#OC: school teacher babe

[noellefan101]

Nick-Names - Genshin

Characters: Xiao, Scaramouche, Venti, Lyney, Albedo, Kaveh, Thoma, Diluc, Childe, Heizou, Kazuha x GN reader

Warnings: a lot of cheesy and weird nicknames, if you dont like some for a specific char you're welcome to send me your ideas, could be modern au, established relationship

(you can clearly see that i prob put in an OC, so im so sry, but some i just also really head-canon as the "would rather date a loving person than be loving" if you get what i mean)

Summary: both of your pet names for each other, some silly some sweet

Note: you can really tell where i had no ideas for nicknames. and ik i use both 'pet names' and 'nicknames' but im just kinda stupid and didnt care to change stuff when i was already done with it. also i may just have a problem but why does princess sound 10x better than prince, no matter your gender, anyway love youuuu

Xiao

He will always say what is on his mind, and he did the same thing when you brought up using pet names. he wasn't very fond of the idea, and sometimes he still isn't(depending on the situation). but he has gotten used to it more over time, like when you burst open his door and to talk to him while using the most absurd nicknames he´s ever heard of.

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Pet names for you: lovely, qinxing, [shorter version of your name](sry people with short names, i fell ya)

Pet names for him: babe, baby, cutie, dove, birdy, my alatus

Scaramouche

Will never admit he likes being called weird things by you, EVER. if he did then he was drunk and he was totally lying. and that counts with calling you stuff as well, he would rather die than admit he doesn't just call you that bc you wanted him to.

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Pet names for you: idiot, princess/prince, dear

Pet names for him: smoochi, love

Venti

He was probably the one who suggested the idea at first, like two days/weeks (seconds) into your relationship. i also think he already had at least one nickname for you when you were "just friends", in the crushing phase, and has some for all his other friends as well(prob also his teachers if school au, lul).

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Pet names for you: windblume, cecilia, [insert the cheesiest thing you can think of], my love

Pet names for him: venni, my dear, sweetheart, my bard

Lyney

He would be over the moon if you gave him a nickname, and would instantly be looking like a tomato too. would increase its usage by tenfolds if you said you liked one of his nicknames. you cannot stop him even if you somehow got 'Father' involved.

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Pet names for you: babe, mon trésor, mon amour, beautiful

Pet names for him: sweetie, amour, lyn

Albedo

He didn't really see a use for it at first, finding it kind of useless. but sooner or later realized how happy you looked when he had somehow slipped up and called you 'love' when he needed your assistance. and later just didn't bother to stop.

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Pet names for you: love, my cecelia, my dear

Pet names for him: 'bedo, lovely, (my) genius

Kaveh

He LOVES nick-names, probably made one for everyone in the friend group(yk alhaitham, tighnari n cyno), and would be delighted to make some up for you.

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Pet names for you: beloved, lovely

Pet names for him: baby,

Thoma

He really wanted to try using them, yes he calls Ayato and Ayaka my lord and my lady, but its just not the same as calling your lover something sweet. and good luck if you don't like it, he's keeping those names forever.

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Pet names for you: babe, sweetheart, baby, sleepyhead, lovely

Pet names for him: babe, love

Diluc

He honestly wasn't a fan at first, he hated it even. but of course, you being you, insisted on using names for him, and encouraged him to at least try to use some for you. so he kinda got into routine with it.

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Pet names for you: my love, my dear

Pet names for him: dear, red head, love, my hero

Childe

Of course, he would use nick-names and such, he uses nick-names for the traveler and paimon, so of course he would be using such with you. honestly how could he not, especially when you're looking all cute cuddled up in his hoodie.

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Pet names for you: my love, beloved, cupcake

Pet names for him: ginger, ma strong man(only for teasing purposes), hubby

Heizou

He'll almost never call you by your actual name, he didnt even when you two were just friends, only in the most serious of times would he do that. so it was no surprise that when you actually started dating, they could only become sweeter and cheesier as time goes by.

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Pet names for you: princess/prince, baby, beautiful, (my) sunshine

Pet names for him: hei, zou-zou, babe

Kazuha

He loves it bc no matter what you call him he'll be happy. and he makes sure you have "some" as well, and i guess he just can't stop coming up with more, and they're always more cheesy than the last. you don't know how he does it, but maybe its just his poetry skills coming through.

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Pet names for you: dove, (my) love, sweetheart, sweetie, my dear

Pet names for him: kazu, dear

thank u for reading whatever this thing is(totally not a filler bc i habe been working on that streamer au for too long), luv ya-Masterlist

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found you

pairing: gojo satoru x female oc (ara natsuna) [p.s. i tried to keep her features ambiguous asf. i just suck at writing 1st/2nd person, the only features i mentioned r big titties & like a shorter height but PLS envision whoever u want]

tropes: psycho! rival! athlete! yandere! gojo x introvert! booksmart! oc (this part of the one-shot takes place in high school but if the ppl want more i have ideas for a mid/late twenties time-jump - update: i've decided to make a miniseries of this now but this part/chapter can be read as a standalone)

warnings: 18+ only babes, profanity, mentions of parental abuse (verbal & physical), stalking/possessive themes, mentions of alcohol & drugs (m0lly, w33d), hypothermia (LOL jus read & find out), drug overdose, pet-names (princess, kitten), dub/non-consented sex, choking (if u squint), nipple play, begging, spitting (f receiving), dry humping, virginity loss, sadism, rough sex, creampie (pls don't b silly & cover ur willy irl)

word count/plot: [18.4k!] ara catches gojo's attention when news breaks that she is the top academically ranked student in their grade. he is ranked second. he tries to befriend her but she ignores him. despite her obvious disinterest, his obsession begins...

a/n: first time posting something like this in a while. gojo is a huge red-flag, but jus a gentle reminder to y'all to never let no man treat u like this irl pUHLeASE ! ik i wrote this but i hate romanticizing psycho behavior (i hate & love it-its jus oddly fun 2 write)

I never wanted his attention.

In fact, I never wanted anybody’s attention.

Mrs. Finch stood at the front of the classroom. Most of the students were busy-lost in their own conversations as she cleared her throat multiple times before finally losing it when she slammed her hand down on the table before her.

The room went silent.

“There we go.” she said, with a lopsided smile-though the annoyance was clear in her gaze.

“Sorry, Mrs. Finch, didn’t mean to ruffle up your feathers.” Gojo’s smooth voice lilted from the center of the classroom.

The classroom broke out in laughter. It felt almost exaggerated to Ara’s ears, who merely continued to stare straight at Mrs. Finch through half-lidded eyes. Nothing about Gojo Satoru was amusing to her but ever since he moved to our town freshman year of high school, he’s owned the students’ attention ever since. His popularity only grew by leaps and bounds over the years.

Maybe it was his looks, his name, his athletic skill–she didn’t want to know or care. There were enough rich, insolent snobs at this academy so he fit right in.

“Satoru, as much as I love your bird jokes,” Mrs. Finch’s voice dripped with sarcasm, “The time to stop your chirping is now.”

Gojo merely chuckled into his hand.

She held up a piece of paper, “Alright, as your homeroom teacher I am expected to share this with you all. As you are all aware, you are seniors. Next year, most of you will be happily hopping off to whichever college or university you applied to–hopefully somewhere far, far away,” -her eyes lingering on Gojo, who merely smiled brightly in return- “But as your high school careers almost come to an end, there is one more thing I know many students are curious to know about. Your rank.”

“Obviously, since this is the beginning of the school year there is a chance that this rank could change but here is the academic ranking of your graduating class as of today. I’m only going to be reading off twenty students' names on this list because the top twenty students are the only ones who will be specially commemorated on graduation day. As well as the valedictorian and salutatorian–who will also be allowed to say speeches. If you are not on this list and would like to know your rank, please speak to me after.”

She cleared her throat, “Alright, first in rank is–”

Gojo leaned back in his seat, a subtle smirk gracing his lips as he awaited his name.

“Ara Natsuna.”

Suddenly, everyone’s head faced her and she wished she didn’t exist. She stared down at her hands on the desk-countenance neutral-but if anyone was looking closely they would notice that her shoulders were incredibly tense; her elbows were almost digging into the desk from nerves.

A few claps arose, along with a few murmurs before Mrs. Finch continued.

“Second in ranking, Satoru Gojo.”

The classroom erupted in cheer. His best friend, Geto-who was seated right behind him-leaned forward in his seat to playfully tousle Gojo’s platinum hair. But Gojo barely responded, only offering his fellow fans a half-hearted smile while nonchalantly crossing his arms.

As Mrs. Finch continued to list off names, this growing uneasiness nagged at her. She didn’t understand–of course, she was expecting a high rank. Maybe first rank was a bit of a surprise but she knew she’d earned it.

So what is this feeling?

She hadn’t made eye contact with anyone ever since her name was announced, still continuing to diligently stare at her linked hands on the desk as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

But she raised her head to find the source of this sixth sense bugging at her.

Her eyes were met with his crystalline, cerulean blue eyes–staring at her with absolutely no emotion. It was the most serious she had ever seen him. Something about his stare was so intense, she just froze.

If it was possible for eyes to swallow someone up, she was sure she would’ve disintegrated there and then.

Her brows furrowed quizzically before she quickly looked away. She swallowed hard, shaking her head imperceptibly–in attempt to ignore her buzzing nerves.

That was the first time he looked at me.

I wish it was the last.

She closed her locker room door and there he was, leaning against the locker beside her own as if he owned it. She nearly jumped.

He smiled. She wasn’t unfamiliar with his dazzling smile. It was pasted all over the schools’ walls, newspaper and television. She didn’t need to see it all up close but… she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t more handsome in person.

“Hi Ara.”

He was quite bold for using her first name already.

But it was back–that buzzing sensation that whispered along her skin when she’d first locked eyes with him. Now that he was close and peering at her again-with what she couldn’t help but identify as false geniality-she immediately identified what the rapidly growing knot in her stomach was telling her.

It was a sense of foreboding.

Obviously, he was trouble. Anyone with brain cells would know that. He was the kind of trouble that easily drew in girls and only made the guys want to join in on his fun.

But that wasn’t what her instincts were telling her. Her instincts were telling her to stay far, far away from him. That he wasn’t just coming to her for some fun, lighthearted conversation–or whatever he was trying to come across as.

He was here for something else.

And if there was one thing Ara trusted, it was her gut feeling.

Besides, she couldn’t imagine anything useful actually coming out of his glossy lips anyway.

He raised a white eyebrow, his smile only widening as she stared.

Just as he opened his mouth, she bent down and lifted her backpack–hastily throwing it over her shoulder before turning around. She headed towards the school exit, she couldn’t miss her bus.

“What-!” his astonished voice echoed in the empty hallway, “Is it because I called you by your first name?”

She didn’t bother turning around, only sending him a glance when she’d turned into another hall. It seems his friends had caught up to him–or maybe they’d been nearby. Maybe him talking to her was a set-up, she couldn’t know.

His friends didn’t act like it’d been a set up though, they didn’t even look at her. Like everyone else.

Despite his friends being engaged in quite the boisterous conversation, his eyes were locked on her. His smile nowhere to be seen.

I should’ve switched schools then.

She yawned before closing her locker door and nearly going into cardiac arrest when she saw him leaning on the locker next hers again.

His white hair was left ruffled-as usual-and the crisp blue blazer that was the school’s boy uniform suited him a lot more than 99% of the school’s male population.

He smiled, “Good Morning, Natsuna.” he greeted.

She glanced around the hall to see that there were only a few people down the end of the hallway. Most had gone into their homerooms already–although it was technically a little early. There were still five minutes until all the students were required to be in homeroom.

He let out an amused chuckle, “Are you embarrassed to be seen with me?” he asked, disbelief coating his tone.

She shot him a look before readjusting her backpack strap over shoulder. She was surprised he was still bothering with her.

She turned around and headed towards their homeroom. He followed her.

“Why won’t you talk to me? I haven’t even done anything to you–have I?” he asked, genuinely curious.

Suddenly she stopped before their homeroom door. His tall frame nearly bumped into her.

“What’re you stopping for?” he asked.

She turned around and her eyes widened as she looked up at him. She’d already known he was tall but up close, it was even more obvious. At 5’3, he stood at a considerable height before her–being a foot taller.

He tilted his head, his blazing blue eyes curious as he searched her face.

He raised his hand and right before he could make contact, she quickly jumped back–the door behind her suddenly swinging open and Geto stepped out. She scurried out of his way.

“Satoru, there you are. Get in here.” Geto reached out and grabbed Gojo’s arm, pulling him into homeroom.

Gojo glanced back at her, “Wait–”

“What were you doin’ standing out there by yourself..” Geto’s voice trailed off when the homeroom door shut behind them.

She sighed in relief. There was no way she was going to walk into homeroom with Gojo. She was sure to be barraged with questions or–more likely, get weird looks from the other girls. She didn’t need that attention.

She stepped out of her last class a little later than usual. She had stopped to ask the teacher a question but then had gotten wrapped into a full blown conversation instead. It was one of those elderly teachers that students rarely talked to so she felt bad attempting to cut the conversation short.

But she had to make sure she didn’t miss the bus.

Just as she stepped out of the classroom, Gojo stood outside her class.

How the hel–

“Hi, Natsuna.” he greeted, energetically. His folded arms dropping as she walked right past him.

He followed behind her.

“I found out a lot about you today.”

She glanced around at the handful of students in the hall. A few glanced their way, giving curious looks. A student from the basketball team yelled out Gojo’s name in greeting.

“Yo!” Gojo responded, quickly dapping him up before catching up to her once more.

She continued to religiously ignore him as she walked.

“Don’t you want to hear what I found out?” he pressed before easily walking in stride with her–despite her fast walking.

When she didn’t respond, he continued. “Your birthday is in November—a month before mine. You like the color purple–pastel purple, specifically. Good taste, by the way. I look great in that color–”

She hastily put in her locker code before swinging it open. He was still going on as he leaned against the locker beside hers.

“You’ve lived in this town since forever. You don’t do any extracurriculars. You have one friend, Millie, who’s surprisingly talkative—”

She slammed her locker door shut.

He raised a brow, “Oo, feisty.”

She glanced at him-scowl on her lips until her eyes widened–Fuck, I’m gonna be late for the bus.

She suddenly turned on her heel and ran.

“Wait–”

But she was too far down the hall by the time he called out. Wasn’t like she was going to listen to him anyway.

He sighed before waving his hand and speaking-in a rather cherry voice, “I’ll tell what more I learned tomorrow!”

Is he serious? Can he not take a hint?

She was too annoyed by her tardiness to care much until she ran outside to see the buses leaving one by one. Her heart dropped.

No, no, no.

Her eyes widened as she saw her bus was one of the first in the line up to leave. Her heart dropped to stomach.

No, no, no.

But it was too late. Looks like there was no other choice…

Her hand was shaky as she reached into her pocket to take out her phone. She whispered a quick prayer before holding the phone to her ear. He picked up on the second ring.

“Hey, Baba..”

It was just as she expected.

“Home, School, Home, School. It’s such a simple fucking routine–why don’t you get it by now? Just get on the damn bus on time!”

He slammed the door shut behind himself. She sobbed as she crawled into a ball on her bed.

“Can’t do anything fucking right!” His yelling audible through the door.

She continued to cry on the bed. Her stomach hurt from where her father had kicked her. Her cheek pounding from his slap. This was why she hated asking for favors. Her Dad never took it well. She was always a nuisance.

Always.

And yet he expected nothing but perfection from her. Getting an A- on an assignment would most likely result in the same.

Can’t do anything fucking right.

His harsh words echoed in her mind. It seemed nothing she did ever made him happy. She’d wanted to tell him that she was ranked first in her grade but the moment she stepped into his car the atmosphere was suffocating. She knew it was gonna be, but she thought… she thought maybe she could dampen the mood by telling him.

But, boy, had she been wrong. The verbal abuse started the second she stepped into the car.

Then the physical abuse when they reached home.

Now he was off back to work–probably going to be back in the evening. Her Mom was still out of the country; visiting her lovely, accolade-ridden family that she tried so hard to impress despite being a housewife.

It wouldn’t have even made a difference had she been here. She took his abuse all the same–turning a blind eye whenever he did the same to her.

Divorce is not an option. Her Mom would constantly say, back in the day when Ara used to beg on her knees for her to leave him.

Her body shook as she sobbed. She grabbed the pillow and screamed into it, until her throat was dry and scratchy. Til the pain made her numb to emotion.

She entered homeroom early, in attempt to avoid the white haired boy that always seemed to find her at her locker somehow. She wasn’t in the mood to have someone talk at her today–or ever, in fact.

But, to her surprise, Geto was in homeroom too. His dark hair up in his typical smooth yet slightly messy knot, with a few strands hovering over his forehead. His broad shoulders always seemed so pronounced in the school uniform. He sat completely relaxed in his seat, phone in hand.

His dark eyes flickered up to her when she entered.

She swallowed, quickly looking away before heading to her seat. She didn’t need to look to know he was watching her.

She sat in her seat, hastily pulling out one of the paperback books that she was supposed to read for an assignment. She’d already finished reading the assigned chapters but she wanted to get ahead.

As she flipped through the book to find where she left off, Geto’s deep voice suddenly rang out, “Satoru is curious about you.”

She froze, her fingers tightening around the page she was about to flip. She’d spoken to Geto before, he’d been in some of her classes so they’d randomly get paired together sometimes. There wasn’t much between them beyond that.

She glanced over at him, “Tell him to leave me alon–”

The door suddenly swung open and Gojo entered, his hands over his knees as he panted.

“Suguru, have you seen–” his piercing blue eyes suddenly landed on her and then at Geto.

He froze when he realized that he’d heard a feminine voice speaking when he’d entered the room. And since Geto was the only other person here…

A frown graced his features, “So you can talk to him but not to me?” he demanded.

Before she felt required to answer his absurd question, people began to pour into the room–including Mrs. Finch.

“Well, well, well, look who’s early.” she grumbled as she eyed Gojo. Ara couldn’t help but feel as though her and Mrs.Finch were the only two people who viewed Gojo the same–a pest.

For once, he didn’t take the bait and instead sat down in his seat with a huff. A pout on his lips as he crossed his arms.

Ara narrowed her eyes at the sight before dutifully turning back to read her book.

Her thoughts wandered as she questioned what his deal was..

It was subtle at first.

Ara walked out of the cafeteria, her tray of food in hand. She never sat in the cafeteria. She didn’t have any friends so what was the point. Well–Millie didn’t have the same lunch time as her this year and even if she did, it was sometimes easier to eat by herself.

Millie’s friends didn’t talk about things she could relate to anyway. Millie was funner to talk to one on one–but that was just her opinion.

Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice when she’d turned the corner in the hall and bumped into someone.

“Shit.” she muttered, as her tray of food fell straight to the floor.

“Oh fuck.. I’m so sorry.”

She looked up to see Austin. He was in her Anatomy class. They hadn’t spoken too much before but… she would be lying if she said she didn’t find him interesting. He was kinda like her, reserved, but maybe a little more sociable. Puberty had also hit him like a truck.

He’d grown much taller and he seemed to be filling out a bit more. His hair had grown out to his shoulders and it looked good, especially with that low man-bun hairstyle he was sporting nowadays.

She’d never gain the courage to tell him that though.

They both bent down to reach for the tray at the same time. Their hands touched.

“Oh.” he muttered, while they both withdrew their hands.

He glanced at her to see that she looked semi-embarrassed. The moment she caught his eye she gave him a small smile.

“Y-you’re fine.” she reassured him–though she wished she had the courage to tell him that she meant that in more than one way.

He blinked, “You sure? I could buy you lunch if you want? I feel bad.”

She shook her head, “Don’t worry about it.”

She glanced down at the mess on the floor, “I’ll just go get the custodian.”

“Wait, no–I’ll do that. It’s the least I can do after wasting your lunch.” he said.

Just as he turned to head off, he suddenly turned back.

“A-are you sure I can’t buy you anything? Seriously,” he fished out a five dollar bill from his pocket, “Please take this and at least get something from the vending machine.”

She raised her hands slightly and shook them, “Don’t worry about it.”

He outstretched his hand with the bill, “Please, just take it. It’ll make me feel like less of an ass.”

She laughed slightly, “You’re not an ass.”

He waved the five dollar bill in his hand once more and she eyed it wearily–before snatching it.

“Fine.”

There was a tinge of shyness in the attractive smile that spread across his lips, “Thanks, Ara.”

She pocketed the five dollar bill with a shake of her head. He was nicer than she thought. After he joined the Basketball team last year she expected him to adopt the typical jock attitude but it seemed he was still himself.

She watched him jog off to find a custodian.

She turned slightly to brush off any crumbs that may have fallen on her uniform but it seemed she was in the clear.

After giving her uniform one last dust off, she glanced up. A frown on her lips. There it was again. That feeling…

That intense nagging feeling in the back of her mind, as if trying to tell her something in a language that she couldn’t understand. She’d felt it before but… Gosh, it was so uncomfortable. Her stomach flip flopped with anxiety as she glanced around for the source–

Her eyes widened when she looked down the end of the hall to see a familiar tall, white-haired boy staring directly at her. He stood as still as a statue.

The nauseous feeling somehow disappeared the second she locked eyes with him.

She blinked before frowning. Ugh, why’d he have to show up?

She turned and headed towards the library, internally praying that the vending machine in the library still worked.

Austin didn’t come to school the next day.

“A-austin?” she said–the following day when he’d come back to class.

He stopped in the midst of packing his books before slowly looking at her. The bell had just rang moments prior, everyone had quickly exited the classroom but them.

His glance was short-almost hesitant-as he froze.

She eyed the bandage wrapped around his hand before asking, “Are you okay? How’d that happen?”

“Broke my hand during basketball practice.” he mumbled while packing his bag at a rather unwarranted pace.

“Oh–well, um, I hope you get better.”

“Thanks.” he said, curtly, before throwing his backpack over one shoulder and fast-walking out of the classroom.

