my wallet and pulled out my ID.

Aiden Moore...That’s not my last name.  That’s…Aaron’s?  Normally I wouldn’t have minded taking his last name, but we definitely WEREN’T married.  As far as I knew, Aaron was as straight as an arrow.

Date of Birth: 08/17/2003…If I recall, that’s Aaron’s birthday.  I knew my birthday, and it was in January.  Don’t tell me…Are we…?

I compared the face in the ID to the one in the mirror.  It wasn’t an illusion, and it wasn’t a dream.  It was like I was his twin!  Aaron was an only child though and I only had sisters.  At this point, I was so confused and overwhelmed.  Panic was the only emotion I could feel as I felt like I was going through an identity crisis.  I realized that this all started when I wore his hat.  I reached to grab it off of my head…until I felt a hand touch my shoulder.  My bro…I mean Aaron.

“Admiring yourself in the mirror, bro?  Yeah, you’re a pretty handsome dude just like me.  I think it runs in the blood, you know.  You like that, right?”  He placed his other hand on my head, pushing the hat tighter on my head.  I nodded.  I proceeded to flex, as I became self-absorbed with my own reflection.  I always thought rather highly of myself, especially about my body.  At this point, I couldn’t comprehend the paradox of me somehow being his own non-existent twin brother.

“You know, not every guy is lucky enough to have a cool brother like I do, let alone a twin.  The two of us can play ball together, work out together, and even get all the chicks we want together.  This is all you ever wanted, right?”  He wasn’t necessarily wrong, but I wanted to be “with” Aaron, not be him.  Whoever granted me this wish got it all wrong.  But as I listened to him, I started to realize that maybe it wasn’t my wish to begin with.

“Yeah bro.  This shit’s the life, dude.”  I noticed Aaron’s face light up as I said that.  The way I talked sounded like it came out of the mouth of some dudebro.  I noticed his irresistible smirk that was always on his face when he was in a good mood.  As I kept admiring myself in the mirror, I felt my mind slow…down...like it was on autopilot…

“That’s right…Just let it happen…  I know it’s been a while, so it’s okay if you don’t remember, but you know that one trophy we won a couple years back?  During senior year?”

“Fuck yeah, bro.  I remember.”  But I’ve never played baseball before…But…I have right?  I know I have.

“You know you were the reason we won, right?  One lucky hit in the bottom of the ninth, and you practically won us the game.  I’ve never been more proud of you bro.”  Aaron patted me on the back.  I remembered that game fondly, even though I should have no recollection of it.  That year, our baseball team was the best in the state.  And I…led our team to a championship?  As much as I tried to deny it in my head, the memories felt real.  But why was he reminding me of this now?

“You didn’t do half bad yourself, bro.”

As Aaron and I kept chatting, the memories of being his twin brother kept flowing into my brain, as memories of my former life faded away.  Turns out that I was the brother he never had.  We were a pair.  We complemented each other perfectly.  I was actually the twin brother of the most popular guy in the school.  I remember I thought he was hot…wait, what the fuck, bro?  That’s gay as shit.  And weird.  This was my own twin we were talking about.  Although I guess if I was a handsome stud, then he’d have to be too.  After all, no girl can resist either one of us.

“So the hat is working…”  Aaron whispered under his breath.

“What hat?”

“Nothing, bro!  I was just saying how good your hat looks on you.  Come on, let’s go.”  I followed him, as my transformation was now complete.

From this day on, I was Aiden Moore, Aaron Moore’s twin brother.  Except that’s who I was technically born as and that's who everyone already knew me as.  Although we had a lot in common, I definitely felt more like a stereotypical jock.  I was loud, cocky, and masculine, almost to the point of brutishness, compared to my brother who was a lot more laid-back and charismatic.  Not that it was a bad thing, although most nerds and weaker men would disagree.  But what me and Aaron did have in common was playing sports, working out, fucking chicks, and being the most popular guys in the school.  I know I wanted to be closer to Aaron, but I never expected this.  But at the same time, it felt good, almost pleasurable at times.  I realized that in my new state, I could hardly last a day without an orgasm, whether it was in my grip or in some bitch’s pussy.

Two days later, I had biology again.  I remembered I kinda struggled with this class.  I sat behind my bro as usual.  I was grateful for him since he always helped me with the homework.  I noticed him talking to the professor in private when we got to class.  When I asked him, he wouldn’t say.  It wasn’t like him to keep secrets from me.  We practically knew everything about each other after all.  After class, I was called to stay after by Mr. Martin.

“Aiden Moore…Your brother told me to check up on you.  Is everything alright?  Did you need any guidance on the homework, too?”

“Never felt better, bro.  I think I was just up too late partying the other day.  And nah, I eventually figured it out, dude.”  I conveniently hid the fact that I copied the answers off of some nerd.

“Good, good.”  Mr. Martin smiled.  “I won’t leave you too long.  I know you two have your hands full with practice today.  Hmmm…Still wearing that hat, I see.  It suits you well, Aiden.”  I saw him write something down in a notebook as I left.  Mr. Martin was always cool.  I felt like he understood me and my brother better than most teachers here.  I couldn’t help but feel grateful for him, but for what?  I quickly discarded that thought because it wasn’t important to me.

What was important to me was hitting the gym with my bros.  I ditched class again, I don’t even remember what the class was anyways.  Probably nothing important.  As long as I pass and get to stay on the team, I couldn’t care less about how badly I do in school.  I’m basically only here because I got some fancy scholarship.

At the gym, I always pushed myself to lift the heaviest weights.  All of my bros were impressed with how much I could lift.  Must run in the blood.  After school, I went to practice with Aaron.  We shared a room at the dorms, and on the weekends, we always went to the biggest parties our school had to offer.  We always bragged to each other about what girls we slept with that night, almost like it was a competition.  Man, this was the life.  I never felt like I understood Aaron on a personal level until recently, but man, we were the luckiest pair of brothers in the school.

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

can you see the stars in your dreams (and do they have a lot to say about me) - Part 21

Or: a secret Admirer AU

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7 || PART 8 || PART 9 || PART 10 || PART 11 || PART 1 || PART 13 || PART 14 || PART 15 || PART 16 || PART 17 || PART 18 || PART 19 || PART 20

Chrissy’s in Steve’s bed, sprawled out on her stomach, trying to plow through her homework when Steve says, “I need your help.”

Her heart’s in her throat as she whips her head toward him, already halfway through jumping up off the bed, ready to bury whatever body he needs burying.

But, he’s not even looking at her; he’s restlessly tearing a blank piece of paper into tiny little pieces, and his ears are a familiar, damning red. He’s not worried, he’s embarrassed.

“Jeez, you’re going to give me a heart attack,” Chrissy sighs, flopping back down onto the bed. She’s gotten far too used to all of Steve’s problems being life or death, and whatever this is, she can tell it’s not that.

“Sorry,” Steve mutters.

She just waves her hand and flips her notes and textbook closed, ready to think about something, anything else. “What is it, boy troubles?” she asks, fluttering her eyelashes flirtatiously, only to drop all pretenses when Steve ducks his head like a turtle hiding within its shell. “Already?”

“It’s not a problem, Chris, god,” he sighs, running his hand anxiously through his hair. “I just thought—nevermind, it’s stupid.”

And then he just, picks his homework back up, as if Chrissy would ever let him get away with that. “Steve Harrington,” she snaps, only feeling marginally bad when he snaps his head back up. “Nothing about you is stupid.”

He’s still turtling into himself, but he nods dutifully, so she continues. “Now, tell me what you were going to say.”

He groans, flopping down on the bed to stare up at his white ceiling, barely blinking. She follows his lead, collapsing bonelessly next to him and rolling atop all their coursework until she’s nestled into his side, both of them giggling.

He wraps his arm around her shoulder, and finally begins to speak. “I have  a date with Eddie tomorrow, right?” he says, looking down at her for confirmation. She nods, even though he’d never given her a specific date. “And I wanted you to help me, like, plan it?”

She blinks, nonplussed as the blush on his cheeks disperses across his cheeks. She rolls over, elbow planted on his chest so she can use it to prop her chin up and peer down at him. “You need help planning a date?” she asks, voice incredulous.

He groans, reaching up to hide his face from her view, but she grabs his wrists and yanks them back down. He pouts up at her while she watches on, unamused.

“Most of my usual date plans are like, public? We can’t exactly just show up at Benny’s and share a milkshake, you know?” Chrissy grimaces, not having thought of that, but before she can apologize, he continues talking. “And besides…”

He trails off, eyes darting back and forth between her eyes as his blush travels down his neck and up the bridge of his nose.

“Besides?” she prompts, voice soft.

“We started this whole thing together, right?” he asks, looking earnestly up at her. “It wouldn’t feel right if we didn’t finish it together.”

Chrissy’s shriveled heart grows three sizes and bursts with such a ferocious love that she collapses onto him without warning, arms wrapping around him and squeezing tight enough that he groans.

“I love you, Steve Harrington,” she says, ignoring all his pleas for her to loosen her hold. “I’m so glad you looked pathetic enough that day for me to come ask if you needed help.”

“I didn’t look that pathetic,” he grumbles, finally succeeding in tossing her off of him, sending her careening off the bed and onto the lush carpet of his bedroom floor.

He peers over the side of the bed, looking worried, so she smiles up at him until he reaches down and helps her back up.

“You looked like a wet puppy someone had tossed in a river,” she replies, bulldozing through his continued complaints to ask, “now, what were you thinking?”

In the end, it’s a fairly typical date set-up, but instead of dinner at a nice restaurant, it’s in Steve’s home. They lay a checkered table cloth across the Harrington’s breakfast nook, make sure he has all the ingredients for burgers and fries, and then set about attempting to make milkshakes once Steve reveals he’s never made them before.

Their first attempt splatters chocolate ice cream and milk all over the ceiling. Their second results in a water concoction that, while edible, is less than pleasant.

The third is thick, barely able to be sucked through one of the straw’s Steve had stolen from Benny’s. It’s perfect.

“Can you dump Eddie so I can go on the date instead?” she asks, barely pausing in her pursuit of sucking the shake through her straw.

Steve laughs and replies, “Or, I can just make you one whenever you want,” he says, nudging the shake closer to her, leaving his own straw inside.

She beams, and drinks the entire thing.

Steve accosts her before lunch the day of, telling Jeff, “can you tell everyone we’ll be missing lunch? Thanks,” before dragging her away.

“I thought we were done with this,” she says, settling into the seat across from him as he pulls out a familiar notebook she hasn’t even glimpsed for weeks.

He opens it, but doesn’t turn to the back of the notebook where all his rough draft secret admirer letters lay. Instead, he pulls a light blue envelope from the front and hands it over to her.

She stares down at Eddie’s name in Steve’s messy scrawl, clearly written carefully to keep it legible.

“Steve?” she asks, ghosting her fingers over the letters before looking up into his anxious face.

“It’s just—I liked writing the letters, so I wanted to give him one on our date, so,” he breaks their gazes to look down at the envelope, biting his lip. “I already wrote it, but it wouldn’t feel right if you didn’t read it first.”

Steve Harrington, Chrissy thinks, eyes welling with all the fondness her body’s too small to contain. “Okay,” she sniffs, smiling down at the letter as she carefully slides her finger under the envelope’s flap and pulls it free.

