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#or rather that one sentence we got before they both fell asleep lmao
deathsweetblossoms · 1 year
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We trade kisses in the darkness
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mikeyddie · 2 years
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* hi @purple-striped-shirt :D 
Okay so I’m gonna do this a little different from how I usually write headcanons- hope that’s alright ^^ Also I didn’t do one for Tord because by the time i got to Toms part I kept accidentally repeating sentences from Matt/Edds part so :skull
Just didn’t want to repeat anything-- if it’s a big deal I’ll make Tord a part but expect at least one thing to be said twice lmao
This beginning part will be the same for each character so 
You got a call from your friend, inviting you over. You two had hung out recently but you hadn’t seen his house before, so you were quick to figure out a date. You two were actually free at that moment, so you packed a small bag to stay the night. Once you got there, you were introduced to three other boys who welcomed you warmly. You two actually didn’t spend a bunch of time at his house, going to the arcade for most of the day. It was a bunch of fun. When you got back, you watched TV for a bit and ate dinner. Everyone went to bed aside from you two. 
“Um- do you want to maybe sleep in my room?” he questioned shyly.
You weren’t really sure what to say. I mean it wasn’t the weirdest thing ever but what threw you off what his nervousness.
“Yeah, sure. I don’t mind,” he was relieved that you didn’t think it was weird.
“Okay, cool,” he smiled and stood up, waiting for you to do the same.
You followed him up the stairs, quietly. He opened the door slowly, not wanting to wake anybody.
Edd:
His room was pretty simple. Green bed, a dresser, you get the gist. There was a PC resting on a desk, as well. A gamer chair sat in front of it. (lmao) It had a drawing pad plugged into it a stylus next to it. Multiple empty and half-full Cola cans were scattered about. There were shelves plastered to the wall covered in a collection of full sketchbooks. An empty sketchbook was laying on the nightstand next to his bed, alongside a bunch of pencils and pens.
“I can get you some blankets if you’d rather sleep on the floor-” Edd quickly interrupted himself. “I-I mean I can sleep on the floor if, if you don’t want you,” you’d never seen him this nervous, causing you to chuckle.
It was actually pretty cute. Though, of course, you were still concerned. 
“Are you alright, dude?” you questioned. 
“Yeah, why?” he paused.
“Is there something you want to tell me or-? You just seem a little anxious, is all,” you sat on the edge of his bed.
“No, no, I’m fine,” he failed to give you reasoning as he searched his closest for blankets.
He soon came to remember that they were currently in the wash and would be in there for at least another twenty minutes. While, of course, he could just wait, both of you were very tired and wanted to get to sleep. He was very much willing to sleep on the floor without cushioning, but he knew you’d oblige.
“We could just share your bed,” you spoke up, catching him off guard.
“Oh- I.. I guess we could,” he glanced back at you, closing the closet. 
“Well, come on. I’m sleepy,” you chuckled, scooting under the covers. 
Edd joined you. He was careful to keep his space as not to make you uncomfortable. He lied next to you, awkwardly. Your eyes slowly fluttered shut, though you didn’t fall asleep for a while. You were worried about Edd because you’d never seen him like this. But it didn’t seem like he was going to share what was going on, based off of how quickly he shut you down when you’d questioned him earlier. You let out a sigh, trying to enjoy the quiet. At least ten minutes went by and you had sat there thinking about all sorts of things. Just letting your mind wander until you fell asleep. That was until you heard a quiet groan come from Edd, sounding frustrated. 
“God, why is it so hard to talk to you,” he muttered to himself.
You fought the urge to frown, assuming that he was referring to you making it difficult.
“It’s five words, it shouldn’t be this hard,” he continued, quietly. 
You felt bad for being nosy, but you wanted to see where this was going. You thought you might have done something wrong, but the way he was wording everything frankly confused you. 
He sighed, rolling over to face you. There was a short silence before he began talking again. 
“How are you always so beautiful,” he mumbled.
Your reaction would’ve been to gasp and ask if you’d heard him right but trying to act as if you were asleep your lips merely parted. You felt his hand cup your cheek, catching you off guard. He took it back after a moment.
“I can only dream, huh,”
Nothing happened for a bit. Maybe two or three minutes passed before he did anything else. You felt his arm wrap around you, his head resting on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. It calmed him, similar to rocking a baby to sleep. 
You weren’t sure what to do. You weren’t entirely sure if you had feelings for him or not- you’d actually never thought about it before. It wasn’t something you would have been able to come to terms with, assuming he wouldn’t have felt the same. Though now that you knew he did, you came to the realization that you did, in fact, have feelings for this Cola loving dork.
You hesitated. Half wanting to tell him and half wanting to just go to sleep. Though, your curiosity got the best of you as you wanted to know what would happen. You sleepily sat up, causing Edds eyes to snap open. He quickly pulled away from you and rolled over. 
You giggled quietly.
“Edd, I know you’re awake,” you whispered, shaking him lightly with your hand. 
After a moment he glanced back at you. 
“Sorry,” he wanted to avoid eye contact, but the way the moon lit up your eyes made it impossible to look away. 
“It’s alright,” you smiled. 
“I just wanted to say something really quick,” you began.
He hesitantly sat up, you two now face to face. Well- almost. He was taller than you. (HE’S LIKE 6′2 LMFAO)
“What’s up?” he inquired. 
“Well, I heard what you said,” his eyes went wide. 
Suddenly it was more difficult to look at you.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I should have kept that to myself,” his gaze shifted down to his hands. 
You chuckled under your breath. “Edd,” you began.
You both wanted him to glance back up at you, but he didn’t. So, you gently took hold of his chin and tilted his head up. You both realized just how close you two were, but neither of you wanted to back away.
“I..” you wanted to tell him, but a different urge was a bit more powerful. 
Your eyes fell from his down to his lips. You knew you should ask first but it was just too tempting.
You leaned closer to him. Once he understood what you were doing, he copied the motion, pink brushing his cheeks. Eventually, your lips joined his and danced together. You could smell Cola now that his mouth was so close to your nose. The feeling shared between the two of you was indescribable. Fireworks went off in his stomach. This was not at all what he expected to happen when you told him you’d heard his mumbling, but he was happy with the outcome. 
He rested his arms around your waist, smiling into the kiss. After a moment you pulled away for air, looking into his eyes. You returned his giddy smile and giggled. 
“You’re so cute,” you let out. 
“Don’t act like you aren’t, too,” he replied, cupping your cheek. 
“Oh, I also wanted to ask. What were the five words you were referring to?” you questioned. 
“They were,” he paused, hesitant. “I have feelings for you,” 
You were at a loss for words as you examined his face. It was so amazing up close. He was so pretty. 
He pecked your nose.
“Let’s go to bed,” he lied back down and waited for you. 
You copied the action and wrapped your arm around him. You rested your head on Edd’s chest. He placed his hand atop your head and played with your hair, putting you to sleep pretty quickly. He fell asleep soon after.
Matt:
His room was actually pretty neat, he’d cleaned it since he knew you were coming over. Though there was a lot of mirrors. You didn’t expect much different, to be honest. There were shelves full of nifty little trinkets and items he’d collected over time. And plenty of novelty toys. You took a seat on his bed which was very soft and bouncy. You chuckled to yourself imagining Matt jumping on the bed. 
“So,” he began. 
“Um, quick question,” he said, pushing aside whatever he’d planned on saying as recalled the question he wanted to ask earlier. 
“Yes?” you looked up at him.
“Uh- is this a date?” he looked down at his fidgety hands. 
You didn’t really know what to say. Either way you wouldn’t have gotten the chance to respond because he continued talking.
“Sorry, that was a weird question. I’ll put some blankets down,” he turned to his closet. 
You wanted to answer his question but felt you should leave it alone. While he really wanted an answer, he was too afraid of rejection to ask again.
Matt layed out a few blankets on the floor, quick to hop into bed. Which confused you. You’d stayed the night before and you would usually stay up late because you were the only person that would let him rant all night about things he loved. You were a little worried but didn’t say anything. You took your shoes off and lied down.                                    
You closed your eyes but couldn’t manage to keep it that way. In fact, you sat there awake for nearly twenty minutes. You weren’t sure if it was because of your worry or if you were just dealing with insomnia. It could have been because you were laying on the floor. Which brought upon you another concern. Matt might be a narcissist but he’s still considerate of his friends. Yet he had you sleep on the hardwood floor. Something was definitely wrong. You slowly stood and crawled onto his bed. You reached out to shake him but were interrupted when he began to speak. 
“How pathetic,” he stated.
You didn’t know what/who he was referring to, or the context. You wanted to question him but were curious to whether or not he’d keep speaking. He said not another word. Though you heard a soft slap. You peered over him to see his palm against his forehead. You really wanted to know what was going on. Your lips parted to speak, but..
“I’m not that stupid, am I? I made them sleep on the floor!” he exclaimed, though still keeping quiet.
You felt really bad about the way he was referring to himself, wondering if the earlier comment was also about himself.
“Come on, Matt,” he continued. 
You placed your hand on his arm causing him to jump and yelp in surprise. He looked back at you, quickly. 
“Matt,” you began, the look on your face catching his attention.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Are you?” you replied with a question. 
He stared at you for a second, desperately wanting to tell you the truth.
Though, you of course didn’t know what the truth was. You just wanted to know why he was talking so badly about himself.
“You aren’t stupid,” you began.
His face shifted from the usual lit up concern when one of his friends were upset to one you’d never seen before. He was genuinely shocked that you would say that. He’d always been known for being dumb and ignorant. 
“Or pathetic,” you continued. 
“And I don’t mind sleeping on the floor, dude,” 
He cringed softly at the last word.
“Why do you think that, Matt?” you took your hand back as he sat up. 
“I...” his voice was low and quiet. 
It was strange hearing the difference from his usual upbeat tone.
“It’s... I can’t tell you,” he sighed in defeat.
“Wh-” he looked down.
You slid your hand up to his chin.
“What’s going on?” you lifted his face to look back at you.
He took your hand away, clearly distraught by the touch.
“I’m..” he started, but couldn’t finish.
He’d never had this problem and he hated it. He never had an issue speaking to anybody, he’s a confident person. And he’d only ever felt this way for himself. He didn’t want to feel this way, but he really did and there wasn’t anything he could do about it. 
“Matt,” you cupped his cheek, rubbing circles on his soft skin with your thumb.
His demeanor faltered as he slumped forward, wrapping his arms around you to envelope you in a hug. You didn’t do anything for a moment, trying to think of any kind of answer. Nothing. You relaxed into him, your arms slithering around his back.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. 
“For what?” 
“For being in-” his breath hitched as he realized what was about to slip. 
He wasn’t thinking straight. 
“For..” he wanted to tell you so badly.
“It’s okay, you can tell me anything,” you mumbled reassuringly. 
At this point you were just scared. It was like he was teasing you. You pulled way and rested both of your hands firmly on his arms. He looked down at you, his expression unexplainable. You just wanted him to say something, anything. And so did he. Though with how close your faces were, you couldn’t help but occasionally glance down at his lips. You did every time you got close to him, actually. It was a habit at this point. You were positive you’d developed feelings for him, but that wasn’t important. You were trying hard not to get distracted, but his beautiful eyes staring into yours was hard to ignore. It seemed like he was doing the same, actually. His eyes kept slipping away from yours and looking down to your parted lips. This caused you to wonder if he was thinking the same as you. You didn’t want to take the risk, but he didn’t seem as hesitant. He knew it was a bad idea but the temptation was nearly controlling him. His arms were still around you so he took the opportunity to pull you closer.
“Matt?” you began, but before you could say anything else his face fell to yours.
Your eyes shot wide open as his lips made awkward contact with yours. He quickly pulled away, finally coming back to his senses.
“I’m sorry!” he pulled back from you, covering his mouth with his hands, shocked with himself.
“I...” you gazed at him, unsure what to do next.
“I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry! I should have just told you, that was dumb I’m-”
Now knowing something in him felt the same as you, you took his hands away from his mouth and pulled him back into a longer kiss, your hand holding his face by his jawline. 
After a moment of processing, he melted into it, resting his arms on your shoulders. Your free hand moved to play with his hair, softly. 
He smiled, holding you as close to him as he could, your bodies pressed against each other. His lips were soft and tasted like candy. After a moment or two, you let go of him to take a breath. His eyes pierced yours and you were unable to look away. The love speckled in the soft blue circles could light up an entire city. You giggled quietly, leaning forward to peck his nose.
“We should sleep,” you suggested.
“Aww,” he frowned.
“I wanted to keep kissing,” he mumbled, causing you to chuckle.
You kissed him again before laying back.
“Come one, big guy,” he rolled his eyes, jokingly and joined you, wrapping his arm around you.
You snuggled up to him, burying your face in his chest. You two fell asleep soon after.
Tom:
His room was actually kind of empty. The only things in there being his bed, a lamp, dresser, and a closet. And his bass, of course. You chuckled when you noticed the teddy bear sat on his bed. Tom realized what you were looking at and rushed to grab it, hiding it behind his back.
“I- I don’t know who’s this is,” he lied.
You giggled at him.
“You’re adorable,” you let out quietly. 
You would compliment him occasionally, finding his flustered face funny. His cheeks would be brushed with pink and his widened eyes would turn white. He avoided looking at you until you spoke up again. 
“Well, I’m really tired. Want me to crash on the floor, or-?” 
He thought for a moment.
“That’d be kinda rude, wouldn’t it?” he questioned.
“Yeah, I guess it would,” you glanced down at the hardwood.
Definitely would be uncomfortable. 
“I can take the floor,” Tom began. 
“What? No, you don’t have to do that.” you sat on the edge of his bed. 
“What else would I do? My bed isn’t big enough for both of us,” he told.
Though, his bed would probably fit three people now that you’re looking at it. You weren’t sure if he just assumed you didn’t want to share his bed or if he was who didn’t want to share.
“Fine, fine. Sleep on the floor,” you chuckled as you lied back, getting under the covers snuggly. 
He stood there for a moment before shrugging and grabbing some of the blankets that were folded at the end of the bed and set them on the floor. He chucked the teddy bear he’d been holding beside you before laying down on the barely cushioned floor. He was quick to realize just how hard the floor was. But he’d already made his decision, so he didn’t move. 
You turned to see Tommy bear next to you and giggled under your breath. You grabbed the small bear and cuddled it, some part of you secretly wishing it was Tom, but obviously you weren’t going to say anything. You worried if he’d even be able to sleep considering where he was resting. He seemed pretty convinced that he didn’t want to share his bed though, so you weren’t going to try and change his mind.
Truthfully, he had assumed that you’d be uncomfortable in the same bed as him and he didn’t want to take any chances, so he didn’t even ask. He didn’t want to take the floor and he knew there was enough room for both of you on his mattress, but. Well, now that he’s thinking about it, he might just wait for you to fall asleep. 
You were actually wondering if that’s what he planned on doing. If you were him, you’d definitely do that. So, you let a few minutes pass before fake snoring to see what would happen. You didn’t know if you snored or not, but you certainly don’t do it when you’re awake. 
After a couple minutes went by, you heard shuffling and a yawn. The bed sunk slightly as Tom crawled into the bed, careful not to make any contact with you. He couldn’t help but smile when he noticed the teddy bear in your arms. He chuckled quietly before lying back, staring at your fake-sleeping face.
The temptation to open your eyes was strong, so you rolled over, looking at the wall, no longer snoring. Though that didn’t seem to faze Tom.
“This is a bad idea,” he whispered to himself a few times.
You suddenly felt his arm wrap around you, and he buried his face in your neck. You didn’t really know how to react, your face becoming warm while you tried to process what just happened. A smile stretched across your face, and you turned, resting your arm around Toms waist, pulling him closer. His eyes shot wide open at the movement, though he didn’t budge. 
“See? Told you you were adorable,” you joked, quietly.
“I-” he didn’t know what to say. 
“You’re a dork,” you pecked the top of his head. 
“(Reader)?” he began, hesitant.
He wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to say this, but it was already in motion so there wasn’t any turning back. He’d just say something else, but his head was empty.
“Yeah?” you questioned. 
“I..” he held his breath for a moment.
Tom pulled back and gently peeled your arm off of him, sitting up. You joined him, now a little concerned. 
“What’s up?” you questioned, again. 
“This is really difficult,” he chuckled under his breath. 
“You can tell me whatever, dude,” you put your hand on his shoulder. 
“Okay,” he sighed. 
“I lo-” he interrupted himself. 
You were a little frustrated, to be honest. He’s done this a few times- coming close to telling you something important but never being able to finish it.
“-ve.. you,” he continued. 
You put the words together, lighting up when you realized what he’d said. Your smile returned and you pulled him into a tight embrace. His breath hitched, not at all expected this response. He was awaiting you to pack and leave, or worse go off on him. He’d been rejected a lot, so he wasn’t sure what else to expect.
“I love you too, Tom,” you mumbled into his chest.
There was a moment of silence. He wondered if you were joking- pulling some cruel prank. But you’ve pulled pranks before, and they were easy to figure out. And also poorly staged. But there was no way you could have known he was going to confess tonight. Hell, even he didn’t plan on doing this tonight. But for once the time had been right.
He slid his arms around your waist, slowly. He was gentle, ever so carefully resting his head atop of yours. You’d never seen him so damn hesitant. It was a nice difference, and also pretty cute. 
After a bit, he quietly nudged you off of him, keeping his hands planted on your waist.
“Can I...” he paused, wondering if it was too early.
“Can I kiss you?” he inquired. 
You looked at him for a moment, really taking in his features. The moon lit his face in such a nice way, it was hard to look away. Of course, he didn’t have eyes so there wasn’t much to look at there, aside from light eye bags and- ohmygod he’s wearing eye liner. You also noticed the few freckles he had. Alongside very chapped lips, but you didn’t mind. His nose looked like it’d been broken before- probably from some adventure with those friends of his. You cupped his cheek; his skin was surprisingly soft. 
“Of course,” you finally replied. 
He began leaning forward, but you didn’t want to wait. You quickly pressed your lips against his for a moment. He didn’t react at first. When you pulled away, he rubbed his nape nervously.
“I um... I’ve never kissed anyone before so- sorry if I mess it up,” he avoided your eyes.
“That’s okay,” you giggled, kissing his cheek. 
“You’re so cute,” you let out, repeating your action before laying back down. 
“Seriously, though, I’m really tired,” you glanced up at him.
He nodded and joined you, cuddling you again. He buried his face in your chest and you pecked his head again. You both fell asleep soon after, sleeping soundly the rest of the night.
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unmistakablyunknown · 3 years
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From The Ashes {15}
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Chapter Fifteen: Creatures of Comfort
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Description: Andi and Kelly make the most of their 48 hours off-shift. Celebratory drinks are shared at Molly’s in light of Andi’s promotion to Truck company and the fact that she’s going to be an Aunt. An interesting conversation unfolds.
Word Count: 3,183
Warning(s): mild language, mentions of canon-typical gore/drama, IMPLIED AND EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ ONLY, semi-domestic goodness, pillow-talk, Soft!Kelly, mentions of drinking/alcohol in a social setting, conversations surrounding past trauma
[A/N: sorry this took so long to get out! I’ve had such a hectic weekend lmao but she’s here!! I’d also fully recommend listening to Love Me Harder by Ariana Grande + The Weeknd and Good Kisser by Usher to get the proper vibes for this chapter :) there’s some big moments between Kelly and Andi in this one so feel free to come and yell at me about them!! - L]
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Eventually, Andi fell asleep tucked into Kelly’s side. It was - surprisingly - one of the more peaceful moments of sleep she’d had since the incident. When she woke up, Andi was surprised to see that Kelly hadn’t moved either.
“Hey,” he greeted hoarsely and she hummed in reply.
“Is it too early for lunch yet?” Andi questioned as she rolled onto her back and stretched her arms above her head. Kelly let out a sleep-laced chuckle as he watched her through half-lidded eyes.
“A little. But I’m sure there are plenty of ways to pass the time,” Kelly stated with a grin as she settled back into his side.
“Oh yeah?” she challenged him with a teasing smile. Her fingers traced small circles on his chest before he rolled over to prop himself up on top of her.
“Yeah.” Neither one of them could get rid of the smiles on their faces. The warmth of their shared body heat was enough for them as the sheets fell to their waists and tangled around their legs. Andi reached up and let her fingers graze down Kelly’s cheek, the stubble on his skin tickled the pad of her fingers.
“What?” Kelly seemed to be confused by the tender touches and silent admiration from the woman beneath him, glowing in the mid-morning light that filtered through the window.
“Nothing, just enjoying the view,” she assured him in a hushed tone. Noses brushed against one another before they shared another kiss. Andi draped her arms around his neck and shoulders, pulled him in as close as physically possible.
“Says the woman who’s covered in literal art. I think I win that one.” Andi shook her head with a playful eyeroll and gently pushed Kelly so he lay back amongst the pillows.
“Lieutenant, I’m starting to think that you’ve got an unusual attraction to my tattoos. Care to comment?” she teased as she moved to straddle him. Inked skin in contrast to his own. Kelly held her by the waist, his fingers splayed across the entwined patterns and pictures.
