#wanted to take a short nap after class. i ended up in bed for like four hours

[plumberrypudding]

oooooo practicing being kind and forgiving towards myself when i do things that are actually out of my control is sooooo difficult. having any sort of disorder or condition which effects your behavior is so so so so frustrating. because there’s always that layer of thought going “you should know better. you should just do the things you know you’re supposed to” but i have the not doing things i’m supposed to do disorder!! this is SO fucking frustrating and i feel stupid!!! i KNOW my behavior patterns shouldn’t look like this. i KNOW i shouldn’t be doing what i am. but i can’t help it, i can’t win, and it feels like my fault. i know it’s not, it’s nobody’s fault, but it feels like my fault.

[yoditopascal]

After Hours

“I'm fallin' in too deep. Without you, don't wanna sleep. 'Cause my heart belongs to you. I'll risk it all for you. I want you next to me.”

warnings: fluff, established relationships, suggested smut

Jason pushed the windows open as he came in the room with a yawn.

Taking off his Red Hood helmet he tossed it to the side as he shuffled outta his costume.

“C’mon, seriously,” he muttered as he stood in the doorway, pants at his ankles in nothing but his Wonder Woman boxers “it’s like 5am what are you still doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep, too much to do.”

“Like what?” He asked resting a hand on his hip

“I got a shit ton of math work due soon plus I need to finish my essay annnnd I work tomorrow.” You shrugged taking a sip of your cold coffee

“You know you can’t survive purely on caffeine, right?” He sighs

“Like you’re any better.” You replied

“At least I eat.” He argued back

“Barely!”

“Come on. Take a break.” He said sitting next to you on the bed while resting a hand on your back.

“I can’t,” you said, lifting your head to face him. You had so much to do. So much to study and so little time for it all.

“Come on,” he said again, grabbing your hand and tugging you to him. “Just for the day. You’ll feel better after. I promise.”

It was Jason’s idea to take you out to the small park around the block from your shared apartment in the Hill, after a short nap and some breakfast at your favorite diner. It was a sunny day and it was well deserved after finishing a grueling week of college classes, trying to earn your bachelor’s degree.

His smart cookie Jason liked to call you.

As you walked, wandering around the park pointing out different animals, feeding birds and just talking to each other, Jason tries to place his hand in your back pocket but when he realizes you’re wearing joggers, his favorite ones he might add, the ones that hug the curves of your ass just right, he rests his hand right over your ass.

“Really?” You chuckle as you lean into his side savoring his warmth

“What? I can’t help myself, that thing is like a magnet.” He shrugged bringing his hand to rest on your hip as you walked.

You stayed at the park for what felt like hours just enjoying each other’s company till the sky started to turn orange and your bellies started to rumble with hunger.

“Let’s head back.” Jason said as he stood from his spot on the park bench you two had stopped to rest at, pulling you with him by the hand as he led you back to the apartment.

Back at the apartment, Jason had you wait in the living room while he cleaned up the room a bit. When you were finally allowed to enter the room you aww’ed at how sweet he was being.

Jason had a whole set up for you. He changed the sheets and comforter and had the tv set up to your favorite show. Candles were lit on the end tables and a few small snacks were set out too.

“What do you say babe wanna Netflix and chill for a bit?”

Chilling was definitely the word you would use for what y’all did. Both of you had stripped down and threw on your pajamas, yours being a pair of shorts and one of Jason’s shirts, and his being a old t-shirt and his favorite pair of green joggers, and jumped right into bed.

You ended up watching almost a whole season of your favorite show while Jason just laid at your side and read his book.

A few hours later and the sky was dark, stars were starting to shine brightly in the sky. Jason stepped out to go and grab some food from y’all’s favorite local diner again. When he got back the room was dark, the tv was off and you were nowhere in sight.

Panic gripped his chest for a split second before he realized the window to the fire escape was open, climbing up it he was met with the sight of you sitting on the rooftop peacefully watching the sky as you hummed to yourself.

“Whatchu doing out here?” Jason asked as he plopped down next to you on the rooftop. He had the burgers he had gone to pick up in one hard and your drinks in the other.

“Nothing. Just clearing my head.” You leaned forward to rest your cheek on your knees, while staring at him a small smile creeping up on your face.

“What’s with the look?”