He never spoke to me again.

Just as she adjusted her backpack straps over her shoulders, a white flower was suddenly placed in the open locker before her.

Her eyes widened before she looked over to see Gojo beside her.

His white hair appeared damp, as if he’d just showered. His indigo blue blazer folded haphazardly over his shoulder while the top few buttons of his dress-shirt were left unbuttoned. His proximity didn’t leave her much choice but to inhale his magnetic cologne.

“White hibiscus flowers, your favorite right?”

She glanced back at the single white flower that now rested atop her books in her locker. It was still attached to its stem. It was her favorite–specifically ones with red in the middle, which was exactly the kind he brought.

She liked the look of the red center against the white because it reminded her how the heart was the center of the soul; how emotions make one’s body impure–so it bleeds through its core to the rest of the flower.

At her dumbfounded expression, he smiled.

“I’ve been learning. Millie’s been telling me all about you.”

Ara’s jaw locked.

His hands slipped into his pockets, “Your favorite classes are physics and art. Your favorite teacher is Mrs. Lindsor—I don’t know how,” his nose scrunched disapprovingly, “You like cats. You’ve never been in a relationship before. You’re parents are kinda strict—“

Suddenly he was shoved into the lockers. Her hands gripping his collar as she stared at him with a stern expression.

Her face twisted with agitation as she spat, “Stop talking to my friend about me.”

His eyes widened as he held his hands up, “She speaks.”

Her expression became more enraged as the corner of his lip curled into an attractive grin. Her hands clenched into fists at his collar.

He tilted his head, “Oh? You want to hit me?”

His tongue deftly ran over his bottom lip, “Go ahead.”

When she didn’t move, he only egged her on further, “C’mon, hit me. Do whatever you want.”

A flicker of confusion flashed along her face. As much as she was tempted to… she didn’t trust him. Not one bit.

Why does he want me to? Her grip on his shirt loosened in hesitance.

Suddenly something malicious flashed within his eccentric eyes and before she knew it, he was cupping her face in his hands–forcing her to keep her eyes on him.

“Do whatever you want so I can do whatever I want.”

His words melted like butter on her skin–but if butter was warm, why did she feel so cold? Why did goosebumps arise on her skin?

Her insides churned as she tore herself away from him.

“Stop doing this bullshit. It’s not cute, a-and leave my friend out of this.”

She hated how he looked at her like that–as if she were the most amusing thing he’d ever laid eyes on, “I wouldn’t have to talk to her if you talked to me, you know.”

She squinted, “Are you okay? Seriously-what are you getting out of this?”

“You.” he said simply, as if that were the most logical answer, “I want you.”

Her eyes narrowed further–this had to be some kind of joke. “You’re not funny.” she murmured.

He bent over slightly as he laughed. His laugh was airy and boyish–the kind of laugh that one could easily be drawn to, if she hadn’t found something heavily off about it.

“I’m not joking, Ara.”

He stood up straight after picking his fallen blazer off of the floor. When she’d shoved him, it had slipped from its haphazard placement over his shoulder.

He looked down at her, his blue eyes incredibly mystifying as he hunched before her to look her eye to eye–his index finger holding the collar of his blazer over his shoulder while his other hand was wedged in his pocket.

“Ara.. I can call you that now, right? Now that we’re talkin’ “

She stumbled backward, “We’re not talking. Just leave me alone.”

He smirked, “You’ll come around.”

The confidence oozing from his tone would’ve infuriated her, if it didn’t make her feel unsettled to the bone.

She didn’t understand. Where was that likable, comedic Gojo that everyone else saw? Why was this version of him the one she had to meet? Even if she told anyone about this–no one, literally no one–would believe her.

It wasn’t like she had any friends to tell anyway. Well–Millie maybe but Millie herself was now talking to him.

She struggled to find her words, “I- I said, leave me alone.”

He leaned back, taking his hand out of his pocket to loosen his tie as he sighed, “Why are you makin’ this so hard for me.”

She ignored him, stepping around him to close her locker door shut but he stuck his arm out–firmly holding the locker door open by its top edge.

“Fine.” he looked down at her, his blue eyes blazing with mischief as she appeared startled.

He was so close to her, it was hard to breathe.

His voice dropped an octave lower as he added, “But I expect something in return.”

His eyes dropped to her neck when he saw her visibly swallow. The playfulness in his demeanor shifted into something more dominating.

He raised a brow as she stepped back.

“Don’t.”

“Why not?”

“There’s nothing for me to give you.”

He smirked, closing her locker door for her, “Lies.”

She’d missed her bus again. It was an accident–truly, a fucking accident. It wasn’t her fault that her art teacher wanted her to stay after to talk to her about future art-related career paths when they merely were supposed to chat about her recent artwork.

She writhed in pain on her bed, clutching her gut. It felt bruised from the amount of times her Father had kicked her.

It’s not fair, it’s not fair, it’s not fair.

She was always her father’s punching bag. Every, damn, time.

She was so sick and tired of it. So angry. She did everything right, everything. But one mistake–one simple fucking mistake–would get him so incredibly triggered. It gave her whiplash everytime.

She was finally at her breaking point. She was done. She was done wallowing in this pitiful fucking mess of her toxic-ass family. Done watching her Mom let her Dad treat them both like pieces of garbage. Tired of nothing changing. She was done.

She just wanted to do something she wanted. Just this once.

She’d talked to Millie on the bus this morning–the only time they ever seemed to talk nowadays but she had mentioned something going on tonight. It was Friday so, there had to be something.

Ara cringed as she reached over to grab her phone from her nightstand. She texted Millie.

A: hey can i come over?

M: r u kidding

M: hell yes, are u even allowed to tho?

A: im gonna sneak out

M: omg no way

M: im like hella shocked rn but hold on, imma use my bros car to pick u up

A: wait don’t stop in front of my house

A: i’m gonna wait at the end of the block

M: bet

A: thanks, lmk when ur here

M: omg im excited, does this mean your coming out tn?

A: yep

M: STOP im hype

M: ok, im omw

Ara put the phone down and sat up. She stared at her wrecked room in silence. It hadn’t been messy until her father had dragged her by the hair into her room from the car. He liked to dramatically throw her shit across the room in the midst of his rages.

She’d gotten used to cleaning his messes, but not tonight.

She grabbed her wallet, phone and keys–stuffing them all into her sweatpants pocket before chewing at her bottom lip diligently as she thought.

The front and back door wasn’t an option, her father had cameras. She’d been contemplating the garage but the longer she thought about it the more hesitant she grew. What if my Dad hears it open? She couldn’t risk it.

She glanced at her window. It looked like that would be her best bet.

She swallowed hard-forcing her nerves down-as she went to the window and shoved it open. She physically winced at the strength that simple action had taken her.

She gave her room one last look before hopping out of the window.

Milie ran the straightener over her hair, “I still can’t believe your here-like what the actual fuck.”

Ara laughed, she was already drunk out of her mind. She’d drunk a couple White Claws and that seemed to be all it took–it was her first time drinking after all.

Millie’s eyes caught Ara’s laugh in the mirror before them. Mille set the straightener down before running her hands through Ara’s hair–smoothing it out further.

“You should smile more often. Your smile’s really pretty.”

Ara set down her white claw before wobblily standing up, “Yeah, yeah. So who’s place are we going tonight?”

Millie smirked, “Nanami’s. His house parties are the fucking best so you picked the best night to sneak out. Nina and her man are gonna pick us up and then we all are gonna go.”

“Nanami Kento?” Ara questioned, “He likes to party?”

“Shoko probably convinced him cuz his house has a heated outdoor pool.”

Ara shrugged, bending over to pick up her White claw again and take another sip. Millie sat at the vanity now, leaning close to the mirror as she applied her lip gloss.

She smacked her lips together, “So.. are you planning on getting your first kiss tonight?”

Ara tilted her head back and finished her canned drink in one gulp. She set the drink down with a giggle.

“Maybe,” she said, before locking eyes with Millie through the mirror and they both laughed.

Millie swiveled around in her stool, “About time, girl! What’re you gonna do if some guy wants to go further?”

She shrugged, “I’m down. Honestly, I’m down to lose my virginity tonight for all I care, I just wanna have fun.”

Millie laughed, “Look at you today! I’m-like-shocked. Are you sure you're Ara? Or did you get possessed?”

“I didn’t do my Physics homework yet.” she mumbled distractedly to herself.

Mille chuckled, now applying extra powder to her face, “Girl, it’s Friday. You have the whole weekend. But please make sure you do it and send it to me cuz there’s no way I’m gonna do it.”

They stood on the porch of Nanami’s mansion. Voices and music could be heard blasting within the house from outside. Ara’s gaze was stuck on the perfect landscaping done on Nanami’s front yard. Her eyes lingering on the white hibiscus flower bushes that were planted outside his house.

They looked so pretty under the moonlight.

Millie gently touched Ara’s arm, catching her attention.

Mille grinned before squealing, “I’m so excited for you to experience your first party.”

Roland snorted, “No one’s gonna know that it’s you.”

His dark eyes looked her up and down, “Honestly, I still don’t believe it.”

Nina placed her hand on her boyfriend's chest. Her and Roland had been dating for two years now. He’d driven them all here–and as much as she was grateful for the ride, she didn’t appreciate his leering gaze at her body, especially with Nina right in front of him.

Nina remained oblivious, “Listen, Straight A students need to have some fun too. No one stays boring forever.”

Sober Ara might’ve had different words to say but intoxicated Ara merely laughed, “Sure, exactly that.”

Roland continued to glance at her curiously until the door swung open.

Toji stood in the doorway, “Hey, kids. Sorry to keep you waitin’ “

Toji was older than them by a few years–only because he refused to graduate for some reason. Either he was too dumb or just didn’t care. If there was one thing everyone knew he was good at-it was pulling women-it was football. He was captain of the football team for a reason.

He dapped Roland up as he let him and Nina enter. Roland was also on the football team.

“Who’re you?” he suddenly asked as Ara stepped forward.

His narrow green eyes looked her up and down–even if he was expressionless it felt as though he were eating her up with his eyes.

She knew she looked good–even if none of the clothes were hers. Millie had completely transformed her look with just a few simple pieces.

She wore a light blue, lace-y tube top that showcased quite a bit of her bare hips and navel. The fitted top also outlined the shape of her rather full breasts, which she’d typically kept hidden underneath the blazer of her uniform. She knew what attention they would draw on her smaller frame so she never wore her uniform without the blazer.

Then for bottoms she wore a simple tight black mini-skirt that revealed her smooth legs. Thank god Millie had extra razors so she’d shaved at her house. And for shoes, she wore her typical black Converses–unfortunately Millie and her weren’t the same shoe size. (a/n: i swear i didn't do this to make her basic. she ends up having to walk home so i jus didn't want my girl to suffer :,) & yES ik she's not real but idc idc)

Millie took her hand, “It’s Ara Natsuna, dumbass.”

She saw Toji’s brows draw together in confusion before his eyes widened, “You’re shitting me. Quiet girl?”

Before she had the chance to respond, Millie was suddenly pulling her inside.

Millie spoke as she dragged her through the mass of people, “He was totally gonna try chat you up–”

Millie suddenly stopped, “Wait, did you want him to?”

Ara shook her head. Don’t get her wrong, Toji was attractive as hell, but she’d rather not start her party debut with someone that passed around.

Though, that might just be how she felt right now. Who knows where the night will take her?

Suddenly a few of Millie’s friends called out her name and they both were thrown into a mass of greeting people. People were incredibly astonished to see her–continuously making stupid comments asking if she’d decided to leave the books behind. Joke or not, it was incredibly shallow.

They acted like being hot and smart wasn’t possible at the same time. It was annoying–but she was too drunk to care.

Millie suddenly ran off and Ara stumbled slightly as she went after her–but then froze in her steps.

Millie had run to Gojo, who was sitting on a couch's armrest. His long limbs easily held him up as he reached over to return Millie’s side hug.

“Millie Mills.” he greeted in a light, singsong tone.

He wore a simple black tee shirt with matching pants. Despite the simpleness of the outfit, his shirt fit just right on his lean frame–tightening around his muscular waist and shoulders when he raised his hand to pat Mille’s head.

Her throat went dry.

Millie and her had already talked about Gojo. She tried to tell her to not talk to him and Millie seemed to half heartedly agree–using lame excuses like he’s fun to talk to or that he’s hot. She didn’t know how to tell her that Gojo talking to her out of the blue wasn’t a coincidence–even if he possibly did like her as a friend or whatnot now, he was not to be trusted.

Millie said she didn't like like him but the way she was pressing her chest against him displayed otherwise.

Millie had tried to tell her to give him a chance–eagerly telling her on their bus rides that Gojo kept asking about her but Ara refused. She didn’t want to hear one-fucking-second of it. She didn’t care if Gojo never asked about a girl before. She didn’t care if Gojo mostly fucked cheerleaders. She didn’t care if he hadn’t been in a relationship in the past four years since he moved here.

He was weird, annoying and obnoxious—and that was that.

The vibe she got off of him was nowhere near safe either. She honestly didn’t even know how Millie felt comfortable hugging him.

Millie went on her tiptoes to whisper something in his ear and he bent his head lower to make it easier for her.

I found out what she whispered in his ear later...

Suddenly his head snapped up and their eyes locked.

Despite being a distance away, the ominous feeling within her gut still arose the moment his intricate crystal-like eyes met hers. She had no choice but to freeze under his gaze when he gave her body a slow perusal.

If Toji had been eating her up with his eyes before, Gojo’s eyes were devouring her–his attentive gaze ravaging each piece of her unveiled body with such greed, she couldn’t take it. She felt like she was standing naked under his gaze. There was something so vile and unhinged about the dark look that had slipped across his face; she suddenly felt like she shouldn’t have come here.

His expression hadn’t even changed much, his jaw simply clenching and his hand on Millie’s head suddenly slid down to the back of her neck.

Millie jumped slightly when Gojo’s hand tightened around her nape.

His eyes never left Ara’s as he spoke, “I thought you were lying–tellin’ me what I wanted to hear.”

Millie glanced at him, a bit nervous at the new terseness of his tone, “W-why would I do that?” she said, with a slightly timid, childish laugh.

“I’m not a liar.” Millie added, playfully, before placing a hand on Gojo’s thigh to steady herself.

That was all Ara needed to see to know that Millie still hadn’t cut off contact with him. Her insides twisted with disgust. She’d known that the other girl hadn’t fully agreed to stop talking to him but–Christ, it just looked so low.

Knowing that he was interested in her ‘friend’ and that her ‘friend’ found him creepy and still getting all close to him? What was even the point?

Ara stepped back-keeping the emotions hidden from her face as she subtly waved at Millie–signaling that she was gonna go elsewhere. She hadn’t talked to Gojo in a week and she didn’t plan on changing that now. Millie gave her a thumbs up.

Gojo’s eyes followed her before she disappeared somewhere into the kitchen.

Suddenly, someone nudged his knee.

Gojo turned his head to see Geto looking at him curiously. Geto sat, fully relaxed, in the exorbitant couch that he was sitting on the armrest of.

“What is it?” Geto asked while withdrawing the joint from his mouth.

“She’s here.” Millie responded, her attempt at including herself in the group of lethally attractive men before her.

“Who’s she?” Nanami asked-dryly-from the loveseat beside the couch that Geto and Gojo occupied. He didn’t look up from his phone.

Before Geto could respond, Gojo was suddenly questioning Millie, “You convinced her to come here?” The seriousness in his tone made the other boys go quiet.

Nanami glanced up from his phone.

Millie shook her head, “No, she wanted to come herself.”

“Thought you said her parents were strict.”

She shrugged, “Dunno. She snuck out.”

Gojo released her neck, a look of contemplation passing over his features as he rubbed his chin, “Somethings up.”

“Isn’t there always.” Millie mused, while playing with his fingers.

He raised the hand Millie was fiddling with to her face, his long fingers easily covering its entirety as he pushed her face back.

“Satoru! My lip gloss.” she exclaimed as he stood up. He gave her a wink before disappearing off into the throng of people.

She sat down on the armrest Gojo had just left from with a huff.

Geto didn’t spare her a glance. Instead, he indirectly addressed Nanami by saying, “He’s mad.”

“Satoru?” Nanami questioned, glancing up from his phone again.

Geto nodded.

“How do you know?” Nanami asked, “He looked normal to me.”’

Geto shrugged–not knowing how to expand on it because he wasn’t sure how he himself knew, but he was more than sure of it.

Toji arrived with three beers in his hands. He popped a cap open with his teeth before throwing himself back on the loveseat beside Nanami.

“Jus saw the sexiest chick I’ve seen in a while.. Her tits were-phew.” Toji shook his head before taking a swig.

“If you're talking about Ara, leave her alone.” Millie bit back.

“Oh? That a challenge?” He smirked at Millie. They’d fucked once–okay, maybe more than once—but, like every girl who tried, she couldn’t tie him down.

“Don’t even try it.” Geto warned.

If this was how parties were like, she never wanted it to end.

Loud music pounded through the pristine, wide-ceiling walls of Nanami’s house. The strong scent of weed, alcohol and a plethora of expensive colognes and perfume in the air. Voices—so much chatter, laughter and familiar faces. Everyone seemed so chill and.. happy.

She handed the joint back to the guy beside her with a loud cough—more coughing followed as she continued to breathe.

“Shit, is this your first time?” he asked, a hint of a smile on his lips.

She turned her head back to see Noel. She’d always seen him around school but they barely interacted—he wasn’t in the same classes as her. Besides, he hung with a completely different crowd. He was on the swim team. And, gosh, he was hot.

She didn’t know how she managed to grab his attention when she’d merely been walking around the outdoor pool. He was sitting in one of the surrounding lounge chairs and asked if she wanted to ‘cyph’.

She’d agreed—despite having no clue what that meant. It didn’t take her long to realize that it was just another term for smoking w33d. (a/n: idk if tumblr censors words or not so imma jus keep spelling it like that. y'all know what i mean anyway~)

They now sat shoulder to shoulder on the lounge chair. He was laughing beside her.

She frowned once her coughing subsided, “Are you laughing at me?”

He shook his head, pieces of his dark brown hair falling over his forehead in the process.

“Nah, I should’ve figured. I never seen you at one of these parties before.”

She wasn’t sure if it was drugs or alcohol in her system but god, the subtle grin on his lips was so hot. He had one of those smiles that made it hard to look away from his lips.

No wonder Millie hooked up with him sophomore year.

Something about that thought made her pry her eyes away.

His hand came up to her back, “You want another hit?”

She glanced back at him, shaking her head, “I need a minute. My throat feels so..” she didn’t know how to describe it.

He laughed once more, running his hand down her back reassuringly.

“I know. My first time smoking was like that too. I was coughing like a bitch.”

He then asked her, “Do you want a drink?”

“Millie said not to drink the stuff here.”

His subtle grin returned, “She’s probably right… is that who you came with? Millie?”

She nodded.

“How do you know her?”

“I met her on the bus.” They’d always sat next to each other since kindergarten.

“That’s cool.” he dropped his hand from her back, and offered her his joint, “You wanna hold onto this for me while I go get us some drinks?”

She took it from his hand with a nod.

As he stood up he noticed the look of disappointment on her face. Though, he didn’t know the reasoning behind it. She was still thinking about Millie—her one and only friend, who never took her word seriously.

“Aw, don’t look like that,” he bent down to give her a light kiss on the cheek.

He ruffled the top of her hair, “I’ll be right back.”

She offered him a small smile before watching him walk off.

The front door slammed shut—loud enough to be heard over the music. Everyone in the mansion paused for a second as people began to glance around and murmur.

Nanami jumped up from the loveseat, “The hell was that?”

Geto and Toji stood up as well.

Gojo suddenly appeared before them. His white hair more disheveled than usual as he smoothed down his black shirt. There was a hint of a bruise forming on his cheekbone.

Geto stepped towards him, “What happened?” he demanded.

“Oh, I just kicked Noel out.” his tone oddly light.

He shrugged before looking at Nanami, “I caught him tryna steal somethin’ in your Mommy’s room.”

“Noel?” Nanami questioned. “He wouldn’t do that.”

Nanami was captain of the swim team. He’d spent a considerable amount of time with Noel, who was on his team.

Something in Gojo’s eyes shifted as he stared at Nanami—the lightheartedness in his tone moments prior gone, “Are you doubting me?”

Toji’s eyes widened before he took another swig of beer.

Nanami’s brows furrowed until Gojo suddenly threw his head back in laughter. 

He placed a hand on Nanami’s shoulder, giving it a good squeeze before leaning close. Geto’s eyes lingered on the red marks along Gojo’s knuckles.

“Don’t worry, Nanamiiin, I took care of it,” he tilted his head, “You can scold him all you want whenever you see him at practice.”

He released Nanami’s shoulder with a bright smirk on his lips.

Nanami eyed him, “Just don’t slam my door.”

Gojo held his hands up-as if he were instructed to do so by the police-before walking backwards haphazardly.

He wriggled his fingers playfully, “No promises.”

Ara watched the girls play in the pool with a bored expression. They looked like they were having so much fun.

What’s taking him so long?

She looked down at the joint in her hand. She’d taken a couple hits–even if it made her cough quite a bit, but she couldn’t help but wonder where Noel had gone. He should’ve been here by now.

She picked up his joint and lighter with a frown before walking around the pool to head back inside the house. Her drunk self too unaware of her surroundings to notice the many lingering eyes on her as she passed.

She entered the mansion, heading to the kitchen to see if Noel was there.

Her eyes scanned the spacious kitchen in awe. It had to be the biggest kitchen she’d ever seen. Whoever designed it’s interior managed to merge a modern yet home-y feel perfectly. Its red, cream and dark brown color scheme also gave a sort of regal appeal.

