maideninorange · 1 year ago
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Tenkai has a terrible night, and then a terrible morning. And it is all Yaorochi's fault.
Another old draft that I finished up with more than a bit of an odd premise. If this sounds interesting at all to any of you, don't hesitate to check it out I guess? (Not my finest work lol. But I'm still gonna self-promote because I put too much time and energy into this thing.)
Beware of some small body horror, blood, and canon typical blackmail!
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starluvsx · 11 months ago
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★𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜
𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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Proofread:kinda...not rlly
Wordcount:2266
WARNINGS:throw up/emetophobia , panic attack, crying, this takes place before they’re like famous or wtv.also this is very long.
A/N:ntm on the banner idk what happened😭
“Guess where I’m going tonight”I said to the boy I was on the phone with.my best friend Matt.he was playing video games while I got ready.probably not paying much attention to what I was doing but definitely listening.
“Where?” he questioned as his face twisted into one of frustration.most likely because of the game he was playing.
“I’m going to hailys party” I cheekily said.smiling just at the thought of what tonight would be like.
“Isn’t that like all seniors?” he asked, concern lacing his tone.even though we were both the same age he always acted like my older brother.
"uh yea, i'll be fine dont worry.im not gonna like get fucked by a 20 year old or end up passed out in the street.im a responsible person matt."i rambled on
"i know you are but- shit...seniors can be pretty intense sometimes" the boy on the other line explained
"ill be fine dude, ok anyways, what outfit do i wear?" i said while show-casing two outfits that lay on separate hangers.
"im kinda in the middle of something right now"
"i dont care, just look for a second"
"y/n i litterally cant"
"matthew bernard sturniolo turn your fucking head this direction and help me pick out an outift or i swear to God"
"ok ok jeez" he said as he hesitantly turned to face his phone screen. "i don't like either of them"
"oh fuck you" i said as i put my phone onto its back so i could change into one of the outfits.
✧At the party
a large smile was painted on my face as i swayed my hips to the beat of the music. I've never felt more alive.the freshly poured drink splishing and splashing around in the cup i was holding, small droplets finding a home on my wrist. despite this being me being only a junior i was mixing well with the crowd.not feeling awkward or like i didn't belong for a second
a tap on my shoulder stopped my movements abruptly.i turned around to where the feeling came from only to see the girl that i came here with, Serenity. she looked deepyly upset which wasnt usual for the cheerful girl. "hey sese, whats up?" i yelled over the loud music.im not even sure if she could hear me.
"i feel sick" serenity answered. i quickly grabbed her hand and bee-lined it to the bathroom.she had been drinking alot.way more then me.and i was sure that what she mean t by 'i feel sick' was 'im about to throw up' and i want that to be no where else but the toilet.for her dignity and my sanity.
i banged on the door of the first bathroom i came across. "occupied!" someone yelled from the other side, forcing me to practically drag serenity down the crowded hallway to another bathroom.once we made it to the white door i realized there was no point in knocking because i could hear two drunken people going at it as if it were their last night on earth.
panic began to set in at the same pace as reality.no more bathrooms in sight. shit shit shit i mentally cursed to myslef as i looked over at a half folded over serenity. "y/n i think im gonna throw up"the blonde girl stated
i quietly mumbled "no no your not, please don't, not here" but my pleads were to no eval as once the words left my mouth so did all of the drinks serenity had earlier.it was all over me.my shirt and jeans and even my white shoes. i screamed in panic. tears spilling out of my eyes almost automatically.
as my eyes darted all over the place i noticed the bathroom door where the couple once were fucking was now open.i put my hand on serenities back and shoveled her into the bathroom, careful not to touch any of the vomit on my shirt.she dropped to her knees and went head first into the toilet at the sight of it.the sounds making me gag internally.
i slid down the wall behind me and sobbed.not being able to escape the vomit.i pulled my phone out of my back pocket and opened my contacts.i was about to call my mom to pick me up before i looked at the time. '1:48' it read. she was most definitely asleep. the scrolled through my contacts looking for someone that could come pick me up.
'Matty boy' was the name my eyes locked on, not even waiting a second before calling him.the phone rang longer than i would've liked it to as i pressed it up to my ear. please pick up i mentally begged "hey y/n." a sleepy Matt said on the other line.
i wasted no time "Matt please-please come get me"i choked out through cries.
"what?whats going on?are you ok?"he asked.now sounding more alert and awake
"serenity threw up on me and i-i don't know what to do.please just come get me.please Matt"i begged through the phone.tears sprung out my eyes and rolled down my face, leaving marks of dripping mascara to stain my cheeks.
"ok ill be there in a few minutes.wheres serenity now?"Matt asked.i hadn't even noticed her.i looked down from the ceiling i was staring at and locked eyes with her body.
"she's passed out...o-on the bathroom floor"i slowly got out.
"ok y/n listen to me very carfully,i need you to call haily and tell her serenity is in the bathroom passed out and that you need a chnage of clothes okay?do not leave serenity there." the boy on the other line stated very seriously. i mumbled a small 'okay 'before Matt began talking again "ill be there in a few minutes, don't move from the bathroom."he said before hanging up.silence now filling my ears.
✧Some time later
serenity was now gone after being taken to hailys room so she could sober up.i have a change of clothes on, some large sweat pants and a 'the smiths' t-shirt. although my clothes were now in the washer being clean from throw up, i couldn't get the thought out of my head.
this night, my first real party, had gone to shit.i was tried, scared, my makeup was ruined, my back hurt.i just want to go home. then as if my thoughts were read a knock came at the door. "come in"i lightly shouted.
as soon as the door opened and matt was visible i sprung up from my spot on the floor.hugging the boy before either of us could say anything.sobbing into his shoulder. "its okay.its okay.im here."the brunnete boy said into my hair
he held my back as we walked through the sea of people in order to make it to the exit.drunken others staring at us we walked by.i grabbed my coat which had somehow not bee touched the whole night, a dark blue zip up hoodie.i felt goosebumps go up my arms a I put it on.
the cold air hit my face unexpectidely.the winter weather sending shock through my warm body.a smile krept onto my face for an unidentified reason. i brought my arms over my chest and folded them. "why are you smiling?"matt asked while looking over at me.a smile on his face aswell
"i dont know" i answred with a small giggle.once we finally made it to the car i hobbled myself into the front passenger seat.the car was practically silent as he put the key in the ignition and started it.not much being needed to be said.
