#quickly scrambles to shoved them in my backpack

[thelittleangel]

Stay with me

tags: Daryl Dixon x male reader, male reader, hurt/comfort, angst, immune reader

warnings: blood, graphic violence at one part, read at your own risk, zombies, heavy angst.

note: this was one of my more difficult ones to write, so I sincerely apologize if it is slow in some places.

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!! THERE IS HEAVY ANGST IN THIS FIC!!!!

My heart pounded in my ears. I couldn’t really help it, scavenging in these gas stations and grocery stores. It always heightens my anxiety. I always over think of the ‘what ifs.’

What if there’s a group of walkers?

What if there’s other people and they’re hostile?

What if, what if, what if.

My eyes dart between the aisles, scanning for movement. I turn back to the shelf and resume stuffing my bag with whatever’s left of the canned goods. I listen out for myself, focusing on the cans.

I hear the scrape of the cans against the metal shelf. They clack as they join the other cans in the bag. I can hear the birds outside the store. I look out the window. The sun’s out, the light filtering through the trees.

A hand was suddenly on my shoulder. I jump, dropping the bag in my hands.

My hand goes to the knife in its hilt on my side. I draw, pointing it at whoever’s behind me.

A hand catches my wrist, blocking my attack. “Easy, tiger.”

It’s just Daryl.

His blue eyes meet mine. “Jus’ wanted to make sure you’re alrigh’.”

“I’m ok.” I bend down to pick up the bags of cans. Rummaging around to make sure none of them busted in their fall. All of them were good. He watches me as I bend down to pick them up. “Nice day, isn’t it?”

He looks out the glass doors. I watch as his face turns to that look he gets when he’s about to shoot something. I hear that all too familiar rasping growl behind us. I yank my backpack on, not even glancing behind me. My knife is out of its sheath once again.

We run toward the back hall, disappearing into an unlit corridor. I pull out a flashlight from the side pocket of my backpack. The light is weak, but it’s enough to see by.

From the front of the building, I hear glass breaking. The groans of nearby walkers get louder and louder. I hear Daryl swear under his breath.

We walk further down the hall, quickly locating the back exit. I reach for the doorknob, but he stops me.

“What?”

“We don’t know what’s out there.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Jesus Christ, we do not have time for this.”

“You got a better plan?”

I don’t. He’s looking at me, waiting for an answer that I don't have. He presses his ear to the door. The growls are getting louder and louder.

“Anything?” I whisper to him.

He looks at me and then back at the door. It’s at this moment that my flashlight decided to die. I hear his feet shuffle as he stands up. I look up at him, but it’s no use. We can’t see each other.

I open the door, stepping out into the blinding sunlight. I can’t see anything for a moment, but my vision clears up seconds after that. But it was seconds too late. The next thing I knew I was on the ground, with a walker on top of me.

I squirmed and kicked. I landed one on its leg that got it to stumble back a little bit. I scrambled to get back on my feet, reaching for my knife. The worst pain I've ever felt in my entire life exploded in my shoulder.

Those snarls fill my ears, as it chews on my shoulder. I grab my knife, ready to stick it into this thing's brain, but an arrow beats me to it.

I shove the body off of me. Stumbling to my feet, I turn towards Daryl. He drops his crossbow. His eyes never leave my shoulder. Looking down, my shirt was stained red. I look back up at him, but he won’t stop looking at my shoulder.

“Daryl-”

“No.”

“You have to.”

He finally looks away from me.

“There’s no other way. I’ve only got a little bit of time, and i’d like to spend it causing the least amount of pain possible.”

“The least amount of pain?! You say you want ta cause the least amount of pain when you ask me to-”

He takes a step toward me and I take a step back.

“Just give me-”

“A few minutes? That we don’t have?”

“Please.”

I breathe out a heavy sigh. I walk over to a curb and sit down. He looks over at me with so much sadness. I pat the curb beside me. He sits with me, and I rest my head on his shoulder. He looks down at me, but he doesn’t shrug me away.

“I’m so sorry.”

I look up at him. “For what?”

He looks down at my shoulder.

“It was bound to happen.”

He shakes his head.

“Hey Dar?”

“Mmmm?”

“Tell me a story.”

We sat like that for a while. Swapping stories, laughing. I did my best to forget what was about to happen. I don’t know why, but this wasn’t like the other infections I've seen. They got nauseous, feverish, like a horrible case of the flu. This felt like I was just going to fall asleep.

I wrapped my hand around Daryl's arm and closed my eyes for what felt like the last time.

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Daryl looked down at your body. You looked sweet, like you were just sleeping, instead of turning into a cannibalistic monster.

He gently reached over, brushing his fingers over your cheek. Your skin was cool, but not cold.

He began to maneuver your body, so you were laying on the ground. He sat back on the curb, watching you. Waiting for you to wake up, or move, or do something.

Minutes turn into hours.

Daryl had a horrible idea.

Reaching his hand over, he placed two fingers on your neck. Quiet, and too far apart, but there’s still a pulse. Your breathing is shallow.

He takes his hand back, his calloused fingers accidentally brushing your eyelashes.

He sat back onto the curb. His face in his hands, trying to pretend like he doesn’t care, like he’s not crying.

Another hour passed.

If you were breathing, he couldn’t tell. He stood up walking over to the dead walker. He yanked his arrow out of the thing's head with an ugly squelch. He spotted your knife laying near him and picked it up.

A small hunting knife. Not used for much, but in your hands it was a deadly tool. You always found a way to make use of something. To keep everything included in the big picture. Like you always found a way to include him.

Turning the knife in his hand, the light of the sun caught on the blade.

He threw it down, the metal clattering against the pavement.

He rolled the walker over, kicking it in the teeth. Kicking and punching the corpse repeatedly until he’s had his fill. Walking over and sitting on the curb.

Watching you lay on the ground. He sits, not inches from you, and he doesn’t know how to help.

Picking up the knife, he moves to sit beside you. His knuckles flexing around the grip. Almost no signs of life from you. Using his other hand, he gently strokes your cheek, his rough hands scratching your cheek.

“I Hope yer listenin’, because I’ll say this only once. I’m sorry I let this happen to you. You shouldn’t have to go this soon. You meant so much to all of us. To the group, and to me especially. You made me so happy. I was glad to call you my friend. I just wish…”

At this he pauses, looking up at the sunset. “I just wish I had just a little more time. So I could have had the chance to call you more than that. So I could have called you mine. I loved- I love you.”

He raised the knife, looking down at you.

“C’mon, baby. Open those pretty eyes of yours.”

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The first thing I notice is the noise. The leaves rustling, and I hear someone talking.

“….wish I had a little more time. So I could have had the chance to call you more than that. So I could have called you mine. I loved- I love you.”

The voice is soft and sad. And I know that voice.

I can’t move. Why can’t I move?

My friend just told me he loves me and I can’t even move.

Move, dammit!

Why does my shoulder hurt?

Oh.

I got bit?

I got bit?!

Is this what they all feel like?

That can’t be right.

I feel the pavement underneath me.

Why am I laying down?

I clench my fingers. Well, at least I can do that.

I open my eyes, but I can barely see. The light is so bright. I hear him scramble back.

I turn my face toward him. My throat feels raspy, and I take a deep breath in.

He looks both horrified and bereaved.

“Daryl?”

I slowly reach out my hand toward him, pain shooting through my shoulder and arm. He looks from my hand, to my shoulder, to my face.

He raises the knife in his hands, his muscles tense to strike. I raise my arms above my head, trying to block a potential blow.

He stops, his arm still poised above my head.

“You’re alive?”

I nod slowly, not really understanding for myself.

He drops the knife, bringing me in for a tight hug. I wrap my arms around him, holding onto him as if he were the last person on earth.

He’s warm against me. Holding him in my arms feels like a dream. I was so close to dying, and yet here I am. Holding my friend, who just told me he loves me.

“I heard what you said.”

His grip tightens around me.

I pull away so that I can see his face. He looks at me with love and concern.

I kiss him quick, holding him as tightly as I can.

“My shoulder.”

I see him glance at my shoulder, and then back to my eyes.

“What if we told Rick what happened?”

“What if they kill you?”

“We should tell Rick. He’ll see that I don’t have any symptoms. The worst that could happen is he locks me up for a few days.”

“Or they will kill you. I can’t let that happen.”

I kiss him again. Holding in my arms, I’ve never been so unsure. But I know that whatever happens, I’ll have him.

[musings-of-a-rose]

The Deal

Pairing: Joel Miller x Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 6500+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: Look, I just had a thought and this happened. Don’t come at me. Huge thanks to @vanemando15 for reading this over and telling me I wasn’t insane for it. 

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7 years ago, the world went to hell. Infection spread overnight and everyone I knew was turned, some trying to attack me, throwing up as I escaped.

Do they know what they’re doing? God I hope not. 

I’d been on the go pretty much ever since, only managing to find security for about a year in a secluded cabin before raiders found me. I took out 2 of their men and stabbed their leader in the shoulder before escaping, leaving them to battle the clickers that had been following their group, unbeknownst to them. 

It’s several months after that day. I’ve managed to recoup some of my things, grateful I had stashed a few emergency bags in case I had to leave without being able to gather anything up. I’ve not settled anywhere long. I know they’re out there looking for me - if they survived the clickers. They were a resourceful lot so I can’t be sure who won in that fight.

I’m careful. Quiet. Never going near bigger settlements and definitely staying away from the QZ. They attract too much attention and honestly, I’m not interested in being in a military camp.

There’s no secure houses around here, so I climb a tree, hauling my pack up the trunk as I climb, finally settling higher up in the branches. I reach in my pack and pull out some rope, tying my body to the tree so I don’t fall out when I inevitably fall into a restless sleep.

The click of a gun wakes me from sleep with a start. I look around, consciousness returning to me quickly when I hear a voice from below, a drawl to it.

“Toss down your pack.”

I look down and see 2 men. I can’t make out their faces in the dim light, but I don’t need to see them to know they’d shoot me out of this tree. I must not have hidden myself in the leaves as well as I thought. 

“Don’t be stupid, darlin’. Toss it down,” the second man says opposite the first man, a slightly higher voice with the same drawl. They’re either from the same region or maybe brothers.

The hammer pulling back on the first man’s gun has me scrambling. I put my hands up as well as I can.

“Ok, ok. I’m tossing it down.”

I can’t do anything up in this tree, but maybe I’d have a chance on the ground. Somehow I doubt it, but if I stay here, I’ll die for sure.

I untie the backpack and toss it down to the first man who catches it with one hand, placing it on the ground, eyes never leaving me. 

“Now it’s your turn. Untie yourself and come down. And don’t be stupid.”

I nod, untying myself and dropping the rope down to the man before I climb down. The second my feet hit the ground he’s on me, shoving me face first into the trunk of the tree, a strong, large hand pressed in between my shoulder blades. His other hand roams my body, checking for weapons. He grabs my shirt and spins me around, shoving my back against the tree as his arm comes up to push on my chest, pinning me there. 

“You the girl them raiders lookin’ for?” The second man says as he comes into my vision. 

“Who?”

The man who has me pinned pushes my body up the tree, scraping my back as my feet kick out, unable to find the ground anymore. 

“Answer him.”

My hands grope at his arm, a futile attempt to get him to put me down. 

“Maybe? Please, put me down!”

The man studies me for a moment before letting go, my knees giving out and I slam into the ground, breathing shaikly for a moment. These are not men to fuck with. Before I can think of my next move, the second man squats next to me, yanking my arms behind my back and tying them off. 

“Don’t think about runnin’, darlin’.”

The first man’s flashlight is on us to give him some light to see by. I look up at him as he’s tying my wrists together and hate myself a little because this man is hot as hell, the space between my thighs fluttering at a thought I haven’t entertained in years. He’s got dark hair, curls that have started to fall on his forehead, freckles splattered across olive toned skin, and eyes that are as dark as mud on a rainy day. Eyes you could get lost in. Once he finishes, he stands up, dusting his hands off as he moves to grab my pack, starting to rifle through it. The first man grips my arm, roughly helping me to stand back up.

“Are you the girl?” the first man grunts out and I turn my head to look at him, squinting up at the flashlight. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking-”

SMASH!

My head flies back as the first man’s fist makes contact, my head just barely missing the tree behind me. I’m seeing stars, head pounding and my jaw feels like it was nearly dislocated. I swallow back my cry of pain, not wanting to show any weakness.

“You know exactly what I’m talkin’ about, sweetheart. Now…are you the girl?”

I look at him, throwing all of my strength and fight behind my eyes. “Fuck. You.”

I’m met with his fist again, this time he lets my body hit the floor, staring at me as I spit out blood on the forest floor. 

“Joel.” The second man speaks to the first and I’m finally given a name to my assailant. 

“She hasn’t answered-”

“I know but you don’t have to punch her, damn.”

The second man turns on a flashlight of his own, squatting down in front of me. His fingers firmly but gently grip my chin and I wince as he turns my face to him. He shines the light on me, studying the bruises. 

“You ok?”

“Does it matter?”

He lowers the light and my eyes take a second to adjust back to the darkness. When they do, I can see a glint of sadness and regret in his eyes. 

“It does, actually. ‘M sorry about my brother. He has a…he doesn’t like it when people don’t answer him when he asks.”

“I bet he’s real fun at parties.”

The second man laughs and again I hate myself for loving the way it sounds, light and like sunshine, but also like he was unfamiliar with the action. 

“Oh yeah. Big hit.”

“Tommy.” The first man, Joel, speaks to the second man, Tommy, in a warning tone.

“What? You can’t just punch answers from everyone, Joel.” He turns back to me, eyes meeting my defiant ones. 

“Are you the girl?”

“It really doesn’t matter. You’re selling me off either way.”

Tommy looks a little sad. “No. We can let you go if you aren’t her.”

I scoff, looking between them. “Yeah, ok.”

Tommy studies me for a few more moments before turning to look at Joel, who moves forward to push me, standing, against the tree. He takes my rope out and starts to tie me to the tree.

“Maybe you just stay here and figure out who you are.”

I spit in his face and he slaps me, my neck spinning quickly to the side, pain radiating up my cheek.

“Think about your next move, sweetheart.”

Joel and Tommy walk a few feet away, setting up a camp for the night after checking the perimeter. They take the food from my bag, splitting it between them and I lament the loss of the Butterfinger bar I had found a few months back. 

What do I do? Either way, I’m fucked. If they sell me as a slave, it won’t be pretty for me. I’ve heard of what they do and seen it myself when I had to pass by a camp. If they sell me to the raider I stabbed? That might actually be worse. I’ve never known a raider to be merciful.

Which is hilarious considering most of them used to be the wealthiest people in the country.

I drift off into a light sleep, my brain searching for a way out and finding none. 

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The next morning, I’m woken by rough hands undoing the binds that tied me to the trree. My eyes blink open and I see Joel and fuck this guy is gorgeous too. Angrier looking than Tommy, but a strong nose, patchy facial hair, and soft brown hair. His eyes are very similar to Tommy’s but very different. Something had happened to Joel. Something that broke him and made him this man in front of me. 

Also, there’s no way they aren’t brothers. 

Rope removed from the tree, he ties it to my binds, making a sort of leash. He ties the other side to his own wrist, binding himself to me. He answers my questioning look with a grunt. 

“Don’t think about runnin…Have you figured out who you are yet?”

“It doesn’t matter. You just want to know if you can get more money.”

His eyes find mine and I glare back at him, trying to meet his angry energy with my own. 

“Hard to believe you’re worth what he’s askin’.”

I chuckle. “Can he lift his arm over his head?”

Joel pauses, head tilting as he studies me. “No.”

“That was me.”

He looks surprised. Well, as surprised as he can look. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

“I have a lot in me. Untie me and find out.”

Joel chuckles then and I need to stop because I fucking adore this sound, despite it’s dark undertone. 

“Not today, sweetheart. I don’t mess with cargo.”

“You hit me 3 times yesterday.”

Joel looks at me, his eyes shifting to my cheeks where he had hit me before meeting my gaze. “Par for the course.”

I hate him. But more than that I hate myself for the tingling I felt last night coming back and settling between my thighs the longer he looks at me. 

We walk for a week, Joel still questioning me every chance he could, chuckling at me as I trip when he yanks the rope binding us. Tommy gives me a reprieve, more gentle than his brother. But I know he could overpower me in a second with his broad shoulders and part of me is tempted to have him try.

On the third day, Joel comes to me after they’ve eaten, bringing me the leftover scraps. He’s tied me to the tree again, the bark leaving scrapes and cuts in my skin. He shoves food in my mouth, reminding me not to bite him. I don’t, but I do tuck that idea in the back of my head in case I see an opening. 

“We’ll be at their camp in about couple weeks. I don’t envy you when you get there.”

They had been debating up until now, Tommy saying they should bring me elsewhere, that I don’t deserve what the raiders will do to me when they give me over. Joel seems to ponder this, telling Tommy they couldn’t just let me go as I seem pretty resourceful and would most likely come back to kill them.

I mean, the thought had crossed my mind when they first caught me. But now? I’m not so sure. It’s not Stockholm Syndrome, but more that I can see the weariness around their eyes, shoulders slumping a little more when they talk about payment or any other nasty business, as if it’s wearing on them. Tommy more so than Joel. 

I can’t go to the raiders. I won’t survive that. 

One night, I’m tied to the tree as usual, Joel and Tommy huddled around a small fire, debating my fate like it was hockey scores. Joel was attempting to fix his boot, Tommy trying to make something edible out of their meager stash. It’s clear they weren’t prepared to feed me for this much time, but they have no choice.

“We could take her to Charles?”

Joel shakes his head. “He’ll only pay half of what the raiders will.”

“Yeah but her life would be better.”

“Charles is a slaver, Tommy.”

“Let’s not kid ourselves, Joel. We’re takin’ people and selling them for profit.” Tommy spits out his words, like he could barely bring himself to say it for all the disgust he has for himself.

Joel pauses in his repairs and looks up at Tommy. “Survival. We’re tryin’ to survive, Tommy. Ain’t no profit in that.”

“We get supplies and they get a life of slavery. How is that not profit, Joel?”

“Hey - let’s not forget the time you fucked up and got a gash so bad that it needed stitches, which got infected so we had to trade people for medication.”

Tommy was quiet. “You should’ve let me-”

“I’m not lettin’ you die, Tommy.”

Mustering up my courage, I speak loud enough for them to hear me but not loud enough that I’m yelling.

“I-I can help.”

They both stop what they’re doing and turn to look at me, Joel muttering “Here we go,” under his breath. 

“Look, sweetheart. No amount of beggin’ or vowing to do somethin’ for us is going to make us let you go.”

“I’m not asking to be let go.”

That got their attention.

They exchange a look before turning back to me. “What's that now?” Joel asks.

“I..I know you can’t let me go. I wouldn’t let me go either. But I can’t go to the Raiders, Joel.”

Joel shrugs, but Tommy’s expression changes, his eyes not quite meeting mine out of guilt. 

“Listen…I can help you. Cook, repair things, build shelters, whatever-”

“We’re capable of that, sweetheart.”

“I’m not doubting that. I’ve seen you guys work. But…look, I know how to stretch a meal, how to forage, hunt. I can make functional items. I’ve been on my own for a long time. I’ve learned a lot.”

Joel chuckles, glancing back at Tommy, who appears to be considering my offer.

“Again, sweetheart. We can-”

“I have medical knowledge.”

Joel fell silent, staring me down as Tommy sits up a little straighter. 

“You? Have medical knowledge?”

I nod. “Before all of this, I was halfway through my residency.”

They’re both quiet. A little too quiet.

“I know that we don’t trust each other, so you could continue to tie me up or whatever you needed to do to feel comfortable. But I can…I’m offering to…take care of you. Both of you.”

Joel stares at me for a minute before getting up and nodding at Tommy, who gets up and follows him. They go out of earshot of me, presumably to discuss whether to accept my offer or reject it. I don’t know what I’ll do if it’s the latter.

It takes them a while before they come back, Joel striding up to me and glaring down into my face.

“You have one week to prove your worth.”

I can’t help the sigh of relief that escapes me. “Th-thank you. I know I can help-”

Joel waves a hand at me. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t be stupid. And do as we say.”

“Yes. I promise I will.”

He grunts, going back to sit down and resume working on his boot. Tommy comes up and gives me a small smile, untying me from the tree but keeping a firm grip on my wrist binds. 

“Can you come help with dinner?”

I nod, but Joel lets out an exasperated sigh. “Just tell her, Tommy. You don’t have to ask her permission.”

“You do it your way and I’ll do it mine.”

I follow Tommy over to the fire and he sits me down, tying the rope around my binds to himself, just as we do when walking. I get to work, making a meal out of the bare supplies they have, getting Tommy to open up a bit, the both of us laughing and joking by the end of it, earning ourselves a glare from Joel.

It goes like this for a few days, Joel being the gruff, hard one as usual, and Tommy opening up more and more. The more I talk to him the more I see what I think is the pre-infection Tommy, like a ray of sunshine, lighting up the world with that smile and sweet talking Texan accent of his. I can see the tension starting to leave him, just a little, as he starts to trust me.

Joel on the other hand, doesn’t trust me for shit. 

I meant what I said. I wouldn’t run. I made a deal and I intend to keep it. I have to admit, it was nice having people around, someone to talk to. And I do like having something to do. It had been years since I had taken care of someone besides myself and I loved the change of pace, only being used to surviving alone all this time. 

One day, Joel comes back from gathering wood to see me and Tommy building the fire pit, no binds on my wrists and no rope connecting me to anything. He lost his shit at that, calling Tommy a “fucking dumbass” for not tying me up. But as Joel ties the ropes to my wrists, I notice that he leaves them a little looser than normal, obviously noticing that I didn’t bolt earlier. And I could have - Tommy would’ve let me go. Maybe. 

Another day later and Joel finally lets me work on his boot, the sole of it being the problem. It takes me a few hours, but I manage to fix it, handing it back to Joel who had been watching me the entire time, as if I would sabotage his boot. He tried it on and walked around, kicking out his foot and stomping it to test the strength of my fix. When it holds, he hums. 

“Not bad.”

He’s still tense as shit, but at least I earned a little trust. If only he could learn to let go of some of that anger. I’m not sure what happened to him, and I’d never dare to ask, but I do know that you need to release that sort of pent up tension or it’ll fuck with your head.

The next day, I see my chance. Tommy was off hunting, leaving Joel and me at our little camp. Before he left, Tommy and I had been cooking breakfast, as was our usual. But he forgot to put on my binds when he left, something Joel happened to overlook. He turns to put a tool away, broad shoulders pulling at the fabric of his shirt, and I take a deep breath. I have to give it my all. 

I quietly stand up, seeing that he hadn’t turned back to me or noticed I’d stood up. So I bolt, running full out throught the woods, not caring to look back as I hear him swear, heavy boots pounding after me. Bramble and small branches scratch at my face and catch on my clothes, slowing me slightly, but I dodge in and out of them as best I can, turning to make a curve once I’d gotten a little bit away from camp. My chest is on fire. I’m not used to running like this. Not anymore, anyway. Now, where is he?

Large fingers grab at my arm and I go down, twisting mid air and landing on my back, air whooshing out of my lungs. Before I can take a proper breath he’s on me, his entire body weight pressing against mine as he grabs my wrists, pinning them on either side of my head, pressing them into the dirt as he straddles me.