She stumbled over to the nearest canvas hung on the wall. It was huge. It showcased a beautiful view of vast hills and a sunset colored sky. Her fingers gently ran over the painting, only for her eyes to widen when she realized it was actually hand-painted, not printed. Her eyes widening further when she saw an elegant black signature at the painting's bottom right corner.

Who knows how much this thing costs.

“Natsuna? No way.”

She turned her head to see Jaemin. He wore a black wife beater, showing off the small tattoos that marked his tan collarbones and toned arms. They never spoke before but she’d be lying if she said his wolf-cut didn’t suit him.

She raised a brow, “You know my name?”

He laughed, “Of course. We’ve been going to the same school since forever.”

She turned around fully, letting her back lean against the wall as she absentmindedly played with a strand of her hair.

“I guess.. I look hot enough for you to speak to me now.” she stated, dryly-the words slipping off her tongue without a second thought. Alcohol was truly something else.

He chuckled as he drew closer, “Pft, you were always hot. I liked your little quiet, mysterious girl look.”

A laugh escaped her lips as she repeated, “Quiet, mysterious girl look?”

She placed her hand on his chest when he stood directly in front of her. He bent his head low to touch her forehead with his. Whatever his cologne was-it was entirely too addicting.

He raised his hand with a red solo cup to her cheek. His knuckles skimming the side of her face as he spoke, “You always look like you wanna be left alone or else I woulda bothered you a long time ago.”

She smirked wryly. “Sure.”

He returned her smirk with one of his own, “Let me prove it–”

Suddenly his phone buzzed, and he froze. He held her gaze a second longer before glancing down between them, at the phone in his hand.

He shook his head subtly, “Gotta get more drinks.”

He patted her hip, “Stay right here.”

She nodded.

He gave her a little smirk before walking off.

“Damn Gojo, don’t you got your lil lackeys around for this?” Jaemin grumbled to himself.

He didn’t mind Gojo at all—in fact, he actually kinda liked the guy-but it wasn’t like they were tight or anything. The only reason why he decided to ‘listen’ was because Gojo never asked him for a favor before. He figured it was a once in a blue moon typa thing. Hell, could’ve even been a drunk text. He didn’t care, he just wanted to see Nanami’s family’s wine cellar.

He walked downstairs, glancing around at the movie theater room before him.

“Fuck, what damn part of the basement am I at now.”

He walked further into the room, past the large screen, towards the drinks bar. He leaned on the counter to glance around, only to spot empty champagne flutes instead of bottles.

He frowned before spotting the open double door beside the mini bar.

He pushed himself off the counter and walked into the wide wine cellar. He whistled.

He walked up to one of the bottles and easily plucked one out.

“Holy shit, 18 year old Scotch?” he gaped, “Shit probably tastes like ass.”

He carefully placed it back.

“Too bad Gojo wants beer.” he muttered, though he wasn’t really complaining.

But where the hell is the be—Oh.

He spotted the mini circular, blue, window that was stuck into a door in the wall. How could he forget? Nanami’s infamous walk-in freezer.

He pulled open the door and walked inside.

Goosebumps immediately rose on his skin the second he stepped within. It was neatly arranged and brightly lit. He walked further inside and spotted the untouched stack of canned beer on the shelf.

“Bless.” he muttered before reaching out to grab a couple.

Just as he juggled a few cans in his hands, the freezer door slammed shut.

His head snapped around, eyes widening before he dropped all the cans in his hands and ran to the door. He tried the handle before slamming his hands onto the door.

“YO! Hello?! Open this shit up!” he hollered, while glancing through the mini window. He saw no one.

At first he’d thought it was a stupid prank from one of his boys who might’ve followed him into the basement but… there was no one.

“HELLO?!!” he yelled once more, looking through the window with more intensity.

He didn’t understand how the door could’ve closed if someone didn’t pull it shut—he assumed it may have been an auto-lock timer on the door or something.

He broke out in a cold sweat when he realized no one could hear him. Not over the loud ass music.

His hand went to pocket to check for his phone. Maybe he could call—

“Fuck!” he hollered as he harshly patted his empty pockets.

He’d set his phone down on one of the shelves in the wine cellar when he’d grabbed that aged Scotch.

His breathing slowed when realization hit him like a truck. No phone. No one to hear him. No one in the basement.

If he didn’t get help soon, he was gonna freeze.

And it didn’t help that he was wearing a wife beater.

Of course I had to wear a fucking wife beater to-fucking-day.

He clenched his teeth, running his hands quickly over his arms. The cold was starting to settle in, alongside a large dose of panic.

His eyes dilated in fear before he slammed his hands against the freezer doors once more.

“SOMEONE!!! HELP!! GET ME OUT— HELP!!”

In the midst of his panic, a shot of hope suddenly zipped up his spine.

Gojo. That’s right—Gojo!

Gojo had been the one to text him ‘Yo yo, get more beer from the basement will ya¿ tyyy ;)’ so there was a chance Gojo would notice that he was gone. That he didn’t come back with drinks.

Gojo would help him—Gojo would remember him.. right?

Jaemin’s teeth began to chatter.

“Fuck!” he hugged himself once more before throwing his whole body against the freezer door. It didn’t budge.

“HELP!! SOMEONE HELP ME OUTTA HERE!!!”

He grabbed the phone from the shelf.

A smirk graced his lips, “Too easy.”

He was counting on the weak internet connection in Nanami’s wine cellar to-at least-delay Jaemin from contacting others. Or his phone to shut down from the freezer’s low temperature by the time he realized he could call someone. Jaemin wasn’t exactly the brightest guy.

But this. This was so much better.

He chuckled to himself as he walked through the dimly lit theater. Tossing the phone back and forth within his hands as he easily made his way back to the main floor from Nanami’s multi-level basement.

Just as he rejoined the boisterous party, he spotted a large fish tank installed within the wall.

He wandered over, bending over to peer at the various koi fish inside. Several of the multi-colored fish bounded over–their eager mouths opening and closing as they bumped into the glass, expecting food.

“Hey guys, miss me?” he mused.

He tapped the corner of the fish tank with his knuckle three times.

The fish tank slowly retracted from the wall. The fish all swam to the top. Their eager mouths bobbing through the water.

He smirked as he dropped the phone within the fish tank’s clear blue waters.

“Keep this safe for me, will ya?”

Ara stood in the kitchen, growing more irritated by the second.

Where is Jaemin? Or Noel?

She crossed her arms. Did I really get ditched by two guys in the same night?

Despite that possibility, for some reason her gut feeling told her that that wasn’t it.

She sighed, glancing down at her hand. She still had Noel’s joint and lighter. She decided to take another hit.

She coughed—having inhaled a little too fast. The woozy feeling that followed made her obnoxious coughing worth it.

She’d never felt so relaxed before. It was almost too relaxed. Relaxed enough that it almost felt wrong.

Everything was so enhanced it was absolutely riveting. The music. The colors. The voices. Maybe it was a good thing she’d never tried w33d until now—she saw exactly why people could get addicted. Even if the smell wasn’t exactly pleasant.

Just as she raised the joint to her lips again, a new crowd of people entered the kitchen. Rambunctious as ever.

She spotted Arman. She knew he was a close friend of Noel’s. They both were on the swim team.

She impulsively stepped up to him, “Hey-“

Before she could get another word in she was interrupted.

Arman’s eyes widened, “Holy shit—Natsuna?”

She immediately reddened. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, instead she smiled slightly.

“That’s me.”

He glanced at the joint in her hand, “Wait, you smoke too? Damn, girl. Double agent, for real.”

She was too high to care about his little comments. Quite frankly she’d been hearing it so much tonight it was getting boring.

“I don’t smoke. Today was my first time.”

He raised a brow, “Really?”

He eyed her joint, “Then where’d you get that from?”

“Noel. Do you know where he is?”

Arman’s brows furrowed. He seemed completely lost in thought, as if it was taking him a lot of brain cells to think.

“I don’t know, I think he left.” he finally slurred out.

“He left?” she questioned, surprised.

“Yeah, some dude told me he got kicked out but I don’t know. He didn’t respond to my texts.”

“Kicked out? What did he do?”

He didn’t answer, instead he reached into his cargo pants and shuffled out his phone from his pocket.

He handed her his phone—showing her the screen of the several, horribly misspelled texts that he’d sent Noel. It seemed Noel had left him on delivered.

She sighed, handing the phone back to him.

“Thanks.”

Suddenly a moment of clarity seemed to pass over Arman’s eyes.

He clasped her arm, “Wait, was Noel your ride here?”

She blinked, too drunk to recall, “I.. I don’t know.”

“Shit,” he let go of her arm, “Let me know if you need a ride home.”

She laughed, her unfiltered thoughts slipping off her tongue, “There’s no way I’m sitting in the same car as you.”

“What?” a hint of a dashing smile revealed itself, “Why not?”

“Because do you see yourself? You're drunk as shit.”

He threw his head back, laughing a little too loosely. She couldn’t help but laugh while watching him.

He set his eyes back on her, “And you think you’re not?”

Her brows furrowed, “I think.. I’m sober enough.”

“If you’re sober then we’re all sober.”

She rolled her eyes, “Ha ha.”

Arman threw his arm around her shoulder, “You’re staying with me.”

Arman had introduced her to a few of his friends. It took her a millisecond to forget their names and faces.

His hand was in hers as they walked through the swarm of people. Her legs hurt from how much they’d walked around.

It’d been fun though, exploring the mansion with him and his friends. She almost hoped that she would remember it.

The next thing she knew she was being tugged and suddenly she was on someone’s lap.

She glanced over to see Arman sitting on a loveseat. His deeper, tan skin glowed handsomely underneath the colorful lights. It only emphasized his dashing, perfect-toothed smile. She couldn’t help but compare his smile to a Disney Prince.

She’d rarely seen him around at school. He was a junior but he was undoubtedly attractive. His jet black hair was slightly outgrown in that rugged way, with a few strands hovering over his forehead.

She attempted to move his hair off of his forehead only for it to fall right back in place.

She let out a laugh.

“You’re really pretty.” he blurted.

She glanced at him. Into his dark eyes, that were surrounded by-jealousy inducing-lengthy lashes.

She placed her hands on his shoulders.

Her voice wavered, suddenly feeling shy, “Yeah?”

He nodded, his hands sliding around her waist—drawing her closer. Their faces millimeters apart.

“You.. don’t like Noel right?” he asked, sounding almost nervous.

She laughed a bit, “I just met him today.”

Their noses nudged into each other and he smirked, “Then.. he shouldn’t mind, right?”

She smiled a bit, “I don’t think he’ll mind..”

His smirk widened as their lips barely brushed against each others, “He won’t.”

She bit her lower lip, her tone playful, “He won’t?”

“He won’t.” he responded, gruffly before crashing his lips into hers.

Her first kiss.

She was too drunk-high-crossed to know what she was doing. She pressed her lips into his—merely trying to mimic his movements. His lips tasted of alcohol.

His hands were touching her all over. Sliding up the curve of her waist, grabbing her hips and even fondling one of her boobs. His thumb rubbing against one of her nipples through her top.

She moaned against his lips.

His hand slid to her thigh, moving her leg over his hard-on through his jeans. A jolt of nerves suddenly shot up her spine.

She broke the kiss. She was out of breath and her face felt hot.

Suddenly, an ice-cold voice sounded from somewhere near them, “You guys should get a room.”

They both glanced over to see Gojo standing in front of them, drink in hand.

His expression was stone-cold. His bright blue eyes latching onto hers and for some reason, she knew something was wrong. Very wrong.

Suddenly a wildly handsome, playful smile spread across his lips. To others the sight must’ve been nothing short of appealing but it felt nothing but menacing to her.

She swallowed, her throat dry.

“Gojo!” Arman greeted, friendly.

They fist bumped.

“You jealous?” Arman teased.

His blazing blue eyes slid over to Arman, his smile widening. She didn’t miss the way his fingers tightened around his glass.

“More than you know.” he mused, airily. “As much as I’d love to watch you two go at it out here, Nanami would freak. Better take it to his Mom’s room. Maybe you’ll get lucky and find some toys in there.”

Arman snorted humorously, “You’re fucked.”

Suddenly Gojo grasped her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

“Not as fucked as she is.”

That amused smile still pasted on his lips. But his eyes—she could feel the darkness swimming within them despite how blazingly blue they were. They were frigid with something so prominent she wondered how no one else saw it.

She immediately felt her body tense under his touch. She shoved his hand off of her.

His smile twisted into a wicked grin. She didn’t miss the hard edge to his curled lips.

She tugged at Arman’s hand, “Lets go.”

She wanted to get away from him. Far, far away from him.

Arman stood up, patting Gojo’s shoulder as he chuckled. Everything seemed to be funny to Arman. She couldn’t help but notice that the boys were also close in height.

“Shhh, bro.” he joked along with him. Not realizing that they were talking about completely different things.

Gojo merely winked before pressing his drink into Arman’s chest.

“One for the road?” he offered.

“Hell yeah.” Arman took the drink out of his hand and tilted his head back—downing it all in one go.

Gojo whistled as Arman handed the empty glass back to him.

Gojo lightly punched his arm, “I knew I liked you. Go have fun.”

Arman grinned, “You know I will.”

They both shared a chuckle before Arman faced her. His arms slipped around her waist.

He placed a couple light kisses on her neck, but she was stiller than stone. Her eyes were latched onto Gojo’s face—whose smile was slowly slipping away by the second.

She quickly turned away from him and faced Arman. A soft, hesitant smile on her lips.

He returned her smile with one of his own, “You wanna go upstairs?”

“S-sure.”

He pecked her cheek once more before slipping his hand through hers. He led them through the swarm of people once more.

She hated that she felt Gojo’s eyes on her back. The feeling made her shiver.

She refused to glance back.

They got lost trying to find the upstairs like twice. Only to realize they’d walked past it multiple times because the stairs were not well lit.

A few people stood at the bottom of the stairwell. Talking and chatting while her and Arman laughed quietly as they walked past them up the steps.

The group eyed them as they walked past.

Her and Arman had passed that group multiple times when they’d gotten lost so she could only imagine how odd they looked to them. Watching them go in circles around the house again and again.

She was a complete ball of giggles as they climbed up the spiral glass staircase.

He flashed her a subtle smile, before poking her.

“Shhh, keep it down, missy.” he teased her.

She almost broke out in another fit of giggles until he suddenly stopped.

He released her hand to hold onto the railing. His eyes were wide.

Her brows furrowed as she peeked up at him. She stood on the same step as him.

“Are you okay?” she asked once she noticed him look somewhat off.

He was sweating bullets.

The next thing she knew he turned his face aside and he was retching all over the steps, liquid pouring out.

Her hands went to her mouth as he stumbled down a couple steps, flimsily holding onto the railing for some balance.

He looked up at her, she stood a few steps atop him.

His eyes were bloodshot, face blotchy, his hair slick with sweat. His shirt was stained with the dark liquid of his vomit. All he’d vomited out was liquor.

He raised his foot, as if attempting to climb up one more step only to release the railing and go staggering backwards. The people at the end of steps yelled and moved out of the way as he crash landed into the floor.

A few people hadn’t moved out in time and managed to get hit by his rather tall frame, but now he lay sprawled on the floor. His red eyes wide open, arms splayed out, completely still.

His head moved slightly, as if trying to turn his face aside—only for white foam to start pouring out from his lips. His body began to convulse.

“Arman!” she screamed, running down the steps.

She dropped to her knees, by his side. She stared at him, worry consuming her as she held her hands out—unsure what to do.

She needed to find Millie. Millie might be sober enough to help her figure out this situation.

She stood up shakily. Her knees wobbly with terror as she looked down at Arman’s convulsing body. People’s shouts and murmurs all white noise to her.

More and more people seemed to gather around him.

She swiftly pushed her way through the crowd only to bump into an incredibly hard chest.

Her body went cold.

She looked up to see Gojo’s eyes already on her. She swore something in his eyes crackled, like blue flames.

His fingers grazed her forearm before grasping her. His large hand easily encapsulated the entirety of her elbow, “Go on. Find another plaything. I can do worse.”

The underlying threat veiled by his darkly charming smirk made goosebumps break across her skin. Her throat went dry in terror.

Her eyes widened as it clicked, “You… it was you..”

Noel. Jaemin. Arman. He’d done something to them.

He tilted his head, strands of his white hair becoming more disheveled in the process.

He raised a white brow as he waited for her to complete her response. His dangerous smile only widening.

The confidence sweeping off of him unsettled her to bone—enough to make her choke on her words.

“What did you do?” she whispered in shock.

“Nothing I regret.”

She stepped back, shoving his hand off of her.

She cupped her elbow-where his hand had been moments ago. Her skin still buzzed from the aftermath of their contact.

“What did you do to them?” she asked, her voice shaky.

His eyes bounced with amusement as she stared at him in absolute horror. The feeling of fear coursing within her only amplified by the drugs and alcohol in her body.

“What did you do to Arman?” she demanded.

His hand slipped out of his pocket, revealing a little zip lock baggie of pills. Some of the pills were crushed, leaving a powdery residue on the sides of the bag.

She eyed the bag. He caught the unsureness in her eyes.

“You know what this is?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“Molly.”

Her eyes widened—especially when she remembered Arman had downed the drink Gojo gave him without a second's hesitance.

Who knows how much he put in there.

“Y-you’re sick.”

He chuckled—chuckled.

The faint sound of sirens pierced through the music. It seemed someone had called the ambulance.

“This is nothing.”

I wish he was lying.

“He’s seizing on the floor.” she sputtered.

“And?”

Her heartbeat stopped—her eyes instinctively meeting his once more. The smirk on his lips had dulled some, but his eyes. There was almost an ethereal glow to them—but instead of finding it beautiful, she found it deeply disturbing.

“You aren’t his to touch.”

She was speechless. The uneasy feeling in her gut pulsed through her—urging her-screaming at her to get away from him. As far away as she could.

She staggered backwards, his sharp eyes and fading smile never leaving her as she disappeared into the crowd.

I should’ve never gone to that party.

Ara walked with her phone in her hand. The sky was dark, but the brightly lit mansions along the street kept the streets rather well lit.

Each mansion was more spacious and grandly landscaped than the next—almost as if in competition. Some had fountains and others had marble driveways. It was mind-boggling.

She glanced over her shoulder, looking back at Nanami’s house. The ambulance was parked outside, alongside several police cars.

She’d gone searching for Millie first, the second she’d gotten away from Gojo. But she couldn’t find the other girl anywhere.

She stopped her search the second she heard cops pounding on the mansion doors. She’d escaped through the back door.

She watched the house observantly from over her shoulder. The music and voices could still be heard from down the street.

She saw a paramedic and a few cops dragging a stretcher out to the ambulance.

Her heart lurched as she remembered just the look of distraught that had passed along Arman’s face a second before he stumbled down the stairs. 

An image of his helpless body, lying on the ground at an awkward angle, with foam bubbling out of his mouth.

She flinched. She hadn’t felt that scared in a long time.

And Gojo. 

She was still too drunk to fully process what he’d done. Too inebriated to fully acknowledge it.

She shook her head, raking a hand through her hair as she glanced down at her phone.

An unfamiliar number had texted and called—multiple times.

163-7263-1555: ara its me

163-7263-1555 (2) missed calls

163-7263-1555: pick up

163-7263-1555: silent treatment againnn :///

163-7263-1555: shouldn’t i be the one mad right now

She was more than sure it was Gojo. She wasn’t sure how he’d gotten her number, maybe Millie had given it to him.

She’d rather die before texting him.

She switched from the messenger app to Google maps. She was following the walking directions to her home address. Even if it was 39 minutes away, she didn’t care. She wanted to go home.

She didn’t want to ever party again.

I should’ve never gone home that night.

She stood in the middle of her room. It was still just as messy as her father had left it.

It was like walking back from one nightmare to another.

She sighed, walking over to make sure her bedroom door was still locked. She knew if her dad had wanted to come check on her could’ve, he had a key.

He preferred to kick it down sometimes despite that.

She raked a hand through her hair before deciding to clean one section of the mess. Maybe it would ease her nerves—she was almost sure sleep wasn’t going to come easy to her tonight.

She bent down, picking up the fallen papers beside her desk. Her legs ached from her long walk. Luckily it hadn’t been too cold outside.

Suddenly a slight sound came from her window.

Her head spun and she eyed it warily.

What was that?

Nothing was different—at first glance anyway. She swallowed, unsure what to make of it.

She glanced over when she spotted her phone on the bed light up. It casted an ominous white glow to a corner of her dim room, along the ceiling and wall.

She hadn’t kept any lights on. Using the moonlight pouring from the window as her only source of light.

Her stomach swam with uneasiness. She was too uncertain to move.

Her whole body tensed when she heard faint shuffling noises by her window. Her eyes widened when she saw a hand grasp her window ledge then, before she knew it, a figure appeared.

He was squatting, his legs wide open over the narrow window ledge. The same ledge she used moments ago, to climb back into her room.(a/n: y’all kno that one official art pic of gojo squatting, legs wide & his thumb under his blindfold, yeA that one ;) 

A smirk lit the edge of his lip when he spotted her.

He raised his hand and knocked on the window, as if prompting her.

She didn’t move—merely rooted in spot-in shock.

No fucking way.

When he realized she wasn’t going to open the window his shoulders sagged. His expression darkened as she heard him mutter through the glass-

“Do I have to do everything myself?”

He used the hand that wasn’t pressed flat against the window to grab onto the slim rail. After a bit of shuffling he pushed the window up.

Her heartbeat skyrocketed and she immediately stood up.

He’s going to come inside.

She glanced towards her bedroom door but then stopped. She glanced down at herself.

She hadn’t changed out of her outfit from the party. Her dad was surely going to kill her if he saw her in this outfit. Her dad was sure to kill her for even being up at this hour.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Araa.” his voice was light, almost teasing.

She spun around, eyes wide with panic when she saw Gojo standing within her room. He looked so tall, his head too close to the ceiling.

Her room wasn’t exactly small but the mess made it look so. And his tall, slender frame made it look even smaller.