It unfolds into the letter itself, Steve having clearly reverse-engineered it from all the times Eddie had done the same. Only then does she realize that at some point, he must have stolen a page from her planner because that’s the same as the first time, too.

She raises an eyebrow at him, but doesn’t say anything, just hunches back over the letter and begins to read.

   Eddie —

   I know we don’t have to do this anymore, but I miss it. Isn’t that the strangest thing? I’m happy talking to you face to face, holding your hand beneath the table, pressing my lips against yours, but I miss reading your words, and I miss writing my own.

   So, here I am, writing you the day before our second date, so nervous and excited I might just throw up. Because we can do it now, you know? We can do all the things we’ve talked about (and more). I’m excited to do them with you.    

   If the date goes well, I want you to put this under your pillow, hold my face in your mind, and dream of me.

   Hopefully Yours, Hopefully Always,

   Steve

   P.S. I know you can just put them in my locker now, but maybe put this one in The Return of the King? Just this once, for me?

“How is it?” Steve asks when she’s been staring down at the words on the page for probably too long. “Is it okay?”

“It’s perfect,” she says, grinning when his entire face lights up like a Christmas tree. “And so are you.”

***

“They’re not coming to lunch,” Jeff says as he settles onto the bench at their usual table, a slab of lasagna already somehow congealing on his tray.

“Are they okay?” Eddie asks, dropping his own fork to try to glean any worry on Jeff’s own face.

“Steve was definitely excited when he dragged Chrissy off,” Jeff replies, shrugging. Before Eddie can even spit out his follow-up question, Jeff continues, “no idea what they’re doing, though,” and he closes his mouth.

“I know,” Robin calls from down the table, voice all sing-songy and sly.

Eddie turns to glare at her, but she just keeps grinning around her sandwich, Vickie looking equally lost at her side.

“Are you going to enlighten the rest of the class,” Eddie asks, gesturing to the rest of the table despite clearly being the only one who gives a shit.

Robin grins wider and replies, “it’s a secret,” tauntingly like she knows somehow that word is his ultimate trigger.

Eddie whines, but no one pays him any mind. Even more cruelly, he doesn’t see Steve for the rest of the school day, leaving him flushed and flustered as he rushes home to get ready for their date. 

Unfortunately, it’s Wayne’s day off, so he’s there to heckle Eddie as he changes his outfit enough times to leave his hair a frizzy mop on the top of his head.

“You dressin’ for a date or to be the janitor’s new mop?” Wayne asks, laughing as Eddie rushes past him and into the bathroom, slamming the door behind himself.

Unfortunately, Wayne’s right, so Eddie runs a damp brush through his hair, trying to make the frizziness merge back with the rest of his hair. When it doesn’t really work, Eddie folds his hair into a bun and elects not to look at himself in the mirror again.

With ten minutes to spare, Eddie moves his frantic pacing for the living room, walking back and forth in front of Wayne, fingers gyrating as he tries to keep them from further ruining his hair.

“You really wearing that?” Wayne asks, long since having given up on trying to watch the TV, Eddie’s body too much of a moving obstacle to crane his neck around.

Eddie stops and stares down at his outfit. “What’s wrong with this?”

It’s a more put together version of his usual style: his only pair of black jeans that haven’t gotten any holes yet, clunky boots, still adequately polished from his last date with Steve, a plain black t-shirt, fingers full of rings except the one he keeps bare, the ring still on Steve’s own finger.

“You know what I mean, boy,” Wayne sighs, looking him up and down with so much judgment that Eddie wants to shrivel up and die. “Ain’t the jacket a bit much?”

Eddie fondles the green and white cuff of the jacket’s sleeve. He does a little spin, like a dog chasing its own tail, trying to get a look at the way it hangs on his frame.

Wayne’s right—it looks almost incongruous on him, clashing absurdly with the rest of his outfit, but it’s got Steve’s name on its back, and a small, shivery part of Eddie likes that. Jock courting rituals are absurd, but there’s maybe something to this one.

Maybe Steve will like it, too—his name on Eddie’s back.

“Is it too much?” Eddie asks, voice taking on that higher pitch that only dogs can hear. He turns to Wayne, panicky and desperate. “Do you think it’s coming on too strong?”

Wayne’s mouth twists up all sardonic and wry as he snorts and replies, “that boy’s been writing you love notes for months. There ain’t no such thing as too strong, for a thing like that.”

Eddie feels his cheeks warm. He breaks eye contact, looking down the floor as he scuffs the toe of his boot against the carpet bashfully.

Before he can voice any of the self-conscious bullshit kicking around in his head, there’s a knock at the door. Eddie snaps his head up and freezes, staring with mounting hysteria at the closed front door until there’s a second knock and he snaps back to life.

“Oh my god, places everybody!” Eddie cries, clutching at his head in panic, undoing all the work he’d done on his hair in one fell swoop.

“I ain’t moving,” Wayne says from the chair.

Eddie rushes past him, skidding to a halt in front of the door. He wastes precious seconds taking a few deep breaths before he swings the door open, fake smile plastered on his face. It melts into something excited and real when he catches sight of Steve.

Steve, who’s wearing the leather jacket Chrissy still hasn't returned. Steve, who’s fiddling with the lapels and blushing self-consciously until he catches sight of Eddie’s own attire and bursts out laughing.

“Great minds think alike, huh Harrington?” Eddie asks, smiling down at him.

While on Eddie, the aesthetic mismatch looks bizarre, Steve’s light-wash jeans and green polo somehow only enhance the effect of Eddie’s oversized leather jacket.

“It’s The Return of the King,” Eddie says, looking up and down Steve’s body, smirking before catching sight of his befuddled face. “We’ve really gotta get you up to date on Tolkien.”

“Oh, the hobbit books?” Steve asks, smiling brightly. “I just started the first one. Bilbo’s a pretty cool dude.”

Eddie takes a shuddering breath, heart kicking up a notch. “Yeah, he’s pretty cool,” Eddie replies in a hushed tone. Steve Harrington is reading The Hobbit. This fact somehow has him feeling more faint than seeing him in Eddie’s own jacket. He clears his throat, face hot, heartbeat rapid. “Should—should we go?”

His voice squeaks awkwardly, but Steve doesn’t seem to notice. He just beams up at Eddie and takes two graceful steps back off the front stoop, holding his arm out to gesture Eddie over the threshold of his own trailer.

Eddie slams the door, muffling Wayne’s embarrassing call of, “have him home by ten!” just in time.

He skips down the steps and latches onto Steve’s held out arm, letting Steve lead him toward his car like a gentleman.

“You know, I think Chrissy and Jeff had some sort of weird sex thing with this jacket?” Eddie asks, shaking his arm demonstratively.

“Yeah, Chrissy told me.”

"Seriously?" Eddie squawks, stopping suddenly enough that he kicks up gravel beneath his boots.

"No, you idiot,” Steve says, laughing at him even as he stops beside him, still holding onto Eddie’s arm.

“Oh, good because—”

“Jeff did.”

Eddie sputters, eyes wide until he turns and sees Steve’s shit-stirring grin. “You’re the worst,” he says, pouting as Steve just starts laughing again. “Why do I even like you?”

That has Steve’s ears turning pink, and his eyes averting to look toward his car, seeming almost shy. “Well,” he starts before cutting himself off when his voice comes out strangely high. He clears his throat and continues, “shall we?”

Steve gestures toward his parked car with his free hand because return of The King or not, this guy’s somehow, inexplicably, a nerd.

Eddie wants to kiss him about it, but they’re in public, already toeing the line of what’s acceptable in polite society, so all he does is squeeze Steve’s arm where it’s still wrapped around his and reply, “we shall.”

There will be time for kisses later—time for all of the things Eddie’s finding he wants to do with Steve Harrington.

They’ve got nothing but time.

The End

If you've read this far, thank you so much! Especially if you've like, reblogged, or commented. It all means so much to me, and I appreciate every single one of you.

This could have gone on for another 50k, I'm sure, but this feels like the right ending to me. It's not a story about Being Together, it's a story about Finding Each Other, and they've both done that, with Chrissy, and Robin, and Jeff, and now with each other <3<3<3

Now, one final shoutout to @queenie-ofthe-void for both being the best beta a guy can ask for, and to be the one who came up with this idea at all. It literally couldn't exist without you, and I appreciate you so much <3<3<3

[amorienomore]

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ teachers pet ft. jjk men

an: hi all! i was inspired by listening to k-12 (for like the umpteenth time)

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g.s - subject: history

satoru gojo, or commonly referred to as ‘gojo-sensei’ hardly ever taught. showing up late to classes late with his shades on, leaning back in his chair, and letting his classes do whatever they wanted while he ate sweets the entire damn time. yet, miraculously, a student has never failed his class.

being the only quiet one in your class with remarkable grades, gojo-sensei always came to you for help. “y/n, you’re my only hope,” he’d dramatically exclaim, dropping a stack of papers on your desk. “grade these for me? i swear i’ll give you volunteer hours.” you wanted to decline but you needed the hours honestly since you weren’t in any clubs.

sighing, you take them, “i’m not sure this is even legal.” you murmur.

“it’s not illegal either.” gojo-sensei says, pointing finger guns you’re way. “besides, i need a teachers pet to help keep me in check.” you roll your eyes but grade the papers, ignoring the way his bright azure colored eyes linger on you over the rim of his shades.

g.s - subject: literature

geto-sensei was loved by all students, especially the girls. his long hair, clean look and strong build, he was quite a few of some schoolgirls crushes. but everyone knew just how terrifying he could be when he felt as if someone disrespected literature.

“you didn’t read the book?” he tuts, rubbing his temples, “how disappointing.”

he looks your way, smiling gently, “y/n.” he calls, “would you care to share your thoughts on the symbolism?” you beam and begin chattering away, feeling a tad bit smug. the class groans because everyone knew, how couldn’t anyone when it was so obvious, that you were the favorite.

once the bell rings and the class disperses, you get ready to join your peers to the next class period when he hands you a book. “i think you’d like this one.” his long fingers brush against yours, and for a moment, you swear he’s looking at you differently.

n.k - subject: math

nanami-sensei was a strict, no nonsense man. no phones, no talking, and definitely no excuses.

except for you that is.

“sensei? i forgot my homework.” a student would whine. looking over his glasses before pushing them up, “you get an f.” he’d cooly reply.

“i forgot mine too..” you’d mumble from your seat. he sighs, “make sure you bring it in tomorrow.” and the whole class erupts in protests. “no fair nanami-sensei! that’s just blatant favoritism!” someone shouted.

nanami pushes up his glasses and looks at you. “y/n is a diligent student. unlike the rest of you.” the sounds of your classmates blurs into the background as you lock gazes with him.

the way he says your name and holds your gaze sends shivers down your spine.

f.t - subject: p.e

toji-sensei didn’t do much, just like every other physical education teacher. he sits on the bleachers while the class runs laps.

but when you run by during one of your laps, he suddenly perks up.

“y/n, you’re slacking,” he teases, smirking. shooting him a look, “i’m quite frankly, literally dying.” you pant.

chuckling, he’d wave you over. “come sit with me.” you collapse next to him, and he tosses you his water bottle. “don’t tell the others.” the rest of the class glares, you’re the only one who gets away with skipping laps—and they all know why.

your fingers graze against toji’s but neither of you make an attempt to move but do hide the touch from any lurking eyes.

s.r - subject: biology (idk man bc of his infatuation with cutting things open)

nobody knows how sukuna-sensei is allowed to teach or why they still let him. he insults his students, curses like a sailor and his grading system made no sense.

