#like. you've seen them interact twice right now guys

[servicpop]

✶ ﹑ㅤtutoring seshㅤ﹏

NOW STARRING : adrien x bottom m!reader

「ㅤNSFWㅤ」ㅤtutor sesh w/ your deliquent situationship but he can't focus on the studying, only you!

✙ warnings — parents are home , manhandling(?) , obsessive 'n a little pervy adrien , slight hair pulling , bodyworship(?) , Adrien is a little silly in this fic

notes ,, this was supposed to be short but I got carried away ^^;

Adrien had called you over to his house for a "tutoring session." For past few weeks, Adrien has been near-failing practically every single class except for gym class and whatnot. Realising he needed to improve his grades or he'll never graduate with you, he called you on one faithful evening to come over and help him study.

Obviously you complied; it was nice to see Adrien showing some sort of motivation to improve, so you changed into some casual clothes and began to walk to his house. You had prepared your laptop, pencil case, and textbooks, all ready to put in a few hours of tutoring. When you arrived at his front door, you grazed the back of your knuckles against the wood and knocked once or twice, expecting Adrien to show up with a proud smirk like he always did.

But it wasn't Adrien. When the door swung open, you saw his mother. You've only seen her once or twice but never up-close like this. The words caught in your throat as you clutched the straps of your bags, trying to find the words that never came. As if heaven answered your prayers, you saw Adrien jogging down the stairs and to the door, leaning on the door frame with his arm held above his head.

"You came," He grinned, taking the bag from your shoulders as he pulled you inside by your wrist. He helped you take off your shoes cinderella style and neatly placed them beside the doorway. He was awfully caring right now. Your hands felt crammy as you took a glance at Adrien's mother watching the two of you interact, a small blush dusted your ears while you quickly turned away. It must've looked like you were dating with the way she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Well, mom, we'll be in my room if you'd excuse us," Adrien flashed a toothy smile at his mother before snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you to his side. As he walked you up the stairs, Adrien found an opportunity to tease you, "You nervous meeting my mom?" He asked, squeezing your sides playfully. You shoot him an unamused gaze and he lets out a hearty chuckle from that. Adrien's hand wrapped around his gold doorknob, twisting it before he halted for a second. "Uh, wait here for a second, I gotta clean up my room," he didn't even wait for a response before slipping into his bedroom and closing the door behind him.

"Shit," Adrien muttered under his breath as he quickly shoved the polaroids and photos of you from his desk and into his drawer. He couldn't let you see how god damn obsessed he was about you. He couldn't let you see the photos of yourself stained with a white sheen, no, he wouldn't want to scare you off.

Adrien finally emerged from his room, pushing the door wide open for you to come in with a smile. You didn't question it. As you walked in, you were instantly hit with the scent of his cologne and natural musk. It wasn't a strong enough scent to burn your nose but it would still take you awhile to get used to it. Besides the scent, Adrien's bedroom was relatively clean for a guy who was titled 'the school deliquent.' He had a few sports posters plastered on the walls and his shelf had a few trophies from his childhood. You spotted the baseball bat leaned up against the wall alongside with the volleyball and basketball resting next to eachother. Adrien was sure athletic.

As you two sat down beside your desk, you pulled out all the equipment needed for studying and turned to Adrien, "What do you wanna study?" You asked him and got a small shrug in response. Well, why not start with biology since you conveniently happen to have a textbook that covered the subject.

Around 30 minutes pasted and you were diligently teaching him about human anatomy, glancing over to see him nodding once or twice. You thought it was going well but Adrien on the other hand... He was too focused on the way your hands glided against the pages, tapping the pen against the paper rhythmically, and how your eyes fluttered to him ever so often. Shit, he was horny as hell right now. Just the thought of those hands intertwining with his as he fucks the intelligence out of you is enough to get his blood pumping to the wrong places.

"Adrien? Are you listening?" Your voice snaps him out of his twisted fantasies and he leaned in closer to you, his voice dropping down to a whisper, "You know, I'm a hands-on, visual learner..." That shit-eating grin spread across his face as Adrien pat his lap enticingly, trying to draw your attention to the print in his sweatpants. But knowing you, you wouldn't give in so easily — you were called here to tutor him, not anything else.

"Just answer one more question and I'll—" Before you could even finish your sentence, Adrien's arms wrapped around your waist and he hoisted you up from the chair, practically slinging you over his shoulder. His forearms flexed around you, making sure you didn't fall before placing you on his bed, the mattress dipped from the sudden weight. "Try to be quiet 'kay? My parents are home," He nipped at the shell of your ear before hastily undoing your belt and sliding your pants off. Did he care that his parents could come in at any moment? No, but it was much more exciting to see you try and keep quiet.

"Can we kiss?" Adrien's voice was almost whiny, his eyelashes batted at you innocently — even though he was far from innocent. Nonetheless, you didn't respond, you've set certain boundaries that prevented you and him from getting attached (even though you may or may not have broken it a couple of times). "No," it was a simple, sharp answer that Adrien grumbled at. He understood where you were coming from, he was a bad influence and you were this goody-two-shoes. But he couldn't deny the part of him that wanted something more than just meaningless flings. He huffed, murmuring a small, "How can I study the muscles of a tongue then?"

Scooping you up back into his arms, Adrien ignored your small protests and shifted your position so that your stomach would lay flat against his bed. His hands met the back of yours, pinning you down as he slotted each of his fingers in the spaces between yours. "What happened to studying, Adrien?" Your scolds were muffled by Adrien's pillow and seemed to fall short of his ears. As he held you down, he grinded his hips against your ass, groaning softly from the pure excitement he felt. It had been a few months since he was about to get his hands on you, your pictures just wasn't as good as the real thing.

"Calvin klein hm?" Adrien chuckled softly, trailing his hands from the back of your palm, to your shoulders, down your spine, and to the waistband of your boxers, "Next time don't wear anything." His fingers hooked the elastic before pulling it down and off your legs. You couldn't see what he was doing from your position, and every touch made your skin jump, he was so unpredictable. His fingers traced the curve of your ass before spreading them apart to see your hole. "This is the anus right?" He asked, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"—Yes," you hesitated to answer him, he was obviously playing games with you, but there was no harm in humoring him. You heard the faint rustling of clothes before you felt something prod at your entrance. You sucked in through your teeth, was he seriously going to do this with no lube? "Sorry, don't got any on me right now." It was like he read your mind and instead dipped his head down to lick a stripe over your hole. It tickled, and your body naturally jerked away from it before he grabbed your hips and held them down one more. Weirdo.

He shuffled behind you, placing two knees on either side of your legs and his fingers angled your hips a little bit up. The slight burn of Adrien pushing into you made your fingers curl around his pillow, gripping it like your life depended on it. He slowly pushed in, filling you up until his hips met your ass. Even if your skin was flushed against his, Adrien pushed impossibly deeper inside of you until he could feel his tip press against your prostate. His hands tightened around your waist, stopping you from squirming and forcing you to take it.

"Is this your prostate?" He asked, his voice slightly trembled from the pleasure that coursed his veins, he was trying so hard to control himself. This time you ignore him, you know well that he knew. From the lack of a response, Adrien let out a breathy laugh before he finally decided to move, pulling out almost all the way before slamming into you. Your eyes flew open and your knuckles grew pale from how hard you were holding onto his pillow, your whines were muffled quite well, thankfully.

Adrien groaned ruggedly as he pounded you into his bed, the headboard knocked on his wall with every thrust. "You're being so quiet," He chuckled, reaching a hand out to ruffle your hair affectionate before moving to grab your hand. You couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic enough with the way he kept slamming into you like it was a punishment. Everytime he pulled out, he cooed at the way your hole would suck him back in like it missed him. "Fuck, I just can't with you," He let out a shaky breath as he rolled his hips against you, pushing further and further, trying to reach places he couldn't before.

He was reaching so deep that tears began to blur your vision, everything felt so overwhelming but numb at the same time. He leaned down to press kisses on your knuckles as he held your hand tightly under his own. His hips were relentless, slapping against yours, you were sure he'd leave your bruised and sore tomorrow. It was like he completely forgot they weren't alone in his house. In fact, Adrien's fingers moved from your hand to your hair, threading them through each strand and grabbing a handful, tugging it gently so your head would lift from the pillow.

"Kiss?" He asked once more, his lips already ghosting over yours. At this point you didn't care, all you could feel was how Adrien was throbbing inside you and how your dick rubbed against his white sheets with every thrust. "Fine," you exhale and he took the opportunity almost immediately, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss as he pulled your hair back for more access. His tongue pushed past your lips, exploring your mouth while simultaneously keeping your moans contained.

The dim lighting, the way your eyes fluttered and threatened to roll back, his dick pulsing inside you, it was all too much for his perverted brain. "Gonna cum," he muttered against your lips, biting on your bottom lip. He his hands return to your hips and his head falls over your shoulder. You could feel your own orgasm building up as your body started to squirm, you cock growing sensitive from the constant rubbing against Adrien's sheets. Adrien paused his thrusting just to pull out completely and shove himself back in, causing a loud whine rip from your throat and you body jolting.

Your cum splattered across the bed as Adrien smiled against your shoulder, keeping you from squirming as he came inside you, filling you with his semen. With a few more wet thrusts, Adrien finally stilled, watching as his own cum bubbled around his dick as he nestled deep inside you. "We should do this again, hm? Next time we can study our chemistry," his arms snaked up your body to wrap them around your shoulders, capturing you in a bear hug as he looked up at you with a goofy smile.

"What's with you and being so corny?" You groan, pushing his face away from you.

a/n: i luv adrien sosososo much ... wish he real ,, also not sure if he was a bit ooc here ,, a bit sillier than usual but I hope you guys like it ♡

[lukolabrainrot]

Calm theory anon here.. I've been busy with life but I checked in and I want to share some thoughts I have been having. Pictures are just a moment in time. I can look at a picture and think wow this couple really looks happy and you can look at a picture and say 0h wow there is sadness in their eyes I wonder what happened. People interpret differently and that's the beauty of everybody having their own mind. So you've seen a lot of photos, right with Nicola and Luke this summer. And we've seen twice now where people have misinterpreted situations. One pate gate people assumed that Luke didn't mind the photos, and that was due to the pictures we got. Later on someone put the photos together and a different story was told. Another circumstance the Nicola and JD picture we didn't get the photos in order and what happened assumed that she was just hugging him. As More pictures dropped we seen that they were actually taking a photo together. That's two times now that we've misinterpreted a photo. And that's fine because we all say this is theory. No one knows what actively going on. Not any of these big creators on Tumblr not any of these big creators on TikTok not any of these big creators on Instagram not any of these creators on Twitter. Not one of these people actively know Luke or Nic. All they're doing is taking a set of photos and likes and assuming situations. But as we've already established, there is something called misinterpretation. so anything you see or read can be a product of misinterpretation. Guys feelings and love aren't easy things to understand. Think about the last time you were in love. I was so confused and the feelings were scary. It was the best and hardest thing I ever dealt with. But imagine someone from the outside that doesn't know you trying to understand your feelings for each other. That's just impossible. Luke and Nic are people. They are dealing with feelings most of us have never dealt with seeing as I believe they are soul mates. I truly feel they will find their way.

💯

Ok I am going to say a few things, and I know my comments are going to blow up probably, but I need to get this off my chest:

Me, and NONE of the other creators on SM, actually know L and N, or any of the people in their lives. We are all coming to our own interpretation based on PUBLICLY AVAILABLE INFORMATION. None of us have some special inside scoop into L or N's life, and no one should take our word as gospel! I share my opinions on what I am seeing, but I can't definitively say what is going on BTS, or predict the future. I think because we have a lot more questions than answers, we just want to know what is going on BTS. But we are never going to know that full story, and we have to be okay with that. We need to just let them cook, and see what happens.

I have mentioned this multiple times, but my background is in psychology and studying human behavior. I have also mentioned how ~70%-90% of human communication is non verbal. And L/N's non verbal cues speak VOLUMES and is the reason a lot of us are still here. I've talked about this a LOT on here, so feel free to scroll through my page and see my thoughts.

But it was all PR, right?? It wasn't. IMPOSSIBLE. The end.

I try to look at the FULL picture of ALL the publicly available information I have before coming to my interpretation. Yes, I have had a few little freak out moments, but I try not to fixate on a single moment in time, or a single post or interaction on SM. I try to look at everything in context of the bigger picture. And if you look at the larger picture, a lot of the information is pointing to L/N being a lot closer to getting together and going public at some point in the near future. This is my opinion though of course, and it is alright if some of you don't share my opinion.

I think a major reason I decided to start this blog is because I was having a lot of thoughts that I wanted to share around L/N and try and put a psychological lens on what might be going on BTS and what we saw during the PR tour. Another reason I started the blog though is because I have NEVER seen a connection like L/N, or seen people respond so positively to two people just interacting with each other. I am a VERY jaded person, and do not think super highly of the human species. I also have never believed in soulmates, but L/N are the closest example I have ever seen in my life. Yes I don't know them. And yes, I KNOW it sounds sappy. Trust me. I NEVER thought I would end up here today shipping two celebrities I have never met. But watching the way these two publicly interact almost felt like I had run into a unicorn or fairy in the wild. And by THAT I mean this. It is SO rare to see two people publicly show their affection and love for each other the way L/N do. Humans aren't great at it. Period. So I think we fell in love with the way they love each other (at least I know I did) because it is so rare to see, and makes us a little more hopeful. And that, and ALL the other publicly available information I have seen, is why I am firmly sat. I want to see how this movie ends, because I feel like when the PR tour ended, the movie stopped partway.

Lastly, if you do not ship Lukola, MY BLOG IS NOT FOR YOU. Also, if you find yourself spiraling over every new piece of information, this shipping space is probably not the healthiest thing for you. I feel like ultimately, shipping should be fun and not taken too seriously since we're just fans and we don't actually know these people. If you find that you are getting really stressed and not having a lot of fun anymore, it is definitely valid to take a step back. And it is fine if you have a different opinion than me or someone in the comments, BUT PLEASE BE RESPECTFUL. I am going to start blocking more people who are trolling in the comments. Ya ain't slick, people can see you 👀

[satosugusandwich]

𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝔐𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔢 𝔜𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢 𝔐𝔢𝔞𝔫…

True Form!Sukuna x Fem!Afab!Reader (This is an AU!!! Sukuna is not a homicidal maniac cannibalistic murderer! I think he’s sexy and my morals say no dick from crazy murderer BUT dick from crazy 😍)

CW: violence in this chapter, threats, bloodiness, implied sexual violence and objectification

Description: You've been friends with Yuji Itadori for some time now and have seen the best, the worst, and the strange in all your years of knowing him. You've never thought he was one to have any crazy secrets and well... you were wrong. And now the demon bound to Yuji is bound to you too! How fun! Good thing that you aren't stupid and won't fall for a being that by no means should you have ever interacted with! Right? Right...?