He stood right underneath the moonlight emitting from the window, it gave the ends of his frosty white hair a glossy hue.

He looked radiant.

Every detail of his pretty blue eyes defined in the dark.

Maybe I should scream..

A croak left her lips.

Her drunk mind raged with indecision. She knew she should scream, wake her father… but she was terrified. Terrified of picking the wrong demon to deal with.

Her father was predictable. He’d hit Gojo then hurt her twice as bad once he kicked Gojo out. She winced at the thought–but Gojo-Gojo was unpredictable. There was no guarantee what he would do…

Maybe I can get him to leave.. She was terrified of rousing her dad. He’d already beat her once today–if he beat her again she wasn’t sure she could handle it. And if she had to explain where she’d been… he’d kill her. She was sure of it.

Gojo tilted his head, “Aren’t you goin’ to talk to me?”

Her body shook slightly, “What-are you doing here.” She meant to sound firm but her voice came out raspy instead.

He took a step towards her while teasingly mocking her tone, “Why-the hell don’t you answer your phone.”

She took several steps back, fighting to keep her voice calm, “Y-you need to leave–”

He continued to slowly walk towards her, his eyes skimming over the mess in her room curiously, “If you picked up my call I could’ve taken you home, y’know. You didn’t have to walk.”

She held out her hand, “Stop.”

She stopped him a second before he could stand directly in front of her. Despite him being a few feet away from her, his tall frame easily blocked her sight from most of the room. His head was bent as he looked down at her.

She scrambled backwards a few steps, nearly tripping over the mess in her room multiple times just to regain more distance between them.

“Don’t come close to me,” she warned, her voice shaky, “Get out, Gojo. I’m serious. Get. Out.”

His eyes twinkled, “But I just got here.” he whined.

Her hand shook as she kept it held up in the air. “Just go.” she whispered, her tone harsh.

The glint of amusement within his eyes was all too demeaning. He tilted his head.

“What’re you gonna do, princess.” 

Her mouth went dry, she struggled to find her words. Her heart pounded in her ears. 

“I’ll scream.”

A dangerously handsome smile split across his lips. He shook his head.

“My dads home.” she warned.

His eyes latched onto hers, “Then why didn’t you scream when I came in.”

She felt something constrict in her throat.

She didn’t know how to tell him that despite him entering her house against her will-her Dad was guaranteed to twist the story and blame her. He might beat Gojo but he’d beat her worse. Because it would be her fault that Gojo got into the house. It would be her fault for not locking her window. It would be her fault for even knowing who Gojo was–

Because everything was always. her. fault.

She swallowed–feeling absolutely sick.

“You want me here.”

Her eyes immediately flitted up to his, “No.”

“Admit it.”

“There’s nothing to admit,” she spat.

His eyes blazed as he taunted, “Then scream.”

Her body tensed with indecision–panic. Her throat constricted once more as she tried to think through the fear. She had to pick the lesser of two evils.

Her mind instantly became plagued with terror at the thought of waking her Dad. Just imagining his potential anger made her want to sob. But Gojo–he wasn’t listening.

“Please-” her voice cracked before she clenched her jaw, “Just get out.”

Suddenly he was crossing the distance between them, easily stepping over the mess.

Her eyes widened, instinctively backing up until her back hit her bedroom door.

The second he stood directly in front of her adrenaline took over and she slapped him. Her hand shook slightly from the aftereffects.

“I said. get. the fuck. out.” she bit out through rushed breaths.

She was absolutely terrified of looking up at Gojo–but she did it anyway. His head was still turned aside, facing the direction she’d slapped him. His smooth cheek blossomed with red from her slap.

His crystalline eyes were frozen at first-as if in shock-before something shifted. Her breath caught at the sight.

The next thing she knew she was being tossed onto the bed.

His hand was at her neck, holding her down in a chokehold as he stood between her spread legs. His other hand flat against the blanket beside her head. 

“I’ve been good. so. fucking. good.” His lips brushed against her skin as he spoke roughly into her temple. 

His fingers momentarily tightened around her throat.

“I left you alone,” He dug his nose into her cheekbone, pressing her face aside into the bed. “You think that was easy for me, hmm?” 

His fingers loosened on her throat, his thumb gently rubbing over her racing pulsepoint.

“All I wanted was somethin’ in return, but you know what I got—” he hissed. “I got you showing up to a party, looking like the sluttiest bitch I’ve ever seen.”

His fingers tightened around her neck once more as he growled against her cheek, “I wanted to slut you out right then and there.”

She shivered, her hands went to his wrist at her throat—weakly pushing at him. Her nerves alight with terror.

“Get off–“ she whispered, shifting under him.

“You know what your ‘friend’ told me when she hugged me. She said ‘look what I brought you’.”

Her eyes widened. Millie? Millie said that?

His hand left her throat, suddenly cupping her face—forcing her to look directly at him.

He spoke raggedly, “She knows you’re mine—everyone knows you’re mine. Except you-you want to tease me—“

His lips crashed onto hers, enveloping her lips in a kiss so hard that her jaw ached. Her skin simmered wherever they touched.

The pressure of his lips dug her further into the bed. She gasped when he tugged at her lower lip with his teeth. He immediately took advantage of her open lips—shoving his tongue through the narrow expanse of her mouth.

He groaned.

She grabbed his shoulders and shoved him back.

He budged just enough for the kiss to break–his blue eyes illuminating in the dark. He slowly straightened, licking his lips.

She quickly propped herself up on her elbows. Her chest heaving in and out as she attempted to catch her breath. She placed a hand over her lips, her hand shook.

He stood in between her legs, which hung over the bed’s edge. His face was flushed, and not because of her slap.

“What the hell–” she rasped, before cutting herself off when he grabbed his shirt from the back and easily slipped it off.

Her throat went dry.

Well, him being the best basketball player definitely showed. It genuinely.. wasn’t fair.

His skin was incredibly smooth–nearly glowing in the darkness of her barely lit room. His shoulders bulged; his arms tautly corded with muscle. His already protruding abs tightened before her eyes. He was entirely too compact with muscle—it was clear he’d done some work in the gym.

He looked so strong-so lean-she was almost… terrified.

In fact, she was scared out of her mind.

He ran hand through his tousled white hair before bending over her once-again. He pressed his hands to the bed, around either side of her.

His jaw was locked as he looked down at her. His eyes slowly looking her up and down–his gaze absolutely predatory.

His forehead nearly touched hers as he lowered himself but she immediately fell back into the bed–avoiding his touch.

She scrambled under him–moving without any thought as she attempted to slip away only to yelp outloud when he grabbed her by the waist and shoved her back down against the bed.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide with fear.

His countenance was unreadable–except for the dark look of heat that swam within the endless blue waters that were his eyes. The longer she looked at him she knew what was going to happen—she knew she was going to drown.

“You’re mine now.”

No. no. no.

Suddenly his hand was at her tube top, shoving it down. Her tits spilled over, revealing their luscious size. Her nipples were already hard from the slight breeze that escaped from her window.

His eyes reveled in the sight before he grabbed one and squeezed. She gasped at his grip.

“Mmm,” he palmed her hard nipple, “You been hiding these from me.”

She grabbed at his wrist, failing miserably to tear his firm hand off her chest.

She writhed under him, “Gojo, no—“

Suddenly he grabbed her wrists, easily pinning her hands above her head with one of his own. Her tits only seeming to protrude more at this angle.

His eyes widened, “Fuck.” he muttered, “You never took off our uniform’s jacket for a reason, huh?”

She didn’t get the chance to respond because he was touching her in an instant.

He took his time with each of her tits. He ran his palm against the smooth, untouched area of her underboob. He squeezed a handful, letting her tits fill the entirety of his large hand until it spilled through the gaps of his fingers.

He pinched her nipple and her body bucked.

“So fucking hot.” he gritted out.

“Gojo, please, stop, please—“ she whispered, begging.

She’d never felt this vulnerable in her life–she had to make him stop.

She twisted underneath him, purposely pushing her wrists against his hold only to gasp when his mouth latched onto her nipple. He lapped her perky nipple up, sucking diligently while roughly groping the other.

He broke away from her to look up at her through her tits, his lips glossy with saliva.

“How can I.” he answered, raggedly-before latching his mouth onto her unattended tit.

A choked moan left her lips-not from pleasure. Or so she thought-she couldn’t deny the feeling her nipples being attended to elicited. It was a feeling she’d never experienced before.

There was a heat she was starting to feel within her body—the kind of heat that was starting to burn within her, making her crave something she didn’t even know she wanted.

The feeling only added to her fear. The pulsing fear running underneath her skin threatened to overwhelm her.

“Please, please,” she whined, “My father is downstairs—please—“

His tongue swiped at her erect nipple once more. The tip of his tongue licking a tantalizing circle around her nipple before withdrawing his lips. A subtle smirk grew on his lips before he spit between the center of her tits. The feeling of the fluid against her skin making her squirm.

His fingers smeared his saliva along both of her tits. Her tits were soft and pillowy in his hands, using it as an excuse to squeeze them once more–he had to get them fully wet somehow, didn’t he?

He leaned back, standing upright between her legs. He didn’t let go of her wrists.

His blue eyes ran down her body. He wanted to groan. Her tits looked so good like that–glistening from his spit.

“Daddy’s downstairs, hm?” he mused. “Maybe he should know who his daughter belongs to now, hmm? He’s going to meet me one day anyway.”

“No..” she whispered.

He bent over her once-again, his teeth nipping at her lower lip. She sharply turned her head away–her body twisting underneath him.

“Get off—” she was cut-off when his hand suddenly pressed into her lower stomach, pushing her down further into bed. Her twisting and turning forced to an abrupt halt at the movement.

A low-cry left her lips.

“Why don’t you scream my name as loud as you can, yeah? I want you to.”

His hand was at her skirt, ripping it off with one swift yank of his arm.

He greedily drank in the sight of her in a baby pink lacey thong. Millie had given it to her tonight, as a ‘first night out’ gift.

If she’d known he would see it, she would’ve never worn it.

He slid his hand up her thigh, forcing her leg to spread before him. His teeth skimmed over his bottom lip at the sight. The entirety of her glistening cunt was visible to him since her thong had partly shifted aside.

He groaned through his teeth.

“Fuck, princess.”

He quickly released her wrists to hold up both of her legs, sliding his hands under her knees—spreading her completely wide open for him.

Before she could think of utilizing her free hands, she tensed. His pant covered groin was suddenly pressed against her warmth. His hard-on evident against her sensitive, untouched skin.

Her body buckled at the sensation.

A low chuckle left his lips before he began to grind his clothed cock against her wet cunt. She gasped, the feeling of something moving against her warmth foreign to her. But her body betrayed her mind—her juices spilled out her core, coating her thong and wetting his pants.

“Such a pretty pussy.” he rasped as he began to pick up speed, his hips jutting against her sensitive cunt. He was so hard.

She couldn’t move, her legs were spread wide. Held open by him against her will. Her knees were nearly at her shoulders as he grinded his cock against her. The bed squeaking noisily.

There was a feeling she couldn’t describe starting to brew within her. That heat–it spread along her skin and burned her insides. It seemed to originate from where he was rubbing against her. She couldn’t take it.

“Gojo-stop, Gojo-” she cried out, begging him to stop but he cut her off.

“Yes,” he growled out, “Just like that—want you to scream it next.”

His cock grinded harshly against her now, making her yelp out and her toes curl. Her thong was soaking, a wet spot had formed on his pants.

“So fucking wet,” he stared down at her cunt, continuing to roughly grind his cock against her. The friction felt so good against his cock.

“All mine.”

She writhed. A strangled cry leaving her lips as she attempted to separate her cunt from him by pressing her hips into the bed. The feeling was just too much–

He merely ground his cock further against her–pressing his hips against hers to further push her down into the bed. He used the added pressure to jut the length of his cock faster against her cunt.

She cried out, “P-Please—! Stop, Gojo—nnghh!”

He groaned–forcing himself to stop so he didn’t cum. He didn’t want to cum just yet.

She shivered, a subtle sigh of relief leaving her lips as she felt that hypocritical heat buzzing within her skin die down. She had no words for what that feeling was. A zip of fear coursed through her when she nervously glanced up at Gojo between her spread legs.

He was out of breath, his abs tightening with each inhale. Strands of his white hair curled over his forehead, slick with sweat. The slight mark of her earlier slap still on his cheek.

His gaze was possessive as he muttered, “m’gonna make you mine.”

He let go of one of her legs to unbuckle himself. He was too impatient to step out of his pants, merely unzipping himself and shoving his boxers down to let his thick, veiny cock jump out.

It was so long it made a slight sound when it hit his navel at first. His cock was big—big enough for her to be aware that it was big despite not having seen other cocks before. It was swollen at the tip, pink and leaking a liquid-y white substance.

The liquid leaked down his cock’s veiny sides. The veins protruding against his cock’s pale, pink skin. His cock was so erect, it was almost taunting her.

Her heart jumped to her throat–she was absolutely terrified.

She attempted to close her legs, drawing her knees together, “N-no…”

He easily drew the one leg he held apart and used his other hand to hook his index finger around her thong. He moved it further aside before placing his cockhead right at her entrance.

The tip of his cock pulsed as he felt her juices leak against him–despite not having entered her yet. His hissed–mind blanking with pleasure but before he could act on it, her legs flung out.

She turned to her side, moving to escape—until his hand found her throat, easily pinning her back down to the bed as he shoved his cock right into her core.

A pain-filled cry left her lips, her body buckling wildly underneath him. He’d only managed to seat his tip within her, but it hurt—it hurt so bad.

He bent over her and groaned.

A shiver raked her body at the sound. She went still, eyes squeezing shut, “No-no-nono-”

He peered down at her, his blue eyes dark with lust as he saw her strained expression. He slowly withdrew his cockhead and pushed it back in.

Her body jolted, eyes snapping open, “No—Gojo, stop-please, please—it hurts—“

She grabbed onto his hand at her throat. Her nails scratched at arm–trying-shoving-pushing at him, but they both knew it was futile. She sobbed.

Her cunt was incredibly wet, wet enough for her to feel aware of how warm the juices were making her insides. Despite all of this, she was still a virgin. She’d never had someone inside her before. Her cunt didn’t have any room for someone as big as him—or anyone ever.

He lowered himself over her, careful not to press his cock further into her as he swiped his tongue along her cheek, licking up her salty tear.

“You cryin’ princess?”

The tip of his cock pulsed inside of her.

His fingers around her neck tightened, “Do y’know how fuckin’ good you feel? How tight?”

He nipped at her jaw, before sucking at her neck—leaving dark dark hickeys behind. Darker than the marks he’d left on her tits.

“You think you deserve to run free after the way you were rubbin’ up on those random bitch boys, hm? You let them feel you up-let ‘em talk to you—”

His hips bucked into her, forcing another inch in. She nearly screamed.

“Only I get to do that.”

Her body was arched in pain, the skin above her tits felt warm and blotchy as she outstretched her neck. Her collarbones rising and falling against her skin as she breathed unevenly.

“No-no-no-“ she whimpered, her cunt hurt bad. Having more of him within her felt wrong—despite what the signals in her body were telling her.

Her cunt squeezed around him-heartily willing to accept him despite the pain. His girth was huge, taking up too much space. There was no way-this couldn’t be happening—

He groaned into her neck, his hand slipping down to play with her tits once more.

He squeezed her tit greedily before rubbing her areola till her nipple hardened against his palm. 

“You were such a bad girl today-y’know-you should be grateful..”

He chuckled, huskily, against her skin, “Should be grateful I’m not tearing this pussy open right now.”

She made a low, weak moaning sound. She could only imagine the pain—there was no way. No way she could take all of him. She would break.

Her cunt squeezed around him, hard—the complete opposite of her mind’s reaction.

“Hah,” he breathed out, against her neck.

His hands beside her head fisted the sheets, gripping it hard as his thighs flexed. He fought the animalistic urge to pound his hips into her at the godless pace he wanted to fuck her at.

He had to resist–her pussy was so tight that his cock nearly felt wedged in place, despite the slick of her wetness coating the rest of his balls.

He raised his head over hers, his cerulean blue eyes raking over her face. Her lips were slightly parted-breathless-as the crease in her brow deepened. Her body shook slightly as she tried to twist her face away–revealing that she was in pain.

His lips brushed along her jawline as a rush of lust overcame him at her expression. His balls swelled.

“Your pussy’s beggin’ for me, princess.”

He withdrew his hips slightly, letting his cock slide out before shoving it back in at the depth he was at before. Her body lurched. Her hands instinctively grasped his shoulders to hold onto something as she arched in pain.

Despite the cry she’d let out–she’d still heard the lewd, wet sound that filled the air.

“Hear that,” his lips were at the cusp of her ear, “That’s how wet you are.”

His hand cupped her tit again before squeezing it-harshly. She wanted to yelp but squeezed her eyes shut instead, biting down on her lower lip to quiet herself. If her Dad awoke to seeing her like this…

“You wanted this, didn't you?” Gojo’s ragged voice cut through her thoughts, “Isn’t that what you told Millie?”

His cock snapped in and out again. At the same depth as before. Barely a fourth in.

She gasped through her teeth. Her body trembled as she tried not to be too loud. He hadn’t gone deeper but god-the action was so unfamiliar, her insides felt like a mess.

“You told her you wanted to lose your virginity tonight.”

Her eyes snapped open in horror.

She had told her she was open to that but that was in confidence—and it wasn’t like that was her sole goal for the night.

Suddenly he leaned back, letting himself stand completely upright between her legs. His hands slipped up her thighs, spreading her legs further open—far and wide.

He stared down at her through half-lidded, hungry eyes.

“I’ll give you what you want, princess.”

Her eyes widened before she attempted to lift her hips away from him, but his hands suddenly wound themselves around her calves. His hands slipped under the bend of her knees before shoving her legs apart, forcing her hips back down into the bed.

She felt his tip poke her entrance.

She gasped—fear consuming her as she twisted helplessly. His hold was too strong for her to move. She attempted to pry his fingers off of her legs.

“Gojo-please, please-no, no-I can’t—“

Her little mewls shouldn’t have made his cock stiffer. He leaned over her, spreading her legs further open as his hands pushed her knees up. She felt the tip of his cock poke at her wetness.

His lips brushed against hers as she jolted. She was so sensitive, he loved it.

“Don’t be like that, kitten,” his voice a low murmur against her lips, “I told you I wanted you.. you should’ve came to me first.”

His hips shot forward, burrowing the full length of his cock inside of her all at once.

He caught her scream with his lips, kissing her deep and slow as she trembled underneath him.

Her nails dug into his shoulders. The pain was so blinding she couldn’t think. She felt so full–she felt like a new space had just been forced apart within her.

She writhed underneath him, unable to think until she pried her lips away from his. Her teeth clenched as she turned her head aside, trying so hard not to scream as his cock throbbed inside of her—forcing her pussy to accommodate.

She let out a choked breath, her cunt inadvertently squeezing around him.

“Fuck,” He groaned, the sound muffled as he pressed his face into her hair. “Takin’ me so well, princess.”

He slightly pressed his hips further into her, reveling in the feeling of how the walls of her cunt didn’t let him go, “Feel so fuckin’ good.”

She winced, moaning in pain as she squeezed her eyes shut. Her fingers clasping and unclasping his shoulders.

His blue eyes scanned her face, a look of adoration and pure lust mixing within his gaze as he ran his hand down her temple to move her hair out of her face.

“Your virginity was always mine.” he stated, huskily–with all the confidence in the world.

Her cunt squeezed around him and his hips jutted into her. Just as she cried out he pressed a desperate kiss to her lips. The feeling of his cock completely stuffing her and his lips on hers simultaneously jumbled her body and nerves like no other. She whimpered.

He broke the kiss before leaning back. His gaze darkened as he took in the view before him.

His hands on her thighs spread her legs some more, causing a soft whimper to leave her lips. Her full, perky tits were shiny with sweat. And her legs—they looked so fucking sexy, completely outspread for him like that. He could feel every tremble of her thighs go straight to his cock.

And her cunt—her cunt looked so good, completely stuffed to brim by him. Her warm pussy juices leaked over the edge of his cock. He didn’t miss the line of blood slipping down her cunt to ass.

She looked so ready to be used.

And that’s exactly what he did.

He fucked her hard. He didn’t care how loud the bed was. His dick slammed in and out of her relentlessly—lewd sounds of her wetness filling the room as she cried out with each rough fuck. If she thought the pain was bad before, it was nothing compared to now.

He was just so damn big. She swore she could feel each ridge and vein of his dick against her pussy walls—his cock forced her pussy to fit.

His countenance was focused despite being lost in complete bliss. Her pussy was his. Only his.

He didn’t slow down—continuously ramming his dick into her. The tip of cock hitting her walls each time, making her body jump up and quiver. Her tits bounced satisfyingly with each body breaking fuck.

“Ohh—god, fuck—stop, p-please—“ she was absolutely dumbstruck.

“You can take it.” He spread her legs wider, making her back arch in pain.

He leaned forward, picking up his pace somehow, “I’ll be the first and last dick you have—you hear me? This cunt’s mine.”

She breathed haggardly, her brain lost in a fog of pain as that heat she felt earlier slowly crept back up. She couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Nngh—!” was all that left her mouth when he continued to fuck her out. He kept spreading her legs open further–his grip on her legs firm as he let his cock hit her at an even deeper angle.

“Hurts!” she cried out, wincing, “Gojo—please—“

He didn’t stop. His cock slamming in and out of her roughly. Her cunt felt so damn good—so tight.

He licked a bead of sweat that shone along her cheekbone, “I know, princess.”

She was a mess. Her hands gripping his shoulders tightly as she let him do whatever he pleased. It hurt so bad she couldn’t think–but there was a small part of her that was reveling in the feeling he was arousing. She couldn’t explain it.

“Gojo, please, stop–” she whined, helplessly, tears slipping down the corner of her eyes once more.

