#extra double triple pinky promise that i will do all the asks

[mousydentist]

sorta no tutoring v2

HI. i told you i’d do all of these (and this goes to the other people, i PROMISE i’ll get to all of these after my ass is done being kicked by the end of this semester)

so! no tutoring (sorta)

the whole idea: au where porsche and chay get moved in early, the only time they’ve [kimchay] met so far is the one time at the studio so chay doesnt necessarily think kim is spying. he just said he didnt know all the happenings of the family so he didnt know porsche was working for them

so thats from chay’s pov, he doesnt know that kim was spying on him. and then from kim’s side, porsche and chay move in super early, which honestly makes kim even more sus, and now there’s no reason chay would discover hes lying so he just spies on him for like, a looonnnggg time, and maybe he even stops spying but they’re still together, and the only way chay finds out is cause he finds kims murder board and sees himself on it

Chay rolls around Kim’s enormous bed and stretches sleepily. It’s probably almost noon, given the sun beaming daggers into his eyes, which means Kim’s long since left (and is therefore not at risk of being crushed). He yawns and rubs his eyes until they can blink open, then gracelessly flops out of bed. He brushes his teeth (a habit Kim had forced into him) and heads out to the kitchen to see what he can scrounge up for breakfast. Kim’s kitchen goes through waves of being well stocked, when he has enough time to cook, and completely barren, when he doesn’t even come home let alone make himself food. Today is in the intermittent period where he has food but it’s on the verge of going bad. First and foremost, Chay makes himself a cup of coffee in the fancy machine he’d spent a month trying to figure out how to use. He randomly presses one of the buttons that sounds like something tasty and waits for it to brew while he throws a piece of bread in the toaster. Coffee and buttered toast is a well rounded diet, right? He strolls around Kim’s apartment while he nibbles on the toast. He’s been here at least once a week for the last few months, but he’s rarely here without Kim. He knows how much it means that Kim trusts him enough to be here alone, so he’s done his best to avoid snooping. And for the most part, he doesn’t (he’s very proud of himself for that). But today he is feeling a little nosy, because every time he comes here he stares at the giant portrait of Kim on the wall, which… it clearly moves. Like, it’s definitely on a track and can move side-to-side. He hasn’t brought it up to Kim but at this point, he’s confident he knows that behind it is some complicated mafia map. Something he probably won’t understand, and therefore wouldn’t hurt anyone for him to see… Sure enough, when he pushes the side of it gently, it moves. Kinn, Korn, Vegas, a bunch of random, mean-looking people, and… Him. And his brother. And his parents? Chay drops his toast on the ground. It feels dramatic to do so, after all Kim has his own brothers on this board, but his mom? Chay’s hardly ever talked to Kim about his parents, and he’s only ever had the chance to see a picture of his mom when he noticed Chay’s family photo in his room. Or, Chay thought that was the only chance. Looking again, there’s a red string going from his mom’s picture… to Korn. This is too much. Chay breathes in heavily but it gets trapped in his lungs on the exhale. The open house concert. Kim calling him after. There’s no way. Chay had told himself that meeting Kim was all his shitty luck balancing itself out. But this… this wasn’t luck.

(send me a prompt!)

[your-world-with-nct]

— requested, also i’m back after exams 🥳

💌 • 10:09am

“ooh, ooh, that’s it, sweetheart, and you kick four times… and then you twist your feet inwards twice, and, wow! you’re such a fast learner, mei, clearly you take after me,” husband!ten grinned at his daughter’s determined expression as she tried to memorise the moves of his new song for a tiktok challenge, her furrowed eyebrows and her little kicks had his heart soaring, “alright, do you wanna film it now, baby?”

she nodded eagerly, rolling up the sleeves of her pyjamas that she had yet to change out of, catching her father’s eye and eliciting a light chuckle from him as mei stuck her tongue out in concentration whilst going over the simplified moves she had just learned.

“babe, what are you doing? i thought i told you to double check your stuff, y’know, like your passport, your boarding pass? important stuff?” you poked your head through the doorway of your shared bedroom, rolling your eyes at your husband’s lack of organisation.

