#I miss you every other classmate even though all you do after school is hang out while drinking alcohol...

[liebelesbe]

man the worst thing about my long covid getting worse is that I missed so much school :(

I don't give a fuck about what we're learning but I was slowly making friends 😭

[koipaper]

taps u on shoulder anxiously … UFJEKEJE yan!claire x fem!reader (x yan!engel if polyamory is okay). please ,,,, starts shaking in my boots and collapses to the ground

YANDERE CLAIRE + ENGEL TEAM UP

Paring: Yandere! Claire + Yandere! Engel x Beloved (Yours/Your/Yourself)

Fandom: Fundamental Paper Education

Trigger warinings: Yandere Behavior, Overprotective Behavior, Manipulation, OOC(?), Sacrificing mentioned, Isolation, Mc almost dies, Lana and Abbie's deaths mentioned, Not canon way to survive the day if your getting chased by the teachers, bruises and cuts.

A/N: i'm sorry, i do not do gendered readers :(. I can however make this Gender-neutral! I'm sorry if this seems bad, I had trouble with these two. (sorry if board is wonky on pc, it won't let me fix it)

‣ Honestly, I can see this happening with both Claire and Engel. The wiki states that they're both best friends, and they seem to be pretty close. So they would work great as a team up. ‣ This is after Claire comes to the school (And fortunately, doesn't fall to the hands of both the teachers and Alice.) After you do your introduction to your classmates, Miss Circle assigns your seat next to Claire and her group. ‣ Claire is the first to greet you, introducing herself and saying that she is a new student like you! She hopes you both can get along! After her introduction, she points to Engel, who smiles and waves at you. Claire states that if you have any problems with other students such as Oliver and his crew, or maybe work, just come to him. ‣ The introduction was cut short by the sound of Miss Circle tapping her pencil like hands on the chalk board, signifying that the lessons about to start and the room needs to keep quiet.

‣ Since you were pretty new, you had no idea what the lesson was about nor how far in the unit everyone else is. But don't worry! Claire and Engel are there to help you! The day goes by quickly for your first day, and you had fun with your new friends!

‣ Before you left home, Engel and Claire offer you their numbers, which you gladly accept. And that's how you got involved with the pair!

‣ At first, everything was going good. Everyday you'd hang out with Engel and Claire, telling them stories about things that has happened to you (Some weird, some funny, and some diabolical). They soaked up every bit of it, they loved hearing you ramble about the things you patinate about! It was endearing to see you so happy about something small... ‣ But then, they started acting strange after a few months... ‣ I feel like even though they aren't completely the same, they would share similar traits of yandere behavior. ‣ Claire in my works would be a Cunning, Obsessive, Manipulative, Stubborn, and Clingy yandere, While Engel would be a Selfless, Possessive, Manipulative, Cunning, and Sacrificing yandere. ‣ Claire is a hard working student as we saw, but can sometimes lose her cool if she's pushed hard enough. For example, maybe if you became friends with another student, she tells you not to hang around them anymore because she feels slightly off about them, and you continue? She would manipulate you. You might get hurt hanging around them! Why won't you listen to her?! All she wants is for you to be safe and you're disagreeing?? ‣ Come to Engel about Claire's behavior, he will shut you down and tell you she's 100% right. You don't need your new 'friend' anyway, you got him and Claire to keep you company, don't you? Stop whining about something silly! It should be obvious why they act this way! They only want what's best for you.

‣ Claire loves your company, especially if you go on cute little rambles about things you love. Her gaze softens and goes all mushy and lovey-dovey. She's constantly around you 24/7, following like a magnet. Continue to tell her more, she wants to know everything about you. ‣ Engel is the same way as Claire, but he's a bit more closer then Claire. His tail wrapped around you when you sit down, a possessive arm around your shoulder when you walk the halls, you don't really question it that much, thinking this is just how he acts with anyone he's friends with. ‣ Speaking of Engel, it seems like he loves keeping his friends happy, shown when he takes Claire to the library. If there's a certain interest you have or a certain place you've told him about, well surprise! He brought you there! You being happy makes him happy, and he loves seeing that smile of yours. ‣ Both Claire and Engel try their best to keep your grades in check. They don't want you turning into what Lana and Abbie turned into that day. Claire especially doesn't want you to experience not one, but all three teachers anger if it ever came to that. Even if you were to say you're fine, she would just shake her head and continue with her help. ‣ Though with the amount of help Engel and Claire provided, it just wasn't enough. Unfortunately, you had gotten an F in Miss Thavel's test due to Oliver and his groups constant distractions. You were alone when she showed up in the hallway, anger clouded in her pinpricked eyes. No one was around, which means it was you and your wits to survive until 3 pm.

‣ Hiding in classrooms, hiding in lockers, throwing obstacles, you did it all. You were not going to die by all means possible, even if it meant destroying your stamina and bruising your body. ‣ The chase lasted for far too long, you're speed was slowing down due to lack of stamina, and the cuts and bruises made it harder to move. Where was everyone?! They're not gonna let you die like this are they? ‣ You collapsed, breathing heavily as Miss Thavel's smile grew wider, claws sharpening and raising to put you out of your misery. You were too tired to beg, to scream or shout, and just closed your eyes, tears falling down your cheeks. ‣ A yelp and a big loud "THUMP" was heard. Opening you're eyes, you see Engel who was holding down Miss Thavel, a determined look on his face. ‣ "Take them and run!" He yelled. That's when you felt your arm go around someone's shoulder, and helped you limp away from the scene. "Come on!" The voice was Claire's as she tried to help you move faster. ‣ Once in your hiding spot, Claire went ahead to check and your wounds. Thy weren't as severe, but they were still bad. She would try and treat them the best she could, fuming about you being alone. This is why they you should've never been alone! You were about to be killed! Imagine if they didn't find you in time?

‣ Don't worry, Engel is fine! He's just a bit scarred from his little stunt. It didn't matter though. As long as you're alive and healthy, he would do what he did all over again. Though the next day he sees you, he will take Claire's side on what she said. You shouldn't have wondered off. ‣ Yes their behavior gets worse after that day. Claire is more stubborn whenever you wanna you try to wonder off alone again, and Engel becomes more possessive with you. They are never away from you, and they never separate either. You're trapped between the pair, and there's nothing you could do about it.

‣ This is for you're own good, just let them do what they need to do to keep you away from harm. Besides... ‣ If you ever want to get out of this school alive, you would need their help to do it. Leaving them would be a deathwish.

[glassica]

Perfect pair

M!yandere old classmate x Gn!reader. Notes: mild yandere, stalking, obsessiveness, old friends

You and him were not best friends. In fact, you would never pay an ounce of attention to him had it not for both of you being the top of class and your classmates started shipping the two. Sure he was a fun and cool guy, but between you and him there was hardly a common interests. You had your circle and he hanged out with his game buddies, bunch of heads gathered around a phone stressing over playmatches every break time.

There was a time when you both got seated together, yet the relationship barely improved. Though the exchange was fun and he was indeed a lovely boy, you deliberately stopped yourself from getting closer to him. Even when you always made excuses in your head that he simply didn't click, your heart knew for sure that you were scared. Scared of him, scared of what he thought about you, the teasing from your classmates. He wasn't stupid. He definitely knew the shipping, just pretended to act oblivious like you.

However, you didn't worry too much. Graduation was few months away, you could put all this discomfort behind once you got to college. You'd never have to deal with these highschool shenanigans ever!

Right?

"Isn't it funny? We don't just go to same college, now you're even my classmate again too!"

You sat alone at the class theorizing all the possible ways to make new friends, only to be startled with the pat in the back by him. Not just any of your old schoolmates but him, the guy you were the most awkward with. His grin widened and the eyes looked at you cheerfully while you stayed there still astonished at the possibility that you two could ever met again.

"Well now I don't have to fret over my college life," he joked, "I already have you as my first friend!"

"I am the one who have to worry about getting no friends here!"

He chuckled. Of course he was aware of how poor your socialization skills were. He had spent all those years in highschool witnessing how lonely you were. He saw a kid always stayed at their seat glueing eyes into the phone, never hanged out with any circles during breaks, never went to school events nor night outs. You were friendly and distant to everyone at the same time, and only managed to befriended some kids in senior year.

He too, would not care about you had the shipping never happened. At first it was annoying. He absolutely wanted nothing to do with this random kid whose only common trait he shared with was being top students, yet over time he became aware of your presence. His eyes started searching for you everyday, observing the way you furiously jot down all the teacher's speech trying not to miss a word, the way you stutter and avoid eye contacts with everyone during presentation, the way you grit teeth regretfully over a right answer that you mistakenly redid as wrong. He looked at you too much.

And he wanted to get closer to you. He wanted to know more about you beyond the classroom. What you liked, what you did after school, your family, your music tastes, everything. Sure you were more than just a kid who only know to study like what people assumed. He tried his best to talk to you, but backed down when sensing the hesitation in your attitude. Those teasings was a double-edged sword: it introduced both of you to each other, and also drove away any chances for a relationship to take place.

Nevertheless, he wouldn't give up. It wasn't a coincidence that he got in the same college with same major as you. In this place you and him could talk to each other without anyone poking fun at. No one knew you guys there and the only thing they saw was best friends knowing each other in highschool. Sitting next to you, he giggled thinking about the future. He and you would take walks to class together, work on group projects together, have lunch together. He and you would do everything together, like a perfect pair.

"Hey what if we even end up as colleagues later?"

"I don't think there will be a third time."

"Who knows? We may even be a real family too!"

"What's wrong with you?"

He smiled. You didn't know, but he had no plan to ever let you be alone starting now. He'd be there, by your side, forever.

[just-jordie-things]

Could you do 7 and 73 from the kiss prompt list with Megumi? (It’s ok if you only want to do 1)!! Thanks ✌🏾❤️

(repost!) i'm doing both bc 73 might be my fav <3

7: "I've Missed You" Kiss 73: Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend Down And The Other Has To Stand On Their Tippy Toes

**aged up characters!!** ___

you enjoyed traveling for more advanced missions. it made a great sense of pride swell inside of you to know you were qualified to take down a grade one curse currently terrorizing hong kong. you also enjoyed exploring new areas, learning about new cultures and more specifically their food.

since being promoted to a grade two sorcerer, however, the elders have been sending you off on one assignment after another. so much so you've been bringing your school assignments with you just to keep up with the rest of your classmates. it was tiring, spending every minute of your day either exorcizing a curse or studying calculus- the former of which coming easier to you, claws and fangs and all.

but you'd been away from jujutsu tech for three weeks now. nearly the whole month. and you were starting to lose your excitement about your promotion.

and meanwhile at jujutsu tech, megumi was starting to feel the same way.

he was proud of you for achieving the promotion you'd worked so hard to earn, he felt strongly that you'd deserved it, and had worked hard alongside you to help you earn it. and at first he enjoyed hearing about your trips, too. sometimes you'd bring him gifts from the places you went, a little souvenir, or a carefully packaged treat for him to try. while it made his heart stutter that you'd bring him something and not your other classmates, he found it sweet of you.

but three weeks was a long time. yeah, you texted back and forth here and there, but megumi was terrible at starting conversation, and he refused to send a simple 'hey'. he found it lame. even though yuuji bugged him about texting you more to show his interest, he didn't want to send you empty texts. he wanted to have real conversation. like you shared when you were here.

while yuuji and nobara hadn't noticed megumi's fondness of you while you were still at jujutsu tech, it was made abundantly clear to them once you were gone. their sea-urchin-haired friend seemed even grumpier than usual. his frown was his resting face. his patience was always worn thin. he refused their every offer to hang out.

it was obvious he was missing you, and it was obvious you were what brought him out of his shell- even just a little bit.

and of course when nobara and yuuji had pieced this together, they were relentlessly vicious. but they had to be. their resident gremlin had a crush on a ray of sunshine that rivaled yuuji's never-ending joy? naturally they involved themselves.

when you received a call from gojo saying that you were to be sent home from your mission early, you were defensive at first.