*despite this being an aged up version of yuji, there will be no sexual stuff involving him, also the violence is only in the first chapter with a few mentions after that!!! Cross posted on Ao3 under Spicycrunchroll! THERE WILL BE LOTS OF SMUT LATER ON!*

Chapter 1: Never Again.

Poor you, stuck with a gay best friend and his gay boyfriend and exclusively terrible, gross men. The struggle of getting a good man was hard enough, let alone getting some good dick. Even gay men will tell you how bad some dudes are. Its one thing to finish in 2 minutes and cry after, at least there's sympathy, but a whole other thing to just be kicked out of the guy's house immediately and left wearing d r y panties with cum on your shorts. Yeah, never hooking up again, you tell yourself each time. Now, you found yourself wiping the oil off your face with a clammy hand while dialing Yuji's number, having just been booted out this guys house in the middle of the night. It rang only about twice before he picked up.

"Please don't tell me something bad happened." He said on the other line.

You sighed, walking to the end of your date's driveway and sitting on the ground. "Worse than usual. Can you pick me up? I'll send you the address." Your head hung low and your eyes felt heavy, wanting to cry but not having the energy to do so. At this point, you're never fucking anyone again. Let alone agreeing to suck them off before you get off. "I should've known that all his talk were lies."

You could hear him breathe in. "Yeah, I'm coming. Wanna stay over?" He asked jubilantly, as if to raise your spirits.

You smiled softly. "Could you stay at my place instead?"

"Hell yeah!"

You said your goodbyes and opened your phone, aimlessly scrolling on social media while looking for something to distract you from the disappointment of being used up and left to the corner, dehumanized again by a shitty man with a big ego. God, it made you sick. It wouldn't take long for Yuji to get to you, but it wasn't fun waiting either. Each minute ticked on by as if an hour had passed and all you wanted to do was throw away your shorts and shower off the stench of vape juice and alcohol. You didn't want to get in his car and start sobbing about how you wished you never did what you did, not because Yuji wouldn't listen, but because of your own embarrassment. Itadori has always been kind and much more level-headed (at least with this, he's usually just as stupid as you) so its extra embarrassing to have to tell him you sucked off a guy who didn't even get you wet. At least he was clean, you tell yourself, deleting Tinder from your phone for the last time. Never again will you take subpar dick from grown men who act like children! No, from now on, your body only allows worthy men, men that would worship you like you'd worship them!

After sulking for another five minutes, the engine of a car in the distance rumbled in your ear. Straightening your back, your head turned in the direction of where it’s approaching. It’s approaching way too fast for a regular suburban neighborhood. Rising to your feet to take a step back, it already turned down the street you happened to be on and you could hear sirens go off in your head, especially as you noticed that none of their lights were on and they definitely didn’t have tags. The van sped past you but they started to slow down before they reached the end of the street. You felt your heart rate surge when you realized they came to a complete stop. At that moment you realized that they were turning around.

Quickly, your legs brought you to the house you had just left and you banged on the door for a few seconds and screamed.

“Hey! Let me back in!!! It’s not safe!” The roar of the car started again and your intuition told you to run so that’s what you did.

Fuck, who knows who these mother fuckers are! Your mind is racing thinking about what they could potentially do if they caught you. Did they know you were here? Did they just happen to see you? Or… did the motherfucker inside of that house tell them you were here? Oh fuck… that’s why he kicked you out.

Tears started falling from your eyes as you ran through these people’s yards, you could see lights coming on in some houses, but it was no use because the car behind you stopped and three men came out the side door. You prayed that your human survival instincts would kick in and catapult you to go faster than you were, but they were bigger than you and right on your tail. Your legs ached and burned, practically sprinting and trying not to trip in the road. You didn’t dare look behind you, scared to slow yourself down, and scared of them. You kept on running and running until you reached the end of the road and saw headlights.

“Yuji!” You screamed, recognizing the shape and color of his car. With you out in the road, he stopped abruptly and you could see his body jerk with the impact. The men behind you cursed themselves but you felt hands on you faster than Yuji could process what was going on.

“Get her now! He’s coming behind us we’ll throw her in!” The man lifted you and you screamed again, but a hand swiftly covered your mouth. Yuji was out of the car and lunged at the guy holding you captive but was quickly stopped and apprehended by the other two.

“The kid has some fucking balls!” The biggest of the guys holding Yuji shouted, earning a strong blow to the chin. You thrashed against the man’s body as the large van from earlier came up right behind you.

Yuji looked at you as blood dripped from his nose. “Y/n! I got it, I promise!”

You held out hope and believed him even as you were thrown inside the van and the driver pulled away from the scene, leaving the two men with Yuji and you with a man wearing all black pressing you into the floor of the van. Tears spilled from your eyes, angered and terrified at the same time.

“Looks like we got a real good catch!” The driver harrumphed. “Bet she’ll go for a pretty penny.”

Your mind practically stopped when you heard those words. You were going to be sold, like an object, like a slave. The horror of it all made your body go numb and eyes go wide and then you closed them.

“Please.” You begged. “Please let me go.” Your voice was hoarse and you could taste your own tears as your mouth opened.

“No can do. We were told that you’d fetch a high price with your skills. Don’t worry, some girls get a good owner.” His voice was menacing and cold, but he spoke as though he actually fucking believed it. He didn’t even laugh at your pain like a monster would, he was just indifferent, emotionless.

“Please.” You begged again. “I can’t do it, please let me out!” This time your voice raised. “Help!” Your mouth was stuffed with cloth and your face was buried more into the floor as he bound your wrists.

The driver started to chastise the other man. “Why didn’t you gag her right away, the dumb bitch is louder than a dying cat!”

The other man cussed back. “Shut the fuck up, there isn’t nobody coming after us!”

The van stopped so fast you and the man were flung to the front of the car, colliding with the back of the front seats.

“What the fuck!” The man that was holding you down swore. His arms were now off you and the bindings he attempted were loose enough that you released your wrists and went for your gag. “No you don’t!” He reached for your clothes, yanking you back. Before you were held against your will again, the entire van split down the middle, from door to door. The back half of the van was flung off to the side before it became a cut up mess in the middle of the road.

Then you saw him. His hair was the same color as Yuji’s but was much less controlled. You could see what looked like four arms and a giant smiling mouth in the middle of his stomach. Every single person in the van went still and silent, staring at him. The creature looked inside and dead at you, bright red eyes gleaming in the moonlight. All four of them. Even the two on the side of his face that looked almost like a mask. He can’t be real. The tattoos all over his body were arranged in such a pattern that it was beautiful but something that scared you even more.

The creature spoke. “Now.” His gaze shifted from you to the man holding you. “I prefer it when I can get a good fight out of my opponents, but you lot are pathetic.” He looked disappointed. “Normal humans…”

No one spoke and he pouted. “Not a single retort? None of you pathetic excuses of flesh can say a word? You had a lot to say about selling the woman, can’t you entertain me? Or are your brains so simple you can’t think outside of making money off selling one of your own?”

Their own? Did he mean… humans?

The man behind you was shaking. And you could definitely feel his pants getting wet.

The creature before you sucked his teeth. “Boooring.” He narrowed his eyes. “And pathetic.” The vehicle was slashed once again, this time cutting into thirds, leaving you and the man holding you isolated in the middle while the other two thirds, including the driver collapsed around you. You heard squelches of flesh from the front and gasping. “You said she sounded like a dying cat, hm? Since you prefer the quiet so much, I thought I’d help you.” The creature chuckled.

The man holding you finally let you go, and he turned around to see the driver. You didn’t look. You knew what the creature did. Scurrying away, you realized headlights were approaching again and… it was Yuji!

“Ahhh, the brats already here. Well, I can’t kill you lot so how about I leave the piss-soaked one with a lesson.”

You didn’t know if you should thank the monster or run from him. You decided to run toward Yuji’s car.

Another crack resounded in your ears and then a gut-chortling scream resounded from behind you. “There we are. Something nice and fast. I hope they don’t find you until the morning.” You didn’t want to know what he did, you didn’t want to dare to turn around, all you cared about was the car door opening for you and Yuji’s comforting presence.

He looked so relieved to see you. “Y/n. I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner. Don’t worry about those guys. I got you now. Sukuna won’t kill them, he can’t, but they’ll never ever do anything like that again to anyone.” Those were the first words to meet your ears. You didn’t say anything, all you did was sob in the seat next to him as he drove off and away from the scene. You didn’t ask anything. You didn’t want to. All that mattered was getting the fuck away from this and home and into a clean bed.

You could care about this later.

“I would’ve killed them if it wasn’t for this contract.” Your heart jumped out of your chest as the monster’s voice resounded in the backseat. “Sorry you don’t get the pleasure of knowing they’re dead.”

[knightyoomyoui]

The 1% Of Chances | TWICE Jeongyeon x Male Reader Fanfic: CHAPTER 8

The next morning, you and Jeongyeon were sitting at each other's sides on the carpet in front of the TV.

The rest of the members, with Jihyo in the center, crossed her arms and legs as she pointed out her most intimidating and inspective stare out of everyone with her on the couch.

Surprised and puzzled by the sudden call-up for a short meeting, you and Jeongyeon were exchanging looks at the members as both waited for them to finally say what they had in mind to talk about.

"Why do you guys look at us like we did something wrong?" Jeongyeon asked her friends, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

Jihyo fixed her posture into a new one and pursed her head forward to deepen her glance at both of you.

"What happened yesterday?"

"Yesterday?" you asked. Their lips began to form a smirk, with Jihyo doing a slight nod.

Everything that occurred yesterday replayed in your mind until you reached that one particular moment that got you assured and garnered attention the most.

YN breathes out and tightens her lip. You looked at Jeongyeon, who gave back.

"Should we tell them?"

"Why?" Jeongyeon wondered. "Wait, they knew?"

"They've been on my side ever since I told them about my true feelings for you." You unraveled. "And these three, Nay, Ji, and Sana, mostly advise me on what I should do; that's why they know more about what's going on in me."

"We've heard every single worry that he had to keep within his chest," Nayeon said. "Good thing we sensed right that our manager here has something suspicious he brings whenever you're near him, Jeong."

"And what was it? You had any problems, YN?" Jeongyeon asked you, who slightly lowered your head in guilt.

"He can answer that, but before that, do it for us. We asked first." Jihyo paused. "What did we miss last night?"

You and Jeongyeon tilted your head at one another. Grabbing her free hand placed on her lap, you gripped it firmly and watched her face display happiness before you went back at the girls.

"I confessed to her. We talked about it, and now here we are." You showed to them your hands locked within Jeongyeon's grasp. "Jeongyeon's my girlfriend."

All eight girls cheered and popped at your announcement as you wiggled your hands, holding Jeongyeon, who giggled at your proud state.

"Really?!"

"I'm serious, guys."

"I told you, YN!" Jihyo playfully gestured at you with a slap. "You should trust us!"

"And I did," YN replied. "I even tried so hard it's embarassing how awkward it was to finally confess to her knowing everything I've told you guys still bothers me."

"But despite that, finally you did it and you secured that potential. Now look at what it got you; our words for you to follow were true and your love was true. It joined together to seek a positive result." Sana gave you a thumbs up and grinned.

"Wait, okay, there's so much going on that I just realized it all at once." Jeongyeon stopped everyone from celebrating. She focused on you with a concerning demeanor. "Please tell me, what were those struggles that you shared with them that I didn't know about, YN?"

You pressed your eyes and quickly smiled. "Well it's just this common crazy conflict everybody's having when you're falling in love called jealousy and dislike."

"And to who you were jealous at?"

"YoungK hyung."

Jeongyeon blinked fast and her eyebrows rose in astonishment. "Wait, him? So you've seen us-"

"Yeah. I am." You nodded. "Everything that I observe and thought whenever I see you two close, I've shared it to them."

The girls noticed that you were pointing your hands at them. Nayeon took the initiation to explain further.

"Well Jeong, as you see, manager YN oppa has been having a crush on you wayyy before you guys became close, you know this already don't you?"

"Yeah, he told me that yesterday."

"Okay, and oppa here always observes that you always get to interact with YoungK oppa. Then our oblivious YN here who was so clueless of your actual relationship with him, developed a feeling on jealousy inside of him each time where YoungK would approach you."

"And he told us many ways how he feels it and how he copes with it." Jihyo followed.

"They were right, Jeong." You approvingly labeled their short elaboration, but it's your turn to make things clear. "When they asked me that, I just say that I either stay quiet, pretend like nothing's happening on me but deep inside, whenever I see YoungK happily talks with you and you have this blush all over your cheek as you show how you really enjoy your conversation with him, it feels like my heart is being scrambled into a pool filled with nails."

Jeongyeon went closer at you and gripped your shoulders with ease, stroking your blades in a relaxing style.

"So you were really aware how I act around YoungK sunbae." Jeongyeon shyly said in guilt. "Okay, I admit that it warms my heart that I get to talk to one of the people I look up to but... you were wrong about us! We are just like brothers and sisters. Ever since we were in trainees, YoungK was already one of the idols in JYPE that I get to close with aside from Jihyo and Nayeon."

"I understand now, Jeongyeon and it was all fine for me." You said. "Even if I got jealous I just try to nevermind it, because I don't affect myself more of what you have with him. I know I didn't have the rights to feel like that because, I'm just a random guy and he's like you who has a big name in the industry. So I could just look at your state of happiness and I can already be put in relief and contentment that atleast... you are okay. You're the one I mostly care about, Jeong so don't worry about me."