“Think you could outrun me?”

“Fuck you.” I spit in his face. Joel’s eyes are fire for a moment before his lips are on mine, pushing my wrists further into the dirt. I try to buck my hips up into his, but the movement is small and accomplishes nothing except applying pressure where I need it. 

His kiss is rough, patchy beard scraping at my skin as he pushes his tongue in my willing mouth. His grip loosens at my wrists and I quickly slide them down and out from under him. He breaks the kiss to stare down at me, both of our chests heaving for a moment. 

The final restraint in Joel pops the second my hand reaches for his belt buckle. He fumbles at the button on my pants, frustrated it wasn’t moving fast enough. I was not faring much better at his, both of our hands almost blocking the other. I finally push his hands away from me, reaching down to undo my own pants instead. Joel takes my lead and does the same, belt buckle dangling as he moves off my body. In one fast movement he flips me, pulling my hips up and shoving his hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me down into the dirt. I hear him shoving his pants down so I do the same before moving my arms back out in front of me, trying to avoid literally eating dirt. 

I hear Joel spit in his hand and a second later, he touches me, making tight circles around my entrance. I moan, unable to stop myself under his touch and the grip he has on my hip tightens. He presses the tip of himself against me and in one fast thrust, bottoms out inside of me. I cry out, pain and pleasure mixing together as he sets a rough pace, fucking me into the ground, his hips slamming against my ass. Fuck he feels good. Larger than anything I’ve had, the edges of me burning slightly from the lack of preparation and his size. That warmth I’ve been steadily carrying between my thighs since I first met them blazes, roaring to life as Joel angles his thrusts to hit at that spot inside me, wanting me to come as well. It’s his touch that does me in though, rough, callused fingers rubbing surprisingly soft circles into my clit, working me through it as I cry out into the dirt. He’s not far behind, a few more thrusts of his hips and he moans, a series of delicious little high pitched whines as his hips lose their momentum, a final sigh when he’s done. 

We stay attached for several moments, breathing before he pulls out, hissing when he does. I pull up my pants and roll onto my back, chest heaving from the most intense orgasm I’ve had in years. I feel his fingers on my pants, straightening them out and zipping them up, closing the button. He does up his own pants, tucking himself inside. It’s silent for several moments, Joel seemingly at a loss for words. He stands, turning to me and extending his hand to help me up. I take it, standing up and brushing the dirt off myself. 

“I’m sorry.”

I look up into his deep brown eyes and I see that he’s genuine, a little worry in his gaze, like he stepped over a line he had made for himself. 

“It’s ok-”

He shakes his head. “You can just go. We won’t follow you.”

“No, really. It’s o-”

His eyes are large, pleading, self doubt flowing into them. “No. It isn’t. I don’t do this… I mean I’ve never forced-”

I gently place my hands on his cheeks. “You didn’t force me.”

His brow furrows together. “But I..I did. You were on the ground, I pinned you down and I just…I lost myself. I’ve never done that. I’m not the kind of man who-”

“And you still aren’t, Joel.”

“But I pushed your face in the dirt while I-”

“Do you not remember it was me who reached for your pants first?”

His mouth paused mid word, he’s silent, his brain replaying the events that had just happened. Tension fell from his face and I could tell he was remembering. 

“You spit at me and I kissed you and you reached for my belt…”

I nod, smiling at him, his face still cradled in my hands. “I did. If anything, I should apologize to you-”

“Don’t. You. Dare.” His eyes are dark again, finding himself, all trace of the previous worry melting away. 

I drop my hands from his face. “Like I said Joel, I’m here to help in any way that I can.” 

He blushes ever so slightly. “I never…we would never ask that of you.”

“I know. You aren’t those kind of men. But I bet you feel a little better now?”

He studies me for a moment. “Yes. But that’s not-”

“Good. Problem solved.” I turn, walking back towards the camp, limping slightly. Joel hesitates a moment before following me. 

“Hey, wait.” He quickens his pace to catch up to me. “I thought you were running away from us?”

I smirk, giving him a wink. “A deal’s a deal, Joel. I told you I’d take care of you both and I did. I am. So now, I’m continuing the deal by heading back to camp.”

“So…you wanted me to chase you?”

“I figured the only way to get you to loosen up a bit was to get your adrenaline going.”

“I could’ve shot you.”

I shrug. “Yeah. You could’ve. Except, you didn’t. It didn’t even cross your mind, did it?”

He’s silent as we enter our camp area, Tommy already dressing a deer he’d managed to kill. He nods a hello at us, turning back to the deer. I stop, turning to Joel as he walks up beside me. I put my wrists together and hold them up, silently waiting for him to bind me. 

To my surprise, he doesn’t. He looks down at my wrists, red from the constant rubbing, and walks to his pack, pulling out a small container of salve and handing it to me. 

“Put that on before you bleed.”

“Thanks.”

After applying the salve, I hand it back to Joel, who had begun sharpening his knives. He nods to me, taking the tiny jar and resumes his task, eyes on the blade so he doesn’t cut himself. I walk over to Tommy, smiling at him when I reach him. 

“Hey. Need help?”

He doesn’t look at me, which is not like him. “Nope.”

“You sure? I could start drying the ski-”

“I said I’m good.”

I watch him for a moment longer, noticing the anger in his movements as he skins the deer. 

“OK, well…let me know if you need me.”

“I won’t.”

Not sure what’s pissed him off, I sit back down by the fire, taking stock of the food supplies. 

“We’re in need of a food run,” I say to Joel, who grunts his acknowledgement. 

“I’ll go out tomorrow.”

I settle back, pulling out an old flannel from my bag and my patch kit, sewing up any holes that I find. 

Tommy finishes the deer by evening and I move to help him, stretching quickly before walking over. But when I reach for the deer meat, he pulls it away from me.

“I got it.”

“I- I’m not saying you don’t. But I wanna hel-”

“Go see if Joel wants you.”

He stomps off to go prepare the meat, some for cooking and some for making jerky out of, leaving me standing there, my mouth agape. Suddenly, it hits me.

He saw us. 

And he’s….jealous? Of what? It’s not like Joel and I are an item. I ask Joel if I can go forage and he nods, handing me my knife back that he’d taken from me when we met, newly sharpened. 

Tommy is short with us the rest of the night, refusing to even look at me. Finally, I give up trying, stomping off to try and get some sleep. 

I wake a bit later to hear them talking. 

"We don't do that, Joel. We promised each other that was the line we wouldn't cross."

"Do what? She started it-"

"Yeah by 'running away'. That's funny because she's still fuckin' here, Joel."

"I thought she was runnin'. What's it to you anyway?"

"I come back with a deer expecting help but instead I see you fuckin' the cargo-"

"She's not cargo anymore. We made a deal."

"Fine. You were fuckin' the help then? It don't matter, Joel. We said we wouldn't get involved with anyone we caught-"

Joel's chuckle cuts off the last part of Tommy's sentence. "Involved? What are we, 12?"

"Can't get more serious than fuckin'."

"Look, I apologized to her and offered to let her go but she came back."

Tommy scoffs. "Yeah ok."

"It's the truth. Tommy, you know I'm not like that. She offered to help and -"

"Just shut up, Joel."

"Why does this… oh shit. You like her?"

Tommy doesn't reply. "Tommy, you know you can't get attached out here."

"Yeah I know. She just…she's nice and-"

"Look. We made a deal. And it's up to her to decide how to hold it."

—----

The next morning, Joel leaves early to forage for food, not straying more than a couple miles from our campsite. 

Tommy still isn't talking to me, which makes the morning creep along. Normally, we'd be chatting up a storm, joking and laughing, which is something I hadn't done in years. 

By lunch I couldn't take it anymore. 

He's sitting on his sleeping bag, setting aside the plate of food he'd been eating. His knees are bent up, arms leaning on them as he stares at the fire. I walk over, hesitating for a moment before I sit next to him, fully expecting him to tell me off or move. 

He does neither.

I tentatively reach out, gently placing my hand on his opposite cheek. He makes no move to stop me, and I stroke my thumb across his cheek before applying light pressure to turn his head to look at me. His eyes drag up my face and finally settle on mine, a mixture of emotions raging behind them. 

I brush my thumb across his bottom lip before leaning in, gently pressing my lips to his. He doesn't respond so I pull back, looking down at the ground.

"I'm sorry, Tommy. I must have misread-"

His large hand wraps around the back of my head and gently pulls me to him, his lips on mine, tongue gently prodding to be let in. The second I part my lips he slides his tongue inside, a slight moan at the back of his throat. My fingers twist in his jacket, my other hand trying to grip his broad shoulder as I toss my leg over his lap, straddling him. I can feel him hard underneath me, begging for release. 

Tommy wraps his arm around me and lays me down on my back, my legs coming up to wrap around him, our lips never having left the others. His hips grind into me and I moan, the pressure of him exactly where I need it. Suddenly, he pulls back, his dark, lust blown eyes looking into mine.

“Is this ok?” 

I nod. “Yes. Whatever you want, Tommy. I’m yours.”

He smiles and it reaches his eyes before he kisses me again. I feel his hand fumble at my pants for a moment before sliding down under my panties. He slides his finger down the middle of me, hips lips now kissing a path to a spot on my neck where he starts to suck. His finger slowly moves to circle my clit, sliding back down to circle my entrance.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet.”

Unable to form words, I merely whimper as he pushes a finger inside me, curling it to find that spot inside of me. When he does, my hips twitch and I can feel him smile on my neck. He pulls out, pushing in another finger to tap at that spot, the fire that had been growing steadily between my thighs now roaring to life. It’s when he adds his thumb, applying slight pressure to my clit that I come undone, whimpering as I grip his arm, unable to do anything but moan. When I come down, he pulls his hand from me, watching my face with a slight smile. His eyes land on mine and I nod slightly, a barely audible “please” under my breath as I palm him over his jeans. He grunts, grinding into my hand a couple of times before he pushes himself to his knees, his hands reaching for his belt. 

“Take off your pants and get in the sleeping bag.” It’s not a command, I’m fully able to turn him down, but there’s no way in hell that’s happening. 

I scramble to do as he says, hearing a slight chuckle from Tommy as I shimmy down into the sleeping bag. He follows, slotting himself between my thighs as he zips the bag back up. 

He kisses me again, swallowing my moans as he runs his dick through my increasingly wet folds. He pulls back, eyes on my face as he slowly pushes inside of me. I know my mouth is hanging open as he pulls back out, small thrusting movements to allow me time to adjust to him, which just drives me more mad. Finally, he bottoms out, adding an extra thrust when he does and I cry out, nails digging into his arms. He does this several more times, watching my face contort in pleasure as he fucks me slow and deep, taking his time splitting me open. I know I’m close and he can tell to, leaning down to my ear to speak into it.

“Say my name.”

A second later my orgasm arrives and I cry out his name, other expletives and random words falling from my lips as well, his hips still thrusting into me, extending my release. Once I start to come down, he thrusts harder somehow a few more times before his head hits my chest, grunting and whining as he spurts into me. My hands come up to his head, gently tugging at his curls and he whimpers, his hips sputtering one last time before laying still. We stay like that for a while, still joined, his head on my chest and my fingers tangled in his hair.

“You know you didn’t have to let me,” Tommy speaks into my chest.

“I know.”

“You could’ve told me to fuck off.”

“I don’t want to.”

“It’s ok if you only want to fuck Joel.”

“I-what?”

He still hasn’t looked at me. “I saw you guys the other day. At first I thought he’d crossed a line, but-”

“No, he didn’t. It was me.”

Tommy nods before pushing himself up, sliding out from between my legs. He tucks himself in his pants before handing me a rag to clean up with. Once dressed, we go back to sitting near the fire, chatting and joking like we had been a few days before. 

Joel comes back a few hours later, dropping down a couple cans of Chef Boyardee before glancing between Tommy and I with a knowing look. I thank him and start to make a meal for the three of us, passing out freshly cooked venison and a side of Beefaroni. We eat for a few minutes in silence, the sounds of the forest and the crackling fire all that we could hear. 

“So,” Joel clears his throat. “What, uh, what now?”

Tommy and I look at him. “What do you mean?” I ask.

Joel glances at Tommy and back to me. “I think…I think we need to set some clear lines so no one gets hurt.”

I glance at Tommy, surprised to see him blushing slightly, like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. But then they both look at me expectantly. I swallow the large bite I had eaten, taking a sip of water before speaking.

“Why are you looking at me?”

“Becasue you’re the one who started…this.” Joel gestures between us all. 

“Well,” I say, wiping my hands on my pants. “I made you guys a deal to take care of you in any way that I can, in exchange for not selling me to the raiders. This was a trial period so…”

“We’re not sellin’ you to anyone,” Tommy assures me, glancing at Joel who nods his agreement. 

“I’ve already released you from your deal, sweetheart. You just insisted on coming back. Tommy agrees with me.”

Tommy nods. “It’s up to you, darlin’.”

I think for a few moments. “To be honest, I was just surviving before I met you. I hadn’t spoken to anyone outside of trade deals in years, wandering around on my own. I got really good at a lot of things, survival things. But what I never counted on needing was, well, other people. Even when I was tied to the tree, I hadn’t been that happy in years. And it’s because of you guys.” Joel and Tommy glanced at each other before looking at the ground and back at me. Joel opens his mouth, most likely to apologize, but I put my hand up to silence him.

“So, if it’s ok with you both, I’d…I’d like to stay. I know you’ve done shit you aren’t proud of. We all have. But isn’t it time to do something different? Maybe find some secluded cabin somewhere and just live? I’d love to be a part of that.”

“That sounds great, sweetheart, really. But it’s hard to comeby supplies for that-”

“I think it’s doable,” Tommy interjects. “I know of some places more west that were already operational without electricity, not well known to the public. Did some construction projects there. One of those living history places? We could head that way.”

Joel pauses to think. “That sounds good to me.”

I smile. “If you’ll have me, I’m in.”

Tommy’s smile is widest yet. “It’s settled then. You’ll be comin’ with us.”

I nod. “Just one thing I think we need to clear up.”

Both of their eyes are on me and I feel like I could drown happily in their gaze. 

“No jealousy. If either of you need me, I am ready and willing-”

“The same goes for you, darlin’.” Joel nods his agreement. “Women have needs too and we’re more than happy to help.”

—----

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REQUEST: hi can you do wednesday x gn normie reader who has a dark and mysterious past — anon

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG, my musical performances literally ended at like 10pm Sunday night and I had basically no free time for several weeks before that. Thank you so much for your patience with me and I really hope you enjoy this. I got your message describing the past and I tried to include as much detail as I could while still keeping this chapter-length. But thank you for responding, it really helped me get an idea of where this fic was going! Once again, I'm so so sorry it took me this long to get this one out, but I hope you enjoy! Much love <3

PAIRING: wednesday addams x gn!normie!reader WARNINGS: mentions of past trauma involving science experiments, child soldiers

YOU HAD SPENT YOUR ENTIRE LIFE KEEPING SECRETS. Your sudden enrollment at Nevermore had given you a chance to start over with a clean slate, to leave your past behind you and move ahead.

Who knew that it would all come apart at the hands of a teenage sleuth?

Wednesday Addams was the last person you expected to be dating in your time at school. When she walked into the room, people shivered — literally. She invoked a slew of whispers and dirty looks wherever she went, and she didn't seem to mind it. In fact, she almost enjoyed it. She was an enigma in braids and dark clothing.

And yet, somehow, you were one of the only ones who could figure her out.

Dating Wednesday now meant that the whispers followed both of you. When you walked in together, everyone looked to see the poor soul that had cuffed themselves to Nevermore's most feared student.

Wednesday could tolerate whispers about her, but never about you. Those were the people she drew red X's over in the yearbook. Those were the people who woke up with spiders crawling all over their beds and snakes slithering around their backpacks. Wednesday was loyal — deadly so.

But, of course, you could handle yourself. She knew that, and, for the most part, she respected it. Still, Wednesday was always going to have a little overprotective streak in her. So when she noticed your face drain of all color as you looked down at your phone, she was already planning how to exact her revenge on whoever made you look that terrified.

You tried to recover quickly, swallowing hard and shoving your phone back in your pocket. "I'll be right back, okay?" you said, giving Wednesday the most calm smile you could muster.

She didn't buy it. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," you replied, "I just...I have some homework to catch up on."

"I could help you."

"No!" you replied a little too quickly. "No, but thank you. I'll see you later, okay?"

Without another word, you got up from the table, walking across the courtyard and into the winding hallways of Nevermore. Wednesday watched you go with a confused frown hardening on her face. All of a sudden, Thing crawled over her shoulder and onto the table, tapping out a question: "What was that all about?"

"Not sure," Wednesday replied stoically. "I want you to follow them."

Thing hesitated. "That seems like a breach of privacy."

"Since when was your moral code so rigid?" Wednesday said. "And it's not for nefarious purposes. I'm worried about them. Tell anyone about that and I'll cut off a finger."

After some well-placed curse words, Thing scuttled off after Y/n, dodging those that walked the opposite way. He found her quickly, heading not to her dorm but to Weems' office, where a sharp knock on the door gave her entrance. Thing was able to scramble inside before the door shut, giving him the opportunity to hide behind a rather large house plant.

By now, Y/n was distraught. At the sight of you, Weems frowned deeply. "Y/n, what's the matter?"

You said nothing but showed the principal your phone. "Somebody knows," was all you said to explain.

Weems' face contorted with worry for a moment, but quickly recovered. "Y/n, this is likely nothing. A mean-spirited prank at the most. I can assure you that no one —"

She was cut off as your phone dinged again. You lifted it up to look at it, and once again your entire face went pale and panicked. You glanced at Weems again, and then slowly turned the phone around to show her what the next text said.

Now Weems face went from contained to terrified. She looked back up at you, eyes wide. "How is this possible?"

You just shook your head and shrugged, not trusting yourself to speak without either yelling or crying. Weems stood up from her chair, pacing behind her desk. "We will handle this. From now on, you will not leave campus for any reason — no exceptions. If any more texts arrive, you will come directly to me. Tell no one about this. Do you understand?"

You nodded, your face hardening like you were once trained to do.

And Thing, who had yet to know anything that was really going on, shuddered in the corner.

Thing returned to yours and Wednesday's dorm to give a full report — one that left Wednesday even more confused than before. "So they're hiding something," Wednesday mused. "I'm surprised. Normally I can smell a buried secret from miles away. Y/n's kept me off their trail for this long."

"Maybe you should just talk to them?" Thing replied.

"I doubt I'll get anything. Based on the way they acted yesterday, I doubt I'll even get a response. We have to be strategic about this."

Wednesday turned away to her desk and Thing raced to stay in her eye line. "Keep in mind that they're your partner. If you treat them as suspect, you might scare them off."

Before Wednesday could retaliate, the door to the dorm room opened and Y/n walked in. They murmured some sort of greeting to Wednesday and sat down on their bed, immediately setting to work on their homework. It was odd behavior to say the least.

Thing gave a little motion to prod Wednesday on before slipping out of sight. Wednesday glared at Thing before turning back, acting nonchalant. "Y/n, would you like to come with me to Weathervane on Saturday?" Wednesday asked.

You froze, Weems' orders playing in the back of your mind. "Sorry, I can't, I have a test on Monday that I have to study for."

"Perfect. We can study together. At the Weathervane." she pressed forward.

"I don't think I could really focus there," you said, before quickly adding, "sorry."

Wednesday said nothing but turned away, revising her plan of attack. No, not attack. Wednesday would never attack you. She was worried about you, of course. That's why she was doing this.

Wednesday was a sleuth. She always had been. She hadn't been a girlfriend up until recently. Maybe that was why she wanted to treat you like a suspect. She had to change her angle.

So she got up, moving across the dorm and sitting beside you on your bed. You looked up, eyebrows raising. Wednesday's tone of voice stayed as stoic and monotone as ever, but her approach to the situation changed dramatically. "I know something is wrong. Thing followed you to Weems' office and heard your conversation — you can be mad at me later. What's going on, Y/n? I want to help."

You listened to all of this, a sense of dread rising up your spine. You have been trained, in every respect, to keep your true self a secret from everyone. No exceptions. But you couldn't quite see a way out of this.

You sighed, taking your phone and unlocking it in one swift motion. Without leaving a second for regret to sink in, you held out your phone and Wednesday saw a single text in all caps: I KNOW WHAT YOU REALLY ARE.

Wednesday read it and looked back to you. "I don't understand."

"I hardly understand it myself," you admitted. "But there's some things about me you don't know, Wednesday."

She just frowned, waiting for an explanation you were unwilling to give. But Wednesday was persistent.

"I didn't come to Nevermore because I wanted to. I didn't have a choice."

And so you told her. Everything. How the serum you had been administered your whole life had turned you into a superhuman soldier — the perfect soldier. How you were trained from infancy to be the greatest, most efficient fighting machine the world had ever seen. How your narrow escape had nearly left you dying. And last of all you told her how Weems had saved your life.

Wednesday listened to this all with a straight face. Her features betrayed no emotion as you recounted the story. It made you nervous as you searched her stoic face for some trace of a reaction, some indicator as to how she'd treat you after hearing all of this. Most of all you feared that she'd flee with the truth.

But Wednesday wasn't one to run.

"Whoever is after you knows your secret. Will they come after you?" she asked finally, breaking the tense silence.

"I can only assume so," you replied, anxious.

Wednesday's gaze was fixed on the floor as she gave the slightest shake of her head. "Then it's up to us to stop them before they can do any damage."

She got up then, walking across the room to look for something — most likely something sharp. You got up too, confused. "Wednesday, what are you doing?" you asked. "This is my battle, you don't have to—"

"Clearly they already know where you are. If they have your phone number, they can track you in a heartbeat. I'd say it's best if we leave as soon as we can."

You scoffed. "And go where, exactly?"

"Anywhere but here."

"This is the only place I'm safe, Wednesday."

"Not anymore."

She continued to rummage around her things while you stayed stock-still in the center of the room, unsure of how to proceed. Then, frustrated, you moved forward, catching Wednesday by the arm before she could grab any more weapons. "Quit being practical for one second and talk to me. I'm sorry I didn't tell you this earlier, but why are you jumping to help me now? This is my problem to deal with. Aren't you shocked? Or angry?"

"I'm aghast, can't you tell?" Wednesday said monotonously, her expressing rigid as ever. "I'll admit that this isn't how I was planning to spend my weekend, but anyone who threatens you threatens me. And I don't take well to threats."

Wednesday glanced over at Thing, who was already ready to leave at a moments notice. "This is our problem now. So would you like to keep talking about our feelings or would you like to start saving your life?"

Your heart warmed at Wednesday's words. A smile crept onto your face as you looked at her, and suddenly you leaned forward to press a kiss to her cheek. And even though Wednesday often looked as though she'd stepped straight out of a black and white movie, you could've sworn you saw a little flush of pink in her cheeks at your gesture. She gave a little nod, taking one of your hands in hers.

"I'll take that as a yes."

[spiritwarriorssonic]

Reaching Out

A little story about how Amiri met Kyti and Pyrita!

The silvery mauve fox pulled the hood of her gray winter coat up over her head. The straps of her backpack slipped off her shoulders, and she kept shrugging them back up.

Keep your head down. Keep it down and they won't see you. That was the way she lived. The taunts she knew all too well bounced around the walls of her mind. Nobody wants you coming back, Boomerang! Quit coming back! I bet it's because she's some flop!