"you think i can't handle this? i've already found the source of the curse, i'm staking it out right now. have you not read my reports? i've been tracking this thing for weeks-!"

"megumi's been hurt"

your sensei said more than just that, but the rest of his explanation was an echoed haze in your ear as you made haste in returning to your hotel to retrieve your things. all you really gathered was that your reports have been wired to a student from the kyoto school also looking to make a debut as a grade two, and that you were to take the first flight to tokyo available.

it's not until you're on the plane that you realized in your rushed packing that you'd left your phone charger on the bedside table, and your favorite shampoo in the shower. but the time to chastise yourself for not paying better attention would have to wait, because your anxiety about returning home was poisoning your every thought.

surely gojo had explained megumi's situation to you, but now that you think about it to try and prepare yourself for what you're returning home to, you can't recall what he'd said. an exorcism gone wrong? an attack on the school? an accident in training? you raked your memory for what it could have been that caused megumi to be in such poor condition that you've been instructed to return to tokyo right away, but you can't remember it now.

you're the striking image of worried sick. your foot is tapping rapidly against the ground. your eyes glazed over and unblinking as you stare out the small window at the white-nothingness of clouds you're flying through. there's music playing in your headphones but you're deaf to anything but your uneven heartbeat.

when you land at the airport you'd even forgotten to pick up the bag you'd had checked. ijichi had to convince you to go back for it before he took you to the school.

in hindsight, ijichi probably should have found it strange the way you'd only asked how megumi was doing in that strained, concerned voice you had. when he'd told you that the young sorcerer was doing as well as he could be, he should have questioned why you seemed to wince. but he'd brushed it off as young love being the tricky thing he is and thought he was doing you a favor by not asking any questions. it wasn't his business after all.

you forgot- or left- your bags in the car when you arrived at jujutsu tech. in fact, you'd practically flung the door open and leapt out before ijichi had put the car in park. his hollers at you to be careful and slow down were distant as you raced through the front gates and up the stairs of the main hall at a speed that rivalled light itself.

you weren't even sure if you'd made it in time, or where you should head first, the infirmary or megumi's dorm, and your mind was a twisted haze of nasty thoughts. concern. guilt. love. regret. failure. they all had your heart beating so irregularly that another sprint like the one you'd just sent yourself on would probably knock the poor overworked muscle out and send you to an early grave.

but just to your luck, your heart leapt back to life as soon as you turned the corner to head to megumi's dorm first, since it would be the closest.

your sneakers skid to such a fast stop that their squeak on the linoleum echos through the corridor. a gasp escapes your throat before words can and your eyes are bulging out of their sockets because right there standing in the hallway is fushiguro megumi and he seems to be in the perfect condition of health.

and megumi, the poor sorcerer who had just been taking a walk to the library, is so surprised to find you standing before him- panting so hard your chest is heaving at a concerning rate- that he wears almost your same expression.

"(y/n)?"

"megumi?"

your confusion is displayed at the same time, both of you certain that the other is in the wrong place. but before either of you can ask what you're doing here, you're legs are pushing you again and you're leaping into his arms.

megumi has to scramble to catch you as you crash into his chest, your arms flinging around his neck in a flailing, uncoordinated motion before tightening around him so much he wheezes a bit into your hair. it's a bit of a painful reunion, not to mention confusing, but megumi welcomes your embrace nonetheless. his own arms wrap around your waist and he returns your snug hold with just as much enthusiasm.

the moment is peaceful for a mere few seconds, before you're releasing him, standing flat on the ground and staring up at him with wandering, worried eyes.

"are you alright? you must be, you're standing here, but gojo said- did you get hurt? was there an accident?" you're rambling fast and your words are slurring into one another but megumi's grown used to your (and yuuji's) fast paced speech enough to follow along.

"i'm fine?" he says, and it sounds like a question as his brows pinch together. "i'm just surprised to see you, i didn't think you'd be back until june"

"well i- well i would have been- but- but you were hurt," you explain, still stammering as your heart and mind are playing catch up with the fact that your so beloved megumi didn't seem to be hurt at all. it was like mental gymnastics, trying to calm down as the reality was standing before you, perfectly unharmed. perfectly perfect. "gojo said i needed to come back right away, i thought- i thought..."

you trail off, unable to find the words to explain the heavy dread that had rested on you for the last ten hours of traveling it took you to get here.

megumi shakes his head, a humorless scoff escaping him.

"well i don't know why he would do such a thing," he explains. "i haven't even been given a mission in, like, three days"

while you want to scold gojo for playing such a cruel trick on you, you're too overwhelmed by your relief to care too much about it. it shines through as you finally give him a smile, and a final sigh helps to even out your breathing.

he was fine. he was perfect. he was right there in front of you.

"i missed you," you say, before you can really think about the weight of the words, but even as your cheeks feel warm with a creeping blush, you don't care. it was true. "a lot, actually" you admit softly after a beat passes.

megumi opens his mouth to say something, to tell you he missed you too, or that he was glad to have you back so soon, but before he can commit to the words you're stepping into the space between you and you're on the tips of your toes. his wide eyes fall shut when your hands brace themselves gently against his shoulders and without an ounce of hesitation your lips collide with his.

his shock at seen you had barely worn off before he's shocked again by you kissing him, but just as your presence was, your kiss was welcomes warmly. any lingering nerves or shyness escapes megumi as his hands instinctively reach to your jaw, cupping your face as firmly but delicately as he could as he craned his neck down to deepen your kiss before you could pull away too soon.

your heart is soaring as you shuffle on the tips of your toes to press as close to him as you can, no amount of closeness, of warmth, being enough. his kisses are gentle, his lips soft as they prod and slide against yours, and even though your lungs are running out of air it seems he has no such issue, and continues to lock your lips against his.

you can tell that he's been waiting to do this for a long while, just as you.

when you do finally pull away, and only because you must gasp for air or else you'll pass out in his arms, your grin is unfiltered.

"i missed you too," megumi confesses as you rest down to your normal height. his own grin mirrors yours, and his hands remain on your face, thumbs stroking delicate shapes into your skin. "a lot" he repeats your words.

a breathless laugh escapes you, and he can't help but to lean down to steal one more chaste peck.

"but we have to go deal with gojo now, right?" you hum, and megumi nods at his thoughts put to your voice.

"i have a feeling we'll have to deal with yuuji and nobara, too" he says with irritation.

and while you're both upset about the cause of your reunion, you head off planning your revenge hand in hand. ___

a/n: gojo satoru definitely doesn't understand range when it comes to pranks. if anyone watches new girl he's literally winston bishop. xoxo ~ jordie

[cadet-aviator]

Normal life (1)

When we got back, things were pretty quiet and normal, for a while. I didn't feel all that confused anymore. Dad paid more attention to me, but then his work took over, and I was on my own again for a few days, then a week, then another week. I was fine with it. Mrs Lee took care of me, and I did my own laundry and ironing anyway. There was school, as always.

I had missed a Saturday morning drill at school and the regular Tuesday and Thursday drills, I had also missed fulfilling disciplinary service at the barracks at Saturday afternoon, Monday afternoon and Wednesday afternoon - 8 hours altogether. I had permission from school cadets, but I was given a fairly normal punishment anyway, I copied out the cadet manual once again, took me all Sunday afternoon.

And even though the Army Cadets had consented in giving me 'leave', I still had to catch up with those hours I missed. They slapped an additional 10 hours of service on my old 240 hours, because I had been out of cadet uniform, in Thailand, where I should have been properly dressed.

As you can imagine, by now, none of that seemed unfair or wrong; I was being disciplined, reprimanded, I understood it, accepted it, welcomed it. That's how my mind worked, at the time.

I realise that this ‘digested’ account of my childhood years might give the impression that I was under a lot of pressure. I wasn’t, or I wasn’t always.

For starters, I went to a really good school, with lots of bright teachers, excursions, trips, theatre, games, and my classmates were generally really nice, I had friends there too.

And if you think it was odd that after school hours I didn’t hang out in the mall, or went for a smoke behind the bike shed, or played football on the school yard until dark, it wasn’t all that strange: most kids had a well-organised life, strict rules at home, planned activities. We all did what we were told.

The school cadet program was intense and asked a lot from the cadets – to the point of being inspected at home - but it wasn’t more strenuous or demanding than, say, the school rugby eleven or the swim team (those boys had their first practice at 5.30 every morning). The school was popular (and expensive) precisely because it provided structure. I didn’t know any better and I fitted in.

And yes, I always wore my school tie in a perfect knot, never showing the top button, and my shirt was always tucked in correctly, and I may have been a bit more fanatic about that than other boys, but wearing uniform as ordered was just normal. All boys complied.

One of the best moments of the day was that half hour before drill started, when we got together in the school dressing rooms, to change from school uniform to cadet uniform.

There was always a good buzz, there, as friendly as boys that age can get, joking about a bit, but also making sure our uniforms looked fine and we were all on the same page when it came to the exercises of that afternoon.

We were pretty ambitious too, planning to do really well in these regional drill competitions, hoping to go on to the nationals.

So in that half hour we made sure we looked the part.

And the sergeant came in, for a formal check (possible demerits), and then we would fall in. And get silent.

And then we’d march out, for our endless exercises.

It was mandatory. Some kids just did it, went through the motions.

I loved it.

(All images are AI-generated)

[mintsbubbletea]

𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 - 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐛𝐚

Word Count: 1k+

Contains: Gender Neutral reader, kissing, not sure if I missed anything.

proof read and edited.

Kirishima chuckled, his laughter filling the room as he glanced at the frustrated blonde. "Come on, Denks, don't start lying now," he teased. Denki pouted, his mind racing with frustration. No matter how many times he mentioned having a partner, his classmates just wouldn't believe him. "But I'm not lying! I really do have a lover," he whined, feeling exasperated. "Their name is Y/n."

Mina raised an eyebrow, her finger resting on her chin as she pondered. "Y/n… like the violin player?" she asked, her curiosity evident. Denki shook his head, slamming it on the desk in frustration. "No, not like the violin player. They are the violin player," he explained, his arms hanging limply at his sides. Bakugo scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I highly doubt a professional violinist would go for an idiot like you," he remarked. Denki sighed, feeling defeated. He didn't know how to convince them otherwise.

