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[mars-ipan]

i wonder what it was like to be one of those schoolkids bush was supposed to be talking to

[fishii-writes]

accidental confessions - koshi sugawara

flufftober 2024 - week 2 | flufftober masterlist

paring: sugawara x gn!reader

cw: kiyoko is readers bestie stan my queen, suga is a flustered silly, not proofread, intended lowercase

a/n: this sucks lowkey but whatever i gotta post smth. i wrote half of this in the hospital 😹😹😹 enjoy hopefully :3 idk if i should continue writing for haikyuu ngl. i’m kinda posting while my body is being numbed lolololol

word count: 510

“maybe he’s just so dense he doesn’t notice.” for what seems like the hundredth time, you sigh. you love your friend kiyoka so dearly, she’s truly the best. but there’s some things she needs to learn to justify. in the name of love, as cringe as it is.

“look, [name], i don’t want you to get hurt. if he’s oblivious to your hints. just confess at this point, it seems easier.” she shrugs, and you immediately shake your head.

hell to the no.

“me? confess? nah, he should date another girl, i’m taking these feelings to the very grave-” you get cut off by kiyoko’s… distraught? expression. what?? you pause.

“… what?” you ask, suspicion lacing your expression as her eyes widen ever so slightly.

“kiyoko, what is it?”

she’s silent. you’re silent. what on earth could’ve possibly made her look at you with such confusion and concern that even you stopped talking??

“behind you…” she whispers, standing up from where you two were sitting on the floor and walking away as fast as she can. wow, way to go, some best friend. you sit still, confused.

“huh?” you mutter, feeling a hand on your shoulder. but you don’t dare turn around, what if they’re a teacher??

“my, oh my, [name]. whose feelings are you taking down to your grave, may i be let in on your secret?” sugawara, your classmate and close friend, smiles as he moves to stand beside where you’re sitting. his hand stays on your shoulder, a friendly habit he’s had ever since you met him.

“uhh, no one!” you nervously laugh, obviously knowing it’s not convincing. not in the least. and you assume he’ll pry further, so you pat down the spot beside you on the floor. he sits down beside you, elbow propped up on his thigh and chin leaning on his hand as he leans in a bit.

“tell me about these ‘feelings’, i’m too curious now to let you brush it off.” he smiles as you simply look away.

“well, if you must know. he’s kind, he’s cute, he’s very pretty, and he’s-“ you get cut off.

“right in front of you? he loves you too.” kiyoko had returned and sat down beside sugawara, a teasing grin on her face.

“l-loves? me? you… we??” for the first time, it seems that the very kept together vice captain of the karasuno volleyball team was flustered.

what gave it away?

his cheeks have a tint as pink as your lips, his speech is all quick and stuttered, but most of all, he’s not denying anything.

reciprocation, allegedly at least, is so weird.

“you’re joking, right?” you laugh. he stays silent.

“right??” silence again. kiyoko laughs, leaving once again, leaving the two of you alone.

“not joking…” you just barely hear sugawara mutter under his breath.

well, lucky you. reciprocation sure is a lovey feeling, even if it’s by accident.

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[cadet-aviator]

In trouble (2)

I’m telling you these stories of my adolescence, Tumblr, as I remember them (and I remember them vividly), and it’s good to know that all this happened more than 30 years ago – very much a different time and a different world. For one thing, this kind of strict obedience to hierarchy was completely normal, there and then. Children obeyed their elders, their teachers. You did not talk back. In the military, things were even more strict. Nobody objected.

I also mentioned that I was a bit left to my own devices, at the time. I was in an unfamiliar country, my Dad was very busy, often away for days on end, my Mom was ‘indisposed’, most of the time due to alcohol. At the time I went to Camp she was actually back in Europe, trying got some treatment. So it was just me, school, my mates in cadets, and the school cadet experience, which was a great way of using up my energies and finding a sense of purpose.

But now this. The Army had basically ensnared me. I thought I had just signed up for three weeks in Camp, at the insistence of the friendly Admiral, but now I was under their complete authority. 

I couldn’t figure out why. First of all, even though the experience had been gruelling, I still had a feeling of disappointment, of having failed. In school, I was a perfect boy, a perfect cadet, totally in control of everything, drill, uniform, school work, and ‘human relations’: I had friends, I was nice to people, helpful, engaging, even fun. People liked me, and I liked people. So why couldn’t I cope with this Army situation?

Of course I understood that this was the Army, and I understood too that Army discipline was there to prepare you for battle, not for a friendly school drill competition. But why did they say I was bad at everything – and why did I feel bad about that? Had they been extra strict with me? Did the other kids have a similar sentence imposed on them? Hadn’t I been loyal, ready to obey? In other words: if I had failed so badly, why would they not simply kick me out? Why did I have to submit to these measures? Why did they want to keep me in?

I mentioned that in the second week of Camp my emotions seemed to dry up, and ‘a peculiar numbness’ set in. At the time I thought it was just survival mode. I never thought it was part of a deliberate conditioning strategy, partly because I thought I was too intelligent to be conditioned. They just wanted to terrorise me, raise the bar of the discipline, make me alert on being a hyper-correct cadet at all times, I thought, well, let them. 

But now I was confused. They had touched something I didn’t know I had.

I talked about it to Dad. 

When the Camp was first suggested, he had been open about it – ‘You seem to like this military discipline, perhaps it’s time to figure out what it’s really all about’. That the Admiral was behind it was significant for him (and his work), but he never mentioned that.

Now, he could see my confusion. I was pretty depressed, distraught – but when I sat down to talk to him I was still in that perfect green uniform. He had accepted my ‘dress choice’ long before that, but it still annoyed him a bit; I could sense that he felt I should take responsibility for my choices. 

‘I can make this go away, son, if you want me to.’

‘Yes, but Dad… I can’t just ask you to ask them to lift these things, erase the demerits, I mean I actually deserved them, didn’t I?.’

‘Yes, but 240 hours of service is extraordinary, son. And I am not happy to have these inspections around the house all the time, really.’

‘I know… but…’

‘But?’

‘But – what if they’re right? What if I should have applied myself more? I mean I do OK in school and stuff, but maybe I was too sure of myself, or not really focused, or something?’

‘So… ? You’re saying this is all justified?’

‘I guess…’

‘Really, I can give him a call, and get this over with.’

‘Ah, I don’t want you to, Dad’

‘And the other thing? Their wish that you take this Camp again, with three more weeks added on?’

‘I don’t know, Dad. That is so tough. I don’t think I can.’

‘They seem to think you can. And I have to say – that I agree.’

‘What? You really think I have to be a soldier, like numb and obeying all the time? You want me to spend all summer there? Six weeks??’

‘I think you want to prove them wrong, certainly. And about you being soldier material, I don’t know. You used to be a really sweet kid, son, but this cadet thing has made you into something else, you’re so organised, so tough, maybe you should be there.’

And that was the rub, the open nerve, exactly. I had distanced myself from him (and Mom), in my adolescent arrogance, and now he threw it right back at me. In a friendly way.

I sat in my room and read the list of disciplinary measures, and I had this deep uneasy feeling that it was right. It had to happen. They had seen through me.

(All images are AI generated)

[misssalvatore1904]

The Original Faery

Chapter 1

A/n: Adelaide Kane is kinda how I pictured Cassiopeia Salvatore.

Just a heads up, this chapter will be pretty confusing but don’t worry, it’ll make sense in time😜 I hope u like it.

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“Girls! Wake up! You have to go to school!”

I groaned as I rolled onto my back to stare at the ceiling before literally rolling out of bed. I let out an oof as I made impact with the ground.

“Come on sleeping beauty.” Giggles Caroline from the doorway to my room.

“Not everyone can get up at dawn and still function.” I roll my eyes at my sister, who has always been a morning person. “Us mere mortals however, need a few minutes.”

She laughs as she walks downstairs for breakfast.

I got to my feet, shuffled to the bathroom, and got ready for the first day of school.

I give my mum a kiss on her cheek as I enter the kitchen.

“Don’t forget that you’re supposed to show that new kid around school today, sweetheart.” She reminds me, with a kiss on my forehead, before heading to the door. “Have a good first day girls.” She was halfway out the door before she pops her head back through the doorway, “I may be home late but there’s some leftover Chinese food from last night. Or you can go pick something up after school.” She blows us a quick air kiss before finally disappearing.

“Do you think she’s investigating that animal attack last night?” Care asks, seemingly thrilled by the thought.

“She is the Sheriff, so… most likely.” I reply, still too tired for a proper conversation.

We eat breakfast in relative silence, before washing the dishes.

Just as I dried the last plate and put it away, Caroline asks :“Do you need a ride to school?”

“Yeah. My bike freaked out on me the other day.”

“Mum said that having a motorbike was a bad idea.”

“She was more concerned about cost, Care. And besides, I made it, so there’s bound to be a few hiccups.” She just rolls her eyes at me.

“Whatever, but I thought I was supposed to be the irresponsible one.” I laugh at that. Caroline has always been the one to sneak us into parties and get into all sorts of trouble. But I didn’t exactly have a pearly white record either, I get into fights at school (only when someone’s being a douche) and I did illegally assemble a blue 2010 Kawasaki Ninja 650R over the summer.

…

“Thanks for the ride, Care!” I call as I sprint for the administration office to greet the new kid. I push people out of the way, and I realised I probably looked like a maniac, but I needed to be on time!

I burst into the office with a loud proclamation; “I’m here!” I pant, resting my hands on my knees for balance.

When I finally look up, I come face to face with the new kid, and he was staring at me like he saw a ghost.

“Cassie?” He whispers, barely loud enough for me to hear.

“Yeah… How’d you know my name?” I ask, now suspicious of this mildly familiar boy. Looking at him gave me this itching feeling in my mind, as if it was trying to remember something.

“Uh, I was sent an email saying that Cassie Forbes would be showing me around.”

“Oh.” Is all I could think of as a response.

He sticks his hand out for me to shake, “Stefan Salvatore. Pleasure to meet you.”

I couldn’t help but snort at the formality, but I shake his hand anyway. “Nice to meet you too. Ready for a grand tour?” I ask with a little flourish and a fistful of glitter.

“You carry glitter in your pocket?” Stefan asks with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

“Of course. How else am I suppose to be dramatic?” I say with an impish grin. He returns the smile.

“What’s first on the tour?”

“I suppose your locker, then English class, I think.”

“Lead the way.”

We talk about the teachers and various classes and extra curricular activities available at the school on the way to his locker.

I kept sneaking glances at Stefan, trying to figure out why he seemed familiar, and why he seemed so…distraught when he saw me. It was infuriating.

When we reached the lockers, I let out an extremely loud groan.

“What’s wrong?” Stefan asks, seemingly concerned.

“Tyler Lockwood.” I mumble back.

“Hey Little Forbes,” it was a nickname a lot of people were fond of, since I only just reached 5ft tall, “how was the summer?”

“Not too bad. But I’m sure you’re going to explain why yours was better.” I say with a grin.

Tyler flings his arm around my shoulders. “Don’t be like that Cassie.”

I roll my eyes, “How was your summer, Ty?”

“Wonderful, thank you for asking.” He says with a shit-eating grin. While Tyler was a pain in the ass sometimes, he was my friend.

“By the way, this is Stefan Salvatore, he’s new.”

Tyler looks Stefan up and down, “Hey.”

“Hey.” Stefan replies.

I wriggle free from Tyler’s grip and move towards Stefan’s locker, tapping it. “This is your locker, put your books and bag in, then we need to get to English.”

Stefan follows my instructions, keeping his English books tucked under one arm.

“First day of school. Let’s do this!” I throw a handful of glitter at Tyler, as I finish my proclamation. He sputters a bit, “Don’t you have a make up Bio test to get to Tyler?”

“Shit.” With that he sprints off.

“Shall we?” I ask Stefan.

“We shall.”

…

The day went smoothly after that, and finally, it was last period: biology. Ugh. While the subject was interesting at times, I hated our practical lessons when we dissected things. It made me sick.

It was also very content heavy, with homework and assignments practically everyday. I dragged my feet the whole way there.

But my spirits lifted when I saw Stefan occupying the previously empty seat next to mine.

I grin as I approach him, “Looks like we’re lab partners.”

He chuckles, “Yeah. Looks like it.”

“I hope you’re not gonna make me do all the work.” I tease.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Alright class has started. Attention up here.” The teacher, Mrs Thompson, says with a clap as she enters the room.

…

“I can’t believe she gave us an assignment on the first day back.” I groan, as Stefan and I exit the classroom.

“Yeah, it sucks, but at least it’s a simple one.”

“I guess,” I huff, “but I have no information about my ancestry.”

“Wouldn’t the town hall have information about the Forbes family? I mean, they are one of the founding families.”

“I’m actually adopted. So..” I trail off with a shrug.

“Oh. Sorry?”

I laugh at Stefan’s fumbling. “It’s fine. My real family abandoned me, so as far as I’m concerned, I am a Forbes.”

Stefan smiles slightly, “well, my house has a lot of books on pretty much everything, so we can start with my ancestors. Then later this week you can ask your mum about your parents, then maybe we can find something in the town records?” Stefan suggests.

“Alright,” I say with a grimace, I knew talking about my ‘real family’ made my mum feel bad, but this was for school, “can we start tomorrow? I’m going to the grill with some friends tonight.”

“Okay.” He says with a smile.

“Cool. Can I get your phone number? So we can arrange a time?”

Stefan recites his number, and I type it into my phone quickly. With that a wave goodbye, making my way to Caroline’s car.

…

“Thanks, Vic.” Matt says with a smile as Vickie put a plate of hot chips in the middle of the table.

“Need another refill?” Vickie asks Tyler, with a flirty smile.

“I’d love one.” Tyler replies, with an equally flirty smile.

Matt watches the exchange with suspicion. And as Vickie saunters away, I slap Tyler upside the head.

“Ow!” Tyler exclaims, rubbing the back of his head, “what was that for?”

“I can’t believe you, hooking up with your best friend’s sister, that’s low, even for you.” I chastise him.

“I’m not hooking up with Matt’s sister!”

“You’re such a dick.” Matt signs, disappointed.

We sit in uncomfortable silence for a bit, munching on some chips.

“Wanna play some pool?” Tyler asks.

Matt just rolls his eyes and gets up, heading over to Bonnie.

“Sure,” I sigh, “ I’m still mad at you though.”

“Then I’m sure kicking my ass at pool will make you feel better.” He replies with a grin.

We go over to the pool table playing a few rounds (all of which, I win) before we take a breather, chatting with Caroline.

Then Elena walks in, followed closely by Stefan. I quickly look over at Matt, and see his crestfallen expression. He stands up to greet Stefan and Elena politely though, before walking away dejectedly. I quickly follow, making sure he’s okay.

…

“So. You were born in Mystic Falls?” Caroline asks, as we sit around a table, trying to subtly interrogate Stefan.

“Mmhm. And I moved when I was still young.” Stefan replies conversationally, apparently unaware of how Bonnie and Caroline were trying to sus him out.

“Parents?” Bonnie asks.

“My parents passed away.” My heart falls, though I don’t know why I would feel that strongly about it. That itching feeling in my mind returning. I had tuned out the conversation, but Caroline’s voice snapped me out of it. But I could feel Stefan’s eyes travel to me for a brief moment.

“So Stefan. If you’re new then you don’t know about the party tomorrow.” Caroline chirps.

“It’s a school thing in the Falls.” Bonnie explains.

“I thought you said nothing was happening tomorrow.” Stefan accuses, with a small smile.

I laugh. “Alright, two things, and I list them on my fingers, “one, I said I was free tomorrow, because I’m not going -“

“oh yes you are.” Caroline interrupts.

“- two,” I continue, “the party isn’t until late, we could do some school work beforehand, IF you wanted to go.”

Stefan smirks, then turns to Elena, “are you going?”

“Of course she is.” Bonnie replies instead of Elena. Elena gives Bonnie a small smile, then ticks some hair behind her ear.

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History was a boring event as always, with Mr Tanner talking about the battle of Willow Creek.

“How many casualties resulted in this battle? Miss Bennett?”

“Umm, a lot. I’m not sure, but like a whole lot.” Bonnie says, trying her best.

“Cute becomes dumb in an instant Miss Bennett. Mr Donovan, would you like to take this moment to overcome your imbedded jock stereotype?”

“It’s okay, Mr Tanner, I’m cool with it.” Matt replies coolly.

“Hm, Elena? Maybe you can enlighten us about one of the towns most significant events?”

“Sorry, i-i don’t know.” Elena stammers.

“ I was willing to be lenient last year for obvious reasons, Elena, but the personal excuses ended with summer break.” Tanner was such an ass!

“346 casualties, unless you’re counting the local civilians.” Stefan interrupts smoothly.

“That’s correct. Mr ?”

“Salvatore.”

“Salvatore. Any relation to the original settlers here in Mystic Falls?”

“Distant.”

“Except of course there were no civilian casualties in this battle-“

“Actually there were 27. Confederate soldiers fired on the church believing it to be housing weapons, but they were wrong -“ Stefan corrects.

“There were also 13 other casualties.” I blurt. Everyone looks at me. I had no idea where that information came from. “They were believed to be witches.”

…

After school I went to the Salvatore boarding house, where Stefan lives with his uncle. I knock on the door and wait politely for someone to open the door.

The door creaks open, and a man, who I assume was Stefan’s uncle. He had that same look of shock on his face that Stefan did, as he sees me.

“Cassie?” He asks disbelievingly.

“Yeah…” it was starting to freak me out, how this family somehow knew me, and that itching feeling in my mind was starting to piss me off.

Before I could say anything else, Stefan appears behind his uncle. “Hey, I’m about to go to the party, wanna come?”

I release a breath, “nah. I just came here to see if you had any books that I can read, to start us off on our reports for bio.”

Stefan gestures for me to enter the house, his uncle now composed. “I thought you didn’t want to do all the work.” Stefan teases.

I roll my eyes, “I’m not going to do all the work, I just thought that if you’re gonna be slacking off tonight, I might as well start us off.” I say with a grin.

He smiles back, we enter what looks like a mini library, filled with books, Stefan walks over to one of the shelves and pulls a few books off.

“These books are about the Salvatore family, but please don’t read them all, come over tomorrow and I’ll help you out.”

“Okay,” I say with a smile, “but I demand donuts, to help with brain productivity.”

Stefan laughs “Deal.”

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A/n: I hope u all enjoyed this chapter, and I’m sorry it took so long😊

[comandersprings]

Welcome Back

Note: Happy New Year! Here it is, my first fic of 2024. As usual, you can also find it both in AO3 and SquidgeWorld. I hope everyone had a good start to the year ^^

Warnings: References to death

Word Count: 2,349

Summary: In the middle of the night, Kieran receives a worrying call from his grandmother about Furret's wellbeing. With no time to waste, he takes a flight to Kitakami with the hope that it won't be too late to fix things.

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The call came in around two o’clock in the morning. The ringtone startled Kieran and although he was just waking up, the boy took hold of his SmartRotom without a second thought. He wasn’t at all surprised to see that the one calling was his grandmother, Hideko. Ever since he and Carmine left for Blueberry Academy, their grandparents have struggled with the time zone difference.

Kieran picked up the phone. “Hi, grandma.”

Hideko noticed the sleepiness in her grandson’s voice right away. “Hi, dear. Seems I caught you sleeping again. I’m sorry about that, but…I’m calling over something important.”

“Something important?” Kieran perked up, his heart skipping a beat. “Did something happen to you or Grandpa?”

“No, we’re both fine.” The woman made a pause and sighed. “It’s about Furret.”

“Furret?”

Furret had been on Kieran’s mind a lot lately. He had apologized to everyone he mistreated while his grudge against Juliana lasted: from Juliana herself to Drayton, including Carmine and every single classmate he had talked down to. He also apologized to his Pokémon and promised he would no longer make them push themselves so hard. However, he still needed to make amends with the Pokémon he left back at Kitakami and Furret was the main one he wanted to reconcile with.

“Yes. You’ll see,” Hideko said, her voice threatening to break, “when you left last time, Furret became really sad. We were able to cheer him up for some time, but…he has stopped eating.”

“He stopped eating? When? How long ago?” Kieran’s heart seemed to pound on his throat as he awaited an answer.

“It’s been three days. He hasn't been drinking or moving much either. Grandpa and I are worried that if things continue like this, he—” the woman’s voice choked. She paused to regain her composure. “He might not last much longer, Kieran.”

His stomach sank at those terrible words. “No!” Kieran sniffled. He got up and began pacing around the room, tears blurring his vision. “That’s impossible… I thought he’d do fine without me.”

“You’re his Trainer, he misses you,” Hideko replied.

“Do you think the tutor will understand if I tell him I need to leave? I can’t stay there and let Furret…” he refused to finish that sentence.

“Please, do ask him. We think Furret might perk up once he sees you.” Hideko sighed. “I’m so sorry I had to tell you this.”

Kieran wiped off his tears with his pajama’s sleeve. “Don’t be sorry, Grandma. You did the right thing.”

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Kieran didn’t want to waste a second. The first thing he did was walk over to Carmine’s room. She was obviously sleeping and being awoken in the middle of the night didn’t make her happy, but her grumbling was cut dry as soon as her little brother told her why he was there. Carmine comforted Kieran and asked him if he wanted her to go with him. To her surprise, Kieran said no. In his own words, the situation was his fault and he had to solve it himself.

The next person Kieran woke up was his tutor. The man was confused as to why a distraught-looking student wanted to talk to him in the wee hours of the day. When Kieran explained what was going on and voiced his intention to leave for a day or two, he feared that his tutor wouldn’t understand, forcing him to stay. Luckily for him, his teacher was moved by the lengths he was willing to go to help his Pokémon, especially after seeing the way he treated the ones he had on him before and after becoming the Champion.

With everything sorted out and nothing but the most essential as baggage, Kieran headed to the airport and caught the first flight to Kitakami available. For most of the ten hours the plane trip lasted, Kieran tried to get some sleep but failed miserably. As for the rest of the flight, all he did was make sure people didn’t notice he was crying. He also kept replaying in his mind the moment he left Furret behind, beating himself up over the cruelty of that act.

Although the bus ride was much shorter, Kieran didn’t have a better time. He spent the whole trip looking out the window with a heavy feeling on his chest. The boy bounced his foot and nibbled on his thumb in an attempt to calm down, but it was useless. Regardless, he was grateful there was no one else in the bus—it was the same time it was in Unova when his grandmother called—otherwise, he would have received more than one glance.

When the bus was three stops away from Kitakami Road, Kieran texted his grandmother to let her know he was close and to ask how Furret was doing. His message was answered shortly after. Hideko asked him to be careful and informed that Furret was sleeping, adding in a different message that he had been sleeping for most of the day. That doesn’t sound good, Kieran told himself, his mouth going dry.

Less than ten minutes later, the boy finally got off the bus and set forth on his way home. With the sole wish to make it to his house and see Furret, Kieran ignored the curious wild Pokémon who peered out to see who was the human traversing the area so late at night. Kieran felt like his feet had wings; he had never walked so fast in his life, not even all the times he made his way up Oni Mountain in hopes of seeing Ogerpon.