“Which one did you get first?” Andi took a second to think about it but pointed to her left thigh. A pretty bunch of flowers was illustrated on her sandy-beige skin with some flecks of colour. The bouquet stood out nicely amongst the other black and white lines on her thigh.
“This one.”
“What are they for? If they mean anything, that is.”
“They’re birth flowers. For my parents and my sister -” she began and moved his hand to the tattoo and let his fingers graze over it “- A carnation for my Mitéra, a daisy for my Bampás, a marigold for Chelsea and mine’s a rose.” He made a noise of interest and ran his thumb back and forth over the lines and the shading.
“They’re really pretty. Which one’s your favourite?” Once again, Andi guided his hand to her upper arm, the Ares and Aphrodite tattoo that spanned across her bicep.
“The one you got for your parents,” he remembered and she broke into a bright smile.
“You remembered?”
“Of course I did. Tell me more about it. About them.” Andi moved to lie down next to him and when she was comfortable, Kelly ran his fingers across the design on her bicep and it brought her out in goosebumps.
“Alright, since you asked… In classic mythology, Áris and Afrodíti had an affair that lasted aeons. The entire duration of her marriage to Ífaistos. She even bore him five children,” Andi began to explain with a softness in her voice, “Éros, the God of passion and fertility, Ántros is the God of requited love, Deímos was the God of terror and dread, Fóvos was panic and flight, and Armonía, the Goddess of harmony and concord.”
“Go on,” he prompted with a grin and she obliged with a deep breath.
“Well, I thought it was the most fitting way to honour them, y’know? With my mom being Greek - and a total knock-out - and my dad being a veteran, it makes sense if you don’t read into it too much,” she finished and Kelly seemed enthralled by the information.
“Family’s a big thing for you, huh?” Kelly questioned in a hushed tone as he pulled her closer to him.
“Yeah. Especially back in Greece. Which is why I got so mad at Chelsea, I guess. Oikogéneia is the foundation of most things in Greek society,” Andi confessed with a slight sigh.
There was a beat of silence and when Andi looked up at Kelly, there was an unreadable expression on his face. Andi cocked an eyebrow and flicked a stray curl out of her face.
“What?”
“No - nothing… It’s nothing,” he tried to brush it off but Andi refused to let him get out of it that easily.
“There’s obviously something. You can tell me,” she assured him and drummed her ringed fingers against his chest.
“You’ll laugh.”
“I won’t, I promise.” Kelly sat up and Andi followed. She made herself comfortable in his lap and awaited his reply.
“I…” He let out a sigh before he cleared his throat and looked up at her “I really like listening to you speak Greek.” Of all the things Andi expected Kelly to say, that was the last on the list.
“Oh?” There was no harshness to her words and that seemed to surprise Kelly.
“You sound surprised?”
“Well, I mean, you’re probably the first person to say that me speaking my native language is kind of a turn on, so excuse me for not knowing what to say,” Andi responded with a fluttery feeling in her stomach.
“When you put it like that - “
“No! No, I’m flattered, I am! It’s just not what I expected you to say.” They both laughed and Andi pulled the sheets up around her waist.
“Could you teach me some phrases?”
“You want me… To teach you Greek?”
“Yeah! I mean, only if you want to -” Andi cut him off with a kiss and a bright smile.
“Trust me, Kelly it’s the most normal thing any guy has ever asked me to do. Of course, I’ll teach you,” she agreed and it made Kelly smile even more.
“Okay, okay. Something easy - how would I introduce myself?”
“Easy? Sure. Repeat after me - Geia sas, to ónomá mou eínai Kelly.” He tried to get his teeth around the sounds and syllables, but ultimately failed and burst into a fit of laughter.
“I’m gonna need you to run that one by me again.”
“Alright, slowly. Geia sas -”
“G-Geia sas,” he echoed. Andi pressed a kiss to his cheek as positive reinforcement.
“To ónomá -”
“To o-ónomá?” Another kiss, closer to his lips this time.
“Mou eínai, and then your name on the end,” she finished and ran a hand through her hair.
“Mou eínai, Kelly.” And when he repeated the sentence fully - albeit with a few fumbles - Andi kissed him properly.
“You learn fast, Omorfo agóri,” she teased and he pinched her sides. Made her gasp and giggle before collapsing onto him with a wave of uncontrollable laughter. It devolved into a tickle fight and when they both eventually ran out of energy to go on any further, they lay in a breathless mess of sheets and pillows.
“You want coffee?” Andi eventually questioned, still struggling to catch her breath. All Kelly could do in response was nod, so as he calmed down, she wrapped the sheets around her in a makeshift dress and headed to the door.
“Black with two sugars, please!” he called out as she stepped into the main space of the apartment.
“I see you’ve finally decided to come up for air,” Shay greeted from the kitchenette and made Andi jump.
“Shay! Hi - this, this isn’t what it looks like, I swear,” she began to ramble but the blonde dissolved into laughter as she poured herself another mug of coffee.
“Andi, relax before you hurt yourself. It’s fine.” Overcome with a sudden awkwardness, Andi leant against the counter and let out a slightly shaky breath.
“I just… I didn’t want you to think -”
“You’re sleeping with Kelly, not committing heinous war crimes. So long as you’re being safe and you keep it in the bedroom, do whatever the hell you want,” she assured Andi as she tidied up the few breakfast things she’d used.
“Thanks? Look, Shay, I really enjoy being friends with you and I don’t want whatever it is that’s going on between me and Kelly to get in the way of that. If you’d rather I kept my distance, I could respect that,” Andi tried to appease the blonde, feeling like it was necessary to make that clear to her.
“Just… Make sure you’re honest with him. He tends to go all-in when he’s into someone, so if that’s not something you can stomach, let him know before you get in too deep,” Shay replied with an earnest look on her face.
“Absolutely - I mean, I’m still trying to figure out what we are. But I understand.” With a smile and a slight nod of her head, Shay disappeared back into her room, leaving Andi to make coffee for her and Kelly.
Afternoon light filtered in through the kitchen blinds and cast a warm glow over everything. With two cups full of fresh coffee, Andi made her way back into Kelly’s bedroom. She kicked the door shut gently behind her before she moved to set the cups down on the bedside table.
“Everything alright?” Kelly questioned from his position at the top of the bed, propped up against the headboard.
“Yeah! Totally, but I think Shay just gave me the shovel talk,” she mused in reply as she handed Kelly his coffee and got comfortable on the bed next to him.
“Really? What did she say?”
“Don’t worry about it - just girl talk,” Andi assured him as they settled in next to one another again.
                                                       -/-/-
Hours later when it had started to get dark and the rainclouds had moved in, Shay, Kelly and Andi had made their way to Molly’s in favour of unwinding with a few drinks with the others. As they made the dash from their cars to the bar, the rain persisted in heavy, wind-blown sheets.
“Herrmann, what the hell did you do to the weather, huh?” Andi joked as she shrugged her jacket off and hung it up by the door. She shook out the rain that had fallen into her hair and took a seat with Kelly at the bar whilst Shay gravitated to Gabby for a while.
“Haha, very funny. What are you drinking, Ramirez?” Herrmann questioned in reply, not short on sarcasm.
“Lemonade, no vodka, please.”
“Is there something you’re not telling us, Andi?” he joked and Kelly looked at her with a flash of panic in his eyes.
“What? No! I’m almost thirty and I can’t keep drinking like a college student. It doesn’t agree with me,” she assured them both and pushed her hair over her shoulders. With a noise of acknowledgement, Herrmann went off to get their drinks. Kelly shuffled his barstool closer and rested his elbows on the varnished bar top.
“We don’t have to stay too long if you don’t want to -”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Well, I don’t wanna be too forward, but if you wanted to stay over tonight, you’re gonna need more than my bedsheet to wear in the morning,” he explained with a boyish grin. Andi stifled a laugh and shoulder-nudged him playfully.
“I don’t remember you complaining all that much,” Andi countered as their drinks were slid across the bar to them. The hours began to melt away and friendly conversation filled the air between them. Things seemed natural. Easy. Andi almost forgot that not even two months earlier, they’d been at each other’s throats and arguing practically nonstop.
“- Y’know, I used to work behind a bar whilst I was at College?”
“Really?” The music had since become louder and the two of them a lot more comfortable after several rounds of drinks.
“Yeah! It was this super cool, nineties bar that played nothing but West Coast music. It was an awesome job,” she explained, swaying slightly to the music that played overhead.
“Better than being a firefighter?” Kelly teased.
“No! No way, I love being a firefighter and it’s the best career decision I’ve ever made!” she exclaimed before she finished her drink and slid down off her chair. Andi shuffled closer to Kelly and leaned in to whisper something into his ear.
“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, then, I’m going to meet you back at your place. Sound good?”
“Yeah, yeah. Absolutely. I’ll meet you there.” True to her word, Andi disappeared into the bathrooms and when she was done, gave herself a once-over in the mirrors. Her face was fuller, there was a slight radiance that had returned to her complexion. She looked happier and the almost long-forgotten twinkle was shining in her eyes.
“Leaving so soon?” Cruz teased from the booth nearest the door as Andi reached for her jacket.
“Yeah, I’ve got a load of crap to go through with Chelsea and wedding plans - don’t think it’d look good if I turned up hungover, y’know?”
“Alright, take care!” he called after Andi as she ducked out into the night air. The rain had since eased off and there was just a slight mist in the air that was welcomed against her flush face. When she made it back to his apartment, the fresh air had helped her sober up slightly and prepare for Kelly’s arrival. Minutes later, he rolled to a stop curbside and climbed out.
“Hey -” She was cut off when he cupped her face and pulled her in for a heated kiss. Kelly backed her up to the brick wall next to the door. Andi’s hands dipped under his jacket and pulled him in by the belt loops on his jeans. With his hips pressed against hers and a hand lingering around her throat, Kelly kissed her like a man starved of oxygen breathing air for the first time.
“What was that for?” Andi questioned breathlessly when he finally pulled away. Pupils blown and lips parted, Kelly could only smile back at her giddily.
“Because I wanted to,” he stated and stepped away to unlock the main door. All too eager, Andi followed after him and they made their way up to his apartment.
The door barely clicked shut and they pounced on one another. Clothes were trailed from the door to his bedroom as they pulled and pushed and pawed at one another. By the time they were down to their underwear, Andi was an aching, needy mess. She landed amongst the fresh sheets on his bed and he was quick to pin her down beneath him.
“I believe I owe you one from earlier,” Kelly mused as he pressed a trail of hot kisses to the patch of skin that remained un-inked under her jaw.
“What makes you say that?” Andi let out a sigh as he pushed her underwear down and moved to settle between her thighs. The stubble on his cheeks and jaw tickled the tender skin of her inner thighs and prompted her to try and clench them shut, but Kelly was firm in making sure that didn’t happen.
“Well, you did that thing with your tongue, I figured I should return the favour.” Andi’s stomach flipped in anticipation.
“Oh, God,” she gasped at the realisation that he was deadly serious. Without giving Andi the chance to dissuade him, Kelly began to tease her with kisses along the apex of her thigh. Kissed every inch of inked skin around her hips and inner thighs. He took his sweet time in making his way to where she wanted him the most. Andi ached in anticipation and her skin flushed with heat as he finally delved in with his tongue and index finger.
Unused to the sensation, Andi’s hips bucked involuntarily and a sharp gasp left her mouth. Kelly’s muffled chuckle just about reached her ears as he continued to work her over. Her fingers threaded through his hair and tugged. Andi’s free hand grabbed a fistful of the sheets beneath her in an effort to release the overwhelming feelings that washed over her.
“Hey - hey, don’t be shy, I know you can make more noise than that,” he prompted before returning to the task at hand. Kelly pushed a second finger into her heat and couldn’t hide the laugh that resonated from his chest and vibrated against her core when she let out a drawn-out whine mixed with a moan.
“Fuck -” Andi became overwhelmed with the sensations that bombarded her and before long, she had a white-knuckle grip on the sheets and tears welled in her eyes. Not minutes later, euphoric tears rolled down her cheeks and she came undone against Kelly’s tongue. The tears continued to fall as she rode out the high and tried to catch her breath.
“Gamóto, Kelly,” she sighed and pushed a few errant curls away from her face.
“Hey, everything alright?” Kelly was quick to check when he moved back up to the top of the bed and pulled her into his side.
“Yeah - I’m fine, really,” Andi assured him shakily as she pressed a slightly trembling hand to his chest.
“But you’re crying?”
“Nothing get’s past you, huh? I’m fine, Kelly, I swear. I’m just not used to someone actually wanting to make me feel good, I guess,” she stated with a slight shrug. What she wanted to tell him was the truth about just how dire her relationship with Josslyn had been, but it didn’t quite seem like the time or place.
He deserves to know.
“Well, you deserve to know the truth,” Andi began and turned on to her side to look at him properly. Her inner thighs were starting to feel tender from the stubble burn.
“You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. Andi, I’m not gonna force you to tell me something if you’re not ready. I’ll be patient and wait,” Kelly assured her and she took a deep breath.
“When I was with Josslyn… She never cared whether or not I got to finish and there was more than one occasion when I wasn’t in the mood and she, uh - well, she wore me down enough that I eventually said yes. None of the sex was good with her.” Kelly didn’t say anything, just let Andi continue to talk.
“The truth is until I started sleeping with you, I didn’t know sex could be this fun, let alone feel that good. Thank you, Kelly. For opening my eyes to a whole new perspective.”
“I really appreciate your honesty, Andi. It means a lot to know you trust me like that. And I promise, right here, right now, that tonight, I’m not stopping until you find it difficult to walk.”
“I’m so okay with that,” she conceded with a grin. The conversation had taken a weight off of Andi’s tattooed shoulders and the night lay ahead of them, full of possibilities.
-/-/-
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paper bandits | jimin
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pairing: jimin x reader
genre: high school au | fluff, humor, angst
word count: 12.9k
warning/s: stealing and lots of ogling Jimin moments lmao.
summary:  It’s pretty irresponsible for a student librarian to abandon her tasks in exchange for hiding behind a bookshelf at the back of the library, doing something impermissible with the class president you’re starting to crush really hard but oh well.
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The flag ceremony has been taking too long for your liking since the principal of the school managed to squeeze in her infamous ‘short speech’ that’s not even short to begin with as it has already been fifteen minutes when the speech started and she’s probably unaware that she has already taken ten minutes of everyone’s homeroom period.
Also, it isn’t very ideal to stand for an extended time and endure the cold spring air, specially in the early morning. Your school uniform isn’t enough to protect you away from the cold. Sure, you’re fully clothed with your long sleeve shirt, black vest, and navy blue blazer yet your lower body is freezing and suffering with only a skirt to cover your legs hence the reason why you’re brushing your shin against the back of your leg for some warmth.
You were relieved to hear that the principal started to conclude her speech, thinking you could finally do your unfinished Calculus homework for homeroom only to crush you down when she called the Student Council President, Kim Namjoon, for an announcement regarding his school project advocacy he implemented at the beginning of the school year - Project Paper Drive.
It’s main purpose is to encourage students to recycle paper materials such as newspapers, carton boxes, and other paper recyclables you can name. Essentially, the class with the highest contribution of recyclables by the end of the school year will be granted a pool party by the school’s very own swimming pool area plus a free food catering that will only be exclusive for the winning class. 
It’s also the reason why the competition has become fiercer between classes, specially those who are leading in the ranks. Ever since the project started, your class and Namjoon’s have always been battling to take the first place to which Namjoon’s class claimed the top spot during the first quarter only for your class to take their place by the second quarter, leaving you on a tie as of the moment.
“Good Morning! I am here to announce the top five classes this third quarter for Project Paper Drive” Namjoon announced to the microphone as he looked down on the paper he’s holding.
“Do you think we’re at number 1 this time?” Sora - your friend - asked you as she looked back at you with a quite anxious look that mirrors your exact same face right now as you eagerly wait to hear the results.
“I hope so” 
“The top two this time is…” you closed your eyes as you crossed your fingers, hoping that it’ll be Namjoon’s class but you were distracted upon the loud screams by your right when Namjoon spoke up, “Class 3-2! Congratulations Class 4-1 for taking the first place this third quarter!”
You bitterly looked over at Class 4-1 which happens to be Namjoon’s class. A scowl on your face is evident when you see them excitedly cheer each other, knowing how they now have the advantage of winning the project but that’s not what particularly is ticking you off. 
“Isn’t it unfair to let Namjoon’s class participate in this project?” you snickered to Sora.
“I bet he told them the project before the school started so they could have a head start.”
You were about to complain more when Namjoon announced that they'd discovered the school’s archived newspapers in the recyclables but they were unable to trace to which class it came from since all of the recyclables are combined all together and ready for sorting when they have found out. 
Namjoon then warned that the class will be eliminated from the project once they found out which class is responsible for stealing one of the school’s property.
“Everyone sure is competitive to go through those lengths” Sora said as she chuckled but you disregard her statement as you ask about one thing you’re more interested in.
“What happens though if we win next quarter? I mean-” you weren’t able to finish your sentence when your class adviser, Ms. Sung, shushed you as she ordered you to stand straight and put your arms on both of your sides, not even noticing that Namjoon’s done with his announcement, leaving everyone to go back to their own classrooms in an orderly manner. 
As you got back to your room, the once quiet and disciplined class in the school grounds turned into a bit of a chaotic scene now that you only have twenty minutes left for your homeroom period, making everyone in a rush as some get in and out of the room to get their things in their locker while the others are chatting loudly or how the others are doing their unfinished homeworks like what you are doing right now.
You fell asleep last night when you were working on your Calculus homework and you sure do regret it now as it’s the next subject after homeroom and you still have four questions yet to be answered or maybe you could blame it on the school principal’s ‘short speech’.
“Are you done with your Calculus homework?” you urgently asked Sora who just plopped her books down on her table next to yours, reminding yourself to get your things once you're done with this. 
“Here” Sora handed you her homework, thanking her as you wrote down the answers as fast as possible and once you were done, you stood up as you hurriedly made your way towards the door to go to your locker but Ms. Sung called you before you could make it outside the room.
“Y’N, can you call the class president while you’re outside?” you nodded as you got out of the classroom and you were instantly greeted with an empty hallway, considering everyone went through their lockers earlier except for you but you’re clueless where the class president is because you’re pretty much the only person in the hallway that is until you turned around the corner.
You first saw Jimin chatting up with his friends, Taehyung and Minjae, in a serious conversation as they seemed to not even notice your presence when you passed by. Not wanting to disturb their conversation just yet, you opted to head first towards your locker, looking over your schedule that’s pasted inside the door to get the text books you needed for today.
You looked back to see that they’re still completely unaware of your presence until you closed the door of your locker a bit too loudly when you hit it with your shoulder, cutting their conversation short as they glanced up towards the source of the noise.
“Jimin, Ms. Sung is looking for you” you said, walking to them closer with a bit of an embarrassed look for unexpectedly causing too much of a noise.
Jimin looked at his wristwatch, eyes widening once he took notice of the time, “Hey, let’s get back to the room.”
You continue to walk on your own after having said that but then Taehyung appeared right by your side with a big grin, “Y/N, are you done with Calculus?”
“Yeah, it’s on my table” you smiled, rolling your eyes in the process albeit playfully.
Taehyung is the one you’re closest with out of them three, simply because he’s the one sitting behind you. Truth be told, you were annoyed with him at first because of how he would constantly kick your chair during a quiz to ask you for answers but you eventually warmed up to him when he helped you out on that English quiz and since then, you’ve become ‘cheatmates’.
“Stop bothering her” Jimin said as he shoved Taehyung, making the latter chuckle as he ran off towards the classroom, shouting a thank you to you before he disappeared with Minjae inside the room.
“Here, let me help you” Jimin grabbed your books from you whilst offering you the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen.
This is one of the reasons why every girl in high school looks at him with hearts in their eyes but who wouldn’t anyway when Jimin has such a loving nature and an angel like personality - a total surprising quality for boys like his age who are rather rowdy and annoying. 
Not to mention, he’s also smart and reliable thus the reason why he has been consistently elected as the class president for years now which is totally a plus point  and it is true, that Jimin is indeed irresistible but let’s just say that you could describe your admiration for him as a passive one.
Reason is, it’s way too exhausting to like a boy that every girl likes and you don’t even want to deal with the competition so you don’t even wanna bother to join the other girls though you can’t guarantee that you’re safe away from exhibiting the same heart eyes for him from time to time because come on, we’re talking about Park Jimin here - no one can resist his charms.
“Thanks” you said as Jimin placed it on your table, smiling once again before he went towards the teacher’s table.
“Don’t start” you glared at Sora just as she was about to open her mouth.
“I haven’t even said something”
“I know what you’re going to say” you annoyingly replied, knowing full too well that she was just about to tease you as she always does since she’s that kind of person that sees malice in every little kind gesture from a boy and you sometimes hate how she thinks like that but oh well, you’re teenagers after all.