“what do you mean? teaching mei the kick back choreo is way more important than all that, and it’s not like i haven’t already double, triple, even, quadruple checked my bags and my passport last night. as long as i have the picture of you two in the back of my phone, i’m good to go,” ten grinned, pulling you into his arms to try and dissipate your annoyance, as you sighed at the fact that his tactic actually worked, “do you want to show mama how good you are at dancing, angel?”

with his prompt, she gave another nod, “papa only taught me a little bit,” mei exaggerated by pinching her chubby fingers together, “but he said i’m really good so i’ll show you!”

her excitement was contagious and you could feel the corners of your lips subconsciously turning up as ten’s arms snaked around you to envelop you in a tight embrace, your daughter waddling over to ten’s charging phone to play the music.

you felt yourself singing along to the chorus and you heard ten cheering and squealing at mei’s every move, temporarily forgetting that the rest of your husband’s group members, along with their manager, would be arriving in a matter of minutes to drive them to the airport, and simply basking in the pure happiness you felt in the moment.

as soon as mei finished performing the short section she knew, you both applauded her, ten scurrying over to her to scoop the four year old in his arms and dragging you over with his free arm to dance to the remainder of the song with the people he cherished most in the world.

as much as he loved his career and the life that came with it, ten despised the fact that his work schedules conflicted with his beloved family time, and the few moments he did get to spend with you and mei, were either filmed or cut short due to, well, more work.

which is exactly why he treasured moments like these—being away from the spotlight, where he was only ever blinded by yours and your daughter’s smile, rather than flashing cameras and stage lights; being off stage, where his heart only raced when he was around you, rather than after exhausting performances; being himself, where he was only ever met with loving gazes of adoration, rather than the judging eyes of the public.

“what are you thinking about?” your inquisitive question quickly snapped him out of his reverie, holding mei’s tiny fists in your hands and carelessly dancing to the song’s bridge as you wondered what had ten in such deep thought.

“nothing really, i’m just— i’m so grateful to have you two in my life,” your lover blushed, burying his reddening face into mei’s shoulder as she playfully poked her doting dad’s cheek, “i mean it’s not like i just realised, i just… remembered, i guess, and, i love you both so much, i’m gonna miss my two babies when i’m gone!!”

you huddled closer to ten and mei at his sweet words, snaking your arms around him, whilst the precious girl in between you gave her dad a kiss on the cheek, causing ten to lean over to you, tapping his other cheek as if asking for one from you too.

rolling your eyes again at his cheesy gesture, you placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, “i’m gonna miss you too, baby, don’t forget to call us every night, this little one won’t be able to get any sleep without hearing a nighttime lullaby, won’t you, mei?”

“you have to sing me to sleep on facetime, papa!!! promise you won’t forget?” unfortunately for ten, mei had inherited your irresistible puppy dog eyes and pout, which worked very much in her favour right now as he nodded and interlocked his pinky with hers, to confirm their deal.

“don’t worry, baby, i could never forget, especially when it comes to my favourite girls,”ten kissed both of you alternately on the forehead, giving you an extra kiss on the lips when he saw your bottom lip jut out.

he chuckled at the simple exchange of affection; although he was upset that he wouldn’t be able to do any of that for the next three weeks, he was no longer fazed by the distance he’d have to deal with for the next three weeks, because all the distance in the world couldn’t interfere with the overwhelming love he had for you and mei.

[ohmyhera]

First time meeting

It was the second day back at school. Nico wishes he could have been there for the first but his flight back from italy had been delayed and there was no way he could make it. Not to mention that he’d had a bit too much complimentary champagne on the way here, afternoon drinking, he scoffed. He thought he got it all out of his system in his college days. But, his college days were far behind him. College Nico wouldn’t be caught dead in anything that wasn’t black,red or littered with skulls and crossbones. He looked down at the faded black and white baseball tee he was wearing that said draw. paint. Create. on it and frowned, at least he kept some of his old aesthetic. He was happy with his clothes and even happier where he was, even if he’s breathed in enough paint fumes to border toxicity. He had his sister, he had his students, he had his very convenient complimentary parking sticker.

He also had his hour-long break to do whatever he wanted.

That sounds like heaven but it was put in place more out of necessity than their consideration for the brunet. He usually spent that time cleaning up the art stations and picking pencils and paint brushes off the floor. Not great for his back but in his four years teaching here he’s learned that slipping on said items is the greater of two evils. Today being the first day was a free draw day so there wasn’t much to do besides pick up pencils and papers. Once he righted his classroom his mind swirled with the endless possibilities. He could swing by the coffee shop around the corner, he could pop upstairs for a bit to bother Hazel, he could laminate name tags! The last idea made his heart soar. Coffee, then name tags he reasoned, then grabbed his wallet and dashed out the door.