Once we pulled out of the carefully chosen parking spot I advised Matt to not drive me home seeing as my mom would probably kill me.a small hum of approval being the only noise to come from him.
This silence was soon followed up with an unexpected “thank you”from Matt. “For calling me when you needed to and not being stubborn”he clarified
A vocal response didn’t seem to fit the situation so I simply nodded in acknowledgment. “My parents are actually out on vacation so there’s no harm in you staying the night by the way, went to Maine or something.” He began to speak.I didn’t respond.only looking out the window infront of me.
“So what was it like?your first senior party?”the driving boy asked as he focused on the road infront of us.the street lights and cars illuminating his pale face.
“Well besides being thrown up on and having a whole panic attack it was pretty good.the drinks were alright and a few guys hit on me but besides that it was just alright”I answered his question.
“Not everything you dreamed of?”matt asked teasingly. Shaking my head no in response “Bummer.well now you get to spend the night with me” he continued as we pulled into his driveway.i never realized how close he lived to Haily.
Once we entered the house I was met with Chris sitting at the kitchen table. “Woah what happened to you”Chris asked.looking up from his cereal and phone.
“A party” I weakly answered.
“Oh is that y/n?”Nick asked from the couch as he turned his head around to face me. “Hey baeee, had a rough night?”he greeted and questioned.
“Rough Night is the understatement of the century”I grumbled as I opened their fridge searching for water.
“You went to hailys party right?yea those seniors are crazy.are those your clothes?”Nick rambled on.
“No these are hailys,serenity threw up on me.”I casually answered,shuddering at the remembrance of what happened.I stretched my arm out to grab the advil in their top shelf.
“Oh gross.you sleeping here tonight?”chris chimed in and asked.
“Yea, no point in going home and getting my ass beat.”I exaggerated
“Where you sleepin?”chris asked again
“Not with you, last time you punched me right in the boob, painful as fuck.”I retorted as I swapped the pills and water.
“Dude it was an accident!i was sleeping!”he answered as he threw his hand sup in defense.making me giggle.
“Not taking any chances”
“Well you can’t sleep with me.”Nick stated suddenly
“Why?”
“My bed is fucking lopsided and I have to sleep on the couch till it’s fixed” Nick said
“Just sleep in Chris’ room”
“He fucking attacks me in his sleep!”
“What about Matt?”
“He’s up too late for me, I need my eight hours but I guess this kid only needs 8 minutes” Nick answered my few questions causing me to lightly laugh
“Ok then I guess I’m sleeping in your room Matty boy”I said, turning to the boy who had just been listening to this conversation silently.
“Ok then cmon,I’m going to bed right now”he tiredly said as he walked in the direction of his room.
“I find that hard to believe”Nick shouted from his place in the couch.
I hugged Chris and Nick before following Matt into his room.
Upon opening the door I saw Matt face down on the mattress. “Jeez I didn’t think you were that tired” I joked as I sat down on the bed next to him.the calming blue led lights coloring us and the rest of the room around us.
He turned his head sideways to face me “I’m always tired”he mumbled.I situated my body so I was now laying next to him more comfortably.we then gradually moved ourselves to face each other while laying on our sides.his eyes staring into mine deeply.
"your beautiful" I whispered under my breath. ive always though Matt was attractive.not in a sexual way but the same way I think Alahna is pretty.but tonight was different.the way the blue lights bounced off his face, and how his messy hair rested almost perfectly on his forehead, or maybe it was how his dark, tired, eyes never seemed to look scary or weird on him.nonetheless he looked a way I don't even think I could describe if you put the words out in-front of me.
"your angelic..." I found myself say as my heart was taking action before my brain.i brushed some hair out of his eyes delicately with my fresh painted nails.he didn't respond, only giving me small smile.i caressed the side of his face with the back of my hand.tracing his facial structure.
"I love you" he abruptly said.the three words causing blood to rush to my cheeks rapidly.my heart besting faster almost as if on command
"I'll always love you more"I solemnly said.not exactly wanting to see his reaction to my words i moved in a little closer and closed my eyes.curling up and grabbing the covers.to my surprise though, after a few minutes I could feel his arm sake over my body and pull me closer.my head resting under his chin lightly.
then we fell asleep peacefully.silently hoping that if we were to never to wake up again that we stay together in the next life
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capthayes · 7 months ago
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SIERRA ANNE HAYES
Born into the lingering shadows of a scandal that rocked Wilmington to its core, Sierra Hayes has carved a path of resilience and dedication through the town's fire department, rising to the role of Midtown's youngest female Fire Captain. With a life shaped by the complexities of her family's past and her own defiant acts of bravery, Sierra stands as a beacon of strength and hope in a community on the cusp of rebirth. Beyond the firehouse, she nurtures a passion for outdoor adventure and a commitment to community service, embodying the spirit of leadership and the courage to face both the flames and the whispers of yesterday.
Sierra Hayes is Wilmington’s youngest female Fire Captain, celebrated for her bravery, highlighting her commitment to duty over protocol.
Growing up under the cloud of a scandal linked to her father being a suspect of killing the mayor in the past, and battling personal demons like anxiety and OCD, Sierra's resilience is as much personal as it is professional.
Beyond firefighting, Sierra dedicates herself to environmental conservation and community service, aiming to empower and educate through her survival training camp.
As an openly lesbian woman in a traditional field, Sierra navigates her identity with grace, advocating for equality and acceptance in and out of the firehouse.
Sierra aspires to mentor the next generation of firefighters and expand her community initiatives, all while seeking personal growth and reconciliation within her family.
Older sister to Harrison Hayes, but they've drifted apart for over a decade now.