Suddenly, Sero spoke up, offering a glimmer of hope. "I'll believe you when we see them," he said. Denki's head shot up, a spark of realization in his eyes. "Why didn't I think of that sooner? You're so smart, Sero!" he exclaimed, quickly grabbing his phone and checking his calendar. "Are you guys free after school?" he asked eagerly. Kirishima nodded, followed by the rest of the group. "Yeah, I should be," he replied. Denki's face lit up with excitement. "Y/n has a performance today. I can take you guys to meet them," he said, his voice filled with anticipation.

Iida chimed in, remembering something he had seen. "A performance? Isn't their band's concert quite expensive?" he asked, recalling a poster he had seen on the streets. Momo grinned, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Yeah! My family gets invited every year. We always make sure to attend their shows here. I'm really close to Y/n, and they haven't mentioned any of you," she said, causing Bakugo and Kirishima to burst into laughter at Momo's remark.

'We've only been together for a couple of months! This performance is completely free, and it's only Y/n performing"

Mina smirked, "I'll tag along just to see if you're full of it as usual." turning her attention back to the front of the class. Sero chuckles and nudges Bakugo, "I wonder if he hired someone to be his partner." Deku smiles and places a hand on Denki's shoulder, "I believe you, Kaminari, I can't wait to tmeet them" Denki gives him a grateful smile, saying, "Thanks, man"

After school, Denki convinces half of his class to come and watch you perform on the streets. They walk for a few minutes until they hear a beautiful melody echoing off the walls of the buildings. "That's them!" Denki exclaims with excitement. The class gathers in front of you, watching as you close your eyes and let the music flow through your body. The song fills the air, and you can sense the presence of more people around you, which only fuels your performance. Your fingers dance swiftly and effortlessly on the strings, and as the song nears its end, you can't help but smile at the gasps of awe from the crowd. Many people play the violin, but you've been told that you possess a special talent.

You stood out from the rest, even though you never quite understood why. But that didn't stop you from giving it your all, as if every performance could be your last. As the applause filled the air, you opened your eyes and bowed, acknowledging the small crowd and the passersby.

Your gaze shifted to the people who approached and dropped money into your jar, offering them a warm smile. But then, your eyes landed on a familiar face - Denki. "Denki!" you exclaimed, handing your violin to your manager before rushing over to him. He welcomed you with open arms, and you embraced him tightly. It had been a few days since you last saw each other, with his school life and your work life keeping you apart.

"You came," you sighed happily.

"Of course I would. You know I always try to make it to your performances," he replied, releasing you from the hug. You couldn't help but smile, but then you noticed the curious onlookers around you. "You guys must be class 1-A! I've heard so much about you all. It's nice to finally meet you," you said, extending a friendly smile.

"Wish we could say the same, but we didn't even know you existed until today," Kirishima admitted, scratching the back of his head.

"Nuh-uh, I've been talking about Y/n for a month or two. Not my fault you guys don't trust me," Denki chimed in, rolling his eyes as he stood by your side.

"Momo, it's great to see you again," you said, spotting the tall girl and pulling her into a hug. Momo returned the embrace with a smile. "Likewise, Y/n. Why didn't you tell me you were dating my classmate?"

You shrugged. "It must have slipped my mind. You know, these past few months, I've been stuck at the studio."

Mina slumped in defeat, resting her head on Sero's shoulder. "I can't believe Denki found someone before me," she sighed. Bakugo, with his usual brashness, questioned, "How did you even meet that idiot, Dunce Face? Did he bribe you or something?" You turned your head towards Bakugo, the ashy blonde guy Denki had mentioned before. "Well, Bakugo, he didn't pay me. Denki would always come to my busking performances after school. He would watch me play and I couldn't resist his smile," you playfully nudged a blushing Denki.

"After each performance, he would treat me to boba, especially taro since he knows I love it. We would hang out and talk until we felt like it," you explained.

"Wow, Denki, I never knew you were such a romantic," Uraraka giggled at the shy boy, who hid his face from his classmates. "It's really sweet," Momo added. "That's what I love about him. No matter how busy we are, he always makes time for us," you smiled fondly.

Mina couldn't hold back her tears any longer and burst into sobs. She hugged Momo tightly, crying her heart out. "When did you become such a man?" she sobbed. Momo comforted her and said, "Excuse us. We'll see you soon, Y/n. Feel free to come over anytime." With a smile, Momo walked away with a crying Mina. "Yes, please come to the dorms. We'd love to get to know you," Kirishima said, giving you a friendly pat before he and the others bid their goodbyes and walked away.

"Did they really not believe you?" you playfully asked Denki. Denki glanced at you and burst into laughter. "I swear, they didn't! I was about to give up today, but then I thought of bringing them to meet you." You nodded, a small smile forming on your lips, and gently cupped Denki's face, planting a tender kiss on his lips. "Mm, I could never get enough of your kisses, bubs," he said, smiling warmly in your embrace. "Well, I still have a few more songs to perform before I have to leave. Would you like to stay?" you asked, walking back to your manager who handed you your violin. Denki grinned and replied, "You already know the answer to that. I'll go get us some boba."

"I love your way of thinking, Denks."

[saltygilmores]

After seeing this post, @frazzledsoul and I have been busy pulling a Rory and making an exhaustive Chilton Vs SHH ProCon list. I'm surprised I could come up with so many Pro SHH points when I mock the school ever so relentlessly. As always feel free to chime in. CONS OF SHH School is located in Stars Hollow, Connecticut :( You have to go to school with Dean Forrester Shitty Principal & Guidance Counselor Lorelai Gilmore and Miss Patty are always hanging around the school looking for teenage boys to snack on Everyone in town knows your fucking business... except when they don't (like how Jess' classmates had no idea he wasn't going to school or that he supposedly pulled the fire alarm or stole 500 baseballs) and high school gossip has the potential to become Town Meeting material for a bunch of old retirees and other adult losers with no lives Your classmates talk about Rory Gilmore constantly.

PROS OF SHH You get to go school with Jess (con: he's only there half the time) The cafeteria food presumably sucks, but you can nip right across the street to Luke's (even though you never actually see any high schoolers eating there except Rory and her crew) or to Doose's for snacks Lorelai Gilmore comes to give a presentation after school and you can humiliate her in front of the class Site of a famous homicide, get to hear your school's name on true crime podcasts for decades to come When Jess Mariano makes millions of dollars from his writing and is famous (after beating the murder charges) you can say you went to school with him When Shane Campbell becomes a famous homicide victim, you can say you went to school with her During gym class you can throw dodgeballs at Dean Forrester Little to no academic pressure so you can do whatever. A lot of substitutes because no decent teacher wants to teach there full time. Roll out the tv/vcr combo cart!

CONS OF CHILTON English teacher is banging your mom DIet Logan (aka Tristan) (and even though he was expelled, you'll never truly get rid of him, because like cockroaches Tristans multiply fruitfully and he has dozens of clones at that school) Shitty Principal with a fake posh accent Shitty Guidance Counselor who doesn't impress upon you the important or existence of extra cirriculars and safety schools Can't be a lonely introvert in peace without the guidance counselor telling you you're a friendless loser Dorky uniforms Academic pressure out the ying yang, which may lead to Dropping Out Of Yale Everyone knows and spreads your fucking business here too and your high school gossip can become country club gossip for old ass high society people with nothing better to talk about

PROS OF CHILTON Madelyn and Louise hook you up with cute guys (and drugs, alcohol and parties, although that's happening at SHH as well, when you're living in The Hollow you have to numb the pain somehow) and provide you sexual wisdom and gossip Madelyn becomes famous multi millionaire after inventing the Amazon Alexa for the school business fair and you can say you went to school with her

School newspaper that nobody reads has many uses, like bird cage liner or spitball material Witnessing the burning hot homoerotic chemistry between Rory Gilmore and Paris Geller Every so often, you can manage to get away with shit (like skipping school to take a bus to new york city and nobody notices) (but don't you dare be late to an exam because you had a car accident) A variety of interesting after school clubs like botany, role playing, loom weaving, and hitting up all the rich kids who know where to find the best drugs

Better lunches

(Except when its White Bread Wednesday, Rory's favorite day):

[lythea-creation]

Back Home - Nadeen x fem reader

summary: (f/n) and Nadeen have known each other since childhood. But as (f/n) was forced to move away due to her parents' job, they kinda got out of touch. What happens when they finally reunite?

warnings: violence if you squint

word count: 1.101

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

Requested? Yes

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Being back in my hometown after seven years was strange.

I had left my friends behind once again to follow my parents career.

I was still trying to get the hang of the time from the jetlag, fighting the constant exhaustion.

But my parents did not grand me a break to get used to being back. Instead I had to transfer to a new school in the middle of the year.

Standing in front of a class full of people who knew each other to get introduced. I just wanted to crawl back into my bed and make it all go away.

I did not bother to scan the faces of my classmates, but sat down as soon as I could.

Most people quickly fled the room when the school bell signaled the beginning of the break. I on the other hand took my time packing everything away. They did not need to notice how lost I was.

“(f/n)?” I looked up to see the face that belonged to the voice.

To my surprise her face seemed familiar. It still took me a few seconds to connect the dots though.

“Nadine”, I realized.

“So you do remember me after all”, she noted, wearing her signature grin.

She had grown so much since I had last seen her and yet it felt like old times again.

“I never meant to stop talking to you, you know? My phone got busted and I didn't remember your number”, I enlightened her.

“Seriously?”, she shot back. “I can't believe we got hit by technology.”

“Well … has never been our best friend”, I recalled.

“True”, she agreed. “Since when are you back?”

“A couple days. I haven't even finished unpacking yet”, I proposed.

“Need help with that?”, she offered.

“Can't say no to you coming over”, I supposed.

“I'll text my mom then and accompany you after school?”

“Sure!”

“Come on! I'll show you around campus”, she encouraged me.

From that moment on I did not dread school anymore. Nadeen and I started hanging out pretty much every day like we used to when we were kids. All of that only made me aware how much I had actually missed her.

I stuck with her when Sarah let her down. I was supporting her throughout the elections. I was finally a part of her life again after not talking to her for years.

After spending the night at her house we went to school together and I could not quite grasp it but something was off. The hallway was too quite.

Then I saw it. The way the election posters of the other candidates had been violated, only Nadeen's spared.

“What's going on?”, Nadeen wondered shocked.

“Looks like somebody wants to frame you”, I concluded.

Suddenly Sarah appeared, claiming that she needed to talk to Nadeen. But that did not happen as dozens of students came storming toward us, Marwa and Tasneem at the front.

I had only been at this school for a few weeks now, but it was obvious that trouble was close with those two around.

“You've messed with me. Now that's enough”, Marwa declared.

“Back away! I haven't done anything”, Nadeen proclaimed.

“So why don't you tell me why nothing has happened to your posters?”, Marwa requested.

“Do you really think I did that?”, Nadeen questioned. “It's obvious that someone else did it and is trying to put it on me.”

Tasneem laughed at that. “Oh, sure! You've been framed. You've been watching too many action movies, Nadeen.”