Kieran made it to Mossui Town and continued on his way with the same haste he walked Kitakami Road with. He couldn’t help but think of the worst case scenario, with countless variations of it—each more tragic than the last—playing in his mind over and over. Despite the dread oppressing his chest, he had to see the situation for himself and apologize to Furret no matter what.

It wasn’t long until he spotted his house, its lights turned on. That meant his grandparents were still awake and waiting for him. He lowered his gaze at the thought and hoped they wouldn’t be too tired. It was in moments like this that Kieran saw how much of a negative impact his selfish actions had. He would never forgive himself if they ended up causing the loss of his Pokémon partner or if they costed his grandparents their health.

Finally, the boy reached his house. Although he didn’t want to wait any longer, Kieran had to spend a few seconds catching his breath as he was panting from the sprint. He then went ahead and knocked on the door. Not even half a minute later Yukito, his grandfather, came and opened it.

“Son, are you okay? You must be exhausted from the trip.” the man eyed his grandson with concern.

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m just a bit agitated because I’ve been walking very fast,” Kieran reassured him. His expression then became somber. “Where’s Furret? Can I go see him?”

At that moment Hideko crossed the archway that connected the foyer and the living room. “Kieran,” she said with a relieved smile. “Thank goodness you made it safely.”

Yukito cleared his throat. “He wants to see Furret.”

“Of course, he’s in your bedroom. I’ll take you there.”

Kieran walked into the house and Hideko placed a comforting hand on his back as she accompanied him to his bedroom. A feeling of emptiness grew on the pit of the boy’s stomach the more he and his grandmother approached the room. Why was she going with him? Could it be that it happened already? No. That wasn’t possible. They would have said something beforehand. His grandparents would never leave him to discover something so horrible by himself.

Soon, Kieran and his grandmother stood before the door to the boy’s bedroom. “Do you want me to go in with you?” the woman asked.

“No, thanks. I’ll go in alone,” Kieran answered, his tearful eyes failing to hide his worry.

“Alright. If you need anything, Grandpa and I will be in the living room.”

The boy thanked his grandmother once again and Hideko walked away. Kieran wiped off his tears and took a deep breath. He didn’t want Furret to see him so distraught, it wouldn’t be of any help.

He slid the door open and walked into the darkened room. Kieran turned on the lights and his eyes seeked Furret, spotting him shortly after in a corner of the room, all curled up. His Trainer strode towards him.

“Furret!” Kieran called the Pokémon, crouching in front of him and taking a trembling hand to his body.

It was true. He could feel his ribs. While Furret was now far more slender than when he was a Sentret, his ribs had never been noticeable upon touching him. While that was concerning on his own, Kieran didn’t like the lack of response from his Pokémon now that he was petting him.

“Furret, it’s me. I’m Kieran, your Trainer.” He shook him gently, but there still was no reaction. “I’ve come back for you. Please, wake up.”

Kieran shook Furret a little harder, but that didn’t wake him up either. The boy punched the floor next to him as tears streamed down his face. This can’t be happening, he told himself. Refusing to fully fall into despair, Kieran looked at Furret closely to see if he was breathing. After a few seconds where the boy held his own breath, he finally saw how the Pokémon’s chest area rose and fell rhythmically with each breath.

Taking a deep sigh of relief, Kieran decided to change his strategy. He looked around the room for Furret’s food and water bowls. They were on the opposite side of the bedroom. It was clear both the food and water were fresh and untouched. Kieran walked over to the bowls and put them in front of Furret. He sat beside him and petted his soft fur once again.

“I brought you food and water. It’s still good to eat and drink, you don’t need to worry.”

Seconds dragged along without change. The boy nudged both bowls a bit closer to his Pokémon, but Furret kept sleeping. Kieran ran a hand over his face and looked down. The heavy feeling on his chest didn’t go away even now that he got to see that Furret was, at least, still alive.

He swallowed hard. “Furret, I now see that what I did to you was awful. I shouldn’t have taken you out of the team, much less over the reason I did so.

“I’m so mad at myself for having acted that way… Trust me, I’ll understand if you’re mad at me, too. I won’t blame you if you never forgive me but please,” his voice broke as he began crying once again, “try to eat at least a little. Carmine, Grandpa, and Grandma are worried too. Please…”

Kieran hugged his knees and sobbed into them, already fearing that he’d go back to Unova without Furret. It didn’t feel like his crying would let up any time soon, but something startled him. The feeling of something nuzzling the side of his head. He looked over to that side and came face to face with Furret, whose eyes seemed to regain their spark upon seeing his Trainer.

“Furret!” the boy held his Pokémon tightly and began bawling as Furret licked and nuzzled his face all over. “I’m so, so sorry for having abandoned you like that. I’ll never do something like that again.”

Alerted by their grandson’s cries, Yukito and Hideko headed for his room as fast as their old age allowed them to. Both fearing the worst, Yukito opened the door only to find Kieran and his Furret snuggled to each other, the boy petting his Pokémon head as Furret wagged his tail.

“It took a little, but he finally woke up,” Kieran told his grandparents, the tears on his eyes being now tears of joy.

“That’s amazing news,” Yukito said with a grin that made his laugh lines more prominent.

“Oh my, thank goodness,” Hideko let out a relieved sigh and took a hand to her chest.

“Has he eaten anything yet?” Yukito asked as he walked into the room, his wife following him.

“No, I’m going to try and see if he does now.”

Kieran put Furret down in front of the bowls. The Pokémon sniffed the one containing his food and, in the blink of an eye, he leapt at it and began eating with the hunger and crave expected from someone who hadn’t eaten in three days. Kieran and his grandparents cheered at the sight, joy and relief washing over them. It got even better when Furret went and drank water too, his thirst also evident.

As the night continued, Yukito and Hideko went to sleep and left Kieran to watch over Furret, advising him to go to bed soon. The boy saw his Pokémon eat and drink until he was satisfied, curling up on his Trainer’s lap afterward. Kieran took out his phone and snapped a picture of the adorable scene to send to his sister. Since it was midday in Unova, Carmine answered soon after.

“Furret! Is he okay? Did he eat anything?”

A conversation between the siblings started.

“Yes to both. I was very scared because I tried waking him up, but he wouldn’t react.”

“That’s normal, you know? He hasn’t eaten in a while, he must have lacked energy.”

Carmine was right. The heavy stress and anxiety made Kieran forget about such an obvious fact. Not that it made those uncertain moments any less scary.

“I was so scared I completely forgot.”

“No worries, I understand.” Following that message, Carmine sent another one. “So, what will you do? Will you bring Furret back to the Academy?”

Kieran looked at Furret, watching him sleep peacefully on his lap for a few seconds before typing and sending a new message. “Of course I will!”

[tigers-eyes-26]

They First Met

Mario and Luigi had found a golf book in Peach’s library. They were never rich enough to play golf for themselves on Earth. It would be fun to try it out themselves and introduce the sport to this new world. They had given some Moles money and helped to design a course in a grassy field far behind Peach’s castle.  Mario had just returned from saving Daisy from Tatanga. Daisy was feeling overwhelmed assessing the damage in her empire. Peach had invited her over to learn the new sport which Daisy jumped at the opportunity.  Mario won the rock, paper, scissor game he went first. Of course, Peach opted to be with Mario, which left Luigi and Daisy.

“D-do you w-want me to explain how it all works or just watch or….” Luigi stuttered.

He didn’t look like he was good at talking so she chose the latter. Luigi muttered to himself the book instructions as he got himself set up. He took some practice swings and readjusted his grip. Daisy stood a way back. She was there to learn and get her mind off what awaited her back home. She saw how he was so focused, how he rotated his shoulders and hips with the swings. He pursed his lips and his eyebrows scrunched. After he felt he was prepared he shuffled up to the tee with the ball on it. The ball was blue with white stars just like his sweater he was wearing. THWACK! The ball whistled through the air. Daisy had been quietly observing but couldn’t help herself from commenting. “WOAH!” she jogged up to Luigi. He was looking intently at his shot. His mouth turned down. “Why the sour face? You smacked that ball sooo far!!!”

Luigi lapsed back into his awkward state. He dug the toe of his boots in the grass. “I F-forgot to think about the wind….”

“Oh,” She looked out at the flag it was blowing to the right. “Here let me try.”  She dug into the golf bag and found a plain white ball. She copied what Luigi had done, she tested out a few practice swings. Then shuffled up to the ball. THWACK! Her ball had landed left of Luigi’s and closer to the hole. She turned to beam at Luigi. His mouth was open in shock. She sashayed back to him.

“H-How…?”

She put a hand on his shoulder. “You’re a really good teacher.” I

He blushed at the compliment but didn’t agree. They continued on playing. Daisy was good at the long shots but getting closer and reining in her power was harder. Luigi was good at all of the game, but his lack of confidence hindered him. Mario was a good aim but putting got on his nerves. Peach was having a hard time getting the ball far at the start. In the end Mario won but by a sliver, Luigi came in second, Daisy was third and Peach graciously lost.

They walked on the dirt road back to Peach’s castle. The Boys carried the golf bags talking animatedly in Italian. Daisy and Peach watched them trying to figure out what they were talking about.

The boy stopped suddenly and dropped the bags. Luigi glared at a mischievous Mario.

Luigi flicked his brother’s nose. Mario reached up and batted Luigi’s hat over his eyes. He brushed the hat back up and went to flick his brother’s ear. His hand was caught and held away. No mater Luigi had another hand. This one was captured as well. Fine. Luigi gripped his brother’s wrists and dropped to the ground taking his brother with him.

They ended up trying to bat their hands away from each other and trying to smush each other’s faces in the dirt.

Peach brought her hands to her mouth confused at the fight. Daisy cheered them on. “Whhhhoooo!” She started to chant “Go go go!”

A yellow toad was walking along the road stopped to see what was going on. Daisy tried to get Peach to join her but noticed the distraught look on her friend’s face. “Aaaauuuugggh, Fine.” Daisy lifted the yellow toad up to her face. “I need you to break this up.” She tossed the toad at the two. The toad hit Luigi who was currently on top shoving his brothers face into the dirt. Luigi lost his balance with the toad’s weight. Mario hopped up quickly, Luigi followed. They locked their hands and tried to twist each other off balance. The toad walked up in between the brothers, he jumped up and grabbed their shirt collars. The two brothers where launched forward smacking each other’s foreheads.

“Owie….” They sat on the ground rubbing their heads.

The Toad raised his hands in triumph. “Haha ha!”

“The winner!” Daisy declared joyfully.

The brothers looked at each other, then at the toad. The toad sensing the shift, frowned and dropped his arms. “Uh oh!” He ran.

The boys gave chase, Luigi with his long legs caught up first. He snatched the toad off the ground. Mario caught up and started to tickle/punish the toad.

Giggles rang out. The toad pleaded for mercy. Daisy laughed at the shenanigans.

Peach stomped up to Mario, with a playful smile. She dramatically pushed Mario off. Mario returned the action by slowly falling to the ground. “I’ll save you!” Peach declared as she lifted the toad out of Luigi’s grasp. She set the toad on the ground and patted his head. “Good job at getting them to stop fighting.” She whispered to the toad. Daisy took a coin and flipped it to the toad with a wink. Satisfied with his job the toad jauntily walked off with his new coin.

Luigi helped Mario up off the dirt. Daisy skipped over to them. “What were you guys fighting about!?”

Luigi looked down to hide his angry face and kicked at the dirt.

“Oh, I was just telling Luigi here,” Mario finished dusting his pants off to sling his arm around his brother’s shoulders. Luigi gave him a side eye. “That he could have won the game….” Mario grinned at Luigi’s annoyed face and quickly added. “If-a-certain-princess-wasn’t-around-to-distract-him.”

Luigi shoved Mario hard away from him. “Cretino!” Mario just giggled.

Daisy smirked then shifted to serious face. “Mario! Did you set up your brother to lose!” She pointed an accusatory finger at his big nose.

Mario stopped giggling and raised his hands in surrender. “N-now, Princ- “

She cut him off, “You paired me up with Luigi so he would be nervous trying to teach a new person he doesn’t know!” Daisy pressed him farther.

Mario started to back away from Daisy. “Princess,” he tried to defend.

“You cheated!” This time she did poke Mario in the nose.

Mario was so flabbergasted at being accused of cheating he started to bumble sounds out.

Luigi snickered at his brother’s misfortune.

Peach laid a hand on Daisy’s arm lowering it from Mario’s face. Daisy glanced at her waiting what the regal pink princess would say. “I must confess, Mario did tell me he knew is brother would be nervous.” Peach smiled at Daisy.

Daisy grinned wide. “SEE! CHEATER!” She threw another point at Mario. “C’mon Peach let’s leave Mario to stew in his guilt.” She hooked her arm with Peach, and they giggled while walking away.

Luigi still snickering joined his brother. Mario narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Che? How is it that I win but also lose?”

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Author's Notes: Luigi and Daisy first met in the game NES Open Tournament Golf. I want the girls to be more than caddies. I don't like the other human characters. This is my write around, AU/headcannon. The scene of the brothers fighting has been in my head for months. My brothers would have brotherly wrestling matches all the time.

[fennecdreams]

Death on Camp

Friend and I were at a school camp together. It was the day before the last and I was at a pond filled with red dirty water(crayfishing). I went into the pond to pull something out and came back, but my friends couldn’t see me, because I had died. I didn’t know that I had died and went to the teachers office in the middle of a meeting. None of the noticed me there. However I saw another student that was also being ignored. She grabbed a calculator and started typing O43O which, when flipped upside down, looked like DEAD. I also grabbed a calculator and typed O7734(HELLO). I tried showing it to another teacher but, nothing. I showed it to the same teacher the other student had and she saw. She signalled to wait for the meeting to end. So I went outside, I was distraught, I couldn’t go back home. They had packed up all my stuff into a pile to send back to Mansfield. That day they were going to do a play, and the had to choose seven(?) arcane sorcerers. I went over to where Friend was because no one could see me. She was picking things off the ground when she saw the gravel move. She stopped to see what had moved the gravel and I touched her arm. She felt it. Then she could see me. ‘FENNEC?? BUT, YOU’RE DEAD’. I motioned for her to be quiet, and said that she couldn’t tell anyone of my existence. She was called to line up for the role casting and I went with her. Everyone lined up under the crystal that represented the sorcerer they wanted to play. A guy came along and wrote something on the people who get the role’s neck, while saying some weird voodoo stuff. Then they grabbed my neck and wrote for me to be the purple arcane sorcerer. I was so baffled and confused, they weren’t supposed to see ghosts. Bully under the gem before noticed this and was suspicious. Suddenly now, everyone could see me. The casting was done and I went into the shed behind. I went in. The corner wondering what the heck just happened when bully comes out and corners me. I manage to get away by running through some stuff, which just makes the bully more suspicious. He chases me down the street(it was the caravan park now?) and I had the advantage because I knew where I was going. I ran from the main section, down to the end of it and ended up at the top of the hill road? I kept running down to get away from him.

End.

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what about cowgirl position w/ spike (because duh)

Work-shy Western (Spike Spiegel x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻. 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝗴𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛𝗔𝗛 𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝗜'𝗺 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲. 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 !!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆

𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @dogsandrocketsocks

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

To say everything leading up to this moment made it worth it was an understatement.

But here he is, lying on your bed and looking up at you as you hover just above him on your knees. You’re straddling him, looking so cute with your hair a mess and a flustered look on your face. It was his idea to have you hold his hands, something you clung to naturally after he told you he wouldn’t do any of the work at first. You called him mean, obviously distraught at the fact the more experienced of the two was leaving you by yourself, but in the end, it was for your own good. He doubted the pace he wanted to take you was something you could handle so early on.

“Ah, Spike…fuck…” You look so helpless. So frustrated and needy, as you stare down at him. He’s rarely seen you cuss, except for a few passionate moments, but the vulgar word slips out of your mouth so readily it gives him chills. You only managed to sink onto the tip of his cock before you had to stop, already overwhelmed by the unfamiliar feeling of being stretched by something that wasn’t his three faithful fingers. “Spike, I can’t!”

Something hammers at his chest when you whine at him. Something he has a hard time ignoring just because it has to do with you. But for your sake, all he does is squeeze at your hands and push away the desire to snap his hips into yours and fill you up in one motion. That’s the blessing and the curse of this moment. Watching you struggle to take him for your first time is a beautiful sight. Yet watching you take him in general feels like torture all the same.

“Shh, I know you can.” He keeps his voice quiet, the sound mixing with your frustrated hiccups. He keeps your hand wrapped tightly in his, and he brings it close to his face. Kissing the back of your hand, he doesn’t break eye contact, taking in your shallow breathes as he looked for any signs that you truly wanted to stop. You didn’t say a safeword nor did you give him any of your signals. He knew you wanted this, but you were in your head. Too wrapped up in the bigger picture to remember the most important thing: letting go. “Just sit back on your heels- and go slow. You’re always smaller than you think you are.”

The level of experience between the two of you couldn’t be any more drastic, though he tries to be the best teacher without overwhelming you. The look you gave him is a cross between being dazed and a little confused, and he can tell you want to shake your head and ask him to do it for you again. But you ultimately, don’t challenge him. Instead, you take heed to his advice, lowering yourself further onto his cock. You’re hissing as you take in another inch, the stretch proving to be more than you anticipated. He hushes you gently with little kisses pressed onto your skin, but he doesn’t move to help you. It’s your turn to take over now.

The one time he’s not going to come to save you.

“Fuck…Spike!” Your voice is light and airy as you give him a pout. He can hardly hear you over the sound of his own breathing and the ambiance of the ship. But you’re the only thing he can see. His vision tunnels just see you, trembling and bare just for him. There’s nothing more he wants to do right now than to make it easier for you. “I just…I just-”

“You’re okay pretty girl, you’re okay.” He praises lowly, his eyes half-lidded as you manage to get just a little more inside of you. He feels his words travel straight through you as you gasp quietly. A second later, he can feel your walls fluttering around his cock, and he can’t help but throw his head back and groan at the feeling. You make a soft sound at his reaction, and the look on your face tells him that you’re starting to find your wings now that you see your own effect on him. “That’s it.”

That’s all it takes for you to continue moving forward, sinking your bottom down to take inch after inch. Only needing to hear him tell you to slow down once during a moment you were getting a little too eager. Though a few kisses to the back of your hand, your knuckles, and your wrist did little to ease the ache, it was still enough to not deter you. Always the good girl, weren’t you?

“Mmm, shit…” The moan you let out when he finally bottoms out is unbelievably hot. It takes all his willpower to stay still- to not roll his hips into you or grab your ass or just do something. You’re plain adorable as you just sit there and feel him throb inside of you, trying to catch your breath and manage your thoughts. You feel so tight around him. All warm and wet as your pussy squeezes around his dick. He can’t get enough of it. He can’t get enough of you. “Can you…can you do it now?”

You were going to be the death of him one day. He just knows you will.

“Hmm, so impatient. I don’t think you’re ready yet, pretty girl. ” He tuts at you, trying desperately to keep himself in check before he rushed things. Your immediate response is to frown at him before leaning forward to hit him lightly with your joined hands. At least, that’s what he assumed you were trying to do because before you could even get close, you froze up and let out a whimper. You tensed right where you were, almost going limp if it were for Spike's hands in yours to keep you up and at an angle. Your face twisted up and your bottom lip becomes caught between your teeth as you started to breathe a little shallowly. He can read the look on your face instantly, though he’s just surprised that it’s your fault rather than his. “...told ya’ not to move yet, sweetheart.”

“No, you didn’t!” You whined, and if he weren’t so worried about tearing you into pieces every time he moved, he would have flicked your forehead for being such a brat by now. “You didn’t say anything about this!”

“You’re a tight fit.” He explains to you gently, when your eyes finally start to open back up to look at him. Now if you just be a good girl for him and take it slow, then maybe you both have what you want. “I don’t want to move until you’re adjusted to me, okay?”

You nod slowly as if finally processing the fact that you have to get used to the stretch as well as fit him inside of you. Finally, you grow completely still in his grip. The only movement between the two of you is the rising and falling of chests as you breathe in the sex-scented air. His head feels so foggy and seeing you from this viewpoint is doing nothing but making him feel insatiable. You’re so warm against him- sitting on his torso, sitting on his dick like it's a throne. The sight of your plush thighs being spread across his hips and his cock disappearing inside of you is always going to be burned into his memory. He can’t wait to have all of you.

He’s counting the seconds as they pass. They’re agonizingly long, but he has other things he can occupy his time with. Like memorizing every inch of you. Like recalling every moment he shared with you. Like savoring this moment, because he can hold you. All of you. Your hands feel so soft compared to his battle-worn ones. So frail and dainty. In fact, everything about you always seemed so much tinier. So much purer. And to think…

Your first time being done in cowgirl position was all your idea.

“Spike,” You whisper suddenly. He hums at you noncommittally, blinking up at you with his mind half there. Though that changes when you give an experimental roll of your hips. His breath hitches at the same time you release a deep sigh, almost as if you were holding something in. Though the most depraved part of his brain supplies for him that in a way, you are. Him. “I think- I think I’m ready…for you…”

“You ready for me, pretty girl?” He finishes for you, his voice being the only thing to fill the silence of your bedroom with. You squeeze his hands as you nod at his question, an eager look on your face. It’s all the fuel he needs to keep talking. To keep going. To finish what you started. “Still want me to do it for you? Still want me to fuck you, princess?”

“Mhm,” You answer easily, despite the obvious shiver that traveled throughout your body. You start to avert your gaze but there's no denying the look of excitement on your face. Or the way your pussy seems to just squeeze around him like some sort of vice. The way he talked to you so bluntly always had an effect on you. But it was only fair. The way you existed always did something too. “Please Spike? I want you to do it…”

Fuck.

He feels like a switch got flipped on. He’s smirking at your request like it’s his idea and not your demand. You got him now, hook line and sinker. It’s like you know him too well. Like you hold too much power over him. Because one second, he feels like he’s the one in control of the situation. The one who’s all smiles and all coy. The next he’s reminded of who’s on top. And it’s not him. Not by a long shot.

“Come on, pretty girl.” He murmurs, nice a low for you and you alone. “Let the cowboy show you how to ride, you got that?”

Well, not yet anyway.

[transfemlogan]

Last Friday Night (Think We Kissed, but I Forgot!)

Chapter 1: Wrath

Ao3 | next chapter

Words: 4020

Warning/s: chemical fire, slight ableism towards autistic people, NSFW moments from remus being remus

Fic Summary: written for @intrulogicalweek “The experiment is starting now and I need you to get the cool powders, because if I do it then Mr. Sanders is going to remember he has to send me to the deans’,” Remus says, attempting to whisper, but still being incredibly loud, “and I wanna play with the burners and light shit on fire.”

Logan blinks.

“Hopefully, light shit on fire,” Remus clarifies.

It doesn’t really help.

Or, alternatively, Remus King gets transferred to Logan Mun's chemistry class and it is either the best, or worse, mistake his school has ever made... Most likely the worse.