Jeongyeon's face was flushed as her cheeks went beet red. She patted your shoulder before moving on to your hands to caress it with gentle. "Yet still, no. I have to say sorry because you earn it YN. It's normal to get hurt but it's not good to just contain it to yourself. That's why when I learned that the girls made you pour out everything of what your heart wants to shout, I became relieved that they helped you too to be okay, and I'm happy that you cooperated with them and think about yourself too."

She reaches for your morning hair and fixed it to make you look more attracting in her eyes. "I'm sorry again if I was completely unknown of what you truly feel for me, but I couldn't deny at all that I appreciated everything you've been doing for me. I may not be able to receive the signs you're trying to show me, but trust me when I tell you that it was getting effective. You did it, YN. You were amazing, to be honest... that you could make me fall for you in a short period of time with these kind and down to earth personality of yours." She stated as she pinched your cheek which made you smile.

"Apology accepted then. Let's not get too disturbed by those. What matters now is we finally got each other now.  I love you, Jeongyeon and I'll definitely do my best to show you that everyday."

"Love you too, YN."

You and her shared a kiss and hugged together only for a matter of time when the girls interrupted with their dramatic sulking at the sight in front of them.

"Alright, that's it. You two are now the ones in love. Fine, we get it!" Momo blurted as she threw her arms up before she left the couch and the girls went to join her.

"Tss, have some respect on the singles here!" Chaeyoung roared as Dahyun patted her in the back.

"It should've been me who gets the first kiss, not her! I thought I'm the only one, YN oppa? Hmph!" Sana pouted and flipped her hair.

"Eww love." Tzuyu shrugged and twitched her lips.

"Wait, hey! Come back here! Okay, we're sorry for taking the moment!" You tried to prevent them as Jeongyeon just chuckled at the girl's childish antics and your apologetic deed.

All of them stopped and Mina laughed at your frown. "We're just kidding oppa, chill."

"Now we got the confirm, I don't have anything more to say and also the others here than to express my congratulations to the both of you." Jihyo nodded and grinned.

"Congrats Jeongie and manager YN oppa!" They all cheered simulteanously.

Jeongyeon stood beside you and you hooked your arm around her waist as she laid her head on your shoulder, smiling softly at their touching greeting to your newfound relationship with the most special woman of your life.

Everyone prepared themselves to leave for today's work. Being the manager of these idols, you had to double-task as you assisted and guided them if they had some troubles regarding whatever they had in mind, while at the same time, you had to mind your own business too.

As you opened the door of the van, each of them entered until Nayeon and Jihyo stopped to confront you.

"Hey, oppa."

"What is it, girls?"

Nayeon's face turned serious. "You know that both of us were Jeongyeon's longtime friends for more than a decade now. We treated her already as our sister, and we've known every detail about her throughout our lives."

"Then you better understand that we know what Jeongyeon hates and what's her weakness. She's vulnerable, and you've seen that for yourself many times now. She could get easily affected by every painful thing that she might encounter, and please, YN, we're begging you as her friends and her family: Protect Jeongyeon. Make her happy all the time. Just... don't break her heart, or else we assure you that you have to hide elsewhere so that you could still witness the sun rise and fall."

Jihyo stared at you as she reached for your hand and curled it to your fist, placing it on your chest and patting it. "Promise me?"

You bobbed your head in affirmation. "I promise, Nayeon and Jihyo. I'll make sure that she'll feel safe and delighted with me. I just want to show her how I can turn myself into the best boyfriend or, hopefully, a husband that she can have out of everybody else in the world to be proud of."

"There you go. Now we're settled, oppa. We believe in you, and for sure Jeongyeon does too," Nayeon said with a smile.

"You are a wonderful man, oppa. We support you in your relationship with Jeongyeon."

Jihyo and Nayeon entered the van. You closed the door and smiled in motivation as you looked at the fist you used to swear in your oath that you would cherish Jeongyeon for all time and always.

At the JYPE Headquarters, the managers were also informed about the news. They were also highly supportive of you and Jeongyeon, but the girls even got reminded of things because of them.

They asked you if you have plans to inform JYP directly of this. With all due caution, that is what the staff and the members were thinking about for you and Jeongyeon once it gets revealed and the world finds out soon.

You and Jeongyeon talked at night while they were signing their albums for their upcoming comeback. As a result, you and she agreed to take the risk of finding out by learning JYP's reaction first. The desire of them to be free and be proud of their relationship has attached them to one favorable option.

Paying a visit inside JYP's office, you breathed out deeply before knocking on his door.

"Come in!" He shouted from the inside.

You opened and entered with Jeongyeon on your back. "Good evening, JYP Sunbaenim."

"Good evening, JYP oppa," Jeongyeon greeted.

"Oh? YN, Jeongyeon? Good evening too. Come on, have a seat." He directed you both to his guest seats in front of his desk. "May I know what brought you two here in my office?"

You glanced at Jeongyeon, who smiled at you in support. "Uhm, sir. We just want to tell you something regarding our status."

JYP closed down his notes and switched his intent, glaring at you and Jeongyeon. "Am I thinking what I'm thinking?"

"If this is what comes to mind, oppa, then yes. Me and YN would like to tell you that we just got into a mutual relationship."

JYP laid his back on his swivel chair and looked at the information. You saw Jeongyeon slightly shiver at the change in aura. You reached for her hand and caressed it.

"Seriously?"

You and Jeongyeon went silent.

"I was expecting a much more shocking or, you know, a deeper thing to talk about, but maybe this one's fine enough."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "May we know what your response would be to this, sir?"

"I'm happy for the both of you." JYP spread his arms, answering in a straightforward manner. You were left astounded, as well as Jeongyeon. "What? You think I didn't say that this time would come?"

"I've been receiving updates from Sadness that your closeness with Jeongyeon has developed real quick. It did reach to the point where it feels like something's going on between you two; that's why they were teasing you both, as she said."

"And what was your reaction to that, oppa?" Jeongyeon asked.

"I just chuckled." JYP shrugged. "Especially for YN here, well, your charm did work effectively to make your bias fall in love with you, don't you?" You blushed as JYP teased you.

"Jokes aside, I didn't mind me that much. I want my idols to be happy, and Jeongyeon, you know you and the girls had gotten very close with me where now I treat you girls as my daughters now, right?" Jeongyeon nodded.

JYP stood up and went to one of the picture frames on his shelf. It was a picture of the time when TWICE and him first had a hangout together in a Korean restaurant during their rookie days.

"I remember when you used to share with me your willingness to look for a guy who would feel the same as my wife when I told you my story about us," JYP said as he observed the frame. "My wife was so happy that she found a man that would provide her with the exact amount of love and attention that she seeks after years of battling with her inner self, attempting to destroy the hopes of the future she wants to achieve. That being said: love. You wanted to be in her shoes with someone who would hopefully admire you back someday, fill that missing piece in your heart and accept your highs and lows."

Jeongyeon recalled that moment with JYP as each of them wore a nostalgic smile on their faces. He placed the frame back on the shelf and focused on his guests.

"Eight years later had passed; finally, I got to still live on to see you luckily find what you have been looking for, Jeongyeon."

JYP placed his hand on top of Jeongyeon's head, who looked up at him with watery eyes. He looked at you fiercely.

"I approve your relationship in my company, YN, so you better treat my daughter well."

You became overwhelmed at JYP's decision to let you and Jeongyeon proceed with your relationship. Jeongyeon suddenly cried in the arms of the man she considered to be her second father and a mentor who tought her so many things that became essential also to her life and specially, her career in which she currently have.

"Thank you, PD-nim." Jeongyeon said as JYP comforted her.

"Thank you so much, sir. I will never gonna let you down on this."

"You better be." JYP said. "As for the media, what have you two decided? Should we release the information to them?"

"Yes. We would like to let the public know about us, sir."

"But I'm just giving a thoughtful warning to you two, this still has consequences once its done." JYP stated. "All of us know how harsh, misleading and very criticizing other media and the public can be. I want to be assured that both of you could withstand and endure some of the negative and sensitive comments they may throw at you two, but ofcourse as the CEO and the owner I'm still going to do an action about it to protect my employees."

"We are ready for it, oppa. We just want YN and I not to be too strict and restrictive with our actions as lovers outside." Jeongyeon made it clear.

"Very well then. Tomorrow, expect the social medias to boom with a lot of articles regarding your relationship together and I'll be in touch to monitor everyone's reactions." JYP declared his approval. "You two can leave to go home and rest."

You and Jeongyeon gave your last heavy gratitudes for JYP before exiting his office and kissing each other with joyfulness as you reunited with the staff and the girls while holding hands with Jeongyeon.

The next day, JYP exactly did as he said. His entertainment agency released a statement with Dispatch, including some of the suspicious pictures they may have noticed in the picture they caught from them, to add the shocking revelation that there was indeed something more going on between Jeongyeon and her personal manager than what the others could see.

You saw the news on your phone just after you rose from bed. As expected, the couple received mixed to positive reception as a result, especially because the ONCEs were supportive of their established relationship.

You shut off your phone and were about to walk out of your bedroom when suddenly you groaned as your eyes became blurry, along with your head thumping painfully.

Nearly collapsing on the floor as you felt like you're about to lose your balance and faint, you shook your head quick and blinked rapidly before you stayed put and breathed properly to get calm.

"What the hell happened to me?" You muttered shakily.

You slowly stood up again with some support needed from the door frame and went through the kitchen to indulge some glass of water before you decide to rest for minutes to cope the unexplainable headache you just had.

[richeeduvie]

Have you seen the movie Charlie Countryman? It’s ass lowkey but Mads Mikkelsen looks the best in it. Acting on point and he’s like a mafia guy or whatever. Reminds me of Lalo aka your type

Okay, let me rant a little bit. Can believe Mads Mikkelsen is one of the only people to become celebrity crush?

Now wait, like- now...like-

The only other three people are Gillian Anderson, Mike Faist, and Antony Starr. Now you're probably thinking like...girl, you write mostly for Lalo and Roman and you don't have a crush on Kieran Culkin and Tony Dalton? And...yeah. By the time I got into BCS and Succession, idk, my brain wasn't too into feeling an attachment or attraction to people I didn't know in real life. Like don't get me wrong, I find them both to be very handsome, but compared to the way my ass was fixating on the celebs listed above, it's nothing like a celebrity crush. I don't even follow Tony on insta. And maybe it's because I follow Kieran Culkin's wife there so like my brain doesn't attach to him out of respect lol? Is this healthiness? Is this me healthily enjoy media?

No cause I'm writing fictional universes to enjoy myself and interact with others but who's gonna stop me. Tumblr tried and I'm free bitches!!

I think it's because with Mike Faist, I was in love with him when he was in Dear Evan Hansen-

Yes I was a DEH fan and I was like thirteen. And I'm so not crushing on him so hard that if I do watch challengers, it's for Zendaya, not for him. That's right, and I was watching the boys when it came out and I was...fourteen? Fifteen? I think you can tell I'm saying my early teen heart was just fixating on the lot of them. I knew Gillian Anderson from Hannibal, like finding out she was in X-files had me dead.

But let me tell you the CHOKEHOLD Mads Mikkelsen had on me. I watched Hannibal when I was way too young and it led to me watching Charlie Countryman and The Hunt way too young. And if you've watched The Hunt, you know kids are not supposed to watching that damn movie. He's the only celebrity that's made me watch things simply because he was in them. I, like, thought I was going to marry him even though he's like 80. I had a pinterest board of him...it was bad. I had different crushes for each of his characters, but I would've let Hannibal eat me.

But yeah, I have seen Charlie Countryman. I watched it twice in the span of three days and I loved it, not just cause of Mads but there was something about it. Haven't seen it in forever though.

I think it goes to show that personality is heavy for me cause I have had and will have plenty of fictional crushes, and it's like I know them cause I watch a piece of media surrounding their entire lives, but when I see the actor? Even if they look the exact same, idk that mother fucker...love you, Kieran, though...

Sorry for the ramble, I just don't think many of you know that Mads Mikkelsen is why I am the way that I am and probably why I'm writing today lol

[neversetyoufree]

I dunno if this is gonna make sense to anyone but me, but it’s like. Even when Vanitas no Carte is straight, it’s usually not Straight about it, and I think that’s one of the reasons this series works so well for me.

The main couple in the series is VaniJeanne, and while the initial content of them is really uncomfy, when the actual romance really kicks in, it’s in such an unexpected way. Vanitas is a creepy asshole to her at first, yes, but out of all the reasons he does that, none of them are made out as genuine love. Attraction, sure, but like, there’s a big gap between that and romance, and as far as I can tell, we’re supposed to think he’s an asshole for how he treats her at first.

And Jeanne is super easily wowed at first--in the palm of his hand on their date because she’s just not used to being treated kindly, but that’s clearly not love either. When Vani is acting all controlling, and Jeanne is acting all submissive and soft, there’s a lot of playing at romance, but never the real deal.

It’s not until Jeanne sees Vanitas acting genuine and kind and vulnerable, not until Vanitas sees Jeanne acting confident and strong, that their relationship gets validated as possibly real love, y’know? The more time goes on, the more agency and dominance Jeanne takes back, and Vani likes it. And regardless of my thoughts on their dynamic in early chapters, I vibe with that.

And like, I normally hate the whole trope of “every woman falls in love with the main character,” but even though there are 3 different women that are canonically into Noé, it never feels like falls into that gross “main character has a harem” category. For one thing, it’s not actually every woman (given that Chloé and Jeanne couldn’t seem less interested), and with the exception of Domi, it’s not really a thing. We get one scene of Riche blushing, and some gags about Amelia in the bonus chapter, but it’s not like every gal in the series is constantly drooling over him. Plus, when Riche and Amelia being into him is played for a joke, which is how it’s usually played, it’s as much a joke on Noé as anything else. The gag isn’t “haha, look at all these girls falling for him. Aren’t women so easy and silly?“ The gag is “haha, look at how oblivious Noé is. This princely-ass motherfucker can have a woman start blushing and babbling in his arms, and he still won’t pick up on the signals.

Then there’s all the casual genuine queerness that happens around the sidelines. Dominique gets to flirt with Nox and Jeanne to tease them. She gets to talk about how her sister scares away all the guys, so she’s “only popular with girls.” When Dante teases Vanitas about his and Noé’s relationship, even calling Noé his sugar daddy, the joke is never “what, you guys gay or something?” It’s, “hey edgelord, I can see you caring about somebody.” We get to see a guy/guy couple and a gal/gal couple ballroom dancing together, with lingering shots of hand-holding between them, and even if neither of those couples is romantic, that still feels important, y’know? Not to even mention Luna’s gender. Inhuman, “special and unique” enby characters are a tired trope, yes, but on the other hand, holy shit.