“sukuna-sensei?” his name is called from across the room, “why’d i get a 72 percent?” a classmate asked.

with a deadpan face, “i don’t like your fucking face.” sukuna-sensei responded.

meanwhile, your papers were always an 100, even though biology was not your strong suit. “perfect grade once again, miss goody two shoes.” he’d say as he passes your paper to you with a smirk.

you’d lift your head to glare at him, “i’ve asked you to stop calling me that.”

he leans in, his breath hitting your ear, “make me.”

your face burns, and you look away. a dark chuckle emerging from him as he walks around passing out the rest of the papers.

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idk just felt like i needed to post something, should i do a pt 2 with other characters?? lmk ^_^

[fatkish]

Class 1A x Thunderbird Quirk Reader: Media Hordes

It was all over every news site. Pro Hero Student (Y/L/N) (Y/N) Stops Typhoon: the amazing feat of a UA student from Class 1A. You had been interning with a pro hero in a small town when the call came in that a serious Typhoon was heading straight for the town. The town was in a flood zone and the locals were trying desperately to sure up their homes and businesses to minimize the damage. The storm was a really bad one and was predicted to cause some fatalities. In order to protect the citizens, you took off into the sky and met the typhoon and managed to reroute the storm to a non populated area.

The damage that would have been caused by the storm was avoided. All that the town experienced was some rainfall but not enough to flood the town. When the citizens heard of what you did, they praised and thanked you. One of your dreams as a Pro Hero was to help bring rainstorms to areas with severe droughts and prevent flooding. This was the first time you actually did something you dreamed of doing.

So the next day after your work study, reporters were swarming the UA gates. It’s one thing when you’re swarmed by people and media that is local to an area you saved, it’s another thing to be swarmed by unaffiliated media groups. Which is exactly what you walked into after your exhaustion from the previous day. You didn’t even realize how many reporters were there due to your near sleep-walking. So you accidentally waltzed right into them.

That’s one hell of a rude awakening. The reporters kept shoving their microphones into your face and a torrent of voices were asking questions. All the sudden attention made you temporarily freeze as your brain tried to comprehend what was happening and create a response that wouldn’t ruin your image. Luckily the school had predicted this kind of thing and had things set in place to help you.

As you were crowded by media, Bakugou literally blasted his way through the horde. Creating an opening that allowed for Todoroki to create a small barrier of ice. Iida came running through and picked you up bridal style, running past the media and quickly depositing you next to Aizawa at the front gate. Sato had baked some muffins for you in case you hadn’t eaten breakfast. Momo gave you a cup of milk tea to help wake you up.

As the Bakusquad and Todoroki helped the teachers disperse the media as students arrived, Midoriya and the others made sure you got to class okay. After eating a few muffins and finishing your tea, you were finally awake enough to function. After the bell rang, Aizawa made sure that you were okay and able to do your schoolwork. After the morning classes finished and it was time for lunch, your classmates couldn’t hold themselves back anymore. They had so many questions about what happened and wanted to hear everything. Every detail, every word, they listened carefully as you recounted what happened.

After classes were over, Aizawa had you stay behind to work on what you missed. Midoriya and Momo had copied their notes from your missed classes and gave them to you. Aizawa sat with you and helped you go over what subjects you struggled with, making sure that you understood the assignment and material. After finishing up your homework and missed work, Aizawa sat and talked to you about what you experienced and made sure that nothing was bothering you. Needless to say, he was very proud of your work and congratulated you on finally doing what you dreamed of as a pro.

[yeonmuse]

ᥫ᭡ f!reader x Park Sunghoon ── 𝒢enre. Uni au. fluff, non idol enha. feats. ot7 [reqs are closed] ᝰ.ᐟ 𝓁ibrary ⛸️

⍣ ೋ AUTHORS NOTES . This is part of admins Enhypen University Special Event. This series also has slight connections to every series in said event so occasionally characters from the other members chapters may appear in this series as well.

˗ˏˋSUMMARY ´ˎ˗ Park Sunghoon doesn’t usually like getting close to new people, but when a little shows up to his place of work in need of skating lessons he finds himself getting oddly close to his older sister. He finds himself developing some uncontainable feelings while having to teach not only her little sister to skate, but her as well.

TAGLIST IS CLOSED ❕ 🏷️

liquid courage

*chapter not proofread sorry for mistakes*

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes to hours as Sunghoon sat trying to come up with some sort of enthusiastic response to her text. Hours he’d let time fly, hours he’d left her to read all because five simple words from her had haunted him ‘it’s what friends are for’. A clear indication that he was to be nothing more than a friend. Sighing he tosses his phone to the side before standing up from his couch. It was like every time he took two steps forward with her something caused him to take five steps right back into the friend zone. He knew it was partially his fault, after all he was the one that said he didn’t want to lose the relationship they had but why was something as simple as being her friend so hard?

Usually Sunghoon would rather stay in and do homework than let Jake or any of the guys that matter take him to any clubs, but tonight he wanted to do anything it would take to shake that feeling of yearning for her. The moment they’d arrived at the club everyone had dispersed and gone their own way and Sunghoon made a Beeline for the bar. While everyone else seemed to be having a good time Sunghoon had sat at the bar for hours quietly and downing shot after shot. There would be no sign of stopping from him until he got every thought of her out of his mind.

“You drink anymore you’ll have enough alcohol in your stomach to cure a cold.’’ Jay approaches him after coming down from stage after his performance and eventually finding his friend sitting at the bar staring down at his phone.

“Would have drank enough to fill a liquor store if you didn’t sit here.’’ sunghoon mumbles in response and Jay couldn’t help but laugh. As entertaining as Jay found this, Seeing Sunghoon get this way was a rare sight.

“You ready to tell me what’s going on yet or do you plan on drinking yourself into memory loss.”

“I prefer the memory loss.” Sunghoon rambles and jay shakes his head before downing the shot in front of him.

“Start talking.”

“Yn are you sure youre okay? That’s your fifth drink tonight and normally you can barely handle two?” Mari questions, giving her friend a look of concern as she watched her down her fifth drink that night before going back to dancing.

“I’m fine. Perfectly fine, I don't even feel them.” She responds softly, a dead giveaway that she was in fact drunk. A goofy smile decorated her lips and her eyes half closed as she twirled around the dance floor without a care in the world.

Truth be told Jinsoul knew it had been her idea to take her out but as she stood watching her friend down drink after drink before dancing around like a mad woman she was slightly regretting it.

“I’m gonna go get some water you guys, keep an eye on her.” Mari slips through the crowd of bodies on the dance floor before disappearing somewhere near the bar.

“Yn baby let’s go take a little break.” Jinsoul drags the girl along as she finds the four of them a deserted table off in the corner.

“She’s going to hate herself in the morning.” Fatou comments before taking the seat across from Jinsoul.

“I need another drink.” Yn whines, making both fatou and jinsoul share a horrified glance.

“Absolutely not.” The two scream in unison.

“I’m gonna go find Mari so she knows what table we’re at, she needs that water like yesterday.” Jinsoul shakes her head as she pushes held up from her seat, leaving Fatou to look after you in the absence of the two.

Fatou nods the girl off before returning her attention to yn who now been mindlessly tapping away at her phone.

“Who are you texting???”

“No one!”

Yn gave the girls a run for their money the entire night, it was evident that her 5 drinks had kicked in by the end of the night because she’d become hard to contain. As if she hadn’t already been a handful when she was drunk and mopping about, a drunken girl in love was far worse. It only took two words to set her off and she’d turned the entire bar upside down. Dancing on strangers, and on tables like a mad woman without a care in the world. All she cared about was the fact that he shared the same feelings for her that she did for him.

By the time their girls night out came to an end she’d been completely zonked, all three girls knew she wild hate herself in the morning especially once she realized that in her drunken daze she messaged the one person she was drinking to forget.

3 am had rolled around and her eyes cracked open, immediately sparking a headache and amplifying the thumping in her head. She assumed the other girls were fast asleep as the house had been completely silent other than the creaking is her bed as she swung her legs over the side. The moment her feet touched down upon the cold floor shiver ran up her spine and her gaze shift over to the window where the score had began to fall outside.

Stuffing her feet into her slippers she shuffles across the floor and out of her bedroom, making a beeline straight for the kitchen to get her self a glass of water and an aspirin which she desperately needed. After downing both the water and the medicine in one gulp she slips back into her room.

“How much did I drink.” She groans, holding het head as she plops down onto her bed and takes her phone into her hands to check the time, 3:29 a.m her lockscreen read, right below it a text from none other than park Sunghoon at 12:45 pm.

Her eyes widened and she immediately swiped open her messages, her heart sinking deeper and deeper into her chest with every message she read. She had absolutely humiliated herself last night, but that wasn’t even the most important part, the most important part was the words he’d spoke to her in response, confirmation that he liked her too.

The snow had come falling down making the night far more serene and quiet in comparison to last nights events. Sunghoon stood beneath the gazebo listening to the whistling of the wind through the trees as he waited for her to arrive, his eyes shaking and heart thumping in his chest as he came to the realization that tonight was the night. For weeks he’d convinced himself that he Baby liked her as anything more than a friend, he convinced himself that his admiration for her was nothing more of that ‘admiration’. Now here he stood after finally admitting to not only himself but to her that he liked as so much more, waiting to ask her a question he’d been yearning to ask.

The sound of leaves and snow crunching beneath someone’s feet catches his attention and his breath catches in his throat. The smell of her familiar perfume invaded his senses and her voice finally breaks through the silence.

“You would choose a night like this, to confess? On a night where a girl is freezing her ass off?” Sunghoon couldn’t help but chuckle, even at a time like this she chose to be the most unserious. Taking a step close to her he takes off his own jacket before putting it around her. His eyes search hers as she gazed up at him, a gaze that he often tried his best to not return but tonight he’d return her gaze with just as much adoration.

“Warm enough?” Despite Sunghoons coat gazing given her warmth a shiver ran up her spine at the way he gazed at her, a look that had held so much infatuation within them that she hadn’t recognized before tonight.

“Yes.” She spoke softly, her voice near a whisper, so faint that of he’d not been only inches away from her he wouldn’t have caught it.

A silence lingers between the two of them as they both stood staring at one another. This was the first time either of them had been this close together and neither wanted to disrupt this moment, but Sunghoon had already waited long enough. Brushing the loose strands of hair behind her ear he finally said the words that the two of them had long awaited for.

“I like you, not as just your friend, not as just your teacher. I hate it when anyone flirts, hate it when anyone gets closer to you than i know i could be. I don’t want to give anyone else the chance to even think about asking you. Tomorrow, tomorrow night I want to take you out. No siblings, no friends, just the two of us. A real date.”