SELF
Nicknames: Cap, Captain, Capt Hayes, Sese/Cece, Sissy (very rare people allowed to) Faceclaim: Danielle Savre Gender & Pronouns: Cis Female (She/Her) Age: 35 Birthday: November 19, 1988 Sexuality: Lesbian Occupation: Fire Captain in Midtown; runs a part-time outdoor survival training camp Location: Midtown, Wilmington Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian Nationality: American Height: 5'8" Build: Athletic Hair: Blonde, long Eye Color: Blue Allergies: None Disorders: Anxiety, OCD Fashion: Functional fire department attire on duty; casual and comfortable off duty, with a preference for simplicity and utility Nervous Tics: Taps fingers when thinking deeply or stressed Hobbies: Running, working out, rock climbing, camping Interests: Fire safety education, environmental conservation, community service Positive Traits: Resilient, dedicated, courageous, empathetic Negative Traits: Guarded, sometimes too self-reliant, struggles with authority due to past defiance MBTI Personality: ISTJ Zodiac Chart: Scorpio Sun, Virgo Moon, Capricorn Rising Core Values: Duty, loyalty, perseverance, community Personal Challenges: Reconciling with her past, especially her complicated family dynamics and the shadow of her father’s suspected involvement in a local scandal; balancing personal life with demanding professional responsibilities Personal Achievements: Becoming the youngest female Fire Captain in Wilmington; establishing a survival training camp that empowers and educates the community on safety and survival skills Lifestyle: Spartan and disciplined, reflecting her commitment to her profession and personal fitness; environmentally conscious Quirks: Has a ritual of running at dawn, likes to keep everything very clean and organized  Future Aspirations: To mentor young firefighters and expand her survival training camp; to work towards reconciliation and understanding within her family, particularly regarding her father’s past
FAMILY
Mother: Ellen Hayes (née Carter) Father: Michael Hayes Siblings: @harrisonhayes
BIOGRAPHY
TW: mention of mental abuse
Born into the lingering shadow of Wilmington’s most gripping scandal, Sierra Hayes grew up under the scrutiny reserved for the family of one of the suspects in Mayor Thompson’s mysterious death. Her father, while never the prime suspect, was implicated enough to cast a shadow over Sierra, her mother and her sibling. This suspicion, coupled with her father's mentally abusive behavior and their strained relationship, forged Sierra’s resilient and steadfast character. Despite his presence in town, Sierra maintains a significant distance, choosing to focus on her career and community work rather than mend a relationship she deems beyond repair.
Choosing to rise above the whispers and the stigma, Sierra dedicated her life to serving her community, a decision that led her to become the youngest female Fire Captain of Wilmington, in Midtown. Her leadership style, marked by unwavering dedication and an innate ability to inspire trust and bravery in her team, shows her commitment to not only protect but also uplift her community.
Her career, however, hasn't been without its challenges. Sierra's bold decision to save a civilian by disobeying direct orders brought her professional judgment into question, nearly derailing her ascent within the fire department. This incident, though portrayed her bravery and unyielding commitment to life, remains a closely guarded secret, a blemish on her otherwise commendable record.
Sierra's personal and professional life is a reflection of her strength in the face of adversity. She embodies resilience, leadership, and the complex dance between vulnerability and strength. She stands out by her professional dedication, even with all the personal struggles with her family that haunt her still, and navigating her identity, particularly her sexuality, in a profession dominated by traditional expectations—and traditional men.
As Wilmington stands on the precipice of rebirth, with The Tattler’s sudden reappearance stirring old fears and suspicions, Sierra finds herself at the heart of the storm. Her role as Fire Captain places her in the thick of the town's mysteries, balancing her duty to protect with her personal quest for truth.
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mrikq · 2 years ago
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shie hasaikai take care of overhuals baby
How you think they would act with child? No new born maybe a toddler? Or older.
Kaoru is son of kai and tomura (yeah I ship them, shut up.) his quirk is both of his parents left side tomura right kai. Almost every hc is for 5 years old, but not every.
Kaoru look: he has red eyes lighter then tomura. His hair are brown and curly(after kai mom) he look just like tomura but he have kai stare. Sometimes 8 bullets are scare about that. Kai no comment that and tomura think is cute. he have round face and I think is soo cute. His perosnality is 78%tomura 7%kai and 15% his own.
1.shin nemoto
°he offen take care of kaoru when he was baby he loved shin so much, he even call him "dada". Shin thought he is so dead in overhual eyes. Overhual was furiours about that, but tomura calm him.
° When karou is 5 he spend less time with shin but still do.
°he love go under his cape ,when kaoru was baby he loved crawls on neomot cape and pull it.
°Kaoeu love play shin glasses
°Nemoto always try be best afront kaoru beacuse he don't want upset overhual. He still love that child.
2.setsuno toya
°He and shin is fav uncles.
°Setsuno is the fun one he always make joke for kaoru and even play with him.
°Kaoru don't need to ask about it(setsuno secretly love play childish toys, and play with kaoru is just cover for that).
°He don't grab kaoru to hand when he was baby beacuse he was too scare to hurt him. Tomura always say its nothing to be scare but toya still refuse, but he still make funny faces to kaoru.
° When kaoru was little he call setsuno "sese" that was his 3th word.
°of course he don't perfect one time when kaoru was 4 setsuno put his vape(yes his vape he don't smoke cigarrets and his fav flavor is grape) kaoru thought its something to drink. So he grab that, he puffed and he start cough. Tengai hear that and saw what happen. He was soo mad on toya for that.
°he play rap when they drive car and he always tell kaoru to not say about this to none(Tomura also do this my hc is tomura is huge fan of eminem, afroman and 2pac)
3.rappa
Yeah... They don't like eachother, kaoru mostly, beacuse rappa is mean to Shigaraki. Rappa is to tough for ours little muffin,Tengai always admonishes rappa for that. One time he make ugly bruise on the side of the abdomen then kaoru broke two rappas hand and say he don't cure them and rappa was so pist of he tell about that tomura but tomura says he is of kaoru side in this beacuse is his fault and he was mad too obviously beacuse he punch his baby. (that happen when kaoru was 13 years) (tomura is overcare of kaoru, he don't show this but he still think about it and care) overhaul was on a business trip so rappa must wait 2 weeks for overhual back to yakuza and help him.