Unless something goes very wrong with the writing in the future, VnC will always feel like such an inherently queer series to me. Even if we don’t get a canon m/m or w/w couple by the end, it just feels to me like a universe that’s welcoming to queerness. And even the het couples are more than “he was a boy, she was a girl,” and they don’t stay bogged down the whole time in tired gender roles.

And all of this just makes it such a comfortable series for me. Like, I can just exist here, y’know? Even if we don’t get any better representation than what we have right now (though I hope to hell it keeps getting better), this is a universe where a bi/ace/enby person could exist, and I wouldn’t be the only one. It’s nice.

[dr4kenlvr]

soft kisses 4 soft hands

pairings: mikey sano, mitsuya takashi, baji keisuke x gn!reader

genre/wc: fluff (0.6k+)

request: Hello, I noticed you have a Tokyo revenge hc of reader with rough hands from working hard, but may we have one of Mikey, mitsuyu, and baji with a reader that has small, delicate hands that must always be kept soft cause she’s a hand model? Thxs

MIKEY:

"so that's why they're so soft!" <3

has never considered that hand modelling was a real profession until you tell him, and he recalls all the photos of hands he's seen advertising products like watches or makeup

he's interested truly! and he always asks you so many questions about your job hehe

his curiousity leads him to try your hand care routine, hoping to one day achieve what you have

"then you should maybe consider not punching others all the time, mikey."

"hmmm, then i guess i can never have hands like yours" :(

tells emma about you, and she also gets super curious it's so sweet, she offers to go shopping for products that'll help the both of you

she often says how jealous of how delicate your hands are, and is always complimenting them

mikey pays more attention to them after too; he always has a thumb rubbing circles onto your knuckles, or a hand wrapped protectively around yours

offers to do any work that might blemish the quality of your hands, like cutting the vegetables or cooking in general

(even though he sucks at it)

yeah, he should just leave it to emma and you <3

MITSUYA:

is immediately hooked when he learns about what you do for a living, he listens attentively and nods his head every now and then it's so cute

he gets curious and does some research about it that night too, reading articles upon articles about the art of hand modelling

asks you the next day to give him a list of the products you like most, so that he'll have a shopping list for the next time you need to restock

likes to hold your hand with both of his, and give them gentle kisses, telling you "they really are beautiful, i'm a lucky one huh?"

and as he's touching you like you're the most precious gem on earth, you can't help but tell him "not as lucky as i am"

mitsuya will start to pay more attention to his hands after getting some (needed) advice from you

i headcanon his hands to be soft, yes, but also to have some cuts and blemishes here and there due to his sewing hobbies

thanks you for this really, as he's more attentive on how he works

he'll go slow and steady in order to prevent any further injuries

you scold him when he accidentally hurts himself, and although he doesn't like getting scolded at, he sure does enjoy the sweet kiss you give his fingers to "help him heal" <3

BAJI:

"you're a what?"

has never heard of it, but he's into it

model?????? model = money, right? (and yes, he's right)

he finds it super cool, that you can make a living off your hands

"HAH imagine if i could do that," he says as he shows off his rough hands covered in bandages

"uhh better think twice" :p

always finds himself playing with your hands

like he'll just subconsicously reaching for them to twiddle with your finger while you guys watch a show together

or he'll grab your hand and make you put it on his face so he can rub against it

"so.. soft" - his voice is muffled because it's pressed into your palm

is very impressed that you can keep up with all of the routine and care that it takes too

"you've got so much shit here damn! like what's the difference, i just use my mom's stuff"

wants you to sit him down so you can explain and take him through each step of the process

it's so cute, he's listening silently with his head slightly tilted and he'll ask questions which shows he's actually interested <333

always gives you a peck on your hands to "rejuvenate them, duh"

thanks baji <3

taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu @chuuae @kazuhoya @gwynsapphire @eriskaitto @sscarchiyo (send an ask or dm to be added!)

your interactions are very appreciated <3

[arllenn]

image des: I really loved the fact that your brought their past into the light, that you made them actually effected and reflected on it. So often I just see stories focusing on their relationship with the "new" characters (Caesar, Luminous, Johann, The Gen fam) so following that line of thought.

Can I request a flashback scene? Like when we get requested to make it snow (at the beginning of the game) the group of friends reaction to it snowing makes you reflected on your past. In which a fluffy meeting/promise happens between Z, Renata and you. Or even any fluff you can think of between the three? It can be when they were kids or the age they were at during the game.

Admittedly I would love it if you can really focus on Z and the Character interaction/relationship because we all know he cares for Renata; they have that slacker x mother hen childhood friend vibe going on. But the idea that Z and you are ACTUALLY close (it just LOOKS like your friends with Renata and only friendly acquaintances with Z from the outside) makes me happy and bittersweet.

Sorry this got so long!

Tags for this chapter: fluff, hurt no comfort, bittersweetness, pure angst at first tho Tw: mentions of death and cannon typical violence, puke, death Time setting: pre japan like imagine if the mc got an adjustment period at cassell before they got shipped off to dragon war

You smiled happy to be of help to the friends who were separating today. Their cheerful giggles and cries of happiness as they raved over being able to leave on a snowy day just like the one from when they had met made your insides bubble with warmth and nostalgia. Z, Renata and you had been the same once..... before, before Herzog had...

You shake your head, now isn't the time for this. You wring your wrists, it's a habit you picked up from Z, though you two do it for different reasons. You feel a bit light headed, your knees are weak, it's so weird to see snow and not see your beloved friends among it. It just felt wrong to not feel their warmth around you in this cold tempature. The others giggling is getting too loud, it's beggining to ring in your ears and bounce around in your head at the same time as the memories of Renata and Z pour out of your head and spill in front of your eyes. You stiffly walk over to Claudia, left foot, left hand, right foot, right hand. Back and forth back and forth. You want to leave, but it’d feel wrong just going without checking with her.

“We met and departed on a snowy day.” She sounds so happy and while you’re glad that you were able to help them you also can’t help but feel cloying jealousy at the fact that this trio, Claudia, Susu and Leah get to be together, to meet and depart on snowy days filled with joy, while you can’t. You want to be able to see Z and Renata, you want to be able to tease them while jumping for joy and promising to stay in contact. You want to be able to send them off with a smile on your face and a promise to be well.

But you can’t.

And that’s it.

There’s no going back and searching, there’s no making up after an argument, there’s just nothing. Renata is dead Z is dead everyone is dead! And you can’t do anything about it.

Staggering away you start walking towards one of the benches in the courtyard that face the library. To say that you collapse on it would be an understatement. It’s like all the bones in your body liquified then disappeared at that moment. You clench at the snow on the bench, using the all too familiar feeling of it to guide you through your memories. The day you arrived at the orphanage, the first time you met Renata, Z and you arguing over who would get to hold which of Renata’s hands, the day Vera had arrived, so small and only a year old. You remembered her small finger curling around your own while Z helped you readjust how you held her.

Just Renata, Z and you.

But now it’s just you. You clench at your throat, clawing at it as if that’ll destroy the lump forming in it. You bring your knees up to meet with your chest. Burying your head in your arms. It hurts, you want to see them. At this point you’d even take Anton and Khorkina’s belittling of you or even Ivan and Sherkman failing horribly to hide the fact that they were dating over anything else that could possibly occur right now.

Rubbing your face on your knees you try to get rid of the few silent tears that have begun to spill. It doesn’t work, in fact it just makes everything so, so much worse. Memories of your childhood fly by, you’re loosing your grip on reality you know that. You don’t want to do it here. Not on a bench where anyone can see, if you’re completely honest you don’t want to confront them at all. But that isn’t an option, it’s never going to be an option for you, because you’re trying so hard to push them down and stamp them out right now. And it’s not working.

One of the wandering vending machines come up to you, clawed arm holding something in it. You can't see it at all, your line of sight only contains your legs after all, but you can hear the distinctive beeps of the machine, the whirring of its mechanical organs that allow it to move. You can feel the jagged edges of a wrapper lightly scratching at your leg through your uniform. The robot beeps twice shoving the snack into your leg once again before dropping it and skittering off. Lifting your head up you stared down at the snack you had been left with. Maybe the world really does hate you. Maybe you deserve to constantly have your mind ripped at and heart torn apart, because laying there in front of you is a cookie a chocolate chip one at that. The second your eyes land on the bubbly font that spells out chocolate you cant help but watch in horror as Vera falls in front of you, mere feet away, body still warm as she hits the snow, dead. You feel the bile rise in your throat, it isn't something that you can just swallow down either. Hand clapped over your mouth you stand, getting ready to run.

-----------------------------

You have no idea how you've made it back to your dorm room without puking on the way here, but now you're sitting over your toilet dry heaving into it. You stare down at the item that made you like this the choco- you spit into the toilet. Cookie, you'll just refer to it as a cookie. You consider tearing off the top half of the wrapper but then the smell of the cookie and the chocolate might just tip you over the edge. Instead you settle for smacking it away from you. In some small way it makes you feel better.

You hate that Herzog has ruined this for you. You hate that you can’t even see the word chocolate without feeling your insides churn, you hate that you can’t see snow without seeing your friends bloodied corpses staring back at you, eyes glassy and unfocused. Cookies were the first dessert that you had ever tasted and the last one. You remember the day you had first tried to bake them.

That day Z had let you in his room, Renata was sick, and neither of you were allowed to be around her as per Herzogs orders. With the knowledge that you have now you think you understand why you weren’t allowed to see her back then. Rather than actually being ill Renata was probably suffering from the side effects of the incomplete evolution pills. But either way natural disease or not it had been just you and Z. Sitting side by side on his bed, you laying with your torso hanging off his bed partially, practically upside down, and him crisscross leaned up against the wall that his bed bordered, a hand close enough to your leg to catch you if you started to slip. You two had been mindlessly talking, reading some book that you’ve forgotten the name of now, alternating turns each chapter. When you had gotten to a part where the main character was making cookies for their friend as a get well gift.

“Hey Z, have you ever had a cookie? I mean I’ve heard of them but I’ve never even seen one.”

“I can’t say that I have,” he yawned, “I’m not a big fan of sugar in general. That combined with the fact that the orphanage doesn’t even get the ingredients for them makes it obvious that I’d never even have the chance to try them, same as you.”

“That’s too bad, based on the description I think they’d be pretty good. You think Renata has ever had one?”

“I’m not her, I wouldn’t know.”

“I mean fair enough, but I kinda expected that you would, you guys spend forever having those late night talks after you send me to bed.”

You haul yourself up and spin on your ass so that you’re looking him in the eye, “Speaking of~, I won’t allow you to marry my daughter young man!” You cross your arms in an ‘X’ in front of you shaking your head. “Absolutely not don’t think I’ll allow anything of the sort!!”

Snorting he had pushed on your forehead with his finger until you were laying down the same as before and used his foot to roll you away from him. “2/10, If you’re going to give me a shovel talk then you should at least be intimidating, 1, and 2 you should do it in front of Renata so that you can embarrass her, who just gives that kinda talk straight to the supposed,” he raised his hands and gave out finger quotations “boyfriend?”

“Is that back talk I hear sonny? Don’t make me get up there!”

”Yeah because you haven’t already.” You can’t see him from your position but you can hear the smile on his voice. An accomplishment if you’ve ever seen one! You mean the stoic eternally tired Z was snorting and smiling because of what you said! You always loved times like this, when you would manage to break through his exterior and draw out a reaction, (preferably positive!!), out of him. Tapping his knee you grip onto his leg to pull yourself up once more, you can see him contemplating rolling you off the bed, thankfully he chooses peace for once.

”No okay but dead seriously, let’s go make cookies for Renata. We just got the shipments a little while ago, there’s got to be some of the stuff we need in there! We’ll just ask Herzog,”

“Or steal”

“Yes, or steal, come on it’ll be great!”

“Normally Renata would be here to stop you, which I am always grateful for since it means that I don’t have to be the one to talk you out of these things,”

You snap your fingers, “Speed it up Z, do I have a partner or am I gonna have to start running before you catch me?”

He claps a hand over your mouth which you look down at “Don’t you dare lick me,” is what he says in response to your stares. “As I was saying before someone cut me off,” if gives you a pointed stare, “Normally Renata would be here to be the voice of reason, however since she’s ‘sick’ and I don’t want to have her on my neck about you getting in trouble later here are my words of caution,” He takes his hand off your mouth and pats slaps your cheek twice before bringing the tips of his fingers in between the book page that you had been on and the next, folding it over and closing it. “Don’t, and if you do don’t get caught.”

It was your turn to snort, “What the heck, you suggested stealing in the first place!” You laughed. He shrugged his shoulders and set the book down on his bedside table getting up off the bed and bringing his arms above his head to stretch.

”I never said that we weren’t going to steal if that’s what you decide to do I simply offered you a word of advice about you stealing alone.

”AWWWW Z I knew there was a reason I put up with you!” You cried jumping up off the bed and attempting to latch onto his back,

He turned to face you swatting your hands away, muttering about you being “too big for him to carry like that anymore”

“What was that!?”

He pinched your cheek with one hand and used the other to ruffle your hair in a way that you knew wasn’t meant to be affectionate but instead to mess it up. “Look at how big the babies gotten! It can walk and talk now! Go ahead say ‘papa’ again!” You knew that you could never win against Z in a fight, all attempts left you on the floor with him sitting on you, or you hiding behind Renata and you exercising your lying and puppy dog eyes abilities. But boy oh boy did Z have a way of activating your Cain instinct and making you want to slap the shit out of him (affectionately of course). You heaved out a long suffering groan, and pulled Z’s hands off of you. You walked over to where his dresser was and sucked your teeth as you stared at your reflection. You tried your best to undo his damage to your hair, but it was a lost cause, hanging your head you turned to him with what you hoped was a horrifying, knee shaking, earth quaking, chicken baking, glare.

“This is why you’re an orphan.”

“Fair enough.” He said with a shrug before motioning towards the door, are we leaving now or what.”