Jimin then walked towards the teacher’s table as he listened to whatever instruction Ms. Sung is giving him and then he politely bowed with a smile after they were done. He then went up the platform, walking towards the center as he spoke to call everyone’s attention.
“Everyone, I think you’ve all known that the project has been more competitive now that Class 4-1 reclaimed their place but there’s nothing to worry about. We still have one quarter left to top them and our recyclables are less than three kilos from them so it’s not much of a hassle to reclaim the top as long as we work on this together.” Jimin said with full determination, igniting everyone’s competitiveness. He was about to step down the platform that is until one of your classmates shared a brilliant suggestion for everyone to follow.
“I’ve got this from our neighbor” Jihyun stood up, raising her four liter plastic water container she brought with her today for the project, “Why don’t we start to collect recyclables around our neighborhood? It could help raise our numbers for this.”
Jimin clapped his hand as she pointed to Jihyun, “Ah yes, that’s a nice idea Jihyun. Any more suggestions?”
Everyone then started to relay one by one all their brainstormed ideas and it’s just fun to watch how the class looks so eager to win the project much like the attitude everyone exudes when it’s the school’s field day. 
Nothing unites a class more when they’re after the same goal of winning, specially when we’re talking about an exclusive year end class pool party. 
--
“Hey, isn’t it time for your shift already?” Sora asked you whilst looking at her wrist watch, making you do the same only for you to see that it’s already 12:40 in the afternoon which could only mean that you’re duty as the student librarian started ten minutes ago.
You scrambled on your feet as you aimlessly collected all of your things including the book you’re too engrossed reading that caused you to miss the time, “I’ll see you later!”
You hastily went out of the cafeteria as you rushed to the short cut, climbing the stairs two steps at a time until you finally made your way inside the library. You paused for a bit as you tried to catch your breath whilst you leaned your hips against the circulation desk.
“Y/N, you’re late” Ms. Kim, the school librarian, looked at you with a smile then looked back down to continue her duty of photocopying some papers, “I’ll let this pass since you’ve never been late.”
“I’m sorry, i was too busy reading and i didn’t notice the time” you said with relief evident in your voice as you went behind the desk to take the remaining papers from her.
Being a student librarian was not something you imagined to do but ever since junior year started, you decided to take on anything that could build up your student resume and get extra credits in preparation for the college entrance exam you’ll be taking in your senior year.
It’s not like it’s an actual bad thing considering you love reading books anyway but besides that you’ve also decided to compete during the school’s field day for the Volleyball game that got  your team winning first place and to top that, your Science Investigatory Project was chosen to be featured during the Science Fair.
An average student is what describes you best but you muster every effort you got in you to be one of the best students out there since you’ve been dreaming of getting into Seoul National University though you must say that you’re still quite lacking when it comes to academics, specifically at Math.
“Is there anything else i can do?” you asked, placing down the stack of photocopied papers next to her.
Ms. Kim shook his head no at you, “There’s nothing else to do so why don’t you use this as your free time.”
You went to sit down on the corner meant for student librarians like you as you do what Ms. Kim has instructed you and it isn’t quick before you get fully immersed again in reading until you notice that you have a few pages left before the book ends.
“Ms. Kim, has the sequel for this book got returned already?” you asked, remembering how the book is supposed to be returned by now but you don’t recall putting it back on the shelf.
“Oh right”, Ms. Kim snapped her fingers as she remembered something, “I forgot to tell you it was returned last week.”
Getting up, you then proceeded to go to the fiction section where you instantly spotted the second book. You’re reading one of the most in demand book series today which is The Maze Runner. Since everyone’s been dying to borrow it, you took it out of the fiction section as you went at the far right end of the library where the Math section is located to hide it there just because no one really scans Math books anyway which makes it the perfect hiding spot.
As you were about to leave, you heard a knock coming from the back door of the library, causing you to furrow your brows at why would someone knock there when that door isn’t meant to be used since it leads to the fire exit. Regardlessly, you walk around the bookshelf covering the door only for you to discover something unusual.
A boy is crouched down in front of the door as he got an old newspaper from the pile next to him, slipping it under the door where it was pulled fastly as if there’s another person at the other side of the door. You were confused about what's happening until you started to piece out everything just when you recalled Namjoon’s announcement regarding the Paper Drive Project.
Holy shit, this must be the culprit who’s stealing newspapers for the project.
“Ms. Kim! I found the…” you shouted out, ready to snitch the boy who’s cheating their way in the project but you weren’t able to finish your sentence when the boy turned around with a quite startled look and next thing you know, he had his hand around your mouth to shut you up, eventually pinning you against the bookshelf in the process. 
“Y/N…?” the boy in front of you sighed, removing his hand from you to place it instead on top of his chest.
“Jimin?” you bewilderedly looked at him with so many questions running around your head as you look over the pile of newspapers and then back at him, “Are you...the one stealing newspapers?” you asked, lowering your voice as you said the last part.
Before Jimin could answer you, he went back to the door to knock on it two times as if he’s sending some sort of a signal to someone from the other side. Jimin ran his hands along his hair only for him to pull it from frustration whilst he had his other hand rested on his waist with a quite stressed look.
“You’re not going to report me, are you?” Jimin glanced up at you with a worrisome look.
“I don’t know?” you stammered as you try to process everything.
Of course, he forgot that you’re a student librarian and it’s obviously your job to report instances like this but a part of him is confident that you won’t snitch him just because you’re in the same class and you both know that you don’t want the class to get eliminated from the project though he could only hope you’re thinking the same thing as him.
“Um, I guess i need to explain” Jimin grabbed your hand to drag you out behind the bookshelf as he guided you both towards the rows of tables and chairs but your attention was called before you could even settle on your seats.
“Y/N? What happened?” 
Well, you thought you’re being so clever to find out the culprit only for you to end up digging your own grave or let’s just say a mass grave for your class because what are you supposed to say to Ms. Kim? That you find the newspaper thief who happens to be Jimin? 
No,you can’t do that - you can’t risk your class not when the pool party is at stake here.
You should probably think of a lie right now but what’s worse is that you’re a very bad liar and that’s a fact but you should put your best into saying something that’ll make sense. You’re way too deep making up a lie in your head that Jimin had to squeeze your hand - that is surprisingly still holding his - when he noticed you’re taking way too long to answer.
“Ah i found the sequel” you nervously laughed as you pointed your hand swiftly towards the Math section, too swiftly that your hand almost slammed into Ms. Kim’s face who’s clearly startled by your sudden movement, causing you to bite your lip in embarrassment.
God, I’m so awful.
“I was looking for it in the fiction section and it’s - Sorry, i just got excited...i guess” you stopped yourself from rambling, not trusting yourself that you might spew out some nonsense and make yourself more obvious. 
“Alright but remember the rule” she eyed the acrylic banner on the wall that says ‘Please Keep Quiet.’
“Yes, Ms. Kim and I’m sorry again” 
Ms. Kim smiled at the both of you as she left, leaving Jimin to tug you towards the table that’s the farthest from the occupied ones and you are once again reminded of your still intertwined hands that you’ve unknowingly been holding on to ever since you caught him at the back of the library.
As you both sat down side by side, you cleared your throat awkwardly as you tried to unclasp your hand from Jimin who quickly detached your hand from his as he muttered an apology.
“Thank you for not telling,” Jimin muttered as he intertwined both of his hands instead on top of the table but he was suddenly taken aback with the tone of your voice when you spoke up.
“You could’ve been in so much trouble only if it weren’t for me! What would you do if you were caught by someone else!?” you whispered shout as you voiced out your frustration but more so because you’re still stuck in a state of disbelief that Jimin did this and it looks like there must’ve been a glitch in the system for him to be the culprit.
“Well, I guess, I’m lucky you caught me,” Jimin said as he tried to gauge your previous reaction, not really expecting for you to go off on him.
“That’s not the point. I mean, why do you have to steal those newspapers?” you can’t decipher why he needs to risk the class by stealing when there are good various suggestions made by your classmates awhile ago for you to win.
“I’m not stealing, I’m recycling them” Jimin stated out, causing you to furrow your brows even further at his dumb sounding statement, “Look, do you want to have the pool party or not?”
“I do, as much as everyone else” Jimin pointed at you, thinking he got his point across when you’re in fact still a bit lost.
Jimin then began to explain to you that this plan started after the end of the second quarter when your class placed first for the project and everyone looked joyous at the achievement. That specific moment sparked some kind of pride in him hence the reason why he felt the need to win the project for the class.
“Why newspapers though? Why not cardboard boxes, don’t they weigh heavier?”
“Yes, cardboard boxes are heavier but newspapers are being printed daily and they become pretty much useless the next day” Jimin glanced back towards the back of the library before continuing, “There are newspapers there dated five years ago. Why just keep them there when you can recycle them, right?”
Jimin quirked his brows along with a mischievous smile and you could swear that you feel like he’s being such a villain yet a hero at the same time - a Robin Hood of some sorts when he got you convinced by his statement right then and there.
“You’re not the only one on this plan, are you?” you narrowed your eyes as you remember how the newspaper was fastly pulled out as soon as he slipped it under the door.
“Taehyung and Minjae as well but i hope you won’t tell this to your friends or the class since you know, it could be risky and the fewer, the better”
“Okay” you sighed as you got up, ready to leave to go back to the circulation desk but Jimin is a bit discontented with your answer as he’s still perplexed if he could really trust you not to tell everyone.
“Wait” Jimin held your arm, making you sit back down “Do you think it would be smart to have another one in?”
“What do you mean?”
“I just realized that you can be my lookout and since you’re the student librarian, that automatically makes you the least suspicious one to be doing this”
“Like an inside job?” you gave Jimin a deadpan look because if you agree, you could be at risk of losing your extra credits and potentially ruin your credentials if you were caught by chance but on the other note, the pool party is too tempting.
“If you like to call it that way. So is it a deal?” Jimin cheekily smiled, leaning forward to you with his hand held out under the table.
You didn’t contemplate it too much because next thing you know, you grabbed his hand to seal the deal.
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You were out of focus as soon as you heard your stomach grumble, too hungry to even process the discussion about the difference between Ionic Bond and Covalent Bond in Chemistry. As if the gods were in your favor, you looked at the clock above the whiteboard to see that there’s five minutes left before lunch time.
Bored as wits, you pushed down on your click pen as you synchronized it with the ticking movement of the second hand of the clock but it looks like Sora’s not too pleased at what you were doing as she snatched the pen away from your hold.
“Stop, it’s annoying” Sora hissed.
“I’m hungry” you grumbled, regretting it now that you skipped breakfast and recess just because you told yourself that you’re going to take your diet seriously now but it looks like you can’t even make it through your first day.
“What did I tell you? Skipping meals is unhealthy.”
“It’s called intermittent fasting” you reminded Sora as you huff, laying your back against your chair, still looking at the time that seems to be slower than ever so you decided to observe your classmates in the room.
Half the students at the back were either sleeping or chatting up with their seatmate while those who are in front are too engrossed in the lesson whilst you in the middle seems to be caught in between the mood of those who are at the front and back.
Your eyes then remained to the person on the right side of the room who’s seating one row ahead of you, realizing that it has been a week already since you caught him stealing newspapers at the back of the library. 
Also, it has been a week when you became part of the plan though you still have not done your job of being a look out since you suggested to Jimin that you need to wait for at least a week for the issue to die down before you could continue. 
You have mutually agreed that you could only steal the newspapers once or twice a week with no particular day since having a pattern could get you caught plus you still have to do your job of being a student librarian.
But that’s not what you have in mind right now because you’re stuck in admiring Jimin’s face and observe how he has such a perfectly nice jaw yet he has such cute fluffy cheeks that you’d want to squish and bite if given the chance because look at him, he looks like such a warm rice cake served every new year.
You snapped out of your weird thoughts that are definitely caused by your hunger and thankfully, the bell rang just as you glanced back towards the clock, causing you to immediately stand up as you rushed towards the door but your attention was called before you could make it outside.
You looked at the source to see Jimin raised his eyebrows at you, taking the hint that today’s going to be the first time you’ll be executing the plan with them and you’re painfully nervous for it that you only even spent twenty minutes out of your allotted thirty minutes lunch time before you got yourself in the library.
Thankfully, Ms. Kim’s always lenient with you and you don’t have that much task to do today besides stapling twenty sets of papers. After that, you headed straight towards the back of the library to meet Jimin who’s sitting on the floor as he patiently waited for you and once you’re back there, he began to slip the newspapers under whilst you stayed behind the bookshelf as you peeked outside in between the spaces.
“Do you know the reason why the council was able to find out about the stolen newspapers” you asked as you looked back on Jimin who’s busy slipping the newspapers under the door whilst he’s crouching down.
“Why?”
“It’s because the school seal is stamped at the back.”
Jimin paused for a moment to look at the back of the newspaper to confirm your statement and sure enough, the school seal is there to straight up remind him how dumb he must’ve been to not notice it.
“So you better remove that page before you put it in the paper drive” you said.
“See, this is the reason why it’s smart to have you in” you shook your head, smiling as you went back to looking outside.
“I think it’d be also good if you could switch your place with Taehyung or Minjae to not raise suspicion” 
“Okay, then we’ll do that”
Since there are only a few students inside the library, you sat down on the floor with your crossed ankles and your right shoulder against the bookshelf. Your position right now has given you a perfect view of Jimin discarding his blazer at the moment, leaving him only with his buttoned up white shirt but not only that, he also rolled up the sleeves up to his elbows as if that isn't such a sight to look at.
Jimin may be facing his back to you but this is enough for you to get a good view of his physique but then you should really stop these inappropriate thoughts. 
As if Jimin sensed you watching him, he’s just right in time to catch you in the act of gawking at him that made you straight out bashful as you try to look anywhere but him.
“Are you tired?” 
“Just a bit” you twisted your body so you could direct your gaze through the gaps of the bookshelf whilst you busy your hands as you pressed your palms down on your legs to act as if they’re hurting though you’re more likely just fizzing out your embarrassment.
It was silent after that and it just made things awkward, specifically for you as you try to think of a topic you could talk about since you and Jimin are not close to begin with, maybe just an acquaintance. 
You were racking your brain for some ideas until your eyes wandered over the Math Section, “You’re good at Calculus, right?”
“I think i just take it in well” 
You let out a little huff as soon as you heard his humble remark, “You always get the highest scores in exams.” The compliment made Jimin shy as he smiled in a way that made his eyes turn into little crescents, making him look so undeniably adorable.
“What about you?” 
“I suck at Math” you chuckled, “I’m pretty good at History though since i could memorize the dates or details pretty easily.”
“Well, i suck at History so that makes us fair”
Jimin knocked on the door twice, once he slipped the last newspaper as he dusted off his hand before sitting down with his back against the door and is now facing you, “I could teach you Calculus if you want.” 
“Huh?” The offer came out of nowhere and it was so sudden, causing you to raise your eyebrows at him in surprise.
“I mean, we have a test on Calculus this Thursday” Jimin said as he looked at you, waiting for your response but he was met with none, “If you just want help is all.”
You don’t have to say anything for Jimin to figure out that you were not interested at all and he regrets it now that his statement might have sounded too forward for you so he stood up, unrolling his sleeves as he grabbed the blazer off of the floor as quickly as possible.
“Yeah, sure” you stood up as well, straightening down your skirt as you watch Jimin halt his movements. 
You don’t even know why you got nervous for a moment when Jimin just asked if he could help you in Calculus but your mind sure does have a way of thinking that maybe he’s making a move on you when in reality he’s just being the kind person he is.
“Oh okay, does after class sound good?” Jimin’s voice peeked a little at your answer.
“I still have to go here after class though.”
“I could go here then we could also study here, is that okay?” 
You think your heart just skipped a little after hearing that but you composed yourself as you nodded at him but you think your heart skipped for the second time when he smiled to display once again those cute little crescented eyes that you so began to adore just now.
--
Sora twirled the blue ribbon from your ponytail around her fingers as she watch how focused you are in writing down the notes for your last subject whilst her attention is the total opposite from you, too eager for the class to be dismissed so you could now both go to the mall to eat out and do some window shopping.
“Where do you want to eat?” you stopped writing, head turning sideways as you raised your eyebrows until it dawned on you that you have agreed to go to the mall with her last week and it must’ve totally slipped your mind hence why you’re giving her now an apologetic look.
“Can we go tomorrow instead? I kind of need to study today”
“Study with Jimin?” you playfully rolled your eyes, ignoring her question as you went back to write, “What’s with you and Jimin?” 
“Nothing”
“Well, you sure do spend a lot of time together lately” Sora is in fact not lying when she said that. Not only were you just getting the archived newspapers at the library but your after class study sessions have become a daily routine for you two ever since last week.
You understood Calculus much better now and thanks to Jimin’s help that you’re now able to get higher scores in your quizzes and you must say that he’s equally doing good in History too because as it turns out, you discovered that Jimin retains the details much better when someone is quizzing him.
“Normally, i’d be pissed you forgot our mall date but i’ll let you pass since we’re talking about your lovelife here.”
“Sora” you warned, getting annoyed at her constant teasing.
“What? I have a feeling you’d end up with Jimin before the end of the school year” you scoffed at her oddly specific statement.
“And how could you be so sure about that?”
A piece of paper was placed on top of your notebook and upon seeing it, you immediately saw your full name and Jimin’s though it’s a bit incomprehensible to read because of how the common letters are crossed off for unknown reasons until you saw the word ‘FLAMES’ written on capital letters below your names and you could only glare at Sora when you saw where the circle landed on - L for Lovers.
“What are you? A middle schooler?” you soon burst into a chuckle, finding the whole thing ridiculous.
“FLAMES never fails, trust me” you shook your head as you went on to pack your things once you heard the bell ring.
“I’m sorry Sora, See you tomorrow then” you waved, slinging your backpack over your shoulder.
“You better not forget it” Sora accusedly pointed at you, chuckling as you nodded your head as you went out of the classroom.
You stopped by your locker first to stuff in your things except for your Calculus book and notes since Jimin will be teaching you about Limits on Combined Functions for today.
Arriving first in the library, you then proceeded to finish your task for today which is to return books into their proper place. Thankfully, there were only four books that got returned, leaving you with pretty much nothing left for you to do after so you instead got yourself settled on one of the tables as you opened the textbook and scanned the notes you took that you barely understand anyway but might as well try.
“Hey” Jimin greeted you, sitting himself down next to you as he unzipped his backpack to get out his things, “Did you understand the lesson a while ago?”
Shaking your head, you give him an apologetic look, “Not so much.”
“That’s okay, I'll just explain it from the start” Jimin told you as the sweetheart he is. 
Opening the textbook, Jimin started to explain the lesson a while ago with no difficulty as he constructed graphs and wrote out the solutions so you could see the step by step process. You’re thankful that he’s being so patient with you no matter how many questions you throw at him but he said that it’s good to be inquisitive than to be uninterested.
Once you finally get the gist of it, you find yourself staring lost at his face and watch how he looks so cool just talking about functions and their limits. How unfair is it that he doesn’t have to exert much effort to look so ethereal, no wonder he’s so good at catching everyone’s hearts.
So handsome.
Jimin suddenly looked at you with a smile forming on his face when he caught you looking at him and you panicked thinking that you might’ve voiced out your thoughts out loud but he’s looking at you as if he’s waiting for you to speak.
“Huh?”
Jimin smiled as he then pointed towards the parabola he constructed on the Cartesian Plane, “I said, What’s the f(g(-8))?”
“Oh um wait” you grabbed the paper from him as you analyzed the graph, “It’s 5.”
Jimin enthusiastically nodded his head, “It’s not so hard is it?” 
Your study session for Calculus went on as Jimin gave you five more exercise questions from the textbook before you called it a day once you proved that you understand the lesson when you answered all the questions right.
“Aren’t you going home yet?” Jimin asked as he stood up to push in his chair, backpack clinging into his shoulder.
“I still need to clean up a bit then I'm good to go” you told him as you picked up some crumpled papers under the table.
“I’ll help you”
“No, it’s fine” you dismissed him as you waved your hand no to him but he already removed his backpack as he helped you by aligning and fixing the tables and chairs. Knowing Jimin, he would persistently insist to help you no matter how many times you try to deny his offer so you just let him be as you went on to shut down the computers.
“Leave that, it’s fine” you chuckled when he was about to remove the trash bag from the bin, “Good bye, Ms. Kim!”
“Good bye” Ms. Kim waved to the both of you, “Oh and thank you Jimin for helping us clean.”
“No worries, Ms. Kim. Take care!” As you said your farewells, you and Jimin both descended down the stairs as you got out of the building.
It’s such a weird sight for the quadrangle to be this empty and you figured that you must’ve studied longer than the usual when you see the sky painted in hues of pink and orange that could only mean that the sun had already begun to set - it’s already quarter to six when you took a look on your wristwatch.
“Ah, I can't believe it's rush hour already” Jimin sighed once he saw how crammed the bus stop right beside your school is with everyone aggressively fighting for their way to get onto the bus quickly, “Do you want to go to 7-Eleven to past time?”