“Took you long enough, im standing here freezing my ass off Park Sunghoon.” She responds making him chuckle, and brush his thumb over her cheek, admiring the pout on her lips

“I’ll take that as a yes?” He responds, an amused smile on his lips

“Obviously its a yes you think i’d say no after making such a fool of myself last night?” Sunghoon throws his hands up in surrender, letting out a snicker at her sudden sass, watching as she steps beside him to watch the snowfall

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[koolades-world]

Spellbound Secrets

prologue: calm before the storm

synopsis: The House of Lamentation caught fire one night, and you were the only one they recovered from the wreckage. The brothers were in the house as well when you went to bed that night, but they were nowhere to be found. The pact marks are faded, and seem to be getting more and more indefinite by the day. You and Solomon get to investigating but oddly enough, nobody can seem to remember the missing brothers. It’s up to you, with the help of Solomon, to find your beloved demons, lest you never see them again.

navigation: playlist | prologue (you are here!) | chapter one (coming next saturday)

authors note: this was postponed because a roach haha, but! it’s finally here and I’m excited to share the product of my hard work with you all! what do we think of the banner? made it myself! i think it’s nice but I’ll probably hate it in a couple of years haha. please do check out the playlist i made too. more explanation will be made on the post about it :) special thanks to @aaliyahxxvi and @rcbsbb for beta reading each and every chapter for me, as well as being awesome friends <3

While your several years of living in the Devildom came with its challenges, you wouldn't trade it for anything. It was hard to adjust to, and it felt like every day came with a new hurtle for you to overcome. From almost having your soul stolen, to almost failing several classes, to almost dying, you'd seen it all. But, every time, the key word was almost. You always made it out relatively unscathed, to the point where it was a running joke between you and the brothers, some more so than others. (Lucifer didn't find it very funny.)

You really couldn't ask for more. Despite how things seemed early on in your stay, you'd really begun to enjoy everything about the life you hadn't expected, no less asked for. There was so much about living you truly looked forward to now.

Every morning, you knew to expect Mammon either in your room already because he spent the night over, or barging in as soon as he was awake so you could get ready together. More often than not, in the middle of getting ready, Asmo would burst into the room and ask your opinion on what to wear that day. He and Mammon would bicker and if you didn't end the fighting, they'd disperse on their own once they realized you'd walked off. Lucifer wasn't a morning demon, which took you longer to learn that you'd thought, still took the time out of his morning to brew you a cup of coffee.

Every afternoon, you enjoyed a tea with Satan while you read or did some homework together. Sometimes, you didn't say a single word to each other, but just being together was comforting enough. Then, you'd spent a while with Levi, playing whatever game he'd selected for that day. If it was a game you couldn't play together, you'd happily talk about your day while the other played the game. Finally, once it started to get later in the day and the Devildom began to cool down, you accompanied Beel on his second workout of the day. After a long day, you snuggled with Belphie and unwound. As much as he protested about it, he made a great pillow.

You always had a movie night at least once a week which everyone was required to attend; the brothers didn't have it in them to say no. More often than not, the members of Purgatory Hall and the Demon Lord's Castle (if Barbatos permitted it) came over to join you. It was just a fun excuse to get together and enjoy each other's company.

The routine was comforting, to say the least. You'd all grown into it. You felt safe, and content.

That night had started and ended just like any other. It had been Asmo's turn to cook dinner, and as part of a deal the two of you had made together, he'd agreed to make your favorite. In exchange, he made you promise to reserve one evening just for him. Lingering in the kitchen while he cooked was one of your favorite pastimes.

That night, you were almost certain you feel asleep with three demons in your room. Mammon had claimed your right side, as he usually did, which left your other side up for grabs. Satan laid on your left with a book in hand, one you recognized as one you'd gotten together in the human world, and a little reading light. Levi was at the end of the bed, on his Devilswitch. You and Mammon had briefly argued over the remote, but in the end, you selected what you watched even though he had the remote. You chided Satan for having the light on, to which he apologized for and tried his best to keep it out of your eyes. He didn't move though, because he wasn't willing to give up his spot. Levi didn't cause too much of a disturbance, only the occasional exclamations about whatever he was playing.

It wasn't anything out of the ordinary: how things should be. You looked forward to tomorrow. You could already picture what the next day held. You had plans with Satan to head to a new bookstore at the edge of town, and Beel wanted to go on an evening hike and picnic in a nearby park, to which you weren't going to refuse.

If only things were to play out as you imagined.

You weren't sure exactly what time it was when you woke up, but it was blistering, and you couldn't identify a reason why. Your sheets were dangling off the bed, likely the doing of Mammon. You fan was at the highest speed, but it actually only seemed to be making the heat worse. Even stranger was the fact that not a single one of the demons you'd fallen asleep with at your side was present. Not Satan, not Levi, and even not Mammon. In your sleepy stupor, you peeled off the fluffy jacket you were wearing in an attempt to cool off, leaving you in a thinner undershirt. As you plodded around the room, you saw they were nowhere in sight. Their belongings were scattered about, as if they were only going to be gone for a short amount of time and might be back any minute.

Perhaps you might've gone back to bed if you didn't hear the sound of a voice you thought you recognized through the door, accompanied by a muffled roaring. The doorknob burned to the touch, waking you up fully. You wrung out your hand and hissed, cradling it close to your body. It would surely result in a burn later, but for now, that was the least of your concern. The smell of smoke flooded your senses. The was a fire happening in the House of Lamentation, and you were trapped in your room with no way out.

You retreated back to your bed, ripping it apart in search of your D.D.D. Once you found it, you struggled to dial the Devildom equivalent of 911. Thankfully, the call went through and if nobody else had already made a call, they would be on their way.

"666, what is the address of your emergency?" The operator on the other end of the line spoke calmly and clearly.

"The House of Lamentation. The big, haunted creepy house. On Hollow Avenue. I think my house is on fire. I'm trapped in my bedroom." You kept your voice as even as you could so she could understand you.

"The fire department is on their way, sweetie. Are there any other exits?" You could hear the sound of the operator typing.

"No. The only way out is my door, and I burnt my hand on the doorknob. I know you're not supposed to open the door." You weren't sure when you had begun to shake, and struggled to hold the phone up to your ear.

"Alright, put a towel underneath the door to block smoke. Stay low to the ground if you can. What floor are you on?" You could hear the information you were giving to the operator being relayed to others. Doing as she asked, you threw open your closet door and shoved as many towels as you could between the door and the floor.

"First. I'm on the first floor. First floor. I'm not the only one who lives here though. They might be trapped too. I heard someone else before." You thought you heard someone yelling when you'd first approached the door, but you became quickly preoccupied with your own matters. You wished you hadn't.

"Don't panic. Someone is coming to rescue you. I'll stay on the line with you, alright?" She reassured you.

"Thank you." There was a slight pause in your conversation, so you continued to speak. "What's going to happen if they can't get to me in time?" A sort of morbid curiosity crossed your mind. You didn't want to find out, but the thought lingered.

"You're all going to be alright. Talk to me. What's your name?" You didn't know much about the tactics of dispatchers, but maybe she was trying to keep you calm.

"Mc. I'm Mc. I'm one of the human exchange students." You stumbled over your own name. You had no clue what to do besides answer her questions. You felt useless just standing in one spot, but were rooted there.

"How many other people are in the house?" She remained calm, and you took a deep breath, so you could continue to answer her questions. You could feel the panic creeping in and begin envelop you, not unlike the smoke you were trying to block out.

"There should be seven others. A family. I don't know where they are. They were in my room, but they're gone." She probably already knew who the brothers were, and who you were, but you couldn't stop the words from tumbling out of your mouth.

"What are you wearing?" She asked you.

"It's really hot in here, miss." You were quickly growing lightheaded, and drenched in sweat.

"I know. I'm sorry. What are you wearing?" She repeated herself.

"Um, a white tank top and some blue checkered pajama pants." Neither article of clothing belonged to you. The pants were Lucifer's and the tank top you'd stolen from Mammon. It was the one thing about the situation that managed to get you to think a little more positively.

"What's the charge on your device, Mc?" Her using your name shocked you a little. It took you a second to realize you'd just given her your name, which is how she knew.

"It's getting low." Because of the brothers staying over in your room, you never had the chance to plug it in before you went to sleep. Mammon had told you he would do it, but it seems you'd both forgotten.

"What percent?" She asked.

"Twenty-nine." You hoped the battery would last long enough.

"Don't hang up. Help will be there shortly." You tried to respond, but it felt as if all the breath had been knocked out of you. You felt as if your legs were going to give way, so you took a seat on the edge of your bed.

"Miss, I don't feel good." Sweat rolled down your forehead and would've gone into your eyes if you didn't swipe it away, which was growing more and more difficult by the second. The heat was agonizing and you almost felt like you were melting.

"Keep talking to me. How old are you?" When you didn't respond, the operator prompted you again. "Mc? Are you still there?"

You tried to continue to speak to her, but you couldn't form the words you wanted to. Nothing came out correctly. She continued to speak to you, but you just wanted to lay down. She grew quieter the more time passed. The room had started spinning at some point. The urge to close your eyes grew stronger and stronger, so you told yourself just a moment wouldn't hurt.

The next thing you remembered was waking up in what had to be a hospital room. You didn't recognize anything in the room, and everything was unusually bright. Whoever had last been in your room had tucked you in carefully in your hospital bed. You could see from your chest down, but your arms were sitting on to of the covers. An IV drip was in your left arm, and from the elbow down, your right arm was wrapped in bandages. The TV in the room was on to your favorite Devildom cooking channel. It was an episode you'd seen before, so you didn't bother to focus on it. Besides the sound of the television you could hear hushed whispering and shuffling from the hallway, and the constant beeping of the machine connected to you.

As you were taking in your surroundings, the door just out of your line of sight opened. You expected it to be one of the brothers, or a nurse maybe, but it was Solomon. It was nice to see a familiar face regardless of who it belonged to.

"Mc! You're awake. I'll call the nurse." With a smile befitting of the gods, he moved to leave the room again.

"Wait, please." He paused with his hand on the doorknob. "What happened?" Solomon backtracked and pulled up a chair to sit beside your bed. You stared at him expectantly, as he thought about, presumably, what to say next.

"The House of Lamentation caught on fire, but thankfully, you were alright. You got some burns but the doctor says it could've been much worse. You've been out for about a day now. How much do you remember?" He flexed his fingers.

"Not much, but I think that's a good thing. How are the brothers? I hope they're doing well." You expected Solomon to just answer the question, but instead, he cocked an eyebrow.

"What are you talking about?" At first, you just assumed he was kidding, but this was an odd thing to be joking about.

"You know, the seven brothers? They're the avatars of sin? They should've been in the house. Are they fine or did they get hurt in the fire too?" When he only stared at you blankly, you didn't know how to react. "You're scaring me, Solomon. This isn't funny." You thought back over what you'd said. It all made sense in your head, but something just wasn't clicking for Solomon.

"Who are 'the brothers?'"

[prettygirl-gabi]

Love in Secret

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Rating:General Audiences

Warning: Fluff, mini sibling feud, slight smut suggestion

Category:F/M

Fandom:Seventeen (SVT) (boyband)

Relationships: !brother's best friend Dk x !f reader, with !brother woozi

Summary: secret love, family feuds is it really wroth it for what could be the happiest moments with the person you love

Trope : brother's best friend

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Hiiiii everyone who is reading! Welcome to the tenth installment of my new mini series called "Oi! Not this again!" They do not have to be read together or in order! I hope you all enjoy!

I had known Seokmin for almost all my life. He was my brother, Jihoon’s, best friend. The charming, always smiling, bundle of sunshine that seemed to brighten every room he walked into. Growing up, Seokmin was practically family, always around and participating in every little adventure Jihoon and I used to dream up.

It wasn’t until recently that I started seeing him differently. Before, he was just Seokmin – the boy who helped me with my math homework and saved me from spiders. Now, he was Seokmin – the guy who made my heart race whenever he smiled at me.