“I’m coming, we’re going.” You said waving your hand at him in a shooing motion.

The minute you stepped outside it had been like you were ass blasted into one of the shipment containers mega freezers. You rubbed at your arms, lamenting the fact that you lived on a hunk of ice in the middle of a polar bears ass cheeks. “Okaaay so,” you clapped your hands together, “Do we know where Herzog is?” Z yawned and shook his head no from beside you. “Alright thank you for your participation! Gold star! I’ll go ask Anton, you stay here. And don’t fall asleep!” You ran off to go find Anton ignoring Z’s comment about you acting like a stray dog.

Heaving you clutched at the toilet, sobbing over the loss of your friends. You couldn’t even think of the times back then as being over, you just can’t.

No, that’s not right, you know they’re over, you know those peaceful days of snow and teasing are over. And yet you still long for them, you want to feel Z’s hands in your hair once more, want to feel the thrill of catching him off guard and running to hide behind Renata. You want back the times that you had spent, absorbed in watching Vera as she took her first steps, your young self amazed that anyone could ever be so small. You miss those moments when you seriously contemplated smashing Antons face into the ice under your feet, missed the random times when Ivan would pull you away to look at something cool that he had found. You just missed being homeyou miss the safe feeling that you had been provided with daily back then. Ignorance truly is bliss you suppose. If you had survived not knowing about what Herzog had done, if you survived thinking that all of this was just some randoms attack on you and your family would you have been happier? It doesn’t matter now. What’s done is done.

You dry heave and spit into the toilet, bile rising in your throat but not to the point in which it would spill past your lips. Your vision is blurry from the tears and your head throbs with the pain of the pressure your tears are both building up and releasing. “I wanna go home…” you mumble slowly laying yourself down on the floor, hands clutched into your hair, fingers threading themselves in with the strands and pulling at them like a tide. You would yank at your hair then let it all fall out of your grip, massaging your scalp slightly, and then yanking at it again. You continued in this way as the blurry memory of that day played in front of you. Anton being no help, Khorkina doing her best to goad you into punching her, Ivan being somewhere that you swear was unreasonably high up. Eventually finding Herzog and asking him, him granting you permission as long as you cleaned up after yourselves, running back to Z with the good news.

“Z! Z! Listen to this!” He looked up at you from his spot on the stairs, clearly bored out of his mind, but hey at least he hadn’t fallen asleep like you asked!

He made a twirling motion with his hand “What is it?”

You placed your hands on your hips and grinned, “Herzog says we can use the stuff in the kitchen as long as we clean up afterwards!” You gave an overzealous thumbs up afterwards to make your point even clearer.

“That’s great!” He said all too sarcastically. Getting up he put both hands on your shoulders resting all of his weight on them before finally standing up straight shushing you and your whining.

It hurry you so much to know that everyone is gone. It hurts to know that you’ll never get that chance to just see them again, to hear their voices, catch a glimpse of them on the street. Instead they’re all dead and there’s nothing that you can do about it. You had watched everyone die, you had seen their eyes glaze over and go out of focus. You had seen how their blood stained the pure white snow a bright and somber red. You had run past them as you registered them as dead, praying to nothing but everything at the same time that at least one of them would live. That you would get to hold at least one of them in your arms as you two promised to stay with each other. But you didn’t get that. Instead you got to watch as Renata faded into the distance, your last hope, you got to claw through icy waters, pleading your legs to move, to allow you to save your dearest friend….

”Z, Z, Z! Help me I have no idea why the egg keeps cracking like that!”

“Maybe it’s cracking like that because you keep squeezing them until they explode.”

“Don’t use that tone of voice with me young man! I’ll have you know that Dr.Herzog says that I’ve made great progress in my home economics studies.” You proudly bumped your chest with your fist only to look down and see your uniform covered in egg goop. Z snickered before handing you a rag and motioning for you to hand him the bowl and the eggs. You slid it over to him with your elbow and focused on cleaning your hands and uniform up.

”Here,” he held up one of the eggs,”I’ll show you how to crack an egg, so that you don't end up wasting all of them.” He hit it lightly on the edge of the bowl, holding both ends of the egg with his fingers and pulling his palm so that the egg slowly slipped out of the shell before proceeding to throw the shell somewhere off to the side of him. He pushed the bowl back towards you with a smug look on his face. "You get it now?"

"Yep, yep, yep," you waved your hand at him dismissively before turning back to the book. "Okay so now we mix wet ingredients and dry, then we add in the chocolate." Getting the chocolate for the recipe had been the hardest part. With how rare chocolate is at the orphanage and the fact that you weren't allowed into your room because of how sick Renata was it had been hard to find any. Eventually after bribing Z and way too much effort on your part, you had ended up on Z's shoulders searching through the backs of the older and dustier cabinets, in one of which you had found a chocolate bar that was a week off from its expiration date. Not the best but it could've been 10 times worse you suppose. Z pushed the chocolate towards you with this hand before resting his head on his hand.

"So how much longer do we have? It's getting late." Z stifled a yawn.

You glanced at the book and back down at the cookie batter that you were currently scooping out and onto the baking sheet. They didn't hold their shape as well as the book described them as being able to but you supposed that it was just a matter of reality vs. idealized fiction. "Um I don't know. The book says that they need 25 minutes to bake properly and who knows how long its going to take to clean this all up."

"Well good luck with that." He said slapping his hand down on the table, turning around on his stool, and standing up.

Even if it was just the memory of the sound, the slapping of Z's hand on the table sent a wave of nausea scorching through your body. Everything was a blur, reality, what you were really seeing, cold white tile and the rug in front of the shower were blending together with the cold white of snow, the rug that was in you and Renata's cabin. You felt hands on your face, were they from the memory of Renata checking your temperature or were they your own? Your vision was swimming, you were underwater, you were lying on the bathroom floor. You were drowning, you're lying on the bathroom floor. You're dying, you can't see.

You clamored up in a haze, you have to run! You have to get to Renata and Vera and Anton and and and and! And you slam into a desk that was out in the middle of Hezog's lab. Z is right there, Renata is right there, Vera is right there! All you need to do is reach out a little further and you'll be there! You'll be able to save them! You finally latch onto Z's uniform begging him not to go, begging him to stay with you, because if you go alone then everyone will die. "PLEASE Z!" You yell out. "I need you, I need you, I need you, everyone's dying, dead, dying dead, dying, dead, I can't save them! PLEASE!" And then the Z you're holding onto collapses, leaving nothing but a pile of clothes behind. His uniform lies bloodied in your hands. Renata lies bloodied in your hands. Anton lies just out of reach, dead. "Come back, please." You clutch onto Z's uniform harder. The tears don't falter as you trace your hands along the sleeves of the uniform. "The sleeves are too short you should get Herzog to make you a new one." You chuckle fondly. only...

Only...

Only the uniform has too many mistakes for it to have ever been Z's, theres too big a difference in size. It doesn't smell the same. It's not his... it's yours. You're not at the orphanage, you're in your dorm at Cassel. You're sitting on hardwood floors right now, not the powdery snowfall of home. Its warm, not cold, theres no dead bodies, only you and the mess that you made when you stormed through here earlier. You choke on a sob, tears coming down in even thicker streams, your headache had bloomed into a splendid migraine. You can barely see straight, but you know for sure that this isn't anywhere near, by or in the orphanage. And it can never be. The orphanage is gone now. Everyone's bodies are probably still lying on top of the snow, glassy eyes unfocused and unseeing, faces twisted in fear. Or maybe they've been charred to ashes, with nothing left to remember them by, their remains carried by the winds or at the bottom of the sea. You clutch your uniform tighter, biting down on it to muffle your screams and sobbing.

You have no idea how long you've been here. Your tears have faded now, only leaving the uncomfortable burning of the dried tear tracks in their memory. You don't stare at anything in particular, theres nothing left of your emotions, just the dull ache of apathy. Your vision is spotted with dancing black circles and lines. They look a bit like what you imagine TV static would look like but you really have no idea. Your conscious waves and ebbs like the tides from back home. You can't think of anything other than the feeling of the cloth clutched in your embrace right now. Sighing you bury your face in it, resigning yourself to a night on the floor.

[doyelikehaggis]

Twelve Days of Rarepairs: Scanny | Scott McCall x Danny Mahealani (Teen Wolf)

Requested by @childofsquidward

The collie laying on the table is patient and docile as Scott finishes slotting the cone into place around her neck. She just stares up at him with big eyes, nudging against his hand with her nose.

Laughing, Scott rubs her head. Her tail gives a little wiggle in response.

"You know, you're the only one I've seen who isn't bothered by this thing," he tells her, scratching behind her ear. 

She just gives a playful yip in response. 

The bell rings over the front door, alerting Scott to someone entering the animal clinic. Somewhat pointless considering he heard the heartbeat first. But Lola's ears immediately perk up, and her tail bangs against the table.

Scott grins at Danny when he appears in the doorway, holding two festive coffee cups.

"You've been missed," he says.

Lola's already standing on the table, barking fondly at Danny. He laughs, and moves towards her, fuelling her excitement.

"By which one of you?" Danny jokes.

Scott's eyes widen. He opens his mouth, but he falters, and Danny's already focused on Lola again anyway. Heat rushes to his face. He quickly tries to regain some composure. 

"Hey, girl! Oh, you look so good!" Danny coos. "Did Dr. McCall take good care of you?"

Scott tries to bite back a smile and fails. He's getting used to hearing his friends call him Dr. McCall, more as a joke, but something about the way Danny says it gives him this fluttering in his chest.

So, when he first saw him at the start of December, it was a surprise. He'd practically disappeared off the face of the earth for two years, and then suddenly he was back in town for the holidays, to see his family and friends. 

But not only that, Scott hadn't quite realized just how attractive Danny is. Was he always that good-looking while they were at school together? Of course he was, everyone knew it. But Scott hadn't exactly been out to himself at that point, so seeing Danny back from New Orleans, even more tanned, with even more defined muscles—yeah, Scott might get a little nervous whenever he sees him now.

And it doesn't help that they seem to be seeing more of each other now than they did while at school. They run into each other in town. When Scott went back to fill in for Coach while he was away towards the end of the year, Danny just kept showing up, saying he was visiting a teacher to discuss something (he is, after all, in computer programming now, so it makes some semblance of sense), and they'd talk out on the field. He bmped into him while bringing his mom lunch at the hospital. 

Scott even saw him while out with Lydia two weeks ago. He was catching up with Jackson, who was also back in town for the holidays, like everyone else. 

And now at work, too. The universe seems to be playing some joke on him. He doesn't mind all that much, for once. As long as this isn't going to lead to him finding out that Danny's actually been turned into a vampire, or has been possessed by some new, evil spirit.

"Thank you," Danny says, lifting his eyes to Scott. Of course, Scott's still the one looking up at him, because it would appear Danny has had another growth spurt as well as everything else. 

Scott realizes he isn't answering. Just gazing. He grins, and hastily tries to not be totally obvious.

"Just doing my job," he says with a shrug. 

Danny rolls his eyes. "Yeah, but I know for a fact that this clinic should have been shut for the rest of the holidays. So, thank you for seeing her anyway."

Scott hesitates at that. "Well… you're a friend. And I had to come in today anyway. And—" he looks down at Lola, who's settled back down on the table, and gives her head another rub "—I couldn't just leave this one stranded on Christmas Eve."

"We both thank you, then." Danny then holds out one of the coffee cups. "A gesture to prove it."

"God, thank you," Scott says, gratefully accepting the cup and taking a drink. "I haven't had anything all day. Or since last night. Including sleep. I might be running on three Mountain Dews and a kitkat."

Danny raises his eyebrows in disbelief. "That… can't be good for you."

Scott just shrugs again. He'll probably feel the effects later on today, since it's currently only one-thirty in the afternoon. As long as he makes it to four to head to the station to see Stiles, then he can head back home and have a nap. And maybe food.

"I didn't know the life of a vet was so demanding."

"It's the holidays," Scott explains, taking another drink before continuing. The gingerbread-cinnamon-whatever is in this latte is the best thing he's ever had right now. "Lots of people want their pets better before Christmas and New Year. A lot of strays get found with bad injuries. Currently I have—"

Barking starts up from the dog room in the back. Scott smiles, gesturing towards the door as Lola once again perks up.

"—them. Eight labrador puppies. They're under a year old. Deaton and I were trying to get them rehomed before the holidays, but it didn't work out. That's why I was coming in to work anyway, since Deaton's out of town."

"Never mind, your job is clearly far more demanding than I thought." Danny smiles, glances down at Lola, then pauses. "Do you need a hand with them at all? They sound pretty eager for attention."

"Yeah, I was gonna take them out for a walk once I was finished up here," Scott says.

Danny's grin widens. "You planned to walk eight hyperactive labrador puppies by yourself? In the snow?"

Scott just gives another shrug. "They're not too hard to handle once they're outside."

The look Danny is giving him only intensifies the fluttery feeling in his chest. It's like something's tickling him from the inside. He can feel the heat beneath his skin, in his cheeks.

"Guess that whole Alpha thing really does give you an advantage, huh," Danny says, a certain teasing twinkle in his eyes but his grin sincere.

Scott has barely gotten used to the idea of Danny knowing about the supernatural at all, never mind him making casual comments about it. And especially not while he's looking at him like that.

"I don't know if it's anything to do with that," Scott says, shaking his head. "But… sometimes, yeah. It comes in handy."

Danny nods. The puppies are still barking in the back, trying to get Scott's attention.

"Well, I think Lola could use a walk after being so good about this," Danny says. He looks at Scott, smiling. "Mind if we join you? I can be pretty good with dogs, might help to take a couple off your hands for an hour."

Scott's eyebrows raise in surprise, and his heartbeat raises itself as well. 

"You… but—" he frowns, his head tilting with a confused smile "—it's Christmas Eve. Don't you wanna get back to your family?"

"They won't miss me for a little while," Danny says, brushing it off. Then, because he seems to be catching on, he rolls his eyes, and says, "Please? You helped me with Lola when you clearly already had your hands full. I wanna do more than get you coffee."

Scott's heart drops into his stomach and lurches right back up. He swallows, and tries to keep his mind on one track, biting his lip. 

"Uh… yeah," he breathes out before he can think twice. "You know what? That would be great. Thank you."