“Yeah, sure” It’s late anyway so what’s the difference with getting home later when you know that you’ll be standing at the bus stop for fifteen minutes or so before you could eventually get in a bus and go home.
The door chimes rang once you got inside the store with you heading straight towards the Slurpee machine to get yourself some Wild Cherry. Jimin followed suit as he got a cup for himself, placing it under the dispenser for Coke but what intrigued you the most is that he mixed it with Wild Cherry.
“Does that taste good?” you gave him a look of distaste as you watched him put the lid on his cup.
“Why don’t you try it for yourself” 
“My cup’s already full”
“Drink it, the attendant wouldn’t even see you” Jimin stood beside you to give you some cover and you took the chance to hurriedly sip on your slurpee which you kind of regret now that you got a brain freeze.
“Sometimes i think you’re just being nice so you could cancel out doing your little evil things” you chuckled as you mixed a quarter of Coke into your Wild Cherry. 
“Not really” Jimin smiled as you both lined up, “Do you want some snacks? It’s my treat.”
“See, you’re back to being nice again but you don’t have to, it’s okay” you said, opening your wallet to get some money but Jimin beat you to it when he handed the bill to the attendant.
“Think of it as my reward for you since you did pretty well on Calculus today.”
“Okay, thank you then” you smiled, walking over towards the seat and table by the window, you both sat down side by side, sipping on your mixed flavored Slurpees - which is surprisingly good -  as you watch the bus stop across from where you are.
“You sure you don’t want anything to eat?”
You shook your head, “It’ll be dinner time soon and my mom would scold me if i told her i’m full.”
“Well, same here” Jimin chuckled as he stopped eyeing the aisle of chips behind you, joining you instead in looking out the window.
“Who do you think will get on the bus first? Miss striped shirt girl or Mister black turtleneck?” you asked as you take interest towards the two figures standing in front, giving them an advantage to get in the bus quicker than the others.
“Wanna bet on it? You need to treat me the next time we’re here if i win.”
“Okay and if I win, you need to treat me again”,  you said, “I’ll pick Miss Striped Shirt”
Jimin stroked his chin as he think of something to say about the man, “I think Mister Turtleneck will let Miss Striped Shirt go in first just because he dresses like a gentleman to me”
You scoffed, “Chivalry doesn’t exist when it’s rush hour, specially when everyone is equally itching to go home.” 
“Let’s see and wait” and so you did with full seriousness as you put both of your arms on the table, still sipping on your slurpee as you keep your eyes focused on the two of them until a bus arrived, blocking your view of Miss Striped Shirt and Mister Turtleneck completely thus you wait until you can fully see again the bus stop.
“What do you want?” you spoke defeatedly as soon as Miss Striped Shirt disappeared, leaving behind Mister Turtleneck on the bus stop.
“This same Slurpee and a Jjapaghetti.”
“Fine.”
“Oh and some hot bar too and maybe -”
“Hey! you’re milking it” you argued whilst you pushed his shoulders albeit playfully.
Jimin laughed, standing up as he readjusted his backpack and throwing out the now empty red cup into the bin, “Let’s go, it’s getting dark.”
And that’s how your daily study sessions in the library also turned into daily food trips across the 7-Eleven in front of your school while you wait for the rush hour to die down, betting on people at bus stops as you drink on Slurpees and snack on convenience store food finds that is sometimes treated by you or Jimin - depends on the winner of the last bet.
Slowly, you’ve come to learn that rush hours are not so bad after all.
--
It’s lunch time and you’re supposed to be at the back of the library but you’re stuck behind the circulation desk this time as you were told to cut up evaluation forms which means that Jimin is left to fend for himself though you’ve warned him to be cautious for the time being you’re not there to be his look out.
Letting out a hiss, you dropped the scissors as you pressed your fingers on the red spot that appeared along the base of your thumb and index finger, relieving them from hand fatigue. If it had not been for the broken paper cutter, you would’ve been done by now but it just had to be broken when you needed it the most - how cruel this world is.
You didn’t let the sound of the door opening bother you but you were able to make out the conversation between the student and Ms. Kim for your ears to perk up. The student is asking her for an Accounting Book - not sure why she’s looking for it but Ms. Lee answered her with delight as she pointed out that it’s in the Math Section.
Math Section.
Those two words are enough for you to drop what you’re doing as you leaned backwards in your chair, taking a good glimpse of who this student is and to your surprise, she just happens to belong in Namjoon’s class.
Before you could interject to say that you’ll look it up for her, she left as she walked straight further down at the back of the library, causing you to stand up as you briskly follow her footsteps but she just seems to be much quicker than you now that she’s halfway through.
Gladly, she stopped from walking as she looked over the voice that called her name. She waved to the group of students seated on a table as she first made her way to them which is enough for you to buy some time and go towards the back of the library to remind Jimin.
“Someone’s coming over here” you whispered as you tapped on Jimin’s shoulder.
“Who?”
“I don’t know but she’s in Namjoon’s class” you told him frantically but Jimin rather looks way too relaxed as he still continuously slips out newspapers, “Come on, let’s go before we get caught.”
“Just a few more.” 
“Jimin, I think that’s enough already” you’ve seen way too many movies or documentaries about thievery or such for you to know that most of them goes unsuccessful because they’re being greedy at the last minute when they could’ve made it if they just chose to let some of it go. 
Well, you could only hope that it won’t happen to the both of you.
“Two newspapers and i’m done” you huffed as you let him be, seeing that Namjoon’s classmate is still talking with those students.
You continue to peer through the spaces of the shelf until Jimin alerts you with bad news, “Shit, it’s stuck.”
“Push it” you looked back to see that Jimin managed to insert a bunch of newspapers in one go, making it impossible for the newspaper to go through the other side no matter how much he pushed it with his hands.
Abandoning your position by the shelf, you went to the door as you kicked the newspaper forcefully but it wouldn’t budge so you lower your head down by the space under the door to give out a message. 
“Taehyung, pull it out harder.”
“Why won’t it go through!?” Jimin whispered in frustration as he continued to push it whilst you just stared at him with an annoyed expression when he should have listened to you in the first place but this is no place for you to argue so you just stood up as you went back behind the shelf.
Panic settled in within you once again when you saw Namjoon’s classmate gone on the table and now see that she’s making her way towards the Math Section. 
“She’s coming! Hurry!” you whispered and looked back to see that there was no progress for the stuck newspaper, making you lose your mind as your anxiety picked up because getting out of the place is surely not a viable option for you anymore, not when she’s too close in your area.
“Fuck! What do we do now!?” Jimin’s hair is messed up with how many times he mindlessly ran his fingers through it.
“I don’t know, just pull it back inside” you clutched both of your hands on the shelf, causing a book to fall with a thud, cursing yourself when Namjoon’s classmate looked at your direction and you swear you wanted to cry right then and there when she instead took the path towards where you’re hiding.
“Oh shit, she’s going here” you try to think of any lie to save your asses but you can’t come up with anything and this might be the end of it - Karma finally managed to catched up to chew on you both and you could now only bid your farewell towards the pool party you’ve all dreamed to have.
You heaved, finally accepting your demise when you suddenly heard the two knocks coming off of the back door but before you could even process it. A pair of hands grabbed you by the shoulders, turning you around so swiftly that made you step back to regain your balance until your back hit against the shelf.
There’s a little to no space between you and Jimin but that space was soon closed off when Jimin leaned dangerously close to your face and you didn’t have enough time to ask what he was doing when you felt a pair of lips against yours, taking your breath away completely.
You’re not entirely sure what’s happening right now or maybe your mind cannot wrap around the fact that Jimin is kissing you right now and holding you so close with his hand placed on your waist whilst the other is on your neck.
Instinctively, you flutter your eyes shut as you place your hand on his shoulders, kissing him back and it must’ve caught Jimin off guard when you felt his body suddenly get tense and how his hold on your waist tightened a bit. 
You can hear the sound of your rapid heartbeat through your ears and you’re quite clueless if it happens to be coming off from the adrenaline or right in this exact moment but just as you were getting into it, your thoughts were then interrupted by an audible gasp coming from your side.
“Oh um...sorry.”
You broke the kiss, head turning to the side to conceal your face away from the person who just caught you two kissing. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in the beginning as your mind wandered at the fact that Jimin’s arm is still around you, keeping you close as ever.
You gently pushed Jimin’s shoulder to create some distance between you two because you’re quite not sure if your heart could bear more this kind of intimacy that felt so foreign yet felt so good at the same time and you don’t know what to make out of this situation.
What the hell just happened.
Stunned, you touch your still tingling lips with your fingers as you try to process everything. You’d actually thought you were going to be caught but you totally weren’t expecting that you’d end up kissing Jimin or how you actually didn’t expect for this to be your first kiss even.
Glancing up, you were immediately met with Jimin’s eyes but you instantly avoided his stare as you tried to look elsewhere other than him as awkwardness began to slowly fill in the air. It must’ve looked like Jimin’s dumbfounded with what just happened too as he started to act fidgety just like you do.
“You uh have something there” you broke the silence as you pointed to the corner of his mouth where you could perfectly see the pink stain that came from your tinted lip balm. Jimin glided his tongue along his lips before he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
The awkwardness remained when Jimin refused to talk, leaving you to move your feet quickly as you tried to escape out of there but you didn’t have the chance when Jimin suddenly grabbed your hand, holding you back in place. 
“Y/N, I’m - There’s no other way to explain why we’re here” Jimin said as he scratched the back of his neck.
Well, that’s a fair point because honestly, it’s more reasonable for two students to be caught making out at the back of the library than to be caught stealing archived newspapers except that the former sounds way too controversial but do you really have a choice back there?
“Um yeah, at least we’re not caught” you chuckled and you cringe at how forced it sounds.
“Yeah” Jimin muttered that’s barely above a whisper. It’s definitely getting more awkward here so you take this as a cue to leave again.
“I have to go back” you eyed Jimin’s hand that’s still holding you, “you know, to cut up some forms.”
“Right, yeah” Jimin chuckled as he loosened his hold around your wrist to pick up his blazer off the floor instead, “Um are we good?”
“Yeah, of course” you reassured him with a smile as you finally met his gaze.
Walking back, your smile completely faltered as you thought about how Jimin believed you right there when in fact you’re still a bit unsure for yourself if things could go back to normal after this but it looks like you must’ve improved in telling lies and you don’t know if this is something you should be proud of. 
--
Lowering down your book, you take a glimpse of the surroundings around you and your gut feeling is right to tell you that someone is staring at you or should you say that everyone is staring at you unsubtly. 
“Is there something on my face?” you asked Sora as you closed your book to put it down the table, making everyone look away as they go back into their own worlds. 
“You have a new pimple on your chin” Sora pointed out to you using her chopsticks before picking another piece of Gimbap to chew on. 
That isn’t surely something for everyone to look at but you have a bad feeling that this has something to do with the kiss you shared with Jimin yesterday but could news really be that fast to spread out? 
“Anyway, i need to get going” 
As you walk to exit the cafeteria, you try to keep your head down, feeling extra conscious today with everyone’s attention on you and that is something you hated - to be the center of attention.
When you got yourself inside the library, you went inside the circulation desk to sit on your corner as you grabbed the scissors to finish up the remaining forms but your movement was halted when a hand was placed on top of your shoulder.
“Y/N, how are you feeling today?” Ms. Lee said with a lace of concern in her voice.
You were confused for a moment until you recalled that you excused yourself for your after class duties in the library yesterday, telling her that your dog had just died even though you clearly don’t even have a pet at home.
“I’m fine, still a bit sad is all” 
“I’m sorry again for your loss but it’ll get better day by day” Ms. Lee rubbed her hand on your back before she went back to her seat, leaving you to continue your task.
Honestly, you’ve made up that excuse just so you could go home right away and not meet Jimin for your study session in fear of facing him. You just can’t control being shy or an awkward mess around Jimin after the kiss hence the reason why you try your best to avoid him in all places as much as possible to save you from embarrassment but you can’t help but be curious about one thing.
“Was Jimin here yesterday after class?” you asked.
“Oh yes, he was actually looking for you so i had to relay the news to him if you don’t mind.”
You smiled, nodding your head in understanding but there’s also one thing you’re curious about, “Did he stay here to study?”
Ms. Lee hummed, “He even helped me to clean the library before I closed it down, such a good friend you have”
“Yeah, he is” you mumbled, feeling bad that you stood him up and how childish it is of you to avoid him just because you really don’t like confrontations. You’re just trying to compose your thoughts and feelings before you could muster the courage to face him is what you like to prefer what you’re actually doing.
Before you could delve into it too much, the ringing sound of the landline phone distracted you. Ms. Lee then tapped you on the shoulders, telling you if you could attend to the student in front of her whilst she answered the call.
“Hi, how may i help you?” you asked as you sat down on Ms. Lee’s chair.
“I’d like to check out these books please.”
“Please scan your I.D.” you instructed whilst you typed in the necessary details but you can’t help but notice how she whispered something to her friend who’s right beside her but you were only able to coherently hear the word ‘ribbon.’
You lifted your head only to be able to meet her widened eyes as she frantically blurted out a question to you, “Your ribbon looks nice, where’d you get that?”
You touch the ends of the blue ribbon wrapped around your ponytail, a bit skeptical for her sudden enthusiasm about the ribbon when it’s plainly just an ordinary thing and can be commonly found almost everywhere but you gave her an answer nonetheless.
“I bought it in a department store” you politely smiled as you handed her borrowed books.
“Ah it’s very pretty” she gathered her books off the desk, smiling at you, “thank you!”
You suspiciously looked at the girl as she left the library but shrugged it off completely, thinking you’re just being too paranoid and she’s just genuinely curious to know about your ribbon.
There’s no way this is about you and Jimin.
Lunch break flew by in a matter of seconds because next thing you know, you’re sitting inside the classroom once again, taking down notes about the Joseon Dynasty when you noticed Sora looking at you in your peripheral vision.
“What?” you asked. Normally, you’d just ignore her but it bothers you that she’s evidently looking at you the way everyone has been doing since this morning.
Sora lifted her fingers as she gingerly twirled your blue ribbon around her fingers, “You never told me you weren’t just studying with Jimin.”
“What do you mean?” you leaned closer, hoping that she won’t say the exact same thing you’re thinking about. 
“Well, according to the news spreading around. Jimin was seen in the back of the library making out with a girl wearing a blue ribbon around her ponytail”
Oh no.
So you weren’t being delusional after all but you guessed it right that news about you and Jimin has spread like wildfire around the campus judging by everyone’s looks and how the girl from the library awhile ago isn’t actually curious about your ribbon but she was particularly playing to be interested because you happen to be the mystery girl involved in the school gossip.
“And everyone thinks it’s me?” you scoffed.
“It’s a very specific detail and it perfectly describes you plus all i know, your hair has always been styled like that ever since middle school.”
You were about to get more defensive that is until a sudden loud thud caught you by surprise, making everyone in the class direct their attention in front to discover that Mr. Song apparently slammed the textbook against the teacher’s table on purpose.
“Ms. Yun and Y/L/N, would you like to share your conversation with the class?”
In a matter of seconds, everyone’s eyes turned towards the both of you and you could never wish more for the floor to swallow you whole. 
“I’m sorry” you meeked with Sora following after you.
“I’m sure everyone is interested to hear whatever you’re talking about, right class?” Mr. Song chuckled and you swear you’re so close to tearing up because your teacher has to downright embarrass you in front of everyone as if today’s events aren’t the worst for you. 
Biting your lip, you remained silent as your shaking eyes scanned to look at your classmates and you’re just thankful they didn’t find Mr. Song’s statement to be humorous at all as their face remained stoic or they’re just too intimidated to speak up. 
Coincidentally, your gaze fell on Jimin who offered you an apologetic smile and you can’t say that the gesture comforted you a little bit though you didn’t explicitly show it to him as you quickly diverted your eyes back on the floor.
“I won’t endure this kind of behavior again, is this clear for everyone?” Mr. Song sternly looked at the both of you before he continued the discussion.
You slumped on your seat as you put your hand against your temple. Sighing, you picked up your pen, trying your best to diligently take down notes despite your worsened mood and as you remembered your conversation with Sora, you loosened the blue ribbon around  your ponytail, letting your hair cascade down your face for the first time ever in school.
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You can’t believe you find yourself at the back of the library again despite how the place has gone controversial for you because of the school gossip but you remind yourself that you’re only here because this is going to be the last time you’ll play your part as the lookout since the winner for the project will be announced at the flag ceremony on Monday.
Obviously, you’re not with Jimin this time but with Taehyung. It has been a week and you’re still avoiding Jimin who’s still consistently trying to get you to talk with him. He would constantly send you messages but you never click on it to view it or how he would still go to the library after class even though you won’t show up.
All those efforts made by him eventually stop after you have ignored him for four days - he altogether didn’t send you messages anymore, he didn’t even come at the library after class, or how he would also ignore you whenever you pass by each other at the classroom or the hallways which eventually made the gossip rapidly die` down when everyone seemed to not believe it with the way you were acting around each other.
You would say you started to feel bad for avoiding him but you just don’t know how to approach him. It’s so easy for you to tell yourself to act normal but you always chicken out whenever you try to come near him and apologize because there has been one thing you’ve realized.
You’re crushing really hard on Jimin.
“Which cram school are you going to this summer?” Taehyung asked you, snapping you out of your thoughts.
Oh right, summer’s coming and that means you have to get yourself into a cram school by the end of the school year to prepare for college entrance examinations and it looks like you were too preoccupied with other things to forget about this.
You pick on the loose thread at the end of your skirt, twisting it around your fingers before you pull on it to remove it, “I don’t know, I still haven’t looked around, what about you?” 
“Same here but i think i’ll go with whatever Jimin picks.” 
With the mention of Jimin’s name, you looked back on Taehyung who knocked on the door twice before he sat down on the floor to face you. Taehyung has never mentioned to you about the gossip before, thinking that maybe he’s just clueless to what’s happening or he’s just minding his own business.
“Speaking of”, maybe he’s not clueless after all,  ''What university are you planning to go to?”
You chuckled, thinking he would bring up Jimin, “Seoul National University, I hope.”
“Oh wow, it’s hard to get in there” Taehyung exclaimed and you thought that maybe you sounded way too ambitious.
“I was just hoping for it but you’ll never know. What about you?”
“I was hoping for Seoul National University too but i don’t think i’ll get in there so i’m fine with wherever i’m accepted” Taehyung said it like it isn’t much of a big deal to him though it’s clear that he’s serious in talking about it and surprisingly, you’ve never seen Taehyung act so seriously until now.
“You’re smart, Taehyung”, you assured him.
“You think? I mean, I have good grades this year and it’s all thanks to you.” 
“You’re just not serious about it now but i can tell you’re smart. I mean, you helped me on an English quiz before so you’ll never know, right?”
“I guess, thanks” Taehyung gave you a warm smile.
You continue to talk with Taehyung for the rest of your lunchtime and you eventually talked about the Project Paper Drive that’s coming off to an end today. Time surely does fly by quickly when you felt like it was only yesterday when you joined the plan and all you have to do now is wait for Monday to come to hear the results.
It’ll be a truly joyous moment if your class happens to win and have a year end pool party like what everyone is dreaming of but it’ll be disappointing if you happen to lose after all the efforts you’ve done for it.
As Monday rolled in, you’ve never been this excited or nervous to hear what Namjoon has to say about the results but as usual, you’re impatiently waiting once again for the school principal to finish her ‘short speech’.
The weather is beginning to feel hot which is very much the opposite back to Namjoon’s last announcement during the third quarter. Speaking of the devil, Namjoon has finally made his way towards the platform with the final result on his hand.
“Good Morning! I guess you all know that i am here to announce the winner for Project Paper Drive but before i could do so, i would like to thank everyone for participating and getting involved in helping the environment. All in all, we have accumulated a total of 328 kilos worth of recyclables.”
“Do you think we’ll win?” Sora asked you.
You nodded your head as you crossed your fingers, eyes closing as you whispered repeatedly the name of your section - your class is going to win and everyone will be having a pool party. You’re claiming it already because that’s how the law of attraction works.
“And the winner for Project Paper Drive is…” Namjoon unfolded the paper as he read out the result.
“Class 3-2!” 
“Class 4-1!”
You whispered at the same time as Namjoon announced the winner but the roaring screams didn’t come from your line. Looking to your right, you see Class 4-1 jumping with joy as everyone hugged and cheered for each other whilst you looked back to your class to see everyone looking defeated, specially when you looked over at Taehyung, Minjae, and Jimin.
I guess, karma finally managed to catched up to you this time.
Once you all got back to the classroom, half of the class are quiet whilst the other half are conspiring against Class 4-1 for cheating the results when ironically, it was your class who had done it yet you didn’t even manage to win.
“Hey, you okay?” you looked back at Taehyung on your seat.
“No because why do we only get a chocolate bar for each person as the second prize?” you complained as you break a piece of chocolate to pop it in your mouth.
“A pizza party would’ve been nice huh?” Taehyung broke a piece from yours but he already ate it when you swatted his hand away.