“You have no idea how much I appreciate you Jay.” You smiled up at him

“Stop before I puke” he said turning away from you to hide the small pink tint to his cheeks. Compliments weren’t really his thing but you always liked to shower him with them

“I’m serious!”

“Yeah whatever eat your food.” he said handing you your burger and drink. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes as you ate you leaning into him every so often as you hummed in satisfaction, him rolling his eyes at you but smiling behind his burger as you did so.

The two of you sat and enjoyed the quiet, simply watching the stars and just enjoying each other’s company. Jason kept glancing back at you now and again, whether it was to make sure you were still there or just to appreciate your face you weren’t sure but you accepted the attention nonetheless.

“I’m surprised you took the night off.” You said as you leaned back into his side.

“Roy’s got it covered.” He said stretching out and placing a blanket around you both

“How is Roy?” You asked

“Roy’s…Roy.” He shrugged

You snuggle a bit closer trying to steal his body heat which made him chuckle

“You heat vulture.”

“What? It’s chilly!” You shrug

You’re practically in his lap, legs draped over his, when you start to play with his hair, fingers running through his scalp massaging it as he leaning into your touch

“Whatcha doin there, princess?”

Your fingers move down to play with the hair at the back of his neck. “Just enjoying your company is all.”

“Mhm. Are you hoping to continue to enjoy my company?” He hums in response as he cocks his brow at you suggestively.

You chuckle and he gives you a look

“Well, I guess I can invite you in for a few minutes, Mr. Red Hood.”

He smirks as his fingers dancing across your neck and collarbone before coming to rest on your jaw “How thoughtful of you.”

He caught your mouth with his own the kiss starting off gentle but quickly evolving

Pulling away from the now bruising kiss Jason kissed and nipped along your jaw to neck mouthing at the spot he knew never failed to make you weak in the knees.

You let out a breathless moan as he worked at your neck leaving dark love marks in his wake before finding his way back up to your lips with a smile, a shiver runs down your spine.

He pulls you closer, running his hands across your body, lingering on your thighs and ass. The blanket falls from around you two pooling around your heated bodies.

Jason licked at your mouth asking for entrance which you were all too happy to oblige. He ran his tongue along yours, deepening the kiss once more as you tilted your head to give him better access to your mouth.

He lifted you up without breaking the kiss putting you in his lap quickly picking up in intensity as he kissed you again and again. Your legs encircled his hips as he groped and dragged you into him slowly but heatedly grinding himself to your core.

Just as his hands found your waistband and started wandering a little further south you pulled away from his lips with a wet pop.

“We’re on the roof Jay.”

“Right.” he said, sounding a little embarrassed that he had gotten so carried away out in the open like that. He buries his face in your neck and inhales, trying to calm himself down. You smell good he realizes but he pushes the thought back down.

You peck his lips on last time before pushing off of him. You stood and stretched before grabbing his hand and leading him back down the fire escape to your cozy little apartment.

Pushing him down onto the mattress Jason smirked up at you before looking at you in confusion.

“Wait where are you going?” he said watching you grab a towel.

“I have to shower,” You said dryly, taking off your clothes, turning to face him, you cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Care to join me?”

Jumping up from the bed Jason scooped you up into his arms carrying you into the bathroom with him

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer.”

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Dads, Dads, and more Dads

I did something I shouldn't have! My buds all bailed on our night out, so I hit the bar and got hammered by myself. Somehow, I ended up blackout drunk in a fortune teller's shop. I remember crying about how much I wanted a fatherly figure in my life. She did this weird ritual to make me feel better. I thought it was a joke at the time, but I know now it wasn't...

"Buddy, get out of bed! Breakfast is ready!"

A pang of guilt empties my stomach. For a moment, I stare at the ceiling with absolutely no urge to eat. It's been two days since that fortune teller put a curse on me, and I have no idea how to live with myself. I obviously can't pretend her little ritual wasn't real anymore.

"Hey, Josh," I nervously answer, stepping into the kitchen to look at my roommate.

"Can't sleep all day, buddy. Eat up!" Josh gives me an endearing smile that sends shivers down my spine.

A few days ago, Josh was a lazy, rude asshole who was only good for paying his part of the rent. We were chill enough roommates, but he only ever talked to me when he wanted a second opinion on girls he saw at the gym. The guy was easily the biggest douchebag in our friend group, always showing off and making someone else the butt of his joke.