“Do you seriously think Nadeen would be this stupid?”, I intervened. “I mean … why should she leave her own posters unscathed to make her the culprit for everyone? She's smarter than this. Besides we were hanging out the whole time at her place. She has an alibi.”

“Because being with the newbie is such a reliable alibi”, Hiba taunted me. “Come on! You'd easily lie for her.”

“That's enough”, Marwa raged and grabbed Nadeen by the collar. “If you didn't do it, then who did, huh?”

Out of reflex I took a hold of Marwa's wrist to push her away from Nadeen. Now the former was glaring dangerously at me.

“Let go”, she growled.

I did, not wanting to anger her any further. Plus, I did not have any reason to hold on to her.

“How am I supposed to know who did it?”, Nadeen shot back. “I wasn't here when it happened.”

“This will have consequences”, Marwa threatened and walked off after sending another death glare our way. The others quickly followed, leaving Nadeen, Sarah and me behind.

“You okay?”, I worried.

“Yeah”, she assured me. “Thanks for standing up for me. Nobody's ever done that.”

“Always”, I promised, an encouraging smile planted on my face.

“So what did you want?”, Nadeen addressed Sarah.

The latter sunk her head. “Nothing”, she mumbled and left as well.

The next day we found out why. Sarah had been in on it, had actually partly been responsible for the vandalism.

Nadeen quickly walked off after confronted her with it, running outside for fresh air while chaos was erupting among the rest of the students. Of course I followed Nadeen.

I settled myself next to her on the bench.

“I can't believe she did that”, Nadeen mumbled.

“I'm sorry”, I proposed, placing my hand on hers in a hopefully soothing manner.

“Why do they all have to betray me? I just don't get it. What did I ever do?”, she ranted. “Everybody's always leaving.”

“You don't deserve that”, I remarked. “I'm sorry that I left you, too.”

“It wasn't your fault or even your choice”, she reminded me.

“Still ...”, I uttered.

“I'm just glad you're back”, she confessed, smiling softly at me.

“Me too”, I agreed.

Somehow I could not take my eyes off of her as she did neither.

“I don't ever wanna be separated from you again”, she proposed and inched closer to me.

“I'll do anything I can to assure that”, I whispered.

“You promise?”, she reassured.

I nodded.

All of a sudden she closed the last gap between us, her lips meeting mine.

For a moment we were in our own bubble, blending the madness around us out.

Everyone was too busy fighting inside to notice us kissing out in the open. For once I was grateful for their drama.

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Guys! I finally made it! I hope it was worth the wait.

Tag List: @sunwoniie

[rrxnjun]

your city gave me asthma. lmk

pairing. lee mark x reader

genre. college au | angst

warnings. an accidental cut wound, homesickness

wc. 2.6k

notes. this is just a glimpse of my feelings after moving away for uni. life is hard, school is overwhelming, but most of all, it's lonely. never knew just how much i could miss home before i moved out. this drabble is very personal with pretty much every word i wrote, so please handle it with care <3 :)

where mark doesn't want you to visit him at university.

Dragging his feet along the ground, kicking away the stray leaves that fall down from the tired trees shielding him from above, Mark Lee finds himself walking across the park that leads to his dorm building, sniffling occasionally from the cold. Snuggling his nose deeper into the fabric of his hoodie that he pulled up closer to his neck and tied the drawstring so it keeps him warm, he pulls out his phone from the pocket of his worn-out jeans and makes a few taps on the screen, scrolling through his contact list and hovering for a bit above the one with your name. 

Looking around for a second, as if to see if he’s alone in the park, he clicks on your name and presses the phone against his ear, listening to its ringing and waiting for you to pick up on the other side of the line. The ringing is slow and steady, making the boy go crazy from waiting, and when it gets just a beat too long, he almost pulls it off his ear and declines the call before you even get a chance to pick up. Once the fifth ring settles into his ear, though, the low beeping is cut off and the line is silent for just a second before he hears your voice– you finally pick up.

“Mark!” you gasp into the phone, making the boy smile to himself and slowly start walking through the park again, adjusting the backpack hanging off his right shoulder.

“Hi,” he replies, tone of voice subtly shy after calling you again after days and days of only texting, not used to the way your voice sounds in the phone and that he’s not on Facetime with you like he usually is when he’s in the (dis)comfort of his dorm room after a long day at university. Today, he chose to call you instead– to only hear your voice, because on days like these, even that is enough. The heaviness in his chest won’t let him sleep if he doesn’t talk to you for at least a few minutes, and the fact that you picked up despite your packed schedule makes his heart swell with fondness again.

“How are you?” you ask, your voice still chirpy and so, so excited. Mark wonders how you can do it– how you can always sound so cheerful despite the miles that are between you, despite the empty nothingness that must be in your chest ever since his departure; because if Mark feels it, you must as well, right? He’s not the only one with the hollowing pit inside of his stomach; not the only one that feels like suffocating every passing second that he’s not with you, right? 

He hopes he’s not alone in this. Because in every other aspect of his life right now, he feels like he is. He knows he is. He realizes it in every moment that passes in his life; he realizes it every morning when he wakes up in the cold dorm room he shares with a roommate that barely talks to him because he’s 2 years older and has other things to worry about, he realizes it every lunch break when there are no classmates sitting at his table with obnoxious laughter coming out their throats, he realizes it every afternoon when he walks home after his classes end and he surely realizes it every night when you’re not there cuddling him and providing him warmth. 

There’s no moment in his life when he would be completely alone. When he wakes up in the morning, there’s his roommate getting ready for his classes. At lunch, there’s plenty of people in the cafeteria and there are people sitting next to him in class, when he listens about the state of the current economy and tries to learn something useful for exams. He’s surrounded by people when he walks home through the town center, there’s people talking to him on the bus when they get lost along the way, there’s people bugging him when he shops for groceries and carries them to the dorm by himself, with no help. There’s always someone in his immediate reach, yet, he’s always lonely. It’s a bitter paradox.

He should tell you how he feels. Maybe he’ll find comfort in knowing you feel the same. Maybe he’ll find it easier to get through the semester knowing that you’re out there, yearning for his presence just as much as he is for yours. 

But that’s not the kind of person Mark Lee is at this very moment. And so, to answer your question, he chooses the easier alternative. He lies.

“I’m alright! Just got done with classes for the day. I’m on my way home and I missed you, so I wanted to call and see how you’re doing,” he mumbles, trying to sound the most cheerful he can, not letting you see any sign of discomfort or anxiety from being so far away from home.

“That’s good! I hope the classes were interesting, Markie,” you say, making him chuckle at the clingy nickname you sometimes let slip out of your mouth, “I got home at 2 and then went to hang out with girls from high school. I have plenty of assignments to get done already, but I’ll get to them after we finish our call.”

“I hope I’m not… you know. Interrupting you in work or something,” Mark mumbles, too hesitant to be annoying you when you have important things to do. The truth is, Mark doesn’t think he’s the smarter one in this relationship– he never thought so in the first place, but after he got into a mediocre business school on the other side of the country and you got into a prestigious med school close to home, the fact was only further solidified. No amount of homework Mark could’ve gotten at university could be more difficult than whatever you have going on, and he knows that. His only wish is to not be the reason why you’re distracted and putting off your assignments.

“No! I want to talk to you,” you say, tone of voice sweet as honey, coating all of his wounds with a thick essence of love and tenderness, “how’s life there? We haven’t talked much since you moved out.”

The last sentence cuts him open and leaves him bleeding in the slowly darkening park, making him inhale sharply as he looks around and finds a bench to sit on, not really caring about the coldness of it on his bum.  It’s true– he moved out for university in September, with you hugging him tightly as he set on the train and never looked back in a fear of seeing everything he’s leaving behind waving at him, and now it’s November and he can only remember calling you no more than under 10 times, on occasions when he misses you the most. The reason? 

Again, he doesn’t want to bother you with his clinginess. He also doesn’t want to bother you with his loneliness. He doesn’t want to bother you at all– you have more important things to do than to worry about your boyfriend living on the other side of the country. 

“It’s… it’s good,” Mark lies, choosing to forget about all the parties he’s been to and hated, leaving before midnight, choosing to leave out the closed-off roommate and the kids in his class that only hang out together, leaving him out, “my classmates are… nice… and the course is super interesting as well… What about you, though? How’s life? Exciting?”

Humming, you reply to his burning question. “It’s alright, I guess. I mean… I hang out with Minji and Jisu from high school, so it’s not too lonely. I like the classes and everything and I think I’ll do well on my exams, so that’s comforting. I even made some new friends at the party we went to last week, they study Econ like you do!”

Mark finds himself getting lost in the tone of your voice, something about it picking him up and carrying him into your room, letting him feel the essence of your presence and the warmness of your persona. Humming, he finds himself asking you more about your experiences, for he despises talking about his own, wanting so desperately to hide away back home and find comfort in the known. “Woah, look at you being so social! I’m glad to hear that, baby. Where are they from?”

“Daegu,” you reply shortly. “What about you? Any new friends? Parties?”

“Yeah,” he nods, cutting it short. He doesn’t have much information to give you about the parties he’s been to or the people he’s met, mainly because he hated every moment of those gatherings and the classmates in his circle aren’t really his friends, only keeping the conversations surface-level and not trying to get to know him more. “They’re nice.”

“That’s all? They’re nice?”

“I mean.. we… we haven’t really talked much yet,” he clarifies, hoping this answer is enough for you.

“Mark… you have to get past it and talk to people! I know it’s hard, but I promise you can make friends easily. Just don’t let the fact that they’re reserved at first put you off, everyone’s a little shy sometimes,” you encourage him, making him instantly feel empty, hollowing the pit in his stomach even deeper.

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, “I know.”

You’re silent for a few heartbeats, suddenly running out of things to talk about. Mark feels himself falling deeper and deeper into the hole of self-pity he’s been digging since he moved out across the country, trying hard to find anything to talk about, trying hard to tell you something new or exciting to pick up your interest, but failing. He can’t find anything he wants to share with you.

The truth is, partners should share stuff with each other. The exciting things, the sad things, the lonely things… all things. But as time passes, Mark finds himself sharing less and less with you, in fear of making you worry and judge him for the way he’s living in this very moment, in fear of being nothing more than an embarrassment to such a successful and amazing human as you are. 

As time passes, you know less and less of him, and he knows less and less of you. It feels off. It feels wrong. In all of his life, he always felt that you were the closest to him, no matter how far you were away from him. In this moment, though, he feels as if you were on another planet, in another universe, millions of lightyears away.

“Sometimes I walk down the street of your house and when I see the empty driveway, you know, where you used to park your car, I get so sad… time flies so fast, Mark, it feels like yesterday when we just met in high school and now we’re both adults and you’re living so far away…” 

Sniffling, now not only from the cold but also from the wave of emotion that hits the poor boy, Mark wipes away the stray tear that travels down his cheek. Clearing his throat so he doesn’t let you know that he’s crying, he keeps his answers short, afraid of his voice breaking and trembling, therefore not letting him mask his emotions. “I know.”

“It feels so empty without you here,” you say, only managing to break him more.