His hand went to her navel, gently pressing into her lower stomach. He growled when he felt the slight bump of his tip hitting his hand. Fuck, her pussy felt too good.

He looked down at her. Her tits swung in hypnotizing circles. Her hair was completely unruly over the sheets and her face shone with tears.

His voice was rough as he muttered, “Such a pretty crier–S’not fair.”

Her cunt tightened at his words and he groaned through clenched teeth. She felt his dick throb inside her and couldn’t help but shiver at the unfamiliar feeling. She felt like wasn’t on this planet. This feeling burning within her skin, the lewd noises filling the room. The odd sensation of gradually building up subtly under the pain.

“You like that, hmm? You like when I compliment you while breaking you open?”

She shook her head, “N-no, please-nnghh, it hurts. Hurts.”

“You can take it, princess.”

He leaned forward, enrapturing her lips in forceful kiss as he pressed his hips into her. Letting the length of his cock fully submerge into her warm wetness. Her body arched underneath him, her tits pressing into his firm chest as he kept her down.

She felt his cock twitch and she gasped, breaking the kiss, “G-gojo—!”

He buried his face into her neck, groaning as he shoved his cock further into her. She winced.

Then suddenly she felt his cock pulsate within her. She felt something warm and thick fill her up—a lot of it. She swore she felt it drip down her ass.

He came… inside me. She went limp in shock.

He slumped over her, catching his breath. His weight nearly crushing her until his dick spasmed within her, shooting out the last loads of cum within her cunt.

He came a lot. He knew he had—it wasn’t usually like this but fuck, he had to see it.

He leaned off of her slowly. He slipped his hands around her legs once more, spreading her open to see his dick still lodged deep within her.

She was just so warm down there… Fuck, he almost didn’t want to pull out.

He noticed streaks of his cum had slipped out, joining the trail of blood and pussy juice that trailed down to her ass. His cock jerked in her pussy at the sight.

He slowly pulled himself out, his cock leaving her pussy with a satisfying ‘pop’ when he finally withdrew himself completely. A string of cum was still attached to her pussy from his tip when he pulled out.

A second later, more cum poured out of her cunt. And more. Streaks of blood were mixed in here and there but Fuck—how much did he cum?

His cum leaked out of her cunt and slipped down her ass onto the sheets. The sight was so erotic he didn’t notice that his cock was fully erect again. His balls throbbing once-more.

He ran a hand over his dick, giving it a few pumps before squeezing the tip to watch one last bead of cum pour out. He swiped at the cum with his fingers, collecting it.

He brought his fingers to her lips. Her eyes were closed but then opened half-way at his touch. Her whole body ached from the aftermath of their sex, she was completely worn out.

“Open your mouth.” he murmured.

She blinked, before opening her mouth compliantly.

He placed his finger in her mouth, “Suck.”

She did. Her little tongue swiped at the substance coating his fingers and squinted at the taste. She didn’t know what to make of it.

He smirked, that typical darkly handsome smirk of his– “Good girl.”

She lay in bed, curled up into a ball under the sheets. She still hadn’t gotten up to shower yet-despite desperately feeling the need to shower after getting railed by Gojo Satoru.

She still couldn’t believe that had just happened.

Her whole body ached, each physical movement causing some sort of strain on her body. Her throat felt dry and her legs still felt sticky despite having pissed already. She was still in a state of shock.

She hadn’t gotten the nerve-or will-to move because Gojo was still here.

He lay on the bed next to her. She couldn’t see him because her back was to him. She needed him to leave.

She felt the bed shift under his weight and suddenly his presence felt closer. His voice arose from somewhere near her shoulder,

“Are you sleeping?”

She jolted slightly, at his closeness—before scooting further away from him on the bed.

“Hm.. you mad at me then?”

Her brows furrowed. Why’d he say it like I shouldn’t be?

She needed him to leave but she refused to talk to him. She’d experienced abuse before this…but this was different. He’d taken her virginity.

She flinched when she felt him press a delicate kiss to her shoulder.

“C’monnn, princess,” he urged—whining slightly, “Talk to me.”

She didn’t want to. When the silence ensued she thought she heard a low sigh.

“You’re not allowed to give me the silent treatment anymore.” he muttered, discontentedly.

Her eyes snapped open at that—unsure what to make of his words. She wasn’t sure if that was a threat or just more of him whining. He was so unpredictable, she had no clue how to safely navigate this situation.

She didn’t trust his current easygoing-ness one bit. She didn’t know what he would do to her if she said something wrong—something he didn’t like. She wanted to be defiant but she was… terrified. She’d never been overpowered like that—completely bent to someone else’s will.

She still felt the imprint of his large hands around her legs, gripping her thighs firmly in place-to keep her spread open for him no matter how much she struggled. He barely budged when she’d twisted and turned-trying to escape. He dominated her easily every time. His strength scared her.

She closed her eyes, willing her heart rate to calm down. She needed to think through the fear but she wasn’t ever any good at acting.

She hesitantly poked her head out from the blanket, turning slightly to face him.

His blue eyes sparkled at the sight of her.

“Do you know what you just did to me?” her voice wavered, resisting the urge to snap at him, “Why would I want to talk to you.”

He was propped up on one elbow, shirtless, as he lay beside her. His white hair was completely ruffled, with strands poking out in different directions. A subtle pout appeared on his lips as he contemplated her question. His white brows furrowing.

She wished he’d put his shirt on.

He sighed, “Me and you were gonna happen regardless so..” he shrugged.

She blinked, staring at him in complete disbelief. There was so many things wrong with that that she didn’t even know where to start.

His fingertips skimmed her cheekbones, tucking her hair behind her ear. She resisted the urge to flinch.

She watched him in complete stunned silence.

He was gazing at her, almost adoringly. She could tell from his line of sight that he could see the hickeys decorating her neck. Now that he’d moved her hair out of her face, they were more visible.

His crystalline eyes flitted to hers, catching her staring. A brief look of surprise flashed over his eyes before a smug smile spread across his lips.

“I’m pretty, right?”

She blinked, speaking impulsively, “You’re insane.”

“Fix me then.”

Her eyes widened before flinching when his hand slipped over her stomach, lightly pressing her down so that she lay flat on her back instead of her side.

She froze. Her body alert with fear as he leaned towards her. He placed his head on her shoulder, letting himself lie comfortably over her.

He threw his long leg over her tiny frame. She was still partly naked under the blanket—but lucky for her, he wasn’t under the sheets.

“Don’t chicks love that shit?” he continued before sighing, “I wish you wanted to fix me.”

She glanced down at him, at his fluffy white head on her shoulder—his hair tickling her chin. He was so big compared to her that despite him being the one trying to ‘cuddle’ on her, his large stature still gave the appearance that he was spooning her.

She shifted slightly under his weight, wondering how he was comfortable. She supposed he didn’t have much to worry about—considering he was laying atop of her and seemed to live life doing whatever the hell he wanted.

Fix him? she wanted to laugh. The only thing that would fix him is jail.

She closed her eyes, fighting the urge to tremble slightly. How am I going to get out of this?

a/n: hi guys-first of all-woAh u made it. ik this was hella long, more of a short story than a one-shot but i hope y'all enjoyeddd. i realized like half-way thru editing that i never explained that some of the bolded, italicized text is spoken/narrated from our oc (ara) from the future. anyway, lmk what y'all think & if a part II is something that would interest u. eitherway, have a good day!! UPDATE: lol so here's the next chapter (pls read @ ur own risk bc it only gets worse from here... dun duN DUN)

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

I think something similar was asked but would Wu go to Parent conference in School for his student? When Jesse and Cole get together would Wu be there to meet them as a sort of father too? Would Koko and Garmadon go too?

Something Similar Asked

I think this gets mentioned in a future OC-Musing, but Jesse is terrified of parent-teacher conferences because his dad has such ridiculously high standards for him (and also keeps comparing him to Miranda), sooo he probably wouldn't mind a replacement in Frank's stead

Jesse: *shaking like a leaf* Guysssss I really don't want to tell my dad about the conferences...but it's gonna be suspicious if I don't show up at all!

Cole: Don't worry babe, you can always borrow my dad! Swear he likes you more than me 😤

Cole: Besides, Wu is legally my guardian on my school papers anyway :3

Jesse: Wha–?

Lloyd: Oooor you can take my parents! (...Please take my parents)

. . .

Koko: So how is our son Jesse doing?! He's such a sweet boy, always helpful and studying and keeping on top of his council duties!!!

Teacher: Well, he's missing more class than the average student, and it does seem like it's negatively impacting his grades...

Garmadon:

Teacher: So that's why I'd suggest he–wait holy shit is that Lord Garmadon

Garmadon: What were you saying about my boy's low grades?

Teacher: Ahahaha?!? What low grades?! *quickly changes grades*

Jesse: *head in hands* ...still better than dealing with my dad

Lloyd: *hiding in a plant* *gives him a thumbs up*

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TEACHERS

Bi-Han x B!F Wife Reader W/ Children (Ep 1)

Summary: This episode of Mortal Kombat is called Teachers

Tags: Family & Fun

A/N: I will make a series out of this, and comic it into the OC! It helps with ideas and Bluey inspired, but I hope you ladies still like it 💅🏾

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“Daddy are you sure you’re alright watching the girls by yourself. While I take the boys to see there cousins match.” You already had your coat and everything on, along with the boys.

Bi-Han and the girls were seeing them off at the entrance. “The fact you question my ability to watch my own children, offends me.” He said with a bit of agitation.

The Girls Giggled at him, “Aww my ice king, you know that��s not what I mean. It’s because my cousin was hoping you could watch your favorite little person. When my cuz come pick us up.”

“Who is the favorite person, you speak of?” As soon as those words left his mouth, a little girl came storming in. Arms wide and glasses almost falling off.

“BIHANNNNNNNNNNN!” She yelled jumping in his arms.

“Angelica!?”

“HOORAY! The girls cheered.

He put her down, she took a step back bowing to him formal. “It’s nice to see you again Grandmaster! COUSINS!”

The girls ran and hugged each other. Bi Han went his attention to you and your cousin quickly leaving before he can complain.

“Thank you babe, love u!”

“Thanks Bi-Han!”

You and your cousin yelled out to him before she drove off with her and the boys.

Bi-Han only sighed looking down at the girls, “So what is it my little princesses and student like to do.”

They smirked at each other, “TEACHERS!” They yelled in unison.

Bi-Han was trying to fight off so many demons, because denying them of any fun would cause havoc. Although he will not suffer alone.

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*tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap* *tap*

Angelica tapping the board with a ruler, “Attention students! I will be your teacher for today. My name is Ms. Um… uh… Ms. POPSICLE!” She said in an old lady voice, The girls laughed.

Angelica was dressed in oversized clothes and glasses with strings on it and hanging at her nose. Someone raised there hand.

“Yes um…” she looked and squinted at her clip board. “Mr. Vrbada”

“Do we have to call you that? May we just call you Ms. Angel-OW!” Angelica smacked his hand with a ruler.

“No! It’s Ms. Popsicle and you will refer me as such or you’ll be put in a timeout young man with your head down like your siblings, understand?”

“Yes Ms… popsicle.” He said quietly at the end. Kuai and Bi-Han snickering, trying hold in a laugh with there head down on the desks

“Good! Now who’s ready for gym class!?” Angelica shouted. The girls cheered, but the brothers and Lin Kuei had their resentment for it. Although they didn’t say anything.

The girls were really happy with there family was playing with them. It’s always fun when there father joins it. They were playing jump rope for gym, one of the Lin Kuei were reluctant.

Till they felt a coldness run down there spine, “You heard Miss Popsicle J U M P.” Bi-Han order him, giving him the tone of do it or else.

They did many school type activities, as it was getting close to there mother and brothers returning home.

There last activity was arts & crafts, which some of the Lin Kuei was enjoying. Along with the two brothers. “Are you enjoying yourself brother?” Kuai Liang asked sitting next Bi-Han.

“Define F U N Kuai Liang.” Bi-Han responded unhappily. Kuai Liang just smiled at his brother. Because despite his denial, he definitely is taking it seriously.

He didn’t know his brother had a skill in arts in crafts, as he made art folds of different animals.

“Attention students! As we conclude today’s class. I would like to announce that, EVERYONE HAS PASSED!” Angelica put her hands up happy, then Lin Kuei cheered. Mainly due to the fact it’ll be over.

“As a special graduation, these four girls made all of you a special piece.”

It was Bi-Han’s daughters that made cute little cards for the Lin Kuei attending the class. As well as her uncles and father.

They made a very special one together for there father. It was skillfully decorated and written, with a picture of the family, “Do you like it?” One of his daughters asked nervously.

“Of course I love it, thank you my daughters.” He hugged all four of them tightly.

“I actually have something for you four and your cousin. From what I learned in art and crafts.” Bi-Han showed them the little animal folds he’s made for them.

Which they really loved, and when the game finally ended he gave Angelica hers. She bounced from Joy and thought it was so cool and amazing.

“I’m sure my girls are hungry?” He asked them.

“Yes!”

He had the Lin Kuei prepare a meal, which they obeyed happily. They were a bit emotional from the cards they gave them. Each one was special.

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“Bi-Han we’re back!” You shouted, you noticed it was very silent.

Making the boys go on full alert scouting the premise. Before giving their mother and cousin the okay.

“You hey cuz you hear that?” Your cousin asked, you stopped to listen. Then heard a tv on in the girls room.

All of you went towards the sound and peaked in the room. Your heart melt so hard, Bi-Han was sleep with all the girls cuddled around on the bed. Including Angelica in the pile, a lil snore coming from her mouth. They fell asleep watching a movie.

“You don’t mind if Angelica spent the night do you?”

“Girl please, call me when she’s ready to go home. Bye boo, by boys.” Your cousin whispered her farewells.

“I guess you boys are sleeping with mommy tonight. I may need protecting.” You smirked at them. As you all left them be and asleep, you guessed they must of had a very eventful day.

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A/N: I really like doing the softer stories :>

Side Note: So an extra tidbit I still try to keep some of the characteristics and personality of the characters from MK1 or how I believe they are. Bi-Han is still a bit mean and attitude issues. With a superiority complex.

For me instead of making him evil he’s really like an anti-hero he’ll do what he sees fit, but he does care for his family and is gentle when it comes to them. If anyone questions how I write them :>

[harus-simp]

Surprise me

-Keita x reader-

Genre: angst (fluff ending),comfort

Warning:lots of cursing, horrible parents (just worry about your grades)

Word count: 1.6 K (aprox)

Requested: hihi! is requests open? 😶‍🌫️ i honestly found your account like only an hour ago and read a few of ur fics and i can sense that you're really good 😭 i really like that wumuti fic where he and the reader got into a argument LMFAOO moving on urm.. if requests are open i'd like to request a keita angsty (?) fic where he and the oc/reader are academic rivals.. let's say the oc/reader is competetive because she is pressured meanwhile keita only wanted to be her rival to get her attention?

prompt > “your last test grade says otherwise.” (HELP ME IDK IF THIS FITS SO PLS EDUCATE ME) (Anonymous)

Author's note: hey there anon, thank you so much for requesting this, I had a really good time writing it ngl :D

Also sorry for the long wait, but I was so busy lately:((

I hope it's similar to what you were asking, please enjoy it 😊

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You and keita had been rivals for a really long time now, always fighting over who had the highest grade. However, maybe a test was precisely what would bring you both closer.

The life of a high school student may seem simple too many, you just have to pay attention on class and then nail your tests. However, in your case that's far from the truth, I mean your life wasn't miserable but it sure was hard for you.

Specially when you have someone called Terazono Keita annoying you non-stop and being all competitive without any fucking apparent reason.

You guys had been on the same class throughout all highschool and at first he wasn't that much of a bother, in fact he seemed like a good guy.

But life can be surprising at times, and soon after he became the most irritant person on this fucking world. He didn't pay attention to be on the first place, he just wanted to be better than you.

He scored higher by one point? Boom. The first he did was to make fun of you for it.

It didn't matter how bad he did, but rather how worse YOU did.

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"Alright class, you may be dismissed now. Mr/Mrs y/l/n? Could you please stay a little longer?".

Oh great! Just what you needed, your teacher talking with you privately about your grades. How nice was that?

You waited for everyone to leave till you could finally approach her desk.

"Mr/Mrs y/l/n, I am beginning to worry a little about you, your grades on my subject have been dropping recently. Is there something bothering you recently?"she asked

"No, just a rough week. I promise this was a one time thing. I'll do better next time"

"Alright, don't worry darling, just make sure that you don't fall back, you may be dismissed"

You were finally getting out of class and going to take your lunch, until you were stopped by someone's voice.

"You pissed off Mrs Kim or something?"

You rolled your eyes at his comment.

"No keita, I didn't"

Leaning on the wall looking at you with a smirk was keita, his eyes dark and piercing, his hair dark brown looking all soft and his hands holding his backpack over his shoulders.

"Then your grades pissed her off"he said laughing

"My grades are doing just fine for your information asshole"you said annoyed by him leaving him there

"Your last test says otherwise dear"

You suddenly turned around looking at him with despise.

"And how would you possibly know that huh?"you asked sarcastically crossing your arms

"Well, leaving your test on top of your desk and then going to the bathroom isn't so slick babe"

"Mind your own fucking business"

And while you hated how annoying he could get at times you couldn't help the blush that crept onto your ears and cheeks.

Despite all your bickering and your hate relationship with him you wouldn't deny that when he wasn't being a dick to you he was one of the most handsome people in the room.

The confident and charming aura he exuded could be perceived from miles away. His gummy smile could light up any dark room and his cute height always made you melt instantly.

However, you didn't want to admit that out loud and feed his ego much more than you already had.

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Coming home was by far the worst part of the day. And you may be wondering why keita isn't. Well that was simple. Because the pressure and rigidity from your parents was what actually made you sick.

They wanted you to excel in everything and not by a little, they wanted you to be practically perfect. Do even if you got an amazing score or even a perfect one,they weren't satisfied. They always wanted more.

And you were getting quite tired of it honestly, you couldn't take it anymore. How were you now supposed to tell your parents that you were starting to fail on a subject? You had already to cope with the daily unsatisfaction from them.

While you were having dinner with your parents you decided to just drop the bomb, what was the worst that could happen?

It actually seem like a lot.

"Um, my grades on Mrs Kim subject have been decreasing a little bit, sorry"

"Sorry you say? They weren't even perfect on the first place, and you call yourself a smart student? I'm really ashamed of you y/n y/l/n"said your father

"Yeah, how are you supposed to finish your studies in this condition, you can't let your guard down on such an easy task"

Now you were starting to get irritated because how could they say those things so easily? But what really made you incredibly furious were the next words.

"I'm embarrassed to call you my daughter"

That was the last straw.You were just gonna let it slide but you wouldn't let your parents talk to you like that.

"Excuse me? Are you being serious right now? You are telling me that I work my ass off and do my best to get good grades and make you proud, but you act like this? I'm the one who should be offended"

"You call that good grades? Those are nothing. And do your best? Please,let's be serious right now you are a complete failure for this family"

"Well then take all your perfect grades and expectations and shove it up your ass"you shouted as you stormed out of your house.

You run and run till you couldn't see practically anything due to the tears that were starting to form in your eyes, so with a blurred vision you decided to stop for a moment and take a break to cool off.

You found yourself on a park that didn't look familiar at all but you decided to seat on a bench and calm yourself a little bit.

It wasn't of any help as all the hurtful words you had just heard were starting to get to you. You swore you were a strong person, however being called a failure and a disappointment to the family wasn't something that could leave your mind quickly.

And your luck seemed to increase each minute more and more.

"Well look who's here, if it's not my dear y/n"

You decided to ignore keita's existence as it wasn't what you needed at the moment but he wouldn't stop.

"Now now, look at me honey, don't try to-"he stopped himself as he saw your puffy eyes and your reddened cheeks from the crying.

But what had actually shocked him was the look in your eyes, hurt. That was a state he had never seen on you.

"Wha- what do you want terazono?"you said as you looked at the floor

"He- hey, are you okay y/n?"he said while crouching down to get on your level and putting a hand on your shoulder for support

"Clear- clearly not"

"Sorry um- you wanna talk about it?"

He sat besides you with his hand still on your shoulder and looking at you with the softest gace you had ever seen him with.

You hated yourself for falling that easily for this different treatment he was giving you but having someone to vent all your emotions on would be a pretty good way to loose a little bit up.

"It's just i- I am tired. Really tired of my parents, they want me to be this perfect like robot that get the highest marks and that doesn't have flaws. But the truth is that I am not perfect, and being called a literal disappointment and embarrassment for them feels like all the effort I've put all these years had leaded me to nothing"

"Wow those are some harsh words, i- I didn't know your parents put so much pressure on you"

"Well now you know I guess"

He looked directly into your eyes and holding your hands in his.

"You kinda made it hard as well keita"

"I know, but i didn't mean to actually, i- i just wanted to get your attention"he said as his voice slowly became a whisper.

"My attention?"you asked curiously and slightly embarrassed

"I didn't know how else to talk to you, you seemed quite unapproachable and you didn't even spare me a glance so I figured out that picking on you would get it somehow"

"You are a complete idiot! Of course I looked at you, but not when you were looking dumbass. Wouldn't want to make a fool of myself!"

"Oh, um- wow. I- I don't know what to say now"

All the confidence he exuded was nowhere to be seen right there, he looked like a complete different person, but you found it cute.

"Well you could start off by asking me out, but at the moment I really need a hug because I still feel like shit"

And there was that smile that you so loved to admire from afar and those welcoming arms that engulfed you in a comforting hug.

"I'll definitely consider your first option when you are feeling better,babe"

"You aren't letting that go are ya?"

"Wouldn't even dream of it"

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Taglist: @terazono-keita

[cerine0357]

Okay. I’m here again but not in anonymous.