My relationship with Seokmin, of course, remained a secret. Well, semi-secret because he had told Jihoon about his feelings for me early on. Unfortunately, Jihoon made it clear then that dating me was off-limits. So, here we were, sneaking around like guilty teenagers even though we were all legally adults.

It all began on a cool autumn night. Our small group of friends had decided to have a movie night at our house. Jihoon insisted on one of his favorite horror movies, which I loathed. I found myself sandwiched between Jihoon and Seokmin on the couch. About thirty minutes into the movie, I couldn't take it anymore and buried my face into the cushions.

"Scared already?" Seokmin whispered, his warm breath tickling my ear. I could feel my cheeks turning pink as I glanced up at him. He had this knowing look in his eyes, and a soft smile playing on his lips.

"Just tired," I lied, glancing sideways to ensure my brother hadn't noticed. Jihoon was too engrossed in the movie, oblivious to the silent exchange between us.

The night passed with stolen glances and moments where our hands would brush against each other, sending tiny jolts of excitement through me. As the night ended and everyone dispersed, Seokmin lingered a little longer under the pretense of helping me clean up. Once alone, he leaned down, and our lips met in a gentle, secret kiss.

“Goodnight, y/n,” he whispered softly before leaving, and I couldn't help but smile, already eager for our next stolen moment.

The next few weeks felt like a whirlwind. Between secret meetings and shared confessions, my feelings for Seokmin grew deeper. Every encounter was electric, filled with the thrill of secrecy and the fluttering of young love.

It was one such meeting, in the safety of my bedroom – Jihoon was out with friends – when things took a turn. We were sitting on my bed, Seokmin’s arm wrapped around me as we talked about everything and nothing all at once. Suddenly, the door burst open, and there stood Jihoon. The look of betrayal on his face was unmistakable.

“What is this?” Jihoon demanded, eyes darting between me and Seokmin.

“Jihoon, calm down,” Seokmin started, standing up to face his best friend.

“Calm down?!” he shouted. “Seokmin, you promised me. Y/N, how could you? You knew I didn’t want this.”

I stood up, squeezing Seokmin’s hand for strength. “Ji-Wo-Woozi oppa, we love each other. We didn’t mean to hurt you, but you have to understand…”

His voice was laced with anger and hurt, “Understand what? That my best friend and my sister are sneaking around behind my back?”

Seokmin tried to calm him, “Woozi, listen, I love your sister. I really do. I would never hurt her, you know that.”

Jihoon shook his head, still visibly upset. “I need time to process this. I can’t believe you two would go behind my back like this.”

As days turned into weeks, Jihoon stayed distant, creating a palpable tension whenever we were all together. I missed my brother’s laugh, his teasing, and most of all, his approval. It stung seeing the strained look on his face whenever he looked at Seokmin or me.

One evening, I found Jihoon in the kitchen, eating his feelings with a pint of ice cream. Taking a deep breath, I walked towards him, hoping to finally bridge the growing chasm between us.

“Oppa, can we talk?” I asked softly.

He glanced at me, his eyes softening for a fraction before he sighed, “What is there to talk about?”

“I’m sorry for hiding it from you. We should have been honest from the start, but we were scared of how you’d react,” I admitted, sitting down across from him.

“I get it,” he finally said after a pause. “It’s just... Seokmin’s like my brother too. I was scared of what would happen if things didn’t work out between you two.”

I nodded, understanding his concerns. “Jihoon, we’re serious about each other. I can’t promise you that we’ll be together forever, but I can promise you that we’ll try our hardest. All I want is your support, your blessing.”

He was quiet for what felt like an eternity before finally saying, “Fine. But if he ever hurts you, he’ll have me to answer to.”

I beamed at him, throwing my arms around him in a tight hug. “Thank you, Woozi. That’s all I needed.”

That night, as I recounted the conversation to Seokmin, his eyes shone with relief and happiness. He pulled me into a warm embrace, whispering against my forehead, “We did it.”

From that day on, things started to fall into place. Jihoon slowly warmed up to the idea of us, and the tension melted away, replaced by the familiar camaraderie we’d always known. Our relationship was no longer a secret, and it felt liberating to love unapologetically in the open.

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‐Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-Gabi✨️🎀

[elephantshoetoo]

So, I wrote this little miwi flashback scene today. I plan to use it in The Byler Files somewhere, but I don't know where yet. Probably Vol.4.

(*warning: contains a homophobic slur.)

May 7th, 1979,

The schoolyard at Hawkins Elementary…

(It's morning recess. After staying back to talk to his teacher about a late homework assignment, 8-year-old Mike Wheeler exits the building with Miss Drew to find his best friend Will huddled in a corner, his legs pulled up to his chest, quietly crying into his knees. Mike rushes over to him, alarmed.)

MIKE: Will! What happened?! Are you okay? Why… why are you crying?

(The teacher catches up and bends down to check on him.)

MISS DREW: Will…? Honey? Can you tell me what happened?

(Will shakes his head and pulls himself in tighter.)

MIKE: Are you sick? Are you hurt?

(Still not looking up, he shakes his head again. Mike rubs his back, concerned.)

MISS DREW: Sweetie, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong…

(Will doesn't respond. He squeezes his legs like he's trying to fold in on himself and disappear.)

MIKE (to the teacher): I… I can probably get him to talk… (Nodding, she mouths, “Okay,” and continues watching them.) Um… alone.

MISS DREW: Oh. Alright. (She hesitates, but decides it's probably the best course of action.) Well, let me know if he needs anything, okay?

MIKE: Yes, ma’am.

(Once she's gone, Mike puts his arms around Will and holds him tight, rocking slightly to comfort him. He softly hums the tune of “I Want You to Want Me” by Cheap Trick. When he feels Will start to loosen up, Mike pulls back to see if he'll talk yet.)

MIKE (softly): Will? Are you okay? What happened?

WILL (sniffling, into his knees): It's… it's nothing. It's stupid.

MIKE: Hey, it's not nothing if it upsets you… You can tell me.

(Will sighs and leans into Mike, whose arm is still cradled around his back.)

MIKE: Please…?

WILL: Okay… (Mike soothingly strokes Will's hair, waiting patiently for him to feel safe enough to open up. Will tilts his head slightly and peeks up at Mike. He's greeted with an encouraging smile and relaxes a bit more. Gathering his thoughts, Will starts to talk, slowly at first, his words tinged with shame.) James and Troy were… were calling me names again. And… and everybody laughed.

MIKE: Oh.

(Mike looks out at the schoolyard. A few groups of kids are still hovering nearby, glancing at them and whispering. Mike sends them a piercing scowl and they quickly disperse.)

MIKE: What did they call you?

WILL: Troy said his dad told him I'm a… a…

(Will tears up a bit and hides his face again.)

MIKE (gently coaxing): A what?

WILL (cringing): A… a disguting… f*ggot…?

MIKE: Oh. (He looks down, wincing, then purses his lips and resolves to make Will feel better.) Well… it doesn't matter what they think. They're a bunch of stinky dunderheads anyway. (Will chuckles sadly for a brief moment.) I mean, they even waited until Lucas was home sick and I… (regretfully) wasn't here. They're total cowards.

WILL: I know, but… it's not just them – everybody thinks it. Even my dad.

MIKE: R-really…?

WILL (looking down): Yeah.

MIKE: Well… I don't.

(Will gazes over at Mike, overwhelmingly relieved to hear this.)

WILL: Y-you don't?

MIKE: No! I could never think anything bad about you. You're… you're perfect, Will.

WILL (quietly): No, I'm not.

MIKE: I think you are…

WILL: Really…?

MIKE: Yeah. Really.

WILL: But… what if it turns out they're right?

MIKE: They're NOT!

WILL: But, what if… what if they are? Would… would you still like me?

MIKE: Will. (Mike holds Will's face between his hands and peers resolutely into his eyes. He speaks gently but insistently.) I would still love you.

(A flash of joy lights up Will's whole face.)

WILL: Y-you would?

MIKE: Yeah! Of course. You're my best friend. (He squeezes Will's hand reassuringly.) Nothing could ever change that, okay?

(Fresh tears slip down Will's cheeks. He gives Mike a small, grateful smile, rubbing his thumb over Mike's knuckles for comfort.)

WILL: Okay.

(Mike tenderly caresses Will's face, wiping away his tears, then pulls him against his chest, kissing the top of his head. Holding Will securely in his arms, Mike's heart glows with a sparkly kind of warmth.)

WILL: Mike…?

MIKE: Yeah?

WILL: D’you know a f*ggot is…?

MIKE: No… D-do you?

WILL (shrugging): I dunno. Something horrible and gross, I think. It… it sounds like… some kind of… monstrous garden slug, maybe...?

MIKE (laughing): Well, you're definitely not that!

WILL (also laughing): No, I guess not.

(Mike gives Will one last comforting hug before they stand up and, hand in hand, head over to swings. Watching them from the school steps, Miss Drew smiles to herself.)

(END SCENE)

*The Byler Files, vol 1 and 2, and the first half of vol. 3 are all on AO3, under the name ElephantShoe.

Okay, now I seriously need to get back to the story I'm supposed to be working on.

(Procrastination -- the best way to get something *else* done. Am I right?)

[shadesofmauve]

Author Ask Tag?!

(Punctuation interpretation: Apparently we don't know if it's an author ask tag or not, but we do know it's very excited about it)

Thanks to @fenmere for tagging me. I haven't answered any of these in a while, but wow, do I need a distraction. And I'll tag @swaps55.

I'm going to answer for the original idea I'm working on, even though I'm barely working on it and it's barely a thing, because I think it might be helpful.

What is the main lesson of your story? Why did you choose it?

I started with a character, not a lesson. I usually have characters and places I want to play with, rather than core conflict, lesson, or plot — that's why most of what I've written is fanfic. I think this idea has legs because I DID come up with a core conflict, but it's not as interesting an answer to the question.

What I definitely have are big goals that I wouldn't call lessons. I want to write a sci-fi novel starting on another planet with a character who feels about her home the way I feel about mine. I want a vehicle to show the depth of connection humans can have to place — and eventually, to show that sometimes instead of 'you can never go home' you find 'you can go home and appreciate it more because you've experienced other places'. I want to play with more utopian societies, and the idea that someone can work to become native to a place, in terms of how they interact with it. (Yes I adore Robin Wall Kimmerer, her work will come up again later).

I also want a bisexual amputee lady to shoot an asshole with a giant tranq rifle.

Y'know. Goals.

What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding?

I've been noodling on two planets (one of which we never see in the story, but that don't stop me) and the general interstellar human culture. Sadly, as the plot developed, I seem to end up with a lot more time in space than on Moira's home planet, which is where I WANTED things to be rooted. Like, shit.

Lots of cool things about our own environment with one dramatic change went into Moira's planet. Robin Wall Kimmerer's book on moss provided an entire biome with the simple "Okay, that spore dispersal method, but a hundred feet tall" transformation. There's another that started with "What kind of environment would allow a barnacle-like filter-feeder to exist in air instead of water?" It all develops outward from there, in an apparently chaotic but functional series of little growing tendrils. Like a slime mold.

What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, or help the reader grow as a person?

Moira's trying to not have humanity go to war with aliens we've hardly met, and to get back to her home and her life.

I'm trying to fuck her up enough to keep it interesting.

How many chapters is your story going to have?

