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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Monday

Tuesday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Pairing: SBI x sister!reader (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: swearing, toxic friends, panic spirals/attacks, injury, taking pills for pain

Summary: you have a very bad week, how will you manage? (Characters are fully human, but based on their DSMP characters. High school AU)

Word count: 4,818

(A/N): I’ve never played volleyball or watched Haikyuu before, so I’m not 100% certain how games work. Also, I probs should’ve split this into two parts, but eh.

“(Y/n) love, you look homeless in that sweater, it’s literally so fucking ugly.”

“Haha, yeah it is. I guess I just wasn’t really trying today.”

Adrian snorted, scanning your body with his cold eyes. “Today? You don’t try at all. You always look like trash.”

“More than trash, you always look like you just rolled in dog shit.” Sammy threw her head back and cackled at her own joke.

Your friends around you erupted in laughter as you four walked down the hallways of the hell that was your public high school. You awkwardly chuckled alongside them, you didn’t really find it funny, but you didn’t want to draw more attention towards yourself.

“Seriously, (y/n), I really don’t know why we still hang out around you anymore. You really let yourself go.”

“Yeah, now that I think about it, you did gain like five pounds in the past week.”

“Really not a good look on you, love. Then again, nothing you do can make you look good anymore.”

You tried to not let their comments get to you, you really did, but sometimes their comments just rooted themselves deep into your subconscious. You didn’t try looking good anymore, you couldn’t wear anything without them criticising it. You could never win.

“Awe,” Adrien poked your cheeks, “stop looking so sad. We’re just trying to give you advice. You really need it.”

“Yeah, (y/n). You’re so sensitive, get a grip.”

“Guys look, I think she’s gonna cry!”

You wiped at your welling eyes with the sleeves of your sweater. “I’m not. I just got allergies.”

Annie rolled her eyes. “Uh-huh. Anyways, what are our plans for Halloween? We should totally dress up like sexy angels! I think that’d be so cool. Like, Clint’s party won’t be ready for us.”

“Oh, about that Annie…”

“God, what now (y/n)?”

“I was actually planning on spending Halloween night taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating with my brothers and dad. I won’t be able to go with you guys, I’m sorry.”

The group groaned loudly. “C’mon (y/n), you never hang out with us anymore.”

“Oh my god (y/n) you still go trick-or-treating? We’re juniors.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve just been busy with my AP classes and studying for the SAT. My team captain’s really been pushing the team hard with volleyball practice. State finals are soon and we want first this year.”

“No matter how much studying you do, you’re gonna fail. You’re stupid, so why try? Just give up and hang out with uuussss.”

“Yeah (y/n),” Adrien looked at you suspiciously, “you’ve been ignoring us lately. I thought we were friends. Do you even wanna be friends anymore?”

You felt a flare of panic flare up in your gut. “I do! I-I just have so much going on right now. It’s starting to get hard to juggle everything.”

“We’re starting to think that you don’t like us anymore, we want our (y/n) back!” Sammy whined. The others agreed with her, making you feel guilty. You were ignoring them, it was selfish in your opinion. You supposed that you could skip out on taking Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating, there’ll be other years you could take them.

“I guess I can take Tommy and Tubbo another year. They’d just have to go without me this year.”

They cheered, giving you praise. You beamed at that, they seemed down lately and you loved it when they’d give you compliments. They didn’t do that much, so that made their praise more special to you. You strived to get compliments.

You four went off to your separate first classes for the day. Yours was statistics, a class you’ve been struggling in lately. You didn’t know anybody in there except for your oldest brother Techno, so you tried to stick with him. Unfortunately, the teacher’s seating chart placed you both on opposite ends of the room, probably because of your last names indicating that you’re siblings. You placed your stuff down on the table and plopped down into your seat, already drained. You had a long day ahead of you; you had a major AP world history test in your next class, you had to give a presentation in your AP english class that was worth a quarter of your final grade, and you had a semifinals volleyball match that would last until late in the night. If your team won, you would be going to state finals, so it was a lot of pressure on your shoulders. You were the main setter, so you had to really focus tonight if you were going to score your team points.

“Alright class, pull out your homework!”

Fuck, you had homework? You looked in your folder, only to see the unfinished sheet full of equations you didn’t understand staring back at you tauntingly. Mr. Mullins walked over to your desk, took one look at your blank homework, and just walked right past you. Another big fat zero in the gradebook for you, just what you needed. At least he wasn’t in the mood to berate you today. You didn’t need any more stress piled onto your shoulders.

The lesson felt like it dragged on forever with you frantically trying to copy down the notes on the board and trying to understand the content at the same time. Overtime, he would call students up to the board. Hopefully, he would skip over you today. “Ms. Minecraft.” Goddamn it, you spoke too soon.

Your head perked up and you looked at him. “Yes sir?”

“Come up to the board and solve this.”

Gulping, you felt panic rise up in you and stood up with shaky knees. On the board was part of the newer content he was just teaching. Something that you understood only a little bit better than the rest, and that’s not saying much. You still didn’t understand the content completely. Your writing was shaky as you wrote what you thought was right on the board. Finding the answer, you circled it and looked at Mr. Mullins. He looked disappointed.

“That’s wrong, Ms. Minecraft. Please sit down.”

You felt like your face was on fire as you saw the entire class burning holes into you with their eyes. Though they looked dead inside, as per usual with any morning class full of tired teenagers, their effects still took hold on you. You wanted to crawl into a dark hole and die. You sat back down and stared at your note packet, you couldn’t focus on the lecture anymore. Your attention was fully on your surroundings, you were hyper aware of every little whisper and bouncing leg in your peripheral vision. You could feel yourself spiraling, usually that wouldn’t happen until after your third class. Today was going to be rough.

The loud chime of the bell startled you out of your thoughts. You shakily put your papers back into your binder and put the binder back into your backpack. Right as you were about to walk through the door, you heard Techno catch up to you. “Hey, you good?”

“Yeah Tech, I’m just peachy.”

“Are you su-”

“Technoblade. I’m fine. Now if you excuse me, I have to get to my next class. I have an important presentation I’ve gotta prepare for.”

Without giving him any room to argue, you rushed off to your english class. You had Adrian and Annie in your class. For your presentation, you were paired up with people that you hardly knew. At least they did their part in the project, you were certain you were going to die if you got paired up with Adrian and Annie again. You loved them, but they never did any part of their portion of work. They left it to you to finish at midnight the day the project was due. To be fair, they both told you they had family emergencies, so you covered for them just that once.

You pulled out your flashcards only to have them knocked out of your hand when someone bumped into you. You quickly crouched to pick them up so you could have them in order by time class started. “Oops, sorry love.”

It was Annie. She and Adrian towered over your crouched form smirking at you. Looking back down to rearrange your cards, you murmured “it’s ok.”

“Are you ready for this presentation, I know I am.”

You smiled a little. “Actually, I think I’m going to ace this. English is my best subject.”

“Yeah (y/n), I wasn’t asking you. I was talking to Annie. Besides, you’re probably going to fail this.” Adrian scoffed.

“Thank you for asking, Adrian,” Annie shot a pointed look at you, “at least someone cares.”

The bell rang, signifying the start of your second block. You felt like you had a lump in your throat blocking your breathing. If Adrian, one of the smartest kids in your english class, said that you were going to fail, then you probably were going to fail. That would take a huge hit on your grade, this project was worth a quarter of your final grade after all. You were zoned out for the entirety of your classmate’s presentations putting yourself into a spiral. You jumped when Mr. Todd, your teacher, called your group up to present.

You stood stiffly in the middle of your two groupmates and clutched your flashcards with clammy hands. Luckily, your part of the presentation was not first. When it came to your part, you were stuttering and tumbling over your words. You even dropped your flashcards in front of everybody, causing half the class to snicker. Your face burned as you hurried to pick them up and your other groupmate took this as a signal to continue the presentation. You still had an important point to make that was integral for the set up to your other groupmate’s part of her presentation. You stared at your flashcards for the rest of the presentation.

When the bell rang, you made a mad dash out of the classroom. You didn’t want to talk to anybody, especially not Adrian or Annie. It was a relief that you had your lunch period at the moment. You could hide yourself in the bathroom nobody used and let your panic attack ride itself out.

You ducked inside a stall and sat on the toilet, bringing your knees up to bury your face in them. The tears and panic you were holding in all day let itself out with explosive effects. You started to hyperventilate as you muffled your sobs with your knee. Your chest painfully clenched so you couldn’t breathe. Your limbs felt like they weighed two tons each and they were shaking intensely. You didn’t hear the end of the lunch bell ring. By the time you calmed down slightly, you were five minutes late to AP world history.

You packed your stuff up in a hurry, power walking through the halls. You probably looked like shit, but you didn’t care, you had a class to get to and a test that you probably wouldn’t be able to finish now. You lost ten minutes of your test time. When you tried to open the closed door, you found that it was locked. You had to knock if you wanted to get in. You raised a shaking hand to knock, but the door was opened by a less-than-impressed Ms. Osborne. She ushered you to your desk and gave you your unit test.

You couldn’t focus. The multiple choice section was usually a breeze to you, but you couldn’t comprehend any of the questions. When you could comprehend them, you couldn’t concentrate on choosing an answer. You did your best to find the correct answers, but you were almost positive that at least half of them were wrong. Your handwriting was nearly incomprehensible and your essay topic was something you didn’t study for. When you were done with half of the body paragraphs, the bell rang and you had to turn in your unfinished test.

You had your independent online psychology course next in the library. You usually worked alone secluded in a corner deep inside the library where nobody went. You would get some solace in being alone. Maybe you’d calm down enough so that you could ride home with your brothers and not go for a long walk so you could avoid them.

You settled down in the comfortable chair and pulled out your laptop to get started. Psychology was your favorite class. It was easy for you to understand, it didn’t have much of a workload attached to it, and it was fun to learn about. It always calmed you down reading about the intricate workings of the brain.

By time the day was over, you got most of your psychology work done and you were on your way to the car you shared with Technoblade and Wilbur. You took out your spare keys and slumped against the window in the backseat. You were absolutely drained after your terrible day and you still felt panic swirling deep within you, waiting for the right moment to strike.

You stretched out your legs across the seat and leaned your back against the door. For the first time that day, you felt peaceful. You still had at least fifteen minutes to yourself until your brothers would start to make your way to the car. You felt the panic subside slightly and you fully relaxed. You closed your eyes and let yourself drift off into a light sleep. You needed your energy for tonight’s match.

The door you were leaning on swung open and you tumbled backwards smacking the back of your head against the metal frame of the car and reverse scorpioning onto the pavement. Your entire upper back and the back of your head exploded in pain and your lower back hurt slightly from having your back bent uncomfortably. You heard laughter above you as you felt tears of pain start to slip out of your eyes. Your legs swung out from their place above your face and landed on the ground with a painful thump.

You saw three blurry figures above you laughing at your pain. You reached up with a shaky hand to wipe at your tears and saw Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. They were cackling as you shakily stood up and sat on the comfortable seats of the car. You waited patiently for them to calm down.

Eventually, Sammy calmed down enough to explain what happened to you through chuckles. “I’m sorry (y/n), it was just too good to resist. You should’ve seen your face.”

She and the others broke back into uncontrolled laughter as they remembered your embarrassing fall. You were used to their antics, and quite frankly it felt good to make your friends laugh, even if it were at your own expense. Just as they were calming down once again, you saw Wilbur and Techno walk out the front doors of the school laughing at something the other said. Annie and Sammy heard their laughter and quickly turned around to watch them. They had massive crushes on both of your brothers, many in the school did.

Your brothers made their way to your shared car and stopped to look at you in slight confusion. “(Y/n), were you crying? What happened?” Wilbur asked worriedly.

“Yea-”

“Oh Wilbur, it was terrible, (y/n) fell out of the car. I don’t think she closed the door before she leaned on it.” Annie interrupted you with a faked concerned tone, a complete contradiction to her reaction before your brothers came.

Techno hastily made his way to the driver’s side door. “Well, if she’s hurt we better get going, right Wilbur?”

“Yes! We better get going, please excuse us.” He sat in the passenger seat and closed the door without hearing Sammy and Annie’s desperate attempts to stop them so they could talk to them. Your brothers thought Sammy and Annie were annoying. They absolutely hated being around them.

Waving apologetically at your friends, you pulled yourself into the car and closed the door. Annie and Sammy looked offended that you had let Wilbur and Techno get away from them. Avoiding their eyes, you looked down at your tightly clasped hands. They were shaking slightly.

After pulling out of the parking lot, Techno glanced at you from the rearview mirror. “You ok (y/n)?”

“Yeah, my back just hurts and I have a headache.”

“Well, do you wanna go and get some ice cream? We still have some time left before we have to pick up Tommy and Tubbo. Dad doesn’t have to know,” Wilbur asked you.

You sighed, you wanted nothing other than to take a nap before your match. “Sorry, but I need to watch what I eat today. We have semifinals tonight and I can’t have anything sugary. I just wanna go home and take a nap.”

Your brothers were quiet for the rest of the car ride until you reached your driveway. Techno twisted his body around in his seat to look at you after he put the car in park. “Did you actually fall out of the car?”

Shit, should you tell him the truth? If you did, they would almost certainly get mad at your friends. Sammy and Annie would never forgive you if you turned your brothers against them. You decided that you would take one for the team again. “Yeah, I wasn’t paying attention.”

Techno snorted. “Well, that was stupid,” he jokingly said. “Next time you’re gonna get run over by a parked car.”

You knew that he meant that as a joke, but it still stung. Stamping your emotions down, you laughed with him and Wilbur. It was stupid of you to do, you shouldn’t have let your guard down if you weren’t at home.

You winced as you slung your bag on your back and walked the best you could back into your house. Your upper back was killing you. You made a beeline to the bathroom and rummaged through the medicine cabinet looking for some pain relief pills. You took some and shambled off to your room to take your well earned nap. You set your alarm’s setting to its loudest volume and passed out.

You jolted up and gasped when you felt a wave of pain hit your upper back. You blearily looked at the time. You had a little under two hours before you had to get back to the school for your match. You groaned when you pulled yourself up, your head pounding with every turn. You pulled yourself out of bed and once again took some pain pills. You went downstairs to grab an apple or something to eat. Your dad was at the stove stirring something around in a pot.

He turned to look at you with an excited smile. “You ready for your match tonight? You’re gonna kill it!”

You only nodded halfheartedly and plopped yourself down at the table with your apple. Philza frowned at your lack of enthusiasm, but he figured that it was just because you just woke up from a nap. You’d bounce back eventually.

“Wilbur told me that you fell out of the car? How’d you do that?”

You shrugged, wincing slightly as it moved your back slightly. “Dunno, must’ve not closed the door.”

Philza was at your side in a hurry, his hands hovering over your shoulders. “Did you get hurt? Show me where it hurts.”

“My back and the back of my head.”

“Can I move your shirt so I could look?”

“Sure, go ahead.”

You felt him gently pull the neck of your t-shirt away from your body to peek at your back. You heard his breath hitch as he looked. Was it that bad? “Good god (y/n),” he breathed out.

“What, is it bad?”

“Don’t you feel how bad it is? Your entire back is bruised. I think there’s some blood too.”

“Damn.”

“First, language. Second, that’s all you have to say? Aren’t you in pain?”

“Yeah, but the pain pills are gonna kick in soon. I’ll be fine.”

“Would you be able to play tonight? I really think you should sit this one out.”

“No, I’m playing tonight Dad.”

“(Y/n),” oh no, he was using his stern dad voice. “It’s not a good idea to play tonight. You’re hurt, I’m sure they’ll understand if you sit this one out.”

You felt frustration rise up in you. “We’re in the semifinals. They need me, I’m the main setter. They’d lose without me playing.”

“(Y/n), I’m serious. You’re not playing today.”

“Dad, I am playing today. Look, I’ll talk to Coach Williams to see if I could be rotated out more often. I know she’d let me.”

He stared at you for a while before sighing. He knew there was no convincing you. “...Fine. But you better talk to Coach Williams about sitting out for a bit if your back hurts too much or I swear I’ll drag you off the court myself.”

You smiled a little at the small victory. “Thank you! I promise I’ll sit out if needed.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “If needed?”

You sighed, “when needed.”

He walked over to the pot, stirring the contents slightly. “That’s better. Dinner’s almost ready, I made some pasta.”

“It smells good, but I think I’m skipping out on it for today. I already ate this apple and if I eat any more I’ll probably hurl on the court.”

He made a displeased noise in the back of his throat, “fine, but you’re eating something when we get home tonight.”

He walked off to go get your brothers and Tubbo for dinner. You could hear their booming steps racing down the stairs towards the kitchen. They raced into the kitchen and almost crashed into the back of your chair. You stood up and looked at the two excitable fifth graders. “Careful boys, don’t want you getting hurt.”

“You’re no fun (y/n),” Tommy whined.

“Sure, sorry bout that,” Tubbo beamed at you.

You chuckled, making your way upstairs to get ready for your match. You took off your clothes with great difficulty and slipped on your jersey and your spandex shorts. They were way too short for your tastes, but you couldn’t wear longer ones, they’d just get in the way. You fondly remembered how your dad flipped out when he first saw you in them, he hated them with a burning passion. He still hates how short they are.

When you were struggling with pulling your hair back into a tight, sleek ponytail, the back of your head throbbed continuously with pain. You most likely bruised your scalp.

You slipped on your shoes that were made specifically for playing volleyball and headed downstairs. You were met with Tommy and Tubbo jumping in excitement seeing you in your uniform. They loved going to your matches, even if they would always pass out in the car after them because matches usually ended late at night. You grabbed your dad’s keys and headed to his car. Before you could lead the boys out the door, Philza’s voice stopped you.

“(Y/n), coat.”

You huffed, grabbing your coat and putting it on before tossing him his keys. You four got into the car and set out for the high school. The short drive was filled with Tommy and Tubbo asking you questions about volleyball and encouraging you. “(Y/n), you’re gonna kick their butts!”

“Yeah!” Tubbo cheered

Despite their voices causing a spike of pain to shoot throughout your head, you laughed at their enthusiasm. It was always nice to hear your little brother and pseudo brother in the stands cheering you on, they were your and your team’s personal cheerleaders.

Not long after you got to the school, you were stretching with your team on the gym’s floor. Your posse found their way into the stands, sitting in the front row. The away team watched your team like a hawk, analysing every single player for any weakness. It was because of them that you tried to not show any pain when you moved your back. You talked to Coach Williams before the team stretch and she was obviously sympathetic with your situation. She agreed to switching you out with the standby setter every few rotations.

The echo of the whistles caused pain to ring in your head every time someone scored or a foul was called. Your team captain, Haley, was constantly, yet discreetly checking on you throughout the game since she was always next to you. She was the team’s main spiker after all.

The game droned on and on before you realized that the opposing team was targeting you when they were offensive. They probably realized that you were injured a round ago. You tried your best to block every ball that was sent your way, but a few managed to slip past you when you couldn’t move fast enough. This team was good, but your team was better.

The score during the final round was tied and the clock was on it’s last ten seconds as the ball soared your way. You dove to hit it, landing on your shoulder on the hard floor and hitting it up high enough for Haley to spike the ball down. The crowd went wild as the ball bounced off from the opposite end of the court almost simultaneously with the screeching of the referee’s whistle, signifying the end of the game and your team’s victory.

You laid on the floor in pain, you thought you must’ve pulled your tender muscles in your back and shoulder. It hurt to move it. You felt one of your teammates grab your hand to yank you up into a giant full team group hug. You yelped slightly in pain as you felt arms press against your back and hands firmly patting your bruised shoulders. You were whisked away into the locker room to change into the pajamas you brought with you.

“(Y/n), are you alright? That was a pretty hard fall.” Haley’s soft voice asked you. You felt your heart sing in your chest.

“Yeah Hales, I’m fine. I just pulled a few muscles.”

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowed together, “are you sure? As your team captain and your friend, I’m worried about you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. You felt warm knowing that she cared about you. “I’m sure, worrywart.”

She rolled her eyes playfully and breathed out a soft laugh. “Sorry for asking, grump.” Her laugh sounded like music to your ears.

Your phone vibrated in your pajama pocket, alerting you of your family waiting for you in the car and for you to hurry up. You sighed, “sorry Hales, I gotta go. Dad’s getting impatient.”

She gave you a small smile. “Oh, well, tell your family I said hi! Good work on the court today, I wouldn’t ask for a different setter.”

You felt your cheeks warm up and you watched with wide eyes as she left the locker room. Your phone vibrated again, your dad was really starting to get impatient.

You walked out of the school as fast as you could to find your dad’s car waiting for you up front. Jumping in and softly closing the passenger side door, you slumped against the window. “(Y/n),” Tommy’s tired voice slurred. “That. Was. Pog…”

You glanced back to see him and Tubbo snoring away in their seats. Your match was more exciting than usual, so that must’ve really tired them out. You chuckled, turning back around to lean against the window. You took care not to put any weight on your shoulder or back.

“(Y/n), you were amazing out there, but why did you dive for that ball? That fall looked like it hurt.”

You hummed tiredly, “thanks Dad. I just did what I thought would win us the game. We’re going to finals!” You quietly sang.

“Did you hurt your shoulder?”

“I actually don’t know, but I think I might’ve pulled a few muscles. Nothing too bad.”

“...I scheduled a doctor’s appointment for you tomorrow morning during your first and second blocks. I want you to get your back, shoulder, and head looked at. You looked miserable the entire match.”

You sighed, too tired to argue, “mmk.”

He chuckled before the car fell into a comfortable silence. The gentle bouncing of the car and the subtle hum of the engine was lulling you to sleep. Your eyelids were drooping by the time you pulled into your driveway.

You drug yourself out of the car and into the house, leaving Philza with the sleeping boys. You walked straight to your room and plopped down on your bed, passing out instantly for the second time that day.

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Pick and Mix Collection

A selection of Little Tracy fics for @gordonthegreatesttracy and @psychoseal

All can be found with other short stories in my Pick & Mix Collection on AO3 & FFNet: CreativeGirl29

School Reports. Aged 8.

Scott Tracy:

Scott is a bright young boy, who is extremely popular with all his classmates. He is always first to put himself forward for team challenges and is a natural team leader. However, Scott tends to be impulsive and rush into an activity or challenge, which on occasions as cost him a higher mark. Scott excels in English, Geography and Physical Education but tends to struggle in maths.

John Tracy:

John is a quiet, introspective and intelligent young man, who excels in Science, Maths, English and Information Technology. John as the potential to go far in life and could be moved up a grade if he was to apply himself to what he once referred to as the ‘boring subjects’ and stop correcting myself and my other colleagues when we are trying to teach.

Virgil Tracy:

Virgil is a lovely, thoughtful boy, who always listens in class, speaks when he is spoken to, and on occasions has gone out of his way to support other classmates when they are struggling. Virgil has a gift for art, music and history. He also recently earned top marks when we taught first-aid in his class. However, I would like to bring to your attention Virgil’s tendency to day dream when he is not taking part in one of his favourite subjects.