“Hey! Eat your own” Taehyung chuckled, turning a deaf ear as he broke another piece from yours to feast on.
“How about we get to have our own pizza party for the class then we could also have our own but it’s just me, you, Jimin and Minjae - can’t let out efforts go in vain”
“Go tell it to Jimin then” you said but it kind of sounded spiteful the moment the words came out of your mouth though you don’t intentionally mean it that way.
“You tell him”, Taehyung gave you a knowing look as he raised his eyebrows in a teasing manner, breaking another piece from your chocolate again despite the cold glare you’re sending him.
“I guess, you don’t need my Chemistry homework then” you grabbed your paper off of Taehyung’s table but he stole it from you just in time.
“Alright, fine i’m sorry” Taehyung laughed, licking his fingers that are covered with chocolate before he grabbed his pen to do his homework.
It dawned on Taehyung that you and Jimin are not on speaking terms because of how you always divert the topic to another one whenever Jimin’s mentioned and that goes the same with Jimin as well. 
There’s just something about it that makes the whole situation between you both amusing for him because he might be clueless at times but it’s not that hard for him to figure out that there’s clearly something going on between you two yet you’re just too stupid or maybe too stubborn to recognize and talk about it.
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Final examinations are next week and you have trouble in keeping up with the new lessons in Calculus but no matter how many Youtube videos you’ve watched at home to help yourself, you just don’t seem to get it. It doesn’t look easy at all compared with the way Jimin's teaching it to you and that’s enough to frustrate you.
You let out a sigh as you lay your head down on top of your Calculus textbook, giving up from trying to understand it as you instead blow out puffs of air towards the pencil you place in between the pages, watching as it rolled back and forth towards your face and the middle of the book.
Looking over the expanse of the library, you noticed how you’re the only one remaining in the study area just because it’s already closing time and the reason you’re still here is because you still have to study more and help Ms. Lee in closing down the library.
You were then brought out of your state of staring into nothingness when the pencil hit your nose along with the sound of the doors opening, making you turn your head to the other side to see who’s this student that managed to get in here beyond closing hours.
You immediately scrambled into your seat as you sat up straight, bewildered at the sight of the unexpected guest as he went towards the circulation desk to talk to Ms. Lee and you hope that he’s just here to have some nice little chit chat.
What is Jimin even doing here anyway?
You thought it was clear that he has given up trying to reach you after his many attempts but he’s here, standing a few meters away from you. If anyone’s watching you right now, you looked honestly ridiculous for panicking as you try to search for exit points within the library just in case Jimin will come over in this area. 
But then, maybe you’re just too quick to think things that he’s here for you and you just need to come off your high horse and stop thinking that the world revolves around you. You just wish that you could get rid of these feelings so you could stop being awkward around him but it seems like that will not happen any sooner.
Panic sure fully settled in when you saw Ms. Lee’s hand pointed towards your direction, causing you to instinctively remove yourself off the seat as you walked towards the nearest bookshelf to hide yourself.
It’s a disadvantage that you can’t see past the bookshelf to see what Jimin is going to do which just makes you more anxious and maybe it’s better to stay here until it’s time for the library to close. You’re just going to organize the books for the meanwhile to set off your panic state.
“Hey”
Why? 
You whispered to yourself with your eyes closed as you recognized the voice to be Jimin’s. Sucking in a deep breath, you reminded yourself to just be normal and stop acting so scared all the time when there’s nothing to even worry about - a lie but you’ll just pretend it’s not until your brain believes it to be true.
“Jimin”, you smiled as best as you could muster, “What are you doing here?”
“Can you help me study History? I mean, we have a quiz for it tomorrow and finals are approaching but it’s fine-”
“Okay” you cut him off from rambling as you walked past him and sat down where you were sitting just a while ago, thinking you should start right away so it could also end right away.
Jimin followed you as he then sat down next to you, handing you the reviewer you sent to him weeks ago. You scan through it to find that he highlighted the important details and color coded it just like what you suggested to him before and you don't know why that made you feel a bit giddy inside. 
In your peripheral vision, you can see that Jimin has his body facing towards you as if having him near you isn’t nerve wracking at all. You tried your best to compose yourself, focusing solely on the reviewer as you then read out the first sentence to quiz him.
“It was the last dynasty of Korea and the longest ruling Confucian dynasty.”
“Joseon Dynasty.”
“He was the fourth king of the Joseon Dynasty and the one who created Hangul”
“King Sejong.”
“What was the capital of Korea before the Joseon Dynasty started?”
The question isn’t actually hard at all considering you’ve been studying this topic since elementary school but it looks like Jimin’s mulling it over when you glanced at him once you noticed he’s been taking a while to answer.
“Sorry” Jimin muttered.
Clearing your throat, you then read the question more loudly just in case he didn’t heard it properly, “What was the capital of-”
“YN, I’m sorry”, Jimin said a bit more clearly, “I know that you don’t want me to be here since you’re probably mad at me but i just wanted to say that i’m sorry if the kiss made you uncomfortable and it wasn’t my intention to make you feel that way but i guess that’s too late for now and i understand if you truly hate me.”
“I don’t hate you”
“You don’t?”
“I’m sorry too for avoiding you but I was not doing it because I hate you” you momentarily looked at Jimin before you went back to look at the reviewer to fold it’s edges.
Are you really going to say the real reason?
You believe that Jimin’s just being nice as he is and you’re mistaking it for something else. Also, the kiss surely is nothing but only a cover up anyway so you figured that it’s best to let him know the real reason so that you could end your suffering quickly and move on from how you don’t stand a chance from him to begin with.
“I just feel awkward and I think that’s because” you lower down your head a bit so that you could perfectly hide your face behind your hair, “ I um...I like you.”
You whispered the last part, hoping he missed what you said though you know he had perfectly heard it - you’re in the most quiet place after all.
Jimin is probably used to hearing countless confessions made for him so this must be not a big of a deal for him but it sure is to you. You waited for a moment for him to say anything back and when you’re sure that he’s not going to open his mouth at all, you stood up as you quickly gathered your things.
“I guess, i have to go”
“Wait” Jimin grabbed your wrist, “Don’t run from me again.”
Jimin gently tugged you down, sitting you back in your place beside him. You were quiet as you idly stare straight ahead, not really knowing what you’re supposed to do now when you just want to get out of here, regretting the fact that you just confessed but Jimin’s hand is keeping you in place so it’s not like there’s no other way.
Suddenly, you got surprised as soon as you felt Jimin’s fingertips ghosting over your palm ever so slowly until he eventually slipped them in between the spaces of your fingers, completely intertwining your hands.
Could this mean that Jimin likes you too?
You looked up at Jimin to see him already staring at you with a sweet smile as he grazed his thumb up and down against your own. Flustered, you turned your head to the other side, biting down on your lip to contain your smile from getting bigger as you try to keep in mind to get a better hold on yourself.
As if the butterflies on your stomach couldn’t get any more wilder, Jimin then squeezed your hand three times and you guess that’s enough for your feelings to be reassured.
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A/N: Hi! It’s been a while since i last posted and finally, i was able to finish this after procrastinating it multiple times and here you go hehe, hope you all like this! Anyway, how is the Dynamite comeback treating you all? Taehyung definitely had me dead with his ethereal beauty :(
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daydream-believin · 3 years
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you’ll never have to be alone
summary: you just can’t wait to see your best friend again, but your master has other ideas
a/n: this is such a mess lmao might turn it into an actual fic when i have time. also that last sentence is not a tswift ref i just like that word and if anything it’s a beauty and the beast (2017) ref. but the title is in fact a tswift ref yes
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• you’re just a humble magician’s assistant, doing your best to stay safe and hidden in Arthur’s realm
• your master has just sent you on a trip to into Camelot to get her a few things
• you’re so excited. you’ve never been out of the forest, let alone the big city before and is that a castle???
• while fetching your master’s things, you run into the most beautiful boy
• and i mean run into, like ow your head
• he sees you wince in pain and panics
• he is so sorry pretty person, he did not mean to body check you, here let him fix it with a healing spell he learned last week
• you’re so caught off guard by the magic
• you throw yourself in front of him, and hiss “do you want to get us both executed?!”
• he laughs and assures you it’s okay, he’s the king’s personal sorcerer’s apprentice so the guards won’t pay him any mind
• you’re amazed at your new friend and his freedom but also his cute laugh
• he offers to help you with the rest of your errands to make it up to you, he has the day off after all and he was bored, so why not help out a cute new friend
• soon it’s time for you to start on the journey back to your master, you bid goodbye to Hisirdoux
• he catches you at your cart, stopping you from taking off before you can slip away. he takes your hand
• “please, i just want to make sure i see you again, can we meet overmorrow?”
• you smile “i’m sure i can find some excuse to come back”
• one meeting led to another, and now you two are meeting in the marketplace every free afternoon you both have
• or at least you two make them free, either by getting chores down early, procrastinating, or just straight up lying
• one day your master tells you to pack her bag and grab your cloak, you two were going to camelot to “make an audience with someone who i’d rather i’d never have to talk to again if not for the troubled times” whatever that meant
• you find yourself in the study of Merlin Ambrosious himself. it’s so cozy here, with the paper covered desk and stained glass windows
• you see your crush buddy Hisirdoux and quietly make your way over to him
• you two have a fun litttle conversation while your master waits for Merlin to arrive. it’s so nice to get to see each other again this week.
• your master raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t say anything to you or ask any questions. that’s strange. normally your master wants to know all about your friends. they think you don’t get out enough
• Merlin enters, making a face, and starts to talk business with your master. it was soooo boring and it was all you and Doux could do not to snore. at least all’s going good righ—
• annnnddd now suddenly you and Douxie are on the sidelines of all out shouting match
• 0 to 60 real fast
• so 🙏 turns out your master is Merlin’s ex wife. damn
• whatever they were supposed to be working together on has been thrown out the window, along with any pretense of civility
• so many insults being hurled. hell, you and Douxie’s innocent ears had never heard half of these words they spat at each other
• you and your best friend looked at each other. neither of you would dare try and calm the two master wizards down, lest you get caught in the crosshai— !!!
• oh! apparently words aren’t the only things being thrown oh dear
• your master snatched your arm and pulled you towards the door with force
• “AND DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT LETTING YOUR LITTLE URCHIN NEAR MY SWEET Y/N AGAIN! I KNOW WHAT YOURE TRYING TO DO! I WONT HAVE IT!”
• come again?
• “ONLY IF YOU KEEP YOUR APPRENTICE AWAY FROM MY URCHIN! THEYLL TAINT THE NOBILITY IVE MADE HIM”
• you weren’t even sure what to make of that one
• before you knew it you were back on the cart, camelot drifting farther and farther into the distance
• you could see Hisirdoux, watching you leave from the balcony of the tower, getting smaller and smaller
• well, if your master thinks she can keep you away from him she’d have to try a little harder. it’s not like she could stop you from going to the market
• she turns to you as if reading your thoughts “i don’t want you going to the marketplace alone anymore, i’ll have to come with you now.”
• okay so maybe she could
• a few weeks pass, and you are dying to see Douxie just one last time
• it was like you were mad. all you can think about is trying to find ways that you might be able to get back to him
• you were cleaning out the donkey’s stall when a bird landed on the post near your head
• or at least you had thought it was a bird. looking up, you discovered that it was in fact a small dragon
• a dragon with a scroll in it’s mouth. he motioned for you to take it
• you gingerly took the slightly damp scroll and unfurled it
• well well well, it looks like mr. casperan has been thinking about you too
• the scroll urged you to sneak out as soon as your master fell asleep and meet him where else, but your regular rendezvous spot at the market place
• the dragon then burnt the message while it was still in your hands. smart? you guessed? you supposed this was to make sure your master didn’t find the note but was burning it really necessary
• needless to say it was a no brainer, and you were out of the house by your master’s first snore
• you had your cloak drawn over your head. it wasn’t hard to find Hisirdoux in the night market. he may have also had his hood up, but he was right where you always met, standing awkwardly in a very Douxie fashion
• you came up behind him and tapped his shoulder, and he about jumped out of his skin
• and then he was immediately enveloping you into a bone-crushing hug
• you two have some fun walking around the night market, never letting go of each other’s hands. Douxie’s face is highlighted so perfectly in the orange light of the torches and cooking fires. you can feel the heat on your own face
• you two stayed around for as long as you could, talking about everything and nothing, but even night markets sleep eventually.
• as you lament to Douxie about having to go back home when all you want to do was have a little more time with him, he stares at you intensely. he could feel his palm sweating while clasped in yours. he took a deep breath
• “we should run away”
• ... “run away?” “just you and me. then we can stay together. even for only a little while. if you want”
• “lets do it”
• and so you were off to who knows where on the back of a horse Hisirdoux most likely stole. or at least skipped getting permission to use it. there was no destination in mind, just to get far away fast. none of that mattered though, as you cling to Douxie’s back in your getaway. he wasn’t very good at it, but at least you were getting somewhere
• you got lost pretty fast
• but no matter, anywhere with Douxie was better than being lonely up in your room
• the sun was just starting to rise when you two finally stopped
• the sunrise coming up over the cliff is the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen. you look over at Douxie and reconsider. the sunrise is the second most gorgeous
• you two are very sleepy, having stayed up all night, and you crash lying in the meadow grass, locked in each others arms
• but your sweet slumber does not last long
• you are awoken to the sound of your name being said very angrily
• you and Doux scramble to sit up. you two are face to face with two furious master wizards
• “YOU STOLE A HORSE?!”
• needless to say your master rarely lets you out of her watchful eyes nowadays. it was worth it.
• your master was summoned to help with the cause at the battle of Kilahead. apparently they were short on forces for some reason. that reason being that they were all dead. you dred having to join the fight but follow your master nonetheless
• maybe the universe just wanted to give you one last treat before you left the plain of existence, but there was your beloved Douxie, all geared up for the fight
• your master ordered you to stay with the main fight to do your best in healing the knights while she went off to who knows where. which was fine with you. now you could be by Douxie’s side
• fast forward and suddenly your master is gone. who knows what happened to her. definitely not you. Hisirdoux’s master is out cold and will be for centuries.
• as devestated as you both are at being without your beloved mentors for deya knows how long, there is a brightside
• now you can stay with each other for as long as you two liked
• and you did
• for almost a millenia
• and will for evermore
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despairdiseases · 4 years
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When you walk away (Nothing more to say)
chapter 2 -  #Pattonisleftoutonceagain
trigger warnings: sympathetic Remus and Deceit, mention of human taxidermy (just one sentence), grave-robbing (no active grave robbing), swearing, dogs, mentions of death but no one actually dies
summary: Just the boyos bonding in an old haunted church (I am sorry Patton stans Patton just would not allow of This Behavior™)
author’s note: uploaded another one! yay! the trigger warnings on this one are wild, I didn’t even realize that haha. Anyways, enjoy!
There was something wet on his face. Virgil scrunched up his eyebrows. The wet seemed to move, it felt kind of harsh on his skin. It was shaped...like a tongue. Virgil shot up, eyes wide. He looked at the spot next to him on the couch, staring at the golden retriever who was still trying to lick him. He moved away from the couch.
He heard someone chuckle behind him, "Good morning, Sunshine," he turned around to be faced with Roman, who was eating eggs at the table.
Virgil opened his mouth to say something, but found himself stuck, as if there was a hand around his throat, but inside.
"Rise and shine," Roman took another bite of his eggs.
Virgil scrambled for his phone. Uncle Emile is gonna kill him. Sure enough, there were 23 messages and missed calls in total. He was soon typing out a response: 'Hey, Em, I'm okay, sorry I scared you, I fell asleep.'
He looked at the smudged number on his forearm and decided to save it. He also texted this number 'Remus? Where did u go? u still in the house?'
He got the response almost immediately. 'no we went to starbucks lmao'
'so u finally woke up lolololololol'
He also sent a picture of Virgil sleeping on the couch.
'so,,,bootiful,,,,,,,so,,puree'
'lmao'
Virgil huffed and began typing: 'ok, I get it, stop spamming me. Also, bring me a caramel latte would u??'
'k'
Virgil looked at the time, 7:23 shining on the screen. He opened Notes, typing out a question for Roman: 'is that ur dog?'
He turned the screen to face Roman, who looked at it and then at the dog eating from his bowl, "Yeah, her name's Princess Stain The Sixth" before Virgil could ask him what the fuck, Roman continued, "Remus named her, we just call her Princess."
Oh, that explains it. Virgil nodded. There was a long silence between the two of them, Virgil looking at Princess while Roman ate his eggs.
"So...you're mute?" at last Roman looked up at the other. Virgil contemplated the answer. He didn't want to explain his condition and answer Roman's questions, and there was not much of a chance that he will ever speak around him. He nodded.
"Ah, sorry about yesterday, there aren't any mute or deaf students in our school. I know that's not an excuse, but still," he took the plate and put it in the sink, "Though I do have one question..." Virgil raised his eyebrows, "Why do you hang out with Remus?"
Virgil began typing, well, actually deleting more than typing: 'I mean, yeah he can be a bit extra, but he's not that bad when you tune out most of the things he says.'
Roman quirked an eyebrow, "'A little bit extra'? I'm sorry, are we talking about the same person? He listed off more gory and effective ways to kill the main characters while we watched the movie. One of which included a detailed process of human taxidermy."
'Okay, he can be really fucking disgusting when he wants, but at least he's not a boring prude.'
Roman shook his head, "Try living with him, after a week you would be crying tears of happiness if he stopped talking."
Virgil stared at him.
"R-right, sorry."
Both looked at the front door as it practically flew open, "Hi bitches! Dee already went to school, but I just couldn't leave you here," Remus walked over to Virgil and handed him a Starbucks cup. He took a sip and scrunched up his face. Pure black coffee, "Oops, sorry, must've gotten them mixed up."
How can you even drink that? Virgil questioned. He wanted an answer to that, but the Latte was more important.
"Okay, so we have a few minutes before the school bell rings, do you need anything?" Roman looked at the clock hanging above the fridge, then at the other two. Virgil shrugged, there wasn't anything he could take. Remus went to his room for his backpack. Virgil got out his phone again, seeing there was 1 unread message from his uncle: 'Alrighty, just make sure that it will not happen again :) love you too, meet me at school <3' Virgil smiled a little at that.
"Okay, that's everything, let's go!" Remus was already out the door, and Virgil ran to catch up to him, Roman just stayed behind them.
They were walking too fast, so Virgil couldn't type without it looking like a bunch of gibberish. Instead, Virgil settled into listening to Remus ramble on and on about that one cute boy in Starbucks with a broken nose, how Damon got almost bit by Princess again, about what time he wants to spray the graffiti in the boy's bathroom...wait what? Virgil tried to forget about the last part. He didn't want to get in trouble on his second day, this school will be different. He's gonna be a good student...well, at least a mediocre one. Yeah, mediocre is good, none of this graffiti business. He hopes Remus won't be offended. It was nice having a friend. Were they even friends? Virgil felt a nudge on his shoulder.
"Dude, you gucci?" Virgil nodded, "So yeah, as I was saying, deodorant doesn't taste that bad."
They departed while going to their lockers. None of their lockers were close to one another, which Virgil thought was a shame, but at least Remus isn't sure which is his. He wouldn't want to open it one day only to find it filled with dead possums or whatever Remus would think of. He caught the sight of Damon talking with one of the girls in his English class. When Damon finally noticed Virgil looking at him, he wasted no time approaching him, ignoring the girl, who eventually scoffed and walked away.
"So, the sleeping beauty finally woke up, huh?" Virgil gave him an unamused look, nudging his head against the direction of the girl. Damon looked back at her, "Oh, Bailey? Don't worry about her, just gossiping," he waved his hand dismissively.
"What are we talking about?" Remus said as he leaned against Virgil's locker.
"Okay, you didn't hear it from me, but Remy was caught fucking with Nate under the social studies hallway's staircase. Again. But, like, I dunno, it's just a rumour after all..." Deceit exaggerated his hand movements for a more dramatic effect.
"Okay, we all know the last part is bullshit. Of course he would get caught, he's such an amateur," they both looked between the three, their eyes landing on Virgil, "...You don't know who Remy is, do you?" Virgil shook his head.
"Remy is the school's professional slacker. He spends all of his nights at concerts and parties, then drinks coffee to try to stay awake, which doesn't work most of the time anyway, so he sleeps a lot in class. If you offer to buy him Starbucks he will do anything for you. He's also a major slut, a cheater. He's utterly disgusting. Don't ever talk to him," the longer Damon talked the more intense his death glare got, but although it was aimed at Virgil, it wasn't aimed at Virgil.
"You're only saying that because he broke up with you," Remus smirked.
At that moment, the glare was averted to Remus and Damon looked more offended than angry, "He absolutely did not! I broke up with him. It was his fault that he was drunk and still thought we were together. I didn't even know he was drunk. It's those godforsaken glasses, he never takes them off. Why the hell does he even wear them?" Damon crossed his arms.
"Maybe he doesn't have eyes..."