He doesn’t know if you realize it– just how much your words impact the way he feels right now. Not only does he feel lonely, but you probably do too. For years, it’s always been you two together, seeing each other every single day, cuddling away the worries and talking about everything. Now, it’s all different and you haven’t seen each other for two months, let alone touched each other and embraced each other’s broken bodies in a healing hug. He feels insanely bad for leaving you alone. It doesn’t matter just how lonely he feels every single day– it doesn’t matter just as much as your feelings do, at least in his eyes.

“It’s… it’s the same here,” he manages to get out, wiping away the tears that uncontrollably roll down his cheeks, feeling his lower lip trembling. Seeing a stranger walking down the park, he tries to hide away from their eyes, afraid of showing any kind of emotion to anyone. He feels embarrassed for crying like this. He should be good at handling it.

It’s always been his dream to move far away from home for university. So why the hell does he feel so lonely all the time? 

He never knew how homesick he could get until he didn’t start missing home. He guesses it’s true that you don’t value what you have until you lose it.

“Maybe… maybe I should come over? So we can talk?” you suggest, your tone of voice so low and broken that he almost feels like walking on shattered glass, the pieces of your relationship prickling him in the bottoms of his feet and leaving him bleeding on the concrete.

Your suggestion should make him happy. He should be excited to see you again, he should be head over heels to invite you to his dorm, to let you sleep over and show you around. He should be excited to show you the dorm he hates, the town he hates, the university he despises, the classmates he finds annoying, the coldness of it all, the roommate that constantly ignores him, the spiderwebs in the corners of his room, the messy handwriting in his notebooks from the lectures he couldn’t keep up with; he should be excited to show you the bus route to the grocery store that always makes him bored, the puddles in the park that never disappear because it rains all the time, the emptiness of his fridge because he can’t cook, the dark circles under his eyes because he can’t sleep, the wounds on his fingers from when he cuts his fruit when he’s distracted thinking of you, the bruises on his knees from when he fell over after tripping on the stairs at university, the dry plant he bought to make himself feel more at home but abandoned it the day after, because he's too tired to even look after himself… he should be excited to see you again, to hold you again, to kiss you again.

But he’s not. He doesn’t want you to come to this place. He doesn’t want you to invade his little, silent bubble. He doesn’t want you to see the sad little space he lives in, the rock hard bed he sleeps in, the cold of his dorms or the mess on the floor. He doesn’t want you to see the mess in his head. He doesn’t want you to see everything he despises, for you might make him have good memories in the places he hates, and he doesn’t think he could handle seeing the glimpses of you everywhere while knowing you’re so far out of his reach.

He doesn’t want you to see him struggle and cry when he knows you’re doing okay back at home, studying for your dream job, chasing your dream. 

He doesn’t want you to see just how lost he is. 

He doesn’t want you to come to him and see the mess he really is when he’s alone, he doesn’t want you to see him so vulnerable, for he knows the true intention of your visit and he doesn’t think he could make it if you really come over just to break up with him in person because you’d feel bad to do it over the phone after such a long time of being together and promising him you can make it long distance, but knowing all too well that that it's too much to handle for the both of you as soon as a few days passed after he left.

Mark Lee doesn’t want you to visit.

[notthatsamkim]

𝕯𝖎𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕴𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

heeseung x fem!reader

genre : strangers to lovers? - the forbidden "i warned you" type of story

warnings : fem!reader, reader skips class, abandonment of friends.. lmk if i missed something

a/n : this is just a snippet of a possible longer fic i am planning. just trying to see where i'm at with my writing skills after my year-long hiatus from writing — i suck at editing so let's see past that

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"y/n y/l/n??!" 

heeseung had watched you linger around one of the benches as your other classmates had made their way to their respective classes, phone against your ear several times to no luck. he watched you get up, playfully swinging your bag left and right behind your back as if you’d given up trying to reach whoever it was on the other end of your call.

"why, what's wrong?" heeseung chuckled nervously.

all coherent thoughts were thrown out the window when his legs took him in your direction. the few classes on his schedule he was due to be present at, were put on hold. all he cared about was the adventure you ought to set yourself on. he wanted to know why his friends warned him about you even though things like that can end up badly, but he also remembered being told to not pull judgement about anyone or anything if he hadn’t tried anything - for the sake of witnessing himself - yet.

"i know you're entitled to be attracted to whoever your heart desires but,.. i just don't get good vibes from her."

"you know her?"

you’d made it to the gate when you finally noticed someone following you. you’d turned around. at first, you wanted to make sure it was not you he was interested in, so you continued walking until he too turned the corner to walk through the park towards the bus stop.

“oh.. hey there?” heeseung waved shyly, suddenly losing every ability to say something. you’d rummaged through your brain where you remembered seeing him as you allowed your eyes to trail away from him. he was seen hanging out with the people who had not so nice things to say about you and you never understood why, because you thought they were grown enough to form an opinion of their own. clearly not.

not until heeseung.

"i talked to her now and then, but i definitely don't want to be her friend."

“a-are you here to report me?” 

heeseung was taken aback when your first question wasn’t why he would be following you, “why would i do that?”

you wanted to open your mouth, but didn’t find it appropriate to fill him in on how his friends had watched your every move on your way out of the school grounds, when you hadn’t had proper conversations with him yet. and it was as if heeseung got a sense of what you were trying to say.

"how do you know what she is like?" heeseung challenged. 

“i don’t know where to go yet, i guess i’ll find out when i get on the bus.”

“why don’t you ask your friends?”

you waved your phone in the air and chuckled, "tried that.”

there weren’t many times he’d ever crossed paths with you so he thought that time could be the first of many. bold coming from him, but he would have to start somewhere if he wanted to prove himself.

“would you… mind hanging out with me then?”

a quizzical expression took over your face, “sure you aren’t here gathering intel for your friends?” there, you said it.

heeseung sighed, “i’m not. but i am curious to know what is so bad about you.”

you nodded. “i hope i don’t disappoint then.”

you already regretted showing the very side of you that people are apparently warned about - being vulnerable, translated into clinginess.

"i can smell it from miles away.”

“likewise,” heeseung smiled.

"well.. i don't know her so maybe she's not like that at all and people just read her wrong?"

"i don't know hee, just be careful. or stay away to be safe."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── tagging : @kurosism @seungkwan-s @alohajun @kpophubb @doehee for testing

[forabeatofadrum]

Just Some Guy (2/9)

Notes: Welcome back to Matty's second year at Watford! This year, he and John will meet some new friends and I am happy to introduce them to you. They were all named by @raenestee. Thank you Raen!

AO3

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Year 2

MATT

It’s time for another year at Watford and I already miss the summer. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind being at Watford, but I am not looking forward to classes, especially Greek.

At least John is here. He couldn’t hang out during the summer due to ‘not existing outside the main story beats’ or something. He said he’d look into it for next summer.

Look, I like John. He’s probably my best mate at the moment, but that’s because he’s my only mate. I don’t mind. I’ve met loads of people last year, but we never became friends. Now it’s time to change that. This is going to be my year!

Sports might not be it for me, though, but according to John there is a Watford Chess Club.

“I’m joining,” he says one day, “You should come along.”

“I don’t know how to play chess,” I say, “I didn’t even know you played chess.”

John shrugs.

“Learnt it over the summer ‘off-screen’,” he uses air quotes when he says that last word. I have no clue what he means. “I can teach you. Come on, it’ll be fun!”

To everyone’s surprise, I am amazing at chess. John teaches me all his tricks but after a week at chess club, I surpass him. Chess club is huge. It’s actually quite nice to be part of something. I recognise some other members from our year. We hang out at chess club, but also outside of it.

Friends. What a concept. I had friends before Watford, but living at an exclusive boarding school does put a damper on those friendships. I saw my mates during the summer, but it’s different.

We’re sitting on the Great Lawn, eating crisps and drinking soda.

“Did you all see Agatha Wellbelove at lacrosse?” Arnold says.

“Don’t start,” John says, “You have no chance.”

“No one does,” I grumble. I admit I like looking at Agatha Wellbelove too. I think every guy in our year does, except Ryan, who is gay.

As a result, Ryan rolls his eyes in an exaggerated way.

“Please, let the poor girl live!”

“That’s because you have a little crush on the Chosen One!” Leslie teases.

“I do not!” Ryan sputters back.

Scott, his roommate, snorts. “Sure, mate.”

“You did seem to be interested during Magic Words,” Sam adds.

“Well, that’s because he was fighting that Pitch guy again!” Ryan says. He has a point. The Chosen One seems to have an ongoing rivalry with the Pitch Heir.

Politics, amirite?

Others agree with Ryan as well. You cannot ignore the Chosen One. If he’s not out there leaking magic, he’s fighting our classmate Tyrannus, or he’s doing some weird shit. The other day, the Humdrum sent counting sheep. I luckily wasn’t affected, but John was. The Chosen One broke the spell on his friend and Agatha Wellbelove and for some reason that broke the entire spell.

I’m glad he saved John, but apart from that, I do not really keep track of the Chosen One’s antics. That’s what I tell my friends when Sam asks me for my opinion on him.

“Honestly, I agree,” Luis says with a shrug, “Simon Snow can do all that saviour stuff. I just want to pass the upcoming Magickal History exam.”

I almost choke on a crisp.

Shit. I completely forgot about it.

--

“Aren’t we breaking the rules?” I whisper to John. The two of us are roaming the grounds past midnight.

“It’s common decency to stay in the dorms after a certain hour,” John answers with a mischievous grin, “But there is no hard rule. Look.”

He holds out his lantern in a certain direction and I see more people sneaking around. I wonder if we’re going to a party or something. John was very vague, or more vague than usual. He just insisted that we had to go outside.

“John, where are we going?”

“Shhhh,” John stops abruptly and he pushes me behind him. I look over his shoulder and I see the Chosen One. He looks like he’s been crying and he’s walking towards Mummers House.

“Do you think he’s okay?” I ask. Unlike Ryan, I do not really pay attention to the Chosen One outside of class, but he looks harrowed. It would be an asshole move to not worry about him.

John shrugs, which is odd. He’s usually so in tune with everyone.

“I think he’s going through some shit,” John answers.

“What could he be going through?” I ask, “He’s our hero.”

John raises an eyebrow, as if I said something stupid.

“He’s still a boy, Matt. I think he’s realising that being the hero is not all fun and games.”

We watch the Chosen One walk away and he does look awful and beat up. John is right. He’s my age. I can’t imagine having the weight of the world on my shoulders and being a twelve year old at the same time.

The Chosen One.

Simon Snow.

Maybe I should stop referring to him by his title and start thinking of him by his name. We will never be friends. We pass each other in the corridor of our rooms and we know each other from classes, but that’s it. Because of that, he’s always been this elusive entity in my life. The Chosen One, the Saviour of the Magickal World, the Mage’s Heir and all that jazz.

But when I see him like this, cheeks wet from the tears, shoulders hunched, I am reminded that he’s just Simon Snow.

I heard that he’s chasing two snakes for the Mage. What kind of snakes must they be? Simon Snow really looks terrible.

When he enters the building, John and I snap out of weird concentration. We look at each other and I shrug.