Yes, immature, but Boomerang was a nickname she despised. She had been brought home by ten different couples in the past year for a trial week, only to be brought back. The other girls at the girls' orphanage called her Boomerang because she kept coming back to hit the place in the back of the head, like an unwanted boomerang in a try-not-to-laugh video.

That's what they told her, anyway.

She kept her head down, the snow sliding down her boots and chilling her feet.

Suddenly there was snow in her fur and sliding down the back of her coat.

Amiri was docile by nature, but she would retaliate when attacked, especially with snow. She had fire and ice powers, preventing burns and frostbite, but it also meant that hot and cold temperatures were torture to the other half of her.

"Hey," she shouted in the direction of the snowball, receiving another one to the face, making her yelp. Laughter rang through the air, piercing through the veil in her mind. She whirled and ran.

Her feet sank ankle-deep in the snow, but these girls were older. It was a girls' academy, meaning that these were probably the middle or high schoolers. They had longer legs and closed the gap quickly.

She found herself in a circle, bounced back to the center whenever she tried to dart out. The taunts tore into what little there was of her confidence, and she wanted to drop down and cry. But not here.

Her feet scrambled for purchase on the icy ground, but she didn't find it. She crashed to the ground. A brief flare of pain in her knees, going almost unnoticed. Her ears were drooping as one of the girls shoved her face into the snow, laughing.

A quick burst of light, which could only be described as a laser, followed by a blast of blue flame, whisked past the girls' heads, making them shriek.

Amiri looked up, seeing a young golden cheetah with midnight black specks like scraps of the night sky and piercing green eyes next to a blue-eyed silver cat with a lithe form and grace in her stance. The cat looked like a dancer. Their eyes met with her gray ones, making her drop her eyes to the snow.

The cheetah marched up, only the size of Amiri herself. "Pick on someone your own size," the girl snapped. The older girls laughed until the cheetah marched up to the biggest one and kicked her in the shin.

"You little..." the girl raised her fist. Amiri squeaked, it was going to come down on the other girl. The cheetah's green eyes closed, but the silver cat seemed to materialize out of nowhere and caught the fist. Her blue eyes seemed to see right through the older girl's. Amiri could see that the cat was about her size too.

The older girls just pushed the cat down, and the biggest one shrugged and told the others "Boomerang's not worth it, guys," and then turned to the two smaller girls and snapped "You want her, then take her!"

Amiri was yanked to her feet by the hood of her jacket and thrust into the other girls' arms. They caught her. She was too shaken to do anything and just nestled into their warm embrace as the older girls tramped away, laughing as though this was their perfect idea of fun.

"You good," the cheetah questioned. "My name's Kyti, and that's Pyrita," she continued, nodding to the silver cat. Pyrita didn't say anything, but she was observing Amiri's knees. When the fox looked down, she noticed blood seeping through her leggings. Kyti followed her gaze and whistled, wincing on the fox's behalf.

Everything after that faded into a blur, but Amiri heard Kyti suggesting that they get home, and her nodding. It turned out they all stayed in the same orphanage.

Amiri didn't understand why these girls liked her. There had to be something wrong with her to be sent away so often... and she was only eight, too. She must've said that aloud, because Kyti responded with an odd look and the report that she and Pyrita were the same age as her.

Amiri picked up one thing that pierced through everything and shone through the shadows of loneliness in her mind.

These girls reached out.

Who knew reaching out could do so much for someone?

Besides, the fact that Kyti and Pyrita reached out meant that maybe there was something to like about her.

[ackalice]

So... I wrote something...

long story short, Meelu's oc posts inspired me to make one of my own! I felt awkward posting something from the very middle of the story so I wrote a tidbit from the very beginning!

I hope you enjoy what my brain scribbled down at 10 pm last night- lmao

~tags~

@meeludrawz @4-the-streets @mono-chrono

First Encounter

Adelaide swung her legs over her windowsill with a slight huff, frowning at how her backpack strap slid down her shoulder. She shoved it back up with another frown. Then she scooted off the windowsill and landed on the fire escape as quietly as she could. Which wasn’t too quiet. It was actually very loud. Though after a few seconds of standing still as a plank and listening for any noise from beyond her bedroom door, Adelaide determined that no one had heard it. Or had a second thought about the clambering.

She wasn’t about to fumble the opportunity either way, so she scrambled to climb the metal ladder and make her way to the roof.

The full moon was out tonight, shining down on the girl from far above. Adelaide gave it a glance and a smile. She wasn’t exactly sure if that was a good omen or not. Regardless, she appreciated it and continued on her way across her building’s roof.

Once she reached the edge, she made a quick hop from the concrete and onto the gravel of the next building over. The structures weren’t too far apart, so it didn’t take a master to do. Just someone with good joints. Lucky for Adelaide, she was still young enough to constitute for those.

On she went, stepping between roofs without a care in the world, listening to New York City’s nightlife all the while.

A dog’s bark, some car horns in this corner and that, a most likely drunken man’s cheerful shout, and, of course, a far off police siren. Never a dull night. It made Adelaide sigh contentedly.

Which was odd, but she didn’t think about it too much.

 Finally, she reached a building only a few away from her own and decided to take root. Adelaide set down her backpack and pulled out her phone (She never trusted her pockets in fear of dropping it when out at night. Again..).

For a few minutes, she just sat up there, fiddling around on her own and taking a minute to relax herself. The day previous had been less than stellar for her and her siblings so it was a deserved rest.

No projects to work on at the moment, no need or want to listen to music, and no ideas for blueprint sketches, she relished in the moon light instead.

Adelaide took a seat beside a large roof turbine. That lengthy braid of hers was laid in her lap being fiddled with as she closed her eyes and took in the sounds around her. It was so peaceful. She probably could’ve fallen asleep right here.

Ironically it was just then that a large thud to her right startled Adelaide out of that thought.

With her fight or flight coming into play almost immediately, she ducked down with wide eyes and scrambled around the turbine, yanking her backpack with her. Her hiding spot wasn’t exactly ideal- hell it was shabby at best but that wasn’t Adelaide’s first thought in the moment. Another lighter thud was heard behind her. She set her bag in her lap and held her braid tight to her chest.

“Can we just think about this plan for a second??” What sounded like a teenage boy said, almost frantic.

Two more thumps sounded out on the roof, footsteps indicating they were getting closer to where Adelaide was. She was sweating bullets.

“What is there to think about? We’ve got the bugs and we’ve got the perfect way to dispose of them! I propose we think more about Leo’s apparent arachnophobia.” Another boy said, quickly followed by a few chuckles in different voices.

The boy from earlier seemed to groan. “For the last time- I don’t have aracno-whatever! I just don’t trust a woman that we met yesterday!” He exclaimed. Adelaide could imagine him throwing his hands in the air for some reason.

This gave her the insane idea to turn around and get a tiny peak of whoever had snuck up on her. Who else would be up on the roof at this time of night?? She didn’t usually see anyone else up here. With how hard they landed she could assume they jumped down from somewhere. Who would do that and not break an ankle!?

A deeper voice broke her out of her rabbit hole. “Listen- It’ll be fine! Like Donnie said, this is probably the best way to get rid of so many bugs at once! It’s a win-win.” He spoke as he walked around a bit.

Adelaide could feel his footsteps through the concrete.

This was making her even more curious. Maybe she would take that quick peak-

She stifled a yelp at the pain that spiked up through her scalp. After taking a few seconds to pause and make sure they hadn’t heard her (They were still bickering), she followed her hair down and right into one of the openings on the turbine. Damn it. A few tugs told her it was definitely stuck. She couldn’t even turn her head all the way!

The seemingly irritated boy scoffed. Then, a much younger sounding voice joined in. “Raph’s right, Leo! We’ll just drop off the bugs and be out of the Nexus before you can say arachnophobia!” He said semi-reassuringly.

“Even Mikey can say it!” That second voice said offendedly, the bigger one starting to cackle at them very loudly.

Adelaide had been listening and simultaneously trying to pull her hair out of the turbine in silent panic. But then she heard the word ‘Nexus’. Wasn’t that the name of that weird hotel a few blocks away? She had taken note of it on a few of her night walks.

“I still don’t trust her..” One of them grumbled, Adelaide imagining him crossing his arms.

The gruff voice groaned at him, taking a few steps to what she assumed was the edge of the building. “Whatever, Leo. Let’s just get home and make sure pops isn’t worrying about us. We’ll meet up with Big Mama tomorrow night.” With that, there was a big whoosh and then a thud further down, seemingly on a building lower down.

A few more shuffles followed. The same process of a jump and a landing happened two more times. Then there was the sound of a jet starting. The curious thrum faded down and away after a few quick seconds.

Adelaide looked either side of her without any movement. The four figures had left just as soon as they arrived, leaving Adelaide in a confused and oddly intrigued state. Oh, and her hair was still stuck.

Rather irritated about it, she decided to undo the large braid holding her hair up and slipped the strands out easily after that. Adelaide then stood up with tired knees. Those peculiar people were nowhere in sight.

Adelaide turned around to look up at the building with the neon ‘NEXUS HOTEL’ on the front. It was pretty easy to spot, actually. And not too far away.

She should be free tomorrow night.

[cryptid-kratt-kid]

An old drabble from an off-colored Au fic I was writing.

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"Missed me." 

A dart whizzed past Salutations' head, and stabbed into the wall behind him "Missed me again." Salutations turned around to look at the wall. It was covered in miscellaneous sharp objects. An axe, a kitchen knife, scissors, just to name a few. Salutations groaned at the thought of inevitably having to remove them all come next mission. He turned back to his brother, mildly annoyed. "Just how much sharp shit do you have?" 

Toodles cackled, sharp teeth glinting in the light.”Hah! Like I’d warn you! That’d take away all the fun!” He rummaged through his backpack a little more, “Think fast!”, and chucked a shortsword Sal’s way. Sal ducked and rolled his eyes, “Well when you’re done having ‘fun’ could you leave me alone so I can fix the Cretera in peace? It took quite the beating from the FBI..” Toodles’ face lit up, “Ooo! Can I drive it when you’re done?” 

“Absolutely not. You bulldozed like, 20 pedestrians last time.”  

Toodles huffed and crossed his arms in annoyance "It's not my fault you don’t know what fun is.". Salutations rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say, hellspawn." Toodles reached into his pack to chuck something else, but was rudely interrupted by something crashing through the headquarters' window. Both brothers lunged for the device, scrambling over each other to grab it before the other could.

Toodles opened his mouth to swallow the object, craning his head over Sal's arm and snapping his jaws in vain. Sal grabbed the collar of Les' shirt and tugged him away. Toodles hissed like a feral cat and waved his arms around in protest as Sal yeeted him out of the broken window. Sal quickly grabs the device and twists it open. The device begins to glow and it pops open, revealing a hologram of the bros’ favorite nerd. 

Mets waved from inside the device, “Hey Sal! We’ve got a new mission!” She looked around, “Uh, where’s Toodles?”. Before Sal could answer, Toodles climbed back inside through the broken-glass-covered window right on cue. “I am the victim, of a TERRIBLE INJUSTICE” The red brother hissed in anger. Sal rolled his eyes,”Whatever. Anyway, what’s the mission M?”

“Get this,” Mets began, “This guy and his goons have been trapping a bunch of animals from overseas, and then wheeling them all into this place called “The Starfall Theater”. We need you guys to figure out what’s going on.”  Toodles immediately got over his anger, “Ooo a theater? Sounds like the kind of place where rich people hang out!” Toodles began to salivate at the thought of devouring the upper class, he almost looked kinda like a puppy as he daydreamed.

“‘Starfall Theater’ eh? You got the coordinates?” Sal questioned. Mets nodded, “Sending them to your phones… now!” Just as she said, Sal’s phone buzzed. He nodded his head in confirmation, “I got it.” He turned and called to Toodles, “Get in the car, hellspawn! We’re heading out!”. “Oh boy!” Toodles exclaimed as he bounded into the garage on all fours like some kind of freakish fusion between a cat with rabies and a wolverine that was also rabid.

Sal quickened his pace to keep up with Toodles,”Hey! Don’t even try it! I am not letting you drive!”

They both hopped in the creterra and Sal shoved Les out of the drivers seat. Sal revved the engine, and they took off speeding down the road into the city.

[wildestflowrs]

🦴Ronancetober Day 13: Apocalypse AU🪓

I’m Glad It’s With You

“Robin, behind you!”

Pain erupts from her left shoulder as she spins around, swinging at the demodog with her axe and slicing its head clean off. She loses grip on her axe, however, and it goes skidding across the cracked street with a shriek (somewhat like the sound of cutlery scratching a plate). Robin cringes at the sound, feels warm blood trickling down her arm.

Another demodog starts towards her and Nancy comes running, shoving Robin out of the way and firing her sawed-off shotgun at the creature. Robin scrambles for her axe, the pain in her arm searing, and cries out to Nancy.

“We can’t waste ammo, we’ve just got to run,”

Nancy finishes off the demodog and turns, both of them making a run for it. Robin wracks her brain for nearby safe spots, bunkers, stashed bikes or anything to get them away. There’s a growl somewhere behind them, not incredibly close but too near for Robin’s comfort. She spots the flickering lights of the theatre and grasps Nancy’s hand, pulling them through the door frame - the glass shattered long ago - and running through the foyer.

“Rob, where are we going?” Nancy asks, out of breath as they continue to run.

“Used to work here a few summers ago, we can hide out in the projector room,”

They dart down an aisle of cinema seats, bursting through an ‘employees only’ door and up the narrow set of stairs beyond it.

The projector room is stuffy and small, with most of the space taken up by the projector itself. Nancy helps Robin push a table and chair up against the door; they both know it won’t do much, but it’s the thought that counts. Nancy sighs, sliding down to wall to the floor.

“Shit we should radio the others-“ Robin pages the room, rummaging through her backpack for her walkie. Nancy takes her hand as she walks past her, pulling her down to sit next to her.

“Just wait, for now, we don’t know if those things followed us,” Nancy whispers, “better to stay quiet for now.

She takes in properly for the first time the sheer amount of blood streaking down Robin’s arm.

“Rob, get out a bandage and some alcohol for me?”

Robin gives her a pained look and reluctantly passes Nancy their quickly depleting bottle of rubbing alcohol, a roll of bandage and a pair of scissors.

“Hold my hand?” Robin doesn’t meet her eyes as she holds her hand out to Nancy; she takes it without any hesitation, slowly peeling back Robin’s shirt and pouring alcohol on her wound. Robin hisses through her teeth and grips Nancy’s hand tightly.

“Sorry, sweet,” Nancy whispers, “almost done,”

She doesn’t notice how Robin flushes at the nickname, helping her pull her shirt off completely now. Nancy wraps the bandage around her shoulder and chest for support, tying it off in a little bow. Robin finds a spare shirt in the bag, rolling up the bloodied one to be washed when they get back to the others. If they get back.

Her wound wrapped up, Robin slumps against the wall next to Nancy, intertwining their fingers.

“Fuck, that was scary,”

Nancy rubs circles with her thumb on Robin’s shaky hand, the feeling of layers of grime and dirt and blood ever-present. Present as they had been for the last few weeks; or was it months?

“At least we got food for everyone,” Nancy tried to uplift the mood. They had gotten a decent haul; they’d broken into a warehouse a little ways out of town and gotten a bunch of canned food and even some bottled water and ingredients like flour and oats they could whip into something edible.

“The kids’ll be happy we got some canned fruit,” Robin notes, “Max’s been complaining that she hasn’t had anything sweet for ages, plus they need the vitamins,”

Nancy smiles. She can’t pinpoint exactly when she and Robin started thinking this way; as if the younger teens were ‘their kids’ and they had to look after them, but she supposed it was true. While some actual parents remained, they hadn’t been fighting Upside-Down creatures for the past four years; it was up to Nancy, Robin and the other older teens to handle supplies. They have been through this before; of course never on this scale - and at some point, their instinctual reaction has become ‘protect the kids before yourself. The Kids come first.’

That instinct was what led Nancy and Robin to volunteer to go to the warehouse. They knew they would have to pass through some of the most dangerous areas for demodogs, demobats, hell even some fully-fledged demogorgons, but The Kids were getting hungry. Hopper and Joyce had to stay to keep order, Steve was currently injured and couldn’t walk, Eddie out of action too as per their pairing system; Argyle and Jonathan were already out looking for water leaving Robin and Nancy.

Hopper tried to warn them, to get them to wait for more people to go with them, but Nancy had given him a hard stare and he begrudgingly let them go.

The sound of something treading in the seating area below causes them to inhale sharply, holding their breaths. Nancy Looks over at Robin and finds the other girl looking back at her, Robin’s holding her hand more firmly, although with a slight shakiness.

Whether it’s the adrenaline of the situation building up or the agonizing weeks spent pining after her, now being presented an opportunity, Nancy brings a hand up to Robin’s cheek, heart bursting when the taller girl leans into the touch. She starts to move forward, pausing merely an inch from Robin’s face. Her eyes dart to her lips, up over her freckles and into Robin’s eyes, deep and blue as the ocean.

“Is this okay?” She breathes. Robin gulps and nods weakly, and Nancy presses their lips together. She panics for a moment when Robin doesn’t reciprocate the kiss, but soon enough the other girl is leaning in more; Nancy feels Robin’s free hand tangling in her hair, running her fingers through her matted curls.

She feels like she can breathe for the first time since the air had been polluted by Upside-Down spores; since she thought she was a goner in that hospital, the oozing flagged creature looming over her; since the first fateful time she crawled into the Upside-Down in 1983.

There’s another sound of the door to the stairs opening, and they pull apart; breathless and scared to shit. Robin slides the hand in Nancy’s hair down to the small of her back, her other hand still intertwined with Nancy’s.

“If this is the end, I’m glad it’s with you, Nancy Wheeler,”

Nancy uses her thumb to wipe away a tear Robin hadn’t even noticed fall. “If this is the end, I’m glad it’s with you, Robin Buckley,”

Whatever is coming up the stairs is getting closer now, and Nancy shifts to position her gun and aim for the doorway, crouching so she can move quickly. She passes Robin her Russian Makarov, the girl giving her a solemn nod.

Nancy is confused as the door handle moves slowly, rather than being blown wide open as she had expected it to be. She doesn’t move her aim away from the door, however; she knows too well not to let her guard down too much.

The door creaks open and Nancy stands, and she hears Robin stand and cock her gun behind her.

“Wait wait wait, it’s us, it’s just us,” Lucas and Max step in, Lucas with his palms raised and Max with a cocky grin.

“What the fuck are you guys doing here, you know you’re not allowed to leave camp!” Nancy lowers her gun and scolds the younger two, stepping towards them and checking them for any wounds, “you could have gotten yourselves killed,”

“So could you,” Max shoots back, smirk gone and replaced with a fiery, stern look, “you didn’t make any effort to contact us and you’re days over schedule to return; we were worried you’d been killed!”

Nancy purses her lips. She does have a point, they hadn’t radioed their entire trip and they were at least three days past when they were estimated to return. It doesn’t help that when they did plan on radioing Robin and Nancy had gotten… distracted.

“We’re glad you came looking for us, but Nance is right,” Robin steps forward, slotting the Markov into her belt, “We came in here because we were being chased by demodogs, you’re both putting yourselves at risk looking for us,”

“We killed the last two demodogs,” Lucas offers, holding up a rifle, Max a revolver, “Will taught us how to use ‘em, just in case,”

Thunder rolls and rumbles the building, dust falling from the ceiling. Nancy takes Robin’s hand and leads to off down the stairs. “We’d better get moving,”

[thegirlfromwky]

Salvation -Pt.1- (Kenny McCormick x OC)

Not having friends never really bothered Sam, but when her mother calls with some bad news, she realizes how lonely she really is...

!!!(TW: Neglect, Mommy issues, Strong language)!!!

(NOTE: Characters are aged up to be seniors in high school! This is based on a Sims 4 save I've been playing!)

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Sam jumped out of her seat and slung her backpack over her shoulder, rushing out of the small classroom as soon as the bell dismissed her.

It was Friday afternoon, and while most students were rushing to exit the school, Sam speed-walked further into it. The sound of her peers making weekend plans with their cliques faded into the background of her mind as she only thought of one thing...

The new series of books in the library. They were brand new, having just been purchased by the school. They probably even still had that new book smell!

As the thoughts of fresh, crisp pages and a quiet night in under the light of a reading lamp filled her brain, she was suddenly sent tumbling onto her ass after walking right into something.

"Ow...fuck" she cursed, scrambling to pick up her backpack and the textbooks she was carrying.

"Hey, watch- Oh shit, it's a girl. You okay..?" a voice asked above her. She looked up, surprised. She hadn't even considered that the thing she had run into was a person; she assumed it was a wall or something.

Instead, a boy with messy golden blonde hair and concerned blue eyes peered down at her. He wore an orange hoodie and baggy ripped jeans with black sneakers. Sam felt herself blush, realizing she was staring.

But...he was staring too. His wide eyes searching hers for any sign of pain or anger. Just then, he held out his hand to her, offering to help her up. And with an embarrassed gulp, she took it, placing her smaller hand gently in his. It's warm and his flushed skin is softer than she would have assumed.

For the first time ever, she is self-conscious about her chipping red nail polish.

As gently as possible, he pulls her to her feet and she brushes the dirt from her black pleated skirt. The boy hurriedly bends down and picks up her things, handing them to her.

"So, um...you in a hurry or something?" he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Her face warmed up all over again.

Fuck.

'I can't tell this guy I'm hurrying to pick up a book! I'll sound like a loser!'

"U-Um I was just on my way to my locker. Trying to get the hell out of here...heh..."

He smiled an amused and undeniably handsome smile, his eyes sparkling like sunlight on the ocean.

"Yeah, I feel that. Uh, I'm Kenny, by the way..."

"Sam..." she replied with a nod, holding her books against her chest.

"Kenny! Hurry up, asshole! We're playing Xbox at Kyle's!" a voice called. Sam glanced behind Kenny to see it belonged to a chunky, slightly shorter boy in a red coat. Two other boys were standing with him, their backpacks slung over their shoulders. A guy with a green hat is glaring at the one who yelled, and another with a brown coat is looking at his phone, not even paying attention.

"Coming, fatass..." Kenny grumbled, quiet enough that the other guy apparently did not hear him, before turning back to Sam.

"Hey, um, I gotta go but..." he began, pulling a scrap piece of paper from her binder and a pen from his pocket and scribbling something down quickly.

"Text me sometime...okay?" he finished, winking and shoving the pen back in his pocket before hurrying over to his friends. The chunky guy gave Sam a weird look as they all walked away towards the exit, but she didn't even notice. She was too consumed by what had just happened, and too busy staring at the messy black ink scrawled on her notes.

A phone number...a boy's phone number. A cute boy.

Carefully, she took the page and folded it up, placing it in a zip pocket of her backpack so she wouldn't lose it. With a cursory glance around, she snuck off to the library.

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Later that evening, after indulging in a few chapters of her new book, she sat at her desk, her notes and textbooks spread out in front of her. As her eyes trailed down the pages of notes, doing their best to transplant the information into her brain, she stopped suddenly. Under one of her bullet points was the black ink Kenny had scrawled on the page. The number.

She tried to get on with her studies and read past it, but found herself lingering on it, imagining what she would say if she were to text him. The thought filled her with anxiety. She never texted people first. In fact, she hardly ever texted people period. But there was no way around it; she had to. He couldn't exactly make the first move without knowing her number in return.