"No problem," Danny says, sincerely.

They get Lola to hop off the table, and head into the back room to get the others ready. Danny just laughs when he sees the little christmas hats Scott put on the ones that were happy to wear them.

As they're getting them all on their leashes, Danny casually adds, with a glance at Scott, "And if you were up for it, I'd like to get coffee with you sometime."

Scott accidentally clips the leash to his hand instead of the collar. He winces, quickly undoing it and fixing it to its right place instead. Then he looks over at Danny and his amused grin, his heart racing.

"Like—like a date?" he asks, hardly daring to believe that's what he means. Danny was never interested in him. Was he? 

Scott's quickly going through every interaction he's ever had with him.

"Exactly a date," Danny corrects. 

Scott's eyes are wide. His mouth opens, then closes. He wasn't prepared for this. Sure, the thought of Danny liking him back crosses his mind after Stiles and Lydia both insisted that he did after he told them about running into him all those times. But that doesn't mean he was prepared for it.

"You can say no," Danny says, giving another casual shrug as clips the last lead on to the last excited puppy. "I just thought I might as well ask. Waiting three years to do it was bad enough, I didn't want to seem totally pathetic by waiting four to at least know what you'd say."

"Three—what?" Scott asks in disbelief, sure that he must have somehow misheard. "You've wanted to ask me out for… three years?" 

"Like I said, it was starting to seem pathetic." Danny looks at him, holding his stare with a soft gaze. "But, Lydia told me that you came out last year, and after seeing you, I figured I should at least ask."

"Wow. Uh…" Scott's mind is a mess, and he can't sort his thoughts out. Except for one. "I'd love to."

Danny blinks, thrown off his own guard now. Apparently even he wasn't prepared. But he quickly recovers, as does Scott, smiles forming across both their faces.

"Go on a date with you, I mean," Scott says, as if it needs further elaboration. 

"Really?" Danny asks. "Uh… today?"

Scott's breath is knocked out of him, but he's already nodding again. "Yeah, absolutely."

He didn't think anything could make the fluttery feeling in his chest worse. Turns out, Danny smiling at him like he is right now is the thing that can. 

"Okay, great," he says. "Then let's get these guys out of here."

Scott happily agrees. They head out of the back door after making sure the front is locked up. It has to be an hour or more that passes as they walk the dogs through town, taking an open path into the woods, through the snow. The whole way, Scott and Danny are talking, and laughing, catching up on the years they missed and in between. 

[tyunniverse]

TXT x DISNEY Halloween Shorts 🎃 (3/5)

pairing: ot5 x reader

genre: fluff — college au

warnings: light swearing

synopsis: there's a halloween event at your uni and a few students are in the mood for misfit.

yeonjun | soobin | beomgyu | taehyun | hueningkai

BEOMGYU | Beauty and The Beast (2.2k)

“Careful with the hair!”

You hiss when Jinsung, your classmate and stylist for tonight, slaps your hand away after attempting to touch your hair.

“If I even see a single hair strand out of place, so help me I will shave your entire head.” He warns, tapping your shoulder with his brush. “Now go out there and get us some customers. The others said they'll have the food ready on time.”

“Alright.” You try to smile at him and he returns your smile with a sour look.

Your department was throwing a Beauty and the Beast style buffet right in front of your building. Canopies were set up, clothed tables lined around the vicinity, and classy decorations covered the area to add to the whole atmosphere. The dishes to be served are supposed to mimic the food found throughout the movie, with the servers dressed up as some of the minor characters. By some odd stroke of luck, you ended up being chosen as Belle and you were pretty sure some guy named Yeonjun from the other class was supposed to dress up as the Beast.

You got up from your seat and fetch the flyers from the table. The plan was to head up to where the crowds are and advertise your event there. You were all set to go, the only thing left missing being your partner.

Out of nowhere, a group of guys dressed as dwarfs appear. You can't make out what or who it was that they're carrying, but they were surely in a hurry, not caring a bit about their surroundings as they zoom past you, causing you to stumble back. Your heel catches the end of your gown and you start to fall backwards. Closing your eyes shut and bracing yourself for an awkward fall, you were pleasantly surprised when your back hit something soft instead— definitely not the concrete below— someone's chest you presume, their arms quickly wrapping around you protectively.

“Careful.” You hear the person say as they slowly help you on your feet. “Jinsung might throw a fit if you ruin your hair.” He chuckles, bringing his hand to his face.

You turn around and nearly got a scare when you're faced with the face of a beast, quite literally. Turns out your partner hadn't planned on being late after all. “Yeonjun, right?” You haven't actually met the guy but you've heard a few people talk about him. They say he had died his hair pink recently but you couldn't really see behind the terrifying full head mask he had on. You wonder how well he could breathe inside that thing.

“Uh, yeah.” The Beast replies, seeming somehow unsure of his own name. “I'm Yeonjun.”

“Nice meeting you then. I'm Y/N.” You don't bother offering him a handshake, knowing that you two barely had time to chat. “Let's get going. It's almost time.”

Beomgyu stays a few feet away from you as you handed out flyers to a bunch of costume clad strangers. Both of you were pretty busy right now, but he still manages to steal a few glances at you, admiring how beautiful you looked in that Belle costume. He almost wishes he could see you dressed like that everyday. Impractical, sure, but it was just a passing thought anyway. Thank heavens the costume had small peeping holes, otherwise you'd have caught him dead in the act of staring at you every few minutes or so.

“Try our buffet!” He greets two of the students passing by, handing them a flyer.

“What do you think, Soojin?” The student holding a tray of candied apples asks the other.

“I think not. We still have to visit that guy in the infirmary.” The friend replies. One of them gives Beomgyu an apologetic look before they leave.

Beomgyu watches the crowd pass by, his eyes naturally wandering to your side. He finds himself smiling when he saw you all focused on attracting customers, even going as far as to give them brief reenactments of their favorite scenes. Beomgyu loved that he was able to spend this time with you. He only wished that you knew it was actually him inside the costume and not Yeonjun, but he couldn't even find the courage to bring it up. He's not even sure why.

Yeonjun had asked him earlier today to be his substitute in handing flyers. Beomgyu had initially declined, but after hearing that you were going to be his partner for tonight— You, the student from across the hall that he'd been crushing on since freshman year— he was more than ecstatic to accept. This was his chance to actually interact with you without making things awkward.

“Why the fuck did I even say I was Yeonjun?” He huffs, only now had he found his costume stuffy. He really could have just told you before you started on your work, but he panicked and told you a lie instead. Great.

An hour had passed and Rina, one of your classmates, had come to inform you two that a lot of people were now dining at the buffet, and that you were allowed to rest for half an hour before your final wave of work.

You spot a bench nearby and walk over to Yeonjun. “Hey, let's take a rest over there.” You point at the bench. Yeonjun merely nods and follows you as you made your way to it. You take notice that he barely talked to you the entire time you were together. People said he was a chatterbox but apparently not tonight.

Just as you two sat down, Rina came back— this time, looking for someone. “Hey, have any of you seen Beomgyu?”

Hearing the name made you pause and blink. “Beomgyu?”

“Yeah.”

“No.”

You glance at Yeonjun who kept shaking his head.

“Haven't seen him.”

Weird, you think. He was purposefully changing the pitch of his voice as he spoke to your classmate. You figure his throat was probably just dry from all the advertising he did earlier.

Rina turns to you, eyebrows raised with a smirk plastered on her face. “How about you, Y/N? I'm sure you've seen him.”

Eyes wide, you feel the heat rushing to your cheeks. Rina knew about your obvious crush on Beomgyu. The entire class knew. A few jokes were made, like how when someone from his class is looking for him, they'd ask if your Beomgyu radar was up and running. That joke was brought upon by your own little ability to somehow spot him easily within a crowd. That however, proved useless tonight. You hadn't seen him at all.

You spare Yeonjun a look. This was not a good time for Rina to be teasing you. He and Beomgyu are classmates and if he found out that you had a crush on the guy then who knows what'll happen. You didn't want him to think you were crazy when Rina ends up saying something stupid and overly exaggerated— you hope she won't. Your crush on Beomgyu wasn't even that big of a deal. Sure, sometimes you'd find your heart fluttering when you spot him laughing from the other side of the hallway, and maybe sometimes you'd wished you could just come up to him and pinch his cheeks but you've barely even spoken to the guy so—

“What are you talking about?” You laugh it off, patting Rina on the side while slipping in a few stink eyes. “I haven't seen him at all.”

“Is that so?” Rina sighs. For a second, you thought she would just let it go when she turned her back on you but the devil in her was in the mood to play. “Tell me when your Beomgyu radar picks him up then! We need him to help in the kitchen.”

Yeonjun turns to to you. “Beomgyu radar?”

You shrink in your seat.

Was Beomgyu hearing right? Did your classmate just ask you something about a Beomgyu radar? Your Beomgyu radar? Did she normally joke like that or was it intentional? Perhaps she knew he was the one in the costume and not Yeonjun, but he highly doubted that. Could you perhaps?

Beomgyu turns to you. “Beomgyu radar?”

Your face shifted into a mix of emotions that Beomgyu had trouble deciphering. “D-Don't mind her.” You stammer, waving your hands at him. “She's just joking as always. Ah, Rina, such an asshol— assertive joker.” You laugh.

“Right.” Beomgyu laughs along. He felt disappointed, thinking that he was probably just reading too much into it. “What are the odds of you crushing on Beomgyu, right?”

“Exactly!” Your reply was quick. Too quick for Beomgyu's liking. He observes your reaction and notices how red your ears were. Were you embarrassed? Was the idea of crushing on him too much for you? Did you not find him attractive in the least? At this point, he knows he was overthinking but couldn't help but succumb to it.

“Yeah..” He sighs, slumping his back on the bench. “He's probably not your type.”

You flinch. “What?”

“There's not really much to like about him.” Beomgyu shrugs.

“You're wrong.”

He sees you cross your arms, a frown present on your face. “I haven't really met him yet but from what I've seen in the past few years, I can say that there's a whole list of things one could like about him.”

Oh? Beomgyu certainly didn't expect this. “Like what?”

“He's one of the most considerate people I know.” You smile. “Sometimes I'd see him cleaning up after others, giving up seats on the bus, and going out of his way to help anyone in need. He even helped me out that one time I was late for our finals.” You chuckle at the fond memory. It was the day you made up your mind about him.

“It was pretty embarrassing though. I was running through the gates and tripped. I sprained my ankle and no one else was around except for Beomgyu. Turns out he was also running late but didn't even stop to think twice about helping me. He carried me to the nurse's office and stayed there until my friends arrived. I couldn't even thank him properly after that since I was pretty disoriented. In the end, we both had to take the finals at another time.”

Beomgyu blinks. He can't believe you still remembered that day, especially when it was the very day he himself started crushing on you. Though, he'd always thought you didn't know who he was when that happened. “Oh..” He couldn't bring himself to say anything else.

“You know what?”

Beomgyu turns to you.

You smile. “He's exactly my type.”

Beomgyu didn't know what to feel. His cheeks heat up and he's sure it wasn't just the mask making him that way. You talked about that moment so fondly that it almost made him think that maybe— just maybe his feelings for you weren't all that one-sided after all.

He chuckles. He's about to do something stupid.

“Y/N.”

“Hm?”

“Do you perhaps..”

“Like him?” Beomgyu watches silently as you take the time to think.

This was probably too much. What if you didn't like him after all? Could he live knowing that he tricked you into answering that, thinking he was someone else. His thoughts come to a halt when you nod.

“I do.” You chuckle. “No use in hiding that now, huh?”

Beomgyu gulps. “Then..” Then what?

“Hm?”

“What if I say Beomgyu liked you too?”

Your furrow your brows in confusion. “What?”

Beomgyu grips the end of his mask. “I like you.”

“Yeonjun, you're not making any—”

He doesn't let you finish, yanking the mask off his face and revealing his disheveled look underneath.

“Beomgyu?!” You jump in surprise, and he stands up, following you. “How—”

“I like you, Y/N.” Beomgyu says, no longer caring about the consequences that'll follow after. “I really like you. I have for a long time now.”

You stare at him, speechless. “I.. haha.” You cover your face in your hands, laughing. “This is a joke right?”

“I wish it was.” Beomgyu awkwardly shifts in his spot. “But it's not. I'm being honest. I really like you.”

You move your hands away, now looking at him. “You know, as much as I want to hit you right now for tricking me into thinking you were Yeonjun all this time and basically had me going off about how much I appreciate you,” You pause. “I just can't.” You say, your cheeks reddening.

“Y/N, I—”

“There you are!”

Before either of you could react, Rina appears out of nowhere and grabs Beomgyu by the arm, practically dragging him way from you. “We've been looking for you all night! Jin wants you in the kitchen asap.”

Rina flashes you a thumbs up and you couldn't do anything but smile. “Good to see that your Beomgyu radar's still working!”

Judging by the way he was being mercilessly dragged away from you, it looks like Beomgyu had his hands tied with no escape. He waves his free arm at you. And you get the message. You're gonna have to talk about this soon.

You look down at the flyers on your hands and couldn't help but blush. He likes you too.