Gordon Tracy:

Gordon is a conundrum and seems to have two sides to him. On the one side, you have the sweet boy who will always be there for his friends, excels in physical education, especially swimming and did surprisingly well when we did our big baking day. However, the other side of Gordon has a habit of constantly chatting in class, despite being asked to be quiet and as unfortunately become known as the school clown. If Gordon were to apply himself in all his work instead of drawing pictures of himself as a fish, he could gain good marks in all his classes.

Alan Tracy:

Alan is a smart boy who as always got a smile on his face. When he is interested in a subject, or as been caught by an idea he is an absolute pleasure to teach. However, like his brother before him, he tends to chat in class, and on many occasions, has had his portable computer console confiscated when he has been found playing on it, instead of learning. Alan struggles in History but excels in science and maths. I would also like to bring to your attention Alan’s report on ‘Our Heroes.’ All the children in his class decided to write about a celebrity, sports personality or historical figure. Instead, Alan wrote a fantastic and touching report where he named his older brother John as his hero and who he would most like to be like when he grows up.

5 more fics beneath the cut

STAR BOY:

"John you've been told not to run in the house." His father complained, catching his 4-year-old son in his arms.

"I'm not John." John answered with a serious face.

"Oh, you're not?" Jeff remarked, observing the cape John had attempted to make out of his comfort blanket. "Well, I must say, you certainly look like my John!"

"Shush! Daddy." John whispered. No one can know my secret ident…" John paused, thinking about the word he was struggling to say. "Ident…"

Jeff smiled. "Identity."

John grinned. "Yeah, my secret identity."

"So, who are you then?" Jeff inquired curiously.

"I'm Star Boy." John shouted, as he managed to struggle free and started running around in circles.

Jeff let out a chuckle at his son's exuberance. "So, Star Boy. What powers do you have?"

"Fly in space." John cried with joy.

"And what's your current mission Jo… I mean Star Boy?"

John ground himself to a sudden halt. "Find baby Virgie!" He stated with a thoughtful look.

"Virgil." Jeff corrected. "And he's not missing, he's nice and safe in your mummy's tummy."

John stared at his dad in confusion. "But I heard you and mummy say that he was late, and then mummy said if he didn't turn up soon she would…"

"Okay, John." Jeff said cutting John off. He would have to have a word to Lucille about what John had overheard. He knew she would be mortified but John seemed to have exceptional hearing and they both knew that their boy was very bright for his age. Jeff held his arms out for his current youngest son. John happily ran into them, and let himself be pulled up onto his father's lap. "Now, Virgil is still safe in your mummy's tummy, the reason he's late is because your mum has made it so comfortable in there that he doesn't want to leave yet."

"But I want to find him, cause then I'll get to be big brother like Scotty." John frowned.

Jeff pulled John into a warm hug. "And you will be a brilliant big brother just like Scott." He assured him.

As Jeff held John tightly in his arms, a shout from his mother came from in the kitchen, followed by his oldest son running into the room.

"Daddy, Grandma said to tell you mummy's waters broken!" Scott panted.

Jeff pulled himself to his feet, keeping John firmly in one arm, and taking Scott's hand with the other. "Well, my Star Boy." Jeff said, looking at John with pride. "It looks like your mission was successful!"

"It was?" John asked with a puzzled expression.

Jeff beamed as he stood John next to Scott, who automatically took his little brother's hand in his. "Yes, you did!" He added, with a concerned look towards the kitchen as he heard his mother and Lucille call for him once more. "Looks like baby Virgil is on his way!"

Several hours later:

John grinned with joy, as with his mother's help, he held his new baby brother in his arms. "Hey, Virgie." He said softly. "I'm John, your big brother… And my secret is I'm also Star Boy." He whispered. "I helped find you today!" John looked at Virgil who gazed at him with his big eyes. "And my next mission is to be your big brother." He said with a contented sigh.

4 little brothers.

12 year old Scott Tracy stretched out in his bed, enjoying the warmth from is duvet on a cold winters night. Yes, this was his time. His time to relax after a full on day spent with 4 hyper younger brothers. His time to bask in the peace and quiet his room provided…

… THUNDERCLAP … the pouring rain began hammering at his window …

Scott sighed, threw back his blanket and began counting "5, 4, 3, 2, 1…"

… THUNDERCLAP … 4 scared little brothers rushed into his room …

"Come on then, jump in."

… THUNDERCLAP… 4 scared little brothers scurried noisily into the bed.

Pulling the blanket over them all Scott smiled when he felt each of them snuggle up to him. 'Forget the peace and quiet,' he thought to himself. He would prefer to have his 4 brothers any day!

First Day.

“Don’t want too…” Alan whined, clinging desperately onto his father’s trousers.

“But you have to,” Jeff returned, trying to loosen his son’s grip.

“Why?”

“Because…” Jeff paused, then exhaled, he had no answer for his baby. Honestly, he was out of his depth, normally this was Lucille’s job, but she wasn’t here like she had been for his other boys… He glanced at his four sons standing close by, none of them had wanted to miss this moment, none of them wanted Alan to feel like he was missing out on something, even though they knew that he was. After all, it shouldn’t be them doing this, it should be their mother. They’d all had her here for their first day, but Alan wouldn’t… And even though he hadn’t said anything they could see it in his eyes that he knew he was different from all of the other kids who were being dropped off by their moms.

“Because,” Scott said, stepping forwards, “you will get to make some cool new friends.”

“I will?”

“Yes,” John replied, “and you can play with some neat toys.”

“And when I was here,” Gordon added, “they had some awesome toy dolphins, and a submarine…”

Alan scrunched up his tiny nose.

Gordon grinned. “They also had some cars and toy rockets!”

“Wow!” Alan exclaimed.

“You can also draw and paint,” Virgil informed him.

“Without getting told off for using your paints?”

“As long as you share with your classmates,” Virgil said with a big smile, “then you can use whatever you want… And maybe you could bring me a picture back of your favourite toy?”

Alan nodded enthusiastically, then looked up to his dad. “I’m ready to go now daddy!”

Jeff knelt down so his eyes were level with Alan’s. “Have a brilliant day son.”

Alan beamed, loosened his grip, then immediately ran towards his teacher.

Standing, Jeff reached out and brought his four other boys into a warm hold. Knowing that whenever he was out of his depth then his amazing sons would always have his back.

The Beast

It was dark. Only a few rays of sunlight managing to penetrate the lair he had entered. He had been warned on numerous occasions about the beast that inhabited this area and was known to attack when woken, but he had not believed. Yes, he had seen it on many occasions, but all of those times it had been funny, friendly and caring. Surely, just because it was woken early it wouldn't attack. Especially since it was him.

He creeped closer. Currently it was lying on its stomach, eyes were tightly shut, and bizarre noises were emitting from it. Finally, reaching his destination he leant towards it, his hand reaching out, but then a sudden snort from the thing in front of him was released causing him to jump back. Maybe it wasn't best to disturb it? Maybe Gordon was right, and the beast did attack if provoked this early? Although his brother was known to make things up. This probably was just one of his jokes and the usual encounter would be received. He had to be brave and find out the truth. Straightening himself up, he stepped forwards, and placed his hand confidently on the shoulder in front of him…

"Virg…"

No movement, no signs of him waking, so he tried again…

"Virgie?"

This time a groan emitted from his brother, then once again he grew quiet…

"Virgie," he pushed harder on his shoulder, "please wake up."

A yawn, and a pair of bleary eyes opened, grumpy and nothing like the kind-hearted peaceful ones he was used to… He moved backwards… Maybe this was a mistake… But then there eyes met, and a soft gentle smile illuminated the features of his brother.

"Hey Alligator, what's up?"

"Nothing," Alan replied with a little snigger at the nickname.

Virgil regarded the three-year-old in front of him. "Nothing, really?"

"Well, Gordy said you were a beast in the morning, but I didn't believe him, so he said I should come and see for myself."

"Did he indeed?"

Alan nodded his head.

"Well, I'm not a beast."

"Knew it!" Alan cheered happily.

"But," Virgil looked at his clock, "when I am woken this early, I am known to turn into a bear."

Alan gasped in shock.

"And you know what bears do, right?"

Alan scrunched up his little nose and shuck his head…

"Well, they are known to attack."

"Really?"

"Yes, with…" Virgil paused for dramatic effect… "tickles!"

A fit of giggles erupted from Alan when Virgil pounced, flung him over his shoulder, then onto the bed where he began tickling him madly.

Baby Talk

"Hi, I'm Scott, I'm four years old, I love aeroplanes and jumping off the couch. Although mummy and daddy tell me off for that one. My best friend became a big brother to a little sister last year, he's really good at it, and I want to be the same. So, I will always cuddle you, care for you, and when you get bigger I will help you to learn all of the things I found hard. I promise that I will be the best big brother you could ask for…" He leaned in and kissed his mother's tummy, feeling a kick back in response… "Love you too!"

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Itadakimasu!! | Part 11: I'm Sorry (Written Chapter)

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The Mixtape: Thinking of you | CA, 1979

The music that pooled out of Onigiri Miya was anything but what you expected. A small smile crept up onto your face - despite your best efforts - and with a featherlight touch, you crept into the restaurant, silently thanking the soft jazz for drowning out the creaks as you pushed the door open in search of a certain chef.

Osamu stood at the sink, hands working some leftover dishes from the work day. He hummed softly along to the music, and it surprised you just how nice he sounded - how his deep hum complemented the honey voice that dripped through the speakers; rich, thick, and soft like velvet. You padded into the kitchen, clutching the wine and apron closer to your frame so as not to bump it on anything that could give you away, and allowed yourself a few minutes to listen and appreciate before ultimately ruining the moment.

“I didn’t know you could sing, Miya.” You brought a hand up to suppress a giggle as he stiffened and dropped the plate he had been washing with a loud clatter. Osamu bowed his head and cleared his throat, loud enough to drown out the music for a brief moment before it ultimately pervaded the kitchen once more. He grabbed the nearest towel to dry his hands before reaching for the remote, the music ceasing with a quick click. Once he turned around, your eyes immediately fell on the dusted pink that settled onto his cheeks, and you did your best to ignore the warmth that ignited in your chest at the sight.

"So, Etta James, huh?" Osamu coughed awkwardly, turning his attention back toward the sink to finish up the last few dishes that lingered in the basin.

"Ya know Etta James?" An affirming hum left your lips as you placed the bottle of wine and your apron on the island, eyes flitting over the rustic kitchen in search of wine glasses.

The kitchen was a decent size, the bright wooden counters and cabinets a stark contrast to the dark iron of the appliances, but it complemented each other and suited the space well. The soft ivory paint on the walls kept the overall area from being too loud compared to the rest of the restaurant, and you wondered if Kita was behind the greenery that added a lush, vibrant addition to the otherwise plain shop. Your eyes landed on a modest pile of cookbooks stored neatly in the corner, and you let out a huff of victory as you made your way over to the wine glasses that sat in a windowed cabinet above them.

"My parents were big fans, they've always had a funny fascination with America," you explained, and from the corner of your eye you saw him nod. The two of you relished in the, for once, comfortable beats of silence that followed, and you were surprised when he - for a second time since you had met him - decided to be the one break it.

"My Ma used to have this busted up, old, mix tape that she would play every night when she made dinner. Got it at a flea market when she spent a semester abroad in California. She always talked about how she wished she could visit again." The fondness in his voice made your heart squeeze. You busied yourself, listening intently as you placed two wine glasses onto the counter and filled them generously. "Eventually the cassette broke from years of abuse, but I managed to find the songs and make her a playlist. She still listens to it, every night, and I guess I got so used to it that it feels almost...wrong, to cook without hearin' it in the background, even though I'm not home anymore." You slid one glass over to him and he raised a brow at it, a soft smile pointed your way.

"I think ya skimped me a bit," he joked, and you chuckled sheepishly, a hand coming to scratch the back of your neck.

"What can I say, I like my wine." He chuckles as you reach for the small remote.

"You didn't have to stop it, you know. I love me some Etta," you said, and his smile widened ever so slightly as you pressed play, the smooth voice fluttering through the speakers once more, softer this time as you adjusted the volume. You lifted the wine glass to your lips, taking a tentative first sip. The second the bittersweet liquid hit your tongue, you closed your eyes and sighed into the familiarity. It flashed you back to Tokyo; the seemingly endless nights on the balcony with Tendou and Semi, your drunken laughter rivaling the music in volume as Semi sang along with fervor - but, really, does anyone sound good when they're nearly a bottle deep?

Reality slammed into you like a meteor, and you were instantly struck back into the present moment, meeting Osamu's eyes as he watched you curiously. You felt the warmth crawl up your neck from the embarrassment, and you cleared your throat in the hopes that you could divert his attention to literally anything else.

"So, are you gonna teach me how to properly make some Onigiri tonight?" His eyes fell on the apron you brought, the one he gifted to you, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise as his lips settled into a playful smirk.

"Who said anythin' about 'teach'? I said I'd show ya how I make it; I didn' say nothin' about teachin' ya."

"And miss out on learning how to make Onigiri Miya's signature dish? No way." Osamu scoffed as you grabbed your apron and began tying it around your waist. His arms folded in front of him, his lips a thin line. You couldn't tell if he was thinking or already disapproving.

"This was meant to be an apology, you know," he started, but you cut him off.

"I know! And what better apology than by helping me perfect my shaping?" The resigned sigh that followed meant a victory for you, the grin proof enough for both of you that you had won. "So, what are we making today?"

"I figured I'd keep it simple tonight. Ya like fatty tuna?" Of course you do. Who doesn’t? "Great, let's get started then."

To be honest, you weren't expecting Osamu to be as patient with you as he was. Even though you were decently acquainted with the 'art form' that was Onigiri (as so eloquently and dramatically described by Osamu), you decided to entertain him and pretend to struggle with every step - over shredding the tuna, spilling the spices, adding too much mayo - in the minor hope that you could catch him stressed and maybe a bit frustrated - but to your somewhat disappointment, mostly pleasant surprise, every effort to get at least a furrowed brow or a groan was met with a warm smile, sometimes a breathy chuckle, and a strong pair of arms gently guiding you through the correct steps.

It was as equally frustrating as it was endearing.

"Now ya wanna dip yer hands into the dish of water I left on the side for ya, yeah, great, that's it - now grab a pinch of salt - not too much, just a pinch, and ya wanna rub it into yer hands to prep for the rice."

"What if I have a cut somewhere?"

"Do ya have a cut?"

"Well, not that I know of, but what if there's a cut I don't know about?"

"Well then I guess we'll find out soon, won' we?"

You huffed, but nonetheless pinched the tiny mountain of salt and collected a modest amount before tentatively rubbing it into your hands. Your shoulders were stiff the entire time, prepared for the sudden sting on the off chance the salt decided to acquaint itself with an unknown wound on your hand. You heard Osamu stifle a laugh, and your eyes met his as he smirked at your cautious form.

"Stop staring at me, focus on your own stupid rice ball." He laughed - loudly, beautifully - and you felt your hands tremble the slightest bit as you tried to put all of your focus on making a stupid, dumb triangle out of some stupid, dumb rice.

"Need some help?" You merely grumbled in response as the little bundle of rice and filling crumbled in your hands, despite your feeble attempts at shaping it. He set his own, perfectly shaped, onigiri aside and scooched over to you, his arms reaching around your form, chest pressed lightly against your back. "Yer pressing in too softly, so the rice isn't holding. Cup yer hands like this-" he cupped your hands within his own "-just like that. Now press a little firmer, like this." You were trying your best to pay attention to what he was showing you, you really were - but you couldn't help but marvel at how soft his hands were. You expected them to be rough; calloused from years of cooking, volleyball, and the handyman side hobby, but clearly that wasn’t the case. What kind of lotion did he use to make them feel so smooth? Probably some fancy homemade Aloe Vera lotion Kita made for him, you thought with a scoff.

This new revelation had also made you hyper aware that your hands were not, in fact, soft - countless burns, cuts, and other various acts of carelessness in the kitchen have given your hands a battle worn texture that no amount of hoity toity, all natural Aloe Vera would be able to soften up. He must have been cringing inside just having to touch the absolute burlap that is your haggard looking, stupid hands, oh god-

"Nice job, yer doin' great." The gentleness in his voice plucked you from your inner turmoil, effectively grounding you back to the task at hand. What was once a crumbling mess of rice and tuna now stood a beautifully crafted onigiri, the plump triangle nestled snuggly in between your hands. A gasp left you as you beamed at the finished product, and you whipped your head toward him, twisting slightly within his grip so you could face him properly.

It was then that you realized just how close he was to you.

Whatever words you had planned to say to him died in your throat as your brain tried to comprehend why the hell his face was so close to yours. Osamu seemed to be in a similar state of shock, eyes wide and mouth emulating a fish, opening and shutting when the words weren't coming to him. From the way your own mouth gaped, you imagined you shared a similar expression.

Simultaneously, almost comically, you separated yourselves and severed eye contact, Osamu finding something above you particularly interesting. What exactly, you weren't sure - you were too busy eyeing every minute detail of the remarkably plain tile flooring.

Like an awkward embrace from an old friend you never truly vibed with, the uncomfortable silence settled between you two once again.

It would have almost felt nostalgic, if you didn't hate it with a seething passion.

'And my arms need someone, someone to enfold'

The playful jazz number cut through the silence, and you mentally cursed Etta for clearly not reading the room - your arms were certainly not looking to enfold anybody at the moment, and you imagined it was likely that Osamu felt the same.

You spun back around toward your work station, a quick roll of your shoulders the only indication that you were gonna keep working, because you sure as shit didn't trust whatever would have come out of your mouth had you chosen to open it. Lucky for you, he seemed to get the hint and moved back toward his own work station, making quick work of shaping what he had left, while you continued to struggle, albeit far less than before.

Not a word had been uttered in the moments that followed, the music filling the awkward rift that split between you.

To be honest, you felt guilty that nearly every interaction between you two inevitably dissolved into a dense, unbearable tension; the once lighthearted mood suddenly cracked open like a fault line, the quiet settling between you like dust, and it always felt so thick that trying to bring the moment back its old, enlightened state seemed to take such an immense amount of effort - effort that neither one of you appeared to want to put forth.

You wondered if Osamu shared a similar sentiment.

While you finished up the last of your onigiri, you allowed your attention to flicker to Osamu as he eyed the leftover tuna filling with seemingly great interest, brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. You watched as he scooped the mess onto his finger, putting obvious effort into keeping it balanced as he brought the teetering pile to his lips. Right as he went to close his lips around his finger, the tiny mountain fell, smearing onto his chin and landing on the counter with the saddest little ‘splat’ you'd ever heard. The disappointment he exuded at his misfortune is what ultimately broke you, and you laughed - a bright, gleeful sound that dispelled the suffocating air in an instant, and made you feel like you could finally breathe again (which was ironic, considering how out of breath you were from the incessant giggles that sprung free with absolutely no regard for your lung capacity).

Your hand flew to your mouth in an (admittedly failed) attempt to stifle yourself, as well as possibly save the last shred of rapidly waning dignity Osamu was probably holding onto for dear life. You folded in on yourself, laughter bouncing off the restaurant floor and - again, probably - stabbing directly into Osamu's crumbling pride.

Just as you opened your mouth to apologize, Osamu's loud, beautiful laugh cut through your own, and at the sight of his uncharacteristically bright smile, accompanied with the little smear of mayo on his chin, you realized that, maybe, probably, he was actually doing just fine; and that this - laughing with him - was something you'd never been given the chance to do before, and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't something you wished you could do more often.

You hoped that, maybe, Osamu wanted that, too.

"So, I take it they didn't teach you how to make onigiri at your fancy schmancy culinary school?" He smiled as you bit back a groan. It was embarrassing, how ugly your onigiri looked next to his. Sure, you were joking about your incompetence in the beginning in the hopes to rile him up a little; but when it came to actually forming the balls, well - there's a reason the spite onigiri you made were small and round.

"You win this time, rice man." He boldly plucked one of your creations and plopped it onto his plate, while you opted for one of his. You knew yours were gonna have too much mayo and way too much seasoning, and you weren't about to subject yourself to that.

You took a bite out of the rice ball and audibly moaned - how is something so simple so delicious? He chuckled, lazy smile draped across his features as he watched you eat. The little sparkle in his eyes didn't go unnoticed by you, and you felt a tiny tug on your heart at how excited he was that you were enjoying his food, even if he wasn't being outwardly showy about it like you tended to be.

"'This time'? Does that mean we're doing this again?" You reached for another one of his as you hummed to yourself.

"Hmm, maybe. Maybe I'll force you to bake me some macarons." You were kidding, of course - you wouldn't wish that upon even your worst enemies - but the way his eyes brightened and he agreed with a small but noticeable lilt to his voice had you wondering if maybe making macarons wouldn't be all that bad if you made them with him.

He bit into your onigiri, taking a far more generous bite than you would have, and you snickered at the obvious attempt to conceal the grimace he had involuntarily made upon swallowing. The way he tiptoed around his critique of your failure was incredibly endearing ("It's not bad, just...mayo-y." "You don't have to eat it, you know." "No no, you worked hard, I'm gonna eat it."), and you felt the first little crack form in the walls you had begun to keep up around him ever since the curry incident.

The longer you enjoyed the food, wine, and - surprisingly - company, the harder it became to ignore the guilt that had settled onto your heart earlier in the evening. What started off as a mere twinge had become a sizeable weight in your chest, growing each moment you spent with him that didn't make you want to launch him off the summit of Mount Fuji.

"I'm sorry," you said, quiet and out of the blue. He shot you a confused smile.

"Pretty sure that's my job right now," he pointed out, and you offered a meek chuckle in response.

"I shouldn't have sold the dessert onigiri. Seeing just how passionate you are makes me realize the gravity of what I did. My ego was a little bruised and instead of being an adult about it, I openly insulted you and Kita by making a mockery of your business. I took it too far, and I'm really sorry about that. I'm sure it goes without saying, but I'm gonna stop making them so you don't have to worry anymore." He was quiet, staring at you in a way he hadn't before, and it made you feel far too exposed, playing with the rice crumbled on your plate as you waited for a reaction.

"I'm sorry, too. I only said those things because the idea of you expanding yer menu terrified me. Yer an amazin' chef, and I honestly think ya could run me out of business one day." His voice was soft, too; and you felt the crack grow considerably wider, your vulnerability peeking through pinched brows and hands that you couldn't seem to keep still. "I've always wanted to open up a location in Tokyo, and expand the menu. Onigiri made sense because it's always been a source of comfort, but as much as I love makin' em, there're others things I wanna make, too."

The air between you was...light. The weight that usually settled itself into your shoulder blades seemed to have dissipated, and you couldn't tell if it was the wine, the time, or Osamu. Maybe it was all three.

"I...I like it better when we don't hate each other," you said.

"I never hated you," he said.

"I never hated you either," you admitted.

"Does that mean we can stop pretending we do?" He looked you, and you saw hope.

You smiled.

"Yeah," you said. "We can."