Virgil squinted his eyes and let out an exaggerated cough. The couple looked up at him.
"Oooh yeah, sorry, we forgot about you," there wasn't anything malicious behind Remus' words, as far as Virgil could tell.
"Anyways," the two diverted their eyes at Damon, who pointed his finger at Virgil, "You have economics, right?" Virgil nodded, "Great, we too," Damon smirked. At the word 'economics' Remus let out a loud and exaggerated groan. Damon just rolled his eyes, "C'mon, economics isn't that bad when you actually put in effort."
Remus put his face in his hands, "I don't wanna put in effort..." he drew out the last word.
"Nevertheless, we should probably get to class," and so, the three began walking down the halls. When they did get to the classroom, Remus and Damon already sat together and shrugged at Virgil. There were two empty seats. One was next to a sleeping guy with a leather jacket whose coffee was tipped over and slowly trickled on his desk. He assumed that was Remy, no thanks, he'd rather sit next to that cafeteria kid from the other day. As soon as he sat down the stranger beamed at him and began talking. Virgil learned his name was Patton, and that Roman had already told him he was mute, so he was sorry. Virgil accepted the apology. There was just something off about him that Virgil couldn't place a finger on. It wasn't the fact that Patton was too cheery and chatty for his own good or the way he always moved his finger, wiggling them around or playing with a pencil, no, Virgil got his fair share of hyperactive friendly kids who make friends with everyone they see. Patton got quiet when the teacher walked in. Almost...too quiet, if that's a thing. Virgil assumes it is. The kid isn't even paying that much attention, much more focused on doodling flowers and cats in his notebook. Virgil decided to ignore it, he wasn't about to stick his nose up some stranger's business. The only interesting moments in the lesson were when Remy woke up and realized he doesn't even have this class, or when one of the other teenagers disrupted the lesson and Mr. Porter got all red in the face. He let out a sigh when the bell rang. As he was getting up a hand wrapped around his shoulders.
"We're thinking about skipping the rest of the day, you comin'?"
Virgil furrowed his eyebrows and glanced at Damon, "Don't act like you actually enjoy school. And before you...type anything, yes, it is only your second day, which means they will most likely let you off with a warning, so even if we get caught, you don't have to worry."
"So, you goin'?" Virgil shook his head. Remus raised his eyebrows, "You sure, emo?" Virgil shook his head again, this time slower.
"Well, skipping it is then," Damon walked out of the class as the other two followed. Virgil didn't complain, but it's not like he could anyways, "Around this time, most of the school hall monitors are at the cafeteria or the classrooms, so we can just walk out. If it's not a bad day that is, but even then it's typically just Oliver, who will let you go if you bribe him. Eight dollars usually does it," they were in the door when they heard a voice behind them and froze.
"Did you think you could just skip without me?"
They turned around to be faced with Roman with crossed arms.
"I mean, yeah, kinda," Remus said.
Roman chuckled, "Just because you are the 'Bad Twin' doesn't mean I am not getting sick of this school. So, how about you let me go with you and I won't tell anyone," he held out his hand. Remus stared at it for a while before spitting on his and shaking Roman's. Really, Roman should know better.
"Deal."
"Great, the twins together. Just what I needed," Damon grumbled, and Virgil couldn't help but nod his head in agreement.
"What do you think you're doing? Also, Roman, how could you?"
"Ah shit, not another one," Damon made an actual physically pained face that that.
"Logan, where's Patton?" Roman looked around.
"In the class, like you all should be," Logan pushed up his glasses.
Remus leaned over to the three, "Let's just keeps walking and pretend we didn't hear him," so, they turned around and walked to the school entrance, ignoring Logan's remarks and shouts as he followed them while the others tried to suppress their giggles, Remus especially. It was about 3 minutes after exiting the school and Logan realized there was no chance he could go back now, gave up, and tagged along. They all talked over where they should go, but Virgil's suggestion of going to the old abandoned church won by a majority vote, which meant that Damon, Remus and Virgil were all for it and Logan and Roman tried to protest but failed. The church was about eight minutes from the school. Neither of them knew why the church was abandoned, or how long it was, but nevertheless, it was pretty cool. Virgil didn't have a lot of time to explore the town, so walking around was refreshing. Well, it would be if it wasn't so damn hot.
"God fucking damn it, how can you walk in a leather jacket in this weather and not sweat?" Damon squinted his eyes at Remus.
"I don't sweat, it's disgusting."
Roman laughed, "So that's disgusting to you? Sweating? Nevermind that, how does that even work? You just don't sweat 'cause you don't want to?" he said with a mocking tone.
Remus gave him a deadpan look, "Yeah. Sweating is disgusting, so I don't do it."
Roman didn't know how to respond to that. Neither did any of them, except for Logan, "Well, there is a condition called anhidrosis, which is a reduced ability or inability to produce sweat. Is it possible that you have that?"
"No, I think I just don't like sweating," Remus shook his head.
"Can we stop talking about sweating and instead focus on the fact that the church is surrounded by a fence?" Damon gestured his hand towards the old church which came into view, "I mean, of course, we can just climb over it, but it has spikes, so..."
"Is there a hole under the fence? Or maybe in it?" Logan pushed his glasses up. Damon looked at him.
"It's iron, try again, sherlock," the group walked closer to the church. Remus was already touching the fence, trying to climb over it while Roman tried to stop him and get him back down. They all looked around when they heard a phone ringing. Logan reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He sighed and put the phone to his ear.
"Yes, Patton?" the other four tried to be as quiet as possible, "Ah, no, I am afraid I'm not at school, I..." Logan looked between all of them, settling at Damon who was mouthing 'You're sick', if Virgil guessed correctly, "I got nauseous, so the teachers made me go home," there is a bit of silence, only a muffled quiet voice coming from the phone that neither of them could decipher, "Yes, I would appreciate. I apologize for making you anxious...Yes, of course. See you after school," he ended the call and put the phone back in his back pocket.
"You didn't mute your phone, are you fucking mental?"
"Remus, shut the fuck up, anyways, do any of you see a gate?" after Damon stopped talking Virgil pointed at Logan. The other four looked at him confused. He gestured for Logan to move, then pointed again. The four looked in the said direction, "Oh, there it is. Does anyone know how to pick locks?"
"I do," said two voices at once. Remus and Logan looked at each other, "To be honest, I am not surprised," Logan said.
"To be honest, I am pleasantly surprised. What else can you do with those hands, nerd?"
"Right, well, Remus, I am sure you have a bobby pin in that monstrosity you call hair," Damon scrunched up his nose.
Remus pulled out two bobby pins out of his bun, "You're just jelly of my long shiny locks."
"That greasy thing hasn't been washed in three years, I am not jealous. Trust me."
Remus and Logan walked over to the lock, "Padlocks are easy to picklock, this should only take a couple seconds," Logan takes on of the bobby pins out of Remus' hand and puts it in the lock. They can't really see what the two are doing, but as promised, they hear the padlock open. Remus throws the padlock away and Loga opens the gate. Remus is the first one to run in, walking to the front door. The rest followed and quickly caught up with him.
The church itself had two large towers on either side. It had a stone structure and the left tower was missing a roof on one side. It had long stained glass windows with a pointed arch, some of the lower ones were broken. The right tower and what had remained of the left had a sharply pointed spire with a cross on top.
"I am assuming this is gothic revival church since an original gothic church would be more broken than this."
"Who cares, let's go inside!" Roman was already opening the door. Surprisingly, the door was open. They stepped inside. The inside was massive. It was long with columns on either side. Instead of the ceiling was a ribbed vault, "Holy shit..." Roman's voice echoed through the church. The crunching of the leaves on the floor echoed as well. Everything echoed.
"Remus, if you scream I swear to god..." Damon glared at the said man. Remus just smiled and shrugged. Then he screamed. After everyone was done covering their ears and the echo slowly fainted, the four began yelling at him and Damon pushed him away, to which Remus just laughed.
They explored the church for a while, which involved Remus mostly hanging off the statues and drawing on the walls with pens, Logan taking pictures and analyzing the interior, Roman standing behind the podium and preaching about Beyonce and Damon and Virgil messing with the organ. After that, they went out in the back where the graveyard was.
"I bet the church was closed down because it was haunted. Do you think someone was killed here?"
Damon looked at Remus, "It's an old abandoned church, of course someone was killed here."
"Do you think there are ghosts?" Roman looked back at the angel statue covered in moss that they passed a while ago.
"Ghosts don't exist."
"Of course they do, specs," Roman spat back.
"Is that so? Do you have any physical proof to back up your statement?"
"No, that's kinda the point of ghosts."
"My dudes, I think I just found a grave robbed grave," they turned to look in Remus' direction. The said man was looming over a seemingly empty grave. When they took a closer look at it they noticed that the casket was opened and almost invisible under the dirt that fell back in the hole. The decomposed remains of the women in it looked terrifying, "That's, like, so cool. I wish that were me."
Virgil didn't think it was cool. Actually, he thought it was revolting and unnerving. The thought of him dying and someone just digging up his corpse to look for something to make money with is disturbing. He stepped away from the grave. He didn't feel safe anymore, instead, it was replaced with an eerie feeling that someone was watching them. He needed to get out of here. He pulled out his phone and began typing. He tapped on Roman's shoulder and the shorter man eventually turned around and read the message, 'u wanna go to dennys? i havent eaten anything all day and im starving'
Roman turned to the others, "Hey, wanna go to Dennys? I am starting to feel kinda hungry."
"Glad you mentioned it, my stomach acids are literally starting to eat me up from the inside," Remus turned around to face the other two.
"Yeah, sure."
"That is satisfactory."
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Better Late than Never | Lee Jeno
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[The title lowkey goes with the story but not really lmao]
Summary: The reader is late for a school field trip. Once getting on the bus, they have no choice but to sit in the last seat available, next to ‘No-fun’ Jeno
Words: 1.4k
Warnings: a bit of swearing
Honestly, you weren’t the biggest fan of running. It was literally too much effort just to get to a place quicker than usual. For that reason, you always planned everything beforehand and got used to getting places earlier. It was a simple solution. Today was a different story.
Usually, getting to school wasn’t a huge problem. Your body clock always woke you up on time and you had your phone’s alarm just in case but for some reason, on this day of all days, your body somehow ignored both your mental and real alarm and decided to sleep in for two extra hours. Now you were running around the house stressed about fixing yourself and your lunch. Today was the day of a very relevant field trip that your teacher had constantly reminded your class even two months before date, and now you were running late. You mentally smacked yourself as you hurriedly got ready. The walk to your school was about 10 minutes, so that could easily turn into a 5 minute sprint.
Turning your head towards a clock in your kitchen, your eyes widened at the time. The bus for the trip would leave at 7 and it was 6:50. A string of swears left your mouth as you stuck on whatever pair of shoes was sitting outside of the closet, grabbed your house keys and practically flew through the door. There was no time to waste.
The beat of your heart started to pick up in pace just as your feet did. Your bag bounced up and down as you briskly passed every house on your block. Turning left, you tightened your grip on your phone and checked the time on it for reassurance. 6:55. Shit. For some damn reason, your legs automatically started quickening as if they knew that you were in need for the speed. You felt like fucking Dash from the Incredibles. 
In a matter of minutes, you began to see a clear view of your school and the travel bus sitting by the front steps. Your biology teacher waited at the front of the bus staring you down as if she knew which direction you lived. On her face was a blunt expressions of you’re fucking late and you returned it with the look that said I know I’m sorry. 
When you finally got to the bus, you hopped on and quickly apologized to your entire class for running late when you all could’ve left earlier for the 2 hour bus ride. No one really cared though. They just continued their conversations with the people around them. 
Your eyes wandered around the bus in search for your friends. A small appeared on your lips before pressing them into a thin line. There were no seats anywhere near your friends. There were barely any seats. The only one left that was not beside the teacher was beside Lee Jeno.
A sigh escaped your lips. Great, you thought, The only seat left is beside ‘no fun’ Jeno. Two hours of pure nothing. And you sure didn’t want to sit near your teacher either. The soles of your shoes squeaked as you approached the seat which was near the back. Jeno hadn’t noticed you approaching yet as he was immersed with something on his phone. 
“Mind if I sit here?” You questioned quietly, “There aren’t any seats left.” The tips of your fingers ran over the rough straps of your backpack multiple times. You seriously did not want to sit beside the teacher for two hours. 
“Sure I don’t mind,” he answered dully. His eyes didn’t even leave the screen so you were sure he had no idea who he was even speaking to. 
You let out another huff and tossed your bag into the storage on top. The seat sunk as you plopped down into it, phone and earphones in hand. Almost as soon as you sat, the bus driver had started the vehicle and immediately began driving. There was many conversations going on, basically one happening in each row of seats, all except for yours and Jeno’s. You didn’t mean it but you gritted your teeth angrily. Sure, you and Jeno weren’t close friends or have you guys even spoken outside of school, but small talk wouldn’t hurt at all. 
You found your eyes drifting towards his direction and found him just listening to his music as he stared out the window. You figured his friends weren’t in this class because literally no one had tried to speak to him yet or had tried to communicate with him unlike your friends who had made a few hand signals at you a few minutes before. Biting your bottom lip, you decided to follow him and listen to your own music. It will probably help the time pass a bit. 
Choosing a slow song playlist, you rested your head against the seat’s headrest and closed your eyes.
If it weren’t for your one earbud falling out of your ear, you wouldn’t have woken up in a confused and exhausted state. Your head was comfortably on Jeno’s shoulder and you found that he had laid your sweater over your shoulders and arms so you hadn’t gotten cold. 
Startled, you jolted and sat up, “Shit I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.” You felt your cheeks warm up from embarrassment as you couldn’t bring yourself to making straight eye contact with him. 
He smiled widely, his eyes turning into crescents. You felt yourself blush even harder. What the hell this isn’t like you stop blushing. He took out one of his earbuds and spoke, “It’s okay, I promise. I would’ve shaken your head off of my shoulder if I didn’t like it, you know.” He let out a small laugh and held a thumbs up.
“Wait what time is it? How long ’til we get to the destination?” You looked around still trying to take in what had just happened. 
“It’s only eight o’ three so about fifty more minutes,” he replied. You groaned and sat back. Are you fucking serious? 
“I feel you,” he chuckled. He paused his music and wrapped his earphones around his phone, “Do you want to play a game for the rest of the ride? I’m getting bored of listening to music.” You looked at him surprised, hopefully not noticing how shocked you were. 
“Sure what game? I have nothing planned,” you answered, wrapping your own earphones around your phone. 
“How about would you rather? I always play it with my friends,” he suggested, “If not, I have nothing else.” 
“Sure, but you start,” you turned your body so that you were cross legged in your seat and facing him.
He raised an eyebrow and let out small hum, almost deep in thought. Jeno’s face relaxed as he finally thought of one.
“Would you rather end every sentence with ‘just joking’ or start every sentence with ‘hey idiot’?” 
There was a short silence between the two of you as you fell deep in thought.
“The first one, no one would take me seriously if I said just joking after everything,” you replied, “And what if somebody failed a test or something and you’re trying to comfort them? You’d be like, ‘yo it’s alright, you can do better next time, just joking.’” 
Jeno bursted out laughing, covering his mouth at the realization at how loud he suddenly was, “You wouldn’t be able to compliment someone either… How about the ‘hey idiot’ one?” 
“I don’t know, I mean, ‘Hey idiot, you can do better next time,’ sounds a lot more better than the other one,” you laughed. 
The game continued, occasionally falling into a different topic after each decision that had to be made. Near the end of the bus ride, you seriously asked yourself why everyone called him ‘no fun’ Jeno when he was the seriously complete opposite. It could be a nickname from those who hadn’t taken time to get to know him. Any reason, they were wrong.
“Here.” You found his phone being shoved into your hands. It was already unlocked and the messages app was open. 
Your eyebrows furrowed, “Huh?” You looked up at him still confused but he looked back at you with the same smile almost an hour earlier. 
“O-oh, I was wondering if you could give me your number… I had fun during the ride,” he lowered his head shyly and kept his attention on his phone, “And if you wanted to play a different game back, maybe like 20 questions or chopsticks.” 
You almost gasped out loud before nodding, “Of course.” Your fingers flew across the keyboard as you inputted your number. You sent yourself a smiley face and handed the phone back to Jeno. You hadn’t thought that being late would benefit you at all. 
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x-lipstickstain-x · 6 years
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hey so, i really enjoyed the imagine you wrote and i would like to request one as well, if you want to write it; ive been listening to the song lost in japan by shawn mendes and thought about andi (bc what else do i think about lately, nothing) maybe you can come up with something for that. i know this is really vague, sorry. (also i kinda hate the y/n thing, can you just pick a name, its less awkward to read) okay, thank you so much if you wanna give it a try 💜
It`s only been like 10 years since I got this request lmao. This has actually been done for quite a few days now, I`m just getting really bad at posting. So yeah this is kinda based on the song Lost in Japan by Shawn Mendes.  Anyway, enjoy!
Andreas Wellinger Imagine ~ Lost in Japan
I couldn’t wait to see her in Sapporo. My best friend hadbeen working in Japan on her placement year for over six months now and Ihadn’t had an opportunity to see her since then. Ella and I have been friendssince we were kids. We grew up as neighbours and throughout all these years wemanaged to grow such a strong, unbreakable bond. So many times our friendshiphad been put to a test, but no problem matters  when you realise how much you care forsomeone.  
Ella was coming to the competitions in Sapporo, we had itplanned for a few months now, so both of us were extremely excited. Thecompetitions in Russia had just finished for us and until the whole team wouldhead to Japan, it was still quite a few days.
One night, I decided to finally free up the storage on myphone as the constant notifications about it being full, were driving meabsolutely insane. I went straight to my gallery and I deleted a fewscreenshots which I was sure would not longer be needed, but somehow I gotblown into a folder where I kept pictures of all Ella’s and my adventures fromquite a few years back. The smile on my face was present the whole time to thepoint where my cheeks began to hurt and my eyes started tearing up.
My soulmate was thousands of miles away and I couldn’texplain in words how much I missed the sound of her voice live, or how much Iached for her cuddles whenever I felt down. She always knew what I needed andshe tried to give her all to me even from the other side of the world, but asselfish as it sounds, it just wasn’t enough for me. So that’s when I got acrazy idea. I wanted to see her and I wasn’t willing to wait for it any longer.
I clapped my hands, smiling at my laptop screen which confirmedmy flight for tomorrow morning. I would be landing in Tokyo in the evening and Iplanned on making my way straight to the apartment she was staying in. I wasthankful that I sent her some things through the post before, so I knew herexact address. Now, I was only hoping she would be happy to see me earlier thanplanned.
I headed to my coach’s room to inform him about my earlydeparture, when I explained why, Schuster was surprisingly understanding and hetrusted me enough to continue training on my own and then join in with the teamonce they arrive.
After saying a quick goodbye to my teammates, I returned tomy room. There was nothing left for me to do besides packing and booking myselfa hotel in Tokyo, just in case Ella didn’t want me staying with her, which Ihighly doubted, but I’d rather be safe.
That night I fell asleep with a huge smile on my face.Although, it was very difficult for me to fall asleep because of how excited Iwas. I felt like a little kid. I just couldn’t get her off of my mind, nomatter how hard I tried.
The next morning I checked my phone after waking up, justlike I usually do. Seeing the daily ‘good morning Milka’ text on my phonescreen, I smiled. It never failed to put a smile on my face. I typed out aresponse, before setting my phone down and hopping out of bed. I wasn’t amorning person, but today wasn’t just a normal day, so it wasn’t as much of aneffort.
Before I knew it, I was on the plane to Tokyo. Therealisation seemed to hit me all of a sudden and I exhaled a happy sigh. Just afew more hours and I would finally get to see her beautiful smile and hold oneof the most important girls in my life. My head wandered over to thinking abouthow the dark haired girl would react to seeing me. A huge part of me was sureshe would be just as happy as I am, but a small part of me didn’t want to bedisappointed if she wasn’t.
I tilted my head from side to side, trying to crack my achingneck. Let’s just say I didn’t fall asleep in the best position, but that nolonger mattered when my taxi pulled up outside of the building Ella lived in.
I thanked the taxi driver after paying him and I got out ofthe car. I looked up at the tall building, while dragging my suitcase behindme. A million sentences were running through my head that I wanted to say toher as soon as I see her. I glanced around as I stepped into the reception,this place looked much fancier than she explained.
I smiled at the woman behind the reception counter and I justcontinued walking to the lift. I fixed my hair in the mirror, noticing howhappy I already looked just from thinking about Ella. The door opened and Ileft the lift, searching for the right door number.
I stopped walking right in front of Ella’s door. I stared atit for a few seconds before I dared myself to knock. Nothing. My heart sank alittle, why didn’t I think about this. She didn’t have to be at home, I couldbe here waiting for hours. I am such an idiot. I quietly groaned to myselfbefore knocking again.
“Oh crap… One second!” I heard the beautiful voice call outfrom inside the apartment and my heart started beating much faster. Open thegoddamn door Elle, I thought to myself, growing really impatient.