-

It was the second day back at school and Will was already in full swing. He’d been so excited to get back to it that he’d been doing lesson plans since August. He’d flown back in from Texas just a few days ago, with a cleared mind and an amazing tan he was ready to get this started. Each little table had an assigned color with five little name tags around it. Today and tomorrow would be get to know you days, the real learning could start on monday.

“Alright guys!”He said holding up a hand, “who wants to be my special helper and pass out these papers?”

A chorus of little voices chanting ‘me! me!’ rang through the classroom and he laughed lifting another hand to silence them.

“Okay okay!”he giggled, and scanned the room. “I saw Fawna-did I say that right?”

The little girl nodded happily and he continued addressing the class, “I saw Fawna sitting patiently with a quiet hand so Fawna gets to help right now”

The class immediately erupted into an organized objection but he held up one finger and the room fell hushed. He had a three strike rule, if he had to raise three fingers and the class still wasn’t listening they wouldn’t sing a song that day.

“I pinky promise that all of you will get to be helpers this year. We’re gonna be together for ten months, that's a long time”He said with wide eyes, the students mimicked his shocked expression and nodded along.

“That’s longer than forever…”a student said in awe.

“It’s longer than two forevers”Will said, “Hold on Fawna, let me just count these papers”

He quickly ran the pile through..then again...then a third time and pulled a face. He knows math isn’t his strong suit, but he was way off.

“Was wrong Mr.Solace?”A student asked.

“It seems that I made a mistake,”He said.

“A mistake!”The students gasped, he pulled another face and they giggled amongst themselves.

“Alright you silly billies, you heard me! I’ve made a mistake!”He cried and placed a hand to his forehead. The class laughed harder and he finally broke character to laugh with them, maybe he should thank Apollo. Drama classes did come in handy.

“But being serious it’s okay to make mistakes, even adults make mistakes”He said, the same look of awe crossed a few students' faces. He hoped this wasn’t their first time hearing this, but the said truth is that it probably was.

“Is okay as long as you fix it, right?”Tommie asked.

“Correct!”Will exclaimed, “It’s okay to make mistakes as long as you fix them and learn from them”

Maybe it was a little early on in their lives for them to get the complete message but he would drive this point home before they reached kindergarten.

He crossed the room and opened the door to the conjoined classroom across from his. A few whispered words later and he was addressing the class again.

“So”He said, “Mr.Solace is gonna go fix his mistake and print more paper for you guys. Mrs.Mack is next door if you need anything, I won’t be long”

Will left the room and practically raced down the hallway to the copy room. Mrs.Mack was strong but his students were stronger. If he spends more than ten minutes they’ll have convinced her for an early snacktime and to watch the lion king. He looked through the window of the copy room and smiled victoriously, it was empty. Oh he’s gonna have copies for days.

Will left the copy room with triple the paper and double the satisfaction. He may have hooked his phone up to it for activity sheets and he may have made extras of said activity sheets. But whatever he did was his business and he was pleased. He looked up and for a second his brain short circuited. His feet stopped moving and the papers in his hands went tumbling carelessly to the ground. Before him there was a man he’d never seen before, was he a parent? Oh god Will hoped he wasn’t a parent. He had olive skin and black hair and the prettiest eyes Will had ever seen. And he was bending down, why was he bending down? Will’s brain immediately kicked back into gear and realization and shame flooded his being simultaneously. He was staring and this handsome man was cleaning up his mess. He immediately dropped to the ground and scuttled about trying to hide his face and be efficient.

“I-I’m sorry about the mess, you don’t have to worry I got ‘em-”

“Relax”The man said, his voice sounded like an aria, “it’s my free period anyways” Well that made Will feel even worse. He wanted to stress the matter but he bit his lip and continued to scoop up papers. His face was bright red with shame, burning from his neck to the tips of his ears.

“Hey”The man said softly, “It’s okay, really. I’m the art teacher, I’m used to picking up papers, it’s kind of my job”

“I’m Will, Will Solace. I teach the preschool class down the hall”He said and despite the rosiness in his cheeks felt a smile tug on the corner of his lips.

“Nico Di Angelo, it’s a pleasure”Nico said and handed Will the mini stack of papers in his hand.

“Likewise”Will said and graciously accepted them. Nico Di Angelo, god did his name have to sound like music too?”

Before Will could book it back down the hallway, that sonnet of a man began to speak.

“Will”He called out.

“Yes?”Will answered.

“I think I'm teaching your class in a period or two,”He said. Will nodded and as he walked back down the hallway he swears he saw a sparkle in those dark eyes.

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