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Fun facts -

Osamu listening to old 60′s love songs just did something to me ok, especially my girl Etta

Kita is 100% responsible for the plants

Osamu’s mom kept the tape, even after it finally broke beyond repair. It reminds her of Osamu’s father, who she met that summer in Cali

he was another exchange student from Japan. They had a summer fling and inevitably said their goodbyes when the summer was over and he had to fly back home.

They ended up bumping into each other a year after she moved back - and fate has been a big theme for the Miya’s ever since.

Osamu has always felt a little funny about it - it feels too convenient, and he doesn’t like the idea of not being in control of his own path.

He thought your ugly rice balls were disgusting, obviously, and he was sure to eat his own after the first one lmao

A/n - when you haven’t updated in so long you have to look at past chapters to remember how you formatted 😭. BUT ITS FINALLY DONEEEE, this chapter KICKED my ass oh my god but it feels so good to be finished and we’re finally moving into new territory~ I’m very excited for the next few chapters!! I hope you guys enjoy this latest chapter, please don’t be afraid to shoot me messages if you have questions!! I have a LOT of behind the scenes content that doesn’t make it into the fic sometimes and I’m always eager to share 🤩✨💛

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renaxwrites · 5 years ago

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Hello! May I ask scenario about the Nekoma manager at the national training camp (where Miya, Kageyama, Hoshiumi etc.)? She was called there as the best manager. And Atsumu fall in love with her.

Nekoma Manager Pt. 2

- (Atsumu)

a/n: lol y’all probably thought this would be a short scenario but nope I like to write long stuff hehe so here ya go!! I hope you enjoy it 💘 pt. 1 pt. 3 pt. 4

Life as the Nekoma manager was steady. Hectic, and practically babysitting twelve hyper menaces, but steady. You had become the team’s backbone, the one they would turn to to make sure things were up to par.

At this point in time, it was pretty evident that your analytical talent had begun to shine through. It had gotten to where coaches from other teams would seek you out to ask for quick guidance, whether it be for a specific player, a play they used, or on the team’s connectivity overall. Many knew you by name.

On one particular day, came a couple of surprises.

“Alrighty boys, huddle up! There’s a couple of announcements to be made,” the coach boomed. The team quickly circled around you and the coach.

“As you know, the All-Japan Youth Training Camp is coming up. Luckily, we’ve been fortunate enough to have one of our members be extended an invitation!” the coach beamed. The players excitedly began to exchange looks, as if they already knew who it was. You were curious as well, with a few possibilities running through your mind as to who it could be.

“Now, this member hasn’t been with us too long, but they have definitely made their mark on the team, and I think I speak for all of us when I say that I am very proud that their talent is being recognized. So, without further ado, go ahead and give your congratulations to y/n!!”

It took you a second to process, and within that one second the whole team managed to suffocate you into a giant group hug.

“Congrats y/n-chan!!” “You’re the best, you deserve it!!” “We love you y/n!!” “Remember us when you’re famous!!”

Once they release you and allow you to finally breathe, there was one more surprise.

“Congratulations, kitten. The team is so fortunate to have you as a manager, and as both a thank you and congratulations, the team decided to pitch in and get you this,” Kuroo hands you a thin wrapped box.

The team is eager for you to open it, and inside you find a sleek, brand new iPad along with an Apple Pencil.

You tear up, “This is for me? You guys didn’t have to!”

Lev pipes up, “All of us felt bad about your hand cramps and paper cuts from hand-writing all your notes. You always care for us, so we wanted to do something for you.”

You’re speechless, a tear slipping in gratitude. Instead of thinking of what to say, you take the iPad out of the box and tell everyone to scooch in for a team selfie.

“Everyone say Nekoma!” “NEKOMAAA”

You made it your wallpaper.

A few days later, you’re on the train on your way to the training camp. Just as you worry about being alone in the sea of people, you spot a familiar face.

“Tobio-kun!”

The blueberry-haired boy turns toward the sound of your voice. “Oh, hello y/n-san. Where are you on your way to?”

You look down at your directions. “I’m on my way to the youth training camp! I actually got invited to help manage. They want me to analyze their players, kinda what I do now, but a little more intense. I hope I’m going the right way though,” you nervously laugh.

Kageyama reassures you. “Oh, I’m on my way there as well. Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure we’re going the right way...this should be interesting for the both of us then.”

Turns out, you did go the right way. You’re soon met with the coaches in charge and introduce yourself, eager to get started.

Once the formalities were out of the way, one coach began to introduce you. “This is y/n, who is not only Nekoma’s manager, but one of the best in volleyball analytics we’ve ever seen so far. She has the same level of authority of any of us coaches. She is here to benefit your growth, therefore, if she wants you to do something, you need to do it. Understood?”

Everyone in the line nodded. Soon, you were going down the line of players, having them state their name, year, school, and position. You had uploaded pictures of each player that the coaches provided, and jotted down the general info underneath. God, this new tablet was so convenient.

Things were running smoothly until you reach the last player in line, a confident one with a lazy smirk plastered on his face.

Atsumu Miya. Second year. Inarizaki High School. Setter.

You’re scribbling out a couple of footnotes when you hear, “So, you’re our personal cheerleader for the most part, right? Well, you don’t have to critique me too much, since I was number one high school setter and got ‘best server’ at the Inter-high. Just in case you wanted to write that down too,” you look up to meet a sly wink and grin.

You put your tablet down at your side and the other hand on your hip. Everyone had their eyes on you before, but they were definitely paying attention now.

“Atsumu Miya, is it? Listen. This not only goes for you, but for all the players here. I may know a couple of you personally, but the second drills start, I’m observing each of you as if I’m seeing you for the first time. So anything you’ve done before stepping foot in here, you need to leave at the door. I’m going to analyze every single one of you with the same level of intensity to be fair. So I’m more of a coach than a cheerleader, I think.” Your statement wiped the smirk off his face, but there was still a glint of amusement in his eyes.

You turn and walk back to the coaches, who now give the vibe that they take you even more seriously. The main coach turns to you and suggests, “On that note, I think we should start our warm ups. How should we start?”

You think for a moment, and propose, “I think we should do some across-the-floor serves just to get them warmed up, and so I can see them individually.”

“Alright, you heard her! Let’s line up and begin!”

The first day came to a close, so you began to help some of the boys pack up the equipment. You’re taking down the net with Kageyama and Chigaya, who had reunited. They’re careful with their words as they bring up the earlier incident. “You know, if he ever bothers you again, just let us know.” “Yeah, it won’t sit right with us knowing if you’re ever uncomfortable.”

You wave your hand in dismissal. “I’ll keep that in mind, but it’s okay. I can handle it.”

Out of nowhere you hear, “Just know if you ever want me to teach him, let me know. I’ll clean up that little filth. Only real scums disrespect women.” You turn around to find Sakusa tenderly looking at you, only to turn to Miya’s direction and stare daggers into his figure.

“It’s okay boys, I’m fine, really. If I ever feel uncomfortable with anyone here, I’ll be sure to report it to someone. Okay? I do appreciate you all,” you reassure them, just in time to have the coaches summon you to start their strategy meeting.

Later on at dinner, you’re sitting with the coaches, exchanging funny and wild stories of things you’ve seen at matches. Kageyama and Chigaya sit together, eating and making idle chit-chat, when Atsumu goes and pulls up a chair to join them.

“So, Kageyama. You know y/n, don’t you?” Miya inquires.

Kageyama finishes chewing. “Yeah, Like they said, she’s Nekoma’s manager. She’s a pretty good friend to both myself and Karasuno. Really nice. I’m not surprised she got invited here. Extremely accurate in what she does.”

Miya chuckles. “You seem to know her pretty well. Do ya know if she’s single, too?”

That catches Kageyama off guard. “Well...uh...I’m not sure. I think so, it might have been mentioned at the summer camp...I don’t think we should talk about her business like that, what’s it to you?”

Once again, Miya has a lazy grin on. “Relax, it’s just general curiosity. At what I said to her this morning, it was only to get a feel for her vibe. That’s the first time a girl genuinely challenged me, most girls usually flirt when I talk to them. Now that I know she wasn’t, I’m kind of interested. She’s got that spunk ya hardly find, ya know?” He looks at you thoughtfully.

Kageyama snorts. “Yeah, good luck at that,” Chigaya shakes his head.

The next couple of days go by. Miya may have seemed to be joking, but he was actually serious when he said he was interested.

At first, it was innocent. He apologized for what he said, and made sure to let you know that he takes you seriously in your position. He then began to take good note of your critiques, immediately correcting anything that you suggested needed to be improved.

At some point, his interest began to grow. The two of you began to converse a little more, starting to get to know each other a little more personally. It was then he would offer you sweet compliments and subtle flirtations. These would go over your head, thinking he was just being polite, but the rest of the players deemed it obvious, and began to be a little protective.

There were times when a slight spark was shared. When Atsumu would accidentally brush against you, or when you would adjust his hands to make sure they were in the correct position for the drill. You didn’t want to put too much thought into it, but you could feel yourself blush every time. You usually would counter it by saying something sarcastic. But if only you knew that your playful teasing was watering Atsumu’s growing feelings.

“Y/n-san, have you ever been on a date before?”

You’re caught off guard from Miya’s question, and look of from the plays you were studying.

“Nope.”

“Really? You mean to tell me that someone as feisty and exasperating as you has never gone out with anyone?” you can hear the teasing in his voice. And a hint of something else, too.

You roll your eyes and push his shoulder with yours. You fail to notice how he leaned in a little more than before.

“No, Miya-kun. As hard as it is to believe, no one has ever had the courage to ask me.”

He presses his shoulder to yours in return.

“Well, what if someone at this camp wanted to take you out? What would you say to them?”

You feel his intense gaze on you, so you turn and stare just as deeply back.

“I would tell them that they need to beat Nekoma in order to take me on a date.”

He smirks, his eyes lingering on your lips for a split second. But it was long enough for you to notice. “Sounds like a deal to me, then.”

You raise a brow, “Oh? And who’s asking?”

Atsumu gets up and begins to stretch. “Just curious, is all.”

The camp had come to a close, and you were all bidding your good-byes. Kageyama and Chigaya offer to walk along with you back to the train station. You begin to walk out the doors when you hear someone call out your name.

You look back to see Miya raising his hand to you in farewell.

“Just so you know, y/n-chan, I plan on beating Nekoma very soon. Start thinking of somewhere you’d want to eat!”

You giggle and wave your hand in return. “We’ll see, Atsumu Miya.”

#haikyu!!#haikyuu!! imagines #miya atsumu #atsumu miya x reader #nekoma #all-japan intensive training camp #rena imagines

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[ ✨ ] hello! may i ask for an ikesen matchup ^^? i'm usually very awkward and silent around new people and new environments in general and i get really panicky over small things (tiny mistakes, etc.). i'm not often one to start conversation, and even if i do, i just,, stare at them silently and go back to my own thing ^^;; but! once someone gets to hook me in through something i'm interested in and get me out of my shell, i get very hyper and cheery and excited easily around them ><

[ ✨ ] and at that point, congrats, you're my friends that i'll spill most secrets with :D! my interests are usually anime, games, manga, etc. but i also have a big liking to stories and books! and often times if i'm presented with a paper and pen, i *will* doodle, so drawing's also a big hobby of mine (i get really absorbed in doing it ///). back on the friend part, i won't hesitate to yell across the street to get your attention then run and hug you, and just start talking to you in high speed

[ ✨ ] and i am guaranteed to will die for you and your happiness. someone says shit? prepare to get these hands ùwú. i may be short but i am full of love for you. i'm willing and capable of doing Things - just a bit of grumbling but i will do it - but i have a tendency to be kinda slow. but some have said that i'm thorough in the task. half my hearing's basically gone so i might ask to repeat something from you for a bit, so please be patient with me o(._.'' )o and just in general lol

[ ✨ ] last thing!! the matchup is done but another request to everyone reading: please take care of yourself, take breaks and keep hydrated, and be safe out there!! i love all your works hun, and i hope you all have a wonderful day!!

Hi hi, love!🦋❤ Awwww you are so sweet, thank you for the kind words! ☺😳I hope you also have a wonderful day! ❤🦋🌻Thank you so much for the request, and I am sorry I took sooooo damn long with it! I hope you enjoy this, dear! Sending you lots of hugs! 🌻🦋❤

So I match you with.............. Kenshin

You arrived in the past with a bang and somehow despite your tiny frame managed to carry a man four times your size out of a burning building. The whole experience honestly had you on edge. Just as you started to calm down another man dressed in green came riding up to you and the man you had just saved. Hideyoshi, the raven hair beside you called the man as he climbed off his horse and knelt down in front of both of you. He looked up from you and gave you the biggest death stare you had ever seen. He demanded you give him your name and background story. You were so shocked at the whole experience you simply stayed silent. The second he drew his sword you bolted. The simple scare tactic worked too well as you ran away from the men.

Of course, Hideyoshi followed you on horseback through the forest. You ran as fast as your tiny legs could carry you running straight into yet another man. He caught you in his arms and held you steady as you reoriented yourself. Heterochromatic eyes peered down at you. You were honestly super panicked and now apologizing profusely for running into the man. His features softened slightly as he looked down at the frightened creature in his arms, he could hear the sound of horses heading towards him in the distance. He gently wrapped his large hand around your smaller one and pulled you along as he started to run. Finally, he reached his horse hidden among the bushes.

The two of you remained crouched down in the bushes alongside the horses when a calm voice broke the silence, “Lord Kenshin, I have successfully secured us an escape route, if you would please follow me.” Kenshin then swiftly lifted you up and place you on top of his horse, before climbing on behind you. The three of you rode through the night for what felt like ages until you reached a small cabin in the woods. In the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but think this was how you were going to die. Kenshin helped you down the horse and lead you inside. Once inside, you got a better look at the man with a calm voice, and that’s when you realized that you knew him. Sasuke looked at you and instantly knew who you were. While Kenshin was outside brushing down the horses, Sasuke explained the situation to you. It was honestly all too much for your nerves to handle and you passed out.

You woke up in an extravagant room in Kasugayama Castle, you looked around the unknown room and sighed when you realized that it was not all one big dream. From the corner of your eye, you spotted a bunny scurrying out of your room, running in an unknown direction. A few moments later Kenshin appeared with the rabbit trailing closely behind him. He placed a tray filled with food next to you and crouched down beside you, “Sasuke told me that the two of you are from the same village, you are welcome to stay here until you return home.” After that, he swiftly got up and left.

In the days to follow you started helping out the castle staff, it was slow going, but your work was thorough. Something which the maids really enjoyed about you. You had been at the castle for a full week, and you still hadn’t spotted Kenshin again since the day he brought you breakfast.

Tasks done for the day, you made your way to the castle garden to read. After Sasuke had shown you the castle’s library, you had made it your personal mission to read every book within.

You sat in the garden in the shade of a big sakura tree when, suddenly you were surrounded by hundreds of rabbits. You smiled as the fluffballs nuzzled and cuddled you. Suddenly Kenshin appeared, “It’s strange to see the bunnies following around someone other than me.” He took a seat beside you and as if on cue half the rabbits jumped onto his lap and started cuddling him. There was a peaceful silence that stretched between the two of you as you went back to reading.

Kenshin eyes you curiously but then closed his eyes and laid his head down on the soft grass to take an afternoon nap. He never liked women and would usually avoid them like the plague, but you were different. He liked that you didn’t feel the need to impress him or try and wed him like those irritating woman from the different clans.

The next day the same thing happened, as you sat beneath the tree reading, Kenshin appeared. This time he started a conversation with you, you looked up at him from the book you were reading and smiled. Luckily for Kenshin, he had asked about a topic that piqued your interest, and you started chatting with the bunny warlord.

In the days to follow the two of you would always meet under the same tree at the same time. The more days that passed, the more comfortable you were around Kenshin, gradually dropping your guard and opening up. Soon he had made it past your barriers and in your eye, you now saw him as a dear friend

Ooooh how Kenshin loved his upgraded title and this new cheerful side of you. He started giving you the nickname little rabbit cause that is precisely what you were in his eyes. Shy and reserved at first but once out of your shell, energetic and excitable. He loved how you would burst into his room, excited to show him your newest drawing. He would legit steal them and put them on display for all to see.

The two of you would spend hours together, just talking and telling each other cool stories. Sometimes the two of you would just quietly sit in the same room and do your own tasks. Kenshin would do boring admin, and you would get completely absorbed in your drawing.

To be honest the more and more time the two of you cuties spent together the more Kenshin fell entirely in love with you. You were unlike any woman he has ever met. When he opened up about his past to you, you accepted him completely and still loved him without judging. Through your friendship with the bunny warlord, you helped him slowly work through the trama and all the negative feelings he would have. Some nights when he would have nightmares, you would hear him get up and sit out in the garden. You would grab a blankie and go and join him, placing the blanket over both your shoulders as you ask him to tell you about his dream. You may be short, but you were definitely full of love for Kenshin.

During one of his conversations with Sasuke, the ninja, let it slip that you liked mangas and animes. After a lengthy explanation as to what exactly that was, Kenshin got to work. In his spare time, he worked on drawing you your own little anime manga. When it was finally complete, he handed it over to you during one of your tea dates. You excitedly started reading in, and when you got to the end, you found a letter. You carefully broke the seal and opened it. Written inside was a confession of love from the bunny warlord himself. You leapt from the place you were sitting and tackled Kenshin down in a big hug showering his face with little kisses.

Kenshin loves that you show your affection so openly towards him. His eyes will light up in delight, especially if he hears you excitedly yell out his name from across the market street. He knows to brace himself as you usually run and jump into his arms, giving him the biggest hug. For a man that never smiles, whenever you are near or in his arms, he is beaming with pure happiness.

He loves how protective you can get over him as well. Especially when someone is trash-talking him, you are ready to fight. During these times, Kenshin will gently wrap his arms around your waist and bring you closer to him, and nuzzle his nose against your neck and whisper how much he absolutely adores you.

And fear not, no one dare say one bad thing about his little bunny unless they want to lose their head. He knows that half your hearing is basically gone so he will be sure to patiently repeat whatever he is saying to you if you didn’t catch it the first time. Again and if someone dares say anything about getting annoyed with having to repeat stuff to you, he, will, not, hesitate, too, teach, them, some, manners.

Kenshin would go to the ends of the earth and back to keep that beautiful smile on your face. You have saved him from the demons of his mind, and for that, he will be eternally grateful. Just as he has successfully brought you out of your shell, you have successfully brought him out of the darkness of his past and into the light of the future

Often the two of you can be found cuddled together with your rabbit army under your favourite sakura tree. Simply exchanging sweet kisses and interesting stories.

Otherwise, the two of you are spending a peaceful afternoon together in Kesnhins room, each busy with their own task. When Kenshin is done with his work for the day, he will place himself behind you, gently wrapping his arms around your waist, and propping his head up to rest on your shoulder. He will sit like this with you tight in his arms as you continue to get absorbed in your art.

He could spend hours just sitting with you in his arms while watching you gracefully sketch out the scene in your imagination. He will definitely drop a few sweet sneaking kisses on your neck and cheek as you work.

Other potential matches………………. Mitsuhide

I hope you enjoyed this, dear! 🌻🦋❤🥰

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vanilla107 · 5 years ago

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The Absurd Plan to get Amity Blight a Girlfriend (Chapter 3)

Summary: “You’re late Mittens. Caught up at school like the teacher’s pet you are?” Edric teased and she rolled her eyes.

“I was hanging out with my friends. I have a life outside of school you know,” Amity huffed before a book fell out of her bag and the twins stared at it.

It was the latest Azura the Good Witch novel and she quickly picked it up and shoved it back into her bag.

“So…hanging out means Azura book club? With Luz huh?” Emira winked and she gritted her teeth.

“We’re just friends and happen to like the same books. Leave it alone.”

“We never said anything about you two being more than friends…right Ed?”

Alternative title: Edric and Emira try to help their sister get a girlfriend…emphasis on try.

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Wednesday came and Edric and Emira decided to lay low that morning and not pester their sister to seem like they were keeping to their promise until lunch time came.

Willow, Gus and Luz were sitting at their regular table discussing their morning when they walked up to them.

“Hey guys, mind if we join you for lunch?” Emira asked brightly and Luz nodded, a smile on her face.

At the request, Willow and Gus stared at them in wonder.

It was one thing being friends with Amity, but it was a whole different situation being friends with the Blight twins. They were troublemakers but that didn’t stop them from being popular. Despite being stood up at Grom, they were regarded highly in the social hierarchy of Hexside but that didn’t stop them from hanging out with whoever they thought was cool. That got them a certain respect that Luz couldn’t pin down, but she was happy that they didn’t care about social status as much as Amity once did but then again, Amity mentioned that her parents were harder on her than her siblings.

“Sure! The more the merrier!” Gus said, excited that two people from the same track as him, wanted to join them for lunch.

They each took a seat beside Luz and faced Willow and Gus, Emira biting into an apple and Edric opening a container of some fancy looking pasta.

“I should’ve known the rest of the Blights would end up sitting at the losers table. What, you’re joining your sister by ruining your social status?” Boscha smirked as she walked past with her friends to their lunch table.

Luz was just about to defend her friends when Emira and Edric rolled their eyes before they both drew a large blue circle in the air. An illusion of a slither beast crashed into the cafeteria and headed towards Boscha’s table. Willow, Gus and Luz’s jaws dropped as Boscha let out a scream before running with her friends behind her.

Luz had never seen an illusion that powerful since the twins illusioned the gigantic Eda the day of Grom but the slither beast, unlike the gigantic Eda, was wriggling all over the cafeteria, hissing and screeching after Boscha.

“What is that?!” she screamed, and Luz laughed as the illusion vanished just as Principle Bump came to investigate the cafeteria.

The table stifled their giggles and Boscha tried to explain the situation to no avail and Bump sighed before leading her out the cafeteria.

“Woah…you guys are so cool,” Gus said, failing to hide his admiration and Luz didn’t blame him.

Edric and Emira were incredibly powerful when they made illusions together.

“Gus, fellow illusionist! And Willow, plant magic extraordinaire! I must admit…it’s nice that you and Amity are friends again,” Edric smiled and Willow beamed.

“Thank you…it’s all because of Luz really. We’ve heard stories from her about you two,” she said.

“Yeah, like the time you took down a slither beast! And the other time you-“

“-What are you two doing here?” Amity hissed and the twins turned around, plastering innocent grins on their faces.

“Mittens! We thought we’d join you and your friends for lunch!” Emira said, taking another bite of her apple.

“Yeah, we just want to get to know them better since you talk about Luz all the time-” Edric began and Amity froze.

“Okay! Sure! Just…continue with what you were talking about!” she said quickly and went to sit next to Willow before realizing that both of her siblings were sitting next to Luz.

“Oh, the slither beast! Yeah, we used magic to restrain it, but it broke loose. Luz and Amity ended up saving us. It’s actually their win,” Emira said and she saw Amity's eyes widen in surprise at her compliment.

“Speaking of the slither beast, Luz have you learnt any new magic since?” Edric asked turning to look at her.

“Um…I haven’t learnt anything new in a while. It’s been pretty quiet around here,” Luz said, narrowing her eyes, as if expecting something to pop out and attack them.