4.hojo yuyu
°Hojo is fav uncle number 3.
°Kaoru loved be in his hand.
° He also loved touch his bald head, that was hillarious.
°A couple times Some were afraid of his look or tell not nice stuff about him. Kaoru was mad about this and that They had to listen to the rebuke from a 5-year-old .
°He love uncle hojo and none can talk shit about him.
°Hojo always said that was not neccesery, but he still appreciated how kaoru think good about him.
°He fell better wit someone like that.
°Hojo teach some fun stuff kaoru and after that kaoru always tell everyone what he teached and with proud sayed that was from hojo.
5. Deidaro sakaki
°He don't good at kids.
°Kaoru never was babysitting be him, but still like watch drunk deidaro and he laught of that.
°Also deidaro teach something kaoru, but that was inappropriate and kaoru know what is slut in his 4 and blowjob when he was 7 and all other stuff.
°When someone doesn't want tell kaoru about something beacuse this was not comfort subject and they tell "he get that when he grown up'' he now he must go to deidaro give him some beer and he gonna know.
°When his parents one time hear deidaro explaim what is anal sex to they 6 son they was so fourious and kaoru had Prohibition of talking to deidaro.
° Also fun fact is deidaro never know how old is kaoru
6.tengai
°Tengai care of kaoru and show him how nature and peace are beatifull and important.
°Kaoru also like try make tengai open eyes or make smile of his face.
°Tengai always caoutius other memeber to watch of they language when kaoru is in room, even when kaoru is 15, tengai still do it.
7.tabe
°they don't spend a lot of time. Always they with someone mostly with setsuno.
°when he try feed kaoru and show him how tasty is baby food he eat food and spoon, kaoeu loved that and start laught
°beacuse of that tabe start like eat baby food and always finishing it for kaoru.
°kaoru love look in tabe mouth but tabe was scare and refuse to do that, he don't want bite him.
8.katsume
°can't hold kaoru untill he was 8 months for his security.(overhual think its still too early)
°but when he arledy take first time kaoru in hand he was soo happy he start stamping and sayed"o yey! o yey! " everyone start calm him down.
°he was in shock how kaoru is tiny in his hand and love touch his cheeks by his fingers.
°he still like hug kaoru really hard one times almost katsume crash his ribs.
°Katsume always is so upset and say sorry 100× when he do something to kaoru.
9.mimic
°they don't like eachother. Kaoru hate him.
°mimic always say what kaoru do wrong
°kaoru hate scriming so aoutoamic he don't like mimic
°one time kaoru kick mimic like rugby ball he take that from Tomura, shigaraki also don't likes with mimic.
°they always argue.
°mimic alwyas critical kaoru about what he do. Kai always pick mimic site this piss off kaoru.
°but when someone do something wrong with kaoru or is mean Mimic will scream about that and help kaoru.
10.Hari kurono(chrono)
°At start hari wasn't be good think about baby in yakuza but he don't say anything about this to Chisaki.
°he like kaoru, but don't love.
°He talk with him or do something with him only when overhual tell him to do this.
°everyone thought hari would be the cloest to baby, but no. They was in shock.
°He teach kaoru about shooting.
Kaoru also loved climb on katsume and hojo and sometimes on rappa.
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diedbrave · 2 years ago
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Bill's last reply: The fond smile that had taken over his face remained in place, bright blue eyes glinting in the light of their shared room with mirth and adoration for the man in front him telling him how ridiculous he was for daring to think that there wasn’t a specific dress code for this sort of thing. It wasn’t like they were heading to a holiday party, but he understood the desire to dress for the occasion. “I think that’s more to do with the movie people wanting to evoke perpetual festive feelings in their audience,” he chuckled. No one he knew dressed in holiday colours year-round or even for just the entire length of the holiday season. Having a purpose for it was much more realistic. “But I’ll dress for it if you want to.”
He would do just about anything if it meant he got to sese that smile. Especially when it was directed at him and he was the cause. Something as simple as getting ugly sweaters was easy to accomplish and more than worth it to keep that smile on his lover’s face. “Then we’ll make a stop there first before we head out to choose our first tree.” Bill was genuinely excited about sharing this with Eddie. He smiled brightly as he was kissed, arms settled comfortable around the brunette’s waist as the other man relaxed on top of him. Fingers automatically sought out the softness of the gently tanned skin beneath his shirt. “I’m glad you like the idea,” Bill murmured, head tilting so that he could lean in and press a kiss to his lover’s lips. The author took the opportunity to kiss the brunette several times over, momentarily forgetting their plans and just enjoying the moment between the two of them. Not that there weren’t many, Bill just liked making the most of them each time they came up. He even whined a little when Eddie ended up pulling away to look around their shared bedroom, wanting to keep him as close as possible to not break whatever spell had surrounded them. “I know it’s tough for you, but the mess will get cleaned up. We don’t have to worry about it for now.” Shifting onto his elbow slightly, Bill peered around Eddie. “Alternatively, I could even clean it up all on my own and you don’t need to think about it at all.”
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“Okay, but what if I want to evoke festive feelings.” Not that he had needed to argue long, because Bill was agreeing with him rather quickly. Agreeing to make a stop at the thrift shop before they did anything else, which Eddie was rather proud of. Bill seemed to love the holidays, and Eddie wanted their first one as a couple to be as perfect as possible. California was a great place to live for a lot of reasons, specifically how close it was to Bill’s work, as well as their amazing LGBTQ+ community, but it didn’t really bring about all the seasons and holiday spirit. Eddie wanted to change that. 
Fuck, he’d make it snow in their damn place if it would make Bill feel like he was having a good Christmas. 
Eddie shivered a bit at the other’s touch, trying to not go into the submissive head space where he would just argue that they should stay home and be intimate instead. Christmas season was upon them, and Eddie was full of stubborn determination, as he often could be. Even if he was going to miss stealing kisses while they were in public. He groaned at the mention of the mess, looking around, left eye even daring to twitch. Tough for him was an understatement. 