I heard the key turn from the inside and the door was quicklypulled open by my best friend with a towel on her head. She only stuck out herhead, but her jaw fell and her eyes almost popped out when she saw me. All thewords I wanted to say suddenly left my head and I was no longer capable ofspeaking.
The girl rushed over to me, squeals leaving her mouth. Herarms wrapped around my neck so tightly, I was sure she almost pulled a musclein my back. I wasn’t complaining. My arms swiftly wrapped around her waist andI picked her up, holding her as close as possible.
“You can’t just turn up to my door like this Andi!” Ellachocked out, which immediately made me pull back to look at her face. Worryrushed over me as I noticed the tears running down her face. “You don’t knowhow much I missed you. I can’t believe you’re here..” She whispered, snifflingquietly with a huge smile on her face. She pulled me back into a hug and Iclosed my eyes.
I missed this content feeling. “I missed you so much angel,”I whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of her head as I carried her throughthe door. I let her down gently and I went back for my suitcase, closing thedoor behind me. Ella was still staring at me in awe, as if she was worried itwas just her imagination and I would disappear in a second.
“What are you doing here?” She asked, strolling up to me andhugging me once again. It only just came to my attention that she was onlywearing a bathrobe.  
“Interrupting your shower, apparently.” I chuckled, glancingdown at her, she laughed and playfully pinched my side. Her laugh was music tomy ears. “I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to come here to see you,” Iadmitted after a moment.
“I’m sorry, give me five minutes and we’ll talk,” Ellasmiled, still wiping at her eyes. The girl disappeared into her room and Idecided to take a look around her apartment. I instantly spotted a frame withmultiple pictures inside it, hung up on the wall above the fireplace. A cheesysmile crawled onto my face as I saw most of the pictures were ours, right fromwhen we were little, to just last year. I saw this girl growing into such abeautiful and smart woman.
I flinched at the feeling of something touching my back andshoulder, but I quickly realised it was just Ella, trying to cuddle me frombehind. A small laugh escaped my lips and I let her cuddle into my body.
“I hope I didn’t ruin any plans you had?” I sighed quietly,biting down onto my lip.
The girl looked up at me with an amused expression on herface. “You know fully well that I would cancel any plans for you… That’s if Ihad any in the first place.” She surprised me with her words, positively ofcourse.
Ella pulled away from me and she started messing with herhair, I watched her with a smile, but a part of me felt like her sudden changein behaviour had a reason behind it. I was correct.
“Andi.. Can we go for a walk?” She asked in a soft tone, hereyes pleading me to agree.
I instantly nodded my head. I’d love to see more of Tokyo andI hoped I’d get to find out what was bugging my best friend. “Of course, butare you feeling okay?” I questioned worriedly.
I received a single nod and she smiled. “I think so. We willsee.” She laughed while grabbing her purse. She took my hand and I followed herto the door without any further questions.
The majority of the walk consisted of us talking abouteverything that had happened in the past few months that she had been away for,although, we already knew everything since we talked almost everyday over thephone.
It was already dark, but in my opinion that only made thecity look even more beautiful. We eventually came to a stop at bench when thedark haired girl mentioned that she wanted to sit down for a moment. We sat incomplete silence, which was never an issue as we where both comfortable withit, but Ella kept opening her mouth and closing it like she wanted to saysomething. She nervously rubbed the palms of her hands together and I shook myhead.
“Just say what’s on your mind El.. I may not have seen youfor a while, but I can still tell when you need to get something off of yourchest,” I sighed, looking into her eyes. I could see how difficult it was forher, she looked up at the sky before squeezing her eyes shut.
“So, I was going to tell you this in Sapporo, but you’re herenow and I can’t pretend that things are the same…” She mumbled and I began to grownervous myself. “I’m sorry Andreas, but I’m in love with you,” her voice wasshaky yet somewhat stern.
My mouth fell open and stared at her, completely stunned byher words. “You what?” I eventually muttered.
She was clearly frustrated as she ran her hand roughlythrough her hair before raising to her feet at a rather quick pace, whichalmost made me jump. “Look, I was thinking a lot and I realised that how much Imissed you wasn’t normal. I miss you more than anyone, I think about you morethan anyone, I can’t live without you-,” her words were sweet, but her tonemade it seem like she was yelling the worst abuse at me so I did the firstthing that came to my mind and I would be lying if I said I have never thoughtabout doing this before. I raised to my feet, gently cupped her face into mylarge hands and I kissed her as hard as I could.
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constellationclarke · 5 years
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Lmao ignore me (if the read more doesn’t work on mobile I’m sorry ya’ll can scroll past this I’m just venting to myself so I don’t go crazy)
Shoutout to my mum and her need to manipulate interactions to make me look bad or embarrassed or like a bitch so she can, what? Have moral superiority?? Oh and then act like nothing is wrong and continuing joking and so trying to further manipulate things by acting like I’m the bad guy or there’s something wrong with me bc I’m no longer happy obviously for being treated like that but to her I’m “moody” or a bitch or “never in a good mood” or “can never take a joke”. I’m so sick of it
Moments ago she came into my room looking for something and while she was here we started joking about something, something really mundane like it was to do with some clothes and shoeboxes like that’s how irrelevant it was and we were both laughing and I was mid laugh when she just comes out with “this isn’t funny my aunt is dying” and I’m just ??? She hadn’t mentioned it at. all. and she just interrupted me, in the midst of our laughter over a joke she actually started to say that and I was stunned and silent because I was so blindsided I didn’t know how to react and then I eventually ask which aunt and if I’d met her and which cousin she’s the mother of and she tells me and then I ask what happened and mum says it’s cancer and then like. Straight after saying that she goes right back into joking and then leaves and I’m just sat here completely stunned. And it’s not the first time she’s done this, she does it all the time. We’ll be joking around and she’ll tease me and it’s fine but as soon as I start I’m disrespectful and need to be serious and ‘this isn’t the time for joking’ or ‘who do you think you are to speak to me that way’ and she’ll just completely ruin the mood just to prove her authority over me and then as soon as she’s done she’ll start joking with me again but it’s always insulting me in a lowkey way and then she’ll be ‘confused’ when I’m all of a sudden not joking back and basically call me a bitch and it’s always been this way
Like as a teenager, whenever I’d have friends over and we would just be chilling quietly in my room she would come in and start berating me for something I apparently did that was wrong and it was all a complete sham because she would do it in english whereas if there really was a problem she would speak to me in portuguese but no, she would find some tiny insignificant thing and go all ‘stern disciplinarian mum mode’ just to, what? Prove to my 13yr old friend “oh look at me disciplining my child and embarrassing her in front of her friends and ruining her evening by intruding on a moment I wasn’t even a part of just to assert my dominance, I’m such a good mother!”
Or the time when I was young and was horrified at the fact that people ate rabbits and so I vehemently refused to eat rabbit meat because it upset me so much and when I was like 10 or roundabouts and we were having a big family dinner and all my aunts and uncles and cousins were there and I was told that for dinner we were having chicken and I had no reason to suspect otherwise and the meat in the pan looked like chicken, not that I paid that much attention to it, so I was having a good time chatting and laughing with my cousins and I didn’t understand why they gave me strange looks when I wanted a second serving and asked them to pass me the chicken but they did and we carried on being kids and dinner went on and then it was over and a few moments later from the ‘grown up’ end of the table mum calls my name so I look over to see what she wants and they’re all looking at me and she’s smirking and asks what I thought of the food and I’m confused but I assume she means because my aunt cooked or something idk so I say it was great and the adults all burst out laughing and she reveals to me it was rabbit and she had got all the adults to lie to me and tell me it wasn’t chicken because she knew I was against eating rabbit so she just. Completely and utterly humiliated me in front of our entire family and lied to me and deceived me into doing something she knew I wasn’t comfortable with and now everybody was laughing and making fun of me and I just had to sit there and take it while trying really hard not to cry or react in any way because I knew that if I did have any sort of negative reaction I would just be further humiliated or punished for it. The other day she brought it up while we were in public and was like ‘haha wasn’t this so funny’ but she’s been treating me like shit all my life and I guess she just thought that I’d always continue to put up with it so boy the look of pure shock on her face when I clearly wasn’t amused and very bluntly said “that’s not funny at all. You humiliated me in front of the entire family and you lied to me. You should be ashamed” was amazing, she literally was speechless for a moment as I continued to calmly eat my lunch and let her and my dad stew in the awkward silence until she hastily cleared her throat and tried changing the subject
And how about how she is very affectionate which I’m always told I should be thankful for that she enjoys showing her love but I’m not because she completely disregards my boundaries (to the point that it’s something that makes me so angry that if I ever have kids I’ve sworn to myself that I’m going to teach them about consent from a young age and that absolutely no one, no matter who they are, family or not, can touch them if they don’t feel comfortable and have every right to say so!!) My mum would like to launch kiss attacks and would end up tackling me and pinning me down because I would say no and try to get away from her so she would do that, thinking it’s all a big joke, and even though she would make me laugh by tickling me, I would not at all be comfortable with it and would actually feel trapped and panicking but I just tried to stay calm despite my gut reaction being to push her off me or kick or do whatever I could to get away but I knew if I did I would be in so much trouble so I would just try to squirm away but accidents happen and sometimes in the midst of the play fighting I’d accidentally hit her or something and she would completely flip out and yell at me and tell me off for being “so mean and cruel and nasty and a horrible person” and punish me. And one time we were joking around because she snatched my phone away in return for affection and I was trying to get it back and also get away from her and she accidentally ended up dropping it and hitting me but then told me not to overreact and at that point it had been like 17/18 years of this and I’d had enough and lost my patience and was upset and no longer in the mood to put up with it and I was emotional but managed to calmly call her out and say that even though I recognised what just happened was an accident and she didn’t mean it, it was unfair that she forces me into situations where I feel uncomfortable and I’ll accidentally hurt her and she’ll get mad but when she does it to me and even almost damages my stuff there’s no problem and I was visibly upset but she didn’t care and just said “no. your phone is fine and you can have it back but I did this by accident but when you hit and hurt me you do it on purpose because you’re mean” which is rich coming from a woman who thinks it’s okay to slap a child if they misbehave and she never apologised and the next day acted like nothing had happened except to ask me if I’d “calmed down yet” and then continued on pushing for affection
Ooo and what about the time on my 18th birthday, you know, a day people get really excited for and everyone views as special? And instead I went to school and was treated like crap and ignored the whole day by my so-called friends for absolutely no reason to the point where I was on the verge of tears at the end of the day and was so emotionally exhausted coming home that I fell asleep for hours. I was vaguely aware of mum coming home and talking to me but I was so tired I asked if we could talk later and she was absolutely fine and understanding and let me sleep (also important to note that during the night one of her uni assignment results had been published but we’ll get back to this in a second) and then I was woken up for dinner and as I come downstairs dad hands me the phone because my uncle and aunt want to say happy birthday and we don’t have a good relationship with them because they’re not good people and have done some shitty stuff to use but I was tired and didn’t want to start trouble and cause fights by refusing to talk to them so I relented and it was just a quick 30 second conversation and even though they’re horrible at least calling me to say happy birthday was a good action right? Apparently I was wrong and a bitch talking to them because when I hang up the phone and go to the kitchen to eat, all of a sudden mum was cold towards me and only spoke to me if it was necessary in clipped short sentences like to answer my question of what was for dinner or to ask me to pass something and she wouldn’t even look at me and I was so confused and things just got worse because dad was so oblivious and because we were silent he got distracted by the news on tv and absorbed in it so dinner was spent in practically total silence and mum finished eating quickly and jumped up immediately to start washing up rather than spend another second at the table with me, ya know, her daughter on her birthday, and then dad also finished before me and got up to do something so . I was eating alone and all I could think about was the shitty day I’d had to the point where I felt like I was going to have a panic attack and ended up bursting into tears over my plate and dad was obviously worried and now I was sobbing that my day had been absolutely horrible and I felt like shit and now on top of it mum was mad at me and won’t even talk to me and I was just breaking down and she just sighed and denied being mad at me and they calmed me down and I went up to bed to rest and later mum came to talk to me and she admitted she was mad at me for speaking to my aunt n uncle and I countered by calmly saying “yeah they’re dicks but at least they called me instead of ignoring me and were nice and I’d already had such a shit day on a day that is supposed to be my day and I was exhausted and didn’t want to cause a fight” and she said “well it’s not just all about you you know, today is about me too since I have birth to you and you didn’t even think of me, I get home and you’re just asleep and when I went to talk to you you didn’t even ask me what grade I got in that assignment when I’d told you the grades were coming out today!” And I was just so shocked into silence and in the end I ended up apologising to her
Let’s not forget the time the night before my english lit A-level, you know, the most important exam to me since at that time I had applied to study english lit at uni and this grade was important, and she and dad had been fighting over something and then that night they’re having a massive screaming match over the phone because he was in Portugal and this is all while I’m trying to study and they’re shouting things at one another and having the worst fight that I’ve ever heard them have, to the point where I genuinely thought they were going to get divorced, that’s how awful it was, and then they start arguing over fucking phone calls and dad is insisting one thing and mum is insisting the other and it was about one night dad talking to me on the phone so they fucking drag me into the argument to clear things up aka say who’s right and who’s wrong and effectively pick a side but it turns out they were both kind of wrong about the situation and I stay neutral and clear things up but that actually makes it worse and I guess mum was expecting me to be on her side and she continues screaming at my dad and then actually starts screaming at me saying I just make things worse and that I’m a liar despite the fact that they’re the ones that dragged their own child into fight just to use me against each other and that I actually had proof to back up what I said!! But no, this is irrelevant and she says I’m a liar and a bad person because I’m purposefully making things worse and I’m not siding with her and she’s genuinely screaming at me and I have enough and basically tell her that she can fuck off dragging me into an argument and trying to use me and that she has no consideration for me and my feelings and the fact that I have a fucking exam the next morning and now have to deal with this shit and I just go back to my room and slam the door and I hear her slam hers and I just end up crying for ages instead of studying because I can’t focus on studying anymore and things seem like they’re falling apart and after a couple of hours she comes to me with a fake ass apology that doesn’t even really apologise for what happened
Oh and after she came to ‘apologise’, she tried to have this big deep talk with me and during the talk I told her that I don’t like it when she calls me stupid because it’s something that she and my dad did that really fucked me up as a kid and now I can’t handle being called it by them and I just tell her I don’t like it and she promises not to do it anymore and guess fucking what. Now she manipulates me with it where instead of just outright calling me stupid she’ll joke “don’t make me call you that word you don’t want me to call you” to get me to do something, like. Is it really that hard to just be a decent fucking human being? And after that fight, because it was so big and they had genuinely screamed stuff at each other about splitting up, naturally there was a moment where I was scared they were going to get divorced or something and during that big ‘deep’ talk after the fight she told me I was “silly” to think that and every now and then if she and dad are having a slight disagreement about something she likes to mock me and say “yeah are you still scared mummy and daddy are getting a divorce” and it’s like. no matter what I say I’m never respected and I’m just mocked and belittled and disrespected and humiliated at every chance so she can prove her superiority and I’m so tired and I wish I could say it was just these things that happen but there have been so many more instances and other things that she’s done to me and I’m genuinely just tired. I’m tired of feeling angry. I’m tired of being treated the way I’m treated and god I just wish I could go back to uni so I’m away from home because this really isn’t good for my mental health
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hsj-scenarios · 7 years
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HSJ as yanderes, please? I'm curious about that 🤔
( Note: I wrote them as having average lives to make this a little more realistic. Some members were skipped over because I just can’t imagine them as a yandere. – Mod L )
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Ryosuke:
The yandere that you don’t even know is a yandere until further into the relationship, especially if you friendzone him.
He seemed so normal at first. Your best friend’s brother, your initial relationship with him had been cordial and nearly nonexistent – until your car broke down one night in the middle of nowhere. You were lucky enough to run into him, on his way from business of his own and he gave you a ride home.
“Thanks for this,” You had said upon arriving at your doorstep. “What were the odds of seeing you out there? I’m so lucky!”
“I was surprised myself.” His smile was as innocent and bright as ever. You’d never know that it was him who’d planned this all along, rigging your car in his elaborate effort to force you into talking to him. “But, I’m also kind of glad. It was really nice speaking to you. We should do it more.”
And, your relationship began there. Or rather, what he thought was a relationship. Meeting up at cafes, late night texts, coming over his apartment to play video games. He was fooled into thinking that the two of you were more than you were, only to have a rude awakening when you brought up the person that you liked; asking for Ryosuke’s advice.
Something in him snapped, though silence filled the air. He wasn’t an idiot, after all. Of course he wouldn’t go off the handle and scare you away. No, he had to stay calm. And so, he gave you the needed advice before excusing himself to get a drink. Did you want one? Sure you did, you’d been playing games all evening. If only you knew what he had slipped inside that drink.
“You’re absolutely crazy if you think I’m sharing you.” Were the last words you heard before losing consciousness.
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Yuto:
The yandere that’s possessive around you, yet seems innocent to everyone else.
A member of the photography club at your university, Yuto chose you as his muse and it was often that the two of you would meet up in different places. He was the school sweetheart, the guy that everyone in class liked. You couldn’t believe that a guy like him would want to be around youso often. You believed it less when he said that he loved you, but accepted his confession nonetheless. He loved your body, maybe, though you had a hard time believing he loved everything about you. Little did you know, he was obsessed with everything about you.
“I don’t like the way Arioka looks at you.” Was his idle comment one day, watching you eat lunch through the lens of his camera before he set it down. His expression was serious, rough, unlike his normal softness.
You knew who he spoke of. Your classmate and newly made friend Arioka Daikispoke before about how strange your relationship with Yuto was. Daikihad seen the changing expressions, the tight grip on your arm, and sensed the overall fakeness that Yuto exhibited towards him and everyone else when it concerned you. Your relationship isn’t healthy, he had told you.
I’m working on it. You would answer back, actually agreeing with the man. I’m working on it. You would continue to say, only for it to become too late. Only once did you tell Yuto ‘let’s talk’ and he took it badly before another sentence got out. Darkness flooded your vision before you woke, all tied up in a room filled with all the pictures Yuto had taken of you over the years.
It was then that you seriously realized how bad things had gotten.
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Chinen:
The clingy yandere that can’t stand being apart from his ‘obsession’.
Childhood friends since primary school, you did pretty much everything with Chinen. He was your unofficial little brother, coming by your home so much that your parents would joke about adopting him. Sometimes it got frustrating, having someone tag alongside you and always be behind you wherever you look – but you chalked it up to his little brother complex. He couldn’t stand to be alone, so it must’ve been something mental. Right? But, it wasn’t your place to say anything about it. You could only ask for alone time now and then, which he begrudgingly allowed.
It was in the early years of university when he made a move, kissing you out of the blue. “I don’t want to be your little brother.” He had said, undoing years of friendship in want of something more.
You were speechless. “I’m sorry…” Was all your voice could manage, watching as his face fell. “That’s all I can see you as.”
It took only a few seconds for his expression to recover, immediately attempting to remedy the situation. “Oh, well…I should apologize then.”
It was never the same after that and he sensed it, giving you distance for a short while. Until you fall asleep in your own bed one night to wake up in his basement, unable to move.
“If only you accepted my feelings, it wouldn’t have had to come to this.” He told you, fingers combing through your hair. “But, don’t worry. You seeing me as a little brother was my mistake. We grew up together, after all. From now on, I’m your boyfriend and will treat you accordingly. Actually…maybe fiancee sounds better.”
Now, you’ll never be too far apart.
Keito:
Too gentle to be a yandere (lol). Would probably cry after kidnapping you and bring you back home.
Daiki:
Too nice to be a yandere. Would actually save you from the yandere.
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Inoo:
Lowkey obvious yandere, but he’s already your boyfriend so you mistake it for love.
Unashamed to show his love for you, even in public, he’s that loving boyfriend who all of your friends are both jealous of and tease you about. Like a puppy, he’ll wait with a longing heart for you to come home and has a warm welcome waiting for when you do. Never forgets a special occasion or even little things like doctor’s appointments. He only wants the best for you. To take care of you. Although, there’s a darker side to him.
“If you ever left me, I don’t know what I’d do.” Were his somber words one day, holding you close on the couch.
They were words said time and time again, your responses were getting automatic at this point. “Starve?” You teased, yet didn’t expect to get the answer you received.
“I’d die.”
Waiting for some self-depreciating remark on his own cooking, there was none and you realized that Kei was completely serious. Turning back to face him, the look on his face said as much. Still, you said nothing and turned back around; your own face now concerned.
It would come as a relief to know that he lied. Sort of. When you tried to leave, he didn’t attempt to kill himself, but instead locked the apartment so you couldn’t leave. And he made it clear:
If you tried again, it would be the both of you to go.
Yuya:
Also too nice to be a yandere. Would save you from the yandere.
Hikaru:
Would think being yandere is plain crazy (and it is lmao). Wouldn’t get involved in any of that mess.