“Oh, well since you haven’t done any training how about we show you some basic illusion magic after school? It’ll be fun!” Emira suggested.

“Yeah, nothing too difficult and illusions are so much fun once you get the hang of it!” Edric added on and Luz looked at them with stars in her eyes.

“Yes! That sounds great! Willow? Gus? Amity? You in?”

“Sorry Luz, but I have work to catch up on that I missed yesterday and I can’t risk falling behind now,” Gus said sadly, “Usually I’d get one of my illusions to catch up for me but I know we learnt some pretty complex spells yesterday and I’d feel better learning them myself.”

“Aw, no worries. We can totally hang out next time and rehash anything you missed,” Emira smiled and Gus looked like he was going to explode with happiness.

“Learn from you two? The strongest illusionists in the school? Yes!” Gus cheered.

“I’d love to observe,” Willow grinned and Luz looked over to Amity.

“Amity? You in?”

Amity sighed. She’d rather not have her siblings there with Luz and Willow, but Luz seemed so excited to learn new spells that she knew she’d be sad if she said no. And they also promised to stop teasing Luz so nothing embarrassing could happen.

“Sure.”

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The rest of the school day flew by and the next thing Amity knew, they were in the forest just outside the Owl House. Luz was hyper, running all over the place and even though her behaviour was silly, Amity found it endearing.

“Okay Luz! Let’s begin with something small,” Emira said as she drew a blue circle with her finger and a giant butterfly appeared.

Willow gasped as it fluttered around her before drawing a green circle and a huge flower broke through the ground, the butterfly landing on it before vanishing in a puff of smoke.

“Nice flower Willow,” Amity said, impressed at how much Willow’s plant magic was improving day by day.

"Thanks Amity! I've been practicing," Willow smiled.

“Yeah, that’s an awesome flower! Wait…can you make flower crowns?” Edric asked, and she drew a larger circle and flowers grew all around them before weaving themselves into neat crowns.

“Woah, these are so pretty Willow!” Luz gasped as she picked up one and placed it on her head.

“Definitely the more complex ones I’ve seen. I’d say you’re on the same level as my friends in the plant track who are two years ahead!” Emira said as she placed a flower crown on her head.

“Thank you!” Willow said, blushing under all the praise.

“Okay, back to the lesson, we’ve watched you draw your glyphs and we know we can’t teach you the way we’ve been taught so we’re going to try something new. We can’t tell exactly what our glyph is drawn out because that’s old magic and we don’t know how to make it appear, but we can show you the basics of illusion,” Edric explained.

As the lesson went on, Amity gradually began to relax more and more as she watched Luz learn. She had been so suspicious of her siblings that she forgot how helpful they could be with spells. After all, they were the ones to teach her fire magic.

The lesson ended a half an hour later and Luz looked at the twins nodding her head thoughtfully.

“Thanks for explaining the gist guys. I guess it can be frustrating to teach someone who’s human.”

“It’s not a problem Luz! It’s always a pleasure,” winked Emira and Amity felt her stomach squeeze in anxiety.

Calm down. It's nothing. It's just Emira being Emira.

“Yeah, it must be frustrating for you since you have to learn the old way of magic but you’re getting better and that’s what matters. Have you ever tried to draw with your finger?” Edric asked.

“Yes, when I first came here and then Eda mentioned the whole ‘bile sack with magic attached to witch’s heart’s thing’ and that kind killed my chances.”

“Let me give you a perspective of how illusion magic is performed,” Edric said as he walked behind her.

“Luz, what do you want to see?” he asked, and she smiled widely.

“Ummm…I’d like to see…Azura the Good Witch!”

Amity laughed a little at Luz’s answer but could understand her excitement. She remembered when Emira and Edric told her they were going to choose the Illusionist track and how they pranked her with illusions when she was younger.

“Okay, now that I have an image of Azura in my mind, and I thank Mittens for owning the books because I wouldn’t have known what she looked like if she didn’t,” he chuckled and Amity rolled her eyes at him.

He extended his hand so that it was just past Luz’s body and lifted his index finger.

“Place your hand on top of mine,” Edric said softly, and Amity clenched her fists when she saw Luz giggle and place her hand on top of her brothers.

It’s nothing Amity. It’s just an illusion lesson. But they're so close to each other!

He drew a blue circle in the air, and Amity watched as Luz’s eyes brightened at the sight as Azura appeared.

Amity was impressed, Edric had gotten the witch’s details exactly like the illustrations but that didn't ease her worry.

“Woah! It’s really Azura!” she squealed, and the illusion smiled.

“Illusions can be hyper realistic depending on how well you know the subject matter,” Emira said and drew another circle and an illusion of Amity appeared, “For example we would tease Mittens all the time with an illusion of herself a couple years back.”

“Hey!” Amity yelled and Emira grinned as the Amity illusion did a twirl.

“Woah…she’s so real!” Luz exclaimed.

“It looks exactly like Amity right down to the earrings!” Willow marveled.

“Illusions can do whatever you tell them to do as well as how they act but once they are hit or tackled, they vanish. Go on Amity. You want to say something to Luz, right?” Edric smirked and Amity felt her stomach drop to her intestines.

The Amity illusion walked up to Luz and to Amity’s horror, she took Luz's hands in hers and looked deeply into the other girl’s eyes.

“Luz…look there’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you-”

“No!” Amity screamed and tackled the illusion to the ground, the illusion disappearing in a puff of smoke.

“Woah, Amity! Are you okay?” Luz asked, kneeling down to help her up.

“I’m fine but you can’t just do that with illusions of me!” Amity said, red in the face, as she stood up and pointed at her siblings who were holding in their laughter.

“Mittens, you know it was all in good fun! We’re just teaching Luz,” Edric said but the sly smile he gave her was undeniable.

“But if you want to be a party pooper, then fine,” Emira said as she cast another illusion spell and an Emira illusion appeared.

“Yeah, Amity, we’re just trying to teach Luz over here the wonders of illusions,” the illusion giggled and wrapped an arm around Luz’s waist and pulled her close, “Right, Luz?”

Luz was shocked to be in such close proximity of Emira, even if it was just an illusion, and her face grew hot, “Y-yeah! Wonders of illusion!”

Amity went red and the twins burst into laughter.

“That’s it! I’m leaving,” Amity growled and stormed off into the woods.

She could hear her siblings call out her name, but she wanted nothing to do with them. It’s like it didn’t matter what she did to calm herself down, they always managed to irritate her and the fact that they dragged Luz into it was enough to make her scream. She knew her crush was difficult to hide from her ever inquisitive siblings, but she just needed to get over it.

“Amity! Wait!”

The young witch turned around to see Luz run towards her before stopping to catch her breath.

“Wait…are you upset? Why did you leave like that?”

Amity took a breath and tried to calm down. She didn’t want to lash out at the oblivious human and drive a wedge between them. As much as she liked Luz, she liked that they were friends and the last thing she wanted was to get into a fight because of her stupid brother and sister.

With all the self-control she could muster she responded, “It’s…it’s nothing Luz. Ed and Em just know how to get under my skin that’s all.”

“But…but they weren’t doing anything wrong-?”

“You don’t get it Luz…they just do certain things that get on my nerves. Stupid sibling junk that you wouldn’t understand.”

“Like what Amity? They were just teaching me illusions!” Luz said, irritation in her voice.

“You wouldn’t understand Luz-”

“Then help me understand it!”

“No! It’s stupid!”

Amity noticed that they were now yelling at each other, their voices echoing in the woods, but she didn’t care. How was the girl she had a heart-stopping crush on, unfazed by what Edric and Emira were doing?

“I’m not going to understand if you never explain!” Luz argued.

“How can you not see what they’re clearly doing?”

“Doing what Amity?”

“Flirting with you, you idiot!”

Their conversation collapsed into silence and Amity felt her breath leave her body. Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment and Luz was frozen in shock. Amity felt her stomach clench and she cursed herself.

“Luz I-” she began before she was interrupted.

“Does…does that bother you, Amity?” Luz asked, her voice soft.

Amity blinked twice before looking at her with confusion and threw her hands up in the air.

“When my twin brother and sister flirt with you? Yes, it does!”

“But…but why?”

“Because they’re both intelligent, attractive and you clearly respond to their flirtatious actions!”

As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted them.

When they were arguing, Amity could still imagine how Luz would respond but that sentence…it reeked of jealously and anger, and she couldn’t pinpoint what the Latina would say.

Would she accuse her of being jealous of her siblings? (Which she was). Would Luz ask her if she liked her? (Which would be a catastrophe because she wasn’t ready for that conversation). Or would Luz simply deny everything and tell her she was being ridiculous? (And she knew that it would hurt because Amity had seen how Luz would blush when Emira called her cutie or Edric winked at her).

Amity felt her heart sink and leaned against a tree for support, her breathing uneven. Instead of looking to the ground she bit her lip and waited for an answer.

Luz was quiet, seemingly absorbing Amity’s words, before looking into the witch’s golden eyes.

“Yeah, well…you’re their sister, Amity. You’re all those things too.”

Amity felt her anger dissipate the moment those words were out of her mouth.

“What?” she said, her voice high-pitched.

“Think about it! You’re the star student of our class and one of Lilith’s protégées so you’ve already shown me that you are intelligent, you always look beautiful and well…you haven’t flirted with me but I’m sure you’d be good at it!”

Amity couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

Was she dreaming?

It felt like it.

She pinched her arm discreetly and registered the pain that it was not a dream.

"I...Luz that's really sweet but that's not what I-"

"No buts! You are all those things! Smart and attractive and it's true!"

“You…you just called me smart and attractive-”

Amity could tell her cheeks were on fire when she realised that Luz mentioned that she'd be good at flirting. She didn't even know how to flirt! How could Luz be making such statements? Did friends actually tell each other things like that? Was she implying that it was a genetic thing? That because her siblings were attractive, that she was attractive too?

For a second she wondered what actually went on in Luz's mind before Luz's voice broke her train of thought.

“Because you are all those things! Sparkling gold eyes, the coolest hair, reader of the best witch book series ever and one of the top students with powerful abominations! You're amazing Amity...I can only imagine what it must be like with siblings like Ed and Em but I think you're great. Now let’s get back to the others and finish off the lesson. I can't have you leaving feeling upset!” Luz laughed and linked arms with her before making their way back to their friends and her siblings.

Amity couldn't help but feel like her real message to Luz had been lost, the message that she actually was jealous about how easily her siblings got Luz flustered, but at that moment she didn't care.

Luz Noceda thought she was beautiful and smart and that's all she needed to know.

#toh fanfic #my writing #the absurd plan to get amity blight a girlfriend #amity blight #luz noceda #edalyn clawthorne #the owl house

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lunnanunna · 5 years ago

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Strike

iKON Extra Member AU

Summary: Bao gets to make the first pitch of the game, and Chanwoo is there to support her.

A/N: I have no idea if this is even good. I’m lowkey not pleased with how it turned out, but that’s okay. Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open! Feedback is greatly appreciated.

Bao walked the halls alongside Chanwoo as they made their way to the entrance of the field. They bowed in greeting to the baseball players as they neared the sidelines.

Just as Chanwoo once did, Bao was asked to participate in the Ceremonial Pitch for this week's game. She was excited, seeing as she was a fan of the sport, just like Chanwoo.

“Excited?” the maknae asked her, rubbing his hands together, grinning from ear to ear. She shook her head, smiling at the boy.

“Totally. I’ve dreamed of this day, and I’ve practiced ever since they reached out to me,” Bao answered.

She had been a fan of the sport since a young age, her grandfather taking her to games and teaching her how to play. It was one of the many things that she loved doing with him. It was also one of the only physical things that she willingly did. Bao hated anything athletic, but for some reason baseball wasn’t one of them.

“Nervous?” Chanwoo asked her as they were directed to a spot near one of the dugouts. They waited for her to be called to the pitcher’s mound.

Bao shook her head, “Were you?” She distinctly remembered him wringing his hands and pacing back and forward as he waited to be called over.

“Never,” he answered, but when Bao fixed him with an unimpressed look, he ducked his head in embarrassment. “Okay, just a little,” he admitted sheepishly.

She chuckled, “It was cute.” Chanwoo grimaced at the word, and Bao snorted. She had never seen someone react the way the maknae did when called that. She loved it, so of course that meant that she needed to constantly remind him of just how cute he really was.

He scowled at her, but then smiled when he remembered why they were here. “I was so hyped when you asked me to come along!”

“Well who else was I going to ask? None of the guys like baseball like us. They’d be bored within the first fifteen minutes, and you and I both know that these games can really stretch out.” When Bao was asked to pitch, she pulled her phone out and called Chanwoo within a few seconds. There was no way in hell that Bao was going to ask any of the other boys. If she did have to ask one, it’d probably be Bobby, but since it was baseball, Chanwoo was number one.

“This is very true. They struggle to watch the games at home. It’d definitely be a waste to have them come,” the boy agreed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Exactly,” Bao said, tapping her nose with a freshly manicured nail, and giving him a wink.

Bao looked out at the sea of people waiting for the game to start, and had spotted a chunk of the audience by right field smiling and waving at both Chanwoo and her. She smiled as she read the signs that they held up.

“Chanu, look,” Bao pointed to the group of iKonics that had come to support her. He smiled and waved once he caught sight of them.

“Well, now you have to do a good job,” Chanwoo said, giving her shoulder a squeeze.

Bao pretended to look offended, “I was planning on doing that already. Jesus, have some faith in your Noona.”

Chanwoo laughed, “I’m just kidding. I’ve seen you pitch, you’re better than most of the idols that get invited, both boys and girls.” Bao gave a smug smile at the comment, the maknae snorting.

“That’s my boy. Just for that comment, I’m taking you out to eat tonight,” Bao flipped his baseball cap off and ruffled his hair. His eyes widened at the offer of food as he retrieved his hat.

“This is why you’re my favorite,” he beamed.

“Right back ‘atcha,” Bao smirked, placing an arm around his shoulder.

They stood like that for a bit longer, until she was ushered out onto the mound, glove in hand.

“Hwaiting!” Chanwoo cheered, and Bao smiled at him, holding a thumbs up.

She walked up to the pitcher’s mound and waved at the crowd. Taking a bow as she was introduced, she smiled. Bao had been practicing her pitch for weeks now, looking up the perfect form and also cringing at the extraness that most female idols showed when pitching. In all honesty, she didn’t care what she looked like, her goal was to get the ball to make it over home plate.

Bao was handed a ball, and the crowd cheered. She had to bite her lip to suppress the smile that was threatening to appear. She straightened up, rolling her neck, as she took in deep breaths. She was hyper aware of all the people watching; professional players, the audience, Chanwoo, and most likely the rest of iKon, but from the comfort of their living room. She smiled at the thought.

She took in a deep breath staring at the catcher’s glove. She just needed to get the ball over the plate, and she’d be all set.

Winding her arm back, she prayed that she’d make her grandfather proud, then she brought her arm back over her head, and released the ball. Straightening back up she watched as the ball flew towards the catcher. It zoomed past the plate, parallel to the batter’s stomach. She watched as he swung, but the ball landed safely within the worn out leather.

Bao froze as she heard everyone in the stands cheer. Had she just pitched a strike? She tilted her head to the side, and watched as the catcher threw the ball back to her, her reflexes quickly moving her to catch it. Bao turned back to him and saw him remove his helmet, smiling at her. He held a thumbs up, just as Chanwoo ran up to her.

“Noona! That was awesome!” the maknae praised, and Bao smiled at the younger, still in shock.

“That felt so good,” Bao admitted, closing her eyes to cherish the moment.

“B, that was almost perfect form,” Chanwoo stated incredulously, as they turned to bow at the crowd and the players.

“Baseball could always be a good backup for you,” the coach grinned at Bao, and she gave a slight upturn of the lip. As good as that sounded, music was her only backup.

“Thanks, but I’m all set,” she answered as she and Chanwoo walked past the dugout and towards the gate that would lead them up to the stands. They maneuvered their way to their seats and Bao clutched the ball to her chest.

“Ya know no one’s gonna steal that, right?” the maknae asked, smirking at the light flush that appeared on Bao’s otherwise schooled features.

“You’d be surprised,kid,” was Bao’s answer as she placed the ball on her lap as they sat down. She’d never admit that this was now one of her most prized possessions. Bao had to get it signed after the game.

Chanwoo shrugged, smiling, and the two settled down to watch the game begin.

Bao’s Masterlist

#ikon #ikon au #ikon 8th member #ikon 7th member #ikon fanfic #ikon scenarios #ikon oneshots #ikon reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop oneshots #female kpop additions #kim jinhwan #song yunhyeong #kim bobby #kim hanbin #kim donghyuk #goo junhoe #jung chanwoo

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jarmes · 5 years ago

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Notes on my Randomized Platinum Quarantinelocke

A few weeks back, I decided to do a new type of Nuzlocke called a Quarantinelocke based around the Covid-19 Pandemic and take notes so I could see how it went. For recap, the rules were:

1: Social Distancing - Only three pokemon may be in your party at once. If a fouth enters your party, it may not be used, and must be deposited as soon as possible.

2: Nonessential Activities - You are only allowed to talk with essential NPCs (NPCs talking with is required, healers, and shopkeepers).

3: Medicinal Shortages - You may not use items that heal status ailments.

4: Infection - If one of your Pokemon dies, the other two Pokemon in your party are considered infected and must be quarantined. They can not be deposited in the box, box Pokemon can not be added to the team, and wild Pokemon are automatically sent to the box. This infection can be cured by beating a major boss (Rival, Gym Leader, Elite Four Member, Legendary, or Evil Team Admin).

So, how did it go? Badly. Really badly. I accidentally made one of the most difficult challenge runs I’ve ever done. Let’s start at the beginning of my Pokemon Platinum QuarantineLocke run…

I started out in a randomized version of Pokemon Platinum and was given a choice between Dratini, Todadile, and Chimchar. I chose Dratini and named him Argo. Unfortunately, Dratini starts out with Wrap and Thunderwave. The first few routes were slow; I could win battles, but it took forever. After beating my rival I caught Bobo the Spinarak, Crash Bandi the Bidoof, and my early game godsend: Dumbelle the Makuhita. Makuhita’s access to powerful physical moves like Arm Thrust, Fake Out, and Vital Throw allowed me to easily sweep my way to Roark. Along the way I caught Enzo the Ekanz, Fran the Nincada, Galvan the Mareep, Horrid the Stunky, Ignis the Chimchar, and Janice the Swinub.

Two things I learned quickly on this run: there are a lot of useful items unavailable because of rule 2, including the Quick Claw; and it is a godsend that they removed poison killing you out of battle in this Gen, because I got poisoned on Route 201 and would have lost the run before getting the Pokedex.

I went into Roark with Makuhitta at level 16, Dratini at level 14, and Chimchar at level 5, thinking I would have an easy time. Makuhitta killed Roark’s Geodude with ease, but died to a critical Headbutt from his Cranidos. Dratini barely managed to beat Cranidos with Wrap and Thunder Wave, giving him enough exp to grow to Level 15 and learn Twister. Through gratuitous use of Potions and Twister, Dratini took Onyx out. This was an insanely intense battle and probably the best part of the run.

After beating Roark I replaced Makuhitta with Mareep and grinded the whole team up, evolving Mareep into Flaaffy, evolving Chimchar into Monferno, and teaching Dragon Rage to Dratini. Dragon Rage made Dratini go from near useless to an unstoppable killing machine.

After catching and boxing Kold the Snorunt, I stormed Valley Windworks and took on Mars. Her Purugly gave me some trouble, but I was able to take it out with a few Mach Punches from Monferno. I caught Leonardo the Squirtle and Moof the Drifbloom as I headed into Eterna Forest, where some crazy lady ran up to me and stuck to me like glue, in spite of pandemic guidelines. She actually said that “There is safety in numbers”. Idiot.

Upon arriving in Eternia City, I received devastating news: you have to talk to Dawn’s father to get the EXP Share. Meaning I would have to switch-train for the rest of the run, something far slower and far more dangerous than using the EXP Share. Damnit.

I caught Nip the Corphish on Route 211 and accidentally killed an Electrike in Mt Cornet before Flame Wheeling all of Gardenia’s Pokemon to death. Galactic Admin Jupiter was a hard fought battle, pushing my team to its limit, but I managed to win through a combination of Thunderwave, Potions, and Dragon Rage. I caught Nordbert the Graveler, Ohm the Shix, Poach the Eggsecute, and Rosa the Bellsprout on my way to Fantina. I also got a VS Seeker, which I decided I can use because reasons.

Tragedy struck while grinding for Fantina when a Machop with Revenge killed Monferno, forcing me to take on Fantina with only Dratini and Faaffy before being able to add in a new team member. Worse, a Haunter took out Dratini as I was making my way through the gym. I grinded up Flaaffy, delaying evolution until it learned Discharge, and Proton Packed Fantina’s French ass.

I added Eggsecute and Drifbloom into the team and easily beat Barry, using Ampharos for everything but Roselia, which Eggsecute took out with Confusion. I hatched Cynthia’s egg into Quizno the Scissor, caught Silky the Silcoon, Terrance the Carvanah, Uggghhh the Gloom, and Volt the Voltorb. I also searched Solaceon Ruins for the Leaf Stone I thought was there, but apparently there’re only Fire, Water, and Thunder Stones.

I almost killed Eggsecute in a double battle against a Ponyta and Rapidash by using Discharge, caught Whistle the Jigglypuff, Xerxes the Bonsly, and Yella the Loundred before arriving in Veilstone. I discovered that the Game Corner is off limits and easily beat Maylene with Eggsecute and Ampharos. I replaced Drifloon with Loudred, who immeadietly died when I forgot using Uproar prevents you from switching out. I caught Zoro the Murkrow, Amelie the Wobufet, Boxer the Wooper, and beat Barry again. I added evolved Wooper to the team and evolved him. I also found a hidden leaf stone in the Great Marsh and finally got an Exeggutor.

Before fighting Wake, I decided to grind. I caught Carumba the Lombre and Diamond the Eevee. Unfortunately, I ran into a wild Wobufet who killed Execcutor. To add salt to the wound, a trainer with a Leafeon killed Boxer during a double battle. I strolled into wake with a single Pokemon, a level 41 Ampharos. The battle, especially against his Quagsire, was tough, but I pulled through by using Hyper Beam and potions.

I added Graveler and Snowrunt to the team and evolved Snowrunt into Froslass. Both of them died before I made it to Celestic Town. I beat Cyrus, caught Ember the Torchic, Fancy/Fang the Clamperl, Gaaaryyy the Slakoff, Horny the Lickitung, Ird the Natu, and Juice the Kabuto. I grinded Torchic and Squirtle up until they fully evolved and beat Barry in Canalave. I Caught Klynt the Shuckle and Lard the Hariyama. Blaziken took out Byron’s Bastiodon and Magneton while Blastoise handled his Steelix. I beat Saturn easily, but Mars’s lake battle was guarded by a double battle against two Murkrow, one of which killed Blaziken with a critical Wing Attack. I took down Mars despite her Hypnosis and Slash spam and promoted Hariyama to the team.