How does anyone know that?! It's a mystery! I won't know until I'm polishing the epilogue, if it even HAS an epilogue. (I don't think it has an epilogue, actually. I've already written the end. Three paragraphs of it. This thing only has 4000 words and 200 of them are the end.)

Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Original, and let's not get ahead of our selves. Also I agree with @fenmere; sick of the word 'content.' It's fiction. My visual art is visual art. It's not grist for the content mill.

When did you start writing?

4th grade! I hated writing homework. Total block. One afternoon when class got out I noticed the teacher had a converse shoe keychain, and made up shit on the spot about a little guy who lived in it. She said, "See, you make stories! Try writing that one down!" So I did.

(I don't think it had a plot, either. At least I'm consistent.)

Do you have any words of encouragement for fellow writers of writeblr? What other writers do you follow?

I'm going to quote @fenmere's wise words, here:

"Look for the aspects of writing that grip you, and celebrate them, roll in them like a dog that’s found something stinky, eat them like a fan of picture books, smear them all over your face, wear them for clothing, and then, feral and ravenous for more, go hunting."

Does that seem like a cop-out? Yes! As Dorothy Sayer's Lord Peter Wimsey once said, "A felicity for quotation covers the absence of original thought."

[laxyaklovesloz]

Danny Phantom Revisit Season One

03 What You Want 1

Master Post

Tucker

Tucker shared his next class with Sam. The two sat next to each other because they were friends, and of course, they would sit next to each other. This gave them ample opportunity to pass notes back and forth.

“Danny’s just being dramatic, right?” Tucker wrote.

“What are you talking about?” Sam replied. “Danny seems really messed up right now.”

“Yeah, but he’ll get over it, right? I mean, doesn’t he realize he’s a superhero now?”

“Maybe you should tell him,” Sam suggested. “He might need to hear it.”

What could Tucker say to Danny to get him out of his funk? Then he wrote, “Okay, I will. Tomorrow.”

Sam gave him a surreptitious thumbs-up.

The Next Day

Tucker thought all the next day about what he should say to Danny. Sam was out sick, so she wouldn’t be able to help. At lunch, the boys talked about the Fall Fair and made plans to meet there later. That’s where Tucker would talk to Danny.

After completing his homework, Tucker went to the fair. He noticed a swap meet near the entrance and browsed the wares. A set of skateboard wheels sat among a pile of junk. Tucker reached out to pick them up when Danny did the same. They looked at each other for a moment, both holding the set.

“Two for me, two for you?” Danny suggested.

“Sounds fair,” Tucker said.

They paid their shares to the table owner and walked away happy. Danny opened the packaging and gave two wheels to Tucker, who stuffed them in his pocket. Danny did the same thing with his wheels and threw away the packaging.

They passed a booth called “Madam Babazita’s Mystical Oddities.” Tucker picked up a fancy bottle and read the label.

“A gene in a bottle? I don’t think so,” Tucker said, putting the bottle down. “Thanks anyway.”

As the boys walked on, they passed a young mom and her complaining daughter. Tucker cringed at the sound of the kid’s voice.

Well, now seemed like a good enough time to bring up Tucker’s thoughts to Danny. He started with, “Danny, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Shoot!” Danny said.

“It’s about–”

“No, I mean, shoot, my ghost sense!”

“Oh, right.”

Danny ran behind a stall so no one would see him transform. Tucker sighed. There he goes off to be a superhero.

The ghost appeared next to the snack stand. She had ridiculously long black hair, ectoplasmic green skin, and red eyes. She wore a belly-dancer outfit complete with bangles and sported a tail instead of legs.

The ghost made the cotton candy machine overproduce candy, causing a wave of the pink sugary substance.

The complaining girl screamed in delight, “Cotton can–” and was cut off by the flood.

Danny, in Phantom form, flew up to the ghost.

“I am Desiree,” the ghost said. “What is your wish?”

Danny looked taken aback. He probably expected the ghost to attack.

“Um,” Danny said, “well, it’d be nice if you would clean this up.”

“So you wish it, so it shall be,” Desiree said. She waved her hands, and the cotton candy disappeared. All except for a bundle in the crying girl’s hands.

“Uh, thanks,” Danny said.

“No, thank you,” Desiree said, and flew off, turning invisible.

“That was slamming!” Tucker said to Danny. “Whatever that was.”

Danny floated down to him, chuckling. “Easiest ghost yet. I guess not all ghosts are bad.”

“Yeah, that’s kinda what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“In a minute,” Danny said. People were coming out from their hiding places and started applauding Danny. “I need to hide.”

“Oh, right,” Tucker said as Danny zoomed off.

Why didn’t Danny revel in the glory? He deserved it. Couldn’t he take one minute to indulge in praise?

The small crowd dispersed. Tucker shrugged. Maybe he could talk some sense into Danny.

Except Danny didn’t come back. Tucker waited for a long time. He figured Danny had trouble finding a safe place to transform. But fifteen minutes went by, then thirty, and Tucker was still standing alone.

“This stinks,” he said, kicking the dirt. He called it quits and left the fair on his own.

The Next Day

Saturday morning, Tucker called Danny.

“Dude, why’d you bail on me yesterday?” Tucker asked.

“Sorry,” Danny said. “I tried looking for Desiree, but no luck.”

“Why?”

“I want to know her story and why she’s here.”

“Whatever, man,” Tucker said.

“Will you be at the game tonight? Remember, I’m taking over for the mascot.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll support you being the mascot.”

“Cool! See you then!”

“Wait!”

But Danny had already hung up. Now Tucker had no excuse to see his best friend before the game. He called Sam next.

“I think Danny’s avoiding me,” he said.

“Why’s that?” Sam sounded miserable with a stuffy nose.

“He ditched me yesterday after a ghost attack, and–”

“Wait, there was a ghost attack?”

“Well, not really.” Tucker explained what happened with Desiree in a flat tone. “Anyway, that’s not important. What’s–”

“Yes, it is!” Sam said. “The Lunch Lady was docile half the time, and a raving lunatic the other half. What if this Desiree becomes volatile?”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Tucker conceded. “But what about Danny?”

“Did you talk to him?”

“No! That’s what I’ve been trying to say.”

“I’m sure he’ll come around,” Sam dismissed. “Look, I’m feeling horrible. I think I need sleep.”

“Alright, sure,” Tucker sighed. “Get feeling better.”

“Thanks, Tuck.”

Later That Night

At the football game that night, Tucker watched Danny in the mascot costume more than the team. Danny made a decent raven, jumping around playfully. The team, however, couldn’t overcome the monsters that were the opposing team.

“This is pathetic,” Tucker said. “Our team’s fading fast.”

The Casper High Ravens huddled together during a timeout. Green mist appeared and settled over Dash. The star quarterback grew twice his size and growled at a teammate, who ran away. The rest of the team dispersed for the next play.

Monster Dash threw the football, then ran so fast that he caught it himself.

“Wow! It looks like those high-protein breakfasts are really paying off!” an announcer said.

Danny ran over to Tucker, who said excitedly, “Do you believe this, Danny? Dash is a beast!”

“And getting beastlier,” Danny said worriedly.

After smashing the football into the end zone, Dash turned around and showed off his muscles.

“Holy Mark McGwire, look at those arms!” a second announcer said.

Danny said, “I think he’s running on ghost power. I need your help!”

Tucker stood up. “To kick some ghost booty?”

“Sort of,” Danny said, his eyes flashing green.

“I’m in,” Tucker said.

Danny

Danny had Tucker put on the mascot costume so he could go ghost. He flew invisibly up to Dash, who was in line for a snap.

“Fifteen!” Dash growled. “Twenty-five! Thirty-two!”

“Whoa! Ghost energy’s pretty strong,” Danny noted. “But hopefully ripe for the picking.”

He phased his hands into Dash’s head and pulled. The monster ghost came out easily, and Danny dragged it behind the bleachers. There, he sucked it into the Thermos.

“Back to the Ghost Zone for you, pal,” Danny said, capping the Thermos.

There was the snap of a camera flash, and he whipped around. A tall kid with red hair stood holding a camera to his face. The camera flashed again, and Danny held up a hand to shield his eyes.

“Finally!” the kid said, lowering his camera. “Can I ask you some questions?”

Danny’s face scrunched up in a mixture of confusion and rage. Who did this kid think he was to take pictures of him?

“No!” Danny growled. He shot a small ectoblast at the camera, destroying it completely.

“Hey!”

“Leave me alone!” Danny growled, zooming off. He wasn’t about to stand–or float–around for an interview. The thought made his skin crawl. Besides, he wanted to find Desiree. He had a feeling she was behind this mess.

He spent the rest of the game searching for her but had no luck. How did she keep disappearing? Feeling as defeated as the home team, he flew home to deposit the ghost in the Ghost Zone.

At home in the lab, Danny had to be careful. His parents were camped in a tent with a giant dream catcher standing on a pole in the middle of the room. He accidentally flew through the dream catcher…

And two Dannys came out. One ghost Danny, and one human Danny. The two Dannys blinked at each other. Ghost Danny quickly picked up human Danny’s body and flew back through the dream catcher. To his relief, one Danny came out. Reconciling the two memories was a trick, though.

“Who’s that?” Dad asked through a stuffy nose. “Somebody out there?” He and Mom stood at the tent flap, looking as sick as Sam.

“Am I interrupting something… that I hope I’m not?” Danny asked.

Mom sniffed and said, “Your father and I are purifying ourselves of negative ghost energy.”

Dad sneezed. “We’re trying to ritually expel any viral ghosts in our systems with the Fenton Ghost Catcher. It’s like a dream catcher, except it expunges ghosts and not dreams, you see.”

“You might just have a cold, you know,” Danny said. “It doesn’t have to be a ghost cold.”

Mom and Dad shared a look, then glared at Danny.

“I remember when I was that naive,” Dad said as they walked out of the lab.

Danny smiled, then turned and walked up to the Ghost Catcher. He put a hand through, and it came out split between ghost and human. Alarmed, he pulled his hand back and held it.

“Whoa!” he said. “This one actually works–a little too well. I’m filing this under ‘must avoid.’”

[anon-apple]

Hot Soup and Soft Bread 27 (END)

ToC and Synopsis <- Chapter 26 Read on WordPress

Chapter 27: Shiitake Mushroom Rice IV

t/n: This is the last chapter of the main story!

When Zhong Qiuyan drove by the location of the former stirfry shop, he parked by the roadside and stared for a long time. The inside has already been cleared out, and the old signboard drooped down from above the doorframe. This will be his restaurant in the future; he couldn’t quite believe it just yet. 

In the past few days, he cooked a few of what he intended to sell as his restaurant's signature dishes for Zhou Cunqu. Dishes like wild shiitake mushroom rice, chestnut pumpkin steamed rice, Pad Thai, et cetera. Cunqu particularly liked the Pad Thai. Zhong Qiuyan had pulled out a bottle of fish sauce from who knows where, and the rice noodles' flavor was particularly delicious. One day, Cunqu requested Qiuyan to cook it again, and he packed a serving inside the little pink pig bento box for Shi Shuyuan to taste. She smiled and said, “Your little pink pig’s cooking skills aren’t bad.”

Zhou Cunqu reiterated: “Don’t call him little pink pig.”

At the same time, the little pink pig Zhong Qiuyan was pulling A’Shan and Da Yu to the side of the storefront. He pointed at it and bragged: “Ge picked this store for me to open a restaurant with. He even did the design of the shopfront for me.” 