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Period 3: Chemistry

SANDERS, THOMAS

RM: 803

Logan’s eyes trail up at the propped open door. He reads the door number and lets his eyes fall back down to his phone. Rereading his Junior year schedule for the 5th time– despite it never happening, Logan’s still thoroughly distraught at the concept of walking into the wrong class– he confirms that this is, in fact, his 2nd class of the day. (3 months into the school year and Logan still is confused by his schedule; even more so by even and odd days.) He pockets his phone and takes a few steps into the class, almost running straight into his science teacher, Mr. Sanders.

“Woah, there!” Mr. Sanders laughs a little, holding his hands out against Logan’s shoulders, “you almost bumped into me.”

Logan points his head down, eyeing the red shirt in front of him. “I apologise, Mr. Sanders.” A couple of students walk past the two of them into the classroom, waving at the teacher– most of them have their eyes on Logan, however.

“You’re all good, dude!” Mr. Sanders steps back from Logan. “Watch out next time.”

Logan nods, quick and jerky, and moves past him into the classroom.

He tries his best to weave through the tables and groups of students to get to his assigned desk (center room, 2nd table, left chair). Bright lights shine above him. Students are laughing and talking, even throwing pencils and ( lightly  ) hitting one another. He finally gets to his seat and plugs his ears with his fingers, letting his cheeks rest on his palms. He notices all the eyes on him and keeps his head down– being autistic in high school is, unsurprisingly, very Hard.

More students make their way into the classroom. Their lab tables are arranged all facing the board and they fit two chairs for partners. They all walk past Logan and sit down at their desks, with their friends pushing the seats next to them out and sitting beside them.

Logan's seat stays empty, however, still pushed in against the table.

Their desks also face the large pride flag hanging at the front of the room (a few students were confused at the stripes, specifically the lavender and pink ones at the top; Mr. Sanders explained their meaning during the first week of school). (He seemed a little saddened at the fact people didn't know what those two stripes meant or were.) It's covered in multi-coloured signatures, with few open spaces for more. Mr. Sanders explained that his students can sign it at the end of the school year if they wanted.  That  caught Logan's attention— regardless of the fact that Logan is the only autistic student in class, as opposed to being in a group like his other classes, he gets excited coming to this class. 

The bell rings loud in the class and everyone scrambles to their seats.

Objectively, it only takes 2 minutes for the bell to ring and for everyone to quiet down.

Subjectively, it’s a million years before everyone shuts the fuck up.

Mr. Sanders strolls into the room, waving. Behind him walks in Mx. Picani, Logan’s “special ed” assistant teacher. (Logan immediately glances down at their tie. Today, it’s pink with “she/her” embroidered at the bottom in blue floss– Picani changes pronouns depending on how she’s feeling that day. Logan thinks it is very cool.) Picani takes a seat at the front table, beaming at Logan.

“Hey, guys, gals, and nonbinary pals!” Mr. Sanders interrupts Logan’s thoughts, smiling wide at his students. “Letting y’all know right now that we are starting an experiment today, hence the Fireboys on your tables.” Excited cheers are scattered in the room, combined with a single unhappy groan. Mr. Sanders furrows his eyebrows and glances around the room, still smiling. The class starts laughing a bit. “Let me do attendance real quick and I’ll explain the experiment.” He draws out the ‘a’ in ‘and’ and sits down at his desk. The class all turns to the Fireboys, or an alternative to Bunsen burners, and starts messing with them.

Mr. Sanders stands up quick, making Logan jump in his seat. His chair rolls back and hits the wall behind him. “DO. NOT. TOUCH. THE. FIREBOYS.” A chorus of AWWs breaks out. Mr. Sanders pointedly looks at a group of boys in the back of the class and sits back down. 

Mr. Sanders assigned seats the second week of school, so thankfully he doesn’t do his attendance out loud. He goes through his seating chart and checks to see if the seat is filled; if anyone is absent, he will then call out their name. (Logan much prefers this over how most of his teachers do attendance.)

Logan reaches down to his backpack to pull out a pencil and an eraser. He sets the pencil down on the desk, pushing it over to the left side, before placing his eraser directly next to it. A student at the table next to him sends a glance to his eraser and smiles– Logan can’t tell if it’s a teasing one or a genuine one, but he does know they’re smiling at the cat pencil topper and his long-eared owl eraser. He scrapes his feet against the tiled floor, tilting his head down. Using his hands and arms, he tries to cover them. (Yes, he could just move it off his desk, but Logan refuses to use a normal eraser or get rid of his pencil toppers, even if it means getting ridiculed.)

Mr. Sanders gets up and opens his mouth to start talking.

Immediately, an interruption happens.

The classroom door swings open and a student stomps in. The denim jacket they’re wearing is covered in pins and chains and spikes; they sound coins or keys clinking together, getting the attention of everyone in the room. The door slams shut behind them.

Mr. Sanders glances up at the student, before letting out a heavy sigh.

“Remus King ,” he says, “you’re 7 minutes late.” He looks them up and down and frowns. “ And you’re not in dress code.”

The student– Remus, apparently– shoves their hands into the pockets of their heavily ripped jeans and shrugs their satchel-like bookbag to fit better on their shoulder. They look down at their outfit and back up at Mr. Sanders. Letting the biggest grin split their face– having more teeth than Logan thinks a human should even have– they throw their head to the side.

“I am! ” Remus sounds almost excited to get dress coded.

The class is whispering to each other and Logan overhears the group in front of him say, “oh my god, its fucking Remus King.” “What a freak.”

Mr. Sanders shakes his head, smiling almost fondly. “And why are you late to my class today, Mr. King?” He pauses. “Again.”

“I woke up late and missed my bus.”

Mr. Sanders peeks at the clock near the door.

“It’s… second period, Remus.”

“I woke up really late!” Remus sways back and forth. “ And I forgot my schedule changed, so now you’re my third period!”

“I  am going to have to write you up and send you to the deans, Remus.”

Remus shrugs their shoulders at Mr. Sanders. They haven’t stopped grinning like the Cheshire Cat since they started.

Mr. Sanders gestures to the rest of the class. “Take a seat, so that I can explain our experiment today and then I’ll write you a pass, alright?” Remus scans the room, before landing on Logan.

Logan can’t tell if this student is actively trying to stomp or if their boots are just making that noise.

Remus gets to Logan’s table, drags the chair harder than they should causing it to shriek, and throws themself into the seat– literally . A few students laugh as they right themself in the chair. Logan almost immediately notices the giant pin on Remus’ collar:

 the transgender flag with the words ‘he/him’.

Logan’s leg starts bouncing up and down violently.

He looks up at Remus, only for Remus to be staring directly at him, and he snaps his head to the floor. (Remus’ shoes are covered in spikes and laced like ladders in yellow and purple.) He looks over at the desk.

There’s a finger with chipped green nail polish in front of his nose, pointing at something outside of his vision. Logan instinctively moves his head back.

“I like your owl eraser,” Remus says. The finger retreats.

Logan opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He nods twice, closing his mouth, and Remus snorts.

Logan really wants to talk to Remus, but he has no idea what to say.

 …

 He needs to say something.

He bites his lip and opens his mouth–

“Alright, y’all!”

Logan cocks his head up at Mr. Sanders, who’s standing at the front of the room with his hands clasped together. Logan tries to look at Remus again, but Remus isn’t paying attention.

“Lets talk about our experiment.”

Maybe he should pass Remus a note? Is that a socially acceptable thing? He doesn’t know, the only time he’s seen people pass notes is in shows and movies. He’s never passed a note before, nor has he ever had someone pass him a note.

Logan wrings his hands together under the table.

He thinks Remus’ jacket is really cool and he’s queer.  And Remus chose to sit next to him.

Should he introduce himself during the experiment? Maybe he should wait? So they aren’t distracted during the experiment. But what if Logan forgets by then? What if Logan makes a fool of himself during the experiment and Remus thinks he’s the lamest person on the planet? He could wait until the end of class, but what if that’s too long of a wait? Is it weird to introduce yourself an hour and 40 minutes after, technically, meeting someone for the first time? They’re going to have to talk during the experiment, so–

“Helllooo? Did you rip off your ears or something?”

Logan looks up sharply at the voice, making direct eye contact with Remus’ wide eyes. He looks over at Remus’ spiked shoulder.

“… What?” Logan asks.

“The experiment is starting now and I need you to get the cool powders, because if I do it then Mr. Sanders is going to remember he has to send me to the deans’,” Remus says, attempting to whisper, but still being incredibly loud, “and I wanna play with the burners and light shit on fire.”

Logan blinks.

“Hopefully, light shit on fire,” Remus clarifies.

It doesn’t really help.

“Uh–,” Logan stares at Remus’ pins (there’s an 8 striped rainbow flag, one that says ‘ACAB’ and another that says ‘abolish the police’, and Logan almost misses the drawing of someone wearing a strap-on under a band pin that says ‘Operation Ivy’), “… What?”

Remus rolls his eyes and Logan feels something in his stomach. He points to the Fireboys. “We’re using chemicals to change the colour of the fire. The chemicals are with Mr. Sanders at the front table.”

Logan nods quickly, clambering out of his seat.

There's a somewhat short line of students grabbing their materials at the front of the room. Everyone else is at their desks, starting their Bunsen Burners and going over the instruction sheet.

“Hey, Lo!” Mx. Picani says once Logan's at the table. Mr. Sanders is standing next to her, helping another student. “You need your stuff?” Logan nods, very slowly, and Picani hands him small containers of various white powders.

Logan has no idea what these chemicals are.

“Do you need any help?” Picani asks. “Or are you alright with Remus?” She’s biting her bottom lip, glancing at Remus every two seconds. Logan nods. 

“Well…” she says, drawing it out, “if you say so!” She smiles at Logan: corners of her lips pointed upwards, but her eyebrows are furrowed and she can't seem to make eye contact with Logan, like she usually tries to do. Logan attempts to smile back and roams back to his table.

It takes a little too long for Remus and him to get set up. Between Logan not even paying attention and Remus just wanting to play with fire, they end up being the last group to start the experiment. (And then after turning on their Fireboy, Mr. Sanders  suddenly remembers that Remus needs to be sent to the deans’.

“Aren’t I supposed to be sending you somewhere? … Like the deans’?” Mr. Sanders asks, pointing directly at Remus.

Remus pouts. “Can’t you just send me after class?”

“Remus.”

“PLEASE?”)

Logan positions his goggles over his glasses and his entire body seizes. He only barely stops himself from slamming the goggles to the ground and flapping his hands (he hates wearing these stupid goggles; who cares about safety when there’s bad textures around?) Remus is sat next to him with his arms crossed. Mr. Sanders told him he was allowed to go to the deans’ after class, but wasn’t allowed to participate in the experiment. And now he was pouting.

Black dyed strands of hair fall in front of Remus’ eyes (Logan knows it’s dyed because he can see Remus’ light brown roots) along with white strands from where his vitiligo meets his hairline on his already pale skin. (Remus’ hair is shaved at the sides, minus for the parts of hair in front of his ears; it looks like it could be turned into a mohawk if he put hair spray into it.) (He wonders if Remus has done that before.)

Logan shakes his head a little, trying to get rid of the concept of leaning forward and brushing those strands back.

Their experiment involves using different chemicals to change the colour of the fire on their Bunsen burners. Logan delicately puts lithium chloride into the fire, changing it to a reddish pink colour, much to both Logan’s and Remus’ delight. Logan stomps his feet a little.

“What’s your name, dork?”

Remus is resting his arms on the table, scratching at it. Logan stutters before answering the question.

“It’s Logan.”

The corners of Remus’ mouth turn up a bit.

“My name’s Remus!”

Logan nods. “Yes, I know.” He grabs another chemical, sodium chloride, and tips it into the fire.

“Ooooh ,” Remus says, voice high and in a tone Logan quite can’t catch, “You know?” Remus wiggles his eyebrows. Badly. “Am I just THAT popular? Or have you imagined me naked before?”

Logan is now confused. “No?” He grabs a different chemical. “Mr. Sanders called you Remus and referred to you as that four times.” Out of the corner of his eyes, Remus’ grin gets wider. He cackles, shrugging and sitting up straight.

“I guess you’re right!”

“I am right. There is no ‘guessing’ about it.”

Remus leans close to the fire. Logan swats him away.

Logan continues to change the colour of the fire, from yellow to purple to orange to white, before Remus speaks up again.

“I called you dork earlier,” He says, putting his chin in his palm. “Did you know that means whale penis?”

 Logan decides not to respond to that.

 They work in, surprisingly, good rhythm, with Logan using the chemicals and Remus writing on their sheet (after Logan explains what he needs to write). The entire class is somewhat quiet. Slight buzzing of talking partially fills the room and the only other noises are the fire and scratching of pens and pencil on paper. (The light is still bright in Logan's eyes, but he's able to think straight and focus.)

Logan hears Remus shuffle next to him, but he doesn't glance over or try to figure out what he's doing. There’s a tug at his sleeve, a breath on his ear, and the words: “do you wanna see something even cooler?”

Logan flinches away. He feels his entire face scrunch up and his lips purse; his entire body revolts. Remus is grinning, holding Logan’s sleeve in between his pointer finger and thumb.

“What are you talking about?” Logan whispers back. He turns off the Fireboy.

“Follow me,” Remus says. He scans the room and puts his finger up to his lips, making a shushing motion.

Mr. Sanders is talking to a group near the side of the room. Mx. Picani is still sitting at the front table, scrolling through her phone with paperwork in front of her. Everyone else is busy, in between “oohs” and “aahs”, they’re having classroom-noise appropriate conversation. Remus slinks across the room, Logan not far behind, and they both make their way to the far corner.

Logan furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head.

Remus does another look around (Logan thinks it might be for comedic effect). He drops to his knees and grabs the cabinet door in front of him.

The one labeled “chemicals”.

Logan’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Didn’t Mr. Sanders tell us not to mess with the chemicals without his permission?” Logan’s whispers, wringing his hands together. He turns his head to look at the science teacher and then back down at Remus. “It’s in the student rules that Mr. Sanders gave us at the start of the school year. We had a test on it to make sure we knew–”

“Oh, calm down, dork!” Remus stands up, holding two tiny containers: one shaped like a pill container and the other an eye dropper. “I promise you, it’s not that serious.” Logan makes a face.

“Come on,” Remus says, “it’ll be fun!”

Logan hears Mr. Sanders as he continues to talk to the same group of students; he’s not even paying attention to anything Logan or Remus are doing. Remus bounces in place, watching Logan with large eyes and an even larger smile.

This is breaking the rules.

Remus is breaking the rules.

… Logan is breaking the rules if he continues.

He peers down at the containers.

“… Okay,” Logan says, “show me your ‘cool thing’.”

A squeal escapes from Remus’ mouth, followed by a loud clack as his teeth hit each other when he shuts his mouth. He kicks the cabinet doors close and escorts Logan back to their desk. Logan is watching Mr. Sanders and Picani attentively, like a guard dog protecting their owner. When he looks back at Remus, he’s already poured the little bottle of white powder onto the table. It makes a little pyramid.

Logan can finally read the labels on the bottles: potassium chlorate and sulfuric acid. (Logan eyes the empty packet of sugar at the edge of the table). Remus looks up at Logan, holding the sulfuric acid pipette over the powder. “Are you ready?”

Logan looks at the pile. “Have you done this before?”

Remus grins.

“Nope!”

He squeezes a little drop of sulfuric acid out and leans away.

A sizzling, crackling noise and then there’s a small amount of smoke escaping the droplet. A girl behind them screams as a huge, light pink flame erupts from the pile.

Remus lets out a cackle. “FIRE!–”

“ REMUS! ”

Logan looks up to see Mr. Sanders rush towards them. Behind him, Mx. Picani is also running over.

“WHAT DID YOU  DO?  ” Mr. Sanders shouts. The fire they started has already dissipated, leaving a black pile of  whatever behind. Picani wraps her hands around Logan’s shoulders and pulls him away from the table.

Remus whistled and looked all around. “DEFINITELY wasn’t me! I would never do that!”

Mr. Sanders doesn’t look very amused.

“Are you alright, Logan?” Picani asks. She’s cradling Logan’s cheeks in her hands and Logan tries to squirm out of her fingers.

“Sulfuric acid?” Mr. Sanders picks up a bottle and reads it. “Did you get chemicals without my permission?” Remus doesn’t respond. “AND you dragged Logan into your little–” he stutters, “mess? What would’ve happened if you hurt him? You put Logan in harm’s way.”

Remus pouts. “I didn’t drag Logan into anything, he–”

“I don’t want to hear it!” Mr. Sanders holds up a hand. “Step outside of my classroom. Right Now, Remus.”

The entire class is quiet, minus for a few mutters. Everyone is eyeing each other, eyes wide and jaw slack. There’s only a few students who are trying not to smile and laugh.

Mr. Sanders looks at Logan. “Are you okay?” He’s looking at Logan with an expression Logan knows very well. Like he’s some sort of  skittish  animal. Or a baby. And everyone around him is trying not to make him start wailing.

Logan bites the inside of his cheek.

“Remus did not ‘drag me’ into anything,” Logan starts, pushing Picani away a little. “I’m the one that told him to do it.”

Picani gasps behind him. "What?”

Logan steps back and forth against the tiled floor. “We both chose to go to your cabinet, Mr. Sanders.”

Mr. Sanders’ eyebrows raise and disappear behind his bags. His mouth opens and closes– he looks like a fish out of water.

Everyone has their eyes on Logan. He's standing with his feet apart and hands curled tightly. He tries his best to keep his head up and look at Mr. Sanders, though every part of him wants him to duck down and crawl underneath the table in front of him.

“That’s–” a sigh escapes Mr. Sanders. “Alright, Logan Mun. Please step outside with…  Remus. ”

There’s a few murmurs throughout the class as Logan makes his way over to the door.

Remus is standing with wide eyes. His feet tap against the floor in a wild rhythm and his eyes skitter all over the room. Logan bets Remus would be wagging a tail, if he had one.

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Logan’s not sure if it’s embarrassing or exciting to be walked to the deans’ office for the first time.

Remus and him are led by Picani and a hall monitor, who’s speaking into their little radio, through the halls. Their shoes squeak against the floor.

They’re in one of the deans’ rooms, sitting in chairs across from the Principal. It takes a long, stern talking from them and an even longer call to their parents before their punishment is revealed: 2 weeks suspension and a week of detention after they come back (Logan gets 2 weeks, for “confessing” that the plan was his). Since they weren’t actively trying to hurt anyone or set fire to the school– and because that didn’t happen– their punishment, thankfully, didn’t involve going to the juvenile detention center.

They’re dragged out of the dean’s office into the waiting room that connects all the dean’s and counselors’ rooms together. Loud clacking is the only sound Logan can hear, coming from the person sitting at the front desk. Mx. Picani makes Logan take a seat at one of the chairs next to the door.

“You should call your mother, Logan. She has to pick you up,” she says. She doesn’t try to make eye contact with Logan, instead her eyes are glued on the wall behind him. There’s a wrinkle in between her eyebrows. Behind her, Remus is sat at a couch-like seat across the room. One of the deans is talking to him, voices so low Logan cannot hear what they’re saying over the sound of the keyboard.

Logan is in the middle of a call with his mother, when he overhears yelling coming from Remus’ phone. Remus sits with his phone tilted away from his ear, looking completely unbothered. The door opens and a preppy-looking kid (Logan has to do a double take, because they look so similar to Remus) rushes in. They’re sitting down next to Remus and are asking him if he’s okay.

“Logan’a’,” his mother says through the phone, “you listening?”

“Yes, eomma,” Logan responds, “I apologise.”

“My boss won’t let me out of work early, so I’ll have to come pick you up later, alright?”

“Yes, eomma.”

(It’s only later, when Remus and Logan are both sitting in detention waiting for their parents to come pick them up, does Remus lean over and whisper: "did you think it was cool?"

Logan looks at Remus, making eye contact for less than a second, feeling the corners of his lips perk up.

“Yes,” Logan admits. “I did think it was cool.”)

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— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE TWENTY ONE || JUJUTSU KOSHIEN

↳ featuring : basically everyone at this point from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : mention of violence + mention of injuries + EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 20 april

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 4.4k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ previous episode : nonstandard 

↳ next episode : jamais vu

↳ barista’s notes : let me admit, i ain’t confident in this chapter since i started school again, but i hope you enjoy this episode and thank you for being so patient with me as i try to fit tumblr into my schedule with school ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only.

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’ - but none is mentioned in this chapter.

2.5. for the ‘cursed spells’/kidos (bleach) i will link this video here and tell you the time stamp to check out what i am intending to show - remember i add a few twist here and there by adding the katana to link with Y/N’s cursed technique : hopefully this video is slightly better...

Destructive Curse Spell Number Thirty-Three : Sokatsui (6:00-6:07) (blue lighting explosion - Itadori Yuji)

3. if you are confused on anything, please don’t hesitate to message me since i know this whole thing is so confusing.

this is Y/N outfit when she came into the baseball game (blame twitter)

“How much longer are you going to stare at her? It’s creepy”

Snapping out of his daze, Gojo quickly looked up from your sleeping figure to find his stoic student (who was now sitting up) looking at him with a deadpan expression before he turned to look at your sleeping figure as well with somewhat of a worried expression, wondering what caused you to be knocked out since what Fushiguro could recall was that the last time he saw you, it seemed like you were well and confident before he was carried away by Panda.

“Is it bad to worry about my daughter?” Gojo questioned with a hint of a teasing tone before looking back down at you with his small smiling turning into a straight line.

“Student to be exact, but I guess not after what the curses were after,” Fushiguro quietly mentioned causing Gojo to once again, look up to view Fushiguro with a confused expression painted on his face, trying to convey that he didn’t have a clue on what his student was trying to say. “The special-grade was after L/N...but I don’t know why,” Fushiguro instantly declared as if he was answering to his teacher’s perplexed expression leading to Gojo sighing in frustration before taking one of his hands out of his pocket to stroke your hair as if it would bring you some comfort in your dreamless slumber as he then processed to remove his other hand from his other pocket to reveal a carton of orange juice before placing it on the bedside table.

“Is that so?” Gojo asked rhetorically, before making his way towards the door since he was informed that there was going to be a meeting with the Jujutsu Tech principles and sorcerers that were involved with the whole Exchange Event incident.

However, before he was able to grab onto the handle, the wooden door violently flew open showcasing his other students Itadori and Kugisaki on the other side with a box of pizza in hand leading Gojo to smile at them both.

“Oh Gojo-sensei! What are you doing here?” Itadori asked once he comprehended that it was his teacher blocking the way to see his two other classmates.

“Ah~ I was just visiting Megumi and Y/N before I go, make sure to not make too much noise, I’m sure Y/n would really appreciate it,” Gojo answered with a cheerful tone, leading Kugisaki to tilt her head to the side to realise that you were sleeping - much to her disappointment.

“She’s still recovering?” Kugisaki then questioned, leading her teacher to look at her before explaining that you were knocked out due to using an excessive amount of cursed energy within a short amount of time causing Kugisaki to nod to his little lie since he didn’t even know why you were extremely distraught when he came to collect you.

“I’ll be going now, so see you later~ don’t wake up my precious daughter!” Gojo states with a playful tone, before waving his hand to all of the first-years leaving them to themselves with a warm box of pizza in hand.