Yabu:
Too sensible to be a yandere. Would call the police on the yandere.
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my-mystic-mess · 7 years
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Can I request the RFA+V and Saeran reacting to MC having super bad period pains~ idk sorry it's weird lmao. I love your writing! 💞
Dood, I also have god awful cramps. I hate periods so so much, this is what I feel like when I’m on mine…
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And thank you!! It’s so nice of you to say that~ You have no idea how happy I am when I hear that someone likes my writing!!
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Disclaimer: spoilers, blood, and slight mentions of sex???(like sex ed, nothing graphic)
o   Yoosung
·        WHAT IS GOING ON?
·        When he finds you curled up in a ballon your bed groaning from the pain he freaks out
·        He quickly realizes what is going onthough since he grew up with his mom, sister, and later on Rika.
·        “Honey, what can I do to help?” he wouldtimidly ask.
·        The sweet lil’ bean would be preparedto do anything he could to help you with your pain
·        Yoosung would grab you some painmedicine and after he saw that you took it, he would probably fly out the door.
·        You would wonder where Yoosung wasgoing for a minute as you would drift off, sleep over taking you as there was alull in your pain
·        You were awoken a couple hours laterto the smell of something wonderful
·        You crept into the kitchen wrapped ina comforter to see your wonderful boyfriend standing at the stove making yourfavorite dinner
·        sliding behind Yoosung you wrappedyour arms around him
·        He jumped in surprise but giggledwhen he glanced behind him to see you encased in the blanket
·        After dinner and a making sure youtook  more pain medicine he tucked youinto bed beside him making sure you were comfortable
·        Yoosung would stroke your hair as youfell asleep nuzzled beside him whispering in your ear about how much you meantto him
o   Zen
·        I honestly feel like Zen would be themost clueless
·        He’d see that you bled onto thesheets and he was freaked out
·        After you told him you were on yourperiod he’d be like…
·        “Period?? Like at the end ofsentence??” he’d try to joke around to lighten the mood
·        (he mentions he was in relationshipsbefore but I don’t think those would have progressed as far as them livingtogether; whereas I believe soon after the party you and Zen would be livingtogether)
·        and then the cramps would come…
·        “Baby, are you okay? What’s goingon?”
·        “Its cramps Zen could you please getme some Advil or something?”
·        “Advil?” he’d ask…
·        Zen was hardly ever sick or ever hurtso he didn’t really keep a lot of medicine around…
·        “ZEN GO TO THE STORE AND GET ME SOME MEDICINE! AND CHOCOLATE!”
·        He didn’t even say bye as he rushedout, the door slamming behind him
·        Zen called Jaehee on his way to thestore and asked her almost a million questions
·        After getting almost all of his questions answered he picked up what he thoughtyou might need and brought it back home
·        You were surprised to see Zen walkthrough the door with six bags from the store
·        He had gotten four boxes of tampons,three boxes of pads, four different types of medicine, and who knows how manytypes of snacks
·        Zen hesitantly approached you whereyou had laid yourself across the couch
·        And saw your face stained with tears fromthe pain(and hormones)
·        To which he immediately scooped youinto his arms and sat you on his lap
·        Where he pecked your cheeks with hissoft lips until you were left giggling
o   Jaehee
·        BOY DID SHE KNOW HOW YOU FEEL
·        Home-girl had your back when it camewith period pain
·        Her cabinets were stocked witheverything you might ever need
·        When you woke up one morning withparticularly bad cramps and a sore back she called into work immediately to askfor the day off
·        “Mc, stay in bed I’ll make yousomething to snack on and get you a heating pad.
·        After she pulled out a heating padand gave you a few extra pillows she hurried to the kitchen
·        Jaehee grinned as she brought a plateof your favorite breakfast food to you
·        You smiled softly, ushering her backunder the blankets and back next to you
·        The two of you laid nestled in bedtogether for the rest of the day
·        Jaehee would occasionally bring upsomething she found in her research that she found interesting
·        And you would chat about some ofZen’s musicals and both of your hopes for his career
·        By evening you were warm and feelinga bit better, you always felt good after being nestled into Jaehee’s side
o   Jumin
·        asdfghjkl he’d be so sweet oh my god
·        OKAY
·        You’d wake up in the middle of thenight with that awful feeling in the pit of your stomach
·        And you knew.
·        Feeling that your pajamas were nowruined you rolled out of bed and staggered into the bathroom
·        You began to clean yourself off, andthat’s when you heard Jumin getting up and gasp when he saw you weren’t in bed
·        He thundered towards the bathroom asyou opened the door
·        “Mc, darling are you alright? Do youneed anything?”
·        Jumin seemed a bit flustered butrelaxed as soon as you moved into his arms
·        “Mc… are you feeling okay?”
·        You gave a small chuckle as you toldhim that it was just your period and that you get awful cramps when you are onit
·        That’s when you both noticed that youwere in fact just in your underwear on account that the huge night shirt youhad been sleeping in getting bloody
·        Embarrassed you pulled away from himbut, he just closed his eyes and smirked while pulling you into his arms
·        “Shall we draw you a warm bath orwould you rather put some new pajamas on and get back to sleep?”
·        You laid your head on his shoulderand mumbled something about having a snack
·        He walked you to the bedroom and slipped one of his shirts over your headthen picked you back up to carry you to the kitchen for a quick midnight snack
·        You awoke the next morning on thecouch with your head in Jumin’s lap
·        Looking up you saw Jumin snoozingabove you with remnants of last night’s snack present on his cheek
·        Sitting up, you covered him with a blanketbefore making your way to the bathroom
·        All the while thinking about howabsolutely in love you are with your husband
o   Saeyoung
·        You had been out shopping when thecramps had began
·        And to make matters worse you hadbled through your pants causing you to become quite embarrassed(even if no onehad seen them)
·        By the time you got to the bunker andgotten through all of the passwords
·        (GODWHY DOES HE HAVE SO MANY PASSWORDS I JUST WANT TO BE IN BED)
·        As soon as the door was open you ranthrough stripping your pants and bloody underwear off in the process, nevernoticing that Saeyoung was dead asleep on the couch
·        (and at that point you just didn’tcare)
·        You made it into the bathroom andtook some pain medicine as you turned on the shower and…
·        (Whatthe heck? How did I get blood on my shirt?) you thought to yourself as youstepped into the shower
·        Your muscles began to relax as thewater ran down your body
·        Saeyoung awoke to the sound of theshower turning off but what he saw when he opened his eyes terrified him
·        “MC! WHERE ARE YOU? OH MY GOD, MC!”
·        Needless to say seeing your bloodiedclothes scattered across his home shook him to the core
·        He heard your muffled voice from behindthe bathroom door yet, he paid no mind as he barged in.
·        “Saeyoung?!” you squealed yanking thetowel tighter around your body
·        “M-Mc? Are you alright, I saw all theblood and I-“
·        Sighing, you gestured to the newlyopen box of pads on the bathroom counter
·        Saeyoung’s face flushed almost as redas his hair, and he began stuttering as he backed out of the bathroom slammingthe door quickly behind him
·        When you emerged a few minutes lateryou were met with the comfiest looking pillow fort you had ever seen andSaeyoung sitting inside with a heating pad and Honey Buddah Chips
·        He gestured you over and sat you onhis lap wrapping his armsaround your shoulders lovingly
·        “I’m sorry I freaked out on you babe,but maybe this will make up for it?”
·        “Saeyoung,” you sighed “it didn’tbother me. I’m just in a lot of pain.”
·        He turned on the TV as you leanedagainst him, settling in for a comfortable evening
o   Saeran
·        OKAY SO MINT EYE DOES NOT HAVE GREAT SEX EDUCATION CLASSES
·        (Much like many schools smh)
·        so the first time it happens whileyou are together he’s like
·        “Why are you so moody?”
·        “Why aRE YOU UPSET?”
·        “WHAT IS A PERIOD??? BLOOD??? WHYDOES IT HAPPEN???”
·        After you tried your best toexplain(Saeyoung explained a little more in depth at a later point)
·        (likeimagine giving your boyfriend the bird and the bees talk)
·        He gets it.
·        And the next time you got your periodhe was prepared.
·        And I mean prepared.
·        The minute he found out that you wereon it this sweet boy was over to your apartment in minutes
·        He walked in loaded down with tubs ofice cream and pain medicine
·        He didn’t say a word while he put theice cream in the freezer as he sat you down on the couch
·        You smiled softly watching Saeran bustlearound your kitchen, he hadn’t said a word except hello since he got there
·        Soon he was back by your side andhanding you a bowl of soup
·        “Eat it, and I’ll let you have someice cream later.”
·        You smiled and thanked him whiletaking the soup from his hands.
·        He sat down directly across from you,watching intently as you ate it.
·        A blush settled over your cheeks frombeing watched and you glanced up and met his stare
·        “What? Do you need anything? Are youhurting?” he asked hurriedly
·        “No, well yes, I am hurting but I don’tneed anything. I’m just really happy that you’re here with me.”
·        It was him who began to blush then,and he quickly stood and took your empty bowl
·        Suddenly, your cramps got worse andyou groaned in pain
·        Saeran was by your side quickly andtook your hands in his looking at you worriedly
·        You smiled at him reassuringly andkissed his cheek.
·        Saeran reached for your hand as youleaned your head against his shoulder and fell asleep…
o   V
·        V IS GOING TO LOVE AND CHERISH YOU NO MATTER WHAT
·        SO BE READY TO BE TREATED LIKE A FREAKING ANGEL
·        V was awoken by you twisting andturning in bed sweat coating your body
·        He groggily reached for the lamp onthe bedside table to flick it on
·        V lightly shook you awake and tookyou by the hand leading you to the bathroom
·        He turned the shower on and helpedyou undress out of your pajamas
·        You mumble out a quick thank you asyou stepped in the shower
·        He told you about some ideas forfuture photos as you washed off and soon stepped from the shower
·        V was waiting for you with a freshlydried towel and enveloped you in its warmth
·        On your bedside table was a glass ofwater and some pain medicine
·        You reached for V as you tumbled backinto bed
·        He pulled you into his chest andbegan to rub your back softly
·        You fell asleep tangled together, andneither of you could imagine a place you would rather be  
Lots Of Love,
L💖
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On a scale from 1 to kindergartner, how much of an imagination do you have? I listened to a somewhat scary podcast a lot during the school year last year and began to think paranormal things were happening to me. LAST YEAR. Your girl has a wild imagination.  Do you have a camera that takes film? Do you use it? I used to but I don’t really use them anymore. Film is expensive and difficult to get processed and I also suck at manually operating a camera.  How many places did you apply to, before someone ever called you back for a job? I have been employed at the same place for so long, I kind of forget what it is like to search for a job. I suppose when doing practicum/internship interviews over the past few years I have been offered a job after one interview both times. Lucky me. 
What is something you’ve always wanted to learn how to do? What’s stopping you? Speak another language! What is stopping me is that it is very difficult to learn and I picked a language that I have nearly zero exposure to here in Canada. But I am trying.  
Out of all of the shows, movies, and books you love, who is your OTP (one true pairing)? Hmmm Ron and Hermione.  Is there a show that every time you watch it, it always seems like the SAME rerun is on? Which show and which episode is it that haunts you? No but my Mom and I have a joke that whenever I am at her place, the Joe Kenda Homicide Hunter show comes on. I swear to god, it’s on 24/7 repeat sessions.  What are some modern (past 5 years) bands that you think will be in the Rock&Roll Hall of Fame in the next 25 years? Oh god... lmao. I am so not good at rock music.  Do those jokes about women belonging in the kitchen offend you? I think at this point it’s so... tired and sad that it honestly reflects more poorly n the person making the joke.  Which one of your bf/crush/etc’s exes do you hate the most? Why? This is a hilarious question and I am almost sad I don’t have an answer for it.  Have you ever written a FanFiction? Did people actually like it? I am fucking loling I could easily delete this question but I wonder if anyone ACTUALLY reads these so I’m going to admit that sometime in the last 7 years, I wrote a very popular piece of fan fiction and had like multiple chapter releases and everything. I won’t say what for.  Would you rather watch a movie about a dorky michael cera type, a prettyboy zac efron type, or the rough around the edges channing tatum type? Michael Cera is my number one celebrity crush.  Do you like slow, sleepy, acoustic indie music or does it bore you? That’s my fucking favourite.  Do you have your future career all planned out or are you a bit confused about what you want to do with your life? I am getting closer and closer.     Do you seem to attract a certain demographic of the opposite sex? What are they? Actually, no. But one thing in common is that people fall quickly and I don’t always return the feeling and it has led to many an awkward and sad conversation.  When you were in high school did you find the band and drama kids to be incredibly annoying?   Drama kids yes, holy shit. I honestly barely interacted with anyone in the band.  What is something superficial or nitpicky that a guy could do that would make him “undateable” to you? Smoke cigarettes.  Have you ever liked playing dollmakers or online dress-up games? Nah, I was more about Habbo Hotel.  What is the biggest difference in age you’ve ever had while dating someone? Errr it depends on what you consider dating but six years older.  At your school, did all the band kids join track? No lmfao I wish then we maybe would have actually had a coach and been able to train at Centennial.  Do you save the confetti you get from concerts? No! That’s such a cute idea! 
Would you tolerate hanging around with someone you didn’t like, if your friends liked them? Uhhhhhhhhh I guess so but I am really bad at pretending to like somebody if I don’t. 
Where’s your favourite place to hang out with friends? Someone’s place. Fuck the bar, it’s too expensive. 
Do you remember the first conversation you had with the person you like? Yessssish. I remember the night but I don’t remember the specific conversation. 
Do you make an effort to talk to all of your Facebook friends, or are there certain people that you talk to the most? Are you serious lmfao... all my Facebook friends... that is laughable 
When was the last time you had butterflies in your stomach? This morning. 
How is the last person that texted you? Getting drunk in Banff right now so I assume she’s doing fairly well. 
How many of your friends are in relationships? GOD it seems like EVERYONE. 
Who was the last person you talked to whose name started with the letter L? Uhh Lejaimen at work, 
Have you ever liked someone younger than you? Yes. 
Are you a secretive person? I want to say yes and I know anyone that reads this tumblr will be like, “lmao yeah right I know more about your life from this very public social media outlet than I know about most people I actually care about” but there is so much I leave out lmao CONSIDER THAT, PEOPLE. 
How many friends do you have on Facebook? I have no idea 
How many people follow you on Twitter? 300-some. Likely largely comprised of robots. 
What does the last email you received concern? Event confirmation for the training I attended today. 
How many people have you kissed in the last twelve months? Literally probably like 50....... sorry. 
Do you think it’s okay to like someone else if you’re in a relationship? It’s so difficult because I know myself and I am exceedingly jealous and I really feel like it’s not okay even though it happened to me in a very real way many years ago. It’s like a weird double standard. I think there are definitely mature ways to handle being attracted to other people while in a relationship and it takes a little bit of growing up / life experience to get there. 
How long have you liked the person you currently like? On and off since the fall of last year. 
Has a close friend ever hurt you? Yep. 
What’s the biggest age difference between you and someone you’ve liked or have dated? Six years. 
Have you ever developed feelings for someone you were friends with? Yes! Duh! 
What is it about yourself that you dislike the most? Probably the crippling anxiety that will literally just randomly rear it’s head and always manifests in a new way lmao I can never get on top of it. 
How would your friends describe you? They would probably say I am suuuuper weird. Impatient as fuck. Messy. Likes to party and that I work too much. 
How long are you prepared to wait to be with someone you want before you give up on them? You can’t really put an exact time on that. It all depends on the situation. If I really loved somebody I would wait but I wouldn’t hold back on new opportunities.  
Describe, in no less than three sentences, your current relationship status or situation. I have no idea if I am falling ridiculously hard for this person or if I am just lonely. I have been extremely confused and been sending the most mixed of signals out into the world. At the end of the day though I am very happy. 
What would you say is the stupidest thing you’ve EVER done? Get chlamydia from my ex-boyfriend lmfao 
What does your family think of the person you like? They don’t know about any of that. 
What are your plans for tomorrow evening? IT’S MY FIRST NIGHT CLOSING AS A MANAGER
Last person you talked on the computer with? Technically Maeghan. 
Do you think you will have the same best friend a year from now? I hope so but you never know. 
Was New Year’s enjoyable? Lmfao. No. 
Do you have siblings over the age of 21? Yes. 
Will this weekend be a good one? It already has been honestly. 
Will tomorrow be better than today? Today has been pretty damn good. 
What do you currently hear right now? The Yawning Grave by Lord Huron. OBSESSED. 
What was the last thing to go into your mouth? A sip of a Bud Light radler. 
What happened at 3:00pm today? I was leaving my place to drive down to Somerset. 
Do you have a good relationship with your mother? Uhhh we aren’t like CLOSE in the traditional way but I love her very much and when times get tough she always has my back. 
Are you a mean person? Honestly yes. 
Are you named after one of your parents or grandparents? Nope. 
Does anyone hate you? Oh yeah baby I got haters  
Do you think relationships are even worth it? Yes yes yes a million times yes. 
Relationships or one night stands? Literally keep asking myself this question in this current period of my life. 
Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoos? Nah.
Do you miss anyone? I miss my brother. 
What is stressing you out most right now? Doing a good job in my new role at work. 
Are you waiting for a phone call? Nope. 
Have you ever been with someone while they were throwing up? See: Drinking with Ali in 2012. 
Where was the last place you fell asleep other than your own bed? This couch I’m currently on. 
Could you handle being married to the last person you texted? LOLOL me and Harper would fucking kill each other 
Can you honestly say you’re okay right now? Yes :) 
Next time you will kiss someone? Soon. 
Have you told anybody you loved them today? Yes. 
When’s the last time you had grilled cheese? I ate it with my Dad one afternoon when I still lived at their place. With tomato soup. It was a DANK grilled cheese too, I put some fancy cheese on there with some prosciutto. 
Have you ever tripped someone? Not on purpose.
Do you have any scars? I have a looooot so many. Some I didn’t even notice but they were actually pointed out to me last night. 
Did you sleep alone last night? No. 
Yes. 
How old will you be in five months? 24. 
Something you do a lot? Drink coffeeeeeee. 
Do you like the rain? I love it.
Do you like sushi? HELL yeah. 
Have you ever had stitches? Nope but definitely needed ‘em for my knee. 
When was the last time you were tempted to do something you’d later regret? Every time I drink.
Are you in a relationship? If so, how long have you been? No.
Have you ever wanted to just run away and start over? Yes and that’s a telltale sign that things are going poorly because I do love my life and my friends here in Calgary very much. 
Does your mom like to burn candles? Oh yeah Sandy is all about the candles. 
How many hats does your dad own? LMAO what a strange question. 
Have you ever had your friends sleep over at your house? Uhh HELL YEAH I love having people stay over I fucking hate sleeping alone. 
Are you happier now than you were three months ago? What was three months ago - May? I was in Thailand three months ago. In Krabi. Not a care in the world. I am probably about the same level of happiness. 
Has any one said they love you in the last week? Yes. 
Have you ever liked someone who treated you like crap? We treated one another pretty shittily in different ways lmfao 
In the past week have you cried? Yes.
Do you get drunk every weekend? LOL like honestly yes 
Have you ever had a sleepover with a member of the opposite sex? Yes yes yes. 
When was the last time you wanted to punch someone in the face? Monday at work.
Is there someone you want out of your life for good? They’re already gone. 
Do you think you can love someone without trusting them? Nope but I think being able to trust someone fully also takes a lot of work on part of yourself. 
Do you have freckles? NO I WANT THEM 
Ever kissed a Robert, Tyler, Ryan, Andrew or Michael? Uhhhh I actually do not believe I have kissed anyone with these names but there are certainly people out there I’ve kissed whose names I do not know. 
Have you ever asked a boy for advice? Yes.
What are you thinking of right now? That I need to wrap this up and change and do my makeup to go out. 
Have you ever slept in the same bed as the same sex? Yeah.
How many months until your birthday? Eight! 
Have you been outside longer than 30 mins today? Nope, it’s been raining. 
Are you looking for a boyfriend? Good question. 
Why do you feel the way you feel? That’s how my brain works.
How has the week been? It’s barely the start of Wednesday, but so far it’s just been hot and miserable and also California is literally on fire, so the air has been really smokey and bad all over. Thursday I have a stressful doctor appointment that I’m not looking forward to.
Is there something you wish you could tell someone but can’t? I kind of sort of mentioned things last night. 
Do you sleep with the TV on? Not usually but I can. 
Have you ever liked someone so much that it hurts? I know I’m in deep when I start to think about them when they are not around and I get that like deep sudden clenching feeling right in the middle of your chest. 
Have you ever been cheated on? I have no idea tbh. It probably depends what you’d consider cheating. 
Have you ever broken someone’s heart? I’ve been told yes but like whatever lmfao 
Has someone broken your heart? Yep. 
So, what if you married the last person you kissed? LOL.................. 
What was the last reason you wanted to cry? Work. 
Do you have a best friend to lean on? Yes <3 
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