May I request Ramey cuddling the reader after a long tired day at school/work? Its been years since I requested something so it’s a bit nerve wracking

OC : MorningStar court :-

. Raemous X Reader

▨ Summary: Raemous is one energetic himbo demon and he knows just what a school-hating, burnt out S/O needs from him, SOME SNAPPING PEAS WITH AURORA SAUCE!!! ♡

▨ Crack, comforting, fluff, scenario || Established relationship || warnings:

▨ Author's note: This was one of the sweetest requests I've written, hopefully you'll enjoy this and thank you for requesting this and Hopefully you'll get confident in requesting Achy! Also this thing happened to me in school one day...

▨ Vocablury:

➸ Aurora sauce: a sauce made with spicy chili flakes, mayonnaise, oregano pepper, a bit of cheese sauce and a few other spices...

Peas in a pod

Raemous was in the Xiokor's music room as he was cleaning his drums and guitar while shimming to a song, before the music changed and he started to dramatically cry...Scrubbing the guitar's back like the guitar did something to Ramey as he sang embarrassingly high pitched and out of tune, "TELL ME WHY-"

"Ain't nothing but a heartache~" the lyric was completed by you as you walked in, "Hey babe!!!" Ramey said as he run and hugged you tightly as you dropping your bag and sitting near Raemous who turned off his music and put his arm around you, you sat near him as he shifted closer taking out a box of snapping peas and aurora sauce and he rambled at how some people have the absolute audacity to say he was a 7, when he's been constantly been told by you that he's a SOLID 10 all while he fed you snapping peas. You nodded you head and sighed deeply making Raemous stop,

"AND THEN HE-...Hey babe, you okay? What happened?" He asked worried as he took one snapping pea, dipped it in the aurora sauce and fed one to you and held his hand out for you to spit out the disgusting parts, and maybe the cover if you didn't like it. You did so and huffed angrily before yelling, "XIOKOR HAS THE STUPIDEST TEACHERS!!!" making Raemous flinch and stare at you weirdly as he nodded his head, while throwing the waste parts of the snapping pea into another bowl he had and wiping his hand with a wet wipe as he handed you to bowl to spit your waste of the snapping peas.

"I know!"

"Did you know, that today when I entered the class, in my regular uniform; the white one, you know?"

Ramey nodded as you continued, "Yeah, so the discipline in-charge came in and yelled at every student who wore the regular, white uniform to get out of the class and stand outside, obviously I followed Solielin, because she was also wearing the white uniform along with 80 percent of the students from out class, right?!"

"Yeah, then?!" Ramey asked

"Well, then the discipline in-charge yelled at all of us and our neighboring class, the one with 40-50 students had literally only had 5 students in their class left who wore the sports uniform, and same for the higher grades than us and all those on the floor...And then the discipline in-charge has the AUDACITY TO YELL AT US AND SAY, "Well, we told it in assembly and your teacher probably also floated the message in your online server!!! LIKE BITCH, IF SHE DID WE WOULDN'T BE WEARING THIS, WOULD WE?!"

You yelled as Ramey continued to feed you snapping peas and changing the aurora sauce according to your wishes... in between nodding and humming and agreeing with you and hyping you up..

"And then the kids who did wear the sports outfit were only wearing it because they had try out, like 99 % OF STUDENTS AREN'T IN SPORTS UNIFORM! Maybe the problem is with you?! DUMB BITCH!? And then she made us hundreds of students wait outside during revision session with Lucifer...." You said taking a deep breathe to calm down as you took a large bite from the snapping pea in Ramey's hand, almost biting his hand off as well in anger as you held his hand tightly in your grasp angrily showing his affection. Ramey slowly pulled his hand away and pat your head to calm you down

"Heyyyyy, now, I'm sure the discipline in-charge is always wrong, no message was floated on the online server, she was only yelling because she is annoying, she's always been like that! Annoying, stupid, dumb, nerdy, kind of ugly!"

Raemous says smiling brightly as he put one snap pea in his mouth which was covered in Aurora sauce, as he bit it hard a tiny branch fell from the snapping pea, you caught it between your palms as you laughed a bit at Raemous's words as he comforted you, you kissed his lips as he returned the kiss before you both snuggled next to each-other the escaped peas still in one of your hands. As Ramey goes to hold your hand, he feels the peas in your hand and gets confused, "Huh? Why are there peas in your hands?"

"They escaped when you were eating.." You explained as you opened your palm and there laid two peas connected by a branch, "Hey look, it's like us!!!" Ramey says smiling brightly, showing his huge fangs, to which you smiled and nodded your head and held the hand which had the peas with one of his hands smiling and laughing.

As you both finished insulting the discipline-incharge for being stupid, you both sat there leaning against the wall of the music room, the glass on the adjacent triangle wall showed Lucifer and Belphegor playing the drums and having fun, as you both listened to them, you started drifting off due to being tired of Xiokor today....you yawned softly before burying your face into Ramey's biker jacket, which smelt of raspberries and ash...falling asleep with the two peas tightly in between your and Ramey's hand like they are back in the pods~

@dxmoness , @juvellianovo , @crownxie , @writerig , @achy-boo , @primordixl (love the new theme), @hmerus , @1234567youmakemefeellike11ive , @honeyandbiscuitandtea-cafe , @roseadleyn , @lvmxlee (your theme looks AMAZING!)

© do not repost, but reblogging is very much appreciated and even encouraged. The story, the character and the idea is completely mine, and the pictures is also made by me.

[cinnabunnii]

Stay Away From "Those" Kids.

Hihi!! Quick authors note, this is a MOVIE au, not based on the series ^^ might make this silly au a tag at some point, but basically its just the movie but with Morro, Pixal and a few ocs <3 (Those ocs being my main babes, Casey, Kari and Elliott, as they r my "ninjago" ocs :3) This small oneshot(?) only includes: Morro (Morrian, name given by a friend), Lloyd and Kai. So definitely will talk ab this au more at some point CW: Smoking (Morro smokes sorry guys)

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Lloyd wandered through the nearly empty halls of school, the only few people around were those giving him dirty looks, and a teacher scolding someone. As Lloyd got closer, the ‘scoldee’ came into view, a black and green haired senior, infamous for being held back a year for getting into a fight, or at least thats what the rumors were. He tried his best not to pay attention to what was happening, but picked up a few sentences. “What have I told you about smoking in the school halls? How many times do we have to give you detention and suspend you before you learn, Morrian.” Accidentally making eye contact with ‘Morrian’, Lloyd immediately looked at the floor, moving faster. He had heard bad things about him, and didn’t want to get on any more of a potential bad side with him. Lloyd sped up to a light jog, getting to his locker as quickly as possible. All he needed was his math textbook. SLAM Lloyd fliched, shaking as he turned to look where the noise came from. Dark green eyes stared at the small blonde, piercing into his soul like they knew all of his secrets.

Shit

His thoughts started to race, how had he pissed him off? All he did was look at him, was he about to beat him up for it? “You’re Garmadon’s son, right?” Lloyd stared at him wide eyed, almost dissociating, he didn’t want to answer truthfully, but lying would make him a bad person.. Like his father.. “I uh..” “Yeah you are, aren’t you.” The dark haired teen laughed, Lloyd took a deep breath, accidentally breathing in some of the cigarette smoke still looming around ‘Morrian’. “If you ever want people to hang out with, meet me outside of school later today.” And with that, he left, dragging on his cigarette and turning on his heel, leaving a trail of smoke behind him, clearly ignoring the teacher who had just told him off. The blonde shook, terrified of what might happen if he did or didnt meet up with him.

Suddenly a locker opened next to him, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Hey! You good, kid?” Kai asked, smiling at his friend. “Y-yeah! I’m good!” Lloyd shook his head, smiling back. Kai’s smile dropped, voice lowering. “I saw him talk to you, he didn’t threaten you did he?” Lloyd quickly shook his head, not wanting to scare or upset Kai. “Thank the FSM.” Kai sighed, relieved, “You should really stay away from those kids, I know you would fit right in, being the son of Garmadon and all, but they really are the bad crowd.” “Will do, thank you, Kai” Lloyd rolled his eyes at the ‘son of garmadon’ mention, grabbing his textbook and walking with the fire ninja to his next class.

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Anaticula Masterlist (Original)

x Charlie Weasley, Sebastian Krum, Barty Crouch Jr/OC’s -

Anaticula -

Prequel to Ridikulus - Life in Hogwarts and path to bringing down the Dark Lord with the drama of trying to just be a teenager.

Pt 1 Marauders - The Next Generation – Off to School - Pt 2 Hogwarts - Pt 3 Ghost Snakes - Pt 4 Azkaban - Pt 5 - Pt 6 Quidditch, Christmas, Longbottoms - Pt 7 The Grangers - Pt 8 Second Semester –

2nd Year - Pt 9 2nd Year, Nellie - Pt 10 Crouches, Dursleys, Nightmares –

3rd Year (Philosopher’s Stone) - Pt 11 3rd Year, Riddle - Pt 12 Occlumency - Pt 13 Break-in at Gringotts - Pt 14 Mirror of Erised Go Back to Bed - Pt 15 Troll in the Dungeon - Pt 16 Death and Mirrors - Pt 17 Quirrell’s Funeral - Winter Break with Dobby –

Summer Break - Pt 18 Off to America - Pt 19 Home Again, Fetching Harry, Flourish and Blotts –

4th Year (Chamber of Secrets)- Pt 20 Back to School, New Teacher Smell - Pt 21 Vault of ice - Pt 21b Vault of Ice Pt 2 - Pt 22 Forest Vault - Vault of Fear - Pt 23 Expecto Patronum –

5th Year (Prisoner of Azkaban)- Pt 24 Summer Break - Year 5 - New Enemies - Pt 25 Ser in Hogsmeade - Pt 26 Missing Child -  Pt 27 Xmas Beak - Pt 28 The Funeral - Pt 29 O.W.L.S - Pt 30 Potions Monthly - Quidditch World Cup –

6th Year (Goblet of Fire)- Pt 31 Beauxbatons/Durmstrang Arrive - Pt 33 Are You Going To The Ball? - Pt 34 Champions, Plans and Romance - Pt 35  Quidditch, Mini Tests, Dragons, Exes, Mini Test 3 - Pt 36  Dragon Challenge - Pt 37  The Ball - Pt 38 New Years-Pick Your Poison-Lake Challenge - Pt 39 Happy Birthday - Pt 40  Maze Task - Pt 41  The Dark Lord Returns –

Summer Break - Pt 42  Initiation-Interrogations and Trials - Pt 43  Home Again - End of Summer - Weasley Wizard Wheezes –

7th Year (Order of the Phoenix) - Pt 44  Umbridge - Pt 45 Trelawney - Firenze - Arthur - Pt 46  Mass Breakout - Expulsions - WWW - Pt 47  WWW - Off For the Prophecy - Pt 48 He’s Back - Pt 49 I Slapped Him - Pt 50  Valentines - Pt 51  Graduation - Proposition –

(Half Blood Prince) - Pt 52  Hello Professor - Pt 53  Plots and New Professors - Pt 54  First Day - Pt 55  First Day Pt 2 - Memories and Trust - Pt 56  Miss Bell - Boys - Pt 57 Quidditch - Slug Club -  Pt 58 France for Xmas, Ding Dong the Wolf is Dead - Pt 59 Revenge, Revelations, Plots and Family - Pt 60 He Didn’t, Introducing Pandas - Pt 61  Poisoning, Horcruxes, Plots - Pt 62  Aragog - Quidditch League - Pt 63 Death and Life –

(Deathly Hallows) - Pt 64 Heavily Pregnant - Pt 65 Babes, Weddings, Plots and Escapes - Pt 66  Aiding Umbridge - Checking Horcruxes - Call For War - Pt 67 Battle of Hogwarts - Trial and Judgement –

Post Battle of Hogwarts - Pt 68 The End of the World

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Wednesday Season 2: Hyde in the Shadows (Fanfic)

Episode 1A: Woe-fore art thou Wednesday?

Characters: Wednesday and Enid (ft returning chars and new OCs)

Pairing: Wenclair

Important info: VERY Slow Burn, Canon Compliant (with season 1), read A/N For more details on everything.

Summary:  Stalking, murders, troubling visions, sins of the past, and a little bit of kidnapping. Wednesday's start of the second semester isn't a normal one, but when is her life ever "normal?" Wednesday has new mysteries to solve and catastrophes prevent, with the help of her overly enthusiastic roommate Enid, she just has to deal with some annoying relatives first.

Other Sites: AO3 and Fanfic.net

A/N: Can't wait for S2 so I'll make my own. Gonna try to keep it as canon compliant from Season 1 as I can. For those who care about ships, I do have plans for Wenclair but I hope you like a crock pot slow cooker cause that's what you're getting babes. You'll obvie have to deal with Ajax/Enid having/had feelings for each other (as well as me dealing/resolving the rest of this accursed love pentagon XP), again I'm being canon compliant. And that also means me trying to pace it more like the TV show (so enjoy my "episode" format).

Oh yeah OC warning, cause like…I kinda have to? It's not like we have a lot of characters and we'll need new people for new things. XP

Didn't know I'd be publishing it roughly right when Netflix announced S2! Was going to publish this when I knew I got ep 2 done but eh, que sera sera.

Anyway, not beta read, we'll live or die by my disembodied hands! ;w;/

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It was a cold late-January day, the last of the students were bustling through the gates of Nevermore, excited for the new school semester to come. Students said their goodbyes to their families, some more hastily than others. One such student was Enid Sinclair, a late bloomer werewolf at Nevermore.

"Ok sweetie, chin up, fangs on, claws out!" Enid's mother adjusted the collar of Enid's clothes.

"C'mon give us a growl," Enid's four older brothers howled.

Enid groaned inwardly, shooting her claws out and making a 'rawring' motion with them, "Grrr…." She attempted to growl, but only exceeded with placid enthusiasm.

She was a bright and cheerful girl who never, or at least usually, let anything hold her back…. even if said things were her older brothers and overbearing mother. Again, usually.

"Oh, you can do better than that!" her mother scoffed, rapping Enid's shoulder lightly, "Well…. never mind. I've learned to tamper my expectations." She then patted down Enid's newly long bangs, making sure it framed and covered the left side of her daughter's face just right.

Enid held back from rolling her eyes. She just needed to last a few more seconds and she could finally be free.

"Now you listen here, it's a new start of the new year, a lot can change! A lot changed last year, so-" Enid just nodded her head to whatever her mother was saying. It was probably something Enid heard a thousand times over the winter vacation anyway.

And did Enid have a very long winter vacation, both in a metaphorical sense and literal. Everyone at Nevermore had an early vacation due to the events that happened last year. Where there was a mass murderer running around, one of their teachers turned on them, had their principal killed, and summoned a racist pilgrim ghost. Understandably, the school closed its gates on the semester early so it could get itself sorted for the next year.

But Enid's break felt extra-long, possibly because of how much she had to spend with her family. Not that she didn't love her family, but they could really get under her fur at times. It didn't help much that all her friends were busy that winter.

She tried seeing if she could visit Yoko, one of Enid's closest friends who happened to be a vampire. Sadly, she was spending her break with family. It was a pilgrimage to the birthlands of her people. Enid was interested to hear the details of their trip but became squeamish when she realized one location involved people being pierced through with spikes.

The only person she was able to visit was her boyfriend, Ajax, a gorgon. Which would've been nice if not for her mother's judgmental attitude the whole time. Plus, she really wanted to spend some girl time with her other friends.

Enid easily ran through her vast list of friends, but all of them were busy, either for personal reasons or their families had taken advantage of the extra-long time off to spend as much time with their children before they shipped them back off to the boarding school for outcasts.

Enid's last remaining hope had been Wednesday Addams, her new bestie and roomie at Nevermore. They had a rocky start to their friendship, but Enid knew they totes got closer over the time they spent at school.

It was hard to describe Wednesday Addams, she was a peculiar person. She was a girl with a tongue as sharp as a knife and a personality as dark as the black clothes she wore; with a penchant for visions and detestable morbid hobbies, and a strange, detached hand as a….. pet? No, more like a family member. Enid still wasn't sure how Wednesday's disembodied hand, named Thing, was related to her family, but he had become a close companion to Enid as well.

She and Wednesday (and Thing) had been in close correspondence throughout the winter break, via letters. Despite another student at the school, Xavier, having gifted Wednesday a cellphone at the end of the school year previously. Wednesday was adamant to not use it, and insisted they only talk through letters. It was a bit archaic, but it was sweet in its own way. Enid's only issue is that Wednesday wouldn't come visit her. Nor would she let Enid come visit her own house.

Of course, Enid was dejected she couldn't spend time with them, but she respected Wednesday's boundaries. When Wednesday said "no" she meant it, and if you didn't listen, you'd probably wake up with one less finger on your hand.

And so, Enid's very long winter break was now over. She was able to see her friends again!

Enid wrapped up her goodbyes with her parents and brothers, hugging her father, dodging her brother's roughhousing, and ignoring her mother's final jabs of disapproval for something or other; and quickly ran into the school, keeping an eye out for her friends as she passed by. She made her way up to her dorm room, but was met with emptiness, sans her luggage.

Enid thought that Wednesday might be in, since it had been a few hours since she and her family had brought her bags up and gone out to eat. But it appeared that wasn't the case.

She sighed, and quickly turned out of the room and ran downstairs, keeping an eye out for anyone she knew, craving some kind of "human" interaction that she didn't share blood with. Still no one. She soon found herself at the foot of Edgar Allen Poe's statue, and an idea popped into her head. She looked around the corridor, and upon seeing no one there, snapped her fingers twice. A secret passage soon opened before her, and she quickly went through.

"There's too many people," Enid heard a regal voice complaining as she descended the stairs, it was Bianca, a siren and Queen Bee of Nevermore.

"I thought you loved the people's adoration!" a sarcastic voice rang out, it was Xavier, a psychic and King of Nevermore, "Isn't it the more the better?" The smirk he wore quickly flashed away after Bianca flicked his forehead.

"So, this is where you guys were hiding away," Enid announced as she bounced off the last step.

"Having a secret hideout does have its advantages," a nervous chuckle came from around the corner, it was Ajax.

Enid blushed and gave Ajax a hug before crossing to the other side of the room to stand near another siren and friend, Divina, "Sooooo, why are you guys hiding down here?"

"Like I said, 'Too many people,'" Bianca waved her hand lazily above her head, addressing the ceiling and the muffled kerfuffle above them, "The dorms are too crowded and noisy with everyone going to and fro. It's just easier to hide out here for the next few hours."

"Ah I see," Enid looked around the secret room, a special hideout for a club called the "Nightshades," just a place where a bunch of popular kids decided to hang out. Xavier, Bianca, Ajax, and the two siren twins, Kent and Divina, were there, but one last prominent member was missing, "Has Yoko not arrived yet?"

Divina pushed her lips and shook her head, "Nope, haven't seen her, but then again we've been down here this whole time."

"Weird, Wednesday isn't here either."

Enid began to ponder if the two goth girls were being held up by their families. Yoko could still be on her trip, and Wednesday….. Well, Wednesday once akin her parents holding her up to a boa constrictor slowly choking you….. but without the adrenaline rush. Enid assumed she meant that as a bad thing, but it was hard to tell with Wednesday sometimes.

Time passed in the chamber as the group of teens caught up. Many diving into detail about their break, and some not so much. The jovial atmosphere was soon disturbed with frantic running and crashing down the stairs.

"Yoko!" Divina exclaimed, rushing over to help her girlfriend up after falling from her frantic sprint, "What's the matter? What's going on?"

"It's Wednesday," Yoko gasped between breaths. Seeing the ever-coolheaded Yoko frantic made everyone feel on edge.

"What the matter? Did something happen?" Enid exclaimed, rushing over to Yoko.

"I-I-I don't know! Yes? No? She's-oh just- Enid! Follow me!" Yoko quickly turned back around and sprinted up the stairs, the Nightshade club and Enid hot on her tails.

Soon they arrived at a familiar place, the door to Yoko's dorm room. Was Wednesday in there? Why was she there? Has she ever been into Yoko's room before? Did Wednesday trash her room? Was someone dead? These questions swirled in everyone's heads, but especially Enid as she was close to both girls.

But before anyone could voice these questions to Yoko, she just opened the door, "Look!"

And so the group gazed upon Yoko's room and found it….. normal. Painfully normal, almost normie kind of normal. It was not something you would think would warrant Yoko's reaction.

"Um, Yoko, what are we supposed to be looking at?" Bianca said.

"Don't you see? Look!" Yoko spluttered, wound up and fearful.

Another look at the room. All the group saw was a normal dorm room. On one side, clearly Yoko's from the mixture of Harajuku fashion and gothic vampire horror, and her coffin lying in the corner of the room; and on the other side, light pink decorations adorned with a new roommate. Also dressed in pink. She sat on her laptop, not facing the group, typing on her computer like she didn't have a care in the world. The only real odd thing were the two dolls on her dresser, one was headless and the other was of a girl with an ax.

But that was all there was to it, it was a normal dorm room. Just one side was more gothic, and the other more typical girly. It almost reminded Enid of her own dorm room with Wednesday, with Enid being the colorful side, and Wednesday's side looking like something you'd find in a cemetery.

"Um, Yoko, I'm not sure what we're supposed to be seeing….." Enid trailed off. She was starting to worry for Yoko's wellbeing and feared she might be bothering Yoko's new roommate.

Yoko turned to Enid and pointed an accusing finger at her new roommate.

"It's that! That's the issue here! Do something Enid!"

Enid was shocked by how rude Yoko was being towards her new roommate by calling her 'that,' but also….. why was it something Enid had to do?

"I don't think I understand what's going on here Yoko, but don't you think you're being a bit rude to your roommate?"

"She's not my roommate, she's yours. Please collect her! She's scaring me!" yelled louder, now pushing Enid towards the other side of the room towards the pink cladded girl.

Everyone looked at Yoko stunned; she must've lost her mind.