Looking at him now, I'd laugh! If only I didn't feel so guilty for his personality's erasure.

"Look at the time! I better get moving. That yard won't maintain itself!" Josh flashes the brand new watch on his wrist. The thing is clunky and old: the kind of wristwatch you'd expect a dad to wear.

"You know we're only renting this place for the semester, right?" I search his expression for any trace of the slimy old Josh, "The landlord is supposed to take care of the yard!"

Josh just chuckles and mutters something about wanting to impress the neighbors. He even has the audacity to reach out and tussle my hair. My face gets hot as a guy, only a month older than myself, treats me like a child.

That curse really screwed up his brain. When Josh found me the morning after, something just broke in him. He immediately jumped to my side and promised to help me nurse my hangover, and it didn't stop there. After he tucked me in for a nap, he drove straight to the mall, buying a whole new wardrobe of cargo shorts and polos. I thought he was just hitting the gym like usual, so when he came back dressed up like the suburban father he hates, I barely even recognized him.

"Have a good day, buddy!"

Josh ignores my protests and plants a big smooch on the back of my head before marching out of the kitchen. It was bad enough my roommate was calling me buddy! Does he really have to kiss me like that too? It makes me uncomfortable to see my scummiest friend infused with such insane paternal instincts, but this is kind of what I asked for. Right?

I slam the back door shut and look at my rusty old bike. Today is already getting on my nerves and I'm not in the mood to peddle all the way to class. Maybe, that guy next door hasn't left for work yet...

"Oh, hey there, Kiddo!"

The deep voice of my neighbor makes me relax a little. I see all six and a half feet of him climb out of the car and stare at me with the same look Josh had on earlier. He's a father of four, but ever since my night out, he looks at me like I'm him his only real son.

"Hey, Mr. Jones," I mumble back.

"Glad I caught you, Kiddo. I was just about to pull out of the driveway," he explains, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder, "You want a me to drive you to class today?"

I push aside my feelings of guilt and manage a smile, "That'd be great."

Mr. Jones beams back brilliantly. He claps me on the back, which knocks me a bit off balance. Before I know it, he's guiding me into his passenger seat and asking me to hold his briefcase.

"Just let me text work to let them know I'm coming in later than normal," he adds while texting on his flip phone, "How are classes going, kiddo?"

I shrug off the question with a one-word answer. Now that everyone's forced to act like my dad, I get asked about my classes like twenty times a day. My thoughts drift, but Mr. Jones keeps up the conversation, lecturing me about good grades or something. I don't know how a guy who barely knows me can have so many opinions about my academics!

"You know what!" I cut him off just before he starts reminiscing on his own college years, "Just drop me off at this cafe."

Worry lines form on his forehead, "Are you sure you don't want me to drive you the whole way?

"No. Just give me some cash."

Mr. Jones gives me a look of disappointment before shimmying his wallet out of his khakis. He counts off forty dollars and hands it over.

"Can I have a little more?" I press quietly.

Look, I know it's wrong to abuse this bizarre new dynamic between us, but I'm a poor college kid! If he doesn't want to give me his money, he can just say no. It's not like I'm holding a gun to his head!

"Sure thing, kiddo," he gives me a dry smile and pulls out a couple more twenties, "Don't spend it all in one place!"

"Ok, bye," I awkwardly announce and hop out.

"Wait!" his husky baritone calls from the car window, "You want a ride home after class?"

"Nope! Just go back to your own life," I yell stiffly. Even though I don't turn to watch him drive off, I hear his car pull away. It's just a car, but it somehow sounds disappointed in me too. I try to swallow the growing lump in my throat and step into the cafe for some much needed coffee...

"Morning, young man. What can I get you?"

The lump in my throat seems to get bigger when I see the waiter. He's a lot hotter of a man than I expected to find in this little cafe.

Already, the way he looks at me is shifting. That curse is transforming whatever thoughts he'd just had in his head. He's feeling more and more protective and responsible for me with every second he looks at me. At this point, I've grown accustomed to the mysterious effect I have on older guys. It's only been a few days, but I've seen so many random dudes go through this psychological transition. It's like they're discovering a new purpose in life: me.

"Uh yeah, I guess a cappuccino would be nice," I mutter with a dry mouth.

"You got it, young man!" he gives me a friendly wink, "Anything else I can get you?"