[somecunttookmyurl]

gonna need you to elaborate on those 'famous people you've met' tags, queen. like what. what is your life.

god sorry this has probably been here all day but i’ve been belting out chicago songs all morning (the musical not the band) @scimmymunkeh can verify that my life, especially from like 2009-2014 (before i moved to scotland) was like. so weird.

in my misspent youth i travelled around the UK and europe seeing The Horrors just like. so many times. they were cheap enough to follow around on tour and i like travelling so that’s what i did. and i’m sufficiently not weird (lmao, i know right) as a person that i got to know them decently well (mostly rhys, tbf) so a some of it happened from that. side note - this actually gained me an honest to god real life stalker from tumblr who also lived in london and would like... see me out at the weekend and then send me anons about what i was doing? very weird time. anyway.

alex turner & miles kane - would go to cave club (a night ran primarily by rhys monthly) sometimes and because i am, again, not A Weirdo i’d be chilling with them. mostly miles, bc alex is pretty shy actually. but for some reason i truly do not know like don’t ask i have no idea every time miles and i got drunk we’d make plans to... buy... a pig? and raise it together? i think we were going to call it penny or peggy or something idk. quite what our plans were for co-parenting a FUCKING PIG in LONDON when we didn’t even live together were but. we really wanted to get a pig for some reason. technically i’ve also met alexa chung (this was WAY BACK when she was still dating alex) but she was deeply sus of any woman in his vicinity so just. left that one alone.

peaches geldof - was dating/later married a guy called thomas who was in a band called S.C.U.M. that rhys’ little brother was in. due to them being around all the time (also they were good listen to them) thomas and i knew each other. we weren’t friends or anything - mostly i was pals with sammy seven - but knew each other to talk to each other. something peaches apparently had a massive problem with because every time she saw me she’d shoot daggers at me across the room like oh my GOD i cannot express enough that i’m not interested in tom. chill. anyway she’s dead now.

i forgot about bobby gilespie (primal scream) and lou hayter (new young pony club) who also used to hang out at the cave.

adam ant - the first time i met him was at a 60s night. like literally an event called ‘le beat bespoke’. he was just... there? for some reason? i dunno. had a drink and a smoke with him. nice man. LITERALLY 2 weeks later on my actual 20th birthday i was at a night called ‘stay beautiful’ which was a heavily-manics-inspired regular event ran by music journalist simon price... adam ant turned up and did a ranom guerilla performance. which??? anyway he recognised me and we hung out for a bit again. he was VERY manic and off his meds at the time (adam ant is bipolar). invited me back to his hotel, nudge nudge wink, but uh. did not do that. as funny as “i boned adam ant once” would be as a story in my life............... no. dude’s old enough to be my dad. haven’t seen him since, just weird that it happened twice so close together in a city of 9 million people.

damon albarn - there was a very bizarre period of maybe 3-4 months where every time i went out i bumped into damon. like literally. every event i attended he was there. again, city of 9 million people, and we lived on opposite sides of it. permanently drunk, and asked me for a lighter every single time he saw me even though (at the time) i wasn’t smoking. at one point i bumped into him at waterloo train station like “okay that’s it i have to leave the city. i can never go outside again. this is getting fucking weird”. haven’t seen him since, either. on a related note i’ve met paul simeon as well.

richard oakes (suede) - saw suede a bunch of times and as one of the few people who love and appreciate richard oakes i always spoke to him and he was really excited about it and would remember the smallest details. had a backstage pass to a show in paris once. richard also has a side project called artmagic that i’ve seen and no matter how many years pass, he still recognises me and will run over like an excited puppy. met his parents twice, who are lovely people.

simon gilbert (suede) - similar but less dramatic, but will add fans on personal facebook if he’s seen you often enough bc he’s a lovely guy.

obviously i’ve also hung out with the rest of suede but didn’t interact with them as much. it’s mostly me x richard brotp 4eva.

sean patrick flanery (actor, boondock saints/mongolian death worm) - i made a joke about his hair being stuck in the 90s on twitter once and he’s followed me ever since which is at this point LITERALLY YEARS i really don’t understand.

[emospritelet]

Heatstroke - chapter 5

Neither of them is in the mood to kiss and make up right now, but I managed to fit most of the prompt in :)

[AO3]

x

Lacey watched Mr Gold stalk off, leaving drips of her mojito in his wake and with an air of wounded dignity hanging around him like a black cloud. She was still breathing hard in her fury, her heart pounding, and she went back inside to make herself another drink. Damn good rum I just threw over him. Bastard. Pervert. Of all the nerve, taking my underwear and trying to blame it on the bloody cat!

She mixed her drink, adding rather more rum than she had the first time, and telling herself she deserved it. Her dinner was cooked, but she decided to leave it in the pan for ten minutes while she sat outside and wound down with a drink. Assuming her pervert neighbour wasn’t hiding in the bushes waiting to ogle her.

She went back outside, taking a seat on the porch and looking out over the rear garden. Darcy was sitting in the middle of the overgrown lawn, one leg in the air as he washed himself amongst the weeds. The garden was a mess; she supposed she should really see about tidying it up a little. Perhaps Storybrooke had a resident gardener who would cut grass and pull weeds. No doubt the person to ask for a recommendation was the guy who owned most of the property, but if she never saw him again it would be too soon. Even if he was interesting to look at naked.

Lacey took a drink and set down her glass, eyes straying to the padded envelope he had thrown at her feet before striding off. After a moment, she bent to pick it up, spying a familiar pair of panties poking out of the top. She upended the thing on the table, and out fell her missing underwear. Even the fuchsia bra. At least he brought it back, I guess. Welp. I’m either throwing this in the laundry or lighting it on fire, which is it?

She poked the underwear with a finger, frowning suspiciously. No evidence that it had been - tampered - with. No evidence that he’d worn it around the house, although she had to admit she probably wouldn’t have been able to tell. No evidence that he’d used it to crank one off, either. And given her appalling taste in men, all of it had no doubt—at some point—been pressed against something even less appealing than a middle-aged underwear thief. Lacey nodded firmly.

“Laundry it is,” she said decidedly. That bra was expensive.

She settled back in her chair, picking up her drink and turning her gaze back to the garden and musing over her plans for the weekend. Ruby had invited her to the local club the following evening, and she was looking forward to seeing what Storybrooke had to offer in the way of nightlife. Not much, if the size of the town was anything to go by, but it would beat sitting indoors staring at the walls.

x

Gold had spent Friday evening and most of Saturday in high dudgeon. He had stripped off his suit and shirt when he got home, shoving it in a bag for the dry cleaner, and had showered to get the stickiness off himself. He hadn’t felt like cooking anything too fancy, and had instead sat around in his silk robe, drinking one whisky after another and brimming over with righteous indignation. Bloody woman. Didn’t even give me a chance to explain. And when I did she looked at me like I was lying through my teeth.  

The encounter had put him in a foul mood, and the residents of Storybrooke seemed to pick up on it. Unfortunately, for many of them it was rent day. He dealt with their payments with as little interaction as he could manage, and locked up the shop at six, making his rounds of the businesses that were open in the evening.

Gold had interacted with his new neighbour precisely twice, and on both occasions had ended up with a drink thrown over him. So entering The Rabbit Hole and finding her at the bar with Miss Lucas automatically made him pause. The two of them hadn’t seen him, and so he kept to the shadows as he approached the bar, tucking in beside David Nolan, who was staring glumly into his beer. Gold leaned forward a touch so that he could see Miss Lucas and his new nemesis. The young woman was talking, gesturing with a hand, the other holding the remains of a drink. The sight made his eyes narrow.

“...so I threw my mojito over him,” she finished. “Can you believe it? ”

“That’s - that’s gross!” said Miss Lucas. “Are you sure it was him? I never had him pegged as a pervert.”

Gold felt his jaw tighten. So. She hadn't believed him when he told her that the cat had been stealing her underwear. So be it.

“He brought me my panties in a bloody envelope!” insisted the woman, holding her thumb and forefinger a hair’s breadth apart. “I was this close to lighting it on fire! My best bra, too! For all I know he used it as a wank rag!”

Miss Lucas burst out laughing, and Gold ground his teeth, feeling anger simmering away inside him. He was tempted to turn around and walk out again, but decided he’d be damned if he let her chase him away every time they met. He leaned on the bar, catching the eye of the bartender, who gave him a nervous nod.

“Whisky,” said Gold evenly. “And the rent.”

The barman gulped, picking up on his mood and turning away to pour a whisky. He set the glass down and hurried off, and Gold picked it up, taking a sip. He kept an ear trained on the two women along the bar from him, thankful that Nolan was keeping him hidden from them.

“In some ways it could have been worse,” Miss Lucas said. “If it had been one of the knuckle-draggers in this place, they wouldn’t have stopped at underwear theft.”

The young woman snorted.

“I can handle myself,” she said. “Oh, but don’t ever leave me alone when drunk, okay? I make terrible choices.”

“Understood.” Miss Lucas reached for her drink. “Gotta say the pickings are pretty slim in Storybrooke at the best of times.”

The young woman shrugged.

“Another rum and coke and I won’t care too much,” she said, and took a swig of her drink. 

Gold sipped his whisky, and the bartender returned with an envelope full of notes.

“It’s all there,” he said hastily, and Gold nodded, taking the envelope and tucking it into his jacket pocket. If it wasn’t, there’d be hell to pay. He drank the last of his whisky, setting the glass down on the bar.

“I’ll take a rum and coke,” he said, and the bartender blinked. Gold raised an eyebrow. “Something you don’t understand?”

“No, no.” 

The bartender turned away, grabbing a glass and starting to prepare the drink. David Nolan took a slurp of his beer, setting down the glass.

“I don’t know why the hell I come in here.” he muttered, almost to himself.

“Lack of alternatives, I imagine,” said Gold dryly. “Of course, you could always stay home.”

“Going crazy staring at the same four walls.”

“Really?” Gold shifted his position a little. “I find the solitude very soothing.”

“Yeah.” Nolan swirled the beer in his glass. “Sometimes being with people makes you realise how lonely you are.”

Gold rolled his eyes, not in the mood for either reflection or self-analysis, and Nolan drank the last of his beer, setting down the glass and nodding to him before walking out. He was replaced by Dr Whale, who ignored Gold in favour of eyeing Miss Lucas and her friend.

“Whose round is it?” asked Miss Lucas.

“Mine, I think. You almost done with that?”

“Almost. Just starting to get a buzz, so let’s not let it die. I came here to forget my past mistakes by making brand, spanking new ones.”

“Hey, if there’s any spanking to be done, at least save it for the bedroom.”

The two women chuckled, and Gold drummed long fingers slowly on the bar as he waited. The bartender set down a tall glass in front of him, cubes of ice and a slice of lime stacked up and filled with rum and coke. He gave Gold a sickly grin.

“Not your usual drink,” he said.

“Oh, it’s not for me,” he said pleasantly. “It’s for the young woman over there.”

He jerked his head to the side, and the bartender’s eyes widened.

“You’re buying a drink for Lacey?” he asked.

Lacey. So that’s her name.

“In a manner of speaking,” said Gold, and put a hand over the glass just as the bartender reached for it. “Don’t trouble yourself, I’ll give it to her.”

He threw down some cash for the drinks, stepping back with the rum and coke in his hand and swivelling on his heels to face the two women, who had finished discussing their poor decision-making and moved back to discussing his likely perversions.

“Makes you wonder what else he’s into,” Lacey was saying.

“It might make you wonder,” said Miss Lucas. “My brain is screaming whenever it tries to go there. What the hell are you gonna do about it, anyway? You live next door, isn't it gonna be super awkward?”

“Well, I guess I can just ignore him,” Lacey said. “Not like we need to interact, is it?”

“At least you don’t pay him rent,” agreed Miss Lucas. “I can’t believe this, I never thought he’d be a pervert. He’s always buttoned up to the neck in those suits of his, and I’ve never even seen him date.”

“That just confirms pervert status,” said Lacey decidedly. "Probably has a sex dungeon and a stash of BDSM porn."

Miss Lucas shook her head.

“I just don’t get that vibe,” she said. “I mean he’s always a stickler for the rent, and I kind of doubt he has a sense of humour, but he’s not a lech, and he’s always been polite. To me, anyway.”

“You sure he hasn’t stolen any of your underwear?”

“I think I’d notice.”

They both chuckled, and Gold took a step closer as Lacey wrinkled her nose.

“I mean, I accept you've known the guy longer than I have, but I gotta say that ever since I found him sunbathing naked I kind of got the feeling he’s a kinky bastard.”

Miss Lucas choked on her drink.

“Ever since you what?”

“Ah, yes...” 

Gold’s lazy drawl made them both jump in their seats and turn to face him, looking an uncomfortable mixture of guilty and nervous. He favoured them with an unpleasant smile.

“You mean the time you trespassed on my property, interrupted a private moment and then threw a drink over me?” he said lightly. “I was going to try to forget the incident, but since you chose to slander me in public...”

He tossed the drink over her, and Lacey shrieked as ice cubes bounced off her chest, one slipping down inside the low-cut dress she wore. She scrabbled at it with a hand, and Gold tried to ignore the alluring curve of a breast as she fished out the ice cube and threw it at his feet.

“Mr Gold!” 

Ruby looked appalled, eyes wide in her face. Lacey’s shock had turned to outrage, and she slipped from her seat, glaring at him with her hands on her hips. In her high heels she could almost look him in the eye, and her glare was blue lightning, stabbing at him and piercing through his skin to burn him to ash. It was almost exhilarating.

“Are you insane?” she demanded, and he met her glare with his own.

“Oh, this is me exercising restraint, dearie, believe me,” he said coldly. “You’ve thrown a drink over me twice, each time for no good reason. You’ve spread falsehoods about my proclivities and slandered my name in this dive of a bar, and hence to the entire town. Consider this payback. And a warning. If I suffer any further indignities at your hands, I will take immediate and devastating action, do you understand me?”

Her mouth had fallen open as he spoke, and a crease of confusion appeared in front of her eyes as he went on. The bar seemed to have gone very quiet around him.

“I believe one spilled drink will be sufficient retaliation for the two you threw at me,” he said, his voice almost a growl. “Cross me again and there will be consequences.”

She was staring at him in silent fury, and he bowed his head a little before striding to the door, anger and indignation making him seethe.

“It was the cat!” she yelled after him, and he stiffened, hunching his shoulders a little.

“Well, I did try to tell you that,” he muttered, and wrenched open the door.

[haileybeehappy]

Shawn Mendes - Sweet

warnings. none really. fluff I guess? oh stalking.

word count. 1.6k

summary. You and shawn are close friends and you are kinda new in the music business.

HOLY FUCK HES HOT

anyways. enjoy.

 You had been in the music business for a couple years. You just dropped your second album and were getting to do a small promo tour thing. You're doing some shows in California, Texas, Florida and New York. Spending a few days in each state doing a few shows and interviews. 

One of your free days in New York was the same day as Shawn's concert. He was one of your close friends. You met at a big after party for some award show. You weren't nominated for anything but you did perform. Since then you two were best friends…. with benefits. When your paths crossed and the time was right the two of you would interact. 

So now you were backstage at his show standing next the famous Camila Cabello. The show had just ended and shawn was wandering around the tunnels of backstage still on his performance high. When Shawn came into view Camila basically attacked him. She jumped on him and wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. 

He loved on her for a while and when they separated and he saw you he immediate ran to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. 