I grinded Hariyama up at Iron Island and went north, catching Mo the Tentacool, Naivue the Smeargle, Olympia the Vibrava, and Phish the Goldeen. Candice went down easy and I went to Veilstone HQ, where Aaron’s egg hatched into Quentin the Phanpy. A grunt’s Golbat with Mean Look, Confuse Ray, and Poison Fang took out Blastoise; after beating Cyrus and Saturn I added Vibrava to the team. She died while grinding. This is why the EXP Share is important.

I climbed Spear Pillar, took out Cyrus, and took on the beast of the Distortion World. What monster did the randomizer replace Ghiratina with? Giratina, because the randomizer can’t change Giratina for some reason. I named it Randumb and boxed it.

I caught Seed the Jumpluff, Seed the Nidorino, and Upside Don the Hitmontop. I added Nidorino to the team and started grinding it up, hoping to use a Nidoking to take out Volkner. It died while I was grinding, so I taught Hariyama Earthquake and took out Volkner that way. I added Carbanah to the team, caught Verylame the Parasect, killed a Delibird for the sin of existing, and went into Victory Road.

Hariyama was killed by a trainer’s Tortera in Victory Road, but I made it through without losing anyone else. I barely beat Barry’s Snorlax, added Hitmontop to the team, and began grinding for the Elite Four. Carvanah was killed by an Afterburn Drilblim, forcing me to take on the Elite Four with only Ampharos and Hitmontop.

I said fuck it, bought as many healing and battle items as I could carry, used all my rare candied on Ampharos, and ran on in. The victory of this run rested solely on whether or not a level 68 Ampharos with Thunderbolt, Signal Beam, Power Gem, and Double Team was enough to beat five tough trainers in a row.

Ampharos managed to take out Aaron and even Bertha, but was burned and critted by Flint’s Houndoom. Hitmontop fell shortly after. Game Over.

So, thoughts on the run? Not my cup of tea. It’s hard, but it isn’t fun hard. Not talking to people, no changing team until you beat a boss, and only three Pokemon are good rules on their own, but putting them together is just frustrating. I’m gonna leave this run in the trash for now.

#pokemon #nuzlocke #ampharos

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cg29 · 6 years ago

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Little Tracy’s

Little Tracy fics from my Pick & Mix collection

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TITLE: School Reports. Aged 8.

Scott Tracy:

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John Tracy:

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Virgil Tracy:

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Gordon Tracy:

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Alan Tracy:

Alan is a smart boy with a deep smile always on his face. When he is interested in a subject, or as been caught by an idea he is an absolute pleasure to teach. However, like his brother before him, he tends to chat in class, and on many occasions, has had his portable computer console confiscated when he has been found playing on it, instead of learning. Alan struggles in History but excels in science and maths. I would also like to bring to your attention Alan’s report on ‘Our Heroes.’ All the children in his class decided to write about a celebrity, sports personality or historical figure. Instead, Alan wrote a fantastic and touching report where he named his older brother John as his hero and who he would most like to be like when he grows up.

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Title: John: Star Boy.

“John you've been told not to run in the house.” His father complained, catching his 4-year-old son in his arms.

“I'm not John.” John answered with a serious face.

“Oh, you're not?” Jeff remarked, observing the cape John had attempted to make out of his comfort blanket. “Well, I must say, you certainly look like my John!”

“Shush! Daddy.” John whispered. No one can know my secret ident…” John paused, thinking about the word he was struggling to say. “Ident…”

Jeff smiled. “Identity.”

John grinned. “Yeah, my secret identity.”

“So, who are you then?” Jeff inquired curiously.

“I'm Star Boy.” John shouted, as he managed to struggle free and started running around in circles.

Jeff let out a chuckle at his son’s exuberance. “So, Star Boy. What powers do you have?”

“Fly in space.” John cried with joy.

“And what's your current mission Jo… I mean Star Boy?”

John ground himself to a sudden halt. “Find baby Virgie!” He stated with a thoughtful look.

“Virgil.” Jeff corrected. “And he’s not missing, he's nice and safe in your mummy's tummy.”

John stared at his dad in confusion. “But I heard you and mummy say that he was late, and then mummy said if he didn't turn up soon she would…”

“Okay, John.” Jeff said cutting John off. He would have to have a word to Lucille about what John had overheard. He knew she would be mortified but John seemed to have exceptional hearing and they both knew that their boy was very bright for his age. Jeff held his arms out for his current youngest son. John happily ran into them, and let himself be pulled up onto his father’s lap. “Now, Virgil is still safe in your mummy's tummy, the reason he's late is because your mum has made it so comfortable in there that he doesn't want to leave yet.”

“But I want to find him, cause then I'll get to be big brother like Scotty.” John frowned.

Jeff pulled John into a warm hug. “And you will be a brilliant big brother just like Scott.” He assured him.

As Jeff held John tightly in his arms, a shout from his mother came from in the kitchen, followed by his oldest son running into the room.

“Daddy, Grandma said to tell you mummy’s waters broken!” Scott panted.

Jeff pulled himself to his feet, keeping John firmly in one arm, and taking Scott’s hand with the other. “Well, my Star Boy.” Jeff said, looking at John with pride. “It looks like your mission was successful!”

“It was?” John asked with a puzzled expression.

Jeff beamed as he stood John next to Scott, who automatically took his little brother’s hand in his. “Yes, you did!” He added, with a concerned look towards the kitchen as he heard his mother and Lucille call for him once more. “Looks like baby Virgil is on his way!”

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Several hours later:

John grinned with joy, as with his mother’s help, he held his new baby brother in his arms. “Hey, Virgie.” He said softly. “I’m John, your big brother… And my secret is I’m also Star Boy.” He whispered. “I helped find you today!” John looked at Virgil who gazed at him with his big eyes. “And my next mission is to be your big brother.” He said with a contented sigh.

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Title: 4 little brothers.

12-year-old Scott Tracy stretched out in his bed, enjoying the warmth from is duvet on a cold winter’s night. Yes, this was his time. His time to relax after a full-on day spent with 4 hyper younger brothers. His time to bask in the peace and quiet his room provided…

… THUNDERCLAP … the pouring rain began hammering at his window …

Scott sighed, threw back his blanket and began counting “5, 4, 3, 2, 1…”

… THUNDERCLAP … 4 scared little brothers rushed into his room …

“Come on then, jump in.”

… THUNDERCLAP… 4 scared little brothers scurried noisily into the bed.

Pulling the blanket over them all Scott smiled when he felt each of them snuggle up to him. ‘Forget the peace and quiet,’ he thought to himself. He would prefer his 4 brothers any day!

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #Thunderbirds Fan Fiction #Thunderbirds Are Go Fan Fiction #Thunderbirds Are Go Fanfiction #TAG #tag fanfiction #Little Tracy’s #small Tracy's #Scott Tracy #Virgil Tracy #John Tracy #Gordon Tracy #alan tracy #pick and mix #fanfiction flashback #Cute Tracy's

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blightfics · 6 years ago

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POKÉMON AUTUMN VERSION: Rise from Fall CHAPTER 7: A Test of Strength - Vishakha VS Mika

Disclaimer: Pokémon is a property of Game Freak and Nintendo, while Endless Summer is a property of Pixelberry. I do not claim any rights here.

Author’s Note: You are now witnessing the battle between Vishakha and Mika. To get back to the main Blog Post of Chapter 7, click here. If “Keep Reading” doesn’t work, click here for the full post. Special thanks to @princessstellaris and @mechaspirit for helping me write this battle.

Recommended Music: Kanto Trainer Battle

Mika smiles and share an embrace with Vishakha again. Soon after, the two girls stand opposite to each other and call out their Pokémon. Blight serves as the referee.

Mika: Let’s go, Luxray! Absol!

Vishakha: Come out, Mienshao! Mawile!

As the four Pokémon come out and do their landings, Blight smiles at Vishakha and her Mienshao.

Blight’s Thoughts: Heh, I remember when he was just a Mienfoo. You were so determined in training and evolving him that you two spent a few hours meditating under a waterfall.

Blight raises his hand.

Blight: Let the match.... BEGIN!!

Vishakha reaches for her star necklace while Mika reaches for her crescent moon choker. Both girls tap on their Mega Stone and chant.

Vishakha: No more nice girl! Time to unleash the Rebel! With a blossom glow and a hard core….Mawile, MEGA EVOLVE!

Mawile begins to glow and undergoes Mega Evolution.

Mika: Spread your wings through the eternal darkness…Absol, MEGA EVOLVE!!

Absol roars again and begins to glow, undergoing Mega Evolution.

Everyone grins at each other as Mika makes the first move.

Mika: Let's do this! Absol, take lead! Shadow Claw on Mawile!

Absol’s claws gets surrounded by spectral energy as she charges towards Mawile but Mienshao gets in between them. Vishakha smirks.

Vishakha: Use Focus Punch on the ground, Mienshao!

Mienshao’s two fists glow white as he strikes the ground with both of them. A shockwave blows Absol back to where she once stood while Luxray struggles to stay standing.

Mika: What power...

Blight’s Thoughts: Yup. They’ve grown.

Mika grits her teeth but continues to attack.

Mika: Luxray, start charging up with Wild Charge! Absol, send some Psycho Cuts to them!

Electricity begins to surge throughout Luxray’s body while he charges. Absol stands in front of him while her horn glows pink. She then sends blades of psychic energy towards Mawile and Mienshao.

Vishakha: Mienshao, use Meditate! Mawile, use Crunch to cover her!

Mienshao closes his eyes and starts to charge his power. Mawile stands in front of him and, with her two heads, continuously bite the oncoming Psycho Cut attacks.

Vishakha: Now! Combo move: THUNDER BLAST!

Mienshao finishes meditating and conjures a Focus Blast attack. He fires it towards Mawile. The Deceiver Pokémon then catches the attack with one hand while electricity surges through it. While using Thunder Punch, Mawile turns Focus Blast into Thunder Blast and hurls it towards Absol and Luxray. Mika grins.

Mika: That’s perfect. Luxray, use Constellar Lion Dance!

Luxray uses the electricity fully charged around him to form a Chinese Lion silhouette. He dashes towards the incoming Thunder Blast and harnesses it to make his attack more powerful. However, he still takes damage from the blast. Vishakha is startled.

Vishakha: Oh no! Get outta the way!

Mawile manages to avoid Luxray but Mienshao is tackled by the attack. Luxray does a U-turn and charges towards Mawile.

Vishakha: Catch him with your fangs!

Mawile uses both her second heads to grab Luxray and stop him, however she is being shocked by the Gleam Eyes Pokémon’s electric aura.

Vishakha: Now, use Hyper Beam!

Mawile’s second heads start to store energy while Mika tells Luxray to get away.

Mika: Luxray, run!!

But it’s too late. Mawile fires two Hyper Beams at point-blank range, heavily damaging Luxray. But he is still standing.

Vishakha: That’s impressive!

Mika: Heh, thanks!

All four Pokémon return to their side of the field. Meanwhile, Taari and the other kids spot Vishakha and Mika’s battle.

Elesis: Vishakha?!

Kaitlyn: Mika?!

Reginald: Blight?!

Taari: ....Whose name do I say?!

The three other kids look at Taari with unamused looks. Blight and the others spot the kids.

Blight: Oh, hey!

Mika: Kaitlyn...

Kaitlyn approaches Mika with concern.

Kaitlyn: What are you doing...?

Mika: Proving myself...

Mika looks down while Kaitlyn gives her a hug.

Kaitlyn: You don’t have to prove yourself, Mika. You’re already an amazing trainer and contestant.

Mika looks at Kaitlyn with a smile.

Mika: Really...?

Kaitlyn smiles back.

Kaitlyn: Yeah.... and besides...

Kaitlyn puffs her cheeks and glares at Mika. The latter is startled.

Kaitlyn: You challenge Vishakha to a battle first! I’m jealous!

Vishakha giggles and calls out Kaitlyn.

Kaitlyn: Don’t worry, Kaitlyn. We’ll have our very own battle.

The three girls smile at each other. Kaitlyn stands beside the other kids who are standing beside Blight as he continues the match. Mika enacts her next strategy.

Mika: Time for our combo move! Use Dark Lightning Punisher!

Absol uses Dark Pulse to unleash a shock wave of dark energy, while Luxray uses Discharge to unleash a shock wave of electric energy. Both attacks start to merge and the two Pokémon harnesses the clash of Lightning and Darkness. With this power, Absol uses Megahorn and Luxray uses Iron Tail as they both charge at Mawile and Mienshao at very high speeds.

Vishakha: Hold out for as long as you guys can! Mawile, use Iron Defense and try to catch them with Crunch! Mienshao, parry their attacks with Force Palm!

Mawile hardens her body as she tries to grab both Absol and Luxray with her two heads. However, they are too fast, causing Mawile to miss and get struck by their attacks. Meanwhile, Mienshao manages to block each of Absol and Luxray’s attacks with Force Palm. Both of Vishakha’s Pokémon are standing strong. Elesis looks at Blight.

Elesis: She's grown strong.

Blight smirks proudly.

Blight: She's always been strong.

Elesis: ....You've done a good job teaching.

Blight: She's a dedicated student.

Vishakha: I can hear you, you know?

Vishakha meets Blight and Elesis's eyes and smiles. Mawile senses Vishakha’s determination and eventually catches both Absol by her horn and Luxray by his tail.

Mika: Oh no!

Vishakha: Finish it now!!

Mawile slams both Absol and Luxray against each other and lets them go. With the two Pokémon still in mid-air, Mienshao pounces at them and slams them down to the ground using Force Palm. Absol and Luxray eventually faint from the combination of attacks. Mika sighs but quickly gives a reassuring smile, understanding her current strength.

After the battle, the two girls approach their Pokémon and praise them for their hard work in the battle. They soon return their partners in their pokéballs. Everyone gathers together and shares smiles. Vishakha, Mika and Kaitlyn embrace.

Kaitlyn: That was a great battle, guys. You two were awesome!

Mika chuckles.

Mika: Thanks, Kaitlyn.

Vishakha smiles.

VIshakha: Now, that is what I want to see, Friendship!

Author’s Note: Subchapter finish! Please click here to get back to the main Blog Post.

#pokemon x endless summer #pauv battle

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wedontdeservenino · 8 years ago

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Post Dark Owl Fic Pt. 2

Hi hello!! I still don’t have a title yet, whatcha gonna do. Anyways, I wasn’t expecting such a positive response to my last part! Originally that was just going to be a one-shot sort of deal, but heck, writings kind’ve fun. I need a hobby anyways. Thank you to everyone who read pt.1! Tbh I’m not really sure where this fic is going, but I imagine 98% is gonna be fluffy gooey awkward romantic goodness. I’m working on getting this on A03, but in the meantime, any comments are super duper appreciated. So without further adieu, here’s part 2!

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What is even happening?

She couldn’t stop looking from the back of Adrien’s head, to his backpack, to the back of his head again. She could feel her face heat up as she thought of all the moments they had shared together. Did she seriously kiss him?? Did he really try to kiss her multiple times when he found out?? Did she….. turn him down? She thought on that a moment.

She slapped a hand to her head in sudden panic.

Did she really swing him around with his tail and fling him all around Paris?!? Oh…. oh, my god. She suddenly felt a wave of intense guilt rush over her. But what was she going to do, apologize? She couldn’t do that, not in this form. She made a mental note to herself to apologize to him while on patrol.

Then, completely without consent, the image of her perfect future with Adrien popped up in her mind. But instead of Adrien, it was Chat. All her three beautiful children now had cat ears and Chat was teaching them how to deliver the ‘purrfect’ pick-up line. ACK! Stop that, you stop that right now! She physically shook her head to get the thought as far away from her as possible.

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“Mari! Where are you going? We’ve got movie night tonight, remember?” Alya said, chasing her before she could leave the school.

“Oh… I totally forgot, was that tonight?”

Alya shook her head. “Girl I swear, that head of yours is on an entirely other planet.” Nino walked up to the girls and pulled a DVD out of his backpack.

“I got us a killer movie tonight! You aren’t gonna want to miss out on this one, Mari. ‘Attack of the Killer Tomatoes!’ If that title doesn’t pump you up for tonight I don’t know what will.” He wiggled the case in his hand.

Marinette considered her options. It was a Friday, after all. She didn’t have much going on, so she could either roll around in her bed screaming about her revelation today, or she could try to distract herself with her friends. It wasn’t hard to figure out which of those sounded more appealing. “Of course I’m coming! I’ve always hated tomatoes, maybe this is my chance to see some them get slaughtered. Let me text my dad that I’m staying the night. Whose house are we going to?”

“Actually…” Alya started, but before she could finish, Adrien walked up to them with a wide smile. “Speak of the devil.”

“What? He’s coming??” She quickly slapped a hand over her mouth.

Adrien looked taken aback. “A-actually, my father is out of the country for business, so I convinced Nathalie to let you guys come over. Is…. is that not ok?”

Marinette wished more than ever that she could just stuff her big stupid foot into her big stupid mouth.

Alya shot her a look. “Of course it’s ok. Marinette was just surprised you managed to get time off, because she knows busy you can be. Right, Marinette?” Thank god for her best friend. She didn’t know how she was going to survive this night, and there was no way she could back out now without it looking like she hated Adrien. She just nodded weakly.

They arrived at his house and Marinette felt her heart race as they entered his room. Of course, she’d been in this room multiple times before, but this was different. This wasn’t just Adrien’s room anymore, it was Chat’s. She couldn’t help but feel like this was a huge invasion of privacy.

Nino set up the movie, and promptly cuddled up with Alya on one corner of the couch. Marinette sat down next to them stiffly and Adrien went to turn down the lights. He clicked a button on his remote and the intro started blasting on his surround sound. “Sorry, sorry!” He quickly turned the volume down to a more modest movie-theater level volume.

“This setup is crazy man. Why do we even bother watching movies on my trash TV? That thing isn’t worth its weight in dirt.” Alya shushed Nino with a playful finger on his lips and he wiggled his eyebrows at her. As if Marinette wasn’t uncomfortable enough already, Adrien sat down next to her on the now very overcrowded couch and she could feel every inch of his left arm and leg pressed up against her. His touch was warm, but to her it was like fire ants scorching her every nerve. She did everything she could not to concentrate on his muscles, or how she knew exactly where those muscles came from. A few minutes into the movie, he moved his arm to the top of the couch and she had to keep herself from squeaking. Sure, this wasn’t exactly him making a move on her, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t hyper aware of the arm she could feel pressed against where her head was rested.

The movie started with lots of laughs from the group, that slowly turned to chuckles, then to yawns. Alya had all but curled up onto Nino, pushing Marinette even farther into Adrien’s side. By the time the movie was over, Nino and Alya were fast asleep. Adrien gave Marinette a sheepish look and they both got up carefully from the couch. Adrien walked over towards his bed and grabbed a blanket, draping it over the couple. “So, are you staying the night too?”

This caught her totally by surprise. Her?? Staying in Adrien’s room? Not only that, but staying in Chat’s civilian home overnight? “No, no, no no, no, I couldn’t…. I…..” She stopped. “Actually, what time is it?”

“About 1:30”

“It’s already that late!? Shoot. If I come home now my parents will be worried something happened…” She had already texted them that she was spending the night at a friends. Just staying over would probably save her the hassle of explaining to her parents that she had walked home alone this late at night. Not that she couldn’t beat up any muggers that came anywhere close to her, but, her parents didn’t know that. She brought her glance up to meet Adrien’s carefully. “Are y-you sure that’s o-ok?”

He beamed. “Of course it’s ok. I’ve never actually had this many people sleep over at once before, it’s kind of exciting.” He began laying more blankets onto the floor, and then threw a few pillows on top. Marinette began crouching to lay in the blankets, but Adrien grabbed her arm and pulled her up. “No, wait! You don’t have to sleep on the ground. You should take the bed, I’ll sleep here.”

“Adrien, I couldn’t p-possib-”

“I insist. Really.” He walked up to his dresser and pulled out two pairs of sweatpants. “Here!” He tossed one over to Marinette and she almost tripped trying to catch it. “I can’t imagine jeans are comfortable to sleep in.” She blushed wildly and he suddenly turned red. “Oh sorry! Uh, the bathroom. It’s over there. You can change in there.” Smooth he thought. By the time she had changed into his sweatpants and tied the drawstring tight enough that they wouldn’t fall, Adrien was already under the covers on the floor. Mon chaton is so selfless. Whether he was sacrificing himself for his lady or taking the cold hard floor for his friend, she couldn’t help but admire what a good person he was throughout both of his identities. She tiptoed quietly over to the bed and snuck underneath the comforter that was left on the bed. It was warm and smelled like him. Like Adrien? Or like Chat? She supposed there was no point in trying to make a distinction anymore. She gently let herself drift off to sleep.

Adrien’s bed was insanely comfortable. What was this mattress even made of?! It felt like sleeping on a cloud. That’s why Marinette didn’t wake up when the toilet flushed just a room over. But when someone climbed clumsily into the bed and wrapped their arms around Marinette into a tight embrace, her eyes shot wide open. Totally oblivious and fast asleep, was Adrien Agreste, completely tangling himself with Marinette.

It’s safe to say Marinette did not get much sleep that night.

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<< Link to Part 1!!!

#miraculous ladybug #ladrien #adrinette #ladynoir #marichat #dark owl #fic #season 2 #believe me imma find a way to fit all these ships into this fic

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zzizzigom · 8 years ago

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Sound Like An Angel | Kihyun

Characters: Fem Reader x Single Dad!Kihyun ft. kid!Changkyun

Genre: fluff, VERY SLIGHT smut..Like I gave up on actually trying and just skimmed the top...

Length: 8.5k

A/N: So, I was harassed (not really, i wanted it too) into writing this, and I’m actually surprised at how fast I got it finished, especially when I can’t write for any of my other wips right now OTL

I apologize for any typos I may have missed, and please don’t tell me how bad the smut is, I know...I KNOW

“Give it to me!” Minhyuk screeches as he tugs on the toy Jooheon is desperately hanging onto. You’ve tried multiple times to break that up today, part of you doesn’t think you can go for another. Minhyuk gives a particularly sharp pull, successfully claiming the toy, but also causing Jooheon to face plant into the legos. A sharp cry immediately follows.

You’re in the middle of wiping clean a young girl’s face when the other teacher, Shownu, gives you a pleading and apologetic look. He’s stuck in a tea party with all the girls and the last time he got up to leave they all shouted until he sat back down. “Could you please go check on them again?”

“Of course!” You finish up wiping the young girl’s cheeks and then toss away the tissue before standing up and making your way towards Minhyuk and Jooheon. Along the way you catch sight of your small and new shadow trudging along behind you. Your lips quick in amusement and you hold out a hand. Soon after, Chankgyun’s small fingers grip onto your own.

“Minhyuk, you can’t pull people like that,” you chide gently as you reach the boys and lift Jooheon up from the ground. He continues to sob and wipe at his face with closed fists.

“But it was my turn to play with it!”