She took a deep breath and, with all the courage she could muster, grabbed her phone from her desk drawer.

She opened the texting app, determined to send the first message before she lost her nerve, when suddenly the screen lit up on it's own.

'Mom' it read, vibrating in her hand.

"Mom? At this hour?" she mumbled, tapping the button to accept the call.

"Samantha? It's mom...how are you?"

A mother's voice is something that should be comforting. It should make you feel safe and happy, especially if your mother happens to almost never be at home. But hearing her mom over the phone made Sam feel...nothing, really. She cared for her mother, but honestly, she couldn't remember the last time she had even seen her. Her mother didn't know her...she didn't even know her daughter hated being called by her full first name.

"Hey, mom. I'm fine, just doing some homework..."

"Good! That's good honey...so you're doing well in school, then? High marks?"

"Straight A's, just like always"

"My smart girl. I'm proud of you, Samantha"

That should have made her happy. It didn't.

An awkward silence filled the air for a few beats before her mother cleared her throat and spoke again.

"Er, pumpkin, I...may have some bad news"

"Okay?"

She sighed.

"Work is going to take longer than expected, and...I won't be home for Christmas this year, sweetheart"

As indifferent as Sam was about her mother, she did feel her heart drop a little at this. Her mom had always made sure to be home for Christmas, making peppermint hot chocolate for them and bearing gifts from different states and countries. That was the one thing they had together. Their one tradition.

"Oh."

"Oh, Sammy, I'm so sorry! I would get away and come home if I could but there is just no way this year! I promise we will do hot chocolate and presents the second I come home in January, though!"

She hated 'Sammy' almost as much as her actual name.

"Okay..."

"I-If you get lonely, grandma can always fly in to spend Christmas with you! Should I call-"

"N-No, mom. No, it's fine. I'm okay. I promise..." she said, a little too quickly to be convincing. Her mother was silent for a long moment.

"I'm going to send extra money the week of Christmas. Get yourself whatever you want, sweetie"

Suddenly, there was a stern male voice in the background.

"O-Oh, um, yes sir. Be right there...Samantha, my break is over but...I will try my best to call again soon, okay? Promise. I love you..."

"Love you too, mom"

The call ended, and Sam was left in the heavy silence of her bedroom, dark except for the lamp on her desk. When the call screen went away, the blank text box popped back up. Mocking her, she felt.

She clicked off her phone and plugged it in for the night. She'd lost the nerve to send that text.

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Ello! I've only recently gotten into South Park and this is my first time writing a fic for it. Hope it's not too ooc!

[writing-by-katt]

Chapter 1: Fight or Die Well

The flash of short blonde hair is all that can be seen as a short figure sprints through the after-school crowd. The figure shoves harshly into a tall figure before leaving them sprawled on the concrete. The man gazes at her with rage, scrambling to his feet. He sprints after the short girl, following her to a dead-end between buildings.

Surrounded by three tall brick walls in an empty space, the girl can do nothing but stand and fight. Her breathing is ragged as the tall, suited, man stalks toward her with laterally stretched arms. His aviator sunglasses and shiny brown cowboy boots are an odd pairing for his completely denim suit.

“It kind of fits the outfit tho…Maybe add a bolo tie or a bandana and cowboy hat and we have inner-city chic meets hicksville.” She thinks.

The tall not-quite-cowboy takes a slow drag from a new cigarette before addressing her with a puff of smoke. “Now, ahm sure ya didn’t mean anything by knocking me down lil’ lady.”

He leans down slightly, “But….ah am not a man to be trifled with. And ya? Ya lack manners.”

The blonde backs up a step as the man’s tone grows darker. He is looking at her with wolfish eyes and using his body to keep her trapped in the ally. She has a few choices, she thinks. One, kick him in the balls and hope he goes down. Two, go straight for the eyes. Three, sock him directly in the jaw and hope she doesn’t kill him if he does go down. There is no way she can make it past him without him grabbing her and she can’t scale the walls, they’re too high and any objects in the ally are entirely unhelpful.

“So this is how it’s going to be,” she thinks. Her eyes dart to the man’s when she speaks, “...I apologize sir. I should’ve been more careful when I was-”

“NO! Ya do not get to apologize now! Ah am speakin’ lil’ lady. Ya disrespectful little bitch,” He snarls, “Look at how ya mucked up my suit. This costs more than yer life is worth! Now, I want some form of compensation, or are ya too stupid to figure that one out lil’ lady?”

Icy blue eyes widen and her breath hitches. Her words are caught in her throat as her mind reels with ways this could end. Thinking quickly she asks, “What do you mean by com-excuse me,” she clears her throat,” compensation…sir? I, ehem, don’t have much money.”

“Now lil’ lady, ah am a gentleman. So ah’ll let’cha off with a warning if ya empty yer backpack there an give me anything of value ya have.” The man pulls a medium-sized hunting knife from his belt. The handle is a mahogany color with silver etchings and a sharp silver blade. “If ya have nothing of value….I can just gut ya like the fish ya are and we’ll call it even. Sound like a deal?”

The blonde nods, slowly grabbing her bag from her shoulder and taking a few steps toward the man. She looks him in the eye before swinging her bag with all her might at his head, successfully knocking him down for a second time.

The cowboy man spews curses before she curb-stomps him and runs out of the ally.

Heart thudding, she brushes past two people in black outfits with generic ball caps covering their faces. One wears a bomber jacket and the other a leather one. The two stand there sharing a shocked glance before spinning on their heels, calling out her name.

As the two give chase, the girl notices the time, 4:15, she’s late. Her lungs scream for air and her muscles ache but she can’t stop running now. As the trio ducks through crowds of people, the girl starts to slow, fatigue clearly starting to take its toll.

“Just a little further” She pants lowly. She spots a densely packed crowd near an ally, but her way is blocked by an average-height man, covered in tattoos. He is stocky and muscular in build and watches her through purple-tinted sunglasses. His floppy hair moves as he steps aside for her to make her way through the ally, ‘accidentally’ blocking the two giving chase. The tattooed man smirks, pulling out his phone to make a call. His boss is going to love this.

The girl doesn’t even spare him a glance as she sprints down an ally before leaping onto a dumpster and climbing the wall, losing her pursuers.

The winded undercover cops, wheeze curses at the girl as they realize they lost her.

The girl can hear their wheezing as she catches her breath on the other side of the wall. She takes a peek at her appearance in the reflection of shop windows as she makes her way to the nearest Mooncents coffee shop. Lucky for her, the cops don’t seem to know that she recently got an after-school job as a barista. Unlucky for her, she hit that one tall person really hard, and her shoulder fricken smarts.

“That’s definitely going to bruise” She mumbles to herself.

The glass door creaks softly as she slips into the cafe. She apologizes to her boss for being late before making her way to the bathroom to change from her school uniform into a white tank top with black joggers and her beat-up old platform Converse. They’re tearing at the seams and literally falling apart but they’re comfortable and it isn’t like she can afford new shoes for work anyway. The blonde was right. Her left shoulder sports a large purple mark that is darkening by the minute. No wonder it hurt so much.

“Holy shit Carina! What’d you do, try to break down a door!?” Her coworker Miles chirps as she emerges from the back, tying her apron.

“Oh shut up Miles! You can’t break down a door with your front. I may or may not have completely shoulder-checked some dude on my way here.” Carina gives Miles a lopsided smile as she washes her hands.

“Oi Carina, I want you to cover on bar so that I can do payroll. Sound alright kiddo?” John, her boss, and owner of Mooncents asks.

Carina nods with a smile as he places a hand on her good shoulder.

“Oh and kiddo, you know that if you need any help, I’m here. I know you don’t like asking but please promise me that you will if you need to.” John says softly before disappearing to the back of the shop.

The short blonde girl’s smile falters slightly before she smoothes the purple apron and gets to making drinks. She and Miles make quips and snarky comments to each other while they work until something weird happens. Around 30 minutes before close, a tall figure sidles through the door, clad in a suit made of denim. Despite the change of dress, Carina recognizes the vibes of this man.

She motions for Miles to take the order as she keeps her head down, pretending to be busy wiping a spot on the counter.

“--well the day was going well until some ungrateful brat knocked into me and didn’t even bother to apologize. I feel like I should get some sort of compensation for that…..” The man locks his brown eyes on Carina’s bright blue. Something about him is setting off alarms in her head. She needs to run. Run. RUN.

She makes a beeline for the back of house, almost running into John, who had finally finished payroll. “Woah woah! What’s going on kiddo?! Where’s the fire!”

John takes in her fearful appearance. Carina doesn’t respond but she doesn’t have to. John squares his shoulders, removes his glasses, and steeles his eyes before walking through the door.

Carina peeks out from the swinging door to see her, former marine, boss calmly ask what was going on. His body language gave off an aura of intimidating strength. John never had to raise his voice, he simply had to look at a person in a specific way and they would back down. Not this denim-suited man though. He was not backing down in the slightest.

He started screaming incoherently at John before pulling his knife. Carina was glued to her hiding spot. Miles went to hit the guy with a broom but the man slashed at him. For just a second, Carina thought that Mr. Denim had missed, oh how wishful she was. Time felt slowed as Miles staggered back, clutching his lower left chest. His wheezing breaths were the only thing that broke the silence at that moment.

John grabbed the man’s knife-wielding arm, pulling it toward him. He lifted his other hand to the man’s hair and slammed his head repeatedly into the counter as Carina finally regained her legs.

Carina sprinted to Miles, putting pressure on his wound. She wasn’t much one for praying but she sent a quick prayer for Miles. He shouldn’t have to suffer for her actions. If she had just apologized or something….

John ties the not-quite-cowboy up with his apron before calling the police. Knowing how skittish Carina is around police, he tells her that he will be ok there and that she should take her tips and leave out the back door. While taking over holding Miles’s wound, he places a firm, fatherly, hand on her shoulder.

“This was not your fault Aria. That man needs psychiatric help. It is entirely his fault that he attacked you, and that he attacked Miles. Miles is going to be ok. You go home to your sister and have a movie night or something kiddo. I’ll take it from here.”

Carina nodded without looking up. She jogged out the back door to make her way to the Jade Dragon Night Club.

“Sorry John,” she thought, “I still have work to do.”

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“Oi! Short-Fuse! You don’t go on until midnight! The hell you doin’ here?” A mildly concerned voice shouts as she enters the club.

“Got off work early Marty.” Carina mumbles. She makes her way to the seat at the end of the bar. Marty sets a Monster and a shirly temple in front of her. Carina pulls her laptop out of her bag and starts doing her homework. It’s 8:45 pm, which gives her nearly three hours before she has to change and warm up for her second job. She spends the first hour working on homework before she starts to nod off.

“May as well change into my gear…” She thinks sleepily. The short blonde stands up, joints crackling. “Oi, Marty, I’m off to change!”

The barkeep raises a bottle in acknowledgment as Carina moseys on down to her dressing room to change. She says dressing room but it’s just a little storage closet with a vanity, med kit, and different Jade Sisterhood branded outfits. Tonight is cold so she grabs a white tank top with green scaled panels on the sides with well-fitting black shorts decorated with J on one side and S on the other. She slips into her green fuzzy Crocs and a green, lightly oversized, hoodie that has the Jade Sisterhood logo on the back and arms. Scarred hands throw her hair into a tiny ponytail with a green, white, and black, headband for her fly-aways.

DING

DING

DING

DING

DING

DING

Sparing one last glance in the mirror, Carina looks down at her phone. It’s a message from Aksana. That’s weird. Her sister knows that she has work after school and that tonight is one of the long nights.

9:58 pm

Ana: Dude

Ana: Don’t go home after work

Ana: Can’t talk much, but cops

Ana: At the station, something happened to Greg and Mum

Ana: Thye wont tell me til you’re here

Ana:They*

10:01 pm

Carina: Are you safe

Carina: ???

Carina: Do you need me to come get you

Carina: You’re a minor, they can’t hold you

Carina: What do you mean Greg and Mum

Carina: What happened???

Ana: I’m safe, you stay

Ana: I’ll ask her for help if anything happens

Ana: Don’t worry

Ana: Just come when you’re done, I can wait. They’re going to be waiting for you at home so don’t go there.

Ana: Come straight here but leave any ‘you know whats’ there

Ana: Nosey coppers are snooping around. Including my phone.

Ana: Fight well

Ana: Be safe, love you

10:13 pm

Carina: ten four good sister

Carina: Love you too

“An hour and 45 minutes till I’m on…ughhhh. This kind of sucks.” Carina grumbles while walking back to her seat. She finishes her homework by 11:15 then puts her head on the bar to rest her eyes and listen to inebriated people make fools of themselves. She dozes off for all of twenty minutes before being roused by the smell of fresh sweet potato fries and half a club sandwich. She can’t eat much before her fights lest she puke it up but Marty knows that she hasn’t eaten since lunch at school, if not breakfast. Carina has a terrible habit of getting engrossed in whatever task she is doing and “forgetting” to eat until it’s done. By that time though, she is so exhausted that she just won’t eat anything because it’s too much work. He can tell that she’s getting to that point so, as a good brother figure, he shall force her to eat at least a little bit.

Besides, if she doesn’t eat, she won’t fight well. If she doesn’t fight well, the sisterhood will….be unhappy. Very unhappy. Bad things happen when you anger the sisterhood.

Pale blue eyes glance at the food, then at the kindly bartender. “Thanks, Marty.”

“No problem short-fuse” he chuckles as she yawns, “You better eat then stretch youngin, your first match starts in 35 minutes. Can’t have you cramping up munchkin.”

The sandwich was delicious. Marty was the undisputed top bar chef in the entire Sisterhood territory. He had grown up cooking with his abuela and mother, even going as far as to get a culinary degree from the community college in his home city. Carina took a last swig of her monster before grabbing a bottle of water and heading to her warmup zone. She scrolled through her spotify for warmup music before starting her stretches. Thoughts of what Ana had texted lingered in the back of her mind.

“What did it all mean? Is Miles ok? Does John hate her? What happened to mum and Greg? Why are the police out to get us? Is it because they found ou-!?” 

[starfaring-princelotor]

*peeks* Demi-sexual & demi-romantic reader? If requests are still open of course? No angst *please* but the rest is up to you. And if you do decide to accept it, *please* dont feel obligated to finish by the end of the month?

Proof

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Summary: For once, you show Lotor the meaning of romance.

★ Disclaimer: I do not ship Lotura and I respectfully ask that this story to not be tagged as Lotura. This is a Lotor x Reader/Self-Insert OC story which is in no way related to Allura at all. Please be respectful of my chosen pairing. ★

Warnings: N/A

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Romantic. Lotor was often described as such, both by his peers and his lovers. It was no surprise that he had spent many years mastering the art of wooing, if just by using a few smartly placed compliments. That particular skill also went hand in hand with lascivious acts behind the door, too. But very few were able to differentiate when he was being nice and truly trying to share his heart with another. 

It often landed him in trouble where that L-word was involved, which usually entailed after a nightly tumble in the sheets. Making love? Expert. Saying love? That was a bit more difficult. He would be lying to himself if he said that, sometimes, not even he could formulate how he felt into understandable words. Or at least, words that made sense to you. 

Lotor turned the marvelously shimmering seashell in his hand, recalling the day you first gave him the sapphire gift, “How come you picked blue?”

“What?”

“Blue. You picked a blue shell. When we were at Rainbow Beach, out of all the colors available, you chose blue,” he clarified, “Not…that I am complaining, no. I am simply curious.”

You put down one of the many artifacts Lotor decorated in the gallery. Fine arts from those he knew, those he respected, those who were just starting out. Even some little knick-knacks he deemed worthy sat upon marble pedestals. This was his own little museum. You took note of every bit of detail he shared with you for each one had a story of their own. 

“I remember you saying you like the color blue.” You traced your finger over the smooth curve of the shell, “Plus, in the right light, it reminds me of your eyes.”

That glint of purple shining with blue was really a beautiful sight to behold. It was rare, just like this shell, and the explanation did not go over Lotor’s head. You knew how to be equally as romantic when you were around him and only him. The connection, it was there, and both of you knew it after sharing post-bliss thoughts several times during pillow talk. 

Things like your personal dreams. Things like his idyllic future. Things that changed from passing flirtatious winks to deep emotional ties he rarely feels when connecting with someone. Even now, with that simple compliment, he found his heart skipping a beat in his chest, telling him one of two things. Either he should go see a doctor about that or what you said, what you remembered him sharing that one time, left him feeling romanced for a change. 

Lotor was so used to giving that receiving this subtle love-without-saying-love? It brought a radiant smile on his lips. 

“You flatter me, darling,” was the only thing he could say, eyes softening at the delicate way your fingers traced the edge of the shell before eventually landing on his fingertips. 

“I flatter you? I have a few hundred love letters proving that you, sir, tend to go overboard with the art of seduction.”

All that got out of him was a shameless chuckle. Those nights he spent effortlessly spilling his words on the parchment, an old romantic gesture you once told him, was perhaps his favorite past time. Lotor found it easier to express his secretive feelings through paper rather than through his voice. He would sooner write those three little words rather than speak them, for the proof was much more solid when seen, no?

That is what he told himself and that is what you understood without question. 

“I will send you hundreds more, dear, if it means I may selfishly spend many waking nights with you by my side,” a promise he sealed with a gentlemanly kiss to your cheek, followed by a soft nudge of his nose, “This gift is by far one of my favorites. It has a special place in my heart.”

“Down, boy, you already have me,” you couldn’t help but laugh under your breath at his simple yet potent affection, “I will get you so many blue things - “

“I do not speak of the shell, beloved. I speak of this.” 

With a smooth motion of his hand, he timidly clasped your free wrist and placed it over his chest, right where his caged heart resided. The message was loud and clear and real. Love was often forced upon him when he did not reciprocate that feeling. When his intentions were often misunderstood, or he was considered cold-hearted for closing himself off. With you, however, you took the time to know him. Took the time to understand him in the same way he did with you. 

And Lotor would forever appreciate what you showed him. You showed him that romance? Just like the age old dance of love, it took two to tango.

[eddiemunsonsimpp]

Childhood memories | Eddie Munson x Henderson reader

Scenario- flicking through an old scrapbook, you and Eddie reminisce over your childhood together.

Tags: literally just fluff, this is just a little oneshot/storytime and it’s precious okay bye 💀

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“Oh my god, Eddie, is that?-“

“Me? Sure is.”

I laughed as Robin flipped through an old scrapbook Wayne had kept from Eddie’s childhood, her finger lingering on one specific picture of a 6 year old Eddie, buzzed hair and a big goofy grin on his face, not much different from the one that he wore on a regular basis nowadays.

“Aww! Eds, look!” I squealed, pointing to a picture of him and I, no older than 8, arms wrapped around each other, sickeningly sweet smiles on our faces. He flashed a bright, toothy grin at the image.

“Do you remember when that was taken?” I asked, looking up at him from my spot on the couch. He squinted at the image for a moment, pondering.

“That was… our 3rd grade camping trip?”

“Yes!” I squealed, being met with a hearty laugh from my boyfriend. “I remember you screamed at Carver because he took one of your coloring books without asking.” He noted with another laugh.

“That’s what you remember from that trip?!” I started,

“Because I remember you forgot your baby blanket, and you sobbed the entire night.”

He threw his head back in a laugh, pink dusting his cheeks. “I almost forgot about that damn blanket.”

I sat with Eddie in the back of the bus, our feet dangling off the edge. I pulled my backpack into my lap.

“Okay! Bag check!” I announced, unzipping the bag and rustling through my belongings, checking off everything on the small paper list my mother had given me. Eddie followed in suit, rummaging through his bag before letting out a loud gasp. “My blankie!” He shrieked as anxiety took over his face. “Aww, I’m sure it’ll be okay for a few nights, Eddie!” I attempted to console him. He hung his head in response as I swung my arm around his shoulder, hugging him tightly.

Hours had passed since we had arrived at the campgrounds, the boys and girls being rushed off to separate tent areas.

As I laid down on the hard ground, shuffling uncomfortably in my sleeping bag, gripping onto my teddy bear for some similance of normalcy, I heard distant sobbing and whining. I quickly recognized it as Eddie. I shot up from my sleeping bag and carefully exited my tent, walking towards the other side of the grounds.

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry you forgot your blankie…” I heard one of the older counselors try to console my sobbing best friend. “I wanna go home!” He hiccuped. The counselor made a sound of sympathy and rubbed his back as I approached, startling them both. “Henderson! What are you doing out of-“ I cut her off by promptly sitting down next to Eddie and pulling him into a tight hug. “It’s okay, Eddie!” I ran my hands up and down his back as he sobbed hysterically into my shoulder. “Sweetheart, you really can’t be over here with the boys-“ the counselor started before I quickly cut her off. “I don’t care about that stupid rule!” I snipped, “MY best friend is UPSET, and he needs ME!” I sassed. “I’m gonna stay with him!” I ended in a ‘hmph’. The counselor fell silent, almost baffled, as she looked at another counselor for guidance on the situation, and was met with a shrug. I promptly shoved my small teddy bear into Eddie’s arms. “Here, you can have Mr. Snuffles! I know he isn’t the same as your blankie, but he’s a great snuggler!” I chirped, flashing the boy in front of me a big smile. He looked at the bear, then back at me, and returned the same smile through tear stricken doe eyes, hugging the bear tightly in his grasp. “Thanks, Henderson.” He said, leaning on my shoulder. The camp counselor sighed heavily. “Okay, you two can share a tent, but it’s way past lights out, you need to get some rest.” Eddie and I looked at each other with big, toothy grins on our faces and quickly scrambled into the tent, shimmying back into the sleeping bags, Mr. Snuffles still tight in his clutches.

“Oh my god.” Eddie laughed again. “I forgot about Mr. Snuffles!”

“You were entirely inconsolable until I gave you that bear.” I giggled.

“God, you two were so cute!” Robin giggled, continuing to flick through the scrapbook.

“I like to think we’re cuter now, personally.” I shrugged, elbowing Eddie and smiling brightly up at him. He wrapped an arm around my waist, returning my smile with pure adoration in his eyes. I leaned my head on his shoulder, snuggling into his warmth.

“OH MY GOD. STEVE. EDDIE HAD BRACES.” Robin shrieked.

“Oh, sweet Jesus.” Eddie placed his hand on his forehead, his face turning bright red, causing me to cackle.

“Braces? Oh, I’ve gotta see that.” Steve sat next to Robin as they continued to giggle and chat about the pictures. I leaned back against the couch, intertwining my fingers with Eddie’s as we relished in the memories of our childhood together.

[honeyhuii]

Leather Jackets and Midnight Kisses

Neighbours Au, Highschool Au, Badboy Au, Best friends to Lovers

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Slow burn, Semi-mutual pinning

Pairing: Badboy!Jisung X Reader

Wordcount:12.1k+

Warnings: Swearing, Kissing, mentions of food

Group Masterlist

There was a loud knock at your front door signalling that your best friend and neighbour was there to take you to school. “Come in Jisung,” you shout, running around trying to grab your items for the school day. Jisung opens the door and notices the frantic expression on your face. “Everything okay,” he asks, trying to stifle a laugh after watching you almost trip over your untied shoelaces. “No! I ended up staying up late trying to finish the homework that our English teacher assigned last minute. So, I woke up just a couple of minutes ago and trying to get everything quickly so we won’t be late,” you shove a piece of toast in your mouth, shoving Jisung out the front door,” Okay Ji, let’s go.”