                                                 ꕥ

“Next up are the casualties: three second-grade sorcerers, one semi first-grade sorcerer, five assistant supervisors, and two cursed storehouse guards. They’re all sorcerers who were standing by at Jujutsu High and working separately from Gojo-san and Principal Yaga. We’re waiting on the report from Ieiri-san, but we’re nearly certain it was the work of the cursed spirit that Nanami-san encountered before,” Ijichi explained as he was looking down at the document sheets he had in hand to inform all the sorcerer that was in front of him about the situation at hand.

“Tsk,” Gojo tutted in annoyance while leaning against the door with his lower face tucked into the collar of his sorcerer uniform.

“Do you think we should share this information with the students and the other sorcerers?” Utahime asked as she turned to her colleagues.

“No,” the Kyoto principal: Gakuganji quickly answered, as the fellow principal from Tokyo: Yaga explained that it was better for this information to be among the higher-ups as he didn’t want to cause anymore panic to the students residing in the area right now as well as not wanting any of the curse users in their captivity to know that a few special-grade objects that been stolen from the school premises.

“Has the curse user we captured spilled anything?” principal Yaga queried, leading Ijichi to explain that it wasn’t hard to get the certain curse user to talk at all since he was quite cooperative but all they managed to receive was irrelevant information that was deemed somewhat unhelpful to them.

“However, he claims that he only participated in the attack because he was ordered to as part of a deal,” Ijicji added, before informing everyone about the monk that the curse user was talking about when he was interrogated.

“An androgynous monk kid with a bob cut? That ring any bells?” MeiMei asked, as she turned her head slightly to peer at Gojo, who was right behind her.

“Nope! We sure he’s not spouting bullshit? Is there any sorcerer skilled at getting confessions?” Gojo answered before asking his questions since he knew he couldn’t be too sure if the curse user was even telling the truth in the first place.

“How did a cursed spirit and outsiders get through Tengen-sama’s barriers in the first place?” Utahime questioned, as she was still confused on how so many people were able to get in without any problems and alerts.

“That was probably the work of the special-grade cursed spirit the students fought, that one has a unique presence. Even though it’s a cursed spirit, it’s incredibly close to a natural spirit. According to Aoi, it was able to hide among plants and was quite burnt from a few techniques like wood would be, and Tengen-sama’s barrier doesn’t function against plants. Tengen-sama’s barrier puts all its power into hiding, not protecting, so once you get in, it’s kind of weak,” Gojo answered his colleague with an explanation that led the whole room to turn completely silent for quite some time.

‘Are they worried about Sukuna’s Finger enhancing Yuji’s potential? Or are they trying to enhance themselves? Why would they need Y/N then? Something isn’t sitting right’

“For now, let’s be glad our students are safe,” Utahime mentioned with a calm smile presented on her face as there was one calm and good news that they would celebrate on.

‘Safe? How long until Y/N is going to stay safe? For how long?’

“But it goes without saying that the exchange event is now cancelled,” principal Yaga informed everyone as he turned to look at the fellow Kyoto principal, who was sitting right near him.

“Hold on, that’s not for us to decide, is it?” Gojo asked in a light tone, causing everyone in the room to look at him in confusion since they didn’t know what they meant by it not being their decision.

                                              ꕥ

“When did you start getting along with that gorilla?”

At this moment, Itadori and Kugisaki were sitting next to each side of Fushiguro’s bed, as they were visiting both you and him, while all of them were munching on the pizza (which only had a few slices left) that was currently sitting on top of Fushiguro’s legs.

“Well, we got along, but like...I remember what happened, but I wasn’t exactly myself then…” Itadori answered in complete uncertainty as he didn’t even know the answer himself, causing him to scratch his head in confusion.

“What, were you drunk?” Kugisaki questioned in confusion since she was expecting a confident answer from her classmates.

“You believe I could’ve been drinking liquor in this situation? I’m shocked,” Itadori mentioned before looking down with somewhat of a disappointed look that his owl friend thought of him like that. “But I’m glad you and Y/N weren’t seriously hurt, Fushiguro. You’re able to eat pizza now, too” Itadori stated with a smile on his face as he turned to look at the shikigami user before turning his head to see your still sleeping figure on the bed behind Kugisaki causing her to turn around to check if you had woken up yet.

“Come on, bring me something easier to digest,” Fushiguro replied since he was still recovering but nonetheless, took the food that was given to him.

“No complaining,” Kugisaki answered back before taking another bite of her pizza slice before snatching the box away from Itadori, who was about to grab another slice, due to her wanting to save the last remaining two slices of the cheesy food for you.

“Apparently, I got off easier because my cursed energy was all dried up, Ieiri-san was still able to fix me up as soon as the roots were removed, but I didn’t know Gojo used up so much cursed energy as well, Gojo seemed really worried when he went to Ieiri-san,” Fushiguro explained before turning his head to glance at you.

“Huh, so that’s a thing that can happen?” Itadori questioned.

“You fought against them, didn’t you? Also, did you see the flowers right above us when we were in the veil? They were so pretty!” Kugisaki commented, before looking up as if she was going to answer who was the person was that released the technique.

“Flowers? Oh, you mean the pink ones?! Kugisaki, those were so dangerous, didn’t you see the blue lighting explosion that happened right after?! It literally gave the curse a whole gash across its body!” Itadori exclaimed in shock causing Fushiguro to remember the array of flowers that were hanging in the sky when Panda was carrying him just before he crossed the veil.

“It was so beautiful though, I hope to see them again, I wonder who it was?” Kugisaki questioned before finishing off the last piece of pizza.

“Itadori, you’ve grown stronger. Back then, we both said our convictions were proper ones, I still think that’s true. Or, put another way, we’re both wrong,” Fushiguro mentioned with a low tone, causing both Itadori and Kugisaki to look at him as he was talking.

“Huh?” Itadori uttered in a confused tone, while Kugisaki processed to rest her face on the palm of her hand with a small pout.

“Some questions don’t have answers, you know. You’re thinking too hard, you’ll go bald,” Kugisaki mentioned.

“That’s right. There is no answer, it’s just whether or not you can accept it. But there’s no accepting anything if you can’t have it your way. Weak sorcerers can’t do that,” Fushigurp replied back causing the whole room to go silent as they were beginning to process what Fushiguro had said in his mind.

“So I’m going to become strong, too. I’ll surpass you in no time,” Fushiguro declared as he turned to face Itadori with a look of determination.

“You never change,” Itadori responded with a small light giggle.

“Don’t just move the conversation forward without me, we need to catch up with him and Gojo,” Kugisaki mentioned with annoyance painted on her face.

“That’s my brother’s friends for you!” 

Suddenly, the first-year trio rapidly turned their heads forwards to suddenly discover Todo sitting down right in front of Fushiguro’s bed with a smile on his face as he nodded proudly of the conversation that he had interrupted.

Unexpectedly, Itadori rushed towards the glass sliding door next to your bed and opened it with a loud bang before swiftly sprinting away from Fushiguro’s room as fast as a cheetah, only for Todo to follow behind him yelling out where his brother was going.

“I’m grateful to you, but give me a break!” Itadori screamed, causing Fushiguro and Kugisaki to look at the scene with deadpan shocked faces. However, what they didn’t seem to notice was you softly groaning at the loud noise that was happening right now leading your eyes to slowly open but quickly close due to the bright lighting in the room right now.

Hesitantly, you slower opened your eyes again to see a maroon coloured ceiling before blinking a few times to focus your sight, causing you to gradually sit up on the bed you were laying in as your looked down onto your lap leading your hair to cover your face away from your classmates, who now finally noticed that you had awakened from your slumber.

“Gojo, you’re awake!” Kugisaki announced with a smile on her face, yet that smile slowly disappeared once she noticed how you weren’t answering her at all, but rather you kept silent as your hand began to bring itself to your forehead as if you had a headache.

‘So loud…’

After sitting in silence for a while, you noticed that you were wearing a long white button-up with some black Adidas shorts leading you to wonder who changed you since Kugisaki was the only one to ever see you in your undergarments since she was always the one barging into your changing room to throw more clothing pieces for you to try. However, that was one minor inconvenience to think about right now.

Slowly, you turned your body around (so your back was facing Fushiguro and Kugisaki) before placing your feet down onto the wooden flooring, leading Fushiguro to worry about you falling since you had been asleep for quite some time, yet for some reason, you couldn’t hear him at all.

Steadily, you began to stand up with your hand on the mattress to keep some stability in case you did stumble back before you began to make your way towards the gap of the glass door that Itadori and Todo left through before gently lifting your head up to admire the clear sky from above.

‘It’s warm…’

Casually, your body began to lean on the side of the door to give yourself some support as you began to brisk in some of the light warmth the sun was giving you as if that was enough to bring you the comfort that you wanted right now before noticing how the wind was slowly picking up.

“Gojo, you would really get back in bed, you’re still in the healing process and it’s quite cold,” Kugisaki mentioned as she stood up to come to collect you and guide you back to back. However, for some reason, something was telling her to stop as she noticed how you were not listening to anyone at all - or, you just didn’t hear them as it seemed like your hearing was blocked for any human to human communication.

Instantly, the wind that was picking up suddenly blew out a large gush causing some of the leaves from the trees to violently ruffle from its branches while your hair was now messily blowing in the wind as you leaned against the side closer to maintain your footing before you steadily noticed a few pink petals making their way towards you from your right side causing your eyes to widen in shock.

‘There’s still some more?’

Slowly lifting your hand to the sky, you lightly felt the petal grazed your fingers ever so slightly before they slowly become disintegrated to a flow of cursed energy they were made out of causing Kugisaki to look at them in amazement as she stood by your side, as she realised that more was coming towards you both as if you were a magnet to them leading her to come to an assumption that you were the one that cast the flowers back when she was in the veil with the other students and teachers as she remembered that Gojo mentioned that you had used a lot of cursed energy.

“Pretty…” you softly muttered with a small but disheartened smile, trying to hide the emptiness that your heart now had to endure.

“Right,” Kugisaki answered back as she leaned her body on your side while continuing to admire the small flower show that was happening right now causing you both to not realise that the person behind you had his eyes widened as if he had just remembered something that he had completely forgotten about.

                                              ꕥ

“So anyways, a lot happened and some people died, but how about it? Want to  continue with the exchange event?” Gojo asked all the students who were in the room right now...well all of them minus one.

“Where is Gojo though? Shouldn’t she be here?” Fushiguro asked while standing here the staircase as Kugisaki and Maki began to look around the room to see if you really weren’t here with them causing him to look at Fushiguro, scared about his perspective skills.

“Ah~ about that, she’s moving her stuff from her dorm to my clan’s estate for her safety!” Gojo announced before clapping his hands to the side like he did when you first came into Jujutsu Tech leading everyone in the room to widen their eyes at the news since it was quite unexpected since you seemed like the type to reject the idea since Tengen’s barrier was helping you to be protected - but for you, it was easier for you to hide your family heritage if you weren’t in the dorms much to your dismay.

“I don’t know what to say about it…” Itadori muttered as he was thinking of an answer for both the continuation of the Kyoto Sister Exchange Event as well as your sudden move away from the Jujutsu Tech student dorms.

“Obviously...we continuing it, of course,” Todo declared, causing Itadori to suddenly tense up as he steadily backed up near Gojo to have some coverage and security.

“Your reasons?” Gojo asked as he turned to look at the Kyoto student.

“First, only those with a connection to the dead have the right to mourn them, it’s not our place to butt in there and second, if people have died, that’s all the more reason we need to become stronger, besides if it weren’t for the flower technique back then, we wouldn’t have been able to cause more crucial damage to those cursed spirits. Acquired strength comes from the accumulation of results. Tasting defeat and savouring victory is what leads up to grow, the most important part is for those results to exist,” Todo explained as he became to recall the blue lightning that damaged the special-grade curse to a massive degree which was enough for him to gain the upper ground during his fight leading Gojo to internally smile at the information.

“Todo-senpai’s surprisingly reliable,” Miwa whispered to her classmate Mai.

“Reliably crazy,” Mai answered as she rested her head on her knuckles.

“Third, when a student feels like they weren’t able to bring out their best, it hangs over them until they die,” Todo mentioned with a confident smile.

“How old are you?” Gojo suddenly questioned, as Todo wasn’t even as old as he was and the Kyoto student was already talking about ‘hangs over then until they die’.

“I’m fine with that,” Fushiguro mentioned.

“We’ll win anyway,” Kugisaki stated with confidence.

“It sounds stupid, but he has a point,” Kamo replied with calmness.

“Why don’t you rest, Kamo-kun?” Nishimiya mentioned as she stared at her classmate with a fed-up expression due to the bandages wrapped around his face.

“No objections here,” Panda declared as he was answering for the second years in the Tokyo side.

“Salmon~” Inumaki replied back.

“Will we draw lots for the individual battle pair-ups? I want to see Gojo beat Todo’s ass again,” Maki asked before mentioning you since she wanted to see you in a proper fight rather than the million of practice rounds you had with her causing Kugisaki to smile at the thought as well.

“Huh? There are no individual battles this year,” Gojo unexpectedly announced, causing all of the students from both Tokyo and Kyoto to become extremely perplexed.

“I hate routines, you know. Every year, we put the competition methods in this box and open it on the day of,” Gojo explained before tossing the wooden box to Itadori, who looked up for his permission to take out whatever was in the box which he was granted when the teacher nodded at him.

Reaching into the wooden box, Itadori’s fingers felt one single piece of paper within the box before he carefully took it out to see what was written on it, only for him to blink that the wording in pure confusion.

“Baseball?!” Principal Yaga exclaimed in confusion leading Itadori to suddenly discover that both principals from the Jujutsu Tech schools were peering over his shoulders, causing Gojo to walk out of the building with a pleasant smile on his face.

Once outside, he could hear the commotion from behind as he stretched his arms happily before placing his hands in his pocket as he noticed you were standing in front of him with some distance, while one hand on your hips and the other holding a familiar carton of orange juice that he remembered leaving on the bedside table when you were recovering.

“Going home?” he asked before making his way towards you.

                                              ꕥ

Currently, you were walking towards a certain baseball field after finishing some moving your items to the Gojo clan’s estate with an outfit consisting of a simple white button-up shirt tucked into a long black skirt paired with black heeled ankle boots that you decided to wear for the first time since they had been sitting in the box for quite some time after you had brought them on your last shopping trip with Kugisaki.

From what you could hear from the distance, there seemed to be a lot of shouting going on meaning someone didn’t know the rules of the game or they just been called out and the player wasn’t having it at all.

Opening the metal gate, a few people began to notice you coming into the field leading some of your Tokyo classmates to greet you while a certain black divine dog decided to leave it’s owners side to rush to yours before sitting down in front of you with what seemed to be a happy look on its face causing a small smile tp quickly appear on your face as you began to pat its head.

“Hi there,” you greeted it, causing the dog to bark back at you while its tail continuously thumped the ground as if to express the happiness it had when it saw you.

“Shouldn’t you go back to Fushiguro to play the game?” you questioned it causing it to whine slightly before listening to you as it got up and turned back around to head towards Fushiguro, leading you to look at the side to see if there were any seats for you to sit on.

“Ah, Gojo! Are you going to play baseball with us?” Itadori asked cheerfully, causing you to smile back at him before rejecting the offer.

“You guys already started, so there is no point in my playing, but thank you for the invite,” you stated before quickly taking a seat on the bench behind you as you patted your skirt to stop any creases that were going to appear before spectating the game that was happening in front of you right now.

After a while, you had to admit that watching everyone from Jujutus Tech play baseball was certainly more interesting than the actual official game themselves on the TV screen you see from time to time, while Kugisaki throwing her helmet to the ground after the whole pitching machine incident to everyone being shocked at Momo catching the ball on her broom leading Itadori and Inumaki to shout to Todo being hit by Maki’s pitch leading everyone to encourage her further.

‘What a mess’ you thought with a grateful expression on your face that you weren’t playing in his game for the second day of the Exchange Event.

“Are you okay?” someone suddenly asked, causing you to snap out of your thoughts to look to your right to find Fushiguro looking at you with an unreadable expression on his face. 

Unable to say your answer, you nodded at him before turning back to face yourself forwards as you gradually began to recall some of the events that had happened for the past few days before your head steadily placed itself on the middle of your chest as the empty feeling was somewhat still lingering - like as if something was dragged out of your soul.

‘1000 years ago…’

“Yeah...I’m fine,” you answered slowly as more information began to recall in your mind. From how you were sealed a thousand years ago only for the same sealed to be opened fifteen years ago leading to where you were now...surrounded by people that could potentially either keep you safe or do something that had many outcomes, especially with Sukuna residing within Itadori - with relief he didn’t know anything about your real birth.

‘Should I tell Gojo?’

“Gojo...I wanted to ask...have we met before? Like before we met in Sendai?” Fushiguro questioned you with a stutter causing your eyebrow to crook up in confusion leading Kugisaki, who was next to you to look at you with the same confusion.

“No, we never met before, you drag,” you answered, still perplexed on how he came up with a question with such an obvious answer leading you to lift your hand to flick his forehead for such a stupid question.

“Is that so?” Fushiguro muttered under his breath before looking up in the sky with amazement at how far Itadori had hit the ball with his bat while you and Kugisaki did the same.

‘Tiger of the West Middle...still lives up to that name’

Unexpectedly, you heard a childish giggle leading you to turn your head to find Gojo passing the school principals while using his infinity to keep the ants below his feet safe to which caused you to scoff in amazement at how lacked he was to use his technique all the time.

“Let’s go home Y/N!” Gojo shouted, causing you to look at him with a crooked eyebrow before scoffing once again at his playful behaviour.

“Let’s go home,” you whispered under your breath before everyone in the first year stood by your side and followed you out of the field to have a conversation with you before you left to go back to the Gojo estate.

‘Home huh?’

© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

[nightowlfandom]

CEO! Min Yoongi- My Favorite Secretary

Why hello there!

ANON ASKS

Hi! Want to make a nasty petition pls. I want CEO Yoongi but he is so mean and strict with y/n he discharges all his frustrations and stress on her until he gets to fuck with her. I want a hard smut plsss

With these :

3, 15, 21, 60, 66

OOOOH FUN!!! LET’S GET INTO IT I was not too proud of this one...but here you go! Yo this one was LOOONNGGG, like shit. 

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

15- Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby.

21- That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you? Look up at me like I’m your god.

60- I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling.

66- I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!

leggo!!

... (Monday)

“You’ll have to redo these reports.” a stack of papers was thrown onto your desk. You stared up at your boss in disbelief. 

“And just what’s wrong with them?” you raised an eyebrow. 

“There are exactly 15 typos in these reports and since I don’t care enough to go through them with you, I want them redone.” 

Min Fucking Yoongi. CEO of Bangtan Enterprises. You of course were a humble secretary who wrote reports on every idol and client that walked through the damn door. 

“I spent hours on those!” you tried to defend. “I already deleted the stupid file to save space on my computer!”

“You have until the end of the week.” he walked away without another word. 

“Sora didn’t even turn in her reports because she stayed up playing fucking Doki Doki Handsome Husband Haven and you gave her an extension!” 

Yoongi didn’t respond as he turned the corner. 

“Are you fucking kidding me.” you seethed. 

... (Thursday Afternoon)

“Y/N!” you heard the horribly scary voice. 

“What now?” you whimpered. You turned around in your chair to see your boss fuming. “Yes, Mr. Min?”

“YOUR REPORTS ON MY CLIENT ARE LATE!”

“No they aren’t! They aren’t due for another three days!” you tried to defend. Everyone else was starting to stare. They all knew how they treated you and they all felt super bad that he chose you to bully. 

“I SENT AN EMAIL YESTERDAY SAYING I WANTED IT TODAY AT 10:00 IT’S NOW 2:00!”

“No you didn’t! I would have seen it-” you tried to speak.

“YOU HAVE TWENTY MINUTES TO HAVE IT DONE OR YOU CAN SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR JOB.” 

“Y/N, don’t cry...you’re doing that thing you do when you’re about to cry.” your friend came over to your side. “Don’t waste your tears on that asshole.”

You inhaled dramatically, starting to type furiously through your blurry vision. You felt the tear slip down your cheek and you went to furiously wipe it.

...(Lunchtime: Thursday Afternoon)

Sobbing in the bathroom was a thing right?

Your two friends, Dahyun and Sana stood outside the bathroom stall as you sobbed into your hands. They were convincing you to not quit.

“Y/N, You know this is the only job that will let you live comfortably in this city. Other than being a teacher...and who’d want that?” Sana shuddered. “He’s done this more than TWICE now.” (...I’M NOT SORRY)

“I HATE HIM! I FUCKING HATE HIM.” You cried. “WHY IS HE ALWAYS MEAN TO ME!” You furiously wiped your eyes.

“Y/N, Open the door.” Dahyun sighed. “Let us in.”

The stall door slowly open and your two friends were met by a totally distraught woman. Your hands were stained with your eyeliner that you hand managed to completely wipe off leaving your tired face. 

“Y/N, he’s working you to the bone. You don’t even smile anymore.” Sana kneeled in front of you, taking your dirty hands into hers. “Why do you let him bully you?”

“Because if I don’t, I won’t have a job.” you sniffed. 

“Is someone dying in here?” you heard Miss. Hyuna, another boss walk in. “Aw honey, did a boyfriend break up with you...do you want me to ‘accidentally’ get his car towed?”

Miss Hyuna was both Sana’s and Dahyun’s boss, you guys just liked to have lunch together.

“It’s Mr. Min.” Dahyun spoke for you. “He’s working Y/N to the bone. He only ever bullies her and no one else. I’ve seen it personally.”

“Is that so?” she raised an eyebrow, looking less than happy. “Is that true Miss. L/N. Is Mr. Min treating you unfairly?”

You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded. 

“All he does is yell at and belittle her every chance he gets.” Sana looked at Miss. Hyuna.

“Hm, I’ll go talk to him, right now. If he fires you, he’ll answer to me.” was all she said before she walked away. She ignored Sana trying to hold you back from stopping her.

Hyuna walked out of the bathroom with fire in her eyes. She walked by your desk only to see what looked like an open notebook with the words ‘The Min Yoongi Files’ written in permanent marker on the first page.

“This must be her case.” she shut the notebook, ignoring the childish looking anime stickers on the inside page. “I should take this for evidence, I hope she won’t mind.”

“Yoongi!” Hyuna stormed into his office, shutting the door behind her.

“Hey Hyuna, what’s up?” Yoongi looked up from his lunch. “What can I do for you?”

“What’s this I hear about you mistreating a worker? One of YOUR workers?”

“Pardon me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Mistreating?”

“Two of MY workers are busy consoling Y/N L/N in the ladies restroom on their lunch break of all times because according to all three of them, you’ve been unfairly treating her!!” she glared. She slammed the notebook down on his desk. “This should speak for itself.” she sighed. 

“I don’t mistreat Y/N L/N, She’s insolent! She needs discipline.”

“SHE’S YOUNG.” Was Hyuna’s comeback. “You can’t treat her like she’s a piece of garbage just because she makes one typo!” 

“Her typos cost us time.”