John shrugs too.

What else can we do?

“Well, let’s keep going,” John says and he starts walking. Really, what else can we do? “The others are waiting.”

“What?”

That distracts me from my Simon Snow sadness.

John and I walk to the drawbridge. My friends from chess club are there as well. Luis is holding ice cream.

“Gentlemen, let’s indulge!” he says.

“What’s the occasion?” I ask.

“My twelfth birthday.”

My eyes widen, but it’s clear I’m not the only one who didn’t know this fact. Leslie throws her arms around him.

“Luis! Oh my God, congrats!”

Luis hands out his treats and the eight of us have an impromptu party. The Chosen One- I mean, Simon Snow is long forgotten. How can I care about him when I have my own life with great friends? I am so glad I joined chess club.

--

I did it!

Well, I had to bitch and moan for it, but I did it! I convinced my parents to gift me one of those fancy smartphones for my birthday. Now I can surf the internet on my phone and send memes to John in the summer. John looked into his situation and he says he exists in the summer as long as I keep messaging him, or whatever that means.

I’m just glad I have an easier way to talk to all my new friends.

Another year has gone by and we’re at our last breakfast for the school year. We’re sat relatively close to Simon Snow, and it’s noticeable. His magic is leaking, as usual, and he’s pushing scones down his throat, it’s almost grotesque. He’s eating as if he’s expecting to go hungry in summer.

Huh.

Where does he go during the summer? He’s famously an orphan. He has no family to go to. But then I see his chatty friend sit down next to him. I assume he’s going to her place in the summer.

I push any thoughts about Simon Snow out of my mind. I don’t have to see him for weeks.

[deduction-substitute]

I saw your latest ivory tower post and am here to offer another idea I’ve been bouncing around in my head: Lucky is a transfer student picked in one of those raffles they hold sometimes.

Ivory Tower is a prestigious academy mostly for the highly talented and intelligent students across the globe, but every so often they will raffle a transfer place to a random student. Somehow, through accidentally channeling the spirit of Makoto Naegi, Lucky gets chosen as the new attendee.

The thing is, Lucky hates it! Like, he’s aware how much of an opportunity this is and how Lucky he is to get it, but he really doesn’t want it. He was completely fine with his normal person life at his normal person school. He won’t be allowed to dye his hair, he has to follow a dress code, he needs to move all the way to England from the U.S and the worst? He needs to leave his friends behind! The group of awesome weirdos he’s been hanging around with since Junior High!

He acts all polite and stuff, but as someone who doesn’t have a ‘valuable’ talent, he gets made fun of a lot. Those who actually get to meet him describe him as ‘nice, but withdrawn. A quiet, decent student’. But then they discover the YouTube channel he has, which he plays games and, previously, made vlogs with friends on. They also discover one of the most funky Neocities pages he apparently runs. Turns out, Lucky isn’t actually soft-spoken, timid or withdrawn at all, he’s just lonely and uncomfortable.

I am foaming at the mouth. Alas, if I start another ambitious WIP, I’m afraid I will explode, so this little rant will suffice!

You're so smart. I need to examine your brain.

Do you think these raffles started out like. An event for the students to discover who their new "spectacle" would be. Since Ivory Tower is THAT prestigious, most are not very open to the students who get to transfer there because of a RAFFLE

They worked hard to get into Ivory Tower, honed their skills and talents, and youre telling them that some RANDO got into the academy because they got the winning ticket? PLEASE. This ends up with them targeting transfers until they finally leave the academy, and now that their new "classmate" is here, theyre prepared to drive him away like all the others before him

But they also fail to consider that the transfer. Does not want to be here in the first place.

Over time, their little schemes gradually cease to exist the more they learn about Lucky. She always has her headphones and phone on hand. Eats by herself at the cafeteria like its NOTHING even though she's the only one at her table (Emma ended up inviting him over to hers). Polite to everyone, even the ones who dont think highly of him

Maybe one of his classmates finds his phone, surprisingly unlocked and unattended on his desk. Decides to snoop around, just for fun!

They end up seeing a BUNCH of messages of Lucky ranting to his friends back in his old school, how he HATES being in Ivory Tower, and their stupid rules and regulations and- she feels so lonely. She misses them.

"i dont fit in here and everyone knows it"

They put his phone back after that.

[taintedevesayori]

Sayo's Route: Dark 07

Sayo's Route Masterlist

-Sayo sits down on the grass in an isolated corner of the school garden

(Looks like I finally lost Laito. Hopefully he doesn’t find me out here so I can read in peace.)

-She pulls a book out of her bag. After a few minutes, she hears footsteps coming closer

Kou: Heya~! M-neko-chan!

-Sayo glares up at him

Sayo: Don’t call me that! I’ve told you, my name is Sayori. If you’re going to talk to me, call me by my name or don’t say it at all.

Kou: But that guy called you Sayo-chan. If I can’t call you M-neko-chan, I would rather call you that.

Sayo: Fine, whatever. How did you find me out here?

Kou: I saw you sneaking around. Hiding from that guy? 

Sayo: Yup. He won’t give me any peace and quiet. 

Kou: You’re making it too easy for us, you know?

Sayo: So you think…

Kou: What’s that supposed to mean?

Sayo: Wouldn’t be any fun if I told you. What are you after anyway? You’re a vampire, so the obvious guess is my blood. But what’s the point in targeting one specific girl when there’s so many around? There’s gotta be some other reason.

Kou: You think your blood isn’t enough? You smell so good that I get why that guy latches onto you. But today I came for a different reason. What are you to that guy? 

-Sayo stares in surprise

Sayo: To Laito? 

Kou: Exactly. Can you answer?

Sayo: Of course. I don’t mean anything to him. He just wants to use me to satisfy himself. 

Kou: So then what is he to you?

Sayo: It isn’t obvious? I don’t want anything to do with him. No matter how much he tells me he likes me or how hard he tries to cling to me, it doesn’t matter. I know it’s all fake, so I won’t fall for his bullshit.

Kou: Fufu…those are some harsh words. Now I kinda get why he called you cruel. He says he likes you, but you don’t believe him?

Sayo: Why would I? You saw how he is. He’ll do anything, say anything, as long as he gets pleasure in the end. 

Kou: Well, you aren’t wrong about that…I know that kind of lust pointed towards yourself is disgusting, you see. I don’t blame you for how you feel. 

Sayo: You do…?

Kou: My birthplace was rather peculiar. I know what it’s like…what it means to be someone’s toy. 

(What…? I want to ask…but I feel like I shouldn’t…)

Kou: Fufu…Your face screams that you want to know more but are too worried about my feelings. You aren’t as cruel as he thinks, isn’t that right?

Sayo: Haah…they call me cruel because I don’t go along with what they want. That and because I’m standoffish.

Kou: Hm…well, I can kind of see it, but you just don’t like them because they’re a bunch of vampires trying to take your blood, right?

-Sayo shrugs

Sayo: We’ve learned to get along…mostly, but pretty much.

Kou: I’m interested in seeing what you’re really like, like with your friends, for example!

-She falls silent for a moment

Sayo: They’re all back where I lived before this…There was no point in making new ones if the brothers were just going to sabotage any relationships I tried to form. I tried once. The triplets made it their mission to intervene every time we tried to hang out. I’m friendly enough with my classmates, but I keep them at arm's length now. So I guess you’ll never know.

-She stands up, grabbing her bag as she starts to walk away

Kou: Why don’t we be friends then?

-She freezes 

(Kou…is asking to be my friend…? But…why? What should I say…? But I can’t forget that he and his brothers are after me. He probably has a hidden agenda! I can’t…say yes…)

-She rushes off back towards the school building, leaving Kou alone

Monologue

I couldn’t deny that hearing Kou ask to be my friend made me happy.  It reminded me of my friends from back home and all the fun times we used to have together.  I didn’t have that anymore… I had been trying to forget how much I missed it…how much I missed them… I couldn’t even answer Kou…because even though I knew I should say no, I desperately wanted a real friend again. I was afraid when I went to say no, a yes would leave my lips instead.

[its-vannah]

Superman | Sebastian Sallow x Reader

A/N: Had a blast writing this fluffy piece after “Haunted” gutted me! Hope y’all enjoy 💚

Warnings: Fluff, pining

Speak Now x Sebastian Sallow Masterlist

Tall, dark, and superman

There were an abundance of words you one could use to describe Sebastian Sallow. While some would note his fearless attitude, fierce loyalty, and bold determination, others would call him relentless, manipulative, and controlling. You? Well, you called him tall, dark, and handsome

He puts papers in his briefcase and drives away

When he accepted his position at the Ministry, you were the first one he told, a smile plastered on his face. After all the challenges he had faced, something was going wrong.

It had been your every intention to take a position beside his, but your heart was called to serve as the charms teacher at Hogwarts, taking after your dear late Professor.

To save the world or go to work

While your former classmates noted that Sebastian got all the fame and glory, you had no ill will towards him. Instead, you felt nothing but pride whenever you heard his names on students lips.

It's the same thing to me

Upon realizing you went to school with him, their eyes would light up and start bombarding you with a billion questions.

One day, after a particularly class, you were trampled with questions about your dearest friend: was he as courageous in school as he was now as a curse breaker? Was he a good student? What was his favorite drink at The Three Broomsticks?

He's got his mother's eyes, his father's ambition

Completely overwhelmed by the dozens of inquiries being thrown your way, you stood frozen. Of course you could answer every single one of them—you knew him like the back of your hand. But it was a matter of what to answer first.

That’s when, from the back of the class, in the entryway, a voice rang throughout the room, “I was quite troublesome in school—always getting your Professor here into detention alongside me. Not that she minded, though. Isn’t that right, Y/n/n?”

Your heart skipped a beat the moment your eyes met his, heat settling into your cheeks. If only his parents could see him now—they’d be so proud.

I wonder if he knows how much that I miss him

“I enjoyed the trouble—not the consequences, Mr. Sallow,” You teased, feeling a pang in your chest when you realized just how much you had missed him.

I hang on every word you say, yay

“Oh, how we loved sneaking off together,” He grinned, reminiscing over good times.

Tensing up and hoping your students twist his words the wrong way, your eyes widened, giving him a knowing look.

He knew exactly what he was doing—and he was doing it well.

After class was dismissed, he pulled up a chair beside yours, elbows resting on his knees.

And you smile and say, "How are you?"

“How are you, Professor?” Sebastian mused, nudging you with his elbow as your eyes met his.

And I'll say, "Just fine"

“Regretting leaving my door unlocked,” You grinned, scrunching your nose, “And you? What brings you to Hogwarts on a Thursday evening?”

“If you ask the ministry, I’m here on official business,” He answered, “If you ask me, it’s just another excuse to see my best girl.”

I always forget to tell you, I love you

His best girl. Oh, how you wish you could take those words out of context. He had always doted on you, that much was true. But nothing beyond his adoration for you had ever occurred.

“Dinner should be starting soon—how about you join me before your official business begins?”

He rose from his seat beside you, extending his arm for you to take, “May I?”

I love you forever

“You may,” You laughed, looping your arm in his as the two of you exited the room.