Once you arrive at school and Jisung parks his car, you immediately hop out of the car, sprint to the school entrance, and hold the door open for Jisung. “Come on dude, we’re going to be late to first period if you keep walking slowly,” you say urgently, hoping Jisung will pick up the pace, “please hurry it up, unlike you, I actually wanna make it to class on time.” Jisung rolls his eyes and starts walking faster than his usual turtle pace. He finally makes it to the entrance of the school and looks at the clock. Shit, 3 minutes until class starts. Jisung grabs your hand and you look up at him in confusion. He starts sprinting down the hall dragging you with him, obviously missing the sign that says "No Running In The Halls". But, thanks to Jisung and his quick thinking, you make it to class on time.

Oh, crap. The words you scream into your head. “I forgot my homework,” you think to yourself as you’re searching through your backpack. The teacher just asked for you all to turn in your homework from yesterday. You must’ve forgotten to shove it in your backpack when you were scrambling around trying not to be late for school. Great, another reason for your teacher to yell at you and blame those friends of yours. Just because they’re a bunch of misfits and troublemakers. You’re friends with the infamous group of so-called bad boys, Dreamz. However, you think they're a bunch of idiots. Especially Jisung. But being friends with them does not mean that you're a misfit too. Honestly, they aren’t either. They're just misunderstood. That and they don’t really like going to school or doing homework, but they all have some amazing talents and are really intelligent when they apply themselves with those talents.

Take Mark Lee for an example, he’s the eldest and the leader of the pack. He looks mean, but when you get to know him, he turns into a big goofball and rapping genius. He can also write amazing songs.

Then there’s Huang Renjun, who has the voice of an angel and is a fantastic dancer. He’s also a master of sarcasm and has a talent for drawing.

Lee Jeno is someone who definitely looks the most intimidating in the group. Always wearing black and his infamous leather jacket with a bunch of 80s and 90s patches ironed on. He’s also the bulkiest member who looks ready to fight anyone who dares speak to him. However, once you actually speak to him and talk he turns into a puppy and has a knack for acting and can play the guitar. He recently started rapping with Mark and is really good.

The next member of Dreamz is someone you should be wary of, Lee Donghyuck or more commonly known as Haechan. He is infamous for his pranks on both staff and students. But besides his pranks, he’s really good at singing and absolutely loves to cuddle with his friends.

Na Jaemin. The flirt. The playboy. The mom friend. He loves all of the boys equally and definitely doesn't favour Jisung over anyone else in the group. He's known for taking care of the boys and looking out for everyone. He's introverted, but when it comes to his friends he's loud and completely crazy at times. He's the one you go to for advice when you need it.

We then have the second youngest of the group, Zhong Chenle. Or as you like to call him, dolphin because of loud dolphin-like-laugh and high pitched screams. He also has the voice of an angel and a talented pianist. He's also the only one you would trust to cook your food.

Lastly, your best friend and neighbour, Park Jisung. The youngest of the group and in your opinion, the cutest. You would trust him with your life. He’s a really talented dancer and is really good at soccer. However, he is the clumsiest person you’ve ever met. You could not go a day without seeing him trip once, but not like you're one to talk. You, yourself are pretty clumsy too.

“Y/N, where’s your homework,” Mrs Kim asked with her hands on her hips giving you one of her disappointing looks you usually didn’t receive.

“Uhm, I left it on my desk. I ended up staying up late working on the assignment along with some other homework, passed out on my desk and then woke up late. I promise it's done, so can I just bring it in on Monday,” you ask, fiddling with the pencil in your hand.

“Fine, since I know you usually turn your homework in on time, but you better turn it in on Monday as soon as you enter this class otherwise, you’ll fail the assignment,” Mrs Kim says, moving onto the next student who didn’t turn in their homework. You sigh with relief, you can still maintain your high grades.

“May I presume you haven’t done the assignment Jisung,” Mrs Kim asks, already getting ready to mark his assignment as an F.

“Actually, I did the assignment, Mrs Kim. Here,” Jisung says, handing her the completed assignment. The look of shock on the teacher's face was priceless. She quickly regained her bearings and frowned in disappointment. “Hm, I hope you did the assignment correctly, otherwise you just might fail my class. Just like the rest of your classes and your other troublemaker friends.” You notice a flash of shock and dejection appear on Jisung’s face. Suddenly, a thought occurred. You know just what to do.

The bell rang signalling it was lunchtime. You got out of your seat and went to your locker to grab your lunch. When you arrived at your locker, Jisung was already standing there scrolling on his phone waiting for your arrival. He looked up from his phone when he heard footsteps approach and smiled once he saw you.

“Hey, Ji forgot to make lunch again,” you ask while unlocking your locker to grab your food.

“Nah, I just love your cooking so much that I purposely forget my lunch,” Jisung replies, pocketing his phone, helping you put your school books away.

“I figured as much, which is why I made double portions this time. Also, there’s something I want to discuss with you and the other boys at lunch. It's kinda important,” you respond, closing your locker, “Alright let’s go to the roof.”

Jisung opens the door to the roof, holding it open. You step outside and feel a cool spring breeze blow through the air. You see the other boys of Dreamz already sitting by the tree eating their lunch. You and Jisung walk over to them and sit down in your designated spots. You open your lunch and offer Jisung a portion of your food. He gladly takes it and starts eating. “So, I wanted to discuss something kind of important with you. Is that okay with you,” you inquire, setting your food down and looking at the others. They nod their heads in response but continue to stuff their face with food.

“Well, Jisung handed in an assignment today which not only shocked me but the teacher as well. I'm kind of worried that you guys might not graduate on time and graduation wouldn't be the same if I didn't graduate with you guys. So, I want to help you out and maybe form a study group. I know that I don’t really have to worry about Renjun, but I care about you all. You don’t have to worry about going to college after, I just want to be able to graduate with my best friends,” you say hastily, picking up your food, avoiding their gazes.

“You’ve got a point Y/N and I agree. I want to graduate on time. It wouldn’t be very cool to have to be held back for another year. The only problem is everyone thinks we’re stupid and we don't know anything and only know how to cause problems. If we suddenly start passing in assignments and doing well on tests, the teachers will just assume that we cheated somehow,” Mark retorts, closing the lid of his lunch box.

“You can prove them wrong and show them that you are smart and not some dumb misfits. I’ll help you with that. We can study together every day at lunchtime or after school. Whichever works for you. If the teachers do say something about you cheating then show them how hard you’ve been studying. Please? Try it for a month and then if you don’t improve by then and show them that you want to graduate on time then you can quit and I’ll stop trying to get you guys to do your homework or study, okay,” you request with a pleading look. They all look up at you and one by one they all slowly nod their heads in agreement.

“Okay, I guess we can give it a shot and since the mid-finals are next month and if we don’t improve by then we’ll quit,” Jaemin replies with a soft smile having a soft spot for you.

“Well, when should we start? What time works for you,” you ask, getting excited to study with your friends.

“Tomorrow is Saturday, so why not then, maybe mid-afternoon since someone always wakes up late,” Renjun responds, throwing a knocking smirk in Haechan’s direction.

“HEY,” Haechan says angrily.

“What? You know it's true, don’t even try to deny it,” Chenle interjects, never stepping away from a chance to tease the older boys, especially Haechan.

“I’ll get you back for this,” Haechan threatens, “No one is safe, not even Y/N.” You giggle at his “warning” full well knowing he’ll never prank you, he’s tried, failed, and ended up pranking the teacher instead. It was hilarious. He hung a bucket of paint on the door, knowing your schedule and knowing you usually show up to your classes 5 minutes early. However, he didn’t plan on you walking to class speaking to the teacher, and instead of the bucket falling onto you, it fell on the teacher. He ended up getting a week's detention and community service for the month. After that, he’s never tried to prank you again.

The day was over, you headed out the school doors with Jisung following close behind. Since it was Friday, you and Jisung have a tradition to go get milkshakes after school to celebrate the weekend.

“Shall we do our usual or mix it up today,” you ask, opening up the car door and sitting in the passenger side.

“Hmm, I think we should stick to the usual plan, but maybe mix up the drinks. I feel like we should mix up the drinks since we’ve been getting the same ones for the past few years,” Jisung counters, starting the car and backing out of the school’s parking lot. You both listened to the radio and sang along to yours and his playlist. Occasionally, you’d sneak a glance over at him and notice how his eyes gleamed in the light and how they crinkle with glee. His smile was so pretty. Wait. What are you thinking? Snap out of it Y/N. Jisung is your best friend.

You arrived at the diner and went to your usual booth. The waitress walked over to you two and smiled knowingly. “Hello, guys. Here for your usual Friday milkshakes,” she asks, getting ready to write down your order.

“Actually, we wanted to try something new. Maybe get smoothies instead. I’ll take a strawberry smoothie and some fries. What do you want Y/N? Remember I’m paying this time since you paid the last three times, so you can get whatever you want,” Jisung replies, folding his menu and handing it to the waitress.

“Mmm, I’ll take a mango smoothie and fries as well,” you say, looking at the waitress, giving her the menu as well. The waitress nods and walks to the kitchen giving the cook your order. “So, are we going to take the food to our spot or eat them here,” you ask, turning your head to look at Jisung?

“Well, I was thinking we could eat our food here and then go hang out at our spot and relax before going home. Considering we won’t get to do our usual Saturday gameathon,” Jisung replies, shaking up the ketchup bottle, knowing that you always dip your fries in ketchup.

“Sounds like a plan. Are we going to pull our usual all-nighter tonight or are we going to have to move that to tomorrow night,” you question, taking a sip of your smoothie, enjoying how the sweet flavour filled your taste buds, making you smile with delight?

“Mmm, we probably won’t be able to do our all-nighter tonight, but we can still facetime until it gets late. I know how cranky you can get if you don’t get your usual 8 hours of sleep,” Jisung comments, munching on fries and then taking a sip of his strawberry smoothie. You nod your head in agreement, enjoying the time you are currently spending with Jisung.

After Jisung paid for the food and drinks, you headed to your usual spot. None of the other guys knew about this place and you’d like to keep it that way. It’s just yours and Jisung’s place, no one else’s. While walking to your spot, Jisung randomly grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers. You look up at him in shock. Jisung hates skinship, yet here he is holding your hand. When you look up at him, you notice how he tries to avoid any and all eye contact with you. There was also a small pink blush spread across his face and his ears were red as a rose. Your face began to burn and quickly looked away. You can feel your heart rate slowly pick up as you continue heading to the tree while holding his soft warm hand.

You immediately laid down as soon as you reached your tree. When you and Jisung first found this place, you carved both yours and his name on the tree. Ever since then, you’ve been coming here every Friday once school was over and after milkshakes at the diner. Jisung laid down next to you, he gestured for you to lay your head on his shoulder and you obliged. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in closer. You felt your heart rate pick up again. Stop it Y/n. He’s just being clingy because you won’t be able to do your gameathon.

You didn’t know how you fell asleep, but you did. Curled up in Jisung’s arms. His arms wrapped around your waist. Your face in the crook of his neck. And legs intertwined with each other. You were comfortable. However, your moment of comfort soon dissipated as Jisung slowly started to wake up.

“What time is it,” Jisung questions, noticing that the sun has started to set.

You shrug your shoulders and fish out your phone out of your back pocket. You realize that it wasn’t in your pocket, but laying on the grass beside you. “Around 6. We should probably head home,” you respond, getting up and wiping the grass off of your pants. You lend out a hand, helping Jisung get up. There was a comfortable silence that surrounded you and Jisung as you walked to his car. You secretly wished he would grab your hand and intertwine your fingers again. But Jisung is still shy when it comes to skinship. You should just enjoy that he held your hand once and let you cuddle with him. Though you don’t think he chose to cuddle that much with you. You both just fell asleep in the comfort of each other's arms. Yeah, that's it. He didn’t mean to cuddle and it meant nothing. You and Jisung are just friends. But a part of you still secretly wished you were more, not that you would ever admit that to yourself.

You two arrived at the car and promptly entered, somewhat eager to get home. “Hey, are we still going to facetime after dinner like usual,” you ask, buckling in your seat belt? You plug your phone into the AUX cord and ask, “Late night road trip,’’ Jisung nods his head for both questions and you shuffle the playlist. Krnb beats fill the car’s silence and you hum along to the words. Unbeknownst to you, Jisung sneaks glances at every red light. He can’t help but admire you and the way your eyes sparkle in the streetlight. Or how you hum along to songs when you don’t know the words. Wait. Jisung? What are you thinking? Stop it. Y/n is just your best friend. Yeah, just a friend.

You waved to Jisung as you walked into your house as Jisung walked into his. You went up to your room and noticed that you did leave your English assignment on your desk. You immediately stuck it in your backpack and got out homework from other classes. You sat at your desk and began to work. After half an hour of homework, your phone started to ring. You didn’t have to check the caller ID to know who it was.

“Hey, Jisung! What’s up,” you ask, moving from your desk to your bed.

You hear rustling from the other side of the line. “Mmm, nothing much. Just kinda bored so I thought I’d call,” he replies, moving around even more.

“Jisung, what the hell are you doing,” you ask, kind of annoyed at the constant rustling, “why is there so much rustling.”

“Oh, I’m trying to get comfortable, but there are too many clothes on the bed so I’m trying to push them off,” he responds with more shuffling in the background.

“You know, you could just put them away, right’’ you say, rolling your eyes.

“Wow, why didn’t I think of that,” he retorts sarcastically, laughing at your eye roll and sigh, “Okay, okay. I’ll put away my clothes.” While Jisung was putting away his clothes you scrolled through your phone hoping your boredom and tiredness would go away. As you felt sleepier you plugged your phone in knowing you’d probably fall asleep.

“Hey, Jisung? I think I’m gonna go, I’m kinda tired,” you say with a yawn.

“Nooo, don’t go,” Jisung whines, “Pleaseee, I’m bored. At least talk to me until you fall asleep.” You sigh and nod your head. You and Jisung ended up talking for two hours straight about anything and everything. However, you ended up passing out in the middle of one of Jisung’s stories. It took Jisung about ten minutes to realize that you fell asleep in the middle of his retelling of the time Jaemin tripped and fell in front of a girl he was flirting with and how it was definitely not Haechans fault. He took his time to admire you and how pretty you looked while you slept. He secretly took screenshots and set his favourite one as his home screen. He eventually fell asleep too while still being on call with you.

You were currently getting ready to head over to Jisungs so you both can head over to the library for your study session with the boys. You hear a knock at your door and roll your eyes knowing it’s Jisung. At this point of your friendship, you don’t understand why he didn’t just walk in. “Come in,” you shout from your bedroom.

Jisung walks in, heads to your room and asks, “Hey Y/n, you ready yet?”

“Yeah, let me just get my shoes on then we can go. I was actually about to head over, but guess you got a little excited to study,” you reply with a giggle.

Jisung rolls his eyes and says, “Yeah, studying is what I’m excited about.”

You smile at Jisung’s response and grab your backpack, “Alright let’s go. The others are probably waiting for us.” Jisung nods and takes your backpack from you and heads out your door to his car.

You and Jisung arrived at the public library and walked in. You checked your phone to check the time and noticed that you had several texts from Chenle and Renjun saying that they couldn’t make it because Haechan got sick. Jisung got a similar text from Mark about Jeno, Huh. That’s weird. You look over at him with a confused face and ask, “Did you get an ominous message from the boys?”

“Yeah, Mark texted me saying he and Jeno weren’t going to be able to make it because something came up,” He replies, scratching his neck in confusion.

"Huh, I got a message from both Chenle and Renjun saying Haechan was sick. Well, I guess we can go home," you say, getting ready to walk back out when Jisung grabs your hand and stops you from leaving.

"Just 'cuz they can't make it doesn't mean I can't. I still want to study," Jisung pleads, ‘Please Y/n?”

You smile and say, “You seem really determined to study so let’s study.” You grab Jisung’s hand and head to one of the library tables. You take out your school books and homework. “Alright, let’s start with English and then we can work on History. I know you’ll want to work on math last, which I don’t blame you, I hate math as well. Anyways, turn to page 394 in your book so we can start reading," you say, opening your book to the page.

You started to tutor Jisung and help him with any questions he asked. You both ended up making a lot of progress and without you knowing, every once and a while Jisung would look over at you and stare at your lips while you were speaking. Your voice was so melodic to his ears. Huh? What? Stop thinking about this Jisung.

A few hours later you decided that you and Jisung deserved to end this study session after cramming your heads with English idioms, historical facts, and math equations. “How about we go and get some ice cream to celebrate the end of the first study session. Hopefully, the other boys will be able to join us next time. I mean they’ll have to if they want to actually pass the exam,” you say with a sigh, somewhat disappointed that the study session ended so quickly.

You spend a lot of time with Jisung, but he’s never been so enthusiastic to study and so you found yourself enjoying your time with Jisung while you studied together. “Alright Ji, since you are the only one who showed up and actually studies, I’m going to take you out for ice cream. Obviously, you’ll have to drive so you can pick the place,” you say, grabbings Jisung’s hand for what seems to be the third time of the day and pulling him out of the library and to his car. You really hope he doesn’t know how sweaty your palms are and how your heart rate seems to speed up again. But you fail to realize that Jisung’s hand seems to be just as sweaty and his heart rate seems to be just as quick.

Once at the ice cream parlour you get Jisung two scoops of his favourite flavour and two scoops of yours. You both sit down outside enjoying the afternoon breeze. You and Jisung sat in silence while eating your ice cream. It was a comfortable silence that soon filled with laughter when you noticed Jisung had ice cream smeared on his face. “Ji, you’ve got some ice cream on your face right here,” you say, pointing to the ice cream spot. He wipes the corner of his mouth but misses the spot so you lean over and wipe it for him. When you are so close to him, you get a little distracted by his plump pink lips. You desperately wanted to push your lips onto his. Run your hands through his soft hair as you kiss. Ugh, you really needed to stop thinking like this. Jisung is just a friend.

“Uhm, Y/n,” Jisung says looking deeply into your eyes, “Everything okay?” You quickly back away soon realizing you’d been staring at his lips for a little too long.

A blush spreads across your face, you look away and reply, “Ah, sorry. I got a bit distracted.” Jisung nods and looks away too with a blush slowly creeping up on the back of his neck.

The car ride home was silent. Only soft Krnb played in the background. You weren't sure if it was awkward after you stared at Jisung or if you made him uncomfortable. “Hey Ji, sorry for earlier. I hope I didn’t make it awkward or uncomfortable. My mind really did just wander,” you utter.

“Don’t worry Y/n. I get that my face is so pretty you can easily get distracted,” he replies with a smug smirk upon his pretty pink lips. Which caused you to roll your eyes with a small smile. His joke helped calm down your anxiety. You both started to sing along when your favourite song came on

You couldn’t believe it was already your last study session with the boys. They’ve made so much progress. Even Haechan is quite brilliant when he isn’t goofing around and is actually focusing. You really think they’re going to pass the exam. “Alright guys, since this is going to be our last study session, I have a proposition for you. If you all focus on studying today, I’ll take you to the fair and pay for whatever you want as a celebration for doing so well. Seriously, guys, I’m really proud of you,” you say with excitement. They all look over at you and they share your excitement.

“Wait. Really,” Chenle asks, getting really excited.

You smile over at him and nod your head, “Yup, after we finish studying we’re going to go.”

“Wow, you’re the best Y/n,” Renjun says with a smile.

Mark ruffles your hair with a smile. They all love you and are really grateful to have someone like you in their lives. If it wasn’t for you, they wouldn’t be here, at the library studying for the upcoming exam. They all look at you with love and admiration in their eyes. They couldn’t believe that someone so smart and kind would help someone like them. They were known as misfits and troublemakers. The stupid kids. Kids who had nothing going for them. So many people didn’t see the potential they had in life. But you did. When Jisung first introduced you to them, they were hesitant to accept you, but they all started to accept you little by little. And now they couldn’t imagine life without you.

“Alright, guys. Here are your tickets, now which ride should we go on first or should we do some games first,” you ask, handing everyone their tickets, “Should we go together as a group or split up in teams?”

“I think teams so it’s not too crowded. How about Haechan, Renjun, and Jeno with me as a group? That leaves Chenle, Jaemin, Jisung and Y/n. We should meet back here at 5 to have dinner and then go back to the fair until closing. Sound like a plan,” Mark replies looking over at the others seeing their response to his proposition.

“Yeah that sounds like a good idea,” Jaemin says, nodding his head in agreement. Renjun looks a little dejected at the announcement of the teams which goes unnoticed by the others as they all quickly agree.

You four split off from the others, walked away from the rides, and walked towards the fair games. Though that statement is somewhat untrue as most people know that games at fairs, carnivals, and amusement parks aren’t really known to be fair. But people still spend a lot of money trying to win those giant prizes. You couldn’t blame them though, a lot of those plushies were really cute plus it was a lot of fun to play those games and attempt to win one of the big prizes and not a small fish.

You guys were currently discussing what game you should play first. Jaemin and yourself wanted to play darts while Chenle and Jisung wanted to do the water gun game. When you guys were playing rock paper scissors to decide what game you should play first, every round ended up in a tie. So, you guys decided to go to whatever game is closer. Which happened to be Jisung and Chenle’s game.

While walking to the game you all placed bets on who would win 1st. The person in the last place would have to pay for funnel cake. As you continued walking towards the game and kept discussing the bet and putting rules in place so it would all be fair and no one could cheat, you noticed that Jisung had been rather quiet. You swiftly move towards him. “Hey Ji. Everything okay,” you look up at him, “You’ve been rather quiet today.”

He looks over at you and nods, “Yeah, don’t worry. I’m just enjoying the breeze and you guys placing bets when you know I’m going to win.” He gives you a smirk when you roll your eyes at his comment.

“Haha, so funny. You should know by now that I’M going to kick your ass.”

“Fine, how about a bet between us two. I win, I’ll get you food and if you win you have to get me food.”

You nod, you're thinking about it for a second, “Hmm, okay. That sounds like a deal.’’

What you and Jisung failed to realize was that both Chenle and Jaemin quietly slipped away from you two while you were immersed in your conversation. Both yours and Jisung’s phone buzzed. You looked at your phone: Three New Messages from Nana.

Nana

Now's your chance y/n.

Make your move.

And enjoy your date ;)

You sigh. You can’t believe both Chenle and Jaemin left you and Jisung...alone. Great.

When Jisung looked at his phone he noticed he had five new messages from Chenle. Huh?

Lele The Dolphin

Jisung, you better make a fucking move.

Jaemin and I have given you the perfect opportunity to make a move.

So you better do it.

Also, enjoy your date.

Now kiss the girl so I can stop hearing you whine about her.

Jisung didn’t know how to react to Chenle’s message. He was going to tell you about it but he thought it might’ve been a bit awkward since Chenle was suggesting it was a date.

But what Jisung didn’t know was that you were in the same predicament with Jaemin’s message.

"Ji, I think they ditched us. What should we do then,” you look up at him, ‘Should we just continue on with our bet?”

“Um, why not? I don’t think they’re going to come back any time soon.”