“So does your shameless reprimanding her for missing a semicolon.” she rebutted. “Think about it! Are men always this stupid.” she looked him up and down before walking out of his office.

Yoongi watched dumbfounded. He took at look at the notebook she left behind.

“Property of Y/N L/N.” he read aloud. He flipped it open to the first page to see a bunch of shiny and matte stickers all over the inside cover. “The Min Yoongi Files? Speak for itself, huh?” (read more below the break)

...

(The Next Morning) (Smut Warning)

You begrudgingly trudged into the office. Not only were you tired, but you were dreading. You had multiple deadlines.

“L/N, MY OFFICE.”

“Shit...” you seethed. You walked past your desk into Yoongi’s office. He was sitting at his desk, flipping through the pages of a very familiar looking book. “You wanted to see me sir?”

“Yes, I did.” he shut the book and slid it over to you. “Care to explain?”

“Holy fu- ” You had forgotten you left your diary on your desk. How did he get a hold of that?

“ I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling. Hyuna gave it to me thinking it was a list of every terrible thing I’ve done to you. I didn’t know it would be a list of every terrible thing you wanted me to do to you.” his face spread into a smirk. 

“You read my property-”

“My name is on it, which means it’s company property by association.” he was still smirking. “Y/N, Y/N Y/N...I didn’t know you were such a needy little girl. On my desk, in the breakroom? The elevator of all places?? I didn’t even know you enjoyed when I raised my voice.“ he raised an eyebrow. “You do realize I could have you fired for writing about me in such a way.”

“Yes sir.” you whimpered. “I’ll have all my sh-..stuff off my desk by-”

“Y/N what on earth are you talking about?” he raised an eyebrow. “Surely you don’t think you are fired.”

“I’m sorry?” you raised an eyebrow, becoming very confused. 

“Even though I’m an asshole, a big jerk, and the bane of your existence, you still want me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you have more of a backbone than I thought. I sure as hell wouldn’t want to miss a chance to break that spirit of yours.” he rose to his feet and walked around his desk to face you. “Get over here.” he urged.

He grabbed you by the hand and yanked you to his chest. He crashed his hot mouth over yours, capturing you in a kiss. He held both sides of your face gingerly. In a shock, you held onto his blazer jacket to stop from falling over.

“Hmm.” he moaned. 

“Mr. Min!” you gasped. “We can’t- I’m your secretary!! And I don’t know if you’re aware of this but you hate me.”

“ Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby. “ he laughed manically. “And who the hell said I hated you? Plus you want this. I know you do because you wouldn’t have written about me throwing you on my desk and eating that little pussy...fuck that was my favorite story to date.” he spoke in a babyish voice. “Shit I’ve always loved what that ass does to me.”

You felt yourself melt in every way. The thought that someone would storm in didn’t even cross your mind. He back you up against the table, sitting you on the desk. Yoongi tore off his blazer and hastily undid his necktie.

He broke away from you, allowing you to suck in air. You took a deep breath as you felt your lips. He practically tore his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere to reveal that body. To say you were taken aback was the understatement of the century.

“ That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you?” he smirked as you stared him down “ Look up at me like I’m your god” he quoted the exact words from the entry you had written just 5 days ago. 

“Oh, you read the whole thing.” you squeaked. “I am so fucked.” you whimpered.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve been needing a good way to unleash my stress.” he shrugged. “This is perfect..” he motioned, tugging the hem of your shirt, playing with and unfastening each button. “I can take out my stress and you get to feel the real thing instead of writing shameless fan fiction.” he laughed. “Don’t make any mistakes,” he drank in your body. “I want this to be more than sex.”

Before you could say another word, Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist again. He leaned down and softly kissed your lips. You just prayed he didn’t taste the bacon, egg, and, cream cheese bagel you ate this morning. You didn’t know what to do, so you shyly returned his affections.

“Come on, act like how you write about. Moan for me, grab my hair-” he mumbled through kisses. “Kiss me like you hate me.” he grunted. “Unless-...”

He abruptly yanked down your skirt along with your panties. “Maybe we should do this right. Spread em, secretary.”

He wasted no time in hooking your legs around his shoulders. 

“Mr. M-min.” you whimpered, feeling something wet trailed up your slit. 

“Shit...you taste so fucking good.” he moaned. “Damnit Y/N, you coulda told me you wanted me earlier.” he flicked his tongue against your clit. “Maybe if you had a good fuck, your reports would be more punctual.”

“That report wasn’t due and you know it.” you found it in you to reply. You tilted your head back, feeling his fingers be introduced into your tightness. “F-fuh”

 “Come on, you love this shit.” he laughed, lashing his tongue against you. “Beg for me, beg for my mouth, beg for me to make you cum.” he moaned into your heat. “I said FUCKING BEG! ” he thrust his fingers even deeper. “Come on, scream my name.”

“M. Min, I- we- you....”

“Not that...my first name...fucking say it I wanna hear it. I wanna hear if its as cute in my mind when I read how I made you squirt all over my fucking desk.” he kept moving his mouth and fingers against you.

“Y-yoongi.” you obeyed. This only encouraged him.

 “I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.” he giggled.

(3 days later... )

You were sitting at your desk when a stack of papers was thrown on your desk.

“There are 8 typos, fix them.” was all he said before he walked off. 

“Not again.” your work friend, seethed “what is it this time.“ She didn’t look up from her computer as you flipped through the pages.

My office, now secretary ;). Followed by a whole bunch of gibberish that lasted several pages.

“I’ll go talk to him” you rolled your eyes, taking the pile with you. You walked into his office. “Okay sir-” you began, walking through the door. You closed it behind you. “What seems to be the-”

Before you could talk any more, you felt his hand trail under your skirt. You felt his breathy laugh on the back of your neck. 

“I was hoping...we could go over your reports last week. I don’t think we got enough done, do you?”

(I was on a deadline....BUT I DID IT, my head is POUNDING)

[hanibalistic]

#FFD500 | PARK JISUNG.

genre | fluff, meet cute au, strangers au

word count | 1781

warning | smoking ​

with suit and tie, styled hair, minimal makeup, and a heavy name on his back, jisung realized he could not do it. he could not bring himself to enter the main scene of high school prom.

nervous sweat drenched his hands and he hastily wiped away at the side of his hips. the blinking neon lights coming through the small windows of the assembly hall doors, and the loud blasty music that belonged to none other than his very own idol group made him feel isolated in this dark, empty school hallway he has barely walked across since he got accepted into the school.

there was no point in this. there was no point in attending. donghyuck had encouraged him the most when he was debating whether he wanted to go to prom; he said it could help with blowing off some steam, and there might even be a possibility of meeting someone eccentric, like how he did when he decided to attend prom two years back. jisung had believed him, and now he realized he should not have.

he barely attended school because of his conflicting schedule as a worldwide idol. logically speaking, he shouldn't even be allowed to graduate with the number of absences in his record, but he did so with flying colors anyway. he was everyone's friend and he has no friends; there would be no one to talk to inside, and the clear superiority in accomplishment he held might make things embarrassing and awkward for him.

he understood why donghyuck would deem his experience at his prom great. it was because he knew how to talk, he knew how to charm, and he was never shy around people. jisung believed his story when he talked about the student he frantically danced with under artificial lights. for donghyuck, having met someone eccentric was merely a fortunate coincidence, if not a miracle that he met someone exactly like him.

jisung was nothing like that. he knew he was nothing like that. dealing with strangers, let alone the mysteriously off ones, was never his forte. he would just make a fool of himself, he would not be having a good time.

going to prom was a bad idea. he should leave.

"jesus–watch it!"

"ah..." his voice dimmed as he immediately turned toward the direction of where the explosive voice came from. his hurrying steps halted to a stumble before a stop, and he eyed you up and down carefully before he dipped his head. "sorry... i–i didn't mean to scare you."

"i wasn't scared, just startled," you retorted quickly, but your voice was much calmer than your initial snap. tapping the lit cigarette in your hand lightly with your index finger, you mumbled as you eyed him with mild curiosity after your angry brows faded, "you came out in a hurry. forgot you had an award show to attend to, hmm?"

"oh–no, it's not that–" jisung paused abruptly, he wasn't sure why. when you raised a brow at him, almost impatiently it seemed, he gulped down a nervous knot and scratched the back of his head. "sorry, i just.. i didn't think you would know me."

you blinked at him as you swiped your tongue against your teeth, clicking with what jisung could not tell was menace or disinterest. either way, they were both bad. taking a short puff of the cigarette, you exhaled a cloud of smoke before you mused, "who said i know you, park jisung?"

he gulped, visibly distraught and confused.

"you just said–"

"i just what?"

he gulped again when his meek sentence was cut off so quickly. not even his brothers have interrupted him like this before, at least not with the genuine intention to anyway. it seemed that at this moment, he further came to the realization just how well he was taken care of by everyone around him, because could such a simple jab to a social interaction cause him such anxiety if he was used to it?

(he was glad he wasn't used to it.)

"what is a hotshot like you doing here anyway?" you fired the sudden question, looking to him with intrigue.

you were never one to engage in idol activities. you weren't even in this school to become an artist; you were forced here by your parents who stood somewhere in the industry. one day they realized you had the voice and the range to deserve the spotlight, and here you were stuck in those shit-ugly, overdue-banana-colored uniforms, trying to be a star you didn't want to be.

but jisung—you knew jisung. everybody knew jisung. your classmates, the teachers, that random american tourist who asked you for directions in the street, that kpop warrior online who kept screenshots of netizen articles and translating them out of context. everybody knew jisung, but very few knew him enough.

you didn't care much for him, but your curiosity just had to be fulfilled now that you were seeing him in person. what was he doing here, in a suit and sweating through his hair? did he always talked this shyly or was it your typical idol persona act? were you scaring him and should you do it even more to purposefully leave a bad impression?

your stare was confronting in this silence. granted, it was his turn to speak, so he was at blame for your lingering gaze on him. "i thought... i thought maybe i could go to prom," he finally replied quietly.

you hummed in acknowledgment, then you tilted your head. you looked behind your shoulder into the school, your eyes briefly grazing past the colorful doors that were the entrance to literal teenage hell, and you jabbed your thumb toward the direction. "prom is that way, though, dumbo."

"i know that," jisung said, embarrassed. "i just... i don't have friends."

you laughed, and once again jisung couldn't tell if you were genuinely amused or it was a response of mockery. inhaling carefully, you longing exhaled the smoke as your dazed eyes looked past him, with a smile so vague it seemed unnatural.

"what are you talking about? you've got friends. you got friends everywhere!"

"i... i don't?"

"sure you do!" you exclaimed boldly as you stretched your arms out to the sky, eyes ablaze at the stars above. "they are everywhere for you, jisung. you got friends everywhere because everyone wants to be your friend. you have options, you are just not taking them!"

"but they're not–" he licked his lower lip nervously, feeling a sense of sorrow cast over him upon the teenage loneliness he gained in trade for his success. "they're not real friends."

you paused.

real friends?

you paused; motions stopped, arms empty without strength, and eyes hallow with confused questioning. you stared at jisung as if he was a foreign creature who had said something absurd, so absurd you had to decide whether you wanted to ridicule him or interrogate him first.

what are real friends, anyway?

people who love you but do nothing about it, people who say they love you but do not, people who act upon loving you but do not? people who leave you alone at a bad time because you asked them to, people who would not leave you alone at a bad time even if you asked them to, people who knew how to juggle in between? people who comfort you because they understood you, people who advise because they could not understand you, people who try to relate to you because it was what they knew to be comfortable?

which one of those was real? were any of them fake simply because you didn't like it? when did you get crowned the decision-maker?

what are real friends, anyway? why does it matter, anyway?

why does truth matter if the lies treat you so well?

when you made up your mind to do both, you began to move fluidly again. your lips opened to breathe, and you chuckled sardonically at his naivety.

"what do you need the realness for? lies are lies only if it bothers you, essentially meaning you don't really need the absence of lies," you said. "who cares about real friends, you just need friends. don't you think you are expecting too much from humanity?"

there was sympathy in jisung that he did not know had risen. the basis of the situation, of why you came to the conclusion that people were less than gentle and kind, he knew nothing of but he was sorry for. whether something has happened in your life, or if you simply grew to be cynical, the lack of tiny joys in life must be a terrible feast.

he also knew he hasn't the energy and wit to argue himself to victory; his humanism, the desire to prove that people are good because his people have been good, would not be enough to shake you.

"shouldn't you stop smoking?" he asked, promptly changing the subject.

you removed the cigarette from your mouth, brows furrowed in annoyance now that the attention was directed toward you. you exhaled the smoke slowly from your throat, and you tilted your head up to the sky where you gently said, "maybe not. i just can't seem to die."

your god-given voice just wouldn't let off.

"do you plan to go back in after then? smelling like smoke?" he asked.

"don't mock me boy." you grinned with a glare hanging off the corner of your mouth. "and no, i am not going back in. i don't have friends, but unlike you, i just don't have friends because i am a raging asshole."

jisung finally breathed out a giggle, but it was abruptly short. he covered his mouth and lowered his head, only peeking up at you occasionally. "well, if it's any consolation, i don't think you're all that bad."

your eyes fluttered as you silently tapped your cigarette. he was just as you expected but a little more. you could understand why people like him so much now; his innocence wasn’t a drag, it was a charm. 

you gave him a silent but thankful smile before you looked away. "yeah. thanks."

jisung thought you looked less angry now; eyes at the stars, wishful and longing to be above. the blush that blossomed on his cheeks remained despite the faded nervousness, maybe it was because he felt a fondness toward you he usually wouldn't toward the people he spend his time around; you were a classmate, someone his age, someone who could understand him if allowed.

an eccentric stranger that donghyuck suspected he might meet.

maybe it was a good idea that he never went to prom.

[todoscript]

prompt 100, todoroki, smut? first time/confession?

Always You.

Prompt | “All I know is that if you don’t tell me to stop I’m going to kiss you.”

Genre | SMUT. Fluff.

Pairing | Todoroki Shouto x Fem!Reader

Words | 5.2K+

Warnings | 18+. Smut. Oral. Penetration. Semi-public sex. Body worship. Characters are aged up. Feelings Revealed. Cuddling. 

Summary | Hearing your troubled thoughts about the daunting future ahead of you, Shouto finally realizes what you meant to him all this time.

A/N | I’ve been wanting to dabble with smut, so thank you Anon for this request (also I’m assuming you requested the prompt based on this list from my past drabble event). This is my first time posting e/xplicit content so beware of all the warnings. Other than that, please let me know your thoughts!

Big thank you to @sadistiks and @shoutogepi for beta reading! I really appreciate it! <3

For the longest time, since the very first year of his high school journey to becoming a hero, Todoroki Shouto knew that you were special to him. But he didn’t realize what these emotions meant.

At first, the feelings bombarded his thoughts like a haze—a screen of smoke he couldn’t see past. He initially discerned it as an affliction down his path, blocking his sight from the light at the end of his heroic odyssey. Yet even when he waved the murk away, he felt your spirit was still somehow manifested within him.

The darkness of the dim first floor greeted him when he arrived down from the elevator, the agony of no sleep pestering mind. The light shuddered back inside as he stepped out, a ding echoing throughout the quiet atmosphere that was the dead of the night. He trekked down the halls, past the kitchen, and into the common space where only a single flicker of candlelight met his vision.

However, when he approached closer, he noticed the fire wasn’t alone. There you were, sat on the couch with warm, soothing tea nestled in your hands.

“Y/n,” he called out, and you heard his voice quickly in the silence. You turned around, knowing well it was Shouto from the distinct husk in his tone and not your teacher Aizawa coming to reproach you for still being up so late.

“Oh Shouto, couldn’t sleep either?” you asked. He replied with a nod, which compelled you to pat the cushions on the couch. He took your offer and established himself into the light, sitting next to you.

For a moment, a gentle lull instilled itself into the atmosphere. You didn’t say anything to each other, but your presences were enough to soothe the strain in your bodies and release any disturbing thoughts plaguing your minds. It was an unspoken form of affirmation between you two that Shouto was oddly fond of. When you perched your cup of tea onto the coffee table, you finally cut the silence.

“I’ve been… thinking…” Your words drifted off, and Shouto removed his sight from the candle’s dancing fire to turn to you.

“About?” He poked the remark further.

“Our class. Our journey to becoming heroes,” you answered, folding your legs into you on the couch with your chin propped against your knees. “Soon, it’ll all be over.”

Your words lingered with distraught at the thought that within a few months left in your third year, the next step in your path will open forward, leaving a curtain to draw close on the current one you’ve walked upon for nearly three years now. It was unsettling. Realizing the habits you’ve established, and the faces you’ve been accustomed to throughout each day, will suddenly vanish within the instant you approached life after high school. It scared you as much as it did the boy by your side, which to him was strange.

It shouldn’t bother him as much. He’s worked himself up since he was a child, grinding sweat and rigor through his bones to achieve this goal. He’s known across his entire life that he’d eventually end up at this point and move further toward that dream of becoming a Pro Hero. Yet when you addressed the troubling notions out loud, he grew conflicted.

“That’s right. We’ll be walking on our different paths after,” Shouto said. It was then he realized the weight amassed in that single statement. That once the year is over, you won’t be ingrained into each other’s lives anymore. He wouldn’t get to see your smiling face greeting him every morning or engage in the compelling conversations you enacted between classes. His life would be different from then on out, and the idea of the emptiness carved into it after your departure left an ache in him, making him hollow.

“A-Are you ready for it? To move on and leave everything behind?” you stuttered as if anxious to receive his answer. Deep down, you wanted to believe the boy still desired to hang onto the present and the relationships woven into this fabric of time, rather than cut them off and start a new seam. However, you could not forget about his achievements and hard work, forged through sheer will and determination. He was amongst the top in your entire year, and you couldn’t neglect that he was destined for bigger and better things after. It would be selfish of you to anchor him down with these chilling notions of yours.

Yet as Shouto thought over the questions, he envisioned his trudge down this long winding road, and then remembered everything. He remembered all the times his eyes lingered on you, and the silent, reassuring exchanges you sent each other between infinitesimal moments. He remembered all the words you spoke to him when his spirits were down, recalling whenever he willingly sought out your presence just to be near you—next to you. And he remembered the heat on his body and the confliction he dealt with whenever he craved your touch as every thought of you ignited a blaze he wished you could douse out, lest his sense of reason be incinerated. 

It’s when he reached the end of this path, and the light peaked in its brightest form that he ultimately realized. The light was you. It was always you from the beginning. You were never the haze obscuring his journey, but the luminosity that guided his way, showing him to who he truly was and helping him experience all the joys on this path.

Shouto snuck a glance over to you while your eyes still lined downward at the quivering reflection of the cup of chamomile tea next to the candle. The single light source illuminated every crest beautified on your face, and he beheld the vulnerability within the moment as if you were the only thing on this earth. You made him happy and filled that void in his existence that plagued him before he arrived at U.A., like the missing piece of an incomplete puzzle. He could not fathom the world around him without you.

Shouto breathed a heavy sigh from his lips. Despite your doubt and suspense, his answer felt all too obvious to him.

“No, I don’t think I’m ready to move on just yet,” he conclusively admitted. When you perceived his answer, you loosened your legs clutched to your chest, and met his eyes with an astonished expression.

“Shouto, what are you saying?” You tried to urge him to rethink his words again, understand what they meant. Shouto, out of the majority of everyone in your year, should be more than prepared for the future to come. You’ve known the boy so closely throughout your three years together, but you couldn’t discern whatever could be troubling his mind for him to be afraid of taking that leap forward.

“There’s… something in this life that I’m not willing to let go of yet,” he cast his gaze to the small flit of the candle before shifting it to the glow of your irises. His hands reached out and entwined with yours, and the comforting touch of your warm skin gave him the fortitude to continue.

“You. I don’t think I’m ready to leave you yet, Y/n,” he told you, and in the quiet, the words nearly echo through your mind. Initially, you’re speechless at the confession, but you don’t pull away. In fact, you gripped his hands tighter, like maybe the Shouto in front of you was a mirage conjured by your lack of sleep. However, he’s real. The unwavering stare, the altering sensations clasped against his calloused palms, the resolute composure on his handsome features. They were all real. 

“Sh-Shouto… I—”

“I realized what you meant to me. You’re always on my mind because you’re the one thing in this life I can’t go without, the one person I won’t and can’t move on from.” Though a man of few words, he mustered the strength to utter this unyielding declaration. 

“I’m in love with you, Y/n,” he imparted the words he’s been meaning to tell you—the words that finally answered the confusion he felt all this time and lifted the veil that clouded him.

Your eyes shimmered, hearing the heart behind his affirmation. Your face shifted from a mien of confliction to one of acceptance, allowing yourself to wholeheartedly welcome the emotions he finally unshackled from the depths of his soul.

“Shouto, I… I love you. I think deep down, I’ve always felt the same, I just never knew if it was right for us to be together,” you said, and it obliged him to return an enlightened look while he slowly inched closer.

“But… What does this mean from here on out?” you tried to ask through a whisper, but the ceasing proximity between you two blanks your mind to only the attention of Shouto’s face drawing near, his cold breath tickling your lips.

“I don’t know. All I know is that if you don’t tell me to stop, I’m going to kiss you,” he warned yet didn’t stop to pause as his eager lips finally met yours in a searing sensation of emotions. Your mind adjusted to the caress of his lips, soon melding perfectly into his with a simple tilt of your head.

Shouto brought a hand up to hold your jaw while his other gripped underneath your thigh to adjust your position, now straddling him on the couch to allow your bodies to press together intimately. Naturally, your arms found their way around his neck while you continued mingling your lips for kiss after kiss in the empty common space, tongues dancing together. He palmed at every inch of your skin, traveling from the expanse of your naked legs to your ass, and then up to your clothed breasts. Through these motions, you grounded yourself against him and felt the growing shape beneath his sweatpants form against your covered cunt.

Your lips detached for a second. You stared into the evident lustful haze fogged in his fraternal twin irises, a playful grin on your swollen lips. “Are you sure all you want to do is kiss?”

He mirrored your smirk, hands lightly grazing your thighs teasingly. “Not even close, love.”

Hearing the endearing name caused a heat to pool in your lower-half, which continued to grow desperately hot while he embarked his mouth on a journey across the expanse of your neck. You winced at the array of fervent kisses left in his wake and noticed his hands busied themselves by rubbing circles against your torso to your hips underneath your sleeping clothes. He brushed up against your breasts, unrestricted due to an absence of a bra. His touch felt like fire, and sent you into dizzying desire. It wasn’t long until he finally tugged on the hem of your shirt. Taking the hint, you moved your arms up to allow him to pull the article of clothing off.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he muttered and wasted no time in admiring your bare upper body, tossing your shirt to the side. Though he only spoke of beautifying praises, he noticed your hesitance when you hovered your arms in front of him, cheeks growing vividly hot. At this, he took your hands in his and moved them away from obscuring the beautiful sight before his adamant, loving gaze.

“I mean it. You’re the prettiest thing on this earth, Y/n,” he assured, planting a kiss against each of your palms then settling them on his shoulders.

“And I’m going to make sure—” His words paused as his mouth attached to your skin once more.