I watch superman fly away

Sebastian made it all of two steps into the Great Hall before he was pulled away from you, a dozen or so students crowding around him, many with questions about his latest adventures.

You've got a busy day today

You watched the scene unfold, your heart fluttering at the sight of him soaking up the attention. He had always been one for theatrics—though he had called down quite a bit over the years.

Go save the world, I'll be around

This was his life now—as a famous curse breaker who went from one daring mission to another. And Merlin, did you love him.

And I watch superman fly away

Watching him get tugged in every other direction, you finally took your seat among the other professors, unable to tear your eyes away from him as you began eating.

Come back, I'll be with you someday

No one else would ever compare to your Sebastian Sallow. As sweet as it was to see all those students gather around him, they only knew curse breaking Sebastian, not the broken, loyal to a fault Sebastian you had fallen in love with. And that was okay with you—that there was a part of him that was just yours

I'll be right here on the ground

It was obvious to your fellow professors—who had seen the two of you grow into a strong pair with each other. The two of you had always been…close. Closer than most friends. But nothing would ever happen, you assured them. Sebastian had a life away from Hogwarts—and you… well, your whole life was Hogwarts.

When you come back down

Sebastian finally made his way back to you, shaking his head with a lopsided smile, “I’m sorry about that, Y/N.”

Shaking your head, you smirked, “Do you think you could fit in one more autograph—or is that poor hand of yours cramping?”

Tall, dark and beautiful

He rolled his eyes, throwing a piece of bread at you in retaliation.

“All the same, you are,” He sighed teasingly, “My adoring fans.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” You responded, raising your brows as you fought back the urge to burst out laughing.

He's complicated, he's irrational

Memories of the two of you eating the same meal just a few summers ago came flooding back—all the little food fights between the two of you and Ominis, the longing looks neither of you noticed from each other, and, of course, when you were separated at opposite ends of the table for causing trouble.

He was the same Sebastian you had always known—he had just grown up.

But I hope someday you'll take me away, and save the day, yeah

A part of you longed to be away from it all—alone with him. Not that you didn’t love Hogwarts or he curse breaking—but some things couldn’t compare to living a quiet life.

Something in his deep brown eyes has me sayin'

It wasn’t uncommon for you to get lost in his deep brown eyes, caught in a daydream. They told a story of their own.

He's not all bad like his reputation

While those around you saw the now 21 year old hero, you saw the fifteen year old who just wanted to save his sister.

And I can't hear one single word they say

Whispers echoed around the dining hall, but you blocked them out.

Sebastian, however, focused on all of them.

“Is Professor L/N dating Mr. Sallow?”

“Mr. Sallow is rather handsome—isn’t he?”

“Professor L/N looks happy, doesn’t she? Especially whenever she looks at the Sebastian Sallow.”

And you'll leave, got places to be, and I'll be okay

“So, when do you head back to the ministry?”

“I’ll have to floo back later today, but I’m dragging it out as long as I can,” He sighed, taking a swig of his drink, “Any time with you is well worth it.”

I always forget to tell you I love you

You heart leapt once again, “Right back at you, Sallow.”

But what you didn’t say was: “Oh, I’m hopelessly in love with you.”

I loved you from the very first day

“Regardless of when you leave, I’m glad you were able to visit. It’s been ages.”

He raised a brow, “Certainly feels like it. Hard to believe it was only the Sunday before last at four over butterbeers.”

He remembered?

I watch superman fly away

After getting a curt nod from Headmaster Black, Sebastian sighed, shoving the last piece of his bread in his mouth, “I’ll try and catch you before I leave. Where can I find you?”

“Our spot.”

He nodded, “Ah, it’s been a while.”

You've got a busy day today

Watching him walk away, you took one last swig of your water, a sigh escaping your lips.

Professor Hecat came up behind you, her fingers gently gripping your shoulders, “It wouldn’t kill you to tell him, would it?”

Go save the world, I'll be around

Swallowing the bile that rose in your throat, you refused to meet her eyes, “I don’t know what you’re implying, Professor.”

And I watch superman fly away

“The two of you have always been inseparable—ever since the first day of your fifth year in my class, if my memory serves me right.”

Come back, I'll be with you someday

Your breath hitched in your throat, “Professor…”

I'll be right here on the ground

“Just do something about it before I retire, will you? At least something good will have come out of all those Crossed Wanda duels.”

When you come back down

“You knew about it?” You exclaimed, whipping around in your chair.

“I encouraged it, dear,” She smiled, “Now, I best be off to bed. Good luck.”

And I watch you fly around the world

Not wasting one more moment, you made your way to the Undercroft, making sure no one was watching.

And I hope you don't save some other girl

You were down there for a while, waiting anxiously for his arrival. A part of you wanted to tell him, while the other wanted to keep your secret until your last breath.

What if he was seeing someone else back in London? What would you do then?

Don't forget, don't forget about me

At least you had this one last visit if he was moving on. You could hold onto that.

I'm far away, but I never let you go

Every sound caused you to look towards the entrance, waiting for his arrival. But he still wasn’t there.

I'm love-struck and looking out the window

You waited for what felt like forever—but was really only a half hour.

Don't forget, don't forget where I'll be

Had he forgotten about you? That fast? Perhaps he had gotten caught up in other things…

Right here, wishing the flowers were from you

Finally, the door swung upon and Sebastian appeared in your view.

A wide smile spreading on your face, you gave him a pointed look as his eyes wandered around the room, “Hasn’t changed much, has it?”

“No, no it hasn’t,” He replied, but he was looking right at you.

Wishing the card was from you

Your heart melted all over again, taking a step towards him.

Wishing the call was from you

“Sebastian—“

“Y/N—“

The both of you laughed, shaking your heads. Always on the same wavelength…

'Cause I loved you from the very first day

Taking another step toward, you sighed, “I’ve missed you.”

I watch superman fly away

He did the same, coming closer to you, “I’ve missed you too, Y/n/n.”

You've got a busy day today

“I wish we were able to visit each other more often.”

Go save the world, I'll be around

“Funnily enough, my schedule just opened up.”

Forever and ever

“I wish I could say the same—but London is awfully far during the school year. With all the catching up we have to do, that is.”

And I watch superman fly away

He nodded, “Then it’s good I’ll be staying in the castle more often.”

Your eyes widened, “What are you saying?”

“You’re looking at the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.”

Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you pulled him towards you, tightening your grip, “Oh, Sebastian, that’s wonderful! I’m so, so proud of you, Seb—or should I call you professor?”

His hands settled on your waist as you pulled away, “I’d let you call me whatever you pleased if you so much as asked. Merlin, you don’t even need to ask.”

“Sebastian—did you really give up curse breaking to come teach? What about Hecat?”

“I wanted something more stable. Something that wouldn’t cost me my life in the long run. And Hecat—well, she’s retiring next fall and needs to train someone to take over,” He explained, “Four years of curse breaking is enough for me. I’m ready to settle down with my best girl.”

I swear, I'll be with you someday

“Settle down?” You questioned, your heart beating faster than you thought possible.

“Y/N, you’re one of the brightest witches I know. You have to know of my feelings for you,” He blushed, “I understand if you don’t feel the same, but I—“

You surged forward, cupping his face in your hands and pressing a deep kiss to his lips. He returned the embrace, brows furrowing as it deepened.

Finally pulling away, you shook your head, “And here I thought I was the one making it obvious.”

I'll be right here on the ground

“As much as I’d love to go back and forth on who was more oblivious than the other—might we repeat that once more?”

He pecked your lips, “Well, maybe more than once.”

When you come back down

Smiling as you wrapped yourself in his arms, you found your lips moving against his once more.

When you come back down

You had waited six years for this moment—as had Sebastian. Six long years of pining and not knowing what to do next—as bad Sebastian.

But the pieces were finally falling into place. And this time, it wouldn’t take another six years to settle down.

[irregardlessly-tish]

Hi, I just want to rant about something personal…

So, when I was two years old I met at kindergarten the person who would be my best friend through all my school years and a couple years after we both graduated… She went to college, I went to art school which then I dropped out but we still messaged each other almost every day. Near the end of her last year she wouldn't message me too much, it was mostly me messaging first, I understood she was busy with exams and sometimes I'd tell her stuff such as "Hey, if my messages bother you just let me know/you don't need to reply right away, it's fine" I'd get insecure, feel like I was bothering her and she would reassure me and say things like "Don't worry, I'll always have time for you!" until one day, she just stopped replying, she ghosted me for around two years or maybe a little more…

I felt pretty fucking bad during that time period, she was my only irl friend, I never had many friends and after ending highschool and my mental health deteriorated it was even harder to make new friends and maintain the ones I had. I tried to contact her but she just didn't reply and I felt I was making it worse, felt that maybe I was just too fucking much or too fucking annoying or whatever that she didn't even wanted to tell it to my face and ghosting me was the best option. Still, it hurt me a lot that she would say that she'd almost have time for me and that I wasn't annoying her, like why would she lie like that and make me think that everything was fine? I spent so much time beating myself up for fucking up our friend ship, I felt so useless, so guilty for doing something that I didn't even realize was so bad that she had no other choise but to ghost me.

And then one day she messages me here, on tumblr even tho she had an account she never used. She said she'd have texted me but she didn't have my number (it was still the same number I had always had, I didn't change it in all those years), I was a bit hesitant but if she wanted to reconnect, then why not? Maybe I'd have closure or something, I don't know. We started talking a bit, at first she would talk like nothing was wrong, like nothing had happened until I asked her why she had stopped talking to me. She gave me basically a "It's not you, it's me" kind of response. She said that she wasn't mentally in a right place and had stopped messaging me and her friend from college (mind you, she hadn't blocked me on social media so I saw she was haging out with ex highschool classmates, classmates who, by the way, bullied me and even tried to spread rumors about me, stuff like me being secretly a lesbian and trying to seduce her to get her to stop being my friend. So, she wasn't in the right mental state to hang out with me and another friend, but she was in the right state to hang out with those other friends of hers). Still, I didn't question it, I didn't know what she was going on internally so I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. I told her, though, how I had felt, how I thought I had done something wrong and that I felt guilty for a long time, blaming myself for whatever had happened that made her stop talking to me. She said she was sorry, it was just a moment in her life where she wanted to focus on her career but that she had missed me a lot and wanted to be friends again. There were many other things I wanted to say, a part of me wanted to make her feel as bad as I had felt, tell her that she knew I wasn't mentally in a right place either and she chose to ignore me, making me feel worse than I was already feeling, tell her about me cutting and trying to kill myself, about me overdosing and being in a coma for two weeks, I wanted to make her feel guilty… But I didn't, I didn't tell her how bad for two years had been for me because I knew it wasn't fair. I was very resentful, but thought that this was a chanse to left all those bad feelings behind and maybe continue our friendship were we had left it.