“Oh no. No no no. You aren’t cleaning it up on your own, mister. There’s a very specific way of organizing these things. Color, material type, you know. You’d just put them in there all willy nilly. And that would be even worse.” He was trying to do better about his OCD, even going to a therapist to talk about that and his anxiety and all the other issues that Sonia and Myra had both caused him, but it was definitely still there. “Not that I don’t absolutely appreciate it. Maybe we could do it together. Make it a bit more enjoyable.” 
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footballandshit · 2 years ago
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wait you're a real madrid fan? I thought you liked atletico
oh don't be fooled by the nando profile pic! haha i mean i did kinda like atleti when nando was still playing but purely because it was for nando (and maybe a couple other blorbos), but if you've followed me like from the start, there has actually been a lot of real madrid content hshs - it was THAT era y'know with lukita, marcelo, sese, james, isco, nacho, varane, etc.
But again just to be clear, i've mentioned this before, but maybe newer followers/mutuals are unaware, i support players rather than teams/clubs. so if you see me posting stuff from lots of teams, it's not necessarily because i like those teams, but because i support my babies!! 💙
(and yep i follow/have mutuals from like many diff clubs/teams, because i'm totally cool with all footie content! it's a mutual understanding hehe, so don't be confused if you see content from supposed rival teams or sth haha)
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npdiyozane · 24 days ago
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A Badly-Organized Essay About Why I Headcanon Fumikado With NPD, Written For A Tournament Poll
This analysis is more based on personal experience than like, a side-by-side analysis with the DSM (I think the NPD part of the DSM needs to be rewritten anyway since a lot of the symptoms are very much written like how a psychologist would observe them rather than how it feels internally).
This also turned into a defense of Fumikado's Neutral Route characterization halfway through.
In their introductory game they're all set out to become the True Emperor's vessel, and in your profile you learn that they're doing all that because it was their grandfather's dream to revive some dead guy that's supposed to be the True Emperor and they felt indebted to him for taking them in after their parents died in a power struggle. Probably also felt spite towards the at-the-time current emperor due to said power struggle.
Anyway, you know their goal? Yeah they fucking failed. And in the second game they appear in, they have to deal with the fact that soldiers from their organization (not exactly their soldiers but it’s some weird alliance thing of people who have a common goal of wanting the current emperor off the throne) stopped listening to them too. Here's their reaction to that.
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(Brilliant Pagoda or Haze Castle Prologue)
Here you can see two things!
Fumikado’s habit of referring to themself as an emperor despite not really being an emperor of much. (They’re also more meant to be the emperor’s vessel than anything, and there is a joke in some dialogue where they say the vessel part quieter when boasting.)
Coping through denial.
As a note, earlier in this conversation, Fumikado actually pointed out that the soldiers technically weren’t theirs. And yet now, when faced with the prospect of those soldiers not respecting them, now those soldiers (which are totally theirs) totally respect them lots actually!
As someone with (self-diagnosed) NPD, whenever I’m uncertain on how I stand with people I desire the respect of, I tend to comfort myself with the assumption that everything’s fine, because when you have NPD, people you give some shit about not liking you is pretty much the end of the world, and actually asking has a chance to reveal that things aren’t fine. Like, that has more to do with interpersonal relationships than plotting a rebellion to replace bad imperialism with better imperialism, but I think the same logic applies.
Those two habits I pointed out? You're going to see a lot of that from them.
Fans have pointed out how Fumikado is a somewhat different character in the neutral routes of BPoHC compared to the Haze Route (aka lamer, sometimes this critique extends to the Brilliant Route but I just think they're more sidelined in that route in general since it's Iyozane’s turn to get character development) but honestly it tracks for me.
In the neutral routes, you'll notice that there are quite a few jokes about Fumikado being lost. I’m not posting all of them because tumblr has a 10 picture limit but I'll post a couple.
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There’s a later part of this convo where Fumikado admits they’re actually just lost rather than “going wherever”. Using nonchalance as a cover for something they’re embarrassed about. 
They can admit their flaws however, though they will get defensive in response to others pointing out their flaws, barring special circumstances (especially if those flaws are pointed out in an insulting manner, and Fumikado lives in the Len’en franchise where a lot of dialogue has the tone of a manzai routine so flaws will often be pointed out in an insulting manner). Defensiveness over perceived flaws is definitely part of my experience, though I’m more likely to just cave and apologize immediately to preserve my image with the person who pointed out the flaw.
(Because I feel like I have to defend Tsugumi to those of you who don’t know Len’en, they’re currently sticking around Fumikado and Iyozane purely because they haven’t gotten paid yet and they’re hoping to get money out of them sometime soon. If I were stuck in that situation I would be exactly that rude.)
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Like here. Fumikado was perfectly willing to admit they were lost, but the moment Tsugumi called them a moron over it, they started denying they were lost again.
But alongside the ego hit from getting lost, I would argue that Fumikado is also upset because they aren't solving the problem they set out to solve: Aka, stopping the war. Every minute spent being lost is a minute they're wasting not fixing things and they're supposed to fix things because they're the New Emperor(‘s vessel) and people keep noticing that they're lost even though they're not supposed to get lost! So yeah, I do think they have a good reason to be lamer in the Neutral Route compared to instances where they at least have a clear course of action! (Though like I understand getting annoyed at having to see the Neutral Route dialogue a lot more than you see the dialogue where Fumikado has a clear course of action due to how this game works mechanically.)
Now for the Haze Route.
Honestly, when people are talking about how they like Haze Route Fumikado better, they're definitely talking more about Haze Route Stage 5/6 Fumikado. I don't think the Stage 1s of either the Brilliant or Haze Route in this game count since JynX did swap their Route locations after the demo, but I will note that they're pretty whiny in their dialogue in New Emperor vs Souko.