“That your beautiful body—” He molded his lips against the underside of one mound, traveling upward.

“Knows all the things—” it eventually made its way to your nip that shivered and hardened through the exposure to the cold air, “I’ll be doing to it.”

Hearing those sensual words leave the mouth of a man usually so composed and calm made your mind scatter in a hazy daze that drenched you from your panties to the thin material of your shorts, undoubtedly wetting his sweatpants in the process.

“Mm… Ahh…” you breathed out a sigh of moans next to his ear thanks to his methodical movements, which sounded like a melody he would repeat over and over in his head for years to come. One of his large hands slipped behind you down your shorts to grip your ass, ignoring the clothing, and the other wandered to your breast that wasn’t occupied by the heated presses of his mouth. You tried to keep yourself anchored to reality and not drift off in the hot air of lust by gripping behind his head and weaving your fingers in his dual-colored tresses. Unknowingly, you pressed him further into you, and he gladly continued to indulge in his simulations.

Eventually, he parted from your body to sit back and admire his handy work, which were the marks adorned on your skin and the needy look on your face left in his wake. The glimmer of the candlelight behind you accentuated the outline of your figure, and he wanted to ingrain this pretty image into his head so badly.

“Sh-Shouto…” you whined, and his eyes perked up.

“What is it, love?” he asked, though his hands continued caressing your waist and thighs almost tauntingly, discerning the desire in your voice.

“I want…”

“Want what?” he pried on.

“You know what I want...” You bashfully eyed down his lap, fingers tracing below his shirt to the waistband of his pants, tugging.

“Hm, do I?” he jeered, and you cursed at how he dragged out your desires while falling further into his mischief from the way he resumed stroking the fever of your skin.

“Yes, you do,” you ground against his erection once more, hoping to spark a reaction. And in the end, you received one in the form of his hands gripping your hips to still your movements. 

“Fuck…” His brows narrowed tightly together from the shift that caused blood to spike through his cock. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want, love—what you need,” he finally assured, softly touching your cheek with the back of his hand before planting a peck.

“But first, I want a taste. Hands on the couch,” he ordered in the husky timbre of his voice, and you didn’t disobey, lest he draw out your pleasure toward a nerve-wracking pace your body couldn’t handle anymore. You moved off his lap and crawled to the furthest end to perch yourself against the couch’s arm, knees on the cushions, and bottoms faced toward Shouto.

He awarded your immediate compliance with his hands, dragging themselves down the skin of your back and descending toward the waistband of your shorts. However, to your chagrin, he only pulled off the first layer.

His eyes beheld the color of red while he jerked the clothing down your thighs, now met and widened at the sight of your rose-hued panties. He watched as you slowly turned your head to catch his amorous expression, the man kneeled behind you from the view of your ass emphasized by the flimsy, lace fabric. He admired how you glowed from the candle, and how the moonlight filtered through the windows of the common room, cascaded on the expanse of skin the firelight couldn’t reach, while your body was arched, ready, and willing for his and his eyes only. If you were a goddess, he’d worship you and visit your shrine for the rest of his life. No, scratch that, in Shouto’s eyes, no goddess or deity could ever compare to you.

“God, how is everything about you so perfect…” he breathed out, tone laced in utter affection. Your face blossomed crimson from his praises.

The candle at his side still offered him enough light to see the evident damp spot on the crotch of your panties. When he pulled them down, your slick strung from the lacey material to your lower glistening lips, which made him release a strained groan. You helped him remove the tainted articles of clothing by lifting your knees as he slid them down your legs, letting them pile in a heap on the floor.

“Even your pussy’s pretty…” he spoke the obscene words like they were second nature, but you couldn’t conjure anything in reply except a whimper when he dragged his fingers across your sex. He smeared your wetness on his fingertips, not even offering their full length into your heat.

“F-Fuck… please,” you begged, fidgeting in your spot to usher him to do anything more to stop the ache in your body.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, leaning over you and tossing your hair to the side to smother kisses on the nape of your neck. He then trailed his mouth down your back at an agonizing pace while his fingers continued to toy with your wet cunt using touches that could never climb you to the peak of your high. Soon his lips arrived at your asscheek, melding the smooches against your flesh while he dipped toward his desired destination.

Shouto leveled his gaze to your ass, grasping it firmly in his hands and spreading you open. The scent of your arousal invaded his senses. Your exposure to his intimate eyes made your cunt twitch in front of him, slick gathering and sticking to your thighs.

“Mm, so so pretty...”

However, as much as he wanted to dive right in and drink all your nectar, your cute whimpers drove him to tease you once more, only granting you the sensations of his breath fanned on your dripping sex.

“Baby, what do you want?” You couldn’t believe he had the nerve to ask. Still, you played along, albeit not nearly as patient as the man behind you.

“Y-Your mouth,” you answered, and you felt the thin smirk on his lips when he kissed your ass one last time.

“A nice answer,” is all he muttered before his tongue finally reached your aching entrance. He licked around you, his hold on your flesh tightened to bare your pussy to his entering appendage. At the feeling of his muscle along your silky walls, your nails started digging into the arm of the green couch, voice singing out unhinged.

“Careful, love, everyone’s still sleeping. We wouldn’t want them to hear now, would we?” he warned when he detached from your sex, yet was quick to dive in again. Clasping your hand over your mouth to mute the airy noises emitting from your lips, you remembered where you were—in an open and publicly used space. It especially became very apparent when the squelch of his mouth against you reverberated in the vast, empty area due to Shouto becoming a man unshackled by his passionate desires for the woman he loved. The last thing you wanted was for the boys on the second floor to wake up. Or worse, accidentally alert Mr. Aizawa.

As Shouto continued tasting your cunt, the heat coursing through your body was slowly boiling and longing to burst, your mewls edging to heavy moans past your hand. When your pussy started grappling around his tongue, he realized you inched closer and closer to release.

“Are you going to cum for me? Soak my tongue with everything you got?”

You hissed a squeal of a yes, along with a speedy succession of nods that was enough of a response for Shouto to help you reach your high. His motions transcended faster, and he added to the revelry by inserting a long finger into you, easily touching the particular spongy area inside that made you quiver. The overflowing sensations hollowed the sounds in your throat to mere hoarse throes of pleasure. His bind on your flesh grew firmer, like his feast on your cunt was the ambrosia he needed to revitalize his body. 

“Ah, f-fuck Shouto, I’m— I’m—”

“Do it, baby. Cum all over my face.”

The weighty lust in his words was the last fuel you needed to attain your peak. At last, your sex clenched across Shouto’s tongue, covering his mouth in your juices as your screams were suppressed against the couch arm you buried your face into, knowing your hand was too weak of a barrier to contain your loud, wanton cries. With you soon becoming limp due to the mind-blowing orgasm that coursed your body, you braced yourself on the couch’s arm. Turning your head, you observed the glistened sheen covering the lower half of Shouto’s face that he earnestly licked and then rubbed against his forearm. The heady sight resulted in your body growing hot and bothered all over again.

“Mm, you taste so delicious, love,” he told you before he eased forward across your form and captured your mouth for another searing kiss that allowed you to taste your flavor on his tongue. Shouto’s arms readily wove around your naked body, positioning you to lay comfortably flat beneath him on the couch while never leaving the fervid lip-lock. You hung an arm over his back, and a hand settled into his hair.

“Ah.. wait,” you managed to voice between the wistful union of your tongues, letting Shouto lean his forehead against yours to peer into your eyes.

“What is it?”

“You’ve been doing all the work tonight. The least I should do to repay you is give you some pleasure, right?” you said, attempting to reach lower toward the bulge keen on his sweats. Yet Shouto halted you with a quick hand on your wrist.

“It’s alright, Y/n. I want to use this night to appreciate and love you,” he stated, bringing your hand to his lips as his gaze never moved from yours. “And besides, we can do that next time.”

Next time? You wordlessly repeated the phrase, mind trying to fathom what this passionate night would spark in the aftermath for you two.

Even with everything ahead of him, he still desired to be with you—to love and cherish you. Now that you’ve both admitted to the feelings concealed within yourselves for so long, there wasn’t any way Shouto could just let you go. One way or another, he’d carve another path down his odyssey where you two would walk together, and he could forever bask in your light.

But for now, he needed to tend to you and satiate his lust that has thoroughly built up throughout the heaty progression of the night, his cock painfully taut in the bounds of his clothing. At last, he granted his body the small bit of freedom it craved by removing his shirt and sweatpants, leaving his skin bare to the air like yours. Raking your eyes over his form scrupulously, you bit into your lower lip at the expanse of firm muscle lining every inch of his frame. The light beside you seemed only to enhance every marbled crest delved across his features. Those three years of fierce hero training committed wonders on his body, and you were eager to put your hands all over him.

However, your mind was blanketed into a haze when he pulled down his briefs—soiled by a blotch of his precum—allotting you with an unhindered view of his cock standing to attention. Shouto lowly chuckled, noticing the speechless expression taking over your face. His hand wholly stroked his stout manhood.

“Like what you see, baby?”

Your response is reduced to a quick nod, still dumbstruck by the length of his dick and generous girth when knowing he was soon to be inside you in mere moments. Shouto took his position in front of you again. He spread you out with as much room as the green couch of the common room could offer you two. You kept resonating out whimpers from your lips, and he reveled in those sounds while preparing to align himself to your entrance, his eyes fogged with unrivaled yearning for you. To say he’s dreamt of this day—where you’re hot, needy, and naked in the wake of his lustful desires—would be an understatement. No kind of imagination could beat the real thing, with the genuine noises you produced and the way your slick felt against the head of cock as he slowly pushed himself forward. Watching each inch of his dick gradually slide inside and experiencing the tightness of him and his love coming together did many things to him. The sensation was beyond incredible.

“Mm! Fuck!” you cried out in a whisper of a yell, immediately anchoring yourself by wrapping your arms around him when he lowered his upper-body to you. The stretch of his girth induced a pleasurable burn in your stomach that threatened to seize your entire being. 

“Argh… Love, I’m right here— Fuck, you’re so tight—” he cursed at your warmth firmly enveloping his cock, struggling not to let the heat of the moment devour his reasoning and just plow away at your body. No, he needed to go slow and not hurt you, let you adjust to his size. Thankfully the wetness simulated when he ate you out aided the process, and soon his entire length was sheathed inside you.

You laid there trembling over the deep sensation, but the pain managed to diffuse quickly. “I-It’s OK… I’m alright now,” you murmured to him, the circles he rubbed into your skin soothing a bit of the tension harrowed in your body. You tilted your head so your lips were sheer centimeters from his ear, whispering out in a soft, heady tone that was breaking his rationale.

“Please fuck me.”

That was all he needed to begin his hard succession of thrusts. His cock felt along all the crevices of your walls. He grunted out praises and affections for you in between each drive into your core. Fuck, every part of you was like heaven and he wanted—no—needed to indulge in all you could give him. You struggled to find your words, voice hoarse and diminished to frail moans that he heard every trace of from the proximity between you, practically instilling the harmonies into his mind.

“I love you, Y/n, fuck I love you so much.” His bewitching utterances spilled from his lips without a second thought for all he’s thinking about is you.

“You were always the light that— ah— guided me... Always the one I could come to…” His thrusts continued relentlessly even as he bent toward your neck to meld his mouth on it for a second. “You were always the one, Y/n. It was always you.”

At all his love rained down upon you, your grip on his body grew tighter while you attempted to muster out some coherent words, despite each deep impulse of his cock making you envision stars.

“Mm, ah, l-love you too— Mmph—” You cut off with a scream that was luckily muted by Shouto joining his mouth to yours the moment he reached your pleasurable spongy area again. He continued his onslaught in that spot, knowing it was the erogenous zone in your body that made you writhe and shriek for him. White began to shroud your sight every time he pounded there. It wouldn’t be long until the simmer you built to a boil would be ready to burst again, your pussy starting to clench around his length desperately.

“Shouto, I’m gonna c-cum..!”

“Fuck, me too,” he replied to your frantic pleas and savored the sting of your nails raked down his back, tightening his hold on your spread legs. “Together, baby. Cum with me.”

With you both teetered toward the edge of release, he began pistoning his hips forward at an unbridled pace, the smack of your skins echoing so vividly in the space. Spit gathered in the back of your throat as Shouto did his very best to snatch every mewl and moan resounding from your lips. The noises vibrated across his tongue while he groaned back, thrusting forward in each succession. Eventually, the final scream tore from your throat, ripping into his mouth. Your body convulsed in a fit of overwhelming pleasure across every nerve and your intense orgasm was the catalyst he needed to cum.

In a single deep, quick thrust following your peak, his climax surged through him, and he came undone. A low grunt reverberated in him as he buried himself in you and coated your walls in hot spurts of white, the lip-lock remaining fervent throughout his orgasm and his hand seeking yours at the last minute to twine together in love and passion.

Through the whirlwind of your fucking, the candle on the coffee table eventually blew itself out while you both came down from your highs with ragged breaths and sweaty bodies. Shouto lovingly kissed your temple, caressing down your sides in calming motions. You returned the gesture by pecking his chest and rubbing the muscles of his broad back. The two of you simply laid there, tangled together, basked in the glow from the intensity, with nothing but the glimmering moonlight descending your naked bodies.

“Mm, Shouto?” your voice is only a hushed murmur in the tranquil atmosphere.

“What is it, love?” His caring touch did not cease when he whispered a question back, eyes pinpointing your own despite the darkness.

“As much as I just want to lay here and cuddle with you, we can’t stay here mister,” you admonished, thankful that you recalled where you were before you ended up drifting off into sleep on this couch. It would be an absolute nightmare had you awoke the next morning from the screams of your classmates at the sight of you both naked.

He let out a deep chuckle, likely conjuring the same thought as you though not acting nearly as frantic as he should be. He lifted his upper body off the cushions. “Shall we go to my room then?”

You nodded. At that you both gathered your clothes that were thrown carelessly in heaps on the floor and got dressed. You made sure no suspicious traces of you remained, then silently took to the elevators to ascend to the fifth floor.

It’s in the confines of Shouto’s room that you reunited your bodies again underneath the comfortable blankets of his futon. His left side provided just the right amount of warmth to lull your nerves. You relished in his particular musky scent with him so close and being surrounded by all his familiarities, cuddling into him.

Perceiving the rhythm of your even breaths against him imbued Shouto with a sense of peace. He couldn’t help but pull you toward him to softly kiss your forehead. At the tickling sensation, you giggled and exchanged a delicate kiss of your own on his jawline. For a brief period of time, that calming silence you two were far too familiar with enveloped the mood as you wordlessly traded placid touches across each other’s arms and backs. Ultimately, the quiet is interrupted when you speak up.

“Are you.. still scared about the future?” You brought back the query that set off the steamy chain of events. Shouto didn’t speak for a moment, inhaling a breath until you indicated his resolution through his hold on you growing stronger.

“No. No, I’m not scared,” he told you, continuing without a single hint of uncertainty in his voice, “Because even when we move onto the future, we’ll find each other again. You’re my light, Y/n, and I’ll always come back to you.”

At his conviction, you finally let the weight of those harrowing notions lift themselves from your body that night, letting you sleep soundlessly in the arms of the man you loved.

[k-s-morgan]

The Evolution of Will Graham’s Darkness

This meta is mostly written for new viewers who find themselves confused by Will as a character. I’ll incorporate some bits of analysis I’ve written before into it. Let’s start with a thesis of a sort: Will is a dark character who had this darkness from the very start, even before his encounter with Hannibal: he was terrified and disgusted with it, but after meeting Hannibal, slowly, he began to embrace himself, getting bolder and bolder in his violence.

**Before the show**  

Will initially tried to get into the FBI but he didn’t pass the tests. It’s revealed in E1 of S1 when he’s ambushed by Beverly.

Beverly: Never been an F.B.I. Agent?

Will: Strict screening procedures.

Beverly: Detects instability. You’re unstable?

At the same time, Will became a police officer, working in the Homicide department. These decisions show that he's been stubbornly and rather hopelessly drawn to darkness, seeking ways to interact with it while remaining on the side of law. However, he had to leave the police, too, because he was incapable of pulling the trigger even when his life depended on it. He preferred to allow himself to get stabbed rather than to fight back and kill someone, which points to him having very serious issues with his violence. He knew that once the door in him opens, it might not close again, that if he kills or harms another person, he might be unable to stop (this is proven when he shoots Hobbs and then immediately tries to kill Stammets).

And still, Will chooses to stay close to darkness, only in safer ways. He becomes a teacher in the FBI Academy, letting himself delve into the ugliest cases from a theoretical perspective. This constant pull and struggle leave Will lonely and hostile to everyone. He avoids eye contact with people; Jack’s first impression of him was that he’s rude and arrogant (when they clashed about the name of the museum). Will is rude and haughty with his students, too – but more about it later. Alana refuses to stay alone in the room with him, thinking his instability is too fascinating and she might want to dissect it. Will has no friends; he lives in isolation with his dogs, someone who would never judge him. There are a lot of rumors about him going around, and most people don’t like him (based on Price’s and Zeller’s initial reactions as well as their later conversations on this topic). Will is lonely and pretty miserable.

S1

The first real words we hear from Will are:

Will: Everyone has thought about killing someone.

It is very demonstrative of his personality. We also get evidence right here that Will is drawn to darkness primarily, not to the idea of saving lives (although the latter helps him feel better about his urges). He delves into the minds of killers even when he isn’t involved in the investigation. He had no other reason to explore the Marlows’ murder like he did at the start of the episode, when he was simply teaching students. It’s proof that he willingly craves contact with violent and disturbed minds — it’s not like he actually tries to solve this case for real, he just imagined himself there.

Will’s first conversation with Hannibal speaks volumes about who he is — because Hannibal senses it seconds after meeting him.

Hannibal: Do you have trouble with taste?

Will: My thoughts are often not tasty.

Hannibal: Nor mine. No effective barriers.

Will: I make forts.

This exchange has Will confess that his thoughts are often dark and that he dislikes it. To hold this darkness at bay, he literally builds forts around it, not letting it spread to other parts of his mind.

Hannibal: Your values and decency are present yet shocked at your associations, appalled at your dreams. No forts in the bone arena of your skull for things you love.

Hannibal almost directly calls Will out on his struggle with his inner darkness. He’s saying that he sees it, that he knows it’s there, in Will, in his mind, and Will is very disturbed by this — because Hannibal is right. The script even explicitly backs it up:

Hannibal has just described Will Graham to a letter.

Will is immediately wary and hostile, and he ends the conversation with snappy,

Will: Please don’t psychoanalyze me. You won’t like me when I’m psychoanalyzed.

What does it mean? It’s simple: Will assumes that Hannibal is a typical psychiatrist who wants to dissect him, so he says that once it happens, Hannibal won’t like what he finds (darkness and ugliness Will carries inside).

His hostility to Hannibal lasts up until the moment when Hannibal acknowledges him as a predator and shows approval of it. This is how it happens: Hannibal tries to subtly tell him that it’s all right to be who he is, hinting that they are the same.

Hannibal: You and I are just alike. Problem free. Nothing about us to feel horrible about.

He’s obviously talking about their darkness, but Will doesn’t react, so Hannibal continues. He tells him that Jack views him as a fragile tea cup, and Will genuinely laughs, amused by this (which is also very telling). Then Hannibal says:

Hannibal: [I see you as the] mongoose I want under the house when the snakes slither by.

Will grows quiet after this, and then his interactions with Hannibal become much more relaxed. Will takes him to search the property and even bothers to explain how they reached their conclusions and what they are about to do. Him grumbling, “What are you smiling at?” shows a much higher level of familiarity they now share. Something in Hannibal’s words made Will open up a bit, and everything indicates that it’s the acknowledgement of his predatory nature that played its part in it.

Will kills Hobbs by shooting him 10 times. This is his first kill, one he’s been trying to avoid for so long, ever since his police work. It’s not surprising that Hobbs haunts him later because his death became a breaking point for Will. A door did open in him, and he was unable to close it again.

In E2, Will is distraught. But first, we get a glimpse into how rude and insensitive he generally is. Look at how he treats his students. He tersely thanks them for clapping and then snaps for them to stop. He devises a little malicious test for them.

Will: It’s [Hobbs’] resignation letter. Anybody see the clue?

A few hands go into the air. Will ignores them.

Will: There isn’t one.

He looks so long-suffering with them, as if they are idiots. The fact that he asks a question, waits for people to think and raise their hands, and only then he tells them there is actually no answer is petty at best. He also admits to Jack that he doesn’t consider lessons socialization because he doesn’t have to actually talk to students, he talks at them. Not good for a teacher or even for a person who works with other people like this.

But Will has more serious problems. He keeps imagining Hobbs, and after his messy kill, Jack becomes worried about him. He makes Will go visit Hannibal for one-time evaluation. Will is naturally not fond of the idea, but he and Hannibal have a pretty personal talk. Hannibal ends it with an even more explicit hint at Will’s own darkness:

Hannibal: And Will… the mirrors in your mind can reflect the best of yourself, not the worst of someone else.

Hannibal is talking about Will’s personal brand of violence again. He’s trying to tell him that it’s fine to be a murderer in every way he can, that Will’s darkness might be the best part of him. He also gives him a fake official approval to work in the field, showing that Will can trust him. But their obligatory session ends and Will leaves — only to return after he tries to kill Stammets and misses (their talk about it was cut from the episode but is echoed in the conversation below).

Hannibal: [You are here to] prove that sprig of zest you feel is from saving Abigail, not killing her dad.

Will: I didn't feel a sprig of zest when I shot Eldon Stammets.

Hannibal: You didn't kill Eldon Stammets.

Will: I thought about it. I'm still not entirely sure that wasn't my intention when pulling the trigger.

This is a huge evidence of Will struggling with his violence. It proves that he had it before becoming actively involved with Hannibal — all Hannibal did was recognize it and coax it to come to the surface. Will has always been like this, and after finally killing a person, he found himself unable to stop because he liked the feeling too much.

Hannibal: It wasn't the act of killing Hobbs that got you down, was it? Did you really feel so bad because killing him felt so good?*

Will: I liked killing Hobbs.

Hannibal is pleased to receive the confirmation of what he sensed in Will. Seeing that Will is terrified about his own confession, he comforts him.

Hannibal: Killing must feel good to God, too. He does it all the time, and are we not created in his image?

Let’s be honest, every sane person would have run for the hills after hearing this. Hannibal literally justifies the fact that Will liked murder by drawing a parallel with God. That’s such a narcissistic, serial killer thing to do, and yet Will welcomes it with open arms. He’s happy to find someone who doesn’t think he’s a monster — he’s relieved to be able to finally discuss his darkest impulses freely. This is the reason why Will started coming back to see Hannibal on a constant basis, to Jack’s surprise.

The next huge proof of Will’s ever-present darkness is found in E5 (actually, every episode has some bits, but I’ll cover only the major ones). The Angel Maker, a killer-of-the-week, has a unique gift of being able to see if a person is good or evil. First, Hannibal tries to tell Will that he doesn’t have to self-destruct because of his darkness like he’s been doing.

Hannibal: Angel Maker will be destroyed by what’s happening inside his head. You don’t have to be.