“That doesn’t mean you can be rude.” You give him a stern look and for a moment he gives you a defiant look back. It’s only your first week in helping out with the after school program, but all it took was your first day to learn that Minhyuk had more personality than his 7 year old body could hold. You give your look just the slightest bit more attitude, you’re a grown woman, you’ve mastered the art of intolerance for bratty behavior.

The expression on your face successfully has Minhyuk dropping his gaze. He mutters an apology to Jooheon before racing off with the toy. You sigh but can’t do anything more because you know that’s all you’re going to get out of the hyper child. Jooheon has ceased his crying, but he’s still hiccuping from his tantrum.

You reach out and brush back Jooheon’s hair and give him a soft smile. You spare a quick glance back at Changkyun who’s now playing with his toy dinosaurs. As he followed you around throughout the day, he would carry the toys under his arms, only playing with them when you came to a stop.

Just then he looks up at you with his dark brown eyes, slightly widened as they take in your questioning expression. Silently, as if understanding your internal question, he nods. With a grateful smile you turn back to Jooheon and help wipe away the lingering tears.

“Jooheon, let’s go get you some water, and then I’m sure if you ask, Changkyun will let you play dinosaurs with him.”

“I don’t” - hic - “know any dinosaurs,” Jooheon grumbles and sniffles.

“Then Changkyun will have to teach you. C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

After a moment of more sniffling, Jooheon peeks at Changkyun. The latter holds out a dinosaur to him and Jooheon hesitantly takes it. Jooheon studies the toy for a moment before he gives you a nod in agreement and you smile before you lead both of them to the snack station for water.

When Jooheon’s completely calmed down, Changkyun takes him to the opposite side of the room and they plant themselves down with the dinosaurs. Crisis averted, you sigh in relief and then begin to pick up the other toys left around.

“I’m sure this isn’t what you were expecting when you agreed to this,” Shownu says coming to stand beside you; the tea party must be over. “But the other after school supervisor quit so suddenly we needed a fast replacement. I know they’re working on finding someone new so it shouldn’t be much longer.”

Shownu was one of your closest co-workers here at the school. You at first thought his calm, almost robotic, demeanor would make him an awkward teacher. But when you saw him in action, you found he was actually really good at getting the students engaged with the learning. He was also one of the first to greet you and give you some tips when you first started at the school.

You shake your head. “No, don’t worry about it. I mean, I’m more used to the older kids but this is still fun.”

Shownu chuckles. “I’m sure the fifth graders are much more behaved than these rascals.”

You grin. “They have their moments.”

With a matching grin, Shownu checks his watch. “The parents should start trickling in soon. Do you mind if I step out real quick? I just need to run to my car for something.”

“Go for it, I’ll be fine.”

With a grateful look Shownu’s jogging off. When he’s gone you glance around the room to make sure all the kids are happy and then continue cleaning up. You’ve moved on to wiping the snack table clean when you realize Changkyun has taken to following you once more, this time with Jooheon. They go back and forth in making dinosaur roars and you smile softly at the scenes.

A few parents come in then to gather their kids and you help them with the sign out sheets. Shownu comes back as they’re leaving and flashes a thumbs up as he takes over cleaning duties and you continue to sit at the sign out desk.

At this point of the afternoon, you’ve taken to grading papers while you wait for parents to arrive. As you’re marking a grade in the corner there’s a gentle rasp of knuckles on the table. You look up and— oh.

The man in front of you is immaculately dressed in his white button down and black dress pants. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows. His dark hair is gelled up but a few strands have broken away and dangle against his forehead. The whole look— a slightly disheveled office worker look— has your lips parting and your stomach sinking

“Hello, I’m Yoo Kihyun, I’m here to pick up my son, Changkyun. My, uh, ex-wife usually does this so I’m not entirely sure where to go.”

Changkyun looks up at his name and beams when he sees the man. “Daddy!” He clambers up to his feet and runs off to greet his father with a hug. “Dad! I made a friend today.”

Running back to Jooheon, Changkyun grabs the other’s hand and pulls him up to introduce him. “This is Jooheon!”

“Hi, Jooheon, I’m Changkyun’s father.” The man smiles down at the boys and Jooheon greets him shyly but politely. “Changkyun has to come home now, but you two can play again tomorrow, is that okay?”

Jooheon nods and hands back one of the dinosaurs to Changkyun before waving and running off to join the other kids. Kihyun turns back to you with a grin and— oh no.

“So, uh, how does this work?”

“Oh, you just have to, um, sign this next to Changkyun’s name so that we know he’s accounted for.” As you speak you hand him the clipboard with the sign out sheet and slide it towards him. He gives you a nod and then picks a pen from the cup sitting on the desk. You sneak a peek at him as he signs.

His cheekbones and jawline are angular and attention drawing. His eyes, a dark and alluring brown hold a certain mirth them that makes you yearn to see his smile again. When he’s done, Kihyun slides the clipboard back to you and you take it in a sort of daze.

Awkwardly he clears his throat and you break out of your reverie to blink up at him. When you meet his eyes the mirth has changed into full blown amusement, his lips pulled in a smirk.

“Thank you…”

“Uh, I’m Y/N,” you tell him, voice suddenly quiet.

“You’re Y/N? Oh, Kyunnie talks about you a lot.” His expression turns thoughtful as his eyes roam over your face. “He wasn’t lying when he said you were the prettiest teacher.”

Your eyes widen and— oh my God.

Heat spreads along your cheeks as your lips open and close as you try to figure out how to reply. “U-uh...I...uh, th-thank you.”

The corners of his eyes crinkle when he laughs at your response. “Well, thank you for watching Changkyun, I’ll see you soon then.”

You can only silently nod as Changkyun goes to grab his things and then follows his father out of room. Before the door shuts on him, Kihyun turns around and waves to you.

Despite his words, you don’t see Kihyun again for a while. Your temporary position in the after school program soon comes to an end and you once again refocus on your actual job as fifth grade teacher. Occasionally you think of the handsome father from that day despite knowing it won’t lead anywhere.

Until one day, there’s a knock on your classroom door. You glance up from grading papers and meet Shownu’s sheepish look. “Oh good, you’re still here! I’m so sorry to bother you, but could I get your help with something?”

“Sure,” you nod. “What’s wrong?”

“I accidentally stepped on one of Changkyun’s dinosaurs and broke it. The new teacher is trying to superglue it back together but we can’t get Changkyun to calm down. I know he was fond of you and you had a certain way with him, so maybe you could give it a shot?”

Standing, you immediately nod and follow Shownu out of the room.

When you reach your destination you find Changkyun sobbing with a worried Jooheon fussing over him. Nearby, the new after school teacher is hastily trying to superglue the toy, but the constant worried glances she sends towards the crying boy were slowing her down. Jooheon noticed you coming towards them and beamed gratefully as you knelt down besides them.

“Hey, Changkyun,” you start, voice soft. “Changkyun, no more tears, yeah?”

Peeking up over his hands at you, he suddenly stops his sobbing and stumbles forward to wrap his small arms around your neck. He burrows his face in your shoulder and you can feel a few more of his tears soak into your shirt. You lift him and move over to sit in a chair so you can comfortably hold his weight.

He latches onto you and you idly stroke the back of his head. Jooheon follows the two of you and pulls up a chair next to you. Instead of climbing onto it, however, he goes to collect the rest of Changkyun’s dinosaurs and carries them over to line them up on the table in front of you. Once his task is complete, Jooheon sits down in his chair and gently kicks his feet back and forth.

After a moment, you realized Changkyun’s sniffles have turned to soft snores and you peek down to see he’s fallen asleep. With a little laugh, you use your thumbs to wipe away the leftover tears on his face. A sudden shadow falls over you and you look up to see Kihyun watching the two of you softly.

Eyes widening, you begin to stand. “Kihyun... I was just-”

He shakes his head with a soft grin. “Shownu was just telling me what happened. I’m sorry you had to come deal with it.”

When Kihyun notices you having some trouble standing, he reaches down and hefts Changkyun’s body up and into his arms. You watch in almost awe as Kihyun coos over Changkyun’s sleeping face and gently pinches his cheek. Remembering he said something to you, you blink away your daze. “Don’t even worry about it. I’m here to help the students.”

Kihyun glances at you and then turns back to Changkyun as he shifts him softly onto his hip. He’s still not looking at you when he says, “I haven’t seen you here in awhile.”

Your brows lift a little at his statement trying to ignore the happiness it ignites in you. He was looking for me?

“I was just temporarily filling in while they found a permanent employee. I, uh, I teach the fifth graders here.”

Kihyun looks at you in interest, “Oh, then it looks like our Changkyunnie has something to look forward to.” He ruffles Changkyun’s hair and the action has him blinking blearily up at his father. He gives him a sleepy smile before burying his head on Kihyun’s shoulder.

“Well I should get him home, looks like nap time is a little early today.”

You nod and then help collect all of Changkyun’s things. The new teacher, hands you the mended dinosaur and you stick it and all other toys in Changkyun’s backpack. When you zip it up and hand it over to Kihyun his fingers graze your hand and it has shockwaves zinging through you.

“Thank you,” he says again with a tender smile. You can only nod in response and then he’s gone.

You release a heavy sigh but then feel a hand tug on your pencil skirt. You glance down and find Jooheon looking up at you. “Teacher Y/N, why do you look at Changkyun’s dad like that?”

You frown. “Like what?”

“Like you looooooove him,” Jooheon says with a mischievous look. Nearby, Shownu chokes on a breath and hides his laugh with his hand. You look between the two of them in disbelief.

“No I do not,” you say calmly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have papers to finish grading.”

As you walk past Shownu at the front desk he’s looking down at papers but softly he says, “You kinda do.”

You only give him a glare over your shoulder.

A couple days later you’re once again grading papers at your desk. There’s a knock on your door and not wanting to break your concentration you call a quick, “Come in,” without looking up. The door clicks open and you hear a pair of footsteps come in. Still not looking up you murmur, “Give me one second...aaand...done!”

You write the score in the top corner and circle it before setting it aside with the other graded sheets. After, you look up and the sight in front of you has your heart fluttering. Kihyun stands on the other side of your desk with a smiling and giddy Changkyun on his back.

Kihyun looks amazing in another dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, this time in dark navy, with black pants. His hair is once again gelled up and you’re really beginning to like this look on him. He’s looking around the classroom in interest, not realizing you’ve fixed your attention on him.

You watch as his eyes first go to the whiteboard with the leftover notes you’d jotted down for the kids. Then they go to the math charts and reading posters that decorate the walls. His eyes trail up and take in the geometrical mobiles you had the kids make a few months back to learn about different shapes. Finally his eyes drop down to your own and glide over your features. It only takes a moment for a smile that has your heart wanting to burst out of your chest, blooms across his face. “You have marker on your cheek.”

You hand reaches up to cover it hastily. You open a drawer on your desk and pull out a handheld mirror. Grabbing a tissue and your water bottle, you get the tissue damp and then rub at your face.

“W-what are you two doing here?”

Kihyun sets Changkyun down and then crouches to whisper in his son’s ear. Changkyun listens and then nods with excitement. You watch with caution as Changkyun bounds over to you and pokes at your arm. In your chair, you spin to face him and then he motions for you to lean forward. You do as he says and then he leans in to speak into your ear.

“Dad wants to know if you want to eat with us.” He peeks at his father and you see Kihyun motion with his hands to continue. “As a thank you.”

You sit up and feel your cheeks warm, unable to look at Kihyun you quirk a brow at Changkyun. “Eat with you? Now when would this meal take place?”

“Tonight!” Changkyun announces with a grin.

You pretended to think on it, pressing a finger to your chin. As you hum to yourself, you tilt your head to the left and right, Changkyun giggling at your antics and giving a little impatient hop. The soft chuckle that comes from Kihyun may as well have been amplified by the effect it had on you. Your breath comes out a little shaky. “Well, I guess I can make some time.”

Changkyun beams at you and then looks at his father in excitement. He then runs back to his father and turning bashful suddenly, hides behind Kihyun’s legs. Kihyun laughs and then grins at you. “Changkyun and I usually go out for burgers on nights I have him but if you don’t want to do that we can find something else.”

You shake your head. “Burgers are fine. That actually sounds really good.”

Kihyun tells you the address of the place he and Changkyun usually go to and the two of you decide on a meeting time. After they leave, you’re quicker in your grading, wanting a chance to get home for a shower and a change of clothes.

As you shut down your classroom for the night, you find yourself brimming with giddiness.

When you reach the burger joint, you do a quick once over in the car mirror before internally scolding yourself. It’s not a date, his son is here too. You shut your eyes and push away all thoughts of dates from your head. Opening your eyes, you fix a stray strand of hair and then grab your purse and sweater.

The place is a little busier than you expected so it takes a while to spot Kihyun and Changkyun. You spot the latter first as he’s bouncing in his chair with excitement, a giant milkshake in front of him. When you spot Kihyun next to him, the air might as well have been sucked from your lungs.

You don’t know why, but you were expecting him to be in the usual clothes you saw him in, dress shirt and pants ironed nicely without anything out of place. What you see instead is casual and laid back.

He’s wearing a thin grey sweater under a casual suit jacket. His hair is completely pulled back from his forehead, held back by a black beanie atop his head. Wire framed glasses sit perched on his nose as he watches Changkyun with gentle amusement.

Kihyun catches you staring then and you momentarily panic at being caught. But he only perks up and waves you over. At his motions, Changkyun looks over and claps with happiness. When you reach the table, you sit across from them and before you can set your things in the empty chair next to you, Changkyun is picking up his milkshake and prancing over to the chair.

“I wanna sit next to Teacher Y/N,” he announces as he’s already sitting down and giving you the widest grin, dried chocolate drying on his chin and cheeks.

Kihyun laughs and then holds his hands out for your things. You tentatively hand them over and he carefully drapes your sweater on the back of the chair next to him and sets your purse on the chair cushion.

“I’m glad you could make it,” Kihyun starts. With his attention completely on you, you find yourself suddenly shy. Thankfully he continues on so you don’t have to respond right away. “Kyunnie, here, got a little impatient so I let him get a milkshake, but I told him we’d wait till you got here for food.”

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry to make you guys wait,” you apologize.

Kihyun only waves it away. “I forgot how busy this place could get until super last minute. We’ve only been here for a couple minutes longer than you, we needed to score our favorite table, right?”

He directs this last part at Changkyun and in return, the young boy nods as he sips on the straw in his beverage. Kihyun then hands you a menu. “Here you are, take your time looking through, we order the same thing every time, plus we’re in no rush.”

You take the plastic wrapped menu from him and look through it. There are so many options you can’t decide. Eventually you turn to Changkyun and put on an expression of mock seriousness. “Okay, kiddo, I need help.”

Changkyun turns his full attention to you, his face eager to help you. You give him a questioning look and when he nods that he’s ready for the question you nod back. “I don’t know what to get, and it sounds like you come here quite often, so can you tell me what’s good?”

He’s quick to nod and you place the menu in between the two of you. Changkyun begins to explain all his favorites, the cheeseburger with no onions (because onions are icky), the onion rings because they come in the shape of a tower and the sauces are yummy, etc. etc. You listen attentively and also a little surprised because this is the most you’ve ever seen him talk in one go.

When he’s finished with his menu tour, you blink in thought, and Kihyun laughs outright at your expression. “You probably weren’t expecting all that, huh?”

“Honestly, no,” you laugh. “Mmm, maybe I’ll play it safe and stick with the cheeseburger.”

Kihyun grins. “Good choice. Anything to drink?”

You peek at Changkyun and nudge him gently. “Should we match milkshakes?”

He nods, happy at your suggestion and you laugh a little as you tell Kihyun you’d like a chocolate milkshake.

You watch as Kihyun gets up and jogs up to the counter to get in everyone’s orders. As you wait, you ask Changkyun questions about his classes and he once again gets kind of shy, reverting back to soft spoken sentences.

When Kihyun returns with all the food, you help distribute it out and then all three of you fall into a momentary silence as you begin eating. After a while Kihyun turns to you. “So, Y/N, what made you decide to be a teacher?”

You shrug as you dig around your fries for one of your liking. “It was nothing really specific. I just liked teaching people things. I was a student teacher for high schoolers but wasn’t a fan so I’m giving younger kids a shot and I’m enjoying it.”

“That’s nice,” Kihyun says with a nod. “You found what you liked and pursued it. I wasn’t that lucky, but I like my job and it puts food on the table so how can I complain right?”

“You never found a “dream job” so to say?”

“Hmm, it’s not that I never found it, but it would’ve made things difficult if I went after it. We had Changkyun at a pretty young age so I had to be realistic.”

“What did you want to do?” You take a sip of your milkshake and notice Changkyun has ketchup on his cheeks. Putting down your cup, you pick up a napkin and begin to clear his face. He squirms under your hold and when you gently tickle his neck he giggles.

“You’re really good with him,” Kihyun points out, changing the subject.

“Teacher Y/N is the best,” Changkyun says despite his efforts to swat away your hands. “She made me and Jooheon best friends.”

“The best, huh?” You ask. Changkyun’s cheeks blush and he picks up his cheeseburger to take a big bite. You ruffle his hair and then turn back to Kihyun, he’s watching his son with an endearing look. He catches your eyes and gives you a charming smile that has your stomach fluttering. Clearing your throat, you bring the conversation back. “You never answered.”

Kihyun’s grin turns shy. “It’s embarrassing.” You give him an encouraging nod. He releases an exhale and kind of laughs. “I wanted to pursue singing.”

“Singing? Kihyun, that’s not embarrassing! That’s really cool!”

“Please...it’s childish.”

“It’s really not,” you deny. “I wish I was good at music. Was there a specific genre you liked to sing?”

Changkyun tries to sneak his hand into your fry tray but you give him a narrowed look before grinning and handing him a handful. Kihyun smiles as he watches the two of you and gives a small shake of the head. “I liked anything really, as long as I was singing.”

“I’m sure you’re really good.”

Next to you Changkyun nods in agreement. “Daddy’s really good at singing!”

Kihyun reaches forward to give Changkyun’s nose a soft pinch. “Hush, you.”

You laugh. You want to say that you’d love to hear him sometime, but you don’t think you’ve known him long enough to say anything. Instead when you catch his eye again, you only give a soft smile before turning to interact with Changkyun again. Even though, you’re not looking at him, you can feel Kihyun’s eyes lingering on you.

The next time you see Kihyun is on your birthday. It was a sweet day, your students singing you happy birthday and then promising to be on their best behaviour for the day. Before they all left, the kids handed over a card they’d all made and signed.

After school, a few of your teacher friends surprised you with cupcakes and you chatted with them for a little while before packing up your things and heading home. You had no paperwork to grade tonight, having it gotten it all finished the night before. All you had planned tonight was staying in with your favorite tv shows and a glass of wine or two.

With your bag hoisted over your shoulder and the rest of the cupcakes in your other hand, you locked up your classroom and started towards the parking lot. On your way to your car, you see a familiar child running around with a dinosaur toy in his hands. He’s flying the dinosaur in the air and making different roars. A few steps behind him, Kihyun watches in amusement as he hold his phone between his ear and shoulder, his hands digging around his suit jacket for keys.

Changkyun suddenly spins in a circle but in his twirl he catches sight of you and his face lights up. “Teacher Y/N!”

He’s immediately running towards you in excitement. Kihyun, not having heard him call your name, starts to yell after his son, but stops when he sees you. He sends a wave and a smile your way before returning to his call. As Changkyun reaches you, you return Kihyun’s gesture and then use your free hand to steady the excited child as he almost barrels into you.

“Look!” Changkyun says with a toothy grin. “I got a new dinosaur!”

Your face turns into one of wonder. “Wow! That’s so cool, what kind is this one?”

“I don’t know yet,” Changkyun giggles. “Daddy, surprised me with it today, and it’s one I’ve never had before. I need to look at my dinosaur book.”

“You’ll have to tell me when you figure it out, yeah?”

Changkyun eagerly nods and then catches sight of the cupcakes in your arms. “What are those for?”

“Hmm? Oh, these are for my birthday.”

“It’s your birthday?” His eyes fill with wonder as you nod. “Since it’s your birthday, I’ll let you hold my new dinosaur.”

He hands you the toy and you grin. “That’s very nice. In return, I’ll give you a cupcake.” Changkyun’s face lights up and he hops in excitement. You laugh at his reaction and then kneel down to balance the cupcake platter and the dinosaur in your lap. You pull the tin foil off the top of the plate and show Changkyun the cupcakes. “I have chocolate and vanilla.”

“Chocolate!!”

You smile and pick one up off the plate. He holds his hands out patiently for it and you hand it over to him. Before you can say anything, he’s running back to his father. At Kihyun’s feet, he jumps and points to the cupcake as if to ask if it’s okay to eat it. Kihyun peers down and gives a quick nod before saying something into the phone. Changkyun runs back to you as you’re covering the cupcakes once more and standing up.

“Your new dinosaur is super cool,” you say pretending to walk it through the air.

He laughs at you and then holds the cupcake up. “Can I really have it?”

“Of course,” you reply. “Your dad said it was okay, right?”

Changkyun nods and at your encouragement takes a bite of it. He does a little happy dance as he chews on the dessert. As he eats his treat you hold his dinosaur for him and begin to walk him back to his father. He seems to be ending his phone call so you figure it’s a good time.

As you come up to him, he hangs up and then takes in Changkyun’s frosting covered face with exasperation. “Kid has such a sugar tooth.”

“Sorry,” you wince. “He said you said it was okay.”

Kihyun waves away your worries. “It’s fine. What’s one cupcake going to do? It’s a secret from Mom, though okay Kyunnie?” Changkyun only nods, too focused on his treat. Kihyun chuckles and then turns to you. “Special occasion?”

“It’s my birthday,” you explain.

“Happy Birthday!” Kihyun grins. “If I had known I would’ve gotten you something.”

You laugh a little. “I don’t know if you could beat Changkyun letting me hold his dinosaur.”

“You’re right,” he turns thoughtful. “That’s a tough one.”

You grin and pat Changkyun’s head. “Well I should let you two go. Don’t wanna keep you held up. I’ll see you two around.”

You hand the dinosaur to Kihyun, as Changkyun’s still busy with the cupcake. Kihyun nods and says goodbye as you walk off towards your car. You’ve just set the cupcake platter on the top of your car to dig your keys from your bag when you hear your name called.

Turning around you see Kihyun jogging up to you with a grin. You give him a curious look as he comes to a stop in front of you. He looks a little nervous as his hands tug on his sleeves. For a moment he studies your face while biting on his lip. Finally, he exhales and leans forward. One of his hands gently holds your elbow as he presses a soft kiss to your cheek.

When he pulls away, you blink at him completely speechless. His expression turns a little smug at your lack of words, but it doesn’t last long before he starts to look nervous.

He lets go of your arm and you find yourself reaching forward to grab one of his hands. He looks down at your grip on him before looking back at you.

“Th-that was, uh, better than the d-dinosaur,” you trip over your words in a rush. You begin to turn around but stop and look back at him, cheeks burning. “Don’t tell Changkyun I said that.”

Before Kihyun can say anything you find your keys, and climb into the car with your cupcakes. Through the closed door you hear Kihyun laugh wholeheartedly.