"C'mon Yoko!" Enid laughed nervously, "Wednesday's my roommate, remember? There's no way she would get that close to the color pink. She hates color! She's even allergic, her skin will peel off she ever came in contact wit-"

"Hm? What's all this commotion?" a familiar voice chirped.

A chill ran down everyone's spine, it was a familiar voice, but it was off. It was too chipper, too nice sounding to be who they thought it was.

Everyone's eyes followed to where the voice was coming from and stopped at the girl with the laptop. The girl stood up, revealing a cute pink dress, and turned around.

A scream of horror was stuck in everyone's throat.

"What brings you all over?" Wednesday Addams, dressed in pink, smiled and asked the group.

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Nevermore' s dorm walls were wracked with screams of horror, as Kent ran down the halls to get as far away from Yoko's room as physically possible. His twin sister would've followed, if she didn't stay to catch an almost fainting Yoko.

Everyone took a large step back in horror, everyone except for Enid, as she was more stunned than horrified.

The reason for such an adverse reaction was because…. Wednesday Addams did not smile. She did not wear pink, did not blush, did not curtsey, did not hold any glee in her darkened soul of a body. In any normal circumstance, if Wednesday Addams were to smile, it would mean someone was close to meeting a very undesirable fate, one worse than death.

There was only one person in this academy that was able to handle the very dark and dreary, the kooky, mysterious and spooky Wednesday Addams, and that was her roommate Enid. She had grown accustomed to her strange roommate, and so this reveal didn't not scare her as much as it surprised her.

She was almost a little annoyed, because really? If Wednesday was going to become more colorful, she could've at least asked Enid for some advice! This was exactly the kind of girl bonding time she so desperately wanted with Wednesday, and yet again she was left out of it.

Because of this minor slight, Enid couldn't help but feel a bit miffed with her next words.

"Wednesday, what are you doing?" Enid huffed, unafraid of the ex-goth girl.

Wednesday looked confused and a bit taken aback, "Um…. surfing the web?"

"The web? Like with a spider?"

"No, like with a computer," Wednesday looked at Enid with the sympathy you would give a head trauma victim, before gesturing over at the laptop on her desk.

Enid rushed past Wednesday and began inspecting her side of the room. Pink, pink, so much freaking pink. Fuzzy pillows, the book Little Women-the classic, not a book about women being shrunken down, the two strange female dolls, the prodigal laptop, and…. she was on Tik Tok?! This was not Wednesday Addams' desk, there's no way it could be. She was as allergic to modern technology and its social media apps as she was anything colorful.

With a quick snap, Enid turned on her heels, eyes locked onto the slightly shorter girl. She shot out her hands and pinched Wednesday's cheeks and began observing every small thing to see what else was different. Wednesday still wore her braided pigtails, with her bangs now pinned down to each side, and her hair looking a deep dark shade of brown instead of raven black. Her freckles were less noticeable, possibly because of the new color that was in her flesh.

Enid took a big breath, and even Wednesday's scent had changed too. Where Wednesday used to smell like dead flowers and a hospice, she now smelled like fresh dew and a field of flowers.

Despite the differences, she still looked like Wednesday. Same height, same dimple on her chin, and same cute little nose. For all intents and purposes, it was Wednesday.

But Enid couldn't shake the feeling that something was up. She had just been in correspondence with Wednesday not even two weeks prior, and she sounded the same in her letters as she always had. Did something so drastic change between then and now?

"Whaf arc your dowing?" Wednesday tried to speak through the pull of Enid's fingers.

Enid released the shorter girl, "Inspecting."

"Did I pass, inspector?" Wednesday took a step back, giving herself some space between her and the blonde.

"Wednesday, what happened?" Bianca was the first to recover.

"Hm? What happened? Oh, you mean over the break? Nothing much, just had a big family gathering. Saw everyone-oh! Uncle Fester did give me a minor case of electrocution during one of our family games," Wednesday giggled, "Oh you should've seen my hair it was so-"

"Wait, you were electrocuted?!" Xavier stepped forward.

"Yes, don't tell me you haven't been before?" she replied as if it was as if it was the most normal thing in the world, "Also I'm sorry, it got away from me while I was being manhandled," she dodged Enid, who was beginning to sniff and inspect her some more, "But who are you people? Well except you, I know you're my roommate! By the way, why did you run off and…. are you ok? You look unwell."

Yoko came to, "Wh-no! She's your roommate," Yoko pointed at Enid, who was glaring Wednesday's hand she was holding. Perfectly smooth, normal hand with pink nail polish. Wednesday pulled her hand away, but Enid just glared at her.

"But the principal said-"

"The principal is wrong!"

"You really don't remember any of us?" Xavier interjected.

Wednesday shook her head and trailed off unbothered, "Hmmm maybe my memories were messed with more than we thought…."

"You really don't remember anything?" Bianca started.

"Nothing about the murders?" Ajax continued.

"About joining the Hummers," Enid inquired

"The bloody Rave'N dance?" Yoko followed.

"How you kissed Tyler?" Xavier asked sullenly.

"She did what?!" Enid turned to him. Wednesday never disclosed an actual kiss to her. But she did with Xavier of all people? Enid didn't think Xavier was as close to Wednesday as she was.

"I did what?" Wednesday asked, with a small twinkle in her eye.

"The murderer!" Enid exclaimed back to Wednesday in disbelief.

"Ooo, I kissed a murderer?" Wednesday's eyes got brighter.

"Must not have been that good if you can't remember," Xavier scoffed smugly.

Enid looked around the room and saw no one else surprised, "You all knew?"

"It was kind of brought up by Tyler, when Wednesday was torturing Tyler," Bianca tried to soothe her. It barely placated Enid, but she let the issue drop.

"Torture?" Wednesday's eyes practically glistened with excitement.

"Um…. Do you remember how you beat us in the Poe Cup? How you punched Kent?" Divina interjected, trying to get back on track.

"That was Thing, not Wednesday," Enid corrected.

"How you ordered Thing to punch Kent?" Divina corrected.

"Speaking of Thing, where is he? Did you bring him?" Enid interrogated.

"No, no no no no, no too all of it, and why would I bring Thing?"

"Because we're besties!"

"You are?"

Enid was about to say something but was interrupted by a bone chilling voice.

"What is all this racket?" A sullen looking man came from behind the group of teens, Kent followed behind, no, was being dragged against his will behind him.

"Kent!" Divina scream-whispered at her brother, all he could give her was a shrug and look of confusion. It appeared that Kent didn't want to bring the mysterious adult with him, or even be in the room for that fact.

The group of teens, sans Wednesday, gave a wide berth to the intimidating man. He had his salt and pepper hair pushed back, dark circles under his red eyes, which all contrasted with his ghostly pallor, paler than most vampires due to his age. In all honesty, he looked like someone that might fit into Wednesday's family.

"Mr. Orlock, what brings you around?" Bianca said nervously.

"Principal Orlock, my days of teaching advanced conjuring are over. Now that Principal Weems is gone-may Satan take care of her-the board has decided I should be the one to take her place," Orlock started gliding around the room, herding the teens together like cattle, "So what, pray tell, is going on here."

He raised an eyebrow towards Wednesday, "You aren't causing trouble already, are you Ms. Addams? Didn't we just talk about how much trouble you got up to last year? I don't want any more incidents with the police."

"Oh, heavens no! I wouldn't dream of it, Principal Orlock! I promise I'll be, and I've been on my best behavior," The girl exclaimed in an over-the-top manner then mock sniffled, "It's just that they barged in here, started causing all this racket and were saying I should be living with the blonde instead."

"Enid!" Enid corrected exasperatedly.

"The blonde named Enid. And I'm just so confused, I was only trying to get a jump on my studies!"

"Wha-liar you had Tik Tok open- wait no that's not the point. She should be rooming with me! It makes no sense for her to be rooming with Yoko and-"

Principal Orlock held up his palm and pinched the bridge of his nose with the other hand, "I don't have time to deal with this foolishness! There will be no changes to the rooms at this time. That is my final word."

"But-," Enid started.

"No, 'buts!'" the elderly vampire growled, "No screaming, no running around," he glared pointedly at Kent, "No barging into rooms unannounced. I want move-in day to run nice and smoothly. Now, if this is not your dorm room! Disperse!"

With a click of his heel, he turned away. Wednesday only shrugged and chipperly skipped back to her desk, ignoring the rest of the people in the room.

Everyone started filing out, except for Enid, who practically had to be dragged away.

***~***

A week passed at Nevermore. A week since Wednesday's drastic change. A week since Enid practically cried herself asleep. A week since Enid found herself alone in her dorm room again.

Enid hated being alone, she'd rather be with her pushy, toxic pack mentality family than be alone. And now she found herself in a prison of solitude again.

And this state, probably is what drove Enid to do what she did this past week. Being pushy, trying to win Wednesday over again. All it did was push Wednesday away.

It didn't help that this "new" Wednesday was more sociable, having already gotten into her own little cliques before the start of their first 1st period class. People also changed how they talked to her, now addressing her as "Addams." The changes were becoming too much for Enid to handle. It was making her desperate. Oh, so very much.

But for the student body? They had accepted this change, embraced it. As for if it was because everyone just got used to it. Or because they were happy with a version of Wednesday not looking like she would murder them any minute, it was hard to tell. But Enid wasn't like everyone else in this case, she didn't accept the change. She rejected it.

Enid now sat alone at an obscure lunch table, while lunch was usually where she would hang out with friends, lately she'd taken up a new hobby of stalking a certain someone.

It was something new for Enid, stalking someone in real life. She was a pro at online "stalking," as she ran a big gossip blog revolving around the students in Nevermore and the neighboring town's students of Jericho. Thankfully(?), she did pick up on some more or less than legal tricks from Wednesday the semester prior.

"Stalking Wednesday?" a familiar voice spoke from behind.

"Again?" another familiar voice also chirped and sat down.

It was Xavier and Eugene, Wednesday's only other two close student companions at Nevermore. Well, Enid was sure about the latter, as Wednesday seemed to latch onto her psychic bee clubmate like he was a younger brother. The former? The relationship seemed to confuse Enid. While Xavier was infatuated with Wednesday, while Wednesday only ever gave him the cold shoulder.

"No, I was just…. Sitting alone in the dark corner of the quad because it's fun!" so maybe Enid wasn't that great at stalking….. or lying in this case.

"You're gonna have to face facts," Xavier started picking at his food, "She's changed…. And moved on."

He sullenly glared in Wednesday's direction, after the dorm room incident, Wednesday had been avoiding her old group of friends/acquaintances sans Yoko of course. At least the times when Yoko would be in her own dorm room and not hiding out in Divina's or Enid's. Yoko was terrified but wouldn't say why.

The only thing Enid was able to get out of her was some garbled sentence sounding like "Her clothes look mouthwatering." None of that made sense to Enid so she ignored it. Divina had a few choice words to say to her girlfriend though.

This new Wednesday was a lot more sociable, reserved in a friendly way, and very polite. She had been seeing Enid at other extracurricular activity events, she was never rude, but she always kept Enid at arm's length.

"I understand how you feel Enid, your room must be lonely without Wednesday, my shed's lonely with just me and the bees," Eugene sighed. He was so bummed he didn't even have the energy to hit on Enid, his ongoing crush for the past two years.

Enid ignored them, she just kept her eyes on Wednesday, how she was eating, chatting with friends, playing the knife game with their hands-well at least that sounded like the usual Wednesday.

Enid grounded her teeth in frustration, the change bothered Enid, so much so she felt obsessive. But she couldn't put her finger on why.

She kept staring at Wednesday, her hands, the way her cheeks rose when she smiled, the way her scent smelt like a bouquet of flowers-

Something clicked in Enid's head, "That's not Wednesday."

The two boys looked at her in alarm, after a tense moment of silence Xavier spoke first, "Enid, what do you mean?"

"Listen, I know it looks like her, but it's not!" Enid was surprised, she beamed at the two boys, "Don't you see? It's not her!"

The boys looked at her concerned.

"It just looks like her! I-I can't explain but…. ok maybe I can. It's a werewolf thing, her scent is different. Too different! There's no way it can be her!"

Xavier's eyes widened.

"There are also physical differences too! It just can't be her!"

"So, then who is that girl over there?" Xavier asked, very serious.

Enid stopped; she hadn't really thought about it until now. Who was that girl over there if she wasn't Wednesday?

"A…. clone?" she guessed.

"Or maybe a shapeshifter or changeling?" Xavier whispered.

"Wh-what if it's a ghost possession or it's just wearing her skin after it killed her?" Eugene added nervously.

"Killed?" Enid whispered, feeling her palms start to sweat. She had been so hung up on trying to reconnect with Wednesday, no, this fake, she hadn't thought about the real her possibly being in danger or dead.

Enid turned to Xavier, "You've read all those books in the Nightshade library, don't they have a clue? Are there any warning signs of some creature that lines up with Wednesday's unusual weirdness?"

Xavier snapped and shook his pointed finger at Enid, "No, but I think you might be onto something Sinclair. I'm going to get that right now."

"Are you going to cut class?" Enid asked.

"Yeah, if Wednesday's in trouble, it's better we get a hop on this sooner rather than later."

He had a point; Enid would rather get detention than have her best friend's body on her hands.

Eugene sat there pondering for a moment, "I think I have an idea that might work-I'll tell you what I find out later."

Enid looked at him suspiciously, "It better not involve you investigating the woods at night. If you wind up in the hospital again Wednesday will surely kill me!" Enid shuddered remembering how banged up the poor boy looked after the Hyde attack from last year. It really upset Wednesday to see her club mate lying in a coma.

Eugene beamed, "Don't worry, it won't be dangerous for me," he winked and slowly got up, "I'm going to make some preparations. I'll tell you if I find anything."

"Yeah, I'm going to start too, catch you later!" Xavier stated.

With that, the two boys got up from the table, and headed to the exits with other students who were dispersing to head to their next class.

With a sigh, Enid got up to do the same, unsure of how she could help. She begrudgingly walked by Wednesday's table. As Enid passed it, a gust of wind blew from behind her.

The young werewolf stopped in her tracks and snapped her neck around to look at Wednesday, her eyes wide like a mad woman. Wednesday looked back at her confused and alarmed.

And just as fast as Enid had turned around, she had turned back and started rushing out the quad doors. Ignoring Wednesday's new friends calling her all kinds of names.

Enid didn't care. All she could think about was the familiar scent she smelt.

She was going to need to pull another Wednesday Addams classic. She was going to do a B&E.

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A/N: (for the tumblr crowd, first time posting a fanfic on here, if anyone has any formatting tips let me know TT0TT)

I like puns, do you like puns? You're gonna have to deal with some puns. Lord help us all with what I name the next two seasons. 8U

Fun fact: Little Women was the book, if not at least a book, Lurch was reading in the 2019 animated film.

Fun fact 2: Wednesday used to wear Evergreen green and brown dresses in the Newspaper comics, and pink dresses in the 70s cartoon/tie in comic. 60s had a dark black/blue dress (hard to tell tbh).

Anyway, stay tuned for the second part of episode one! Now for this commercial break….

[mingain]

I posted 776 times in 2022

That's 765 more posts than 2021!

184 posts created (24%)

592 posts reblogged (76%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@fuzzy-melonlord

@dollscircus

@daveyserket

@undeniablyemily

@themonotonysyndrome

I tagged 247 of my posts in 2022

#redacted asmr - 130 posts

#chaos with mingain - 66 posts

#redacted angel - 46 posts

#redacted davey - 44 posts

#redacted david - 28 posts

#redacted unpopular opinions - 24 posts

#redacted asher - 23 posts

#redacted sweetheart - 23 posts

#redacted milo - 22 posts

#redacted babe - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 85 characters

#i’m setting the main character’s mother on fire in the series i’m writing so probably

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Ok, I'm sure it's clear what my opinion on the Caelum controversy is due to me reblogging every post I can telling people not to sexualize him. But, I wanted to make my own post to solidify the fact that I agree that Caelum, as a character cannoically compared to a child, should not be sexualised (nor should any character in any work that is cannonically a child or compared to a child frequently).

If any of my followers or mutuals have a problem with my standpoint on this, unfollow me immediatly. My blog is meant to be a safe place for people and having someone who condones the sexualisation of a childlike character will stop it from being safe.

69 notes - Posted May 7, 2022

#4

I'm convinced that Hux listens to 'Never Gonna Give You Up' unironically and has unknowingly Rick Rolled the whole D.A.M.N. crew on multiple occations when he was playing his music.

I do not take critisism on this.

70 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

#3

Ok, hear me out here, but Angel as a music teacher. 

- They just randomly burst into song at the worst times but it calms everyone around them.  - Has turned up to a pack meeting late with their cello on their back because one of their students wanted help writing a song. - Angel and David running into one of Angel’s students while out together and David getting to see just how much they care for their students. - Angel getting bombarded with presents from students at Christmas and the end of the academic year because their everyone’s favourite teacher. - Angel holding an after school club that they tell the school is “music theory revision” but really, it’s 5 minutes of music theory revision followed by absolute chaos and becomes a band practice. - Angel teaching Sweetheart how to play piano. More specifically, Angel teaching Sweetheart how to play Milo’s favourite song on the piano for a birthday present. (He cried) - Angel with perfect pitch. Just like, “Yeah, Christian, your voice just raised from a C4 to a E4, calm down, Asher was joking.” - Angel performing The Last Of The Real Ones by Fall Out Boy on their anniversary.

Conclusion: Music teacher Angel has my heart.

97 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

#2

More Redacted ASMR Incorrect Quotes.

Note: Some attributes I assigned to the listeners are based off of my OCs for them (Angel and Babe's jobs and where Angel and Sweetheart are from). Also thank you @moonandstarlightsposts for sending me that clip, you saved my ass from haveing a meltdown.

Angel: Vodka time! David: I'm sorry... what? Asher, running into the pack meeting with two bottles of vodka: VODKA TIME!

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David: You could've died! Asher: I prefer to call it a vibe check from God.

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Lovely: My boyfriend won't stop flirting with me! Babe: My boyfriend won't stop complimenting me! Darlin': My boyfriend won't stop lecturing me! Angel, soaking wet: My boyfriend won't stop pushing me into the goddamn pool!

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Babe: Fuck, marry, kill with David, Angel and William Solaire. Darlin', glaring at Babe: Obviously I'm marrying Angel-

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Darlin': So... uh... what do you do for a living? Angel: Oh, I'm a music teacher. Christian: Prove it. Play five songs on the piano right now. Angel, ignoring him: As you can see, I have experience with people whose maturity hasn't yet progressed past the age of 13.

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Angel: You know, my best friend is a dentist! Babe: Hi? David: Angel, you have the worst oral hygene I've ever seen.

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Sweetheart, giving Milo a present: Merry Christmas! Milo: It's June-

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Asher: Oh my God, how did you break your foot!? Angel: I kicked a Dalek.

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Angel, Babe and Sweetheart, who got sent to the past:

Gabe: Well, who are you 3 in the future? Sweetheart: A department investigator. Babe: An informed unempowered. Angel: Your future child-in-law.

David, from across the room: I'm sorry... his WHAT!?

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Darlin': *Walks into a pack meeting and picks up Angel.* David: Tank, put my mate down. Darlin': No &lt;3

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David: Everytime you talk, I get a migrane. Asher: And everytime we kiss, I swear I could fly. Angel: Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last. Milo: Need you by my side!

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Asher: Yo, guys, Mozart's fucking dead! Angel: Oh my God! David: Angel, you're LITERALLY A MUSIC TEACHER.

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Sam: Do I really have to do this? Angel, Milo and Sweetheart: YES!

Sam: Texas Milo: East Coast Angel: England Sweetheart: And Ireland All: The four hoursemen of "goddamn, they've got a sexy accent".

120 notes - Posted January 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Redacted ASMR Incorrect Quotes... it’s time.

Babe to Angel: If we made a joint YouTube channel, we would just be Unus Annus reskinned. Angel: ...Yes Sweetheart: Can I be jacksepticeye and drop in every once in a while? David: -_- Asher: ^u^ Milo: O_O?

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Angel, tired from a long day at work: Kill me. Quinn, from behind a nearby tree: That can be arrainged.

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Angel: I think I should go to a chiropractor. Asher: What’s a chiropractor? Angel: My bones go clicky clicky, chiropractor makes my bones go CRACK! David: ... Angel, what the actual fu-

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Lovely: *Singing Single Ladies* Vincent: I don’t know how to feel about this.

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Sam, walking into his home: Hello? Angel, Babe and Sweetheart: Allow us to introduce ourselves.

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On the mates group chat

Sweetheart added SamAngel changed Sam’s name to Southern Tank Driver

Babe: Well, hello there.

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Asher: Duck... duck... goose! Tank: Oh, please. Not even I’m that childish. Asher, grow up and play Wolf, Wolf, Vampire. David: *Dies inside*

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Angel: MIRACULOUS! Babe: SIMPLY THE BEST! Sweetheart: UP TO THE TEST WHEN THINGS GO WRONG! Tank: MIRACULOUS! Lovely: THE LUCKIEST! David, Sam and Milo: -_- Asher and Vincent: THE POWER OF LOVE ALWAYS SO STRONG!

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David: I should have left you on that street corner where you were standing. Angel and Asher, simultaneously: But you didn’t

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Angel: Hi... David: Hello? Angel: ... My name is Chelsea, what’s your favorite dinner food?

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Vincent: Lovely, you seem to use humor to deflect you trama. Lovely: And? You became a flirt to deflect yours.

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Angel: Ok, ok, ok, hear me out... *mind goes blank* Asher, Babe, Sweetheart and Milo: *Waiting patiently* David: Angel? You ok? Angel: ... cum.

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Lovely: Sam, tell Vincent that I’m mad at him. Sam: You’re literally sitting in his lap. Lovely: Your point?

126 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

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[kithtaehyung]

HI I've come again to deliver my promised essay but it's 11PM when I'm typing this so I probably wouldn't be able to write as long as I intend it to be but ANYWAY.