When Angel Maker dies, Will suddenly sees himself through his eyes. And he sees a demon. He sees himself as evil. It proves that Will’s darkness is inherent since he hasn’t done anything really bad at this point. It also proves that he’s perfectly aware of who he is and the darkness he has. He has the following conversation with the imagined Angel Maker.

Angel Maker: I see what you are.

Will: What do you see?

Angel Maker: Inside. I can bring it out of you.

Will: Not all the way out.

So, Will acknowledges that his darkness is rooted so deeply inside him, it can’t even be extracted fully. It’s an inseparable part of him.

Will is shown admiring the Ripper’s murders, calling them elegant and referring to them as art. Meanwhile, he’s trying to half-heartedly flirt with Alana, but they don’t have a meaningful connection because Will can’t be happy with a person who doesn’t know him. He wants to be normal but he just isn’t. If you’re interested in my opinion about their relationship, it’s here.

Will’s next morally gray action happens when he agrees to cover murder for Hannibal and Abigail in E9. He agrees quickly and then he’s shown being fiercely devoted to it. He doesn’t seem to care that Abigail killed someone much — in fact, he basically threatens Freddie, another person who sees him for who he is, to make her write a book favorable toward Abigail.

In E13, Hannibal says what he wants from Will directly.

Hannibal: If you followed the urges you kept down for so long, cultivated them as the inspirations they are, you’d become someone other than yourself.

Will remembers this phrase (he later throws it back into Hannibal’s face), but for now, he’s too angry and bitter to listen.

S2

Will is healthy again and he struggles with realization that Hannibal betrayed him. He starts a dark game of his own: he pretends he’s vulnerable, moving Alana to tears in the process, and asks Hannibal for help. He’s still drawn to him, but he also wants to take him down — for himself and for Abigail.

In E1, Hannibal tells Will the purpose of all their past meetings, how they were aimed at helping Will Become.

Hannibal: Our conversations, Will, were only ever about you opening your eyes to the truth of who you are.

Alana tries to hypnotize Will to help him remember what happened.

Alana: Imagine yourself in a safe and relaxing place... safe and secure here, safe to relax completely...

What does Will imagine? He sees Hannibal’s room and them sitting at the murder table together. He’s freaked out by it, but it proves how twisted his perception is: regardless of the betrayal, a part of him understands that Hannibal is the only person who’s ready to accept him, and he feels safe with him. @bloodsmile wrote a great meta about it here.

Will coldly manipulates Beverly, refusing to help her save lives unless she helps him as well. In E5, he engages in yet another manipulation. He gets Matthew Brown to try to kill Hannibal. This is the first premeditated murder attempt Will is responsible for. That is why we see him growing horns, that is why he sees a sink full of blood — his darkness starts progressing in noticeable ways. By E7, Will has figured out that Hannibal really did everything to open his eyes to the truth of who he is and that he wants to be his friend, but as he still wants revenge, he decides to honey-trap him with Jack.

In E8, Will is dealing with his complex feelings for Hannibal and explores his darkness further. He admits that Hannibal made him feel less alone and that he doesn’t hate him, no matter what; that he has no idea what he feels for him. Then Will tries to kill Ingram in cold blood as revenge for Peter. He asks him to pick up the hammer, indicating that he plans for the murder to look like self-defense. Hannibal tries to talk him out of it, but Will still pulls the trigger. It’s by a miraculous accident that Hannibal manages to stop him. This is the second conscious murder attempt by Will.

In E9, Will has a dream about Hannibal, love, and darkness.

Dream Hannibal: Must I denounce myself as a monster while you still refuse to see the one growing inside you?

Meaning: Will is fully aware of both the presence of this monster inside him and his attempts to ignore it since this is his dream.

Dream Hannibal: No one can be fully aware of another human being unless we love them. By that love we see potential in our beloved. Through that love we allow our beloved to see their potential. Expressing that love, our beloved's potential comes true.

So, a part of Will realizes that Hannibal loves him, and that he really wants him to Become, to realize all his potential.

Will is shown as feeling bitter at Hannibal for not letting him kill Ingram.

Will: I regret what I did in the stables.

Hannibal (thinking Will means murder attempt): Then you were lucky I was there.

Will: Being lucky isn't the same as making a mistake. Mistake was allowing you to stop me.

Hannibal: So it’s not pulling the trigger that you regret. It’s not pulling it effectively.

Will: That would be more accurate.

Hannibal: I want you to close your eyes, Will, and imagine a version of events you wouldn't have regretted.

Will obeys, and he sees himself murdering Ingram. It proves that every word he says to Hannibal is true — he really does regret not killing him. But there is an even creepier dialogue ahead.

Hannibal: What did you see?

Will: A missed opportunity… to feel like I felt when I killed Garret Jacob Hobbs. To feel like I felt when I thought I killed you … a quiet sense of power.

This is disturbing. It proves once again that Will isn’t just a righteous killer, he enjoys the act of murder itself, and like many serial killers, he craves the feeling of power that comes with it.

He and Hannibal talk about the intimacy of murder, how Will was hiding behind a gun when he tried to kill Hannibal back in E5. Will takes note of it. Hannibal, remembering Will’s complaint about a missed opportunity, sends Randall to him as a gift. When Randall breaks into Will’s house, Will is shown thinking and then deliberately throwing the gun away. He doesn’t want to hide this time — he attacks Randall with his bare hands. This isn’t about self-defense or justice, this is about Will trying to experience a more intimate kind of murder. He beats Randall up until he’s incapacitated and then he snaps his neck, even though there was no reason to do it. He could easily call Jack and have Randall arrested at this point (since he was barely conscious and not fighting back). This could help him in his plan to catch Hannibal. But Will isn’t particularly concerned about it, he’s more interested in realizing his darkness.

He takes the body to Hannibal. This moment got deleted, but Will actually had to stick a note to it:

A piece of paper is pinned to his chest. On it is written: "Return to Sender."

Which excellently shows Will’s dark humor. He laughs with Hannibal a little as they talk about murder right above the corpse. Then Hannibal is treating his hands, and he says:

Hannibal: Stay with me.

Will: Where else would I go?

Nowhere — because Will understands that Hannibal is the only person who can understand his darkness and accept him for who he is.

Will: I've never felt more alive than when I was killing him.

This is, once again, huge. Will is a murderer who can get dangerously high on the act. The moment when he felt most alive is the moment when he took a life from another person — and he was vicious about it. Will is very, very dark in these scenes — and it’s going to get worse.

Will mutilates the body and places it in the museum. He keeps Randall’s suit in his house as a trophy, and he keeps his butchered parts of meat in his fridge. In the following discussion, Will confirms that he enjoyed doing all that. When Hannibal suggests that Randall’s killer felt disdain for him in front of Jack, Will disagrees.

Will: He isn't mocking him. This isn't disdain. He's commemorating him.

Hannibal: This killer has no fear for the consequences of what he's done.

Will: No guilt.

Then Will retreats into his mind to talk to Randall’s corpse.

Will: Hello again.

Randall: Come closer … Can you see you?

Will: Clearer and clearer.

This proves Will’s honesty in all his discussions with Hannibal. He really is exploring his violence, not just pretending to do it, coming to the realization of what kind of monster he is.

Will: You forced me to kill you.

Randall: I didn't force you to enjoy it.

This takes place in Will’s head, so every word is genuine.

Will: I gave you what you want. This is who you are. What you feel finally matches the reality of what I see.

Randall: This is my becoming. And yours.

Will shakes his head, this is not his becoming.

Will: This is my design.

So, what do we have here? Will calls murder, mutilation, and storage of Randall’s meat his design. It’s not his Becoming, not yet, Will isn’t ready to fully embrace himself, but this is a start. He understands his design now.

In the same E10, Will attacks Freddie when she discovered his trophies. We know he didn’t kill her, but would he have done it if she hadn’t called Jack? We can only guess. Will sure took his chance to be creepy and physically violent with her. At the end of the episode, he brought Randall’s meat to Hannibal and they cooked as well as ate it together. This was not about getting Hannibal to trust him. Hannibal already did, especially after thinking Will killed Freddie, so there was simply no need for it. Bryan Fuller confirmed Jack had no idea this happened, so Will was acting on his own, out of his genuine curiosity. This is where he willingly became a cannibal.

In E11, Will dreams of burning fake Freddie and hears himself screaming. It’s easy to interpret this dream: he feels guilty for betraying Hannibal. Alana comes by and Will is being deliberately creepy again. He gives her a gun for protection, but later, it almost becomes her undoing. Will is equally creepy during the funeral. He enjoys being dark, and he feels free to act like this because technically, he has an excuse.

In E12, Will is freshly angry at Hannibal. He fantasizes about murdering Hannibal in the most violent way possible. Then he makes three deals. The first one is with Mason: they agree to kill Hannibal together. The second one is with Hannibal: they tentatively agree to target Mason together. The third one is with Jack: they agree that when Hannibal tries to kill Mason, Will is going to arrest him. Will goes with his and Mason’s plan at first. Hannibal is kidnapped and presented in front of Will just like in his fantasy. But instead of acting on it, Will chooses Hannibal and frees him, getting all Mason’s people killed in the process. Later, he watches Hannibal mutilate Mason, approach him to kill him, and snap his neck. He does nothing: he ignores his deal with Jack completely and covers for Hannibal. Yet another proof that Will is siding with Hannibal more and more, and that his initial honey-trapping plan is almost a formality at this point. At the end of the episode, Will offers Hannibal to kill Jack.

In E13, Hannibal and Will are getting ready to kill Jack while Will and Jack are getting ready to arrest Hannibal. Will doesn’t seem to know on whose side he is until the end. At the same time, he lies to Jack about where the attack is supposed to take place. He helps Hannibal burn all evidence, even though he could have easily preserved some of it to use it later. He burns the evidence related to himself as well. Will doesn’t take Hannibal’s chance to run away before dinner, but he does hesitate and wonder about it. When the final moment comes, he calls Hannibal to warn him — he chooses him above everyone. Justice for Abigail, justice for himself, the desire to save other people — none of it matters to Will now. He made his choice, he chose his side, but he did it too late. When he goes to Hannibal’s house, Alana tells him that Jack is still inside, and Will takes out his gun. He doesn’t even try to point it at Hannibal. When Hannibal accuses him of lying, Will implies that he’s wrong.

Hannibal: I gave you a rare gift… But you didn't want it.

Will isn't so definitive.

Will: Didn't I?

Because yes, Will wanted it. He was ready to accept it. But he did so too late.

S3

Will’s thoughts are only about Hannibal and Abigail. He breaks into Hannibal’s empty house and sits there in silence. When Alana comes to find him and tries to talk to him, he coldly sends her away. He’s repairing a boat to go after Hannibal. When Jack comes to him to ask about his motivations, Will is very open — he doesn’t care about hiding any more.

Jack: Do you remember when you decided to call Hannibal?

Will: I wasn't decided when I called him. I just called him. I deliberated while the phone rang. I decided when I heard his voice.

Jack: You told him we knew.

Will: I told him to leave. Because I wanted him to run.

Jack: Why?

Will: Because he was my friend. And because I wanted to run away with him.

In Italy, Will is full of regret over his actions. He blames himself for what happened, admonishes himself for lying to Hannibal. E2 shows his state of mind perfectly – Hannibal is his everything and he admits he wants to be with him. He doesn’t care about justice at all.

Will: I do feel closer to Hannibal here. God only knows where I would be without him … He left [me] his broken heart. He misses [me]. [I] still want to go to him? Yes.

He admires the corpse twisted into a heart, touching it and then lying at the place where it was located. He intimidates Pazzi who tries to talk sense into him and indicates that he’s not here to catch Hannibal.

Will: You couldn't catch him when he was just a kid, what makes you think you're going to catch him now?

Pazzi: You.

A small, polite scoff from Will, unable to take his eyes off the small stairwell to the catacombs.

Will: What makes you think I want to catch him?

Later:

Will: You shouldn't be down here alone.

Pazzi: I’m not alone. I'm with you.

Will: You don’t know whose side I’m on.

Pazzi stares at Will, cautious.

Pazzi: What are you going to do when you find him? Your Il Mostro?

Will: I'm curious about that myself.

Pazzi: You're already dead, aren't you?

Other people realize how dark Will is, too.

Then we move toward Will’s trip to Lithuania in E3. His reverent attitude to Hannibal begins to change once he meets Chiyoh, but he admits the following:

Will: I’ve never known myself as well as I know myself when I’m with him.

Will learns that Chiyoh has been staying here for all these years because she doesn’t want to kill another person. He notes that they can’t be sure whether her prisoner really killed Mischa because Hannibal is the only person who knows the truth. Despite all this, Will sets Chiyoh up to kill or be killed, releasing her prisoner secretly. Chiyoh rightfully accuses him of it:

Chiyoh: You said Hannibal was curious if I would kill. You were curious, too.

He was, if he is honest with himself.

What Will did was cruel and violent. Hannibal just left Chiyoh be, he openly and boldly risked her life, not caring about her safety or about whether her tortured prisoner deserves this. Will stays behind to make the body into art in Hannibal’s style, in accordance with his own design from when he killed Randall. This Will is dark and confident, and very in touch with his dark side. He dreams of killing Chiyoh and keeps asking her whether she saw what a monster she was, unable to accept the idea that only he has real darkness while Chiyoh doesn’t and that murder didn’t make her feel good. He repeats to Jack that a part of him will always want to be with Hannibal. Sadly, he then sees Bedelia as his replacement, grows even bitterer, and tries to attack Hannibal with the knife.

In E7, Will bites into Cordell’s cheek and tears a piece of meat out of it. Then he looks at Hannibal to see his reaction, waiting for his pride. He shows zero reaction to the news that Jack is alive — he doesn’t care about it. He rebukes Alana and shows that he still sees himself and Hannibal as a team, referring to them as “we”.

Will: You helped Mason Verger find us.

Alana: I helped Mason find Hannibal. We followed Bâtard-Montrachet when we should have just followed you.

Will: Almost as ugly as what Mason wants to do to us is the fact that he can do it with the tacit agreement of people sworn to uphold the law.

Alana: I was trying to get to Hannibal before you. I knew you couldn't stop yourself. So I had to try.

Will: By facilitating torture and death.

Alana: I can abide the thought of Hannibal tortured, not necessarily to death. I'd say he has it coming, wouldn't you? Or maybe you wouldn't.

Alana can no longer deny Will’s twisted morals. Will tries to push Alana to a darker side, manipulating her into releasing Hannibal, by telling her almost exactly what he and Hannibal were discussing in S2.

Will: Then you have to evolve, Alana. You have to spill blood. By your own hand or someone else's.

After the escape, Hannibal says the words that define Will perfectly:

Hannibal: You delight in wickedness and then berate yourself for the delight.

This is exactly what Will does — he acts on his darkness again and again, but then he gets scared and makes two steps back. He’s not ready to fully let go of the idea of a normal life yet.

Will sends Hannibal away. When Jack arrives, Will doesn’t even bother to pretend he tried to arrest him — he just says that Hannibal is gone. Jack clearly has zero trust in him at this point since he sends people to break into Will’s house without asking his permission. Will has completely discredited himself, proving himself as someone dark and twisted.

But Hannibal gives himself up and 3 years pass. After the epic Europe failure and his new insecurities, Will tries to retreat again. He decides to try being normal one more time, despite his previous failures at suppressing his darkness and his feelings for Hannibal. So he marries Molly, and it goes as well as expected. Their relationship is shown as weak from the start. The first time we see them, they are apart: Molly and Walter have gone fishing, which is what Will loves and dreamed of sharing with Abigail, yet he stays behind. He didn't let go of the past. He subtly manipulates Jack into talking Molly into urging him to come join the investigation — he deliberately leaves them alone under a weak excuse, knowing very well what Jack is about to do. Will is bored with his normal life and he misses Hannibal, even if he isn’t ready to fully admit it yet.

His treatment of Molly deserves a separate mention: this is the woman he lies to through his teeth, the woman whose “I love you” he doesn’t bother to return and who he doesn’t want to interact with the second she raises the topic he finds personally uncomfortable, someone he leaves her at the first opportunity. He never told her the truth about himself. The way Molly tries to joke about him having a criminal mind proves that she knows nothing of Will's dark struggles, and the way Will immediately shuts down demonstrates their incompatibility and his unwillingness to be honest and open with her.

On the very first day, Will demands to see Hannibal, lying about having to restore his mindset. We know it’s a lie because we’ve just seen him reconstruct Francis’ murder perfectly. He just wanted to see him because he missed him, and both Hannibal and later Bedelia call him out on it.

E9:

Hannibal: You just came here to look at me. Came to get the old scent again. Why don't you just smell yourself?

E10:

Bedelia: Have you been to see him?

Will: Yes.

Bedelia: Haven't learned anything, have you? Or did you just miss him that much?

This is what Hannibal says about Will’s marriage — and another reference to his darkness:

Hannibal: How did you choose yours? Readymade wife and child to serve your needs. A stepson or daughter – (off his look) – a stepson absolves you of any biological blame. You know better than to breed. Can’t pass on those terrible traits you fear the most.

This is very accurate and Will doesn’t bother to deny it. He’s more concerned about stalking Bedelia and asking her about her relationship with Hannibal than anything else. He makes zero efforts to preserve his family, which shows how irrelevant they are to him. This makes him a very cold and cruel person. Also, the way he acts with Bedelia is very different from how he acts with others. With her, he can be himself. He’s dark, relatively confident, and dangerous — which is likely why he keeps coming back to her. With others, he still puts on a rather meek mask.

There is quite a solid idea that a part of Will knew Hannibal might target Molly and Walter and send Francis after them (it’s up to interpretation, though). Hannibal gives Will very clear hints.

Will: Tell me who [the killer] is.

Hannibal: I don’t know who he is. When you close your eyes, Will... is that your family you see?

[Will scoffs at this.]

Will: Do you know who they are?

Hannibal: Yes. 

Will: And you're willing to let them die.

Hannibal: They're not my family, Will. And I'm not letting them die. You are.

These are huge hints, and since Will is supposed to be an excellent profiler — more than that, a profiler who understands Hannibal intimately, it’s strange that he didn’t even suspect anything. Maybe a part of him subconsciously wanted proof that Hannibal is in love with him — since he goes to Bedelia with his question right after the attack. Maybe he wanted reassurance that the passion is still there. Maybe he even wanted an excuse to abandon Molly and Walter (and he does it very easily an episode later).

Ultimately, Will seems genuinely infuriated by the attack, but it’s possible that “the enemy inside him” secretly hoped for such outcome. He spends about a minute being truly angry at Hannibal — then he becomes concerned that he’s competing with Francis for Hannibal’s attention, which underlines the irrelevance of his family to him once more. When talking to Walter, Will doesn’t try to hug him or actually comfort him. They are like strangers, and Will shows resentment about having to explain some facts about himself to Walter later.

Will: He read about me in a Freddie Lounds article. I had to justify myself to an eleven year old.

Not “to my son”, but an indifferent and impersonal “11 year old”. Another reminder that Will is a cold person.

This attack made Will realize Hannibal is in love with him, and it finally started the process of his Becoming. Will is shown as full of resentment toward Jack and Alana. He callously sets up Chilton, an innocent person, for torture and death in E12. He explicitly says that he did it deliberately and doesn’t regret it.

Will: Damn if I'll feel … The divine punishment of the sinner mirrors the sin being punished. Chilton languished unrecognized until Hannibal the Cannibal. He wanted the world to know his face.

Bedelia: Now he doesn't have one.

At first, Will makes a half-hearted attempt at denial.

Will: I put my hand on his shoulder for authenticity.

Bedelia: To establish he really told you those insults about the Dragon? Or had you wanted to put Dr. Chilton at risk? Just a little?

Will: I wonder.

Bedelia: Do you really have to wonder?

Will: No.

Bedelia: You were curious what would happen, that's apparent. Is this what you expected?

Will sounds very ironic.

Will: I can't say I'm surprised.

Bedelia: Then you may as well have struck the match. That's participation. Hannibal Lecter does indeed have agency in the world. He has you.

Considering the timing, Chilton looks like Will’s courtship gift to Hannibal. This is the second time Will harms an innocent person, which makes him far darker than a righteous killer should be. And why? Just because. His darkness is really evolving.

When Will visits Chilton with Jack, he openly lies to him (Jack) and tells him Hannibal is responsible for what happened.

In E13, Will stages another deadly game. He plots with Francis to break Hannibal free — the immediacy of his plan makes it look like Will has already been thinking about it before. He lies to Jack and Alana. He hides the fact that Francis is alive from them, and when they discover it by themselves, he offers a plan: to use Hannibal as a bait and stage his escape. Jack begins to plan everything. If Will had actually followed this plan, it would have gotten Hannibal and Francis killed. But Will doesn’t care about justice — he wants Hannibal free and he doesn’t give a damn about the consequences. He shares his true intentions with Bedelia and threatens her.

Will: I don't intend Hannibal to be caught a second time.

Bedelia studies Will. Sensing where he might be going. Hoping she is wrong. A flicker of alarm plays in her eyes.

Bedelia: Can't live with him. Can't live without him. Is that what this is?

Will: I guess… this is my Becoming . I'd pack my bags if I were you, Bedelia. Meat's back on the menu … Ready or not… here he comes.

This is a crucial moment because while in S2, Will called Randall’s murder his design, now he’s finally Becoming. It’s the climax of everything. He leaks info about Hannibal’s transfer to Francis (who, if you recall, has attacked Will’s wife and her son). He gets many officers murdered by proxy; he sets up Jack and destroys him professionally again; he endangers Alana and her family as well as Molly and Walter. Without showing even an ounce of regret toward the dead officers, Will climbs out of the car. We don’t get to see it, but this is what he does according to the script:

Will takes the gun off the dead cop.

Still with no care, he watches how Hannibal throws another body out of the car and offers Will to take a seat. Will looks long-suffering and fond, even though he has just gotten about 5 people killed. He goes with Hannibal.

In the cliff house, he admits he’s not sure if he can “save” himself by killing Hannibal.

Will: I don't know if I can save myself. And maybe that's just fine. 

He intends to try, though, but when Francis attacks, Will naturally chooses Hannibal because he can’t see him killed. He reaches for his gun and the fight begins. Seeing Francis strangling Hannibal, Will pulls out the knife from his body and rushes to protect him. He and Hannibal kill Francis together, and Will plunges the knife into him with obvious relish. Then he admires the way the blood looks on his hand.

Will: It really does look black in the moonlight.

This is proof of how Will remembers everything Hannibal has ever said to him. He reaches out to embrace Hannibal, finally allowing himself this weakness, finally accepting that this is who he is and that there is no way back.

Hannibal: See? This is all I ever wanted for you, Will. For both of us.

Will: It’s beautiful.

These words have a tremendous worth. Hannibal’s dream for them, the one he has been hoping for since early S1, has just become realized, and Will found it beautiful. The script confirms it additionally:

A moment as Will considers the brutal pack hunting he shared with Hannibal Lecter. He genuinely feels it is beautiful.