Over in Stage 2 of this route (where it actually begins) you have Fumikado basically telling Iyozane to think for them because they're tired of thinking using the excuse that an emperor must have faith in their subordinates. But that doesn't feel as relevant to the NPD conversation as the dialogue below. (It would however be relevant to the conversation that Haze Route Fumikado isn’t particularly different from Neutral Route Fumikado until the end.)
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I'm not one to make grandiose promises personally, but it does relate to that one symptom of NPD where we'll set unrealistic goals for ourselves because fulfilling them would make us great. It's also a defense against the assumption that they're a crappy boss.
Skipping ahead to Stage 4 so I can show off this screenshot.
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Us bitches with NPD live off of attention (the specific kind varies from person to person) and like. Not being acknowledged for the good shit I did is also a big thing for me.
Also also, in English, Fumikado says "c'mon" here. But I feel like 「ねぇ」 gives off a more pathetic energy. Like a cat begging to be let inside your room. Or maybe that's more down to my interpretation of Fumikado. Would have to check which in-game sprite gets used here. Either way that's kinda how it feels for me to fish for compliments.
Now we begin what I affectionately refer to as Fumikado’s callout post!
Okay so Stage 5! You remember how Fumikado has a homunculus body? Well, the person that lived there before is mad at them for taking their body! They’ve been sealed up for a long while you see, and their aging has stopped, and- Wait a second, ain’t that a kid? 
You know, I think if anything were to make someone develop NPD, it would be having the expectation that they overthrow the government and become some true emperor’s vessel placed on them since they were a kid.
Anyway, the kid is more mad about magical dementia than anything (not explaining that). At first, Fumikado gives some copes like “You’ll have eternal youth you know” (presuming they didn't know about the magic dementia thing at this point) and “It was necessary for the plan”, but it’s soon pretty clear to them they can’t justify this.
Now! For some dialogue analysis!
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I’m just saying, knowing you were in the wrong does not stop you from being mad at people for talking about you like you’re not there. And you can also see Fumikado’s sense of shame in this screenshot too!
Yeah I don't really have a way to analyze Stage 6 from an NPD perspective aside from the idea that it's implied that Fumikado wasn't as cold-hearted about abandoning Chouki as both they and Chouki claim and like, this is me making up shit but I can totally see this as Fumikado doubling down on a big mistake that they have long lost all ability to recover from.
Welp, that was my badly organized essay! Hope you enjoy and vote for Fumikado in any NPD-themed tournament polls you see.
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lgcjaekyung · 11 months ago
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to jae 💗
Happy birthday my friend
I left you a couple of nail polishes as bday present~
Don’t worry, I know the colors you like
Get drunk have fun live your life
―୨ menace of my life ୧
⤑ ur the best sese ♥  ⤑ you bet I’m gonna tip back a couple >3 ⤑ areumie can’t stop meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee nyehheheh
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mayxthexforce · 1 year ago
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@mutatiio said
anakin freezes when he hears his master's voice, his short arms clinging tight to master agen's leg. he is deathly still, the long cloak completely concealing him. he wasn't truly meant to run from his master, it was instinct that carried him far, far away. he was constantly being told to trust in the force and the force seemed to very much tell him to run from the threat of needles and injections. technically, from anakin's perspective, he is listening to his master. he's just... a couple steps behind with listening.
it was a stroke of luck to find a jedi who would assist in his attempt to evade rather than just give him up. perhaps he had sensed anakin's nervous energy.
when he hears footsteps getting further away, he whispers - not yet revealing himself. "is he gone??"
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It was not often that someone dared interrupt him while he meditated.
If Agen was completely honest, the only times he could recall where he'd been interrupted were few and far between, so much so that he could count them with the fingers of one hand and claim without a shadow of a doubt that the only ones who dared do it were Master Yoda, Master Windu, Kit Fist and Seasee Tiin. Until now.
Despite the interruption, he remained as unperturbed as he did whenever he meditated. His arms ticked into his robes, like usual. Though he was not as focused. While his eyes remained closed and his back remained turned to the hall as he faced one of the Temple's many windows, his attention was focused on Master Kenobi's footsteps. Given any other circumstances, he would pay the man no mind aside from a respectful nod in greeting when they made eye contact in the halls. But he had reasons to pay attention to him, to his footsteps as they got softer and softer until even Agen, with the much sharper than average seses of a Zabrak, couldn't hear him anymore.
"Yes," he said, still keeping his voice low. Agen looked down, moving the fabric of his robes enough to see the face of the boy that sat on his lap. "Why are you hiding from Master Kenobi?"
Agen might not know the man that well, but they were around the same age and had a close friend in common, Quinlan Vos. He was certain that if Obi-Wan was a bad master or a strict one, then Quinlan —who straight up resented authority and strictness because of Tholme— would avoid him at all costs. So, there had to be a good reason for the unease that emanated from the boy in waves.
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jghouse-asia-pacific · 2 years ago
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The Africa Palace
The sun’s slanting rays, lighting up in golden tones every feature of the lush landscape, bathed the two levels of white stone which made up the palace and also the white stone of the other royal buildings lying on the northern edge of the park. The day was cooler now, but the warmth of the evening still could be felt, causing party goers to sweat in the twilight. An assortment of sounds, from raised voices and laughter to music, mixed with one another in strange patterns. The music which filled the warm evening air, Sylvere thought, was getting louder. It seemed to grow more urgent all the time. His eardrums ached; his feet began moving in time to a steady but occasionally syncopated beat.
Anna had made it easy for her guests to indulge. It was obvious she had spared no expense. It was a party few would forget.
Sylvere stood by himself on the terrace of the palace, a magnificent structure which had been erected in the late 1800s and now was known as the Africa Palace. He looked around, scanning the crowd and attempting to identify anyone he might know. At least two hundred people occupied the terrace and the adjacent area, the Welcome Pavilion. Perhaps another 300 people, possibly as many as 500, occupied other parts, including the banquet hall and theater, as well as different venues, such as the restaurant and exhibition halls.