I know I shouldn't push my luck, but I can't help myself with this guy, "A hug would be nice! I've been feeling a bit isolated lately..."

The waiter instantly puts his pen and paper down and holds out his arms. His welcoming smile is gone, and a look of genuine concern waits for me, "Come here."

I practically leap into his arms, and he eagerly accepts me, pulling me into his chest like it's where I belong. It feels amazing to be held by this man, even if I don't know him at all. I could stay here all day if he'd let me.

"Seems like you're enjoying the hug," the waiter eventually chuckles into my ear.

For a second, I'm confused, but then I realize I'm fully erect and the waiter can definitely feel it poking into his waist.

"Sorry!" I jump back, searching for any other witnesses.

"Hey, don't be!" he assures me, "It's a completely normal part of life, ok?"

"You're not mad?" my voice comes out more timid than I expected, but I can't help myself. I just accidentally boned up someone who was trying to be nice. What makes it worse, is that he's probably only trying to be nice because of my ridiculous curse.

"Of course not," he affirms, "I can help you take care of it, if that's ok, young man?"

"What do you mean?" My face burns red hot.

"Oh, let me show you," he grabs me by the hand and leads me away from the table, "There's no need to be ashamed of any part of your body! In fact, this part can be a lot of fun."

I'm left speechless as the waiter gives me another fatherly wink, but I can't linger on what he's said. I'm being pulled into the men's restroom. I hear the click of the door locking behind us as he pulls me in front of the mirror, sliding up behind me. I can feel his chest on my back and his thighs against my ass.

If I was hard before, I'm practically bursting now!

"It's time you had the talk, young man," he calmly speaks in my ear like this is a completely normal thing for a waiter to do.

He starts droning on about men, women, sex, and where babies come from, but I'm not listening. I obviously know what sex is, and I think I'm having it right now. His hands slip under my arms and wrap around my waist to unzip my pants. My rock-hard cock bursts out of my jeans the second they're open, and a moan of surprised ecstasy fumbles over my lips just when the waiter gets to his point on male anatomy.

Does the waiter really believe a dad should do this for their sons?

He starts talking me through how to jack off. He must think I've never masturbated before, and I'm sure as hell not telling him that I have! Hearing him narrate every wrist movement, every ball tug, every nipple pinch is just too much fun! Before long, the waiter has me violently shooting on our reflections in the mirror.

"And there you go," he pats me on the back while I stand there stunned. The waiter steps back and looks at me like he's proud of the great life lesson he'd just taught me, "Now you know how to get rid of those boners of yours. Let me go get your coffee started."

I stand in the bathroom, collecting myself, as the waiter finally tends to my coffee order. This dad-curse the fortune teller gave me might be more fun than I originally thought. If I can get one daddy to randomly jack me off, then who knows what else I can do! Rushing out of the bathroom, I already have so many ideas flooding through my head...

"Excuse me, sir!"

"Sorry!" I shout.

In my excitement, I almost crash into the cafe's porter. A little less graceful, and I would have sent every single dish crashing to the floor. Glancing at the face of my would-be victim, I almost moan when I see get a good look at him. I can tell his head is already filling up with the same artificial need to be my father.

"No damage done," he assures me, lingering back to stare at me like I'm some lost puppy.

"Don't you...um...have to bus some tables or something," I breath nervously.

"Oh yeah," he frowns, "Sorry to get in your way."

He shakes his head like he's trying to lose the strange new thoughts in his brain. I stand there frozen like a deer in headlights as he walks away. He glances back at me before turning his attention to a cluttered table.

"Wait!" I yell, "Come back!"

The busboy drops the tub of dirty dishes and rushes back over like his life depends on it. The sight of this worried hunk running back to me makes me hard all over again.

I grab him and pull him into a hug, but his arms quickly take over and support me. Once again, my boner is rock hard and poking into the body of some random guy I just met!

"You have a car?" I ask.

"Yeah."

"You want to drive me around?"

"Of course!" he yanks off his apron and puts a hand on my back.

The waiter comes back around and hands me my coffee, looking at his coworker in utter confusion.

"Cover his shift," I demand, "He's driving me to school."

The waiter nods with an open mouth. He does look completely confused, but there's also a hint of jealousy in his stare. I think he's mad the busser gets to chauffeur me around: poor guy.