Upon this realization, Will gives the fate the last chance to stop himself and Hannibal, knowing that if they live, they’ll unleash their mutual darkness on the world. He pushes them off the cliff that has been confirmed to have no rocks by Hannibal, giving them a chance to survive. And they do — and they stay together and hunt. Will threatened Bedelia with being eaten and he kept his promise. The deleted epilogue to the series shows him and Hannibal in perfect harmony with each other.

Note that this is far from the only moments and details of Will’s long Becoming. There are many more, but if I addressed them, this meta would be even longer. However, here’s a quick analysis of Will’s softer sides — because they also aren’t as simple as it might seem at first. Will seems to sympathize only with people he can relate to personally, who remind him of himself in some way, and most often, they are murderers. He’s bitter about not being able to save killer-children in E4 because like them, he struggles with understanding what family means; he feels close to Georgia because he also thinks he’s losing his mind and no one can understand him; he’s gentle with Peter because he sees him as his fragile mirror; he’s soft with Reba because like Bryan said, they are both people in love with serial killers. With everyone else, Will is indifferent or cold. These traits were less visible in S1, but after he started to Become, they began to come to the surface. His softer sides still have a degree of selfishness to them.

So, Will has always had darkness in him. He has always been a rather cold person despite his genuine struggles, confusion, and the desire to be normal. Hannibal changed his life, helping him embrace himself and find unconditional love and acceptance. Will’s journey was very long, it had many setbacks, but in the end, he made it. They both did, and now they are free to enjoy their new life together.

Tagging some old fans who might be interested! @typicalher @hannibalized @bloodsmile @victorineb @he-s-dead-jim

[tanzaniiite]

Can I request some hcs with oikawa, akaashi & kuroo where their fem s/o pranks them by breaking up w/ them?

“BREAKING UP” PRANK

w/ oikawa, akaashi & kuroo

requests: OPEN

warnings: none!

ofc you can! tysm for the request!! 💗

DRAMATIC x100

he’s always getting pranked on by his team bc.. it’s oikawa. he makes it too easy

mattsun and makki definitely put this idea in your head

and you were too weak to refuse 😔👊🏽

so bc mattsun & makki wanted to see their captain’s despair, and film it for their own enjoyment, they begged you to do it after practice

and that you did

you waited until the gym was basically done being cleaned when you approached your boyfriend

his eyes literally sparkled when you tapped him

“heyy baby, what’s up?”

damn he’s rly making you rethink your life decisions rn

but then you see the disaster duo giving you a thumbs up while mopping the floor

so you suck it up and take a deep breath

“i need to talk to you”

“uh oh, that doesn’t sound good. everything okay?”

you nod slightly and rub the back of your neck

“um, i think we should break up…”

oikawa is just smiling at you bc he refuses to believe you just said what you said

at this point the gym is dead silent, if a pin dropped y’all would hear it

his teammates are just looking between the two of you, confused but intrigued asf

this dude just laughs slightly, “haha funny joke babe you got me”

when you don’t laugh along, he furrows his eyebrows

“wait, are you serious?”

you have cover your mouth with your hand to stop yourself from laughing

oikawa looks so distraught and heartbroken

you shouldn’t laugh but you do

your shoulders are shaking while your dying with laughter, “i-i’m sorry tooru, it was prank”

he blinks before crossing his arms and pouting like the drama queen he is

“that’s not funny, y/n”

“it kinda is–”

“no it’s not!”

you stop laughing when you see how upset he actually is, “i’m sorry baby, i really am”

he’s still pouting

so you hug and kiss him

“i’ll make it up to you, i promise~” you say, as you trace his collarbone

oikawa gets out of his funk real quick let me tell you 👀

i feel akaashi doesn’t do pranks

like yeah bokuto has tried to prank him a few dozen times but he’s always failed

he’s just able to see through the bullshit

but i feel when it comes to you

he doesn’t expect that behavior from you

he’s just whipped for you 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

aii so let me set the scene for you

you’re probably over at his house studying or something

you guys are on his bed, he’s at the foot of it while you’re by the headboard

and granted this is probably not the best time to prank him..

but you’re boRED

so you nudge him with your foot and he hums a response not looking at you

“hey um i kinda wanna have a serious conversation”

akaashi looks up from his textbook and gives you all his undivided attention

“okay, what’s wrong love?”

he looks at you with such love and admiration, you’re already regretting this

“i– um.. well”

then he holds your knee and squeezes it gently

“it’s okay y/n, you can tell me”

ugh why is he so perfect

oop my bias is slipping out

“..i think we should break up”

you say it so softly you’re almost afraid he didn’t hear you

oh but he heard you. loud and clear.

you’re abt to repeat what you said until you see the look on his face

he looks so sad omggg

“i respect your decision, if that’s what you want.. but may i ask why? did i do something wrong?”

ngl you feel like a total asshole rn

you’re on the verge of tears like damn you rly played yourself

you just crawl over to him and hug him tightly

“it was prank keiji, i’m sorry”

akaashi returns your hug even tho he’s a bit confused

“so you don’t want to break up?”

“no, never in a million years. it was a stupid prank”

you feel him kiss your forehead gingerly

“…it was kind of stupid, why’d you think it would be funny?”

kuroo can respect a good prank when it’s executed well

and when he’s not the target

you decide to do this prank as revenge for him eating your leftovers the last time he spent the night

yes, you‘re being petty and overdramatic but whatever

he shouldn’t have ate your food

n e ways, you probably do it during class bc he can’t get you when there’s a teacher right there

since y’all sit right next to each other, you rip a piece of your notebook and write a lil note

‘hey. i have to tell you something’

kuroo smirks when he reads the note, probably thinking you’re gonna tell him how horny you are bc he’s a horn dog

so he writes back, ‘sure, what is it princess?’

you look at him and he’s wiggling his eyebrows, you snort which earns you a glare from your teacher

but you remember the task at hand and resume with your prank, ‘i… think we should break up.’

he reads the note and you can physically see his whole demeanor change. his eyebrows are furrowed and a frown is pulled on his lips

kuroo looks more mad than sad and you immediately regret doing this

he just puts the note in his notebook and pays attention to the teacher

like he doesn’t spare you a single glance for the rest of class

in the last 5 mins of class he writes on your note and hands it back to you before starting to pack up

you open the note and gasp slightly

‘that’s crazy, i was thinking the same thing’

my dude really said uno reverse card

now your staring at him with the most dumbfounded look, that’s not how this was suppose to go! wtf does he mean by that?!

when class is over, you quickly grab his sleeve, “testu i was joking! i don’t want to break up with you, it was just a prank i swear!”

kuroo looks back at you with a raised eyebrow, “oh yeah? i was joking too”

confused x1000, “what?”

he then proceeds to explain that you got him in the first half and he was genuinely upset but when he saw you looking like a lost puppy in his peripheral vision he figured it was some type of joke

“testu! that’s wasn’t funny, i got scared..”

he smirked and kissed your temple, “yeah, it doesn’t feel good does it?”

cue you hitting his chest while he laughs at your embarrassment

tanzaniiite © 2020 — all rights reserved. do not repost, modify, or copy. do not plagiarize. thank you.

[ssamie]

seven. do a flip!

oikawa tooru x fem langa!reader

(hq x sk8 the infinity)

warnings: spelling mistakes, swearing, 2k+ words, u have langa’s blue hair sorry 

gen masterlist.            “snow” masterlist.

"haha yeah, im with the others right now" reki said to the phone as he wiped a table clean. 

"really? are you at S?" y/n asked from the other line 

"oh no, we're at joe's restaurant." reki replied with a laugh "everyone's eating right now." he then covered the phone with his hand and sent them a nasty glare "everyone but me.. " he grumbled bitterly 

miya stuck his tongue out at the redhead and tauntingly bit into a piece of steak. "not our fault its your shift right now" he said. reki playfully rolled his eyes and brought the phone back against his ear. "anyways, y/n what're you up to?" he asked 

"i remember you mentioned joining a club right?" he said. "is it one for skating?! i didnt know schools even had those!" 

from the other line, y/n chuckled sheepishly. "ah no.. its a club for volleyball" she said "although im just a manager" 

reki furrowed his brows in confusion "volleyball? i didn't expect that" he said 

"me too reki. but it's really fun! if you ever come here we can try playing with my friends" she said excitedly 

"sure! im actually coming th-" before reki could finish his sentence, joe quickly covered his mouth and snatched the phone. "hey rookie!" joe greeted with a laugh "little reki here is busy at the moment but why don't ya chat with me?" he mused 

"oh, hi joe." she greeted him "why is reki busy? i thought you were just eating?" 

"ah well-" 

"are you lying? does reki not wanna talk to me? is he with someone else? or did something else happen?" she bombarded him with a chain of questions 

joe sweat dropped and looked over to the rest for help. "ah no, none of that happened, rookie" he reassured her "reki here is helping me out in the restaurant so he's a bit occupied" he explained 

"oh.." y/n mumbled in response "okay then" 

"dont spoil it, you slime!" miya scolded him "our visit is supposed to be a surprise!" 

"i was just excited!" reki defended himself with a huff "whatever, dude! y/n's gonna think i don't wanna visit her" he said 

"then make it up to her when you get there" shadow said as he ate . "good idea, old man shadow!" reki exclaimed "i'll do just that, but for now let me talk to her again-" 

before reki could reach for the phone, miya has already sprung up and snatched it. "y/n~" he cooed with a smug cat-like grin "how's it going?" he asked as he clawed reki's prying hands away 

"oh hi miya!" she greeted him cheerfully "everything is fine. though i miss you and everyone else" she said 

miya smiled in delight and his face exploded into a bright red hue. "you miss me?!" he asked excitedly. he then cleared his throat and scoffed. "how cute. you like me or something?" he said 

reki, along with the others watch with a deadpanned expression as miya shyly fiddles with his hoodie with a blush, although his tone of voice seems quite different. 

"of course i like you" y/n said 

miya splutters and throws the phone at reki's direction. "take it! i'm done here!" he shrieks as he turns his back at them and slaps his red face repeatedly. 

"you're my friend. why would i hate you?" she continued, although he wasn't there to hear it anymore. 

"hi y/n" reki said 

"hi!" she shrieked, followed by a loud thud, as if she had fallen. 

"hey, sorry about earlier! we can talk now if you want" he said with a chuckle 

"oh sure! lets--" 

reki's brows furrowed in confusion as the call suddenly disconnected mid-sentence. "hello?" he called out 

"huh? she hung up!" he exclaimed. "maybe she didn't want to talk to you" miya teased him. reki faced him with a look of distraught. "you think so?" he asked in panic 

"dude" miya sweat dropped "of course not. its y/n we're talking about" 

"REKI!" y/n shrieked out as she reached for the phone that was snatched out of her hands "why'd you take it?!" she exclaimed as she tried to reach for the device 

the class sweat dropped as they watched her try to reach for the phone in the teacher's hands

"i don't know who reki is, but you can't use your phone. classes are about to start" he said 

"but-- but i was on a call with reki.." she sulked 

"you can call each other after class." the teacher sighed. "i won't take your phone since its your first time doing this, but let it be the last please" 

"okay.." y/n replied as she took the phone from him "i won't call during class. sorry." she said as she bowed her head 

"good. anyways-" the teacher cut himself off as he caught sight of her hunched over and rigorously typing on her phone. "hasegawa y/n! you can't text either!" the teacher scolded her 

"but i'm not making any noise.." she reasoned with a confused tilt of her head 

"it doesn't matter. you have to stop or i'll take away that phone." the teacher said. he then narrowed his eyes threateningly and said, "along with that skateboard of yours" 

the whole class sweat dropped as they watched y/n shudder in fear and quietly place the phone into her bag 

"sorry." she muttered as she placed her hands on the desk and tensely kept her eyes on the blackboard. "apology accepted." the teacher said. "anyways, let's start.." 

oikawa side eyed her, watching as her eyes and hands twitch , as if she was itching to pull her phone out again. the brunette leaned over iwaizumi, who groaned in annoyance, and poked her shoulder 

"yahoo, y/n-chan~" he whispered quietly 

"oikawa-san, please go away. if i make noise he'll take my phone and my board." she said 

oikawa frowned and poked her again. "don't be so cold to me, y/n-chan~" he cooed "i just wanted to ask you to join me for lunch later." he said. "lunch?" y/n hummed. "yup. let's do something fun together" he replied. 

"okay, oikawa-san" she agreed with a curt nod. "i'll join you" 

"hasegawa." the teacher called on her. y/n jumped and shakily faced the man. "yes?" she replied. "answer the question on the board." the teacher said 

"i can't!" she quickly denied. 

"why not?" the teacher said with a sigh "this is english class. you're from canada right? all im asking is for you to say something in english." 

"sorry!" she replied in english. "please don't take my phone and my skateboard away." 

"good job." the teacher gave her a nod before moving on 

"sorry" oikawa chuckled sheepishly "lunch later, okay?" he cooed. y/n simply nodded and gave him a thumbs up, refusing to speak a word. 

"shut the fuck up, shittykawa." iwaizumi grunted as he pushed the brunette away. "you're causing everyone problems" 

"ow! just for that, you're not invited to our lunch" oikawa said, to which iwaizumi simply replied with an eye roll 

"you didn't even plan on inviting me anyways, didn't you?" iwaizumi huffed

"duh!" 

"so why did you want to have lunch together, oikawa-san?" she asked him

"i see" y/n hummed. "im glad you enjoy my company, oikawa-san" she grinned

"no reason~" he cooed in response. "i just wanted to be alone with you, that's all" he said

oikawa nodded along as he transferred some food from his bento onto hers. it was placed on top of her board as she lightly rolls it around. "tell me about that reki guy, will you?" oikawa said with a curious hum. "i always hear you talking about him.." 

y/n peered up at him with a look of confusion, but nodded nonetheless. "i don't know why you'd like to know about him but okay.." 

"reki is my best friend. i met him when i moved to okinawa with my mom. he was my first ever friend and he was the one that taught me how to skate" she explained 

oikawa watched as a fond smile lightly grazed her lips, followed by a distinctive glimmer in her eyes. 

"reki is really amazing. i admire him a lot." she muttered 

"i see." oikawa hummed. "i'll love to meet him one day" he said. y/n perked up at the statement. "really?" she asked "don't worry, if you ever met him you'll get along just fine! reki is very friendly" she said with a smile 

oikawa simply nodded and quietly ate his food. she did the same, and they both sat in silence. "hey, y/n" oikawa muttered "you really like skating huh?" he mused 

"oh well... yeah, i guess so" she said. "can you teach me how?" oikawa asked with a cheeky grin. "teach you..?" she cocked her head to the side. "why?" 

"no reason." oikawa huffed "but will you do it?" 

"sure!" 

"put your foot here, and push with the other" she demonstrated as she explained. "then you just have to keep your balance" 

oikawa watched with calculating eyes, nodding along from time to time as he listened. "usually, tricks should come later on when you've already mastered the basics. but it was pretty easy for me, so maybe you can do it too, oikawa-san" she said 

"that was an ollie. reki said that if you got that down, you'll be able to do other tricks." she said. "it should be easy enough to learn" she grinned "just watch videos like i did!" 

she did an ollie and skated closer to him. 

oikawa sweat dropped and timidly placed his foot on the skateboard. "i don't think it'll be that easy, y/n-chan" he chuckled 

"yo, what the hell are you two doing?" 

they both looked back to see hanamaki, matsukawa, and iwaizumi walking towards them. hanamaki laughed and pointed at oikawa "are you learning how to skate?" he snickered 

"do a flip!" matsukawa hollered 

"i can't do a flip yet!" oikawa exclaimed "and don't laugh at me. you're probably no better than i am" he rolled his eyes. "but y/n-chan could probably do it" he said

"oh y/n?" matsukawa mused. "can you enlighten us with your skating?" he snickered 

"you always carry that around but we've never actually seen you skate" hanamaki chimed in 

y/n blinked at them and looked down at her board. "i guess i can do that" she said "but we'll need a bigger space than the grounds" she said as she motioned to the outside of the gym, where they were standing

"something like..." she trailed off as she looked around the area "like the roof?" she muttered 

the boys sweat drop and look at her in concern and confusion. "the roof?" they simultaneously asked 

"yeah. i'll jump and do a flip like you asked." she said with a shrug as she makes her way to the stairway leading to the rooftop 

"hey hey! hold on!" matsukawa interjected "are you trying to kill yourself?!" he exclaimed 

"no im trying to jump off the roof and do a flip." she shook her head 

"exactly! it's the same thing!" hanamaki shrieked out "you'll die!" 

"i won't die" she reassured them, thought it did not work in the slightest. "i've done this numerous times." she smiled at them 

"is that supposed to be comforting?" iwaizumi sighed and rubbed his temples in distress. "shittykawa. do something about this" iwaizumi said as he sent oikawa a glare 

"ahaha, right right" oikawa chuckled sheepishly. he then turned to face y/n, only to be met with thin air. "y/n.." he muttered "where is she.." he spluttered and looked up, eyes widening as he spotted her on the rooftop preparing to jump off "hey! y/n-chan get down! this feels like a crime scene in the making!" he rambled as he tried to persuade her to come down 

"oikawa-san, please watch carefully!" she yelled 

"no way! get down here right now!" oikawa yelled back at her 

"jump down?!" she yelled "okay! im gonna do it now!" 

oikawa paled as he shook his head and made an x with his arms "no! i said get down! but use the stairs! don't jump!" 

she simply ignored him and jumped anyways, much to the boys' horror. "this feels nostalgic" she muttered to herself with a smile as the wind made her hair fly around 

she spun around and grinned as the adrenaline started to make her heart pound. she placed her hand on top of her chest and kept her eyes ahead, although her mind was wandering back to her moments back in s

"holy shit" oikawa muttered as they watched her maneuver through the air as if it was no big deal 

"y/n is fucking amazing" he blinked his widened eyes and watched in bewilderment as she lands on the ground with a loud thud, followed by the mild screeching of the wheels against the concrete. 

"oikawa-san, this is called 'siderail slide' miya taught it to me." she said as she kicked her board around and let it land on its side by the edges of the concrete 

(WAIT IDK IF THAT'S THE NAME LMAO I MADE THAT UP I TRIED TO LOOK IT UP BUT I CAN'T FIND WHAT IT'S CALED SORRY CORRECT ME IF I'M WRONG PLS LOL) 

her feet landed on the side of the deck as she maneuvers her way around to turn. "stop explaining and get back here!" iwaizumi scolded her "are we going to let the fact that you jumped off a roof slide just like that?!" 

"and this is a kick flip." she said as she ignored iwaizumi and did the trick as told. "it should be easy enough to do if you know how to ollie." she said 

"hey, what's going on here?!" 

her eyes widened as she heard the same teacher's voice and desperately tried to halt her movement. although she wasn't fast enough and she was now frantically ushering the man to move away 

"ah! sensei! move! im gonna hit you!" she shrieked as she tried wobbled around 

"what the-- hasegawa-san you shouldn't--" 

he couldn't finish his words as her board suddenly got dangerously close to his face. the whirring wheels and the snow monster design almost slapping him right then and there. 

"SORRY!" she shrieked as she jumped over him and fell on the ground, rolling around, along with her board until she hit a wall nearby 

"y/n-chan! are you okay?!" oikawa shrieked in distress as he pushed the man away and sprinted to the girl. "im okay, oikawa-san" she said with a wince 

"but my butt hurts from that fall" she pouted "and my hand-- BLOOD!" she shrieked in fear. she holds the bleeding hand away from her as her expression turns into dread. "wipe it off.." she gagged as she looked at it in horror

"this is what bothers you the most out of everything that's happened?!" oikawa sighed in exasperation, though he did as he was told. 

"i don't like blood." she shuddered. "broken bones are what im used to" 

"im starting to worry for your well being if broken bones is something you consider 'the usual'." oikawa sweatdropped

behind them, the teacher glared and held his hand out expectantly. "i was wondering what the screaming was about." he said "but i didn't expect to walk in on whatever that was" 

"give me the skateboard, hasegawa-san." he demanded, making her whole body go ghostly pale 

"no uh.. i'll take detention instead" she bargained with a sheepish smile. "nope. give me the skateboard." the teacher shook his head as he went to grab the deck 

"NO! you can't take that!" she panicked and quickly grasped the other end "i can't skate without it!" she exclaimed 

"exactly." the teacher said. "you need to learn your lesson." 

"but -- but reki made that! i can't lose it! what if it breaks?!" she shrieked, now starting to gradually get more desperate 

"its not gonna break. and i don't know who this reki boy is, but you have to stop including him in everything." the teacher sweat dropped "and let go of the damn skateboard, kid. im not gonna throw it away, im just confiscating it" 

she shook her head as she peered up at him with exaggeratedly teary eyes, each looking like a pool of water waiting to just overflow. 

"will i get it back tomorrow?" 

"no." 

"then im not giving it!" 

"kid, cmon. your making this job harder for me" the man sighed in exasperation ."just give it." he said as he pulled it away from her and walked away. "hope you learned your lesson, kid. you'll get this back soon enough" 

y/n watched his retreating figure with a deadpanned look. she slowly faced oikawa and grabbed his hand. "should i break into his office and steal it?" 

oikawa sweat dropped and shook his head. "you shouldn't. you'll get into more trouble" he said 

"y/n!!" matsukawa and hanamaki yelled as they dove in to check her for injuries. "are you okay?! that was sick as hell but be careful!" hanamaki exclaimed. "you're bleeding!" 

"and your board got taken! don't worry, that teacher's nice. he'll give it back to you soon" matsukawa reassured her 

y/n drowned their voices out as she laid back down on the concrete, looking absolutely lifeless. "i crave death" she squeaked out as her eye twitches in horror 

"cmon now" iwaizumi sighed "it's not that bad" 

"yes it is. i just lost the only thing i have left of reki. it's over" she sulked 

"someone make the pain go away" she pleaded 

"which one? the heartbreak kind or your injuries?" 

"both please." 

a few buildings away from the school adam sat by the balcony of his newly rented hotel room. he held a binocular by his eyes as he watched the scene go down with a wide grin

"my eve hasn't lost her touch i see" he mused as he took a sip of his wine. "her skating is still as immaculate as ever" adam said as he let out a sigh of pleasure

"it makes my skin crawl!" he exclaimed

"and she.." he trailed off as his vision averts over to her, who was being helped by the boys. "is frowning. my eve is frowning." adam muttered as his grip around the device tightens, causing a soft snap to be heard.

his smile then fell as he watched the teacher walk away with y/n's skateboard through his binoculars. "but that nuisance is taking my little y/n's skateboard..?" he muttered

"you, dog." he called

"yes, mr.ainosuke?" tadashi replied

"get that skateboard back." he demanded as he threw the binoculars away, not caring that it had broken due to the impact. "and give it back to her as soon as possible" he said. 

"but.. are you not worried she'll know you're here?" tadashi asked him with furrowed brows 

adam snapped his eyes towards him and glared. "what was that? we're you about to disobey my orders just now?" he scowled through gritted teeth 

"do you have something to say? tadashi?" 

tadashi slightly bowed his head and replied. "no sir. i have no opinions." 

adam scoffed, followed by a grim laugh. 

"yeah. as always." 

sorry for the spelling / grammar mistakes if there are any :<