The next day, as you’re readying the classroom for the lessons of the day, there’s a knock on your door. You look over your shoulder from where you’re writing on the whiteboard and are surprised to see Kihyun in the entryway.

He gives you an apologetic look as you motion for him to come in. You cap the marker you’re using and turn to face him fully. “Good morning.”

“I’m sorry to bother you. But I’m not picking up Changkyun tonight so I came now.”

“It’s no bother,” you smile. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to know if you’d be interested in going out with me this weekend?”

You almost drop the marker in your hand from the unexpected question. “Oh...um..”

Your thoughts are racing a mile a minute as you try to process that face that Kihyun’s actually just asked you on a date.

“Oh God, you’re not interested, are you?” Kihyun asked when you don’t say anything. He looks apologetic as he takes a step back from you. “I’m sorry, I probably made you feel awkward.”

You blink away the shocked haze in your thoughts and shake your head. “No, no! That’s not it. I was just surprised, is all. I’d love a date with you.”

His eyes widen, “Seriously?”

“I wouldn’t have said yes if I wasn’t interested,” you smirk.

“Right...right! Okay...it’s a date then.” Kihyun rocks back on his heels and then lights up again as if the words finally hit him. Afterwards, you exchange contact info and he leaves with a promise to message you later today.

For the date, the two of you decide to go to a restaurant, it was nice but still on the casual side. The beginning of the dinner felt almost formal, the two of you a little awkward and stiff as you get past the getting to know you questions. Briefly he touches on his ex-wife, and how she’s now dating again, and to give her more free time Kihyun is stepping up to take more fatherly duties. There’s a small lull in conversation after that and knowing how much he adores his son you decide to ask about Changkyun.

Just as you hoped, his face lights up and his posture relaxes tenfold. You smile as you listen to him tell you things about his son; especially how Changkyun loves dinosaurs and science. He also reveals that Changkyun is already starting to show an interest in music, constantly asking him to put in CDs while they drive in the car and singing along to them.

Kihyun sighs as he takes a sip of his wine. “I guess as a parent I should want him to pursue the sciences, lead himself to a more stable career. But seeing his face light up listening to music, I almost want him to go that route more.”

“There’s nothing wrong with both,” you point out. “Archaeologist by day, musician by night.”

Kihyun chuckles at that. “His mother would just love that.” By his sarcastic tone you’re highly aware it would be the opposite.

“Does she not like music?” You ask carefully, not wanting to pry too much.

He shrugs. “It’s not that she doesn’t like it. It’s more she’s realistic and doesn’t want to waste her time on childish dreams.”

You hum as you think about that. “I guess I can understand that. But there’s no harm in at least trying, right? Especially if you’re passionate about it and it makes you happy.”

“What about you, did you have any other dreams you wanted to go after?”

“Well, I wanted to be a veterinarian and then realized I would probably cry over every animal that came in. There was a time I entertained the idea of actress but I took one step onto the stage in my high school play and froze up so bad I did a better job than the boy playing the role of Tree #1.”

Kihyun laughs at that and you find yourself giving into the contagious sound to laugh along.

“I can see why Changkyun adores you.”

You choke a little on a lingering laugh. “What do you mean?”

Kihyun’s eyes are tender as they look at you, “You’re really nice, you’re funny. Not to mention you’re very beautiful.”

Your cheeks heat up and you let out a small laugh. “Please.”

Kihyun only carries on. “You know, Changkyun is so shy around strangers that I was so shocked when I came in that one day to find him sleeping in your arms. He’ll barely do that with me. And honestly, all it really took was that first look at you when I walked into the room to know you were a good person. You have some of the softest and kindest eyes I’ve ever seen.”

By the end of his spiel you’re face is as red as the pasta sauce in front of you. You try to hide your embarrassment by sipping your wine, but the warmth of the alcohol just makes your cheeks warmer.

Kihyun grins at you softly. “I’ll stop there, I don’t wanna embarrass you. I just needed you to know that.”

After the dinner, you walk beside Kihyun as the two of you idly make your way through the shopping district. Fairy lights are strung up through the trees giving the evening a romantic glow. There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you, but it’s broken when you spot a blinking sign.

Turning to Kihyun you bite your lip and point to the place. “Can we?”

He follows your pointing finger and gives a small, startled laugh. “Karaoke? Really?”

“Yes, really!” You exclaim. “Ever since you told me you liked to sing I’ve wanted to hear it.”

“For all you know, I sing like a troll.”

It must be the added confidence boost from the wine because you say, “A very handsome troll.” When Kihyun only laughs at your response you sigh. “Fine, I’ll go first, so you can hear what a truly bad singer sounds like and then you can sing.”

Kihyun looks between you and the karaoke place before finally exhaling in exasperation. He takes one of your hands and begins to lead you towards the place. “Darling, I’m sure you sound like an angel.”

After the room is rented, you and Kihyun get comfortable and then you pick up the song selector. You choose a pop song from your childhood that you’ve always liked. When you hit the high notes, your voice almost doesn’t make it which causes Kihyun to laugh a little and you to give him a warning glare.

When your song is finished, you plop down next to him and give an expectant and excited look.

“You really want to hear me sing, don’t you?”

You nod but he still doesn’t make a move to choose a song. Your face turns into a small pout and Kihyun smirks. Reaching forward he gently holds your chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Now how can I turn down that pout?”

You blush and he chuckles under his breath before grabbing the song selector. He chooses a ballad and as the smooth melodies of the song fill the room, he stands up and holds the microphone to his mouth.

As soon as he starts singing, you feel your face light up with wonder. His voice is so calming and full. Chills roll down your back and goosebumps litter your arms as he holds the notes and puts so much emotion into the song. His eyes are shut in concentration and every now and then his brow furrows. Kihyun puts his whole body into the song and you can’t help but just watch in shock.

When he’s finished, Kihyun sets the microphone down and then looks at you. You watch, confused, as he rushes over to you. “Oh God, was it really that bad?”

His thumbs softly brush at your cheeks and you realize you’ve started crying. “What? Oh my God, no, it wasn’t bad at all. Oh God, this is embarrassing.” You turn away and dry your cheeks. “You were so good, Kihyun.”

You turn back to him and give him a look of faux anger. “What the hell? This is supposed to be karaoke, not Korea’s Got Talent.” You swat his arm lightly and he laughs at your outburst, but you can see hints of blush on his cheeks.

“I wasn’t that good.”

“‘Wasn’t that good’? Kihyun, you’re absolutely amazing. I’m almost actually mad you’re not a singer.”

He laughs again but he’s hands are lifted slightly as if he wants to help you but doesn’t know how to. “Are you sure you’re okay? I can’t believe I made you cry on our first date.”

You wave his worries away. “It’s a good cry, trust me. You’d know if it were a bad cry.”

Taking a deep breath, you give Kihyun the best smile you can manage to prove you’re fine and he grins in return, his hands finally dropping to his lap. However, one lifts again to tuck away a stray strand of hair that’s clinging to your cheek. He trails his fingers across your cheek as he brushes the hair behind your ear. As his eyes trace your features, his lips quirk ever so slightly and you find yourself trying not to look at his lips. The look of subtle smugness on his face has your heart speeding up and excitement filling your chest.

He catches you trying to hide it however and leans forward to press his mouth against your own. One of your hands comes up to cup his cheek, and the hand he’d had behind your ear moves to lightly grip the nape of your neck. Kihyun’s lips are as soft and plush as they look, moving against your own in a slow rhythm.

When his other hand settles on your hip you shiver at the feeling of his fingers through the cloth of your dress. Kihyun breaks the kiss, but doesn’t go far as he traces his lips across your cheeks and down to your jaw line. “You taste salty.”

You let out an airy laugh through your nose as your hold on his cheek drops to his neck and then trails down his chest. Gripping one of the lapels of his jacket you pull him closer to you. He laughs under his breath at your action but doesn’t reject it. Instead his hand moves from your hip to your lower back and he splays his fingers against you.

A soft wine leaves your lips when he sucks lightly at a spot under your jaw. The noise makes him pull you even closer, your chest arching into him.

Holding you carefully, Kihyun lowers you to your back on the couch you’re sitting on and hovers over you.

There’s a sudden tightness in your chest, but you ignore it as Kihyun pulls away and starts to move down your body. He doesn’t get very far though before you let out a sudden hiccup. His face leans into your stomach and you can feel him laughing against you. Your hands reach up to cover your mouth as another hiccup racks your body.

“I hiccup after I cry,” you explain. The words only make Kihyun laugh harder. Slowly he pulls away, eyes crinkled as he pulls you back up into a sitting position.

“Stay here.”

He stands and exits the room, returning a few moments later with a water bottle. He unscrews the cap for you and watches you with fondness as you take a sip. He reaches out and again pushes away the stray strands of hair. The smile on his lips is full of amusement as you continue to hiccup a few more times.

Once you’ve righted your breathing, he laughs and stands. When he takes one of your hands, he leans down and kisses your cheek. “I’ll take you home now.”

He keeps his grip on your hand as he leads you out of the karaoke place and into the streets. The warmth in your chest grows tenfold when he grins at you as he helps you into his car. The whole drive to your place, he keeps a hand settled on your thigh.

Kihyun awkwardly stands in your living room as you shrug off your jacket and toss it haphazardly onto your couch. He looks around the simple living room with a curious eye. Trying not to chide yourself for forgetting to pick up your student’s papers off the coffee table you make your way into the kitchen. There’s an island counter that separates the living room and the kitchen but keeps the space open.

“Would you like anything to drink? I have water, tea, and...oh that’s it,” you say looking into your fridge and only finding the water pitcher.

“Water is fine,” Kihyun says, joining you in the kitchen. He leans against the counter and watches as you pour two glasses of water. He takes the glass with a murmured thank you and then takes a sip.

From over the top of his glass, Kihyun watches you with intense eyes. The almost hungry look in his gaze has your stomach fluttering and your chest tightening in need. You thought the hiccups from early had killed the mood entirely, so you’re surprised to see that Kihyun still seems interested.

He sets down his glass and you catch his fingers twitch in a need to touch. Setting your own glass down, you take a step toward him and he silently scans your body as you move closer. When you’re standing in front of him, you find that just his being is enough to make you feel overwhelmed. You reach for his hand and he readily gives it to you.

Lifting his hand to your face, you lean into it so it can cup your cheek, his slightly calloused palm feels strong against your skin. Holding your gaze, Kihyun moves his hand to the back of your head, the feeling of his fingers carding through your hair causes shivers to run down your back. He smirks at your reaction and leads you closer to him so that one of his thighs rests between your legs. The feeling of his pants rubbing against your panties sends a jolt through you at the sudden contact.

Kihyun hums lightly, as he drops his neck down to your shoulder and presses a kiss there. Your arms come up under his to rest on his back. As he moves to breathe into the crook of your neck, you gently play with the hairs at the nape of his neck. His hands grip at the hem of your dress and ruck it up to lay his hands on your bare thighs.

Needing a better position, the two of your begin to make your way towards your bedroom. As you move through the apartment, both yours and Kihyun’s hands grow impatient, pulling on clothes and gripping at skin until there’s almost nothing between the two of you.

As he lays you on the bed, he’s tender and staring down at you with hooded eyes. The expression on your face making your body flush. When you’ve been completely undressed and it’s just skin on skin you feel relief zip through you.

His hips move against and with yours to create a tight friction between the two of you. Kihyun uses his tongue to trace your collarbones as you release breathy moans into the air.

After a couple more ruts against your hips, Kihyun’s found the place that has you seeing colors behind your lids and uttering swears against his lips.

When you’ve both hit your highs, he presses soft kisses to your cheeks, nose, and forehead before he pulls away and tugs you into his chest. The two of you let slumber overcome you.

When you wake up it’s to a reassuring arm thrown across your body and a warm chest pressed to your back. Kihyun’s breath fans against your ear and makes you squirm lightly. At your movements, he groans tiredly and pulls you tighter to him. “Don’t get up yet.”

You laugh softly and turn under his arm to face him. His face scrunches at your motions before falling slack once more. You squeeze up an arm between your bodies and trace your fingers over his lips and cupid’s bow. Moving to his nose, you trace up the nose bridge to the corner of his eye and then gently rustle his eyelashes.

Kihyun pulls away at the act and pries an eye open to give you a tired glare. “Go back to sleep.”

“I’m hungry,” you murmur.

“I’ll make you the best breakfast you’ve ever had, if you just wait ten more minutes.”

You grin against his shoulder and nod. As the two of you lay there, Kihyun trails his fingers up and down your back and you let the muscles relax. Sleep is about to take you again but a tired laugh escapes Kihyun’s lips.

“I can’t believe you actually cried when I sang.”

You release an embarrassed whine and burrow deeper into his shoulder. “Don’t remind me.”

“Mmm, so cute.” Kihyun exhales. “I was partially right about one thing, though.”

“What’s that?”

“You do sound like an angel...just not when you sing.”

When he laughs, you smack his back causing him to move even closer to you. He continues to softly chuckle and you roll your eyes at his behavior.

All of a sudden, Kihyun is sitting up and stretching out his arms. “Well we’ve got a new day to look forward to. I saw those papers you needed to still grade, and I promised you a breakfast.”

You blink at the sudden change in attitude. When you don’t move, Kihyun grins down at you and gives you butt a soft slap. “Come on Teacher Y/N, we can’t let the day waste away.”

Suddenly Kihyun’s face lights up with a conspiratorial smirk, “Should I call you teacher next time? I can be the student.”

“No, no, no,” you’re quick to shoot down the idea.

Kihyun pouts but then grins. “Okay, but how many teachers do you think have done it in the teacher’s lounge?”

“Kihyun!” You scold with a laugh of disbelief. He gives you an expectant look, still waiting for an answer. You roll your eyes before rolling onto your back and rubbing your face with your hands. “I don’t know, and I don’t want to know. And before you ask, we’re not doing it in the teacher’s lounge.”

“Well damn.”

“Would you just go make breakfast?” You laugh again and swat at his arm. Kihyun smiles and crawls over your body. As he does so, he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. You smile against his mouth with your eyes shut, reaching to ruffle his bed head.

When he’s off the bed, you sit up and look around for a shirt to pull on. Before you can find one, Kihyun pokes his head back into the bedroom. “But let me know if you change your mind about the roleplay, ‘cause I’m actually interested in that.”

“Shut up!” You laugh out and grab a pillow to chuck it at his head. He runs off, trailing a laugh behind him.

#mxwriters #monsta x scenarios #monsta x imagines #kihyun #yoo kihyun #monsta x #kihyun scenarios #kihyun imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #jfc i can't believe it's this long #the ending is so rushed

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Remember Me As A Time of Day

A/N: Finally, a chance to post this! For day 1 of @glaiveweek, aka my attempt to flesh out Nyx Ulric because I’m a total ho for back stories.

Tagging some folks: @eternallydaydreaming2015 @theyearofdiamonddogs @themissimmortal @hypaalicious @louisvuittontrashbags @cupnoodle-queen @nifwrites

Nyx closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath.

One, two, three, four, five, he counted in his head as he hid behind a collapsed wall, seeking temporary refuge from the manic behemoth and a herd of daemons on the loose. He heard his own heartbeat amidst the sound of gunfire, explosions, and voices of his dying comrades. He even heard Selena’s voice blaring over and over. Save mother, help her, she called out, and his own mind would punish him, replaying the precise moment that he lost his sister in vivid detail. He had that moment memorized, the conversation of bullets that ripped his home and family apart, and he had it stamped and inked permanently in the thresholds of his mind.

His head throbbed. He squeezed his eyes shut again, and Nyx could see the crystal blue of the sky of what could have been a clear summer’s morning, the very same from his young, halcyon days in Galahd. But Nyx was aware, too hyper aware even, that if he opened his eyes, he would see the billowing smoke that smeared the summer sky into a dusty palette of red and gray.

One, two, three, four, five—shit!

Nyx’s mind was racing in the palpable tension of fear and danger. He needed to concentrate. He needed a proper minute to process everything happening around him and plan his next course of action.

But his mind offered him little solace and more snippets of his old life, the face of his sister, and the sound of his mother’s voice. Nyx gathered all his might to stop the overwhelming desire to cry.

“Not here, goddamnit,” he whispered under his breath. Of all the things he could think of in the middle of this battleground that swelled the stench of death, Nyx thought of the life he desperately wanted to return to, the one thing he wanted so bad to cling and latch onto until his bones turn to dust. But at this rate, Nyx knew his old life was nothing more than a pipe dream, and hanging onto it would be his own demise.

Six, seven, eight, nine—

Fucking impeccable timing, Nyx wistfully smiled to himself, and thought how it was ridiculous for his memories to have such a sick sense of humor. Before he could even reach ten, he was suddenly reminded of the first time in his life he whirled himself into trouble.

Nyx was ten when he first got into a fistfight.

It was a clear summer’s morning, and the pristine blue waters of the Galahd River shimmered like sapphires in the bright blaze of sunshine. It was the perfect day for swimming, and not the perfect day to be wasted on punching other children square in the face. It was the last day of summer, Nyx knew he had to spend it wisely. His dark buzz-cut hair and sharp blue eyes may make him seem like a rambunctious kid, but scrawny as he was, Nyx never had any intention of causing any stress for anyone, both adults and children alike. He had only planned to dedicate the rest of the scorching day teaching Selena how to swim, and he had spent the night prior convincing his little sister that the river was absolutely nothing to be scared of.

Much to Nyx’s dismay, Selena became deathly afraid of water after that one time she almost drowned along the beach just right outside their house. Nyx saved her just in time, but he was willing to go a mile at this point; he was more than adamant to help his sister conquer her fears. Their mother didn’t even argue; Nyx properly insisted that anyone living on the isles of Galahd must know how to swim, and considered it as a valuable life skill. As such, he offered Selena a firm assurance, and finally, a sweet promise of sea salt ice cream should she ever accept the daunting challenge before her. Nyx did not need to say anything else after that; it was more than enough to make his sister say yes. Though young, spirited, and clever as she was, Selena was still too easily charmed and bribed by her brother; she loved it when Nyx spoiled her rotten, and she loved him for it most dearly.

What Nyx had in mind was simple: get his sister to learn how to float at the very least, and again, not to cause any sort of trouble, else he would never hear the end of it from their mother. He even asked Libertus to tag along for moral support, which proved to be less than helpful when Libertus headed straight into their favorite jumping spot—a huge, washed out boulder sitting comfortably at the edge of the river, and plunged head first into the water.

“Selena, look!” Libertus bellowed as he resurfaced, and he tried to demonstrate several floating motions for Selena, one in which he appeared to be chubby-looking starfish. “It’s not that deep!”

“It looks very deep to me, Libby. You’re not even standing anymore,” Selena rolled her eyes, stooped down, and hugged her knees. She watched Libertus float on his back, carefree and most ardently enjoying the crisp and cold water, his blithe, smiling face becoming the subject of Selena’s fiery curiosity. It was a look that carried a strong determination and resolve, betraying the usual gentleness behind her hazel eyes.

“Nyx,” she finally whispered and pointed at Libertus, “I want—I need to learn how to do that.”

Every word Selena stressed felt like an answered prayer that Nyx grinned with utmost satisfaction. Albeit inadvertently, Libertus might have helped in this effort after all.

“Let’s start somewhere shallow first, alright?” Nyx eagerly proposed, giving her shoulder a nudge.

“Okay,” Selena nodded and beamed, “but can I jump from here once I get the hang of it?”

“Yes, you can,” Nyx laughed, and even Libertus excitedly hollered at the distance.

It was all Nyx had wanted: to marinate under this beautiful weather, soaking on every drop of freshwater with his sister and his best friend in peace.

But as Nyx and Selena were about to climb down from the top of the boulder, a brown-haired, pale-faced boy sneaked behind them and shoved Selena towards the river. Nyx watched in horror as he witnessed his sister plummeting face first, shattering a loud splash. He didn’t even spare a second to take a good look at the culprit’s face, nor did he even acknowledge the seething anger and crippling dread that bubbled at the pit of his stomach. It was without any conscious thought that Nyx instantly dived right into his sister’s rescue. Libertus followed suit from where he was, and they both swam to follow Selena, whose body was helplessly thrashing and struggling to keep herself afloat. Nyx swam as hard as he could, his lanky arms sweeping through the current, until he finally managed to scoop her along and dragged her back on land.

Nyx and Libertus stayed by Selena’s side and tended to her as she suffered fits of coughing, choking and wheezing all the water out of her lungs. The other boy made his approach without even a hint of remorse on his pallid face; there was only a mischievous glint of amusement present in his cold, blue eyes, the twitch of his lips forming into a delighted smile, as if he had just orchestrated such an entertaining show. But neither Nyx nor Libertus were entertained, and quite far from it. Nyx welcomed the violent return of the boiling rage that churned every flesh and bone in his body; he did not wait to get an explanation, and immediately, he greeted the brown-haired boy with a piece of his mind and fist.

“Why the hell did you do that, Luche?!” Nyx’s knuckles winced at the heavy blow, and the boy’s—Luche’s—gaunt face instantly bruised, the corner of his mouth trickling with blood. Luche was also his friend, but Nyx recognized no friendship nor any form of acquaintance if his sister’s safety was compromised.

What was once a look of amusement was replaced by a look of both contempt and hostility that Luche tackled Nyx to the ground, returning the favor with his own fist. They traded blows and punches, hurling all the nastiest insults that their young minds could ever create, wrestling and toppling on each other. When Nyx got the upperhand, he focused on snuffing the life out of Luche when he straddled him in the dirt. He was too focused that he didn’t even notice both Libertus and Selena were already on their feet, helplessly trying to wrench them apart.

”Nyx, stop it!” Selena screamed, desperately yanking Nyx’s shirt just to get him off Luche. Libertus, in turn, was severely confused on who he should pry off from who, so he settled on summoning all his strength on pulling both the Ulric siblings.

Luche, who was still struggling and wriggling under Nyx’s weight, managed to choke out, “Get off me! It was just a prank, idiot!”

“You’re the idiot! My sister can’t swim!” Nyx harshly clenched on the collar of Luche’s shirt to drive his point. “She coulda died! Have you ever thought about that, huh!?”

Luche’s eyes faltered in surprise. “What, I—”

“Do you have anything to say for yourself, you son of a bitch—”

Nyx was about to deliver another round of bashing when Luche raised his hands and cried, “Wait, I’m sorry, alright! I didn’t know!”

Luche’s apology allowed Nyx to finally loosen his grip. Selena took this opportunity to seize his brother and pull him up, while Luche squirmed his way on the ground to get back on his feet. Libertus was quick to stop him from bolting away.

“Apologize to the lady. Now.” Libertus growled, roughly snatching Luche at the back of his shirt. Libertus and Luche were around the same age, but with Libertus’ round and burly figure, he can intimidate any kid if he wanted to. But Libertus preferred kindness over violence, and used the latter only when a grave situation called for it. This particular one met that exception.

“I’m sorry, Selena,” Luche croaked in what could be mistaken as fear. He looked at Selena with nothing but sincere regret over a prank he realized had gone way too wrong. The boy was even on the verge of tears.