Da Yu let out a “Woah” and followed with, “It’s reminiscent of those financial-backer literature.”[1]

Qiuyan rebuked, “This is love with square feet as the unit of measurement, alright?”

Da Yu said to A’Shan: “Look, I’ve said it before. This guy is a prime example of fortune favoring fools.”

Qiuyan scolded, “How am I dumb??”

While the shop was undergoing renovations, Zhong Qiuyan was still busy every day as a bus driver. Instead, he let the unemployed Da Yu help oversee the work. At the same time, the South City Experimental Elementary School also started to renovate after its 35th founding anniversary celebrations. In a year, it would switch locations with the City First High School. This was because a fortune teller foretold that the feng shui (t/n: Chinese geomancy) on October Road was better and moving locations would be beneficial for raising the graduation rate. Anyway, the City First High students started attending school at the October Road location that year. The school uniform for the autumn months included a navy-colored windbreaker made of a material that rustled noisily with movement. They would stream out of the school gates like the dim light rays of the late dusk hours, flow across the street to the pretty little restaurant on the opposite side, and sit down for a meal. Even in the heat of summer vacation, they would meet up at the restaurant to do their summer homework over an order of watermelon shaved ice. In this muddle-headed high school era, they come here to secretly go on dates and come here to be heartbroken. 

Many students from City First High would remember this restaurant. This restaurant named “Hot Soup and Soft Bread”, despite not selling either hot soup or soft bread. Every day, there was a special menu. The seasonal wild shiitake mushroom rice and the signature Pad Thai were both delicious. The boss would stand behind the cooking station and scoop out rice from a giant brown earthen pot, and the aroma of wild shiitake being cooked would disperse and linger around every corner of the small seating area. Many years later, the students of City First High would join the fatigued adults of modern society, working hard to make a living. And in certain sluggish twilight moments, as they drag their weary bodies from their workplace, they would suddenly recall those high school days. Along with it, there is the fragrance of that shiitake mushroom rice. 

When “Hot Soup and Soft Bread” first opened, Da Yu helped out at the restaurant for a while. Zhou Cunqu had designed the little porch[2] outside the storefront so waiting customers or passersby could rest for a short while. However, after the “Double Yolk Egg” Grandpas discovered this location, they would show up early every day with a Go board. Zhong Qiuyan would give them each a cup of barley tea, and they would sit there and play Go until noon.

After getting off work, Cunqu pushed open the restaurant door and sat atop the bar stools next to a whole row of high schoolers. Qiuyan passed him a glass of water and asked, “This customer, what would you like to eat?”

Cunqu was about to reply, but he was interrupted by the excited yelps of the two high school girls next to him who were staring at their phone screens. They screeched, “He’s so handsome so handsome so handsome!!!” Qiuyan leaned over toward Cunqu and asked, “How about the secret menu?” Cunqu nodded.

After a bit, Qiuyan placed a bowl of fried rice before Cunqu. The fried rice contained chopped bamboo shoots, which were in season, as well as marinated meat, white beech mushrooms, and some other seasonal vegetables. Because that bowl of fried rice smelled way too good, the few students sitting beside Cunqu turned over to take a look. Qiuyan knocked on the table and said, “The school day ended, but you guys aren’t rushing home to do homework. How come you all are so free?”

The students’ mouths twitched, and they turned back to stare at their phone screens. They finished their meal, sat around for a bit more, and then, like chirping birds, left the shop amidst chatter to fly off to a nearby cram school. Sometimes, after closing shop around 8 pm, Qiuyan would sit beside the goldfish tank on the second floor and look down from the window. He’d recognize the faces of the backpack-wearing students, holding their trinkets-adorned phones, chatting while rushing to take the subway home. And the next day, at 6 am, those same students will emerge drowsily from various corners of the city and rush back to school.

Zhong Qiuyan and the newly hired waiter finished cleaning up the store. He closed up shop and walked back to Qin Qin Homeland. Zhou Cunqu recently started exercising and had just returned home from a half-hour run. After showering, he sat cross-legged on the sofa looking at his laptop. A few months ago, Shi Shuyan officially invited him to sign on. He leaned against the pedestrian bridge's railing and joked, “Boss, if work gets too demanding, I might leave anytime. You know me. Someone is willing to raise me now.” 

Shiyuan laughed as she cursed, “Gross.”

The one raising Cunqun finally arrived home. After kicking off his shoes, Qiuyan slid onto the sofa and hugged Cunqu’s waist, rubbing his face against his while complaining, “You haven’t taken a single look at me since I got home. You’re just looking at your laptop. I’m angry angry.”[3]  

Cunqu said exasperatedly, “Let me finish up with this email.”

Qiuyan was still repeating: “Angry, angry, angry…”

Cunqu lightly tapped his forehead and said: “Power off. Stop being annoying.”

Qiuyan aggrievedly shut his mouth, stood up, and ran off to the balcony. After Cunqu finally finished up with his work, he closed his laptop and walked to the balcony. He pinched Cunqu’s cheek and said, “Power on.”  

Qiuyan lightly said, “Angry.”

They leaned against the balcony’s railing and looked toward the housing community under construction across the street. The framework of the new buildings was almost complete; time always marched forward. Cunqu lifted his head, took a deep breath, and commented that the air carried the scent of grape juice. Qiuyan replied that give it a month, and Qiu Xuemei would be coming here to gift them two whole crates of homegrown grapes. 

In the sunset hours, when the streets are crawling with people, she will climb down from her cargo truck and push open Zhong Qiuyan’s restaurant’s door while holding two crates of grapes. She will sit down and take a break by the same window where she and Liu Xiaoying once sat. Turning her head, she will see the City First High’s students crowding by the bar counter, tilting up their faces, lit up by two cloud-shaped hanging ceiling lamps, chattering with Qiuyan, excitedly inquiring about his relationship history with sparkles in their eyes. And just like that, the love story of the boss of “Hot Soup and Soft Bread” will spread from one grade to another, from one year to the next. But many of the finer details and many of the deeper causes and effects are only known between me and you. Don’t go around telling that group of gossipy high schoolers. 

And now, I will tell you one last thing. In this universe, atop some planet, within a neighborhood in some city of a country, behind the window of the fifth floor of a building, a wonderful love has settled down.[4]

---- Author's Note: This is a rather unpolished sweet little bedtime story. After finishing the story, I recommend listening to 天台晚餐 (Rooftop dinner) by 麥浚龍 (Juno mak) (t/n: youtube, lyrics). Please refrain from commenting about this story under the song, anything you want to see please say it here[5]. I’ll also be uploading two short epilogues for Madam Qiu Xuemei and Madam Liu Xiaoying. Later I’ll write a bit of Zhou ge and Little Zhong’s if-storyline[6]

Footnotes

[1] I translated this ltierally. Da Yu is referring to all the novels of the “rich ceo falls in love with me” genre; basically he’s suggesting that Zhou Cunqu is giving Sugar Daddy energy lol.  [2] The original term was 缘廊, which I believe refers to an engawa: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Engawa [3]  Zhong Qiuyan literally repeats “Angry” twice here. Just to clarify, he’s saying this not too seriously, in like a childish, spoiled manner. He’s 撒娇（Sājiāo)-ing for anyone familiar with the term.  [4]  A call back to the storybook Zhou Cunqu read on the rooftop to the little kid in Chapter 15 [5] “Here” is the comment section of the raws, which I’ll link again here: https://www.gongzicp.com/novel-1597036.html [6]  Basically like an AU (alternate universe), she doesnt’ specify what kind. I’ll try to translate these eventually too.

t/n: And we're at an end! The reason why I picked this up (aside from the manageable length lol) is that the chapters often leave me with a warm fuzzy feeling (except for the angsty ones lol) I love how this story never forgets any of the side characters. The double-yolk egg grandpas, despite not being crucial to the main plotline of the story, consistently appeared throughout. And we even get some depth into Qiuyan's friends, especially A'Shan, despite how short this story was. I also adore how it describes just ordinary, daily lives. Like that bit about the high school students at the restaurant was so charming and nostalgic. Also! The fact that the shop Cunqu picked out for Qiuyan was the same store where Liu Xiaoying and Qiu Xuemei had their encounter (ch 23)! The world is so big; the world is so small. May Zhou Cunqu and Zhong Qiuyan be happy forever~ If you guys liked this story, please leave it a rating & review on https://www.novelupdates.com/series/hot-soup-and-soft-bread/ so more people can read it~

[amitieos]

"A moment of your time!" Emcee catches up to you before you can disperse to your room or rejoin with your teammates, or wherever else it is you're heading off to.

"This way, this way." The strange host ushers you into a small shack, curtained off from the outside. They offer you a chair and a bright lamp hangs overhead.

"Now then," they start, positioning themselves across from you. "How do you feel about being eliminated this week? What do you want to tell your remaining teammates?"

In their hand is a voice amplifying stick, which they hold out to you now.

"Oh, of course. Whatever can I help you with?" Elincia responds, following the Emcee into the shack. She half expects to be tasked with clearing up or mending torn clothes. Or perhaps preparing a meal for the staff behind the scenes. An interview hadn't even crosssed her mind. "It's a little disappointing. Mostly I feel as though I let Thrasir down being over cautious. She was a fantastic partner but we ran out of time but at least neither of us were injured. That's a blessing at least."

"Regardless, I've had a lot of fun! I feel I've gotten closer to some of my colleagues and students here too, so I'm very grateful to you," she hums for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. What would she want to tell her teammates? Furthermore, how to be both gracious in defeat and rally her allies with her parting message. "I'd like to encourage my teammates to keep trying their best but to remember that the real prize is the friendships forged and lifelong memories we'll take away from here."

"Oh and to all Black Eagle students, regardless of their loyalties at Happyland... if The Weasels win, I won't set homework for six months. That's a promise." Elincia flashes a cheeky wink at the Emcee before bowing, hopeful her last comment will reach all her students and not just those on Team Weasel.

[dr-lizortecho]

Missing High School “Malex” Scene (Michael&Max) read on ao3

The parking lot is chaotic as the student body filters out. Most of the teens are more than ready to exit the confines of the brick building on a Friday afternoon. Leaving only the jocks, nerds and a few stranglers.

But Michael’s already situated in his truck bed- watching as the other kids mingle before dispersing to their vehicles. A few were waiting on the sidewalks for their rides. He had kept his record of convincing Max skipping seventh period didn’t actually count, especially because Mrs. Topolsky didn’t care about attendance.

Michael takes another bite of the extra turkey sandwich from Max’s lunchbox. The one Anne Evans had been making him for years, to help him grow even taller according to Isobel. As if the dork wasn’t already six feet and counting. His long gangly legs are currently draped up onto the back flap of the truck bed as he scribbles into the accursed notebook he carries with him everywhere.

“You’re mom really knows how to make a turkey sandwich,” Michael manages around a mouth full. Except it comes out chockfull of vowels and with garbled consonants.

Max chuckles as he stops writing, giving Michael a look. “Well she thinks I eat three of ‘em a day,” he says simply. “And I don’t have the heart to tell her.”

Michael hums, eyes locking onto the dark figure walking out in step with Maria DeLuca. They’re both smiling and laughing, Maria’s shoulders swaying into the taller teens. They look happy, like each other's presence completes them. It makes something uncomfortable flip in Michael’s stomach, a soft churning he doesn’t like.