Sylvere didn’t recognize anyone and studied the crowd. The men acted as if they didn’t have a care in the world. The women fawned over the men and laughed and drank among themselves, giving an impression of flippancy, even debauchery. Sylvere sipped lemonade from a glass he held in one hand. A sensation he was being watched came over him. He walked to the edge of the terrace. His new jacket, he realized, as well as his new shirt, fit him well, although his trousers were loose around the waist. The looseness was good, he thought. But certainly Chérubin had done an excellent job in commissioning a tailor in Tervuren to make a new suit for him, especially without his presence in the tailor’s shop or his knowledge of the tailoring job.
At the edge of the terrace Sylvere brought his lemonade up to his lips again. Facing the park, which opened before him in green splendor, he gazed at lawns and statues, pools of water and manicured shrubs before focusing, at last, on the impenetrable forest.
The view from the palace was impressive, much different from others he had seen in Africa, where no stone masons built Renaissance palaces and no gardeners maintained elaborate lawns.
A Woman in the Palace
An older image appeared before his eyes, however, a memory of himself lying on a stretch of hot asphalt near the Université de Kinshasa, struggling to re-gain consciousness. A police officer loomed over him, after striking him with a large baton. The officer was one of hundreds, perhaps thousands deployed by the dictator Mobutu Sese Seko to stamp out opposition to his rule. Dikembe, a fellow student, had picked Sylvere up off the ground and carried him into a store nearby. Dikembe was strong back then.
Now Dikembe was gone, killed during the last couple of days and already rotting in a mass grave in the volcanic fields outside Goma.
Blinking his eyes and seeing a statue of a deer in repose before him, Sylvere realized he didn’t want to be at the Africa Palace. He fought an impulse to dump his lemonade in the trimmed grass by the statue of the deer. He rejected the luxury and excess around him. He felt that everyone important to him either was dead or was threatened with death. He didn’t care about offers of assistance from Anna and Carolina and from Anthony and Bénédicte the nun. They all had a role in the Grand March to Death.
“I need to talk with Pép��,” Sylvere muttered in Kikongo. But his friend Pépé was far away. Where? In Goma? Was he even alive? Sylvere didn’t have an answer.
Sylvere turned to his left shifting his gaze to a statue of a man with a large dog at his feet. The statue, like the statue of the deer, made no sense. If nothing more, the remarks by the American journalist, Leon Johns, delivered in the hotel room two hours before, heightened his sense of alienation. At that moment, Sylvere detected shadowy figures approaching from his left. They stopped two meters away. He turned and saw an elderly, African couple.
“Bon soir, Sylvere,” an old man said quietly. “You don’t know us,” he added speaking in French. “We wanted to introduce ourselves.”
Sylvere stared in disbelief. He had never seen the man before. But the man knew him.
“I am here before you today because of Anthony Lukambo,” the man said looking into Sylvere’s eyes. He spoke now in Lingala. “Whatever else you may have heard about Anthony, you should know he has helped many people.” He glanced at his wife. She replied also in Lingala, “Ten years ago, Anthony saved our lives and the life of our daughter, now a nurse in Paris.” Almost immediately the elderly couple disappeared. But a second, although younger, Congolese couple replaced the first, and quickly proceeded to deliver a similar testimony.
The Palace Grounds
At the base of the stone foundation which supported the terrace looming ten meters overhead, an open, flat field of polished white pebbles extended southward perhaps 15 meters before giving way to a rolling meadow, a silent lake, and a dark forest. In the middle of the field of white pebbles, a tent had been erected, offering party goers a refuge from the crowds converging on the complex of royal buildings above. Inside the large tent made of a thin, almost transparent red fabric with only three walls, a narrow table extended the length of the eastern wall opposite a side open to the humid evening air. On the table rested a row of clear, glass jugs, each sitting on a copper stand and displaying a different liquid refreshment. Toward one end was a large number of short, circular glasses stacked upside down in the shape of a pyramid.
Soft, yellow light came from a lantern attached to the top of the tent.
Entering the tent from the west, Sylvere noticed a container of water with small slices of lemon floating in the water and a container of red wine with larger pieces of orange floating in the wine. He placed a glass in his left hand under the copper spigot attached to the jug of water and pulled the lever with his right hand. A jet of water issued. Quickly, Sylvere filled his glass and closed the lever. He looked to his left. Two couples in their 40s held glasses of wine. They were Flemish and seriously drunk. Sylvere looked away. He brought his glass to his lips. As he drank, he glanced toward the southeastern corner of the tent, where a gap was visible. Through it, Sylvere could just make out, in the twilight, a statue of a boy dressed in the attire of a hunter. It was a third art object which seemed out of place, each one more alien than the last.
“I trust you found the stories of our Congolese friends heartwarming,” a voice said in Lingala, causing Sylvere to turn his head in the direction of the voice. He recognized immediately the derisive tone and next the arrogant face of Serge Ntaganda.
With a rolled-up magazine in one hand and a plate holding several pieces of bread and cheese in his other hand, Serge smiled. In front of the small pyramid of glasses, he laid the magazine and the plate on the table, picked up one of the glasses, and, glancing at Sylvere, walked over to the jug of water. “Anthony has provided a comfortable life for our Congolese brethren,” Serge stated. “He has been very generous to Penelope and me as well,” Serge added. He didn’t look at Sylvere again. “Imagine what he could do for you,” Serge continued throwing back his shoulders and adjusting the collar of his crimson-colored shirt under his blue suit jacket.
People outside the Palace
Serge repulsed Sylvere. Not one of his words about Anthony Lukambo was true. Anthony was a gangster. Everyone knew.
“You,” one of the drunken Flemish men shouted approaching Serge and speaking in French, “aren’t you the guy who hit my car last night outside The Lodge?” It was a restaurant, Sylvere recalled, in the center of Tervuren just down the street from the restaurant, Het Park, where he had eaten dinner with Chérubin the night before.
“Sylvere, here is proof of Anthony’s generosity,” Serge added removing an envelope from a pocket of his jacket and, in one motion, depositing it in a pocket of Sylvere’s jacket. Serge moved past Sylvere and around the drunken Flemish man before disappearing through the gap in the tent.