So! First of all, I want to say that it's amazing that you're writing a smut fic but the smut actually does feel necessary to the storyline no matter how much of self indulgence is poured into it. Like, no judging to smut fics!! But sometimes it's easy to tell that the smut and the story has little to no correlation and it's just there for the sake of it. So I just wanna say that it's sooooooo cool that you managed to write the smut scenes otherwise.

Second, when I was this fic gets me the most immersed compared to a lot of other fics (and God knows I've read way too much fics jumping from one fandom to another and another and another), I mean it in every possible way. You have NO idea how much I reread some parts just because I wanted to feel the tension over and over again. One of my favorite scene throughout the fic is actually the one where they were talking a walk and OC was so timid about Yoongi looking around so she offered to just... come back? And he was like, fuck it I will kiss her here out in the open if it means it'll erase the doubt on her face and I just 😭😭😭😭

And I think the newest chapter has SO many things I love I can't begin to describe it. But all the tender moments??? The moment they push themselves through the edge because what they're feeling for each other is in the brink of explosion??? Perfection.

Another thing I wanted to tell you is that I love love love how you narrate the fics. Sometimes you describe what OC does, and sometimes it's so personal that I catch myself being nervous too when OC is. That's amazing stuff right there and I want to thank you for that. It's been quite some time since I've got to write a fic that gets me right on OC's shoes. Almost like I'm looking at things exactly from her shoes.

(I might or might not read the latest chapter during class bc I was too excited and missed like half of the things my teacher said, but, no regrets.) (Also just to clarify I was born in 199x so don't worry when I say school bc I'm definitely not a minor asjzjeidje)

I was about to talk abt smth else but like I said it's 11pm and I kinda forgot what so... I'll come back once it hits me again. Thank you again for the good read!!! Will be looking forward to anything 3tan 👀

Also, I'm not even an army. Just a very casual fan who stumbled upon your fic and fell in love with the way you write😽

🌌 (yes, you can call me anything)

STARRY😭 what the heck i was notttt expecting this review?? this is damn kind of you, especially since this is your first one! prepare for my response under the cut bc i have things to say.

So! First of all, I want to say that it's amazing that you're writing a smut fic but the smut actually does feel necessary to the storyline no matter how much of self indulgence is poured into it. Like, no judging to smut fics!! But sometimes it's easy to tell that the smut and the story has little to no correlation and it's just there for the sake of it. So I just wanna say that it's sooooooo cool that you managed to write the smut scenes otherwise.

this makes me feel really warm, babe. thank you for pointing this out, because i know that’s my intention with the spice scenes but i don’t know how others perceive them. i want it to mean something and not just throw it in there (even if i really wanna hahaha.) from the very beginning, this has been a comfort fic despite all the smut. 

Second, when I was this fic gets me the most immersed compared to a lot of other fics (and God knows I've read way too much fics jumping from one fandom to another and another and another), I mean it in every possible way. You have NO idea how much I reread some parts just because I wanted to feel the tension over and over again. One of my favorite scene throughout the fic is actually the one where they were talking a walk and OC was so timid about Yoongi looking around so she offered to just... come back? And he was like, fuck it I will kiss her here out in the open if it means it'll erase the doubt on her face and I just 😭😭😭😭

oh my gosh?? wow. this is amazing feedback bc i always wonder how people feel when they read. i work on chapters so intentionally and painstakingly that i kinda become numb-ish to the wording (sometimes i think it’s even boring since i’ve read it so many times.) getting better at not thinking that way, though! i wanna evoke emotions and i hope i’m doing it well, but after reading something over and over from a critical standpoint it just.. yeah. but thank you!! and the scene from sidewalk talk omfg. i honestly love that chapter so much and a big reason why is that.. there’s just something about walking on a sidewalk with someone you like and are just starting to explore something with them. it’s a specific feeling and i wanted that to be the emotion ingrained in that part. hopefully i was able to do that. 

And I think the newest chapter has SO many things I love I can't begin to describe it. But all the tender moments??? The moment they push themselves through the edge because what they're feeling for each other is in the brink of explosion??? Perfection. 

the tender moments in this chapter yes!! they were at the edge. the precipice. and gdi if they weren’t gonna be adults and actually talk it all out. i love them so incredibly much and i really am so proud of how far both of them have come to confide in one another. there were so many things that their past selves would GAWK at if they saw them saying them out loud. to each other. it’s just so dope to see. 

Another thing I wanted to tell you is that I love love love how you narrate the fics. Sometimes you describe what OC does, and sometimes it's so personal that I catch myself being nervous too when OC is. That's amazing stuff right there and I want to thank you for that. It's been quite some time since I've got to write a fic that gets me right on OC's shoes. Almost like I'm looking at things exactly from her shoes.

awhhhh that’s also amazing to hear!! thank you for commenting on the narrative voice. i think i’m breaking countless rules when i write but you know what? i like writing how i think, if that makes sense. like organizing dialogue how normal conversations would flow (at least, in english), that’s how i like writing the narrative, too. if you can see yourself in reader’s shoes, holy heck that is cool?? how wonderful is that i’m so happy that’s the case for you!!😭

(I might or might not read the latest chapter during class bc I was too excited and missed like half of the things my teacher said, but, no regrets.) (Also just to clarify I was born in 199x so don't worry when I say school bc I'm definitely not a minor asjzjeidje)

I was about to talk abt smth else but like I said it's 11pm and I kinda forgot what so... I'll come back once it hits me again. Thank you again for the good read!!! Will be looking forward to anything 3tan 👀

LOLLL it’s totally okay, love! you better pay more attention in class next time HAHAHA or else!!! and whenever you think of something else to say, i am all ears! thank you for reading and here’s to more after and possibly during the break<33 

Also, I'm not even an army. Just a very casual fan who stumbled upon your fic and fell in love with the way you write😽

WAIT REALLY?? WHAT. wow.. that’s.. wow. i am honored as hell that you’re here? damn! i don’t even know what to say to this i’m kinda speechless. thank you again. this was so fun and touching to read!! 

[fruitbatvalentine]

Posting my MH OC's because I care about them So Much. They're part of my Valentine Redemption AU that I'm currently working on getting out of my mind palace and into writing form.

Ruairi Bloodgood

Son of Headless Headmistress Bloodgood and another OC, Tavish Bloodgood (Vampire from Scotland)

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18years old

5'6" 

Half vampire, half? Headless horseman?? ig

Dating Aero 

When he's pissed off or stressed out, his Scottish accent is THICK. Like who tf knows what he's saying. Only his father could possibly comprehend. He usually doesn't have much of an accent due to being raised in the U.S. and having one parent without an accent. It's like there but also not.

Lives at home with Bloodgood and vampire dad. 

Has his own demon horse named Darknyss

Can and will launch his head across a room for any or no reason at all.

Drinks blood

His head does come off but also because he's half thing-that-has-head-firmly-attached, it's this gross flesh tearing, little bit bloody mess. Doesn't hurt at all though. He usually has to stitch it back on to hold it in place. The stitches are a mostly permanent fixture because he rips it off so often. It takes about 1 1/2 - 2 weeks to heal back together completely. He can go maybe 5 days without ripping his head off if he tries.

He has zero reservations about ripping his head off and throwing it at someone (tearing sounds are horrific, he's flinging blood everywhere. Usually results in Jackson throwing up if he's around.)

He and Abbey are basically siblings. Abbey lives with them during the school year.

He can be very boisterous, and loud but knows when to chill out.

incredibly horny. Very slutty. "But only for you, babe." (Also super believes in enthusiastic consent. He will violently kill anyone who doesn't understand consent. Has been held back from ripping a classmate's dick off once before due to them making unsavory comments.)

Aero

Son of Raven and Crow shapeshifters.

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18years old,

5'10"

Goth King

First person Kieran befriends. They bond over dark attics, gothic literature, and having shitty parents.

Likes to bring his friends little gifts/trinkets/shiny things he finds.

Enjoys Visual Kei a Normal Amount.

Has and will jump out fifth story windows because he saw something shiny in the grass and needs to go get it.

*Returns with a paperclip.* "Found this for you :)" 

Literally just me if I was like. 10% more unstable and had shit parents.

"Quit your job." "What?" "Join my band"

Plays the drums in a band with Claire and another OC who will be in another post. Think like, TOOL or Puscifer +

He ran away from home and made his way to MH after hearing rumors about it being very open and accepting. Upon enrolling, he was given a dorm in the clocktower.

Thought it was insanely hot when Ruairi attempted to maim a classmate for being pervy and disgraceful. Fully supported ripping that guys dick off but some teachers unfortunately intervened. 🙄

[jerzwriter]

Hii 🥰

Has your MC / OC or Li ever been sent to the principals office? And if yes why?

If not themselves have their kids ever been sent to the principals office? If so why?

Hi There! Oh, I love this ask! lol

Tobias/Casey: Casey was probably sent there a few times in her lifetime. The first time, she was mortified because she never wanted to be "bad" in school. But each time, she was sent for standing up for herself or others (like when she stood up to a teacher for having sexist dress policy rules). The first time it happened, she was probably scared, but when her parents came in and heard why Casey was there, they defended her and asked the principal how they planned on correcting the school's inaction. So she always knew her parents would have her back.

Tobias is another story. LOL, I'm sure he was sent there quite frequently - for being a wiseass, for pushing the "charm" a little too much at times, for falling asleep in class on occasion in high school, and occasionally for kicking a bully's ass when warranted. But the principal loved Tobias, totally charmed by him. It's akin to him being called to HR like once a week at Edenbrook - but the HR team loves him, gets him Christmas gifts and shit! lol

Tobias and Casey are SUPER cool parents. They are not the "my kid is always right," and if their girls did something wrong, they'd know they were in trouble. But the girls are unlikely to get sent to the principal's office unless it's a similar situation to Casey's as a child—because they've been raised to NOT shut up when they see something wrong, and Tobias and Casey would totally have their backs in these situations.

Ethan/Kaycee: I'm sure Ethan was a total little imp at one stage. He probably got in trouble quite a bit for fairly benign but misbehaving things. Like bringing a frog into class, tossing a ball with friends when the teacher stepped out of class, doing something he shouldn't have on the playground, and such. That was little Ethan. After Louise left, I'm sure he acted out for a bit. There was displaced anger and, while the school was aware and tried to help, I'm sure there are times when Alan had to be called to school.

Emma is like this perfect child. So I don't see her ever being called to the principal's office, and if she was, it was probably because she was getting an award or something. The poor dear would have heart palpitations the entire time she was walking there! lol

Carolina/Trystan: For Carolina, I'd say only in high school. As we know, she's not the type to take any shit or watch someone else take abuse. She would gladly sucker-punch a bully who was trying to take advantage of someone weaker than them. After her father's murder, she really struggles and acts out. I'm sure there are times when Tommy is called in.

Trystan didn't get called to the principal's office because he was homeschooled and he was the Prince, so he got away with an awful lot. Had he been in a traditional school environment, the royal imp would have been in the office frequently, but like Tobias above, he'd probably charm the administration. lol

They're not having children, so no need to worry here :)

Eli/Zoe: It's canon that Zoe was often suspended for questioning authority (shit, I have that in common with her! lol). So, yeah, there were principal office visits in her life (or whatever the equivalent was in The Tower.)

Eli got some time in a traditional school before the outbreak, but I see him as a pretty stand-up/living on the straight and narrow kind of kid. He might have been called at some time in the future - probably for kicking someone's ass for messing with his little brother - but they never got that chance.

I'm not too sure where I'm going with their children AU ... though I'm pretty sure they will have children. If they do, I'm sure there will be principal office times, because they'd be hardheaded like their parents.

Now, there is the Troy/Eli/Zoe AU I will eventually get to. Babe, we KNOW Troy had to be in the office often, but I'm sure he was very Tobias & Trystan-like (must be the T lol), and he'd charm the socks off of everyone or manage to weasel out of trouble. If there are children in this version - yeah, frequent flyer miles at the principal's office. lol

Thanks for the fun ask, Nonny & sorry for taking so long to answer! <3

[mushroombonny]

Please read this whole thing or at least the first and last half that talks about the actual game!

Well hello!! I just wanted to pop in and say that the Francuoer dating sim will go on a hiatus for about 6 months to a possible year because I'm currently in a hospital.

My hospital original planned stay was for about a week and a half because my instines were twisted. But come last night they got infected after a little over 24 hours after the surgery to fix them was. And now I'm missing an organ cause my stomach was so big that it ran into my lungs. So I have to heal and use a bag that's comming out if me for the bathroom until December or January since that'll be when i get my new organ transplant. Than I have to wait will next August to be able to take the bag out I think and than a few months later I'll be fully healed.

At least that's what I was told and understand, I've been on a bunch of meds for pain and stuff since the 18th of August so I haven't been fully here at least only like 50-60% here but yeah still not alot. But anywho, as you can see I won't have the energy or availability to finish working on the dating sim. I also won't be working at I'll be finishing my classes by my teachers probably helping me a lot more than I'd want to [cause I'll feel stupid]

But along with these pictures I made before I was ever in the hospital I wanna share with you guys what all I had left to get done! For are I had to finish all backgrounds expect for 2 for his character sprites I have the base of them done just had to draw the odd ones and the different face expressions, I also already had the color palettes ready for his date outfits along with the designs an I just had to draw them. For the script I had pretty much all of it done except for the conversations and the aftermath of what would take place during/after each date. And of course the editing it all together.

Now I know that seems like a lot but if i was able to work on the script while still going to school and work in between than I would have gotten it done in about a week or less. The art would have taken me about a week maybe 2 weeks. And then editing and making sure everything is right and ready before posting would have taken me about 3 weeks since it would be final touches. So all together that would have taken me about a month to finish!!

But now i won't be working on it or other projects [like the animation memes] because I'll be too focused on healing and making sure nothing else goes wrong (;_; ) now I'm not asking for money support or anything because me and family together are able to cover everything [luckily] BUT I would like to ask if everyone got other fans more interneted and showed them this idea? My last couple of post babe talked about it and I'll also includes sneak peaks of what I have done with you all so that maybe by the time I'm all healer I can still have peoples support to finish it!

I would also love it if I could get some voice actors involved and maybe even game developers so that the final project can actually be a game and not only an interactive video!

Voiced characters are Lucille, unnamed co-worker [character sprite is my oc], and Francuoer [who will mainly have chips or hums]

I already have background music covered and same with background art ALTHOUGH if someone or so was interested in being a background artist for the game feel free to either comment or dm me [anyone can also dm me on my main Instagram account: vixthelilbun]

Along side that I'm totally interested in working with game developers who have at least some experiences with dating sims [doesn't have to be mind blowing but I want it to look nice for a final product]

But please show some work history from what you have done and I'll reach back with you at some point and time to talk to go about it [it won't be a year or 6 months since I know work can take a while. The ending peaces will just take a year to 6 months to get to you since I won't have it done around then.

Pricing will also be talked about when we chat as I know everyone pays differently!

Once again comment down below/message me on here or on my main Instagram: vixthelilbun if your interneted in working with me!

[devilsrecreation]

I like thinking about what my oc’s would be like in certain episodes/situations, soooooo

What Gunnar would be like in “Any Sport in a Storm”

First things first, Gunnar would be approving clubs with his husband and he is easily impressed

Willow’s Flyer Derby idea is no exception and he’s immediately on board, so she only has to worry about one teacher not approving the club

It’s a good cop-bad cop thing with the couple. Gunnar obviously being the “good cop” and Herm being the “bad cop”. Just cuz Gunnar likes a club doesn’t mean it’s automatically approved

Hermonculus says “we” instead of “I” so he says “Mr. H and I are overseeing club approvals this year and we just don’t think Flyer Derby is worth investing in”. Then literally right after, Gunnar comes in like “Wow, is that Flyer Derby?! I love that game! It’s about time it got more recognition in this school! Babe, do you remember when-“ only for Herm to give him this little glare

Would not approve of Herm’s grudge against Willow

“You’re just mad that she dropped your class!”

“Wait, are you still mad about that? That was weeks ago. Besides, the club looks promising!”

“Give her a chance”

That being said, when Herm pulls up that picture of himself, Gunnar would low-key brag about his hubby’s flying skills cuz he still loves him 😊

When the couple leaves, Gunnar gives Willow this little thumbs up like “You can do it, Willow!”

He loves his husband, but we all know he’s rooting for Willow’s team the whole time

“GO WILL-I MEAN, CORNELIUS!”

Herm’s dirty trick did not help his case cuz even the ball of sunshine looks at him like “Really? That’s petty, even for you.”

Personally congratulates the Emerald Entrails and even suggests “if you ever need a manager, my door is always open!”

He also LOVES the name “Emerald Entrails”

Bonus: Next to Herm’s picture in FTF is him in Emerald Entrails merch he made himself along with the green paint

[ericac318]

You Were Born For This

Summary:

Quinn Harper and Kris Maddox had no idea how much their lives were about to change when they chose to join Billy Cranston and Jason Scott at the Quarry. The Power Rangers were formed in this retelling of the 2017 film. Jason x OC/Tommy x OC

Chapter 1

Quinn and Kris were walking to detention after a failed attempt to skip class the day before.

“Was our trip to the mall even worth it?” Quinn lamented.

“I dunno about you but any time out of Coach Burgess’s class is worth it,” Kris smirked as the two friends entered the dungeon.

Quinn’s face lit up when she saw her boyfriend Jason sitting at a table with two empty chairs.

“Hey, babe!” Quinn exclaimed as she took one of the free seats, “I didn’t expect to see you here,” she added as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Kris rolled her eyes as she joined the couple at the table. Despite Jason Scott being the most popular football player at Angel Grove High, he had never been one of Kris’s favorite people. That was until he started dating her best friend about six months ago. Although he has grown on her she still likes to give the two a hard time.

“Sup, football star?” Kris teased, looking over Quinn’s shoulder.

Jason’s lips curled into a smirk as he asked, “What kind of trouble could you two good girls have gotten yourselves into?”

“You don’t have Coach Burgess, do you?” Quinn replied with a smirk of her own, “Let’s just say, we needed a break.”

Kris nodded silently in agreement before scoping out the room.  To her left was Billy Cranston sitting alone, meticulously organizing his pencils.  She smiled fondly in his direction without him noticing.  Quinn, Kris, and Billy had had the same classes together since first grade, but despite knowing each other for years, the three had never grown close.

As Kris continued to look around the room, she noticed the new boy sitting alone in the back.  His name was Tommy Oliver. The two briefly made eye contact before Kris quickly turned her attention back to her friends.

Meanwhile, the notorious school bully, Dom, walked into the room and made his way directly to Billy’s table. He picked up one of Billy’s pencils and snapped it.  This caught Jason’s attention.

“What are you? A five-year-old?” Jason questioned as he stood from his seat and approached Dom.

Without saying a word, Dom took a swing at Jason. Jason quickly stepped back, avoiding contact.  With Dom’s body leaning in closer to Jason, the former football player took the opportunity and slapped the bully across his face. The room filled with gasps and a few snickers.

“Jason, did you just slap him?” Quinn asked, holding back a laugh.

Jason taunted, “I did, weird right? Now, listen. I’m going to be here for the foreseeable future just like you. So, you don’t sit anywhere near me, him, my girl, or her best friend, deal?”

Before anyone could start another conversation, the teacher walked in.

“I expect you all to sit here silently until this is over. Let’s make this painless for all parties involved,” Ms. Appleby announced.

Once detention ended, Billy walked over to Jason, Quinn, and Kris. “Hey, do you guys want to join me at the Quarry tonight? I’ve been working on a special project and I could use your help.”

“That does not sound sketchy at all, Billy,” Kris joked. Billy stared blankly at the girl standing across from him.

“Ok, but do you?” he asked, ignoring the comment. As the trio shared curious glances back and forth, Tommy Oliver walked out of the building. His stride in close proximity to the group as he passed by.

“I’m not doing anything tonight,” Kris mentioned, noticeably aware of the mysterious new kid as he walked away.

Quinn nodded, “If she’s not doing anything, I’m not doing anything. We’ll see you guys tonight,” she added as she stole a kiss from Jason as the two left detention.

“Why are we here?” Jason asked as he, Quinn, and Kris were on their way to meet Billy at the base of the Quarry.

Quinn wrapped her arm around Jason’s waist as she answered, “Kris and I have known Billy since we were kids and he’s never really had friends. We just figured it was time to hang out with him more like we should have been doing all along.”

Billy was kneeling near a stone wall when the trio reached him.  He looked up excitedly as he heard them approach.

“Billy...what are you doing?” Kris asked, her eyebrows raised in shock as she realized what Billy had lying in front of him.

“You might want to cover your ears,” Billy warned.

Before anyone could act on his advice, Billy ignited the dynamite, setting off a loud explosion.

“What the hell, Billy?” Quinn yelled once the dust had settled.

Billy didn’t get a chance to explain when Tommy Oliver and Zack Taylor interrupted.

Zack yelled at Billy, “My boy Tommy and I were trying to get zen when you blew up the mountain. What are you freaks up to?”

“Guys! Guys! Look at this,” Kris called out, ignoring all the commotion that was going on around her. There, lying buried within a clear sediment before them were colorful, glowing stones. Kris placed her hand against the clear sediment rock.

“It feels like it’s vibrating,” she said softly.  The rest of the group stopped their bickering as the glimmer from the stones caught their attention.

Billy walked over to Kris and used his chisel to dig deeper into the rock. After a few minutes, he uncovered multiple, colorful, coins.

“What are these?” Billy asked as he picked up the blue one.

Everyone held up a color of their own. Billy with blue, Quinn yellow, Jason red, Zack black, Tommy white, and Kris pink.

“Ew, I don’t want pink. Do you want to trade?” Kris asked Quinn as the others closely inspected the coin-like objects in their hands.

“Nope,” Quinn answered shortly as her fingers closed around the object.  

Before anything else could be said, the sound of sirens surrounded them.

Follow along here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44620114/chapters/112249003