You and Jisung continued walking to the water gun game. Every once and a while your fingers would brush and you would feel a jolt of electricity run through you. Butterflies would flutter through your stomach and your face would turn red. To anyone who looked at you two they would think you were a couple. But to you and Jisung? You were just two friends hanging out and whose friends thought they liked each other. Crazy right? That’s what you were thinking.

You and Jisung sat at the game after paying for the round. You look over at him with a confident smirk while he’s doing the same to you. The bell signals and the game is on. You aim for the centre of the clown’s mouth. Your balloon was filling faster than Jisung. A confident smirk creeps up on your face. Your victory will soon reign through and Jisung will buy you cotton candy. You regain your concentration after staring at Jisung for 0.5 seconds. A balloon pops. The bell rings signalling a winner. You...you lost?

"YES," Jisung screams in victory. He has a giant grin plastered to his. He looks so happy. You look over at him with a shocked face. Upon seeing Jisung look extremely happy, you start to smile along with him.

“Alright, Jisung, since you won, I’ll buy you food,” you say, admitting defeat.

The carny handed Jisung a medium-sized plushie for winning the game. Jisung smiled and handed you the plushie, “Here take this as compensation for paying for the fair today.”

You smiled in return and accepted the plushie happily, “Thanks, Ji. Now, what do you want for your prize.” Please say kiss, pleaseee say kiss. Ugh, shut up brain.

“Mm, how ‘bout cotton candy as a snack,” he replies, noticing others around him who had bags of the sweet fairy floss.

You grin excitedly, “I’m totally okay with that.”

You grab Jisung's hand and drag him to the food vendor that was selling your sugar high inducing candy. As you walked to the vendor’s hand in hand, thoughts raced through your mind. And every once in a while your heart would skip a beat when Jisung would squeeze your hand.

Once you arrive at the vendor who sells cotton candy, you immediately got in line. You were waiting to order and pay for the delicious treat, while Jisung sat on a bench and scrolled through his phone. You secretly started to take pictures of him. He just looked so cute. You then notice a girl around your age walk up to Jisung and sit next to him. Huh? Who the fuck is this? She strikes up a conversation with him and he laughs at the things she said. What’s going on? You don’t know why, but your heart felt like it would shatter right then and there. Knowing that someone so attractive could easily flirt with Jisung and make him laugh. Why? Why does it hurt watching him laugh and smile at someone that wasn’t you? You wanted to cry, but you couldn’t. Not in front of all of these people. So, you hold back your tears and order the food otherwise Jisung might wonder where you were.

Jisung has never felt more uncomfortable than at that moment. Who was this girl? He didn’t know. Why was she talking to him? Is she flirting with him? What the fuck is going on? He didn’t know how to react or respond so he just laughed and smiled acting like he knew what was happening.

“So, I don’t usually do this, but I think you’re really cute and I was wondering if I could get your number?”

“Uhm, sorry but I have a girlfriend already,” Jisung shifts on the bench feeling awkward.

The girl scoffs and rolls her eyes, “Sure you do. I know I may seem a little intimidating, but I really want to ask you on a date. So please give me your number.”

The girl flashes Jisung a flirty smile, but he still refuses to give her his number. Luckily, you came back in time with the cotton candy.

“Hey Ji. Who’s this,” you ask, walking up to them.

"Uhm I don't know. She just kinda came up to me while you were getting the food.”

The girl rolls her eyes again, “Who are you? I’m trying to get his number.”

“I’m his-” you start.

“Girlfriend. She’s my girlfriend. You know, the one I was telling you about,” He cuts you off and gives you a look telling you to go along with it.

“Yeah, he's my boyfriend,” your heart flutters at the statement, wishing it was true.

The girl rolls her eyes for the third time, gets up, and walks away.

Jisung released a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. He looks over at you and smiles.

“Thanks, Y/n. She wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“Of course Jisung. Now, should we enjoy our cotton candy and then continue on with our day?”

He nods and you hand him the delicious melted sugar. You both enjoy the treat while talking about what to do next.

You and Jisung met up with the other boys at the ticket stand and started to debate what you should eat for dinner. Some wanted to eat fried chicken and others wanted to eat cheeseburgers. You on the other hand wanted nachos and a pretzel.

“Maybe we can each get what we want. I’ll hand you guys each money and you can get what you want and then we can meet up here and each together? Because I don’t know about you, but I’m craving nachos and a pretzel,” you pull out your wallet.

"That sounds like a great idea! I was actually craving for that too," Jisung says with a big smile making his cheekbones show.

Everyone else nods their head in agreement and you hand them each a respective amount to get them food, dessert, snacks, and a drink. While everyone else split off into other directions, leaving you and Jisung alone once again. You had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time you would be alone with him tonight.

"You know what sounds good? Adding chilli to the nachos," you get excited thinking about the spicy taste it'll bring alongside the nacho cheese with the savoury chips. Your mouth watered at the thought of squeezing a packet of mustard on your salted pretzel. You were so hungry, you couldn't wait to get your food and devour it. You saw the look on Jisung's face and you knew he couldn't agree more. "I guess nachos with chilli cheese and a pretzel with mustard."

"Did you say mustard," Jisung whips his head, looking over at you with a shocked face?

"Yeah? You don't usually put mustard on your pretzels," you ask, slightly confused.

"No, I dip them in nacho cheese."

"Huh, never had that. I'll try it with the cheese and you should try it with mustard. It really adds to the taste of the salty pretzel."

“Mmm, that sounds like a good idea.”

Once you and Jisung got your nachos, pretzels, and some drinks you headed back to the meeting spot. You see the others with their various choices for food. You see Chenle with a corn dog, french fries, funnel cake, and a slushie.

“Lele, I thought you wanted a cheeseburger,” you ask, stifling a laugh.

“Well, I was agreeing with them because it would be easier, but since you suggested that we get what we’re craving so I got what I was craving,” he responds looking away.

“Don’t worry, I ended up getting chilli on my nachos and Ji inspired me to try cheese with my pretzel instead of mustard,” you smile.

“Wait, you eat pretzels with cheese,” Renjun asks looking over at Jisung.

“You don’t,” Jaemin says, looking over at Renjun.

You all laugh at the stupidity of the conversation and continue talking while eating your dinner. You're really glad that you and the rest of the boys took this break after working so hard to study. You look over at the others with pure glee and a smile that won’t leave your face. You continue laughing with the others and enjoying your night.

You and the others finished eating and now you can continue enjoying the fair. Since it was getting dark, you thought it would be a perfect time to go on the Ferris wheel to look at the sunset at the top. The way the blue sky slowly dissipates and goes from a light blue to an orangy and magenta hue. It would be quite the sight to witness it with Jisung. Yeah, it would be amazing and kind of romantic.

Everyone in the group starts to leave and continue enjoying the fair. Jaemin and Chenle decided to ditch you and JIsung again. “Do you want to ride the Ferris Wheel,” you ask, trying to be casual about it?

Jisung blushes at the thought of such a romantic moment with you. Alone. At the top. When the sun is setting. His heart raced at the thought of being so close to you. Wait. He’s afraid of heights. “No, no, no. I would love to but I am terrified of heights.”

You try not to show your disappointment. You smile slightly, “That’s okay. I can just go by myself.”

“I’ll watch from here and take pics, okay?”

You nod and walk away to wait in line. As you scroll on your phone, Jisung admires your cute pouty look and starts to take pictures of you without your knowledge. He has a smile on his face and if anyone looked at him, could tell he was in love.

It was your turn to ride the Ferris Wheel. You sat down getting ready to enjoy the beautiful sunset, even if you were by yourself, you’ll enjoy this moment. The ride operator looks over at you and notices that you were alone.

“Are you alone,” he asks?

You sheepishly nod your head yes.

“Lone rider here! Does anyone want to come sit next to this beautiful young lady,” the operator shouts, gathering the attention of everyone around. You look away slightly embarrassed and with a blush slowly spreading across your face. But then a teenage boy around your age steps forward. He’s very attractive. He has a skaterboy aesthetic to him. His hair is dyed blonde and he’s got a smirk on his face. He seems to be cocky, but it looks attractive on him.

Jisung did not like the look of this boy. He might sweep you off your feet. He had to do something. So, with a bold step, he walked forward before the other guy could say anything, “Can I sit by you?” He looks at you with an unknown look in his eyes. Maybe determination? Love? Jealousy?

You look up at him in surprise. “Jisung? Uh...Yeah...Sure.” He smiles and rushes over to sit next to you. “I thought you were afraid of heights?” You look over and smirk slightly.

“Uh, I am. But I’d rather ride with you than some random stranger.”

You laugh, ”Were you jealous Ji?”

“No way. Why would I be jealous?”

The ride starts moving and silence washes over the both of you. It was a comfortable silence. You haven’t been this close to him in a while. Your fingers keep brushing together and there is a soft breeze blowing through your hair. Maybe you should thread your fingers with his. But you didn’t have to. Jisung was thinking the same thing and he lightly took your hand into his and intertwined your fingers with his. He gently squeezed your hand and with a soft smile present on his face, he looked over at you with nothing but pure love and admiration. You mirrored his look. A soft smile graced your lips and as if a magnet pulled you two closer. Your eyes locked with one another. And as you reach the top of the Ferris wheel and stopped. You take in the scenery. If this was your first date, it would be absolutely perfect. Romantic scenery and with the boy you love. Absolutely perfect.

Jisung looks at you with a soft look and whispers, “Uhm, can I kiss you?”

You nod, not trusting your voice. That's all it took for Jisung to close the gap between you two. His lips and yours moulded together perfectly, like the final piece of a puzzle. His lips tasted salty from the pretzel you two shared later that evening. It was kind of sloppy for your first kiss, but it still felt magical and left you both breathless. And as you separated from each other you couldn’t help but chase his lips wanting the kiss to not be over. You pull away as the ride starts moving again. You look away from each other with a visible red hue spreading across your faces. You can’t believe you just kissed your best friend. You can’t believe that you loved it. But most importantly, you can’t believe you’re in love with Park Jisung. Your idiot of a best friend. But you are completely, hopelessly, in love with him. You realized it the moment your lips met. Oh no. What are you going to do now?

It was Monday again. You hadn’t seen Jisung since you and he kissed that night. He hasn’t messaged you, but you haven’t made an effort to reach out to him either. You really hope you didn’t mess things up between you two. Not only do you have to be in the same car as Jisung, but it was also the day of the mid-exam. You were nervous, not only for yourself but for the others as well. You grabbed your backpack and slung it over your shoulder. Your phone’s notification sound went off, signalling that Jisung was probably outside waiting for you. Why he didn’t walk in, left you beyond confused. But that didn’t matter, at least he was texting again. Your phone goes off again. You roll your eyes at Jisung’s impatience and walked out the door. In your driveway, you see Jisung leaning up against his car in his usual “bad boy” outfit and his signature leather jacket. He’s scrolling through his phone with a bored loo, but once he hears your front door being shut and see you locking it, his face goes from a bored one to a soft and gentle one.

“Hey. Hope you haven’t had breakfast yet. I picked up your favourite from Hello Future Diner,” Jisung walks towards the passenger side of the car and opens the door for you. He then gives you the bag of food.

“I didn’t have time, thanks, Ji,” you smile, feeling a bit shy.

You didn’t expect Jisung to be this affectionate towards you. He backs out of your driveway, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other intertwined with yours. His thumb softly caressing your knuckles. You’ve never felt happier than at this moment.

Your heartbeat thumped faster as the clock ticked down. You were nervous, to say the least. You were in the middle of your mid-exam for the last class of the day and you were not focusing on your test. Nope. Instead, you were thinking of your best friend. And the way his hair fell over his eyes. His face scrunched up in concentration as he chewed on his bottom lip. He looked so cute. His eyes lit up once he figured out the answer and he started to write his answer. Stop it. You can’t do this right now. Focus Y/n, focus. You snap back to your test and quickly start writing answers.

The bell rings signalling the end of your day and that the hell of testing has finally finished. You shoved your books and pencils into your backpack. Jisung walks up to you and quietly waits for you to finish. He takes your bag before you can pick it up and drape it onto your shoulder. You watch him take it from you and sling it onto his. You roll your eyes and take his hand into yours. “Alright Ji, now we wait until Thursday for them to give us back our exam scores. I know you guys did great."

You and Jisung walk out of the classroom door hand in hand. A lot of people have been speculating whether or not Jisung finally asked you and if you were finally dating. Sadly, you were still friends. Maybe you should take it into your own hands and ask him to be yours.

"So, what are your plans? Since exams are over and the teachers didn't assign any homework," Jisung asks, swinging your hands as you walk.

“Mmm, not sure. What about you?” You push open the school entrance door and walk out.

“I’m not sure either.” He unlocks the car and opens the door for you.

You enter the passenger seat and buckle in, “Well, do you wanna have a gameathon? Not all night obviously, but for a couple of hours and then we can order pizza for dinner.”

“Sure, but I call dibs on picking the first game we play,” he pulls out of the parking lot and heads for your house.

“You sir, got yourself a deal.”

You and Jisung walk into your house and slip off your shoes. You both greet your mom and head upstairs to your room. You and Jisung decided to leave your backpacks in his car since you won’t really be needing them. You boot up your game console and toss Jisung a controller.

“Alright, Ji. Pick the first game.”

He sits down and you sit down next to him. But that’s not where he wanted you to sit, so he pulled you closer to him and pats the spot in front of him gesturing that you sit between his legs. You roll your eyes and move to sit between his legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer. He rests his chin on your shoulder and he kisses your cheek. He clicks on Mario Kart and the music plays through your tv. You both choose your characters and choose a cup to start off with.

Throughout the entire first map, Jisung kept kissing you on the cheek and hugging you tighter every time you got in the lead as a way to distract you. You hate to admit it but it worked. Now that it was your turn to pick the cup. You picked the crossing cup and grinned. You were really good at all the maps that were in this cup. However, you had to get revenge on Jisung for distracting you. So, when he got in first place and you were unable to take first place back, you turned around and kissed him on his slightly chapped lips. It only lasted for a quick second, but it did the trick in distracting him. He sat there frozen. He can still feel your lips on his as if they were still present. He brings his hand up to his lips lightly touching them. He then takes your controller out of your hand, you were about to protest because you were about to win but he cut you off by pressing his lips against yours. It lasted for about five seconds, but you still felt fireworks. But you couldn’t get enough, so you wrapped your arms around your neck and pulled his lips to yours again. He wrapped his arms around your waist again, pulling you into his chest. You run your hands through his hair, slightly tugging on the strands on the back of his neck. And once you pull away from him, you both have the biggest grins. You peck his lips and cuddle back into his arms and decide to stop playing games and instead put on a movie.

It was Thursday, meaning you were finally going to get your mid-exam back and see what you scored. You’re really hoping you did really well, as well as the boys. You sigh, you can feel the nervousness surround you as the first teacher of the day hands you back your exam. You flip it over and notice that you got 90%. You grin and show Jisung your score. He smiles in return and shows you his. He got a 95…You were so proud of him. You couldn’t believe it, you want to hug and kiss him. But that’ll have to wait.

You sigh in relief, the anxiety and nervousness finally leaving your body as you receive your last exam. You passed all of them and so did the other boys. You were so proud of them. So, when Jisung suggested that the eight of you go to Hello Future Diner and get celebratory milkshakes early, you did not disagree. You and Jisung ride in one car and the boys are in another. Jisung holds your hand while telling you how proud of is of both you and himself. He has the widest smile stretched across his lips and when he looks over at you, he can see that you have a matching grin and he just shows pure love and fondness in his eyes.

“So, I’m throwing a party at my place Saturday night to celebrate all of us passing and us finally getting our shit together so we can graduate,” Haechan announces abruptly.

You take a sip of your milkshake, “That sounds like a great idea. I could use a day to get loose and have some fun.”

The others nod in agreement. “Yeah, I totally agree. I could let loose and flirt with some girls,” Jaemin says with a smirk. You roll your eyes at his comment with a smile.

“Wait isn’t that the day of our gameathon,” Jisung looks over at you.

“Oh yeahh. Well, we can always start the day with our gameathon, get ready at my house, since we’ll be there anyway, and then we can go to Hyuck’s house,” you reply, grabbing a fry and dipping it in ketchup.

“That sounds like a plan,” Jisung nods, stealing a fry from you.

“Hey, Y/n you have ketchup right here,” Renjun points to the lower right corner of your mouth. You couldn’t seem to find the spot he was talking about so he rolled his eyes and leaned over the table. He wiped the ketchup off with his thumb

It was Saturday evening and you were getting ready with Jisung for Haechan’s party. You're currently applying a new flavour of chapstick. Jisung is currently sitting on your bed scrolling through his phone. When he looks up, “is that a new chapstick flavour can I try it? I wanna have a taste.”

“Sure, it's strawberry” you reply walking over to Jisung to hand him the tube of chapstick, but instead he grabs your face and pulls your lips to his kissing you on the lips. " Idiot, I was going to give you the chapstick," you respond breathlessly, pulling away from him.

Jisungs face goes completely red and looks away shyly. "Oh.."

You and Jisung make your way into Haechan’s house, slowly making your way through the crowd, hand in hand trying not to get lost in the sea of people. Jisung has a vice grip on your hand trying to not let go, however, apparently it wasn’t tight enough because soon enough Jisung’s hand felt light and he turned to see if you were still there. You weren’t. Panic surged through his body. Where the hell did you go? He kept walking through various people, some dancing and others just talking, but he couldn’t see you no matter where he went. He was shouting your name, but it was probably pointless because of the heavy bass of the music. But what he didn’t expect in his search to find you, was the girl from the fair to come up to him and start flirting with him.

How could you not find Jisung? He was as tall as a tree. He should be easy to spot. Yet here you were struggling to find the tree. You kept dodging and weaving your way through the crowd. Then you finally see him, but what you didn’t expect was to see another girl clinging to him. It was the same girl from the fair. She was currently trying to kiss his cheek. What the hell? Does he like her? Jealousy fills every fibre of your body, you could not just stand here and watch another girl cling onto Jisung. You march over to them with steam coming out of your ears. Jisung sees you walking towards him and his face lights up.

“Hey, Jisung,” you say trying to bite back a snarl.

Jisung could tell something was wrong. He could hear the venom dripping from your tongue. He panics, did something happen to you when he wasn’t near? He could see you glaring daggers at the girl. He could tell you were holding back an immeasurable amount of anger.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? Haven’t we told you that he’s taken? And here I am bitch seeing you clinging to MY boyfriend,” you were fuming.

“Well, then you obviously don’t care about him enough if he was here by himself. I bet you were flirting with another guy. You seem like the type to jump from guy to guy,” you could see the anger in her eyes as she said those words.

“Don’t make me laugh. You’re one to talk, considering you’re here flirting with a taken man. And didn’t I see you flirting with Jaemin the other day? Oh yeah, I also remember Mark telling me about this cute girl that was flirting with him. I’m pretty sure Renjun said the same thing. You see, you don’t want Jisung purely because you see how much of a great guy he is. No, you want him just to be able to brag and say that you were able to bag all of the Dreamz. You know how I know? Because there are so many girls that are just like you, but they always fail. As they should because you don’t deserve the greatness that any of the boys would give you. You wouldn’t appreciate any of them,” a crowd started to gather as you continued to go off on the girl.

“You want to know what you’re a failure at? Not caring enough about him that you would leave him alone several times. Or did you seem to forget that this isn’t the first time I talked to him? Oh, wait most of the time you weren’t there. Guess I can safely say you don’t deserve him, let alone any of them. Do you know why? Because you’re a pathetic loser who lives off of trying to seem like a goodie-two-shoes, but deep down inside? Is actually a bitch who’s scared of not being liked,” the girl bites back.

That was the final thread cut. You were seeing red and the next thing you knew was your first was hurling towards the girls face, but before you could land a hit, Jisung pulls you away from her and whispers, “Babe, she’s not worth it. Come on, let’s get you a drink to cool off.”

Jisung threads his fingers with yours and pulls you away from the almost fight scene. He kisses your head once you arrived in the kitchen. He pulls you into a hug and rests his head on yours. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and breathe in the scent of his cologne. The soothing scent begins to calm your anger and you can feel it seep out of your veins.

“Y/n, don’t listen to her. You’re not a pathetic loser nor are you hiding behind a facade,” he takes your face in his hands and gives you a quick kiss, “I promise that you’re the only one that I care about besides the boys.” He gives you another quick kiss again. You feel tears prick your eyes and you can feel the love he’s giving you as he wipes your tears. “Let’s go find the boys, okay?” You nod and go search for the others.

"I think I'm in love with you," you say, staring into Jisung’s eyes, half hoping he heard you and half hoping he didn’t. The others left a few minutes ago, getting whisked away on the dance floor. You thought you should use this opportunity to finally confess to Jisung about how you feel.

"This place is so loud, what did you say," Jisung asks, looking down at you, slightly leaning over. Or not.

"I said I think I'm gonna go get some more juice. Do you want some,” you reply looking down into your red solo cup noticing that it was almost empty. Your one shot to confessing is blown by this stupid party. Not only did you almost get in a fight, but you also failed at confessing. Now your kind of wishing that you and Jisung stayed at your house playing video games. Well, it’s too late now.

After you tried to confess to Jisung a few weeks back and it went horribly wrong, it got you thinking. How does Jisung view you? You were currently cuddled next to Jisung, hanging out at your spot with a warm breeze blowing through your hair.

“Am I really just your friend,” you ask looking up at him

"Well your best friend, why?" Jisung replies, blowing a strand of hair out of his face.

“No reason,” you reply, staring at his gorgeous face. Studying each feature. He has his eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the softness of the grass. He’s so kind. Despite what people say about Dreamz. They all are, but he seems to be the sweetest. You’re so in love with your best friend. Man..you’re screwed.

It’s been months since the party and the line between friends and lovers have only gotten blurrier. To be honest, you didn’t know what you were. Neither of you established whether you were just friends or if you were more. However, right now you were in the middle of arguing with Jisung. He went on a date with someone from school and ended up forgetting about your already made plans to hang out. And truthfully speaking you were tired of being in the unknown. He does all these things that make seem like he returns your feelings but then goes on a date with some random girl from school. You decided enough was enough and you confronted him. But it didn’t turn out the way you hoped it would...

“Sometimes I don’t understand you Jisung. Sometimes you treat me like I’m your best friend and other times you treat me like someone you never want to let go of. I just don’t understand why you would do this. I get that we weren’t actually dating, but you completely ditched me. You went on a date with someone else when you were supposed to hang out with me. You forgot about me, “ You convey, with tears falling like a silent voice that drips like raindrops, "I want to be more than friends because I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you since you first moved next door...It took me forever to realize how I feel about you. But once I did, it made so much sense. It’s always been you and it only ever will be."

"I don’t love you the way you love me. I don’t think I ever will. I’m sorry I forgot about you and I’m sorry that I just can’t love you the way you do. Maybe it’s best if we spend some time apart from each other. ” Jisung looks away from your face. He can’t handle watching you cry because of him.

“What? Then what about all the kisses and hugs and small gestures? What about literally everything these past few months? This is what I don’t understand. Was it all a game to you? Some sick joke? Lead on your so-called best friend and then completely break my heart,” you question. You could just feel your heart break into pieces. Jisung, the boy you thought was a sweetheart turned to be the devil in disguise. You couldn’t believe the boy you’ve known for so long would turn out to be like this. What’s even worse is that you can’t believe everyone else turned out to be right. Never trust the infamous members of Dreamz because with that, they will break you.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters. He could feel the tears begin to well up in his eyes. He can’t cry in front of you, he can’t show you how hurt he is.