"What in the world are you doing here?" You had your arms gripped on his neck. With how little time you two spend together when you do get together you never let go it seems like. 

"I had some free time between performances and interviews so I decided to come see my best friend give the concert of a lifetime," you smile. He nods and grabs your hand. 

"I'm so glad you did. I wish you had told me, I would have made you come out there and sing with me," He laughed. You shook your head. 

"No way, I'm way too tired. The traveling is really taking it out of me," Shawn, you and most of his team had made it out behind the building heading towards the cars taking them to the hotel. You Shawn and Camila piled into one of the SUV's. 

"Maybe you're just not made for the road," Camilla says. It offends you slightly but you brush it off. 

"You know that's not it Mila. Everyone had trouble their first time on the road. Hell I have trouble everytime I head out. It's only expected. Are you saying I'm not made for the road? Or you? Because if I remember right you had a really rough time your first tour?" She just kind of rolls her eyes and huffs. 

"Whatever. I guess," Camilla stares out the window as the car travels the 45 minute ride to the hotel. An hour with the traffic. While you and Shawn caught up on each others lives. 

"So I had to fucking eat cows tounge. COWS TOUNGE!" you groan. He just throws his head back and laughs. clapping his hands together lightly. 

"Oh that's amazing, was it chewy?" He asks just to get on your nerves. 

"Yes! I hate him. So much. He knew I would never answer that question. Like FUCK YOU JAMES!" You scream into the ceiling. 

"You poor thing. You could have answered the question," 

"Yeah, and have Andrew and your fangirls kill me? No thank you," you sigh. You now have your head rested on his shoulder. The time had come that you get out of the car. The hotel was surrounded by fans. The three of you exited the vehicle and made your way inside the building. Shawn stopping every few feet to grab something from a fan or take a picture. 

"Y/N!" you turn to where your name was screamed. The voice sounding very familiar. You turn and see your 'biggest fan' it was a guy who had been stalking you since you made it big. You grabbed onto Shawn's arm and clung to him. 

"What's up sweet?" You nudged your head in his direction. He looked up and made eye contact him. hr wrapped his arm around you, grabbed Camila's hand and pulled the two of you into the building. Be pointed the man out to security. You were a little shaken up because he followed you all the way from L.A. "You okay?" He had his hands on your shoulders. Rubbing your arms from shoulder to elbow. You shake your head. 

"He followed me from California. If hes willing to go that far what else is he gonna do?" He pulled you to his chest. You really don't know how to react. He stood there and held you while his management team dealt with a situation with the rooms. The three of you made your way to the elevator. Shawn and Camila were talking but he didn't move his eyes from you. 

on the thirteenth floor you stepped out of the elevator and made your way to your room. 14, 15, and 16 were your room numbers. Shawn got 16 because it was a suite. Camila was next to him in 15 and you lastly in 14. 

You settled into your room, the bed feels too big. The sheets feel cold and the blanket isn't enough. You can't seem to sleep. Worries running through your mind. You end up slipping out of bed and making a cup of the 'complimentary' tea they had set out on a tray along with coffee and cocoa. The tea was okay. You've had better but you've also had worse. 

After two cups and a hour and a half of tv you couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed your phone, key and the fresh cup of tea you just made and headed to Shawn's room. You knock on his door and wait a minute till you knock again. He opened the door wrapped in the silk robe you got him for his birthday last year. 

"Y/N? what's up?" 

"Can't sleep, a lot on my mind," He runs his hand through his hair. He moves out of the way so you can make your way into his room. His room is twice as large as yours and has a living room and an attached bedroom, along with a small minibar with a real coffee pot. "oh wow," 

"Come sit," he motions you over to the couch. you sit on the opposite end of the long sofa. He rolls his eyes and moves over to you. He takes the mug from your hands, sets it on the end table and pulls you too him. You're tucked into his side with his arms wrapped around you. You just start to sob into his shoulder. 

"Hey, it's okay. Everything is going to be okay. Talk to me sweet," You just shake your head and continue to cry into him. You don't know what happened but you ended up in his lap. You were no longer crying but catching your breath with your head buried in his neck. "Do you want to talk about it now princess?" You nod. 

You go to move to get off his lap and he hold you there by your hips. He pulls you closer to him and rests his chin between your breasts. "Talk Princess," 

"I've just been so overwhelmed with everything and I think I jumped in to quickly. I feel like I'm drowning. I want to go home and just be alone," Your voice was growing shakey. "I miss my family. I miss my dog," You shake your head and force a little laugh. "I've missed you too," you look at him in the eye. 

The two of you were now eye level to each other. You ran your hand through his curls and lightly grasped the hairs near his neck. Twisting the small curls around your fingers. 

"And seeing that guy, just kind broke me. Maybe Camila is right. Maybe I'm not cut out for this," You huff and rest your forehead on his. 

"No. don't you do there princess. You are absolutely fucking amazing. And Camila couldn't be more wrong. Fuck what she said. You are made for this. Have you seen you perform? You're like a goddess when you hit the stage. You give every show everything you have and more," a smile worked its way onto your face. "But I don't blame you I feel the same way sometimes. All of us do," You just nod.

You let out a yawn and you can feel your body relax. Your eyelids become heavy in a matter of seconds. 

"Thank you so much Shawn. You're the best," you nuzzle yourself into his neck and hold him. 

"Always my sweet. Now let's get you to bed huh?" You nod. 

"Yeah. I should head back to my room," before you even move his arms clasped around your waist and you couldn't escape if you wanted to. 

"No way my sweet. You're in my bed tonight," he then proceeds to carry you to his bed and plop you down on the mattress. You squeal and move to the head of the bed. You slip off your socks and get comfortable under the covers while shawn runs to the bathroom. When he comes back you're already fast asleep and snoring. 

He shakes his head and gets under the soft blue blanket with you. He pulls your smaller frame to his and nestles into your hair. You turn your body to face him and in a faze of sleep you bring his lips to yours and mumble a goodnight. He smiles into the kiss and pulls you in for a deeper one. 

"Not tonight Mendes," you throw one arm around his waist and continue. "Wake me up in the morning and we can have some fun," you smirk. he just laughs and pulls you in tighter. 

"Okay my sweet," 

thank you for reading! it would mean a lot if you could like and reblog. loves and kisses. hails

[codenamesazanka]

What are your top ten Shigaraki ships (and if you've got time for it: why)?

Oh man! idk if I have enough - if there even is enough - Shigaraki ships (in the traditional romantic sense) to fill ten. Plus I hadn’t ship Shigaraki much with anyone because it wasn’t until recently that he got all this screentime and developing relationships with other characters. 

But going with interesting dynamics and relationships of all types, platonic or romantic or enemy or cautionary or imaginary/fanon (because I’m a sucker for my own imagined potential of a relationship) or canon(ish), and which ones intrigues/affects/impacts me the most? and then ranking them??? impossible hmm

(using the names and honorifics the characters call Shigaraki for some variation and also because I’m a weeb) (also ranking is suspect because I’m bad at making decisions)

10. Shigaraki and Bakugou

I didn’t actually like Bakugou until his Remedial Course mini-arc, and so didn’t pay attention to him much. So I was surprised when Shigaraki wanted Bakugou for his League. It wasn’t until I understood Shigaraki much better and finally took the effort to consider Bakugou’s side of things that I found myself wishing they had more interaction during his kidnapping. Because here was Shigaraki going 110% to woo Bakugou into joining him, he had honestly thought the boy would make a good Villain. And there was Bakugou who was adamant about being a Hero despite not being very Heroic. We could’ve had a great look (if Bakugou ever talked) into Heroes and Villains and motivations and more stuff about how they’re two sides of the same coin… or so I wish, making this a purely speculation about a battle of ideas and these two enemies coming to a grudging respect. But that’s all over now. 

9. Shigaraki and Twice

Shigaraki took off Twice’s mask to shut him up (sorta), then put it back on for him! If that isn’t the most warmhearted mean thing to do. Twice is very much invested in the League and I wanna see Shigaraki appreciating that. Is Twice the first member to get to touch Shigaraki’s hands? To measure them for a clone? Very big deal. Not a very intense dynamic, but good fun downtime Villain Out Shopping fluff. 

8. Shigaraki and Mr. Compress

Gotta say it’s @happojin’s ficlet about these two scheming over personal revenge on Overhaul that got me intrigued in this no-ideology partnership-in-pure-villainy. Mr. Compress is the exact type of chaos-loving dramatic criminal that’s right up his boss’ alley, though I can see too much of it getting onto Shigaraki’s nerves - which makes for good, mischievous conflict. These two would blow up buildings purely for fun and I wanna see that joy on their faces. But also! Not yet knowing the reason for Mr. Compress join the League makes for great speculation - like maybe he’s just enamored with Shigaraki’s spirit and youth (that makes him feel young himself???) that he’ll be okay with losing an arm and poverty and getting kicked around by a giant naked mountain man for a month. We see Mr. Compress with Shigaraki in chapter 114, calling Toga (for Shigaraki?) and I want to think it’s Mr. Compress fancying himself as Shigaraki’s (all) right hand man. 

7. Doctor and Shigaraki

The Doctor is creepy and I’m iffy about him cuz, well, he’s creepy but he sure is making the plot move forward and now he’s the guy who will be giving the League zany inventions like some episodic comedic cartoon. If it wasn’t so horrifying that they’re Noumus. But mostly, this is a guy who knew Shigaraki from childhood, who preserved (and maintained???) the hands, who Shigaraki is familiar with but also knows nothing about. What stories can you tell us about Shigaraki, Doc? I wanna know. I’m scared, but I wanna know.

6. Giran and Shigaraki-san

How long have they known each other??? (Consider - middle-aged seen-his-shit-in-the-underworld-and-now-respected-broker Giran having to be polite to a sulky teenaged Shigaraki and needing to address him as ‘san’ - idk, maybe I’m getting the nuance there wrong but… hilarity) What other dealings have they done? Giran sure is a champ to lose five fingers for Shigaraki and the League - is the League his best customer? Did Shigaraki ‘inherit’ the use of the broker from AFO? Has Giran met AFO? I guess this is just me wanting to know more about Giran, and Shigaraki is the proxy for that. But I wanna know! I wanna see them interact when Shigaraki rescues Giran. 

5. All Might and Shigaraki(Shimura Tenko)

I love my Shimura Tenko gets a father figure in All Might AUs! I’m writing one lol. But I acknowledge this is less about the characters themselves and more about the exploration of a legacy that ties them together. Cuz I love that shit. I love the idea of All Might being such a loyal disciple that he would do anything for the grandson of Nana - except it’s just that, he’s only chasing after a reminder of Nana. What would he do with Shigaraki/Tenko himself? And I love the idea of Shigaraki/Tenko deciding how to incorporate the tale of the sordid Shimura family into his life - if he chooses to do so at all. Lots of family/identity drama. Also completely in headcanon territory. Ah well.

4. Toga and Tomura-kun

The recent chapters have really up my interest in the friendship/siblinghood/whatever admiration Toga has for Shigaraki. She calls him Tomura-kun, which yes it’s expected of her as a cute high schooler; but no one else has ever called Shigaraki just his first name besides AFO. And Shigaraki seems to have a soft spot for her? He’s been very nice to all of the League, but for someone who immediately hated her at first sight cuz she was a ‘brat’ who didn’t make any sense, that’s the biggest attitude change. Right now, they’re confirmed to be the youngest and closest in age of the League, and I like the idea of them being able to be ‘young people these days’ together and relate to one another. Toga is very loyal to Shigaraki, but not above stabbing him should he be a jerk. Like with Twice, I wanna see Shigaraki be appreciative, or rather, I wanna see another scene where he’s really nice to her (the first one being, of course, that Overhaul arc flashback). 

Also they were in an omake drama CD being silly and if that isn’t the best thing.

3. Kurogiri and Shigaraki Tomura

Hmmm I’m lazy and I already planned a whole post dedicated to analyzing their relationship, so I’m gonna skip this. I’ll edit with the link to that post later!

2. Shigaraki and Spinner! In danger of being an OTP for me, which isn’t hard cuz I don’t have any other

The only romantic relationship on this list. Spinaraki. Like I said before, though Shigaraki was really the only option after Stain, Spinner was so clearly ready to believe in Shigaraki, to follow him, because he wanted the League to change the world. That’s a lot of faith put onto someone who is Shigaraki (I mean, look at him, he’s a skinny NEET goth), so much so Spinner, implied to have not been a criminal before joining the League, is ready to kill (and does). That’s intriguing enough, and then comes his month long observation diary about his leader. Who he still stays with after knowing Shigaraki’s very-not-Stain-like-nor-revolutionary plans. And now we wait for the climax of his journey of wavering loyalty. True, a lot of it is my own hyped-up imagination but I’m enjoying it. If Spinner stays and become Shigaraki’s most loyal follower, that is so my shit I’m going to die. I’m gonna die anyways whenever they interact in the near future chapters. 

1. All For One and Tomura

What is there to say about…. this? It haunts me. It’s number one on this list cuz it’s the dynamic that I think about most, has impacted me most (Chapter 222 was a lot to handle), and it’s like trying to untangle thorny vines. Gotta say, in my intepretation, it’s a very accurate portrayal - from Shigaraki’s side - of caring about someone who has hurt you a lot, and you know it. But it’s the person you knew best and depended on when there was no one else, and you’re always going to have their influence - of which includes positive things. It’s one of the very few portrayal that gets all the paradoxical messy details while being explicitly clear to the reader it’s wrong, Shigaraki doesn’t deserve this. It’s also clear that while AFO may have affection for people, that doesn’t matter. He’s a monster. Still wrong, and cruel. And I think that’s important to show, important to depict and an important message told well. Now all that’s left is to wait to see what Shigaraki will do now and how this bond will break. 

This to be absolutely clear, this isn’t a ‘ship’, it’s a portrayal of an abused child solider that is now flourishing away from his guardian and I’m hopeful for the future. And it’s so poignant to me, that a story is tackling this. Gets it. Its a dynamic I’m invested in because it’s a story of survival and I will see it through.

-

Honorable mentions? I wanna see Shigaraki and Hawks. That should be interesting. 

I used to like ShigaDabi, but mostly because it was available. I’ve got no opinions about it now. :/

-

Thanks for reading!