The porter doesn't seem bothered to be walking out of his job. He's busy smiling at me like I'm his whole world. I slide into his humble car and tell him where my class is. Before long, he's pulling out of the parking lot and driving me to school. I use our time to get to know him. I'm honestly not all that interested in learning about his life, but I do enjoy watching him talk. It doesn't take a while for us to get to campus, but before I get out I grab his hand and put on my best puppy dog eyes.

"I don't know when you get off work, but I'd love it if you came by my apartment. My roommate is trying to clean it up, but he could really use the help of someone more experienced."

"I love housework!" he just answers, "I'll be there!"

I snicker and slam the car door shut. I might be an hour late, but I'm finally here for class. It's time to give my professor a visit...

"Yeah, I can unbutton my shirt!"

My professor fell under my spell just as fast as the others. He had a look of anger when I walked in; probably from me skipping his class, but that expression quickly warped as he looked at me. Within seconds he was rounding his desk to give me a big old hug. Apparently, he "forgave" me for being so late.

"You like what you see?" he asks, gesturing to his hairy chest, "Trying to check out your old man?"

"You're my old man?" I ask, kind of surprised by the goofy smile on his face.

"Well, no," he bumbles, "But I am a strong male influence in your life! I'm like your dad!"

I nod my head like he's just made a really good point, "Oh. Then you probably want to treat me like your son. Right?"

"Yeah!" he holds his arms out to animate his enthusiasm.

Professor Reid has a reputation for being stiff and demanding in the classroom, so his new personality completely contradicts his true character. The man I know would never smile at a student, let alone bare his chest to them.

"So, I'm off the hook for missing today's class right?"

"Well," he pauses, "Sure."

"Can I skip the rest of the semester?"

"What, no. I want you to have a good education, my boy!"

I creep up to him and place my hands on his hairy torso, feeling the fur and the weight of his body. Professor Reid sure has a lot to hide under all those dress shirts he always wears.

"I'm just so lucky to have a daddy like you," I purr, "A daddy who's willing to do everything he can for me."

My professor grabs my arm and stares into my eyes. With a serious tone, "I am willing to do everything for you, my boy."

"Alright," I smile, "You should give me private lessons then..."

"What a great idea," he's back to grinning like an idiot.

"...and you should always do it in your underwear!"

"I can do that. From now on, I'll be stripped and ready before you come in!" He smiles at me like this is the best decision he's ever made in his life.

"Alright, now pull the rest of your clothes off," I command, "I want to see what the rest of my daddy looks like."

Mr. Reid doesn't hesitate to start stripping in front of his favorite student. I could probably get this guy to do anything now. I can already imagine our private lessons; me lounging in his leather armchair and him on his knees with his mouth full. Maybe that curse isn't a curse at all. Maybe it's actually a gift...

"Hey, buddy! How was class today?"

Josh looks tired from a long day of yardwork, but he still seems excited for me to come home. The lawn looks immaculate compared to our neighbors', and I have my roommate to thank for that.

"The grass looks great, dad."

"Dad! Woah!" Josh yells ecstatically, "Buddy, I can't tell you how much it means to hear you say that."

Josh sweeps me up in his arms. Apparently, it doesn't bother him to be the father figure of a guy only a few months younger than himself. It doesn't bother me anymore either. I kind of like that he smells like aftershave and bacon now instead of weed and sweat.

"Let's go inside, buddy. I'll cook something up for dinner," Josh says with a hand on my back. I'm already growing so accustomed to being guided around everywhere.

"Actually, I invited a guy to come over," I admit, "He can cook. You should relax. You got a lot of work done today, dad."

"I did, didn't I?" he smiles proudly, "Let me grab a beer, then. We can watch TV."

"Actually, I thought there might be something else you'd enjoy."

"You know me so well, buddy. What are you thinking?"

"You could bend over the couch..."

Josh cringes and shakes his head. Once again, it's like he's fighting the foreign thoughts entering his head.

"...I know how much you like to make me happy, and I really want to pound ass right now."

For a second, a look of horror flashes over his face, but it's gone in an instant. A bright fatherly smile spreads between his cheeks.

"That sounds perfect, buddy. Enjoy yourself."

Josh doesn't look away as he unbuttons his cargo shorts, smiling at me with love and devotion the entire time. He seems completely relaxed as he bends over the couch, and he only seems to become more comfortable as he spreads his cheeks apart.