“Save your sorry’s for someone who cares because I’m done. As of now, our friendship is over. If you see me in the halls and classrooms don’t talk to me, better yet, pretend we never knew each other. Do what you do best, forget about me,” you retort with venom lacing every word. You were trying to put on a facade, acting like he didn’t just completely shatter you.

He tried to say something in return, but you cut him off, “Just go Park Jisung.”

He nodded slowly and grabbed his things. As he was walking out the door, he took one last glance at you. He could see the tears stream down your face. He could tell you were holding back from the way you gritted your teeth and clenched your fist. His heart shattered when he could hear a choked sob through your closed door. If only you knew he had a reason for hurting you like this.

Months passed since your fallout with Jisung happened. You and Renjun have gotten closer ever since you stopped talking to Jisung. He drives you to school, hangs out at your house, eats with you at lunch, and studies with you. You still miss Jisung, but Renjun has made it easier for you. He does everything in his power to attempt to cheer you up and forget about Jisung.

The other boys were confused, to say the least. They have no idea what happened between you and Jisung. Neither you nor Jisung has told them anything about why you suddenly stopped hanging out with them both at lunch and all together. And Jaemin? He was beyond frustrated with you two. He could see the longing looks you would give each other. He decided that he was going to finally confront Jisung and get answers. So, he pulls him aside at lunch.

“Jisung, what the hell happened between you and Y/n,” Jaemin interrogates, folding his arms and leaning against the wall.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Jisung turns away from him.

“Dude, you need to talk to us or at least me. You can’t keep closing yourself off from us. Not only did y/n stop talking to us, but so did Renjun. We’re all confused as to what happened and it’s okay if you don’t want to tell us all, but at least talk to one of us,” Jaemin walks over to Jisung and pats him on the shoulder.

Jisung sighs, “Fine, I’ll talk. Y/n confessed to me.”

“That’s great! I don’t see how that would cause you to stop talking though.”

“I rejected her.”

“What? Why? To be honest, a lot of people already assumed you two were together.”

“Because...I can’t betray my friendship with Renjun. Right before the fair, he confessed and told me that he liked her. He wanted my help. I felt like an asshole after she confessed to me. I honestly didn’t even realize how much of a boyfriend I was acting towards her. I probably looked like a terrible friend to Renjun and like I didn’t care about his feelings. He trusted me and confided in me and I totally betrayed him.” Tears start slipping down his face, he holds his face in his hands. Jaemin hugs Jisung, rubbing his back to stop him from crying.

“Jisung, no offence, but you’re a dumbass.”

“Gee thanks,” he sniffles.

“I mean it in the nicest way possible, but you seriously messed up. I get that you care about your friendship with Renjun, but what about your friendship with y/n? Isn’t that just important? Also Jisung, she likes you, not Renjun. She confessed to you. Not Renjun. And guess what? You like her too. If Renjun is understanding, which he is, he would understand that you would want to be with her. You should talk to them both.”

She told me that she wanted me to never talk to her again. To pretend like I never knew her.”

“If you talk to Renjun then have him talk to her and tell her that you need to talk to her. Just try. Do you really want to graduate high school without your best friend and knowing you could’ve tried to fix it,” Jisung shakes his head no, “Then go talk to them.”

Jisung was nervous. Renjun sat in front of him with a bored expression. Jisung nervously took a sip of his drink and cleared his throat. “Uhm, so. I wanted to tell you that I like y/n...no, I love her.’’

“Is that all?”

“No...I also want to say I’m sorry for betraying your trust and for everything.”

“Jisung, if you just told me that you liked her, this all could’ve been avoided. After the fair and seeing you guys being cute and romantic with each other made me realize that I didn’t like her the way you do. I only think of her as a younger sister that I want to protect. And even now, when you guys stopped talking. I didn’t want her to feel alone, so I left with her.”

“I know I should’ve told you, but I just didn’t want to seem like an asshole, then I ended up being one in the end. But please, can you help me talk to her. I just want to apologize and tell her the truth. I’m not evening going to ask for a second chance.”

Renjun sighs, deeply thinking about whether he should trust him with her heart. But one glance into Jisung’s eyes, he can see the desperation and pleading that he gives in. So, reluctantly he nods his head, “Fine. Okay. But, this is the last chance. If she doesn’t want to talk to you, then that’s that. I don’t want to force her into any uncomfortable situations.”

Jisung grins, Yes sir!”

It was a particularly cold evening. You and Jisung were currently on the roof of his house staring up at the stars. You have his leather jacket wrapped around your shoulders. If it wasn’t for Renjun, he wouldn’t be here talking to you. He has to tell you the truth otherwise it might be too late.

Jisung looks over at you, “I lied to you and I know I should’ve just told you the truth, but I just didn’t want to hurt my friend so I said that I didn’t feel the same and pushed you away, but I ended up hurting you in the process of trying to protect Renjun. I even went on a date with that girl to try to forget about my feelings. But I just couldn’t get you out of my head and I’m really sorry Y/n for the way I treated you. I love you...I love you so much.” Tears gently fall from his face.

You’ve never seen Jisung cry like this before. You wipe the fallen tears and softly caress his face. “Ji, it’s okay. I understand. I love you too,” you reply as a smile graced your lips.

You grab his face and pull him closer to you closing the gap between you. Your lips onto his. They mould together perfectly. You move your lips with his in sync. He wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer. You thread your fingers through his hair, gently tugging on the strands of his hair. You both pull away from each other slightly out of breath. You giggle noticing Jisung’s slightly messed up hair. Jisung gently rests his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes and softly says with a crack in his voice, “I missed you...a lot.” He smiles and kisses you again. You happily kiss back, only having to pull away for air. “Thanks for giving me a second chance to do it right this time.”

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Once Again (PT.I) | Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyu!)

ONCE AGAIN : PART ONE 

Summary:  Iwaizumi’s broken marriage results in his five-year-old son trying to match him up with his primary school teacher, whom he thinks will make a wonderful replacement for a mother. 

Genre: fluff, slight angst, f!reader x dad! Iwaizumi 

A/N: There will be 2 or 3 parts of this oneshot! Depending on how long I feel like writing. Thanks for checking it out and stopping by! Let’s dive into some Iwa moments :,)

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“What’s your return policy on rings?” 

The saleswoman smiles sympathetically behind the counter. That stupid sympathetic smile he’s been getting for weeks on end now. And it never stops; with his co-workers, with his family, his friends...

Iwaizumi’s sick of it. He’s sick of having to prove that he’s doing just fine, thank you very much. When in truth, his heart is constantly being torn apart and stomped upon as is people have nothing better to do than torture him in their free time. 

“I’m sorry, but these rings have been brought more than three years ago, and our warrant only lasts for three years,” the saleswoman keeps on talking but it doesn’t matter, for Iwaizumi can already feel the anger slowly creep up through the back of his neck, can already feel the vibrating emotions clogging up his sense of judgement. 

His fists clench at his sides upon impulse, the physical pain of his nails driving into his palms enough to remind him to stay cordial. It’s not the woman’s fault, the better part of him chants, it’s not her fault at all. 

“Fine,” he manages to grovel out, barely, “thanks anyway.” 

He all but storms out of the shop while shoving the rectangular box back in his pant pocket, and though it’s been more than four months since his ugly divorce with the woman he’d hoped to share the rest of his life with, the weight of their promise hangs heavy and hot upon his thigh. 

The thing is, Iwaizumi is mad. He is seething. If one were to give him a bat, he’d probably destroy the entire town by himself. Not because she was the one that cheated, not because she was the one going behind his back numerous times a week to seek out her lover when he’d been basically driven mad between Hoisuke’s cries and the stress of call meetings scheduled back to back. 

No, he’s angry. Because how the fuck could she do this to Hoisuke? How can she break the child’s heart like that, so ruthlessly, without even thinking twice about the consequences? 

Because if there is a victim in all this, then it’s definitely Hoisuke. And not only that, Hoisuke understands that his mother has been acting strange, that she doesn’t return at regular times and that her hugs now smell of cigarette smoke with a bittertaste of alcohol. 

Iwaizumi is so caught up in anger that he almost blunders past his battered Hyundai, red and chipping away at the corners. Still, this car holds so many memories, the good and the bad ones. 

“Can’t you get a newer car? I thought your company could sponsor you,” the ghost of his wife’s voice echoes through his head, a blatant reminder of all the things she’d found wrong in his life.

“Why?” he’d tilted his head around to fix his gaze on her figure bending over the sink. The TV was playing in the background and he thanked the gods that the morning comics were taking up Hoisuke’s attention, enough to distract him from his parents’ quibbles. 

“It’s just--so old and tacky.” 

“It still works well, doesn’t it? Why change it now?” 

She’d paused, hesitated slightly before blundering on, “It’s embarrassing. My colleagues keep asking if we're poor or something."

"Who cares what your colleagues think?"

Fuck her, Iwaizumi mentally swears as he turns on the ignition. Fuck her and all her needs for a better life. As if the life they had wasn't more than enough. Pulling out into the street to join the incoming traffic, he blinks away the sudden tears accumulating at the corner of his eyes and swears once more, this time aloud, glad that Hoisuke isn't in his presence when he gets in such a foul mood.

Iwaixumi may be angry. He may be filled with pent-up rage from the memory still attached to the day he'd discovered a used condom in their bathroom trash. But that doesn't mean it hurts any less.

That doesn't mean he does not still cry into his pillow over it every night.

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"Please don't forget to do your homework for tomorrow! We'll correct them before moving on to the next chapter," you call out to your students as excited chatter fills the air. Students rise from their seats, some calling you bye and waving as they all file out of the classroom and you can't help the small smile lingering over your lips even though your feet are killing you.

Outside, parents have already lined up to collect their kids, the chatter and bustle of people ebbing away down the corridor as you let out a soft sigh.

"Miss?"

You jolt, not realizing that one of your students stands by the table wringing his hands, "what's wrong Hoisuke? Dad's not here yet?"

He shakes his head, watery eyes blinking up at you as he raises his thumb to his lips. You stand quickly and motion him to come close until he's within reach before your hand smoothes over the back of his head, "it's okay. He's probably stuck in traffic. I'll wait with you."

It's not surprising that parents get tardy once in a while and you're all too accustomed to those slight change in plans. Thankfully, you manage to distract the young boy with some coloured crayons and a piece of paper while you dial for his father's number.

It keeps ringing. No one picks up.

You try once more, one more time after that. But still, nothing. It shifts to voicemail. You decide it's better than nothing, "hi Iwaizumi-san. This is Y/N, Hoisuke's teacher. I was just wondering what time you would be picking up Hoisuke? Please call me as soon as possible. Thank you."

You end the call only to spot Hoisuke's eyes on you, intent and impatient for you to explain, "it's okay," you tell him with a smile, "he'll be here soon. Don't worry. Do you want to keep colouring some more?"

Hoisuke nods, to which your smile widens. It's those special moments, where your shyest students express themselves, that your chest warms with sympathy and affection. You've been there, you know how it feels like not to be heard, and you appreciate every interaction they offer you.

Being a primary school teacher is tough, especially since it wasn't in your original plans. But the satisfaction of bringing up some of the world's future leaders cancelled out all the late nights correcting tests and scrambled weekends trying to finish off as many worksheets as you possibly could for the coming week. You can’t complain, not when you have a decent salary that keeps bread on the table and a roof over your head.

A tug on your sleeve brings you back to Hoisuke looking up at you, a scribbled drawing of what seems to be of him and his dad. You feel yourself chuckling at how he's drawn both their hair in brown spikes, erratically extravagant and yet so close to reality.

"That's really good, Hoisuke!" You beam down at him, "what do you and your dad do on weekends?"

He shrugs shyly, head averted to the side so that there's no need for eye contact. And in the shyest voice he can muster up, he says:

"Daddy brings me...to see Mama," Hoisuke's words are barely above a mumble, "they live in different houses. They can't live together anymore."

Uneasiness squeeses in your stomach, followed by sympathy for this soft-hearted boy. You had overheard some of your colleagues giggling about Hoisuke's dad being attractive and single -- a combo that teachers adore -- but that doesn't mean that the weight of his words don't lay heavy on your own conscience.

"Do you miss your Mama a lot?" You ask him softly. Unconsciously, your hand finds a way to smooth over his head.

The boy doesn't pull away. Instead, he nods, "sometimes. But it is better this way. Daddy smiles more now. And there's no one to shout and make noise."

"Are you happy, Hoisuke? With your dad?"

He nods and to your amazement grins, "daddy is funny. He tells me not to swear but when he burns the food he always swears. And then he says to shush and tells me to close my ears. He also makes me pancakes every Saturday morning before I go see Mama."

Right on cue, a figure bursts through the open classroom door and both your heads snap to see a drenched, older version of Hoisuke who looks like he just finished running a marathon.

"I'm--" he wheezes, causing you to stand in alarm and concern, "I'm sorry I'm--so late--"

"Daddy, you forgot me again!" Comes Hoisuke's statement as you ask Iwaizumi if he's okay. He shakes off your worry with a flick of his hand and a shake of his head, "I'm fine. Sorry-- there's a nasty rain outside--"

"It's okay," you reassure him as Hoisuke practically barrels into his father and almosy knocks him off his feet.

"Sorry Hoisuke," you watch Iwaizumi's hardened features soften ever so slightly as he ruffles his son's hair. Then, looking back up at you as you bring over Hoisuke's backpack, he says, "thank you. For looking after him."

"It's no problem, honestly. We had fun didn't we?" You grin down at your student and are delighted to find Hoisuke grinning back up at you, albeit shyly, "I put his homework in his diary. He'll need to complete it for tomorrow so that he doesn't fall behind in class."

His father nods, "alright. Thanks."

"Daddy, your hair looks atrocious," Hoisuke says, tugging onto his shirt.

"Atrocious huh?" Iwazumi's eyebrow rise, "someone was listening in their English class today."

"Atrocious means that it looks bad. Daddy, your hair looks bad."

"Thanks buddy, I knew that. Now say bye to Miss Y/N."

"Bye bye, miss Y/N," Hoisuke says, wriggling his short arm through the air as you wave back with a giggle. His father nods at you in silent thanks, makes a move to walk out of the class, only to swivel back to you just as you're collecting your bag.

"Uhm," he clears his throat, causing you to jump slightly, "yes?" You blink back at him and try hard not to stare at the way his white shirt clings to his toned chest, translucent from the rain.

"Do you need a ride?"

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You've known Iwaizumi since high school. Having graduated just two years later than he did, his reputation had preceded him throughout the school halls even though you'd never actually had any face to face interaction with the said man. Iwaizumi doesn't know this of course and you are adamant about keeping it a secret. But that plan seems to be unraveling before your very eyes the moment your small talk turns towards your academic history.

"You're from Aoba Johsai?" His surprised glance doesn't escape your notice, especially since that's the most reaction you've gotten out of him.

"Yeah," your eyes stay glued to the row of cars crawling through the motorway, "I remember you went there too, right?"

"How'd you know?"

"You were Aoba's ace volleyball player. Everyone knew who you were."

His silence answers you and for a moment, you fear that you might have offended him. Not that it's something to be offended about.

Before you try to scratch your brain for some kind of response -- any response -- Hoisuke pipes up from the back seat, "Daddy was famous back when he was in high school. He hit the ball like kapow! And jumped so high he can touch the sky."

"Oh? Have you seen him on camera?" You turn slightly, a small smile dangling off your lips at how adorably amazed and excited Hoisuke seems to be.

"Yeah! His spikes are so awesome! It goes pow! And it zooms! Like a cannon ball!"

You burst out laughing, "yes, your father was amazing whenever he was on the court. Every girl in our class had a crush on him."

"What's a crush?"

"Hmm, you know when you really like someone. You like like them, you want to be together with them. Like, girlfriend and boyfriend."

"Oh," Hoisuke draws out, "did you really like daddy too?"

"Yeah I did."

"What?" Iwaizumi almost chokes on his own spit at the same time traffic eases and you're glad for the distraction, for you're certain there's a scattering of colour upon your cheeks.

"Do you really like him now?" Hoisuke persists, undoubtly untouched by the embarrassment taking over his father's features and you swear that more than ever, you want to laugh at how flustered Iwaizumi looks.

You decide to play nice though and instead turn to wink at your student, "that's a secret for me to keep."

You don't have to look twice to know that the man beside you is bursting into hot flames.

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"Did you really like Mama before you started living separately?"

Iwaizumi swears that he's never felt so uncomfortable in his life. Not when he's had to state that he was divorced, not when he had to sign divorce papers half drunk off his ass. Not even when he'd raged after his said ex-wife after finding a tie that wasn't his own in his laundry pile.

Now is probably a good definition of what uncomfortable means.

"You're not gonna let me off the hook are you?" He steals a glance at Hoisuke from over his shoulder while stirring the vegetable curry, "yes, I really liked your mother."

"Did she?"

The word 'yes' almost slips past his mouth. Except, he isn't sure whether that's the truth and decides to shoot back with, "have you finished your homework, Hoisuke? You know it's due tomorrow. Miss Y/N said so."

"Do you really like miss Y/N?"

"What?" Iwaizumi frowns, "well--no. Not like that."

"Why?" His son whines, "I really really like Miss Y/N. She's nice to me and she never shouts. And she bakes good cookies!"

"How'd you know that?" Iwaizumi leans over to taste a bit of the sauce. Not bad, he thinks and mentally pats himself on the back. A few weeks ago, he would've probably burnt the entire house down.

"Because she bakes them every month. Every time we finish a test."

"That's nice of her."

"Yes," there's a pause as the man fishes out a bowl in which to serve the curry, "daddy, what do you do when you really like someone? Do you marry them like you and Mama did?"

"Uh--yeah. Sure."

"Then does that mean I need to marry Miss Y/N if I really like her?"

"Yup."

"Daddy!"

Iwaizumi bursts out laughing. Turning off the stovetop and bringing the bowl over to the dining table, he reaches out to ruffle his son's hair with a grin, "you're the one who has a crush on miss Y/N."

"She's too old for me Daddy," grumbles Hoisuke while scooping out two rice bowls as the pair sit down for dinner, "but she'll be good for you."

"Not that simple, buddy," Iwaizumi says as he dumps two spoonfuls of curry into his son's bowl, before doing the same with his own, "there's a difference between like and love."

A frown falls over his son's face, so like his own that Iwaizumi can't help but chuckle, "what is the difference?"

"Well, when you really like someone, you might want to get to know them better. Or play with them andd shit--stuff like that. When you love someone, it's..." he hesitates, "it's different."

"Why?"

There goes that innocent question that punctures his chesy a little too deeply. The brown-haired man steadies his gaze upon the calendar fixed on the wall opposite him as he answers with:

"When you love someone, you want to live with them. You want to start a family with them. Their happiness," his brown orbs switch back to his son's focused attention, "their happiness is all that matters."

Maybe it's the fact that he's not used to speaking so truthfully about such things. Maybe it's just Hoisuke who suddenly realizes the layers hidden beneath his father's poker-faced exterior. But for a moment, neither of them speak, as if bewitched by a silencing spell if broken by the scraping of cutlery against porcelain.

"Did you love mama?"

Hoisuke's voice is small, fragile. So fragile that Iwaizumi pauses just as his spoon reaches his mouth, glancing over at his boy. His beautiful boy.

"Yeah."

Another short pause. "Did she love me?"

"Of course she did," Iwaizumi's face softens. To be honest, Hoisuke hadn't showed any kind of restraint during the entire divorce procedure, had merely accepted things as they had unfolded before his very eyes. But sometimes, Iwaizumi fears his son might be keeping more from him than he lets on.

He ressembles his mother a lot in that sense.

"Then," wet coffee-coloured eyes blink up at him, lips trembling with a hoarse whisper, "why'd she leave?"

Before his father can say anything, the young boy bursts into tears.

Iwaizumi rushes over, clasping Hoisuke in his embrace as the child buries his face into his neck and cries and cries and cries. His little heart beats like wild horses and with every sob echoing through hid body, Iwaizumi feels his own heart break over and over again. One of his hands rub comforting circles of Hoisuke's back, while the other smoothes over the back of his head as he murmurs soft nothings in hopes that it will calm down the young child.

"I want--" Hoisuke's voice is thick with tears, "I want Mama--"

"Shh, hey it's okay," Iwaizumi murmurs out, "s'alright kiddo. I got you."

Hoisuke falls asleep eventually, the soft sniffles dying out into even breaths as he slumps against his father’s shoulder, probably tired out from his earlier emotions. Iwaizumi takes this as his chance to tuck the boy into bed, glad that he’d listened to the small subconscious in his head telling him that Hoisuke would be falling asleep sooner rather than latter. 

As he smoothes over his son’s hair, a part of him wonders how much Hoisuke is still silently hurting from his mother’s departure. He can’t imagine it; suddenly changing lives like you’ve merely changed your bed sheets and Iwaizumi had been so caught up in his own heartbreak, in his own bout of silent rage, that he’d forgotten that along the way, Hoisuke was also a victim to their endless fighting, the cold war that had broken his family apart. 

He wishes he can take the pain away, ease it somehow. But it’s not that simple. The truth is, no one can actually predict how a heart gets broken, nor when it does. The only evidence are the repurcussions. And it’s only now that Iwaizumi gets to see it truly take its form. 

Leaning over to press a soft kiss to Hoisuke’s forehead, Iwaizumi murmurs his silent goodnight before walking out and gently closing the bedroom door behind him. 

He leans onto the hard wooden surface and rubs his eyes. It is only upon pulling them away that he takes notice of the family photograph hanging on the opposite wall, frozen smiles wrapped up in lies.

He really needs to take that down.