“Wait,” the drunken Flemish man shouted following Serge but stopping at the gap. The man had witnessed Serge’s passing of the envelope to Sylvere.
“Let’s go, Eduard,” his wife said casting a glance at Sylvere, “we can’t associate with these people.” She took her husband’s arm, and the two of them started walking toward the opposite side of the tent and the warm evening air. The other Flemish man and woman, who appeared to have sobered up, stared at Sylvere for a few moments before walking away too.
Sylvere felt a wave of disgust wash over him. Ripping the envelope out of his pocket, he threw it to the ground, where it burst open, spilling a thick wad of bills onto the polished white pebbles. The breeze entering the tent from the west lifted up one 10,000-euro note, then another one. Within seconds, the notes had scattered in all directions.
Immediately the two Flemish couples re-appeared, rushing back into the tent, frantically scooping up the bills flitting across the polished white pebbles. Serge, too, re-appeared, stopping just inside the gap in the tent, staring at the scene. His jaw dropped, his head shaking. Then he disappeared into the night.
Quickly the two Flemish couples managed to collect all of the bank notes, stuffing them into the pockets of their clothing before getting to their feet. They seemed awe-struck as they looked into the face of Sylvere. They couldn’t believe he had just thrown away so much money, and then let them have it.
At that moment Sylvere’s other hand brushed against the other pocket of his jacket. With a sense of calm looking back at the Flemish couples, Sylvere removed a second envelope and brought it up to his face. It was the invitation to Anna’s party. When he extracted the white card with gilded words inside, he noticed the announcement of a dinner for selected guests at 8:00pm in the restaurant attached to the palace.
He looked at his watch. It was nearly 8:45pm. He was late.
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otpislife · 3 years ago
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maknaefan · 4 years ago
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pov: you’re good friends w sehun and sejeong, and you walk around at night after dinner
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jezidca · 5 years ago
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Se-Se Beginnings
I just wrote my first fanfiction.
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ohsenhun · 6 years ago
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Sejeong and her Sehun hyung
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sanikre · 3 years ago
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hi! the last couple of hours i spent on your page getting nostalgic and sad about seriker:( so thank you for that! they still are the most pure thing that football gave us and i’m gonna be forever sad about how the things turned out. and I wanted to ask I can’t find it anywhere did iker attend sergio’s wedding? and do you think there is a chance for their relationship to get fixed? i mean I know that they are friendly with each other now but something seems off and of course their relationship was affected by Real Madrid bullshit idk i don’t think they had a real fight but probably iker was hurt that sergio his sese didn’t protect and support him back then. what do you think about that?
hi anon! :)
omg, seriously? I also miss seriker a lot, I can't believe there was never any photo of them together after the last meeting with spain nt :(
everything that happened to iker was very unfair, but now I look back and I think it was good for his mental health that he left rm, y'know?? after he joined FC Porto he seemed much happier and relaxed...
well, i heard that iker didn't go to the wedding, but i also saw some mutuals saying he did... but i don't know what the truth is, there are no records that prove his presence :(
I believe they do talk to each other through messages or calls, even because I've noticed that sometimes they put comments on each other's ig posts! but I don't know how close they still are and it also breaks my heart :~
I don't think they had a fight either, I think it's not ''the same thing'' cuz their lifes changed, Iker is in Portugal and Sergio has been in Madrid all ts time, they both have kids and other things to deal with... idk, I don't think their friendship is over but maybe it's not the same as it was 8 years ago. i remember when iker left RM, sergio showed up the next day to travel with the team, and he was so upset and sad.
anyway, i don't know if i was able to answer your questions very well, but i'm open to chat, anon! I also miss seeing them together and how their union meant a lot to those who know them! they really were very strong together, they complemented each other and I can say they were soulmates.
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junquisite · 4 years ago
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Victon as Vampires 6
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I'm sorry this took so long and a special shout-out to the two anons who asked about this and kept me motivated (and slightly stressed) about writing this. This is more of a filler because I had been having trouble writing and someone (ahem the love of my life, @etherealyoun ) told me I should write little if I want to but can't. So here it is.
Anticipate the next part, something big might happen :))
Saeri woke up disoriented in someone else's bed but before she could freak out, she heard voices outside. And everything that happened the night before came to her.
She couldn't help the blush that crept up when she thought of Sejun and she shook her head to get a grip on herself.
After freshening up, she went downstairs to see everyone lounging in the kitchen.
"You all don't even eat?" She asked and everyone shrugged as Hanse passed her a bowl of cereal.
"I know you like them crunchy." He said as he avoided her eyes as she went to stand in front of him.
"Dont worry my Sese!" She said as she pulled his cheek and he looked away.
Chan cleared his throat and she turned to him.
"So I heard you got into some action last night our dear Saeri." He said as he wiggled his eyebrows at her and pointed at the seat beside him while a smirking Subin sat in front of him.
She groaned as she realised these were the two members who were missing yesterday and both of them won't let her leave easily.
Then it clicked to her.
"Where's Seungsik and Sejun?"
All the four males avoided her eyes and she saw as a freshly dressed Seungwoo entered the kitchen so she directed her question to him.
He looked like a deer caught in headlight as he looked at the other and she whined.
"What is it? Why are you guys not telling me?" And she saw Seungwoo sigh.
"They.. are sort of in a silent war? Seungsik hyung wasn't in favour of what Sejun did to you yesterday even if you had your consent in it and Sejun was quite offended by it so..they left a couple hours ago. Separately ofcourse."
And she sighed. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
"Don't worry Saeri-ah. They'll make up. Seungsik hyung can't stay mad at Someone for too long and nor can Sejun. It wasn't your fault." Subin said and she nodded.
Noticing the dampening mood, Byungchan got up and nudged her.
"We'll be late for class! Let's go!"
~A few days later ~
"Hyung! Hyung! Can you take the rest of the day off?" Byungchan said hurriedly and Seungsik bowed at the doctor he was talking to and went to his own cabin as he tried to calm the youngest member down.
"What wrong byungchannie?"
"It's Saeri."
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