Once again, I'm rock hard as I stare at one of my dads. This curse might have made me feel guilty before, but Josh said it himself.

I think I will enjoy myself.

Thanks for the ASK, Vebrendos

[mintsbubbletea]

𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐢𝐝𝐚- 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞

Word Count: 1,148

Contains: No pronouns mentioned, AFAB, cursing, drinking, grinding, kissing, pills

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You were jolted awake by the sun's rays hitting your face, interrupting what felt like the shortest nap ever. You shielded your eyes with your hands, desperately attempting to block out the bright light. With a grumble, you tried to close the curtains, wanting to stay in bed and avoid the day ahead. But they wouldn't budge, forcing you to begrudgingly get up and push them shut. Rubbing your eyes, you glanced at the clock on your nightstand and saw that it was time to start getting ready for school.

"Damn it" you muttered, realizing you had only fallen asleep an hour ago. The night before, you and some classmates had gone to a nearby party to celebrate passing a test. Well, it was mostly Iida bombarding you with information and making you take notes, followed by a surprise quiz that helped you pass the test. But you were determined to let loose and indulge in some partying. You remembered dancing and drinking with Mina, Denki, Jiro, and Sero after sneaking out of the dorms. Mina had kept the drinks flowing, and you had all let loose, grinding on Mina and dragging Sero in on the fun and singing along to the music. The night had ended at 6am when you finally stumbled back to your room, exhausted and still in your party clothes.

You thought to yourself, "What if I decide not to go?" However, the memory of the last time you skipped class and faced Iida's disapproval quickly came to mind. He had lectured you about setting a bad example, especially since you were dating the class representative. As a loving girlfriend, you couldn't bear to disappoint him. Hastily, you removed your clothes and reached for your uniform, which was neatly placed on the chair. Slipping into the skirt, you put on the knee-high socks and buttoned up the white button-down shirt, finally adding your blazer. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you noticed the faint bags under your eyes. With a shrug, you accepted that there was no time for makeup.

Grabbing your bag, you slipped on your shoes and made your way downstairs to the kitchen. You quickly brewed a cup of coffee, knowing it would be your lifeline for the day. Finally, you arrived at school, passing by other students as you entered your classroom. Surprisingly, your seat was right next to Iida's. As you set down the paper coffee cup and sat down, your expression revealed your exhaustion. Just as Tenya was about to say something, you pulled out a can of Monster from your bag. Pouring it into your coffee, you turned to face Tenya, who looked genuinely concerned. "Y/n, what are you-"

You interrupted him abruptly. "I'm going to die," you declared before gulping down the coffee now infused with Monster. His eyes widened in alarm as he tried to grab the cup, but you had already finished it. "What's gotten into you? Mixing those drinks can be risky," he scolded, observing your fatigued expression. "Did you pull an all-nighter again?" he inquired. You weakly nodded, your eyelids drooping and your heart racing. He let out a soft sigh, adjusting his glasses with a hand. "How many times do I have to remind you to take care of yourself? You need some decent sleep to function properly. How long did you manage to sleep?" he probed, already anticipating a short answer.

You blinked wearily before responding. "One hour," you admitted, rubbing your eyes tiredly. "Well, at least it's better than last time. Did you have breakfast at least?" he pressed. You nervously smiled, aware that a lecture on the importance of breakfast was imminent. "Oh, Y/n. I've emphasized countless times how crucial breakfast is; it's the most important meal of the day," he scolded, chopping the air. "You're going to be the death of me, you know."

Iida wasted no time after class, ushering you to his dorm. He knew that if he didn't, you'd either crash from exhaustion or pull an all-nighter without eating. "Sit," he instructed, pointing to his desk. "Ten, I'm fine, I just need-"

"I told you to sit, didn't I?" he interrupted. You complied, unsure of what he had in mind. "Stay put, I'll be right back." Fifteen minutes later, he returned with a bag. Placing it on the desk, he pulled out a pill bottle and a container of soup. "Take these," he said, handing you a pill. You stared at it in your hand, then back up at him. "What's this for?" you inquired.

You stared at him in shock, not realizing he knew about your night out. "How did you find out?" you questioned, popping the pill into your mouth and washing it down with water. Tenya pulled a container out of his bag, releasing the aroma of miso soup. "Firstly, as your boyfriend, I can read you like a book - your behavior, your speech. Secondly, you sent me a ton of videos and photos," he chuckled, displaying images of you dancing and getting close with Mina. One photo even showed you two kissing, but it didn't seem to faze Tenya. Blushing, you turned away. "I can't believe I snitched on myself," you muttered, only to hear a video playing on his phone.