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[paladin71]

i NEED a scene in season 5 where will and mike go to mike’s basement to get resources…(i cba to write an actual scene so just have an outline)

after the end of season 4 scene where they’re stood on the field looking out onto the huge smoke cloud they all go back to hoppers cabin and decide it’s best to split up to get resources and then meet up later. jonathan pairs up the temporary groups and him, nancy, will and mike go to the wheelers house.

once they get to the house jonathan and nancy go upstairs to her room and will and mike go to the basement.

scrambling around for things mike knocks everything over on the top of the cabinet.

will: what are we even supposed to be looking for anyways… (looking around aimlessly)

mike turns his head around to look at him.

mike: umm i don’t know man, just anything that you think will come in handy. weapons. maps. cassettes. you name it.

will: weapons…in mike wheelers basement? yeah right. (he says with a slight chuckle holding a limp catapult)

that’s when mike walks behind the couch and holds up a huge crowbar.

mike: you sure about that will…

will: you know what. i take that back.

they both laugh and sit down in sync onto the couch to look through a pile of different cassettes and put the ones they don’t need back in the box.

will: to say the worlds ending as we speak. it sound silly but when we’re together it honestly feels like no time has passed.

this makes mike stop what he’s doing and he diverts his attention away from the cassettes and at will instead.

mike: it doesn’t sound silly at all will. it’s nice to be back with you again. like old times. i’m sorry i’ve been so distant over the past year. i did try to contact you but the line was always busy.

will: you did? urgh that would be my mom. i honestly thought you just didn’t want to contact me…

as will says this the conversation is briefly interrupted by will taking his shirt sleeve and wiping the dust off one of the cassettes.

he realises what it is and stares in awe. it’s the ghostbusters theme song.

will taps mike on his leg and shows it to him without saying a word.

even though no words were exchanged, mike knew exactly from the smiley look on wills face what he was thinking.

this was the first time in ages that mike had actually seen will with a genuine smile on his face. they were in their own little world despite the chaos going on outside.

for them both, memories of that one halloween day came flooding back at once. despite the events that happened that day. they seemed to be both focusing on the same memory.

taped to the back of the cassette was a picture of the party together in their ghostbusters costumes. it was the same photograph will had ripped up when destroying castle byers but mike had a copy of it.

mike: remember what we said?

will looked up at mike with a confused expression knowing exactly what he was going to say next but wanted to act oblivious.

will: umm no…what did we say?

mike: oh come on will.

he says trying to encourage the memory to come back to will even though he knew all along.

mike: crazy together…does that ring a bell?

will: hmm not sure

the smile on mikes face completely dropped but then will started laughing.

mike: what (said with apprehension)

will: i can’t believe you thought i forgot. if i’m being honest i thought YOU had forgotten.

mike: i could never

mike places a reassuring hand on top of will’s. unlike in season two. this one was different. it meant more this time.

both of their eyes were filled with so much love.

they’re both interrupted (yet again) but this time by the creak of a door at the top of the basement stairs. it’s jonathan and nancy.

will and mike quickly move their hands away trying to look as natural as possible. which in this situation is extremely difficult.

nancy: you boys got everything?

mike: umm yeah…i think so (stuttering)

he stands up frantically looking around for his backpack. he then picks up every item and shoves them quickly into the bag.

jonathan has a smirk on his face but it soon turns serious as he is snapped back to reality and realises the situation they’re still all in. the future of hawkins and their friends lives depends on every small decision they make.

jonathan: cmon let’s go then

will picks up his backpack and takes the headphones that are hung over the bottom of the stairs and wraps the wire around his fingers. he then makes his way up the stairs to meet with jonathan and nancy.

but mike is lacking behind.

nancy: mike we don’t have all day. get your ass moving.

nancy rolls her eyes and jonathan and will laugh.

too high up to see the top of mike’s head, will could just about see what mike was doing.

mike had picked up a stash of paper that had its own binder and designated drawer.

they’re were ALL of wills drawings. every single one of them.

mike put the folder into his bag. zipped it up. and ran up the stairs.

will glances quickly glances at mike and looks away trying to hold back a smile.

mike: why are you looking at me like that… (he looks embarrassed realising that will just saw what he was doing).

will: no reason…

[nagipops]

hii I love your blogs sooo much you're really talented (I just needed to say it sorry) so straight to the point, I already made 2 requests to you and I really enjoyed your writing so I would like to make another again. As I'm clueless about what to request I'll just ask for random hcs for konoha 11, idk if it's too much but if so then you can do with Neji (I love him so much), Kakashi and Naruto. Thank you in advance and sorry anything ^^

RANDOM KONOHA 11 HEADCANONS!

FEATURING: naruto, sakura, shikamaru, ino, choji, neji, rock lee, tenten, kiba, hinata, and shino

WARNINGS: mentions alcohol, drugs, food, bugs, and the tiniest nsfw mention if you get the joke. hehe

A/N: AHHHH ANONN this seriously made my day, im so so glad you enjoy my work!! 💖

NARUTO

you know how we all have “the chair”, where we throw all of our dirty clothes onto?

yeah, imagine that, but from the seat to the fricking ceiling

its just a GINORMOUS MOUND of clothes, you wonder how he even goes through that many clothes so quickly???

definitely shoves it under his bed whenever guests come over (somehow)

holds chopsticks really weirdly. but it works.

asked tenten to put his hair into space buns to mimic his sexy jutsu and went around flirting with the village

jiraiya was so proud of him T-T

comes up with the WORST pickup lines

they’re so bad, its almost charming. almost

has gone AWOL multiple times, disappearing from everywhere, just everywhere

it scared you a little, so you searched the entire village for him

you finally found him sitting on the ledge of a cliff, gazing out at the vast sea

concerned and panicked, you cried out to ask him what was wrong

he turned to you with a crestfallen, devastated look on his face and said,

“i bought shrimp ramen instead of chicken ramen.”

you’ve never searched for him after his disappearance ever again.

SAKURA

100% makes origami shurikens and chucks them at you

they are deathly precise and deathly sharp. seriously, how are these not illegal weapons yet???

writes threatening motivational notes to herself on the mirror

“u got this!” “make sure to smack naruto today!” “ino sucks!”

her backpack would always be way too high up on her back. idk why but. it would

does her hair all nice and pretty before she goes out but once she arrives to her destination SHE KEEP. TAKING. IT OUT. and redoing it over and over and over again

like it’s impossible to make eye contact with her because she’s holding a bobby pin between her teeth while braiding her hair

her guilty pleasure would be hostess treats

ding dongs are her favorite. don’t ask me how i know, i just know.

eats the yellow starbursts just to spite naruto and all her haters

loves small lap dogs, she think’s they’re so cute and cuddly

but she especially loves chihuahuas

they’re so feisty and naruto HATES them, so of course she had to go and get one for herself

dresses the poor dog up in little bonnets and jackets and ties its tiny fuzzy hairs into pigtails

she and the chihuahua are not that much unlike <3

SHIKAMARU

this man is a god at shogi but he absolutely SUCKSSSS at cup pong.

is this an ick? idk. but he is absolute trash at this game.

it gets even worse when he’s got a couple drinks in him

tries to calculate the velocity and acceleration and angle and shit but his shot is always a good two feet off BYE 😭

just mutters an “aw, shit” before awaiting his turn again

hates checkers, loves chess

“checkers is for WUSSIES” - shikamaru nara

i said this in another post, but he is Very Good at whistling

like that’s his hidden talent

can copy any tune with the perfect pitch and rhythm

speaking of, he can do really cool tricks with his tongue

like making a four leaf clover, touching the bridge of his nose with it, flipping it upside down, you name it

he has slanted, scrawled handwriting, to the point where it’s almost illegible

wbk he cheats in school SO OFTEN. but he never gets caught. he’s not stupid, he just couldn’t care less about his classes.

thinks weed and e-cigs are stupid, cigarettes are where it’s at

you just can’t replicate the feeling of taking a drag from a cig after a long, tiring day

plus he looks hella cool while doing it B)

INO

teaches the boyz™️ how to braid their hair

like they all gather in a circle around this feisty fashionista and fail attempt to braid their hair

sakura was just fuming in the sidelines

“OI, INO-PIG, THAT’S A DUTCH BRAID, NOT A FRENCH BRAID!!”

yeah, ino 🙄

the only one that can actually do it is neji because a) this man is talented af and b) he’s got the long hairrr

ino probably envies his thick, sleek hair because hE’S a bOy

also asks everyone for their blood type and zodiac signs and tells them if they’re compatible with her or not

and definitely judges you for your sign 😣

“oh, you’re a gemini? hmm, what a shame...”

makes bouquets for her favorite people and kin assigns everyone a flower

only assigns the pretty nice ones to the people she likes (sorry sakura, you’re out of luck)

one of her favorite hobbies is crafting! she’s really good with details and small things so she loves making those miniature dollhouses and stuff

also really good at watercoloring. especially painting flowers and landscapes

also i feel like she would be really good at playing any instrument because of her skilled hands

can play a badass flute solo. period.

CHOJI

would honestly rather die than get anywhere NEAR an asparagus

he just thinks they’re so gross and bitter and NOT SALTY

he always eats his yakiniku a little bit undercooked because he’s way too impatient to wait for it to cook fully. who do you think he is??

whenever he cloud gazes with shikamaru, when asked what he thinks a cloud looks like, he just says some sort of food

“oi, choji, what does that one look like to you?”

“a... yakiniku grill... with... pineapple rings on it! ooh, and a wagyu steak right there!”

he thinks pringles are an abomination to society. where’s the crisp? where’s the grease? where’s the saltiness?!!!

asks ino to teach him how to do his hair all fancy and the two of them devote an entire day learning different hairstyles

it’s his new favorite thing to do now :D

he really likes crayons!!!!

like he’ll write with them, draw with them, color with them, do everything with them

he’s even tried to eat them. he said they tasted good.

definitely had the 128 crayon pack WITH THE BUILT-IN SHARPENER, and everyone thought he was the coolest kid in town

he ate it UP, he even scored some bbq dates with the ladies

i also feel like he loves basketball, and he has a MEAN slam dunk

like his vertical isn’t that high, but the man can REACH

he loves when people laugh at him when he challenges them to a 1v1 and then proceeds to absolutely destroy them <3

NEJI

he seems like a cucumber kind of guy.

just cucumber

like i feel like he puts it in everything; soba, salads, sandwiches, his face, yeah

it’s mellow and cool, just like him!

speaking of, i feel like he lives for spa days and facials

it just lets him be alone in his little cucumber scented world for an hour or two and he gets damn clear skin from it as well

seriously he has PERFECT skin. flawless. not a single blemish. his cheeks feel like baby butts they’re so smooth.

i feel like he’d be a god at solving rubik’s cubes, don’t ask me why

like if anyone scrambled theirs on accident they would just take it to neji and he’d solve it in the blink of an eye

CAT PERSON!!! loves the little meow meows

who are we kidding, neji basically is a cat; agile, aloof, does silly things without trying to, very cute

he just feels akin to the little fuzzballs and he thinks petting cats are extremely therapeutic. good for the soul

he is a golf man. he would take his juniors golfing and everyone thinks he’s uncool. cmon neji let them go to the skate park at least T-T

also very good at karaoke, definitely surprised everyone once he got a few drinks in him since he started serenading you

LIGHTWEIGHT!!! do not get more than one shot of alcohol in him. he will go berserk.

i also feel like he’d really love photography; not taking pictures of people, but of nature

he loves taking a quiet stroll through a pretty forest and snapping pictures of all the unique flora and fauna

it’s so serene ︶ ‿ ︶

ROCK LEE

100% milly rocks everywhere

gai got in on it too once he asked what lee was doing

“is that what all the youthful cool kids do these days!”

they also dab together. a lot

DO NOT BE SEEN WITH THESE TWO!!! you are not associated with them.

definitely is the one breakdancing in the middle of the dance circle at a high school party

he’s mad skilled at it too

headspins and windmills galore

challenged naruto to a dance-off and completely OBLITERATED him

lee then asked if naruto wanted a rematch, this time with one hand tied behind lee’s back

naruto obliged, and he STILL lost

RIP naruto and his fangirls, they all scrambled to lee afterwards T-T

i feel like his favorite subject is science

not the boring physics equations and laws and theories but the fun EXPERIMENTS

definitely has singed all of his hair off one time and he went to gai blubbering to help him grow back his precious hair

but he loves experimenting with different combinations and chemicals to get different reactions each time

created a potent love potion and carried it around with him all day one day

and it was actually working

girls were flocking to him left and right, staring at his lips and his face

he was so abashed at the sudden attention

heck, it even worked on sakura

“oi, lee-san!”

“hehe, yes, sakura-san?”

her eyes shifted downwards to his lips and his heart thumped harder

“hey... lee-san?”

“what is it?”

“you have something on your lip. we’ve been trying to tell you all day but you just winked and blew kisses at us.”

legend has it lee has still not recovered to this day.

TENTEN

has THE prettiest handwriting. and she can write SUPER fast

it’s like a superpower

like she transcribed five pages of a report in less than two minutes with perfect handwriting

naruto is so jealous.

she is also super good at origami! those diligent, accurate hands aren’t just for throwing things

taught sakura how to make shurikens but does NOT endorse any violent uses of them

she can replicate all of her weapons with paper and they can actually function, it’s so cool

made paper kunai knives one day and the wholeee village wanted to get their hands on them

i feel like she’d listen to mitski. idk i just get those vibes

LOVES BIG DOGS!! especially fluffy wuffy samoyeds

like man’s best friend?? no, GIRL’S BEST FRIEND!!

hugs and cuddles and squishes all the big dogs

she thinks small dogs are spawns of satan

sakura and her have definitely quarreled over this

but at the end of the day, all dogs are adorable fur babies, so she lets it slide :,)

KIBA

kiba always looks SO GOOD in photos you take of him, candid or not

like you could just whip out a camera and snap a photo of him at any given moment and he would look perfect

you framed a picture of him yelling at akamaru for peeing inside the house

it’s pure artwork

i feel like he tries to swagger around with his hands shoved in his pockets but it fails MISERABLY and the girls are wondering if he broke his leg or something 😭

kiba just walk normally. for the love of god please just walk normally.

he tries to slump back in his chair really low but one time he slouched way too low so he slipped off of his chair and onto the ground LMFAOOOO

he just wallowed there... in shame...

also.. he LOVES when the girls put makeup on him!!

he tries to act like he hates it. but it secretly gives him so much confidence

not to mention the girls hyping him up are a huge ego boost

okay the inside of his jacket hood is the warmest. thing. EVER!!!

seriously, no wonder this dude is so happy-go-lucky all the time, he’s living in literal heaven 24/7

it’s like you’re sleeping on a cloud inside a warm, cozy bed during a cold winter morning

10/10 would recommend letting him give you his sweatshirt when you’re chillin with a hair tie ❤️

HINATA

always smells like lavender soap. always

also has the cutest pencil pouches with little puppy faces and kawaii things

oH and she has those mini yoobi highlighters, she thinks they’re so cute (and functional!)

everyone flocks to her to try them out and marvel at the cute tiny highlighters

and they try to steal them from her but she doesn’t even stop them because she’s too timid to 😭

naruto goes BALLISTIC over them

she lets him have all of them <3

tennis girl!!! tennis girl.

all of her opponents always underestimate her because she’s so timid and shy and quiet

but she has a KILLER serve

and then she takes her opponents to the slaughterhouse with a complete shutout ;)

she’s really athletic believe it or not, she can beat most of the boys in a mile run and she has incredible endurance

i feel like she really loves velvet scrunchies

she just thinks they’re so pretty and they keep her hair soft so they’re cute and functional

also takes the PRETTIEST notes!!

color codes, dividers, headers, you name it, it’s all super readable too its insane

everyone asks her for her notes, not to study but just to appreciate the pure artwork that it is ^w^

SHINO

shino is SO easy to prank

“how do you catch an eyemaster?” *cue naruto and kiba snickering*

“eyemaster bait. that is because—”

even when everyone’s laughing their asses off, he still continues to explain his answer since he does NOT GET THE JOKE

tried his hand at writing haikus

here’s his best one so far:

“Bugs are amazing. That is because they are bugs. Bugs are very nice.” - Shino Aburame

VERY proud of it, since it took him weeks to perfect

praise it, pls

had one of those ant farms and bug-catching kits as a kid

and he would fill the kit TO THE BRIM. LIKE IT WAS HEAVY BECAUSE THERE WERE SO MANY BUGS.

he loves the little chitters of the different bugs

he had jars of different bugs all lined up on a wall shelf in his room

collects silkworms off of trees and sticks them into his pockets (no i definitely did not do this as a kid...)

HELP I FEEL LIKE he would record a timelapse of his ant farm growing and upload it to youtube with a movie maker title screen that says

“my ants”

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[cacoetheswriting]

library hours [reimagined] - spencer reid

warnings: age gap, professor / student, maybe a swear word or two, a lil tension, but mainly a fluffy first interaction word count: 1.7k summary: a late night at the university library leads to reader meeting a certain handsome professor.

a/n: this is a reimagined / rewritten version of this fic. for those interested, the original centres around baby!spencer. both fics start off pretty much the same, what differs is the interaction between spencer and reader.

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There was something you always enjoyed about the going to the library.

Perhaps it was the way every single person that walked through the threshold had a purpose. A mission to complete. Perhaps it was the quiet. The solace you felt sitting alone in a corner researching various topics, for class and for recreational purposes.

The university library had quickly become your second home. A location you frequented more than your own dorm room. It wasn’t always to study, no. You people watched. Doodled. Even napped there from time to time. The place brought you peace, and by the time you senior year rolled around, you saw the librarians more than your college friends.

The university library was also the place where you first met a certain handsome professor, doctor - which in time became the main reason why you liked it so much.

Lights were slowly being turned off section by section. A vacuum came to life in one of the aisles. People started to scramble from their seats - shoving their things into their backpacks, throwing out empty coffee cups into the overflowing bins, checking out books they might still use that evening.

All signs indicating it was time to go.

Dolly, one of the librarians, ushered towards you. Her jacket draped over her shoulders, her bag in hand. She gave you the usual spiel of how you can stay until the janitor is finished cleaning, to which you politely nodded along. She wished you a pleasant night, and with a “see you tomorrow” she hurried out the door.

Once she was out of sight, you groaned under your breath and ran your fingers through your hair. You had an assignment due tomorrow, one you started hours ago and only managed to formulate three total sentences. Your gut was telling you there was no way you were going to finish now, especially since you had about thirty minutes until you would have to leave.

Leaning back in your chair, you fluttered your eyes closed in an attempt to collect your thoughts. The tranquil feeling didn’t last long however, as you were abruptly brought back to reality by someone loudly clearing their throat. You immediately sat back up and quickly scanned the space for the source of the interruption.

A tall brunette man stood a few tables away, his hands slowly sliding into the pockets of his pants. He was definitely older, by how much you couldn't quite tell. But, you definitely took notice of how handsome he was.

“The library is closed for the night.” He stated, the tone of his voice calm yet stern.

“I have permission to be here.” You retorted with as much confidence as you could muster, but the mysterious man didn't seem impressed with your answer. With an arched brow, he took a firm step in your direction.

“From who?” He challenged, as if he was waiting to catch you in a lie.

You folded your arms across your chest, unwilling to give in to whatever game he was playing. “Dolly, the librarian. I could call her if you don't believe me?”

The brunette didn’t respond. Instead, his lips twirled slightly upwards into a sly smirk and with the way he was now looking at you, you could feel the blood rush to your cheeks. You only hoped he didn't see the faint pink blush now present on your facial features.

“May I?” The man asked after a brief moment of silence, pointing to to the chair beside yours. You found yourself nodding, before quickly turning your attention away from him, and back to the book in front of you.

While he made himself comfortable, his leg brushed against yours. The sudden close contact sent a jolt down your spine and you shivered. A small act he definitely noticed.

“You’re not some sort of killer, are you? You’re not here to murder me?” You asked, tilting your head to once again look at the man. Shaking his head, he let out a wholehearted chuckle.

“No, I’m definitely not a murder.” He reassured.

“Definitely? That's over selling it, don't you think? It’s exactly the kind of thing a murder would say.” You teased in response, gaining a little bit of your courage back. He didn't reply. The smirk on his face widened just a little and he eyed you silently, as if you were a treasure map he was desperate to solve.

The two of you stared at one another for what felt like eternity. There was something amicable about the seconds that passed as you looked into his hazel eyes. Something harmonious. Friendly. Strong.

When you finally broke contact and proceeded to return to working on your assignment, you could still feel his gaze burning into the side of your head. In any other situation, with any other stranger, the feeling would have made you uncomfortable. Scared even. But there was something quite thrilling about the mysterious brunette sitting beside you.

“I’m a profiler.” He said after another moment of comfortable silence. “I work for the FBI as part of their Behavioral Analysis Unit.” He added as you glanced up at him from your notes, intrigue gracing your facial features. The statement was to make you feel safer in his presence - not that it was needed since you already felt strangely guarded around him.

You smiled, dropping your pen and shifting in your chair to face him completely. “So, agent, what are you doing at a university library on a Thursday night? Did the bad guys take a break?”

“Doctor.” He calmly corrected.

“What?”

“It’s doctor, not agent.” He said, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. “I have PhDs in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering.”

The smug look on his face earned him a playful eye roll. “You don’t happen to have a PhD in History under your belt, do you, doctor? Because that would be very helpful right about now.”

“No, but I do have an eidetic memory and can read twenty-thousand words per minute.” He declared and you gaped at him in disbelief, mouth parting ever so slightly in shock.

Great, you thought, as if he wasn't intimidating enough.

“You could have just said you were a superhero.” You joked before leaning in towards him ever so slightly. The faint whiff of his cologne caught you off a little off guard, and you took a mental note to never again settle for someone that only used body spray. “Don’t worry, I’m really good with secrets. I won’t tell anyone.” You whispered and gently pressed your index finger to your lips.

The comment caused the handsome doctor to throw his head back in a whole-hearted laugh. He placed a hand on his stomach as you slowly shifted back to your previous position, chewing down on the inside of your cheek down to stop yourself from commenting on how good he looked.

“Am I going to get an answer to my previous question?” You asked once the laughter died down, your assignment long forgotten.

“I teach here.”

The statement earned him another eye roll. “Seriously? Is there anything you don't or can't do?”

It was his turn to lean in. He rested his elbows on his knees and intertwined his fingers together, his hazel eyes never leaving yours. The air hitched in your lungs at his proximity. You felt as if every single cell in your body was shaking.

“Well, us superheroes, we like to stay busy.” He whispered, his cool minty breath hitting you in the process, sending a shiver down your spine.

You cleared your throat, a timid smile appearing on your face. “There uhm, there’s this diner not far from here. It’s twenty-four hours meaning they won’t kick us out. Would you like to come with me? We can have coffee?”

He didn’t say anything. Instead, he moved back in his seat and ran a hand through his already ruffled hair. You bit down on your bottom lip, wondering what was going through his mind. Wondering if perhaps you had overstepped some sort of boundary since he was a professor and you were a student.

But, it was just coffee. Nothing more. That wasn't so bad... Right?

“Coffee sounds nice.” He responded with a smile, after what felt like forever.

Outside, there wasn’t a cloud in the night sky making the million stars shine all that brighter. They looked like perfect sugar granules spilled on a dark surface, accompanied by the glowing moonlight.

The breathtaking sight was accompanied by street lamps. They illuminated the path while you walked side by side, almost in sync. Shoulders faintly brushing against one another.

“How long have you been a profiler?” You asked, looking ahead. The wind blew lightly through your hair causing your brunette companion to turn his head and observe you quietly. A smile crept up on his lips.

“I joined when I was twenty-two.” He answered. You glanced up at him for a brief moment - that wasn't much younger than you now. The look in his eyes suggested he knew that’s what you were thinking.

“Do you like it? Or do you prefer teaching?”

He licked his lips, thinking. As he furrowed his brows together, you noticed the unobtrusive age lines defining his handsome features. Each individual crease telling a different story, and you found yourself hoping you would one day be lucky enough to hear them.

“Every job has its pros and cons.” The brunette man stated eventually, lightly shrugging his shoulders.

You couldn't help but let out a soft giggle at his answer. “Okay professor, now you just sound conventional.”

He chuckled, his hands sliding into the front pockets of his pants. “I’ve been called many things in my life, miss. Conventional was never one of them.”

“It’s Y/N. My name, uhm, my name is Y/N.”

You both stopped once you introduced yourself, simultaneously turning in your spots, so that you were facing each other completely.

“Y/N...” He tested your name on his tongue, and a smile embellished your features because for some reason it sounded incredibly striking coming out of his lips.

“It suits you.” He retorted and the blood rushed to your face. Now, he definitely noticed the blush, you thought. He didn’t comment on it however. Instead, he proceeded to introduce himself, “My name is Spencer. Dr. Spencer Reid.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Dr. Spencer Reid.”

“It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N.”

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