He swallows thickly. “What do you know about the youngest Manes kid?”

This makes Max furrow his brows, before he’s turning back around to see where Michael’s looking. Creating a spectacle of himself.

Michael kicks at his thigh. “Don’t look like you’re looking.” It comes out all but a whine.

Max laughs, eyes scrunching up at the corners. “What? Like he’s looking at us.”

Which shouldn’t make Michael’s stomach twist into a knot- but it does.

“Just-“ Michael makes a face at his brother “-tell me about him.”

Max shrugs. “Well, he’s in our class. Best friends with Maria and Liz.”

Michael snorts. “Of course you know about him in relation to the milkshake girl.”

“Hey!” Max whines, his face drawn into an almost adorable pout. If he looked a little more pathetic about it Michael might even pity his decade long one sided crush.

“Is he seeing anyone?” It was a stupid question- one that has Max leveling him with an incredulous look.

“Not that I’m aware of,” Max says easily. “Just the rumors that have Liz accidentally spilling milkshakes onto Jordan’s homework.”

“About him being gay?” Michael asks. Taking another big bite of his sandwich.

Max nods solemnly. “I never thought I’d see Liz Ortecho purposefully make a mess of her father’s diner. But for silencing bigotry she’s more than willing.” Max’s face drifts from wistful to delighted, the corners of his mouth curved up into a soft smile.

Michael wants to laugh at him, but he’s distracted by watching Alex ramble excitedly about something. He looks strange to Michael. Like a mystery wrapped up in black and leather and silver jewelry. Something he could spend as much time trying to decode as the glimmering glass in his glove box.

“So that’s all you got?” Michael asks without ripping his eyes away from Alex.

“That and he’s- well was in band,” Max says simply. “He ended up quitting after the rumors started- mostly keeps to himself. Really liked music and in elementary school he was really into Naked Mole-Rats… like really into them.”

Michael snorts. “Those soft pink things?”

“Something about them having a high pain tolerance and nothing to hide.” Max shrugs.

Michael frowns, watching as Alex and Maria get into Mimi DeLuca’s truck. Mind already churning through the scraps of information Max had given him, knowing just what it was like to become too enamored with the concept of not being hurt, of being seen.

“Anyways,” Max grabs his second lunch bag and slides it toward Michael. “My mom will kill me if I bring that home.”

Michael eyes it wearily before giving Max a suspicious look. He didn’t like the idea of Max shoveling food off onto him.

“What?” Max laughs. “If I bring it home mom will interrogate me till she figures me and Iz went to the Crash Down.”

“Let me guess-“ Michael smirks “-Liz works tonight.”

Max glares at him. “She works every Friday.”

“So you’re gonna die of red meat and grease for the sake of love,” Michael teases.

Which has Max glaring at him as he jumps down off the truckbed. “See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Michael says. Already half having it in his mind to go back into the school and find the library, just to read up on a hairless mammal while Max made moon eyes at his hopeless crush.

[reasoningdaily]

The First Sign of the End Times

Daniel 7 describes this “abomination” and how to recognize it.

God told the prophet Daniel that when the end is near, many seemingly enigmatic verses will become clear. Probably because as the events prophesied are increasingly fulfilled, the more clear other signs will become.

As Daniel concluded his prophecy in chapter twelve, he asked God to let him in on the timing of the end-time events. God deflected his request in verse four: “But you, Daniel, close up and seal the words of the scroll until the time of the end…” (Notice that when the end is near everything will become more clear).

Daniel then asked the two angels standing nearby, “How long will it be before these astonishing things are fulfilled?” An angel replied in verse seven, “It will be for a time, times, and half a time. When the power of the holy people has been finally broken, all these things will be completed.”

The terms, "time, times and half a time" and the corresponding 3.5 years and 1260 days and 1290 days, are explained in the Book of Revelation. Daniel confessed in verse eight that he still did not understand so once again He asked the Lord, "My Lord, what will the outcome of all this be?"

God replied in verse nine, “Go your way, Daniel, because the words are closed up and sealed until the time of the end…. None of the wicked will understand, but those who are wise will understand."

So, rest assured that discerning spiritual men and women in the Body of Christ will be able to read the signs—and will be happy to share what they see with you. Notice I said, “spiritual men and women.” Jesus predicted that near the end of time many false individuals will confuse many (this, of course, is another sign in itself).

But, don’t stop by depending on the insights of others. Do your own homework. Be a biblical “self feeder” and check these things out for yourself.

So that you won't have to go searching to get started, I've listed below the basic prophetical books and passages in order to help make your study a little easier.

Signs and Events of the End Times Explained in Scripture: 

Psalms 2

The Psalm of the battle of Armageddon: Nations rage; God laughs; and the exaltation of Christ as Lord

The Book of Daniel

An over view of God's dealing with human governments

A time line of events from the days of Daniel, 598 B.C. to Palm Sunday, April 6, 30 A.D.

An overview of the last seven years before the Second Coming known as the Great Tribulation which begins with a peace treaty between Israel and a confederation of European states and ends with the Battle of Armageddon  and the return of Christ

Ezekiel 37

The prophecy of the return of Jews from all over the world to the land of Israel to reestablish the nation of Israel (the dispersion occurred in 70 A.D. and against all odds, the return took place in 1948 A.D.)

The battle between Gog, from the land of the north (Magog), that is directly north of Jerusalem (Russia??) and the nation of Israel. Gog, who is allied with a number of African nations is soundly defeated. The battle probably occurs before the time of Great Tribulation.

Zechariah 12:10-14

The Israelites weep and repent when they see the nail-scarred hands of Christ at the second coming.

Matthew 24

Known as the Olivet Discourse, Jesus answers the Disciples' questions about the end times and the future destruction of Israel.

1 Thessalonians 4:13-18

A description of the rapture when Jesus comes "for His saints" and takes them to Heaven.

The swiftness and stealth of the Second Coming is detailed.

2 Thessalonians 2:1-12

Beware of the coming Antichrist who is revealed when he sets up the Abomination of Desolation.

The Antichrist has deceptive tools to fool the world.

When "that which restrains" (either the Holy Spirit or the church) is removed from earth, the Lord's wrath is unleashed.

1 Peter 4:7-11

An outline of how to behave during the last days

2 Peter 2

A description of wicked men during the last days

The Second Coming time table is right on schedule. God is not delaying.

"The elements will be destroyed by fire."

Jude

A picture of the destruction of ungodly men and women at the Second Coming

The Book of Revelation

A three-fold picture of what man does to destroy mankind (7 Seals); what Satan does to man (7 Trumpets); and what God does to mankind (7 Bowls of Wrath)

A description of the person and ministry of the Antichrist.

The Battle of Armageddon

The Great White Throne Judgment

Tossing Satan into the Abyss of Hell

The millennium and the new Heaven and Earth

[hana-akari]

It had been a long day. Sasori spent all day babysitting Saori and Sorell while Sakura was at hospital--and yes, he knew it wasn't "babysitting" since he was their father, but ever since they hit the terrible twos, he felt like caretaker at a mental asylum. They just learned to walk; now, all they did was run all day while yelling baby gibberish. Sasori divided his time between chasing them and kissing bruises when they inevitability fell and hurt themselves. Sasori finally had a moment to relax after feeding the twins and putting them to bed. Also helping Sarada with her homework. However, just as he sat down on the couch, he smelt something burning. Then, the fire alarm went off. Instantly, he ran to the kitchen to find black smoke billowing from the oven. Damn it! He told Sarada to leave the leftovers in the oven so they'd stay warm for when Sakura got home. Obviously, he should have specified to turn it off, too!

He pulled the blackened, smouldering ashes of what was once lasagna out of the oven and dumped them into the sink. As if that wasn't bad enough, Saori and Sorrell were screaming from their bedroom, obviously upset over the piercing screeching of the fire alarm. And then, he heard the front door open. Perfect. A cherry atop this shit sundae.

"Welcome home!" Sasori yelled, taking a towel and fanning at the alarm to get it to shut up and also disperse the smoke.

Sakura has oddly been in a good mood all day that day. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe because her home life had finally gotten better. There was some level of peace among them. Sasori and her didn’t absolutely hate each other, or fight as much. And when they did fight, it was more light bickering rather than the explosive fighting they used to do when the twins were just born. It was kind of expected, people that lived together fought sometimes but she was so grateful it wasn’t to the point that she had to worry about the twins seeing it and assuming their parents absolutely despised each other.

Sakura didn’t hate Sasori, in fact, she liked him. Maybe more than like. Especially now that he wasn’t being a complete dick all the time. Things got so much better once he got his own room. And Sakura was happy to have her living room back.

If he kept things up, she might actually fall for him. If she hasn’t already. The thought scared her. Sakura hasn’t allowed herself to love anyone since Sasuke. Once Sarada was born her whole focus was on her daughter and– She just didn’t want to be hurt like that again. Though there was a dreading feeling that Sasori might just throw her feelings back in her face if the subject ever got brought up. It would only prove to her that she was never meant for love. That would be it for her and she wouldn’t try again after.

Sakura had got home from work early for once only to come home to complete chaos. It smelled like something was on fire, the fire alarm was blaring, the twins screaming, she could hear Sasori curse from the kitchen before shouting a welcome home at her. She couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the scene, dropping her bags and kicking off her shoes. Sakura walked into the kitchen, grabbing a metal chopstick off the kitchen table in passing, and shot it right at the fire alarm. Destroying it in one hit and silencing it for good. It was okay, she had a back up one she can make Sasori put up later,

“Seems like you’ve had an eventful day.” Her eyes moved over to the burnt remains of… Whatever that was supposed to be and raised an amused eyebrow, “Sarada forgot to turn off the oven again, huh?” Sarada unfortunately inherited her short attention span but also if you weren’t clear about your instructions, Sarada would mess them up. Sakura cupped his face, and pulled him down to her level so she could press kisses on his non puppet side of his face,

“What a good daddy you are putting up with all this.~” She playfully purred, “Maybe I should reward you later.~ But for now, how about you take care of– Whatever that was supposed to be, and I’ll take the twins.” Sakura placed a final kiss to his cheek before letting him go and trotting off to the twins’ room,

“Mamas’ home!~” She started in a sing-song tone as she entered the room. The twins’ crying turned to happy cheers. Sakura scooped each one out of bed, kissing at their faces, making them giggle and laugh, “Were you both good for Papa today?” 

Sorrel scarily looked like Sasori now, in terms of face and eye shape, while Saori had Sakura’s soft face features and big eyed that she had at that age. Both their hair had gained a pinkish look to it but was still more of a red color. A blend of the both of them. They still had her vibrant green eyes. The two of them were really going to grow up to be so pretty.

The two toddlers babbled different things to her in their broken speech. They had only just started talking and knew only a few words but Sakura had an odd talent to understand what they were trying to convey. She has already been through it all with Sarada so she had time to master it. Sakura placed them down, allowing the two excited toddlers to lead her into the living room, so they could show her all the drawings they did during the day while she was away. A lot of it was just generic, colorful scribbles, but there were some of what appeared to their little family, along with one in particular that was clearly supposed to be Sasori and her with a bunch of hearts. The twins trying to convey they loved their parents. It made Sakura blush a bit but quickly shook it off, turning to smile at them, ruffling their hair, 

“You both are really growing up to be quite the little artists. That must be your Papa’s blood in you.~” She happily praised.