“Apology accepted,” Selena smiled weakly in response, slightly hiding behind Nyx, clutching the hem of her brother’s shirt. “Here—” she reached for the pocket of her sopping, wet dress, and dug out a small, tin can. She flicked it open, picked one strip of her pink-colored bandages, and handed it to Luche. “You need one. I’m using all of this on my brother’s face thanks to your handiwork, but I’m sharing one with you.”

“Uh, I—thanks,” Luche timidly took the band-aid. He looked at Selena again, and then quickly glanced at Nyx and Libertus, who both stood on guard if he ever tried something funny again, and then back at Selena. Luche suddenly burst out crying, and then ran off towards the other side of the river.

Nyx and Libertus shared a glance of confusion. They didn’t know what shocked them: Luche’s easy admission of his mistake, or Selena’s dauntless display of kindness. It was probably both. The boys were both aware of Luche’s reputation of being a topnotch troublemaker, and it amazed them how Selena’s guileless generosity made Luche scamper away with his tail between his legs. The boys could not help themselves; they broke into a loud, boisterous laughter, and it was only a moment later that they took notice of Selena, who was breaking into tears.

“Hey, Selena,” Nyx knelt down and held her sister by her small arms. “What’s the matter?”

“You shouldn’t have done that to Luche. You were scary.” Selena sniffed. “And you said a lot of really bad words. You said son of a—”

“Alright, I know—” Nyx interrupted and shot Libertus a worried look. Libertus only snorted at him, completely amused. “Don’t tell mom, please,” Nyx pleaded. “And I’m sorry, it’s just—I got real worried about you.”

“I know,” Selena nodded. “Big brother instinct.”

“Right,” Nyx smiled.

Selena quickly added, “But swear not to get into fights again, or I’m telling Mom.”

“Okay, I promise.” Nyx grinned and raised his pinky finger, and Libertus could only shake his head.

Nyx immediately broke that promise the next day.

The first morning of his sixth grade, Nyx rushed into the back of the campus to meet Libertus at their usual hangout spot, only to catch him being bullied by a couple of eighth graders. The other kids were trying to get his lunch money, but Libertus stood his ground and tried to fend them off with a show of his meaty fists. They laughed. Quick on his feet, Nyx grabbed a nearby baseball bat and chased them off with it; funnily enough, they walked away, only spewing empty threats at them.

“I owe you,” Libertus exhaled in relief.

Nyx patted him on the back and smiled. “You sure do. Better put in on your tab.”

“We should probably join the judo club or something. You know, for self-defense,” Libertus proposed as they walked back inside to their classroom. “Especially you. You seem to be getting yourself into a lot of trouble these days. To think you promised Selena yesterday—what a bunch of bogus.”

“Shut up,” Nyx rolled his eyes; he knew Libertus was right. “And I don’t know, Libertus. Trouble just can’t get its hands off me, I guess.”

True enough, as the years came and went, the older Nyx got, the more trouble he attracted in his direction. It arrived at a tumultuous momentum by the time he was eighteen. May it be with the ladies or just life in general, the phenomenon was beyond Nyx’s explanation. Selena often joked that he only had his pretty face to blame; adolescence crafted a handsome face and sculpted lean muscle out of the young and lanky Nyx that even anyone within his circle of acquaintances found it difficult to repel his natural charm. The same could be said of Selena, who blossomed into a quiet and gentle beauty of her own, yet still brazenly shielded by her razor-sharp wit. Much to his relief, Nyx did not find any sort of trouble that involved his sister as of late—Selena was good enough warding off unworthy men who tried to win her attention and affection.

However, in Nyx’s case, the sort of trouble he attracted most of the time, the one that he added into his unwanted arsenal of mischief, was getting into heated arguments with adults. As opposed to fistfights, he figured this one was something he could fairly control, and would need every ounce of his wealthy resource of shrewdness and sarcasm. In his defense, he did not have a penchant of starting arguments. Ever since Nyx and Libertus started their little bar at the busy outskirts of their hometown, they had drawn a wide range of customers, and with it, its own array of interactions that bordered on either meaningful conversations or a shitty squabble. Nevertheless, Nyx enjoyed tending to their simple space; this laidback bar was all born out of their crucial need to scrape a living for college, all fueled by Nyx’s surprising business acumen and Libertus’ culinary expertise. Nyx relished on getting to know people, and he had believed that he was a good judge of character, until a tall man, possibly in his late twenties, stumbled upon their little place.

“Excuse me,” the man called Nyx’s attention. “Would you know if there are any other places good enough to eat around here?”

The question was asked kindly, but something about it just grinded Nyx’s proud Galahdian gears. There was a certain air of utmost propriety in the man’s austere face, and that brown crop of hair and stern, blue eyes suggested that he was not someone Nyx should even dare to mess with.

But Nyx couldn’t help it, so he smugly answered: “You’re already standing in one.”

“Yes, we heard—but we prefer something that’s… not skewers. If possible.” The man said, and Nyx itched to defend the honor of Galahdian food to this foreigner. He wanted to call Libertus from the kitchen, but decided against it.

“Are you telling me that skewers are not good enough to eat?” Nyx held his ground and countered, and the annoyance in his voice was more evident.

The man looked suddenly rattled. “No, I didn’t mean it that way, kid—what I’m saying is that my company and I need something else—”

“I apologize for my friend’s picky palate, he didn’t mean to be rude—” a raven-haired man in a sharply-fashioned suit and tie interrupted Nyx’s nearly brewing dispute. Apparently, the serious-looking, brown-haired man was accompanied by a ragtag band of outsiders. Apart from the dashing, black-haired fellow, there was a grumpy man beside him who looked surly and couldn’t care less about what was going on. The two others who trailed behind them were men who seemed to be in their early thirties: one was a monocled man in a vest-and-shirt ensemble, whose manners were too courteous for Nyx’s taste; the other was a hulking figure of a man with a striking bird tattoo, who Nyx imagined could break every bone in his body.

“We’ll order whatever’s best on your menu, uh—” Nyx saw the raven-haired man quickly squinted at the name tag attached to his apron— “Nyx Ulric.”

“Alright, sir,” Nyx nodded, and warily eyed the group of men as they took their seats at the table right across the bar. He called out for Libertus, “Five orders of serum skewers!”

“On it!” Libertus immediately answered behind the kitchen doors.

Nyx shuffled along and grabbed a couple of beer bottles from the cooler. “We only serve alcohol around here so would you like to—”

“So Reggie, I’m the one with the picky palate now?” the brown-haired man argued with his companion. Nyx abruptly paused and watched cautiously, only because the man’s tone was far from friendly.

The raven-haired fellow only cheekily smiled; he carried himself in a grace and formality that Nyx couldn’t quite put his finger on. “Well, Cor, it is sort of true—“

“What’s the problem with skewers, anyway?” The tattooed man asked with a shit-eating grin on his rugged face. “Cor, look at you—you need more meat!“

“No, Clarus—what I need is more patience.”

“And what I need now is a drink,” the monocled man added in jest, and he beckoned Nyx to come over with a simple jerk of his head.

Nyx single-handedly brought the booze with him and was merely watching their outrageous banter and discussion unfold when he suddenly realized something of incredible and of obvious importance. He grinded into a screeching halt, his eyes widening at his own ignorance. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t spill a drop of beer from the tray he was carrying. “Wait a second. You’re all—“ he bewilderedly pointed at all of them, and he stopped at the black-haired man— “You’re… are you—nope, you’re… King Regis.”

The five men exchanged tensed and worried looks. The black-haired man’s mouth opened and closed, tentatively calculating what he should respond, until the eldest and the grumpiest in the group let out a loud, exasperated sigh.

“You lot shoulda kept yer traps shut,” the grumpy man addressed his companions, finally crushing the anxious silence. “Anyhoo—nice to meet ya, Nyx Ulric. Name’s Cid. And yes, this slack-jawed idiot right here is your king. Don’t bother with the others. And yes, I would love to have that bottle of beer now, if yer pretty face won’t mind.”

Nyx mindlessly set the tray down the table and handed one over to Cid. He looked again at Regis—the King Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII, incumbent ruler of Lucis—and gingerly slid a bottle over to him.

King Regis nodded and smiled, “Thank you, Nyx. Please forgive Cid, he tends to forget his manners from time to time.”

Cid only rolled his eyes as he took a swig. Nyx smiled timidly and tried to keep his cool, serving the remaining bottles to the other men. In truth, he still stewed the astounding fact that King Regis and his royal retainers just showed up to eat at his bar, and it baffled him how men of their importance would settle eating something like street food.

“Oh, I’m sorry—I suppose I’m the one who forgot my manners,” King Regis straightened on his seat as he continued. “So, my name’s Regis—pleasure to meet you. And this is Clarus, Weskham, and Cor.” He gestured at the tattooed giant, the monocled gentleman, and the serious-looking fellow respectively.

Nyx sheepishly glanced at Cor when another realization hit him like a bus. “Shit, then you must be the Cor Leonis.”

“That, I am.” Cor raises his bottle in kind confirmation and acknowledgement.

Nyx couldn’t believe it. He had heard of the moniker The Immortal all over the news, and how his exploits in battle have cemented him as a stuff of legend. It surprised him how he could even meet such a man of caliber in his lifetime.

Nyx nodded, almost too awkwardly eager. “Right. Okay. Cool, cool, cool—“

Libertus interrupted Nyx’s short circuiting moment when he went swung out of the door, plates of skewers in hand. “Here’s your order of—holy fucking shit.”

Nyx turned around and he beamed nervously at Libertus. “Hey, Lib—“

“Nyx,” Libertus blinked. He spoke in a low and serious tone. “Please tell me that I’m not seeing the king and his retainers in our bar—“

“Actually, they’re really here and I didn’t realize sooner—“

“You fool! How can you not recognize the fucking king of Lucis, Nyx? Gods be good to you!” Libertus sneered and waltzed away from Nyx, proceeding straight to the table. “On behalf of my friend, I apologize for his extreme obliviousness. Anyway, here are the… um, skewers you ordered—“ he carefully placed the plate in the middle— “uh, are you really sure it’s okay for you to eat something like this—“

“I assure you, it’s quite fine. Thank you,” King Regis offered with a sincere smile.

“Why, look at all of this—“ Clarus beamed at both the sight and scent of the food before him. “You Galadhians know how to treat your meat right. This smells amazing.”

Libertus and Nyx were about to walk away to leave the king’s group in peace when Weskham chimed in.

“Join us, please,” Weskham amiably requested, and both Libertus and Nyx froze in their feet. Considering Nyx’s ability to make small talk with his patrons, this one was a particularly new territory. He had never met people of nobility before. “Galahd sure is a charming place, and we would be delighted to learn the lay of the land from such passionate young locals such as yourselves.”

Libertus and Nyx nervously glanced at each other, but in the end, they both rose out of their hesitation and timidly obliged. Weskham and Cid both asked about the local delicacies, while Regis and Clarus sought information about any hunts available. Cor remained quiet on the other side of the table, nursing his bottle of beer. Libertus and Nyx were generous enough to share everything they know, and gradually, their conversation with the group shifted from trading helpful information to exchanging hilarious anecdotes and unsolicited advice on women. Eventually, with the contagious laughter and energy led by Clarus’s oozing charm, the two of them forgot any sort of hierarchical wall that stood between them and the royal group.

A plateful of meat and few bottles of beer later, Nyx had gathered confidence to shift the conversation to a different direction.

“Your Majesty, may I ask you a question?”

King Regis nodded. “By all means.”

“If I daresay ask—what makes you devote your life fighting this war?”

Libertus almost choked on his beer. “Nyx!”

An immediate silence followed. Everyone watched and waited expectantly how this exchange between the king and this bold, young commoner would turn out. There was already a certain unease that thickly permeated among the king’s companions that they flicked each other knowing looks. But King Regis only solemnly smiled at Nyx; the smile that graced the king’s face veiled a hint of sadness, but somehow, it resonated a strong sense of hope.

“It’s for young people like you, Nyx Ulric,” King Regis finally answered, and in his voice, one could hear the echo of his resolve. “I know it seems like all is lost… but if there’s something I learned in this journey is that my life is nothing.” He slowly admitted, and he looked at all of them, his gaze remained unwavering. “But to have even the smallest hope, a fighting chance to give a future to my people... To me, that is everything.”

Nyx saw King Regis’s green eyes aflame with wildfire passion. And in that moment, he felt like a moth, so small and so drawn to King Regis’s light. He suddenly wondered if this unbridled passion would ever be enough to win the war against an enemy who claimed the odds at their favor from the very beginning.

Nyx wanted to believe, and believe he did.

“Nyx Ulric, pull your head out of your ass and go out there!”

Drautos’ voice snapped Nyx out of his mindless reverie. Nyx didn’t even notice Drautos coming to his aid, or the fact that he had been shaking Nyx out of his troubled mind for what could have been an infinite minute.

Save mother, help her.

Nyx only nodded absentmindedly in response. Drautos had to harshly haul him up by the shoulders for good measure. “I’ll order for a medic—“

“Captain, there’s no need—I can…”

My life is nothing. The pair of kukris in his hands suddenly felt heavier. Nyx knew he was never meant to be a fighter, but the war and his circumstances forged a warrior tempered by grief and anger out of him, his memories merely fuel to the fire that raged at the very core of what’s left of his soul.

Drautos asked him again, “Are you sure you can still fight?”

A small hope, a fighting chance to give a future to the people. King Regis’s voice resounded again, beating some sense into his head. He thought he had understood it, but as he stood in this wasteland ravaged by war, he realized that the answer had been there all along.

He was that small glimmer of hope. He was that fighting chance. And so were the rest of his comrades.

“I still have strength in my body, sir,” Nyx answered and he pulled his mouth into a smile, one that buried all the remaining doubts and fears that gripped every bone and muscle of his being. Nyx may never outrun his demons, but he sure as hell can’t let them get the best of him and win. Not now, not ever.

He clenched his fists on his weapons as he warped out of Drautos’s sight, rejoining the fray.

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If You’re Lucky-Part 4

Ayyyyyyeeeeeee you’re still reading this? lol

So this chapter is a little longer than the others simply because I couldn’t find a good place to stop it without cutting the events in half, making it two chapters and I really didn’t want to do that.

Also I got a bad cut on my palm so I apologize right now for the slowness of the next few updates.

Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

Chapter 4: Life, Unpredictable

Song rec: none, again. Wow I’m terrible with this now lol.

Word count: 1,789(nice) words

Warnings: Mock-swearing (ex: frickin, shoot, dang), irresponsible parent figure/slacking parent figure, PLATONIC CONSENT BECAUSE THAT ISH NEEDS TO BE NORMALIZED!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Okay. I think it’s time I showed you how to do a proper bun.” Evie said when she saw him bringing Veronica in with her hair pulled up in another messy ponytail.

“Yeah... I’m not so good with hair. When mine got long as a kid I just shaved it.” He chuckled.

“Please don’t do that to Veronica.” Evie joked before bending down to the little girl’s level. “Can I fix your hair honey?” She asked.

“Yes Miss Holly.” Veronica nodded.

“Alright. I’m going to go get a brush.” She said before walking through the studio to her office. She was back a minute later and had pulled the scrunchy from the red-head’s hair. She brushed out the silky tresses and hummed as she pulled her hair back up into a neater ponytail. She twisted the length of it and then wrapped it around the base of the ponytail before taking the bobby pins out of her own hair to secure the bun in place while her own dark locks tumbled down to to rest against her back.

“There we go. A proper ballerina bun.” She smiled, tucking her recently loosed hair behind her ear as Veronica turned back around to beam up at her.

“Thanks Miss Holly.” She hugged her quickly before going into the changing room to switch into her ballet shoes.

“Sorry about the bun.” Stiles frowned.

“Oh it’s fine. If you want I’d be happy to teach-” She stopped when she spotted something over his shoulder. Her sweet smile melted into an annoyed frown. “You’ve got to be fu-reaking kidding me.” She growled, catching her curse when she heard the laughter of little kids.

“What’s wrong?” Stiles asked, watching as she pulled off her pointe shoes. He turned when she stormed passed him and out the door.

“Oh lord. Here we go.” Someone muttered.

“What’s wrong?” Stiles asked again.

“Her baby daddy is trying to drop their son off on her. Again.” A soccer mom said dryly. “This is my fourth kid to go into her ballet class. Four years and he does this at least once every two months.” She explained and everyone watched as Evie opened the back door to a rusted old Honda. A young boy with black hair climbed out and she hugged him before pointing towards the studio. He grabbed a backpack from the back seat and walked inside, moving passed the group of adults with his head down, trying to ward off stares.

He walked through the studio and into Evie’s office in the back.

Evie meanwhile was trying hard to keep her voice level so no one inside could hear the venom she was spitting at her ex.

“All I ask is that you be a fucking father, and you can’t do it!” She hissed.

“Look, I’ve got a life too you know.”

“This isn’t my personal life you’re affecting. I’m working right now.” She snapped. “You can rearrange your plans, I can’t just change my entire work schedule! You can’t keep doing this to me Mike!”

“Well it’s too late to change my plans today.” Mike snapped as he put his car in gear and pulled out of the parking spot.

Evie glared after him for a minute before huffing out a breath and turning to walk back inside. She watched all of the parents turn and scatter to random parts of the room. All but Stiles who was still watching her in concern. She sighed and walked back through the door.

“Hey are you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah.... Just a difficult ex who doesn’t want to be an adult.” She grumbled.

“I’m sorry, if you want to talk-”

“I have to start the class.” She interrupted him quickly. He opened his mouth to protest but closed it again and nodded. She gave him a grateful nod in return before walking into her office and sitting down at her desk to re-lace her pointe shoes around her feet.

“Hey mom....?”

“Yes Andy?” She prompted when he didn’t continue.

“It’s Friday. Do you think maybe I could just help you teach ballet to the kids today and do homework tomorrow?” He asked.

“As long as you do it at some point and don’t leave it to the last minute you know I don’t mind when you do it.” She smiled. “And these kids are only about a year younger than you mister.” She reminded him.

“I know. But they’re still younger than me.” He pointed out.

“You got me there. Your ballet stuff is in your locker, you can change in here.” She smiled as she got back to her feet and ruffled his hair. “I’ll see you out there for stretches in five minutes?”

“Yeah!” He launched himself out of his chair and ran towards the changing room. She snorted and shook her head at her hyper-active child as she got up and walked out to the studio, watching as the little kids began to trickle out and line up along the barre that ran along the back of the room.

Within five minutes all the kids were at the barre ready for her to tell them that they could spread out and start stretching. She was about to give them the go ahead when Andy threw open the door to her office while still tucking his t-shirt into his sweats with one hand.

“Ah, there you are. Class, this is my son Andrew. He’s going to be assisting me today. If you’ve got any questions about the things we’re working on today just raise your hand and either Andrew or myself will come help you out, okay?” She asked.

“Yes Miss Holly.” The kids chorused.

“Alright. Let’s begin stretching. Who’d like to lead today?” She asked and a dozen hands shot in the air. “Jake, you led last week.” She smiled as he reluctantly lowered his hand. “How about.... Veronica. Aaaand...... Michelle.” She decided. Both girls beamed as they raced up to stand in front of the mirrors next to Evie and Andy while the rest of the kids spread out around the room.

“Whenever you’re ready girls. We’ll do whichever stretches you say.” Evie smiled and watched the two girls whisper about how they were going to decide what stretches to do first. After a moment of talking they both shook hands and turned back to everyone else.

“Ham stretch.” Veronica called out as she lifted her foot up behind her to touch her backside. The whole class followed suit and Evie copied the two girls.

“One, two, three, four, five, six...” Michelle counted. Evie grinned at the planning. She knew that Michelle loved to talk but Veronica loved to lead. The way they had it planned would work perfect for both. Michelle would count each stretch’s thirty second time limit and Veronica would decide which stretch came next.

“Switch!” Veronica commanded and everyone shuffled to their opposite foot. Michelle started counting again.

“Toe touch!” The small red-head called out next and everyone put their feet together to try and touch their toes. Evie and Andy both managed to press their fingertips to the floor and everyone held for thirty seconds.

“Criss-cross left!” Left legs crossed over rights and everyone bent back down.

“Criss-cross right!” They all switched and repeated.

“Beauty Queens!” Veronica decided next and everybody plopped down on the floor. Evie stretched out one leg, bent her other with her foot crossed over her extended leg and twisted her torso towards the side of her bent leg.

“Switch.” Evie smiled at how giddy Veronica looked to have everyone following everything she said.

“Front splits!” She decided next and everyone shifted around. Evie was going to sit this stretch out until Andy spoke up.

“Mom, c’mon, she said splits.” He tapped her shoulder and she sighed before standing with everyone else. While all the kids slid down as they could she let her legs slide until she made contact with the floor.

“Whoa....” She heard Michelle mumble.

“Where’s the count?” She reminded gently.

“Right! One, two, three...” She trailed off when Evie bent down over her forward leg.

“Four, five, six, seven.” Evie prompted and Michelle continued counting again. She turned her head and looked at her son who was nearly to the floor himself. “This is why I normal refrain in the young classes.” She whispered.

“Sorry.” His mischievous grin said he wasn’t sorry at all.

“You’re many things Andrew, for example you’re a big fat liar, but you’re definitely not sorry.” She teased. He stuck his tongue out at her.

“Bye, see you next week.” Evie waved to the kids.

“Bye, nice to meet you.” Andy was waving at the front door, holding it for everyone who was leaving.

Stiles wanted to meet him, and Veronica was still changing her shoes and collecting her things, so he walked over to Evie and asked.

“Can I meet your son?”

“Of course.” She smiled. “Andy, come here honey.” She waved to him and he walked from the front door over to his mother.

“What’s up mom?” He asked.

“The roof, thank god.” She teased.

“You’re such a dork.” Andy groaned.

“I thought it was dads that made the terrible jokes?” Stiles taunted. She flipped him off with her ring finger because there were still kids around and he laughed at the gesture.

“Anyways, Andy. This is a-...... Friend of mine,” She decided after a second of thought, “Stiles. Stiles, this is my son Andrew.” She introduced and Andy finally turned to face Stiles. He had his mother’s coffee black hair and her pale skin. He had a couple freckles across his face, and he had her button like nose. His eyes were a light amber brown and they looked weirdly familiar to Stiles.

“Nice to meet you mister.” Andy greeted, sticking his hand out for a handshake. Stiles took his hand and shook it with a smile.

“Nice to meet you too, you can call me Stiles.” He promised.

“Daddy, can we get ice cream before we go to mommy’s?” Veronica asked as she finally came out of the changing room.

“Sure thing, sweetie. Say goodbye to Miss Holly and Andrew.”

“Goodbye Miss Holly, goodbye Andy.” She smiled, waving at both of them as she took her dad’s hand.

“Bye honey.” Evie smiled while she and Andy waved back at her. Evie watched them get into their car and pull away.

“So he’s a friend?” Andy asked knowingly.

“Go change into your street clothes, you’re helping me clean up.” She said to distract him. He immediately started complaining and she rolled her eyes at him with a good natured smile before putting a hand between his shoulder blades to guide him to the changing room.

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