We hung out one afternoon, a couple of days after her messaging me asking for my number, we talked some more about life (I never went in too deep about how bad I had been), at the end she hugged me tight and said she was so happy to see me again, telling me once more how much she had missed me. This was February 2022. That was the last time I saw her or ever heard from her. She never messaged me back after that. Again, the feelings of guilt, the sensation of doing something wrong that I didn't even know what was came back, I wanted to hurt myself, feeling like I was a piece of shit who didn't even deserve love, deserve to have friends because I was so stupidly useless I didn't even know how to have friends. Months passed and I began to think different, I wasn't the one to blame for "our friendship not working", she was the one who wasn't putting any effort into it. She was the one saying she missed me while still hanging out with people who bullied me and talked shit about me in front of her.

A couple of days ago, I saw her dad at the park, we were both walking our dogs. I didn't thought he would even recognize me since we hadn't seen each other since I was a highschooler but he did and he greeted me. We talked for a bit, just asking how everything was, nothing too deep. The next day, she messaged me again, this time on instagram. I didn't open the message, I've decided, even if she comes back crawling, saying again she misses me or whatever, I don't want to be her friend, even if she promises she won't disappear on me again, at this point I don't care, I can't have someone so unreliable in my life, my mental health is already bad as it is... so today I decided to block her on everything, I just don't care any more.

That's all, I just wanted to get it out of my chest...

[missywritesfor7]

🌺 Promise Flower | PJM 🌺

Synopsis: Jimin is a popular dance student and the best one at his university. Mina is a photography student and has known Jimin since high school. An idea for a photo project finds Mina getting closer to him than she ever has before. She learns how big his heart is, but also learns how closely he guards it. Every time she thinks he'll let her in, he pulls away again. Is it even worth the trouble?

Pairing: college student!Jimin x fem!oc

Warnings: depression, anxiety, panic attacks, alcoholism

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|| Ch. 7: Benefits ||

News about the benefit concert for Jimin has spread like wildfire. He doesn’t seem to have any idea, unless he’s really good at acting.

Besides Yoongi, who came up with the idea, a few other dance and music students have volunteered to perform. It’s amazing to see how many people care so much about Jimin to make this happen.

I’ve managed to convince him to go to a benefit concert for “someone who’s name I forgot”. He started complaining about being stuck inside so I took that opportunity to invite him out. I knew he wouldn’t be able to say no.

He’s nervous about facing everyone though, he’s been cleared to walk around without his crutches and he began physical therapy this week. I had to promise him that we’d sit as far away as possible so no one would see him. He claims he doesn’t want to take the attention off of “whoever the benefit concert is for” and would rather stay out of sight. If only he knew this was for him.

Hoseok’s dance crew made it the finals which won’t see him arriving back home until Saturday. It’s too bad he’ll miss everything, but as always he sends his best and reminds Jimin to do his exercises regularly and eat well.

I told Namjoon and Tae that we would be at the concert and they promised to make sure no one would see us sneaking up to the second floor to watch from there. I also told Jin who offered to be the MC, he agreed to make sure people stay in the lower level.

I plan to get us there a little late hoping everyone will be in their seats by then and won’t see us. It proved to be a good idea, we were able to take the elevator up and enter the theater unnoticed.

Jin is already on stage bringing smiles to the crowd before the performances begin. Jimin looks on with a smile happy to have a night out.

The first performance begins with a string quartet accompanying a couple of waltzing dancers. It’s a mesmerizing performance but I keep catching myself looking at Jimin. He maintains his focus on the stage absorbing each performance and claps enthusiastically after each one. He smiles with pride watching his friends and classmates take the stage. It’s so endearing and he just looks so adorable.

Jin comes out before the final performance to announce how much money had been raised. I don’t know why this is making me nervous. There’s a decent sized crowd here, much bigger than I expected, so I’m sure enough money has been raised to cover Jimin’s tuition. Still, my heart continues its heavy palpitations.

“Are you guys ready?” Jin yells to the crowd.

Everyone in the audience cheers in excitement. Even Jimin, who’s still unsure of who the money is even being raised for, is at the edge of his seat waiting to find out.

“You guys,” Jin says reading a piece of paper in his hand. “We didn’t raise the goal amount.” The crowd falls silent in disappointment. “We raised DOUBLE the goal amount for Jimin’s tuition!”

Jin waves his arms in the air and the crowd erupts in cheers and applause. Jimin is staring in disbelief with his mouth hanging open. He looks at me but can’t seem to speak, he only points to himself with a questioned look on his face.

“It’s for you,” I nod with a smile. “Everyone wanted to help you so you won’t have to worry.”

“You all did this for me?” He whispers. “Everyone was performing for me?”

“Of course. You deserve all of it.”

Jin leaves the stage and Yoongi steps up to take his seat at the piano. Of course Yoongi would be saved for last. He begins playing as Jimin looks on with his eyes that have now grown 3 times their size.

Yoongi’s song is light and soft and his fingers dance across the black and ivory keys with the perfect amount of smoothness. He looks like he’s swimming as he gets deeper into the song.

He may not say much, but there’s no denying his absolute musical genius. He’s produced songs for a few hip hop artists, and is the most professionally credited person at this school, but here he is playing piano for donations to help his friend.

Jimin is going through a range of emotions. I notice a tear start rolling down his face while he smiles on keeping his focus on Yoongi. One tear turns to a few, and then an endless stream soaks his face all the way down to the collar of his shirt. I pull some tissue out of my purse and hand them to him.

“Thank you,” he whispers with a smile. “So much.” He wipes his tears but doesn’t turn his attention back to the stage just yet.

“You don’t have to thank me,” I say. “This was actually Yoongi’s idea, the rest of us just helped out.”

“Yoongi’s idea?” He looks back towards the stage and smiles fondly. “How could I ever repay you all?”

“You don’t have to. All we want is for you to focus on your recovery, which is why we took care of your tuition so it won’t be a problem.”

He continues looking on as Yoongi finishes his song and Jin returns to the stage to wrap things up and once again hype the crowd about doubling the donation goal.

Jimin is even more nervous about facing everyone right now so we stay behind until the place clears out. As we wait Namjoon, Tae, and Jin, who are the only ones that know we’re here, come up to see Jimin and say hi.

He’s embarrassed to have them see him with his eyes red and puffed from his tears, but he’s beyond grateful. They all give him a hug and tell him how happy they are to see him.

This concert has filled him with a fresh sense of optimism and joy. He’s barely able to see with the way his eyes close almost completely when he smiles. When I get him back home I have to keep him from bouncing around on his leg too much.

I know he hates to feel indebted to people, and he always feels indebted even when he’s told that it’s a gift, but right now I swear he could fly. The car ride back he cycled between tears of joy, sadness, and gratitude all in one short trip.

We get inside and he heads straight for the kitchen.

“Let’s celebrate!” He shouts with a big smile. He opens the refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of soju. “I haven’t needed my pain medicine lately so I can drink and I want to celebrate!”

“Sure!” I follow him into the kitchen and laugh as he bounces around on his one good leg. “I’m glad you’re happy.”

“Mina, I’m more than happy, I can’t even explain it!” He places his hand over his heart and smiles brightly at me. “I didn’t even know that many people even cared. I don’t really know how to explain it but I feel really motivated. I want to get better and I want to dance, and then I’ll dedicate my comeback concert to everyone that supported me.” He pours a couple of glasses of soju and hands me one. “Thank you for being here with me. Even if it is for your project.” He winks and raises his glass before inhaling the entire thing in one go.

“Not just for my project,” I mumble before downing my drink too.

“Another,” he says refilling the glasses.

Another turned to a few more then a few bottles gone. We’ve made our way to the couch and have something playing on the tv but we’re not sure what it even is. We keep talking nonsense to one another, giggling and playfully throwing the decorative pillows at each other.

“Mina, are you going home?” He asks suddenly.

“What? Now? No. I can’t even see straight. I’m staying here.” I laugh leaning over and laying my head across his lap.

“Good,” he giggles. “Stay here.”

“Where else would I go?”

“I don’t know. You’re always here.” He laughs then stops abruptly. “Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Do you like me? I mean really like me?”

“What?” I ask sitting up surprised by his question. “What are you trying to say? You think I like you?” Well yes I do, but he doesn’t need to know that. Not now. Not unless he feels the same?

“You do?” He whispers.

“That’s not what I said!”

“You’ve been here all week and I haven’t seen you touch your camera once. I tried to tell myself I was just being crazy, but you really like me…”

“Jimin, you’re being crazy. Stop talking.” I’m drunk and weak, if I don’t stop this conversation now I’m going to find myself slurring some half coherent profession of my feelings for him. I can’t embarrass myself like that.

He leans in close to my face and smiles.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything? I like you too.”

“You what?” No way he just said that. I heard him wrong, right?

“I had a lot of soju.”

“Yes. But what?”

He closes the few inches between us and stops just short of brushing his lips with mine. My heart is beating out of my chest as I look into his eyes. His smile has turned into a smirk and although he’s been cute and endearing all day, his look has suddenly changed to dominant and intimidating. I’m frozen unsure of what to do. What my brain is telling me to do isn’t the same as what my mind is telling me to do, the conflict is paralyzing.

“I’m afraid of making a mistake,” he whispers against my lips. “But I don’t know if I’m able to stop myself right now.”

Before I can open my mouth to stutter some sort of response he presses his lips into mine. He feels so soft and tastes so sweet. He pulls back for a second and I just stare at him. I still can’t speak, so I give up all control of my body and let my heart guide me.

I lean in and kiss him again not wanting to let the feeling of him get away just yet. I can feel his hand caressing my arm and pulling me closer to him. No, I don’t think I ever want to let this feeling go. Everything in me has been released and I can’t hold back anymore.

Tasting his lips has evolved to tasting the inside of his mouth. Our tongues tangling with each other leaving us with no room to breathe. His hand slides down my arm and wraps around my waist sending a wave of goosebumps through my entire body. He leans my back across the couch and positions himself between my legs, all while never releasing my lips.

Fuck he feels amazing. His pillowy soft lips, his soju stained tongue, his incredibly fit body pressed against mine. I would love to suspend time right now and hold on to this for as long as possible.

He pulls back a moment and looks down at me. I nearly whimper as the loss of his lips leaves me feeling cold.

“What are we doing?” He whispers.

“Making out?” I say after a short pause.

“No, I mean,” he chuckles. “We’ve had a lot to drink.”

“Yes?”

“Maybe we should get some sleep.”

“Maybe?” I raise my eyebrow trying to figure out what he’s trying to say.

He sits back up and looks down at me for a brief moment.

“Yeah,” he says grabbing my arm and pulling me off the couch with him.

“Jiminie, what are you doing?” I ask as we stumble our way to his bedroom.

“Jiminie?” He asks. Hoseok calls him that all of the time, but it has just occurred to me that this is the first time I’ve called him that. Out loud.

“Uh yeah maybe we should get some sleep.” I usher him into the bed and lay on the opposite side, which has become my place since I���ve fallen asleep in his bed a number of times these past few weeks. We always keep Blossom the stuffed cat between us to set our boundaries.

However, boundaries seem to no longer exist when we’re four bottles of soju in. As soon as we both are able to get ourselves tucked in, my body finds itself rolling over to Jimin’s side and resting my head on his chest. He snakes his arm around me and places a soft kiss at the top of my head.

Without saying any more we both fall asleep cuddled up with one another.