"Ten. I really miss you a lot. You glanced at his phone and saw yourself on the screen, with music playing in the background and clearly intoxicated. "Like fuck, I wish you were here with me. We should be out dancing and having drinks together, but instead, you're being a good boy and sleeping," you slurred in the video. "I don't even know how I managed to get someone like you. You're so intelligent, attractive, and always make the right choices, while I'm just a wild mess causing chaos. Are you really in love with me?" The video came to an end.

He shut you up with a spoonful of soup, and you eagerly swallowed it, savoring the delicious broth as it slid down your throat. You hadn't realized just how hungry you were. "Even though we're complete opposites, you bring out my wild side," he said, his voice filled with affection. "You make me loosen up and enjoy life outside of school, something I rarely do. And in return, I help you stay calm and focused on your studies. I think we're a perfect match, don't you?"

You nodded, completely agreeing with him, as he lovingly fed you another spoonful of soup. "I love how you see it that way. It only makes me love you more," you replied, looking up at him with tired eyes that were growing heavier by the second. "Let's finish the soup, and then you can finally get some sleep, okay?"

"Okay," you smiled, feeling a sense of warmth and contentment as he leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead.

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[remusslove]

♡: hii, hru? well if i can i would love request an agere!reader and drugdealer!theodore pls?, where the reader its getting bullied, and she hide it from theodore, but one day he see the reader getting hurted by her stalkers and he deffends her. and later he consolates her? ik its so cliche but i love that concept of being protected and recive care 😭 ty and sending a lot of love! <33 🎀🎀💗 (btw i used she/her pronouns cuz im a woman but its your choise if u want to use them or not!)

So do I girl. So do I.

Bullied~ dealer!theo x agere!reader

Your day was going good, you woke up extra early to get an extra hour for studying and felt as fresh as a daisy ever since Theodore gave you a new sleep schedule.

You turned around the corner as you walked down the hall everyone could’ve seen how afloat you looked if it weren’t empty due to how early it was.

You stopped in your tracks seeing your bully and their friends. “Well, well, well, m’ guessing your going to the kitchens for a bottle of milk?” They teased causing their friends to burst out in laughter. “No. Leave me alone” you said rather bravely though the clouds in your eyes looked as if you were about to cry.

“Careful now y/n. Just because you act like a baby doesn’t mean I’ll treat you like one.” They said in a calm voice sending shudders down your spine.

You continued walking not wanting to look them in the eyes. The confidence you had seconds ago quickly leaving your mind.“I better not see you alone next time y/n. Never know what someone would do to a little bitty thing like you.” You whimpered quietly reaching the end of the hall.

You knocked hesitantly on your lovers door. He perked up discarding the joints on his tray knowing it was you.

He opened the door with a soft smile but the smile soon fading once he saw a tear run down your cheek. “What’s wrong angel? Did somebody hurt you?” He asked worriedly pulling you in his private dorm by your arm and locking the door.

For a second you were going to tell him. About everything. But you remembered what they said they’d do if you told anyone.

“Nothing Theo just got a bad grade on my test.” You Lied trying to paste a small smile on your face. That time he brushed it off but the past few days you’ve haven’t slipped. Usually you slip very often, like a couple days which made him extra suspicious.

You stopped breathing feeling your heart sink down to your stomach. Your bully walking towards you with a pissed off look on their face. They pushed you against the wall causing you to yelp in pain.

Grabbing you by your collar as you head was pushed against the wall. “You fucking told on me didnt you?! That’s why that fucking boyfriend of yours keeps fucking watching me hm?!” They shouted as you began crying. “M’ didnt I swear!” They scoffed at you before taking their hands off you, as you curled in yourself hiding your face into your knees.

“Your pathetic.” With that insult they left you there. You stood up on shaky legs quickly grabbing your discarded school bag.

Theodore’s eyes widened his eyes darting across your face seeing your dried up tears and noticing your uneven breaths. “It’s okay it’s okay” he whispered into your ear before grabbing your hand.

Once you calmed down and explained everything your breath hitched seeing the uneven and short breaths coming out his nose.

~~~~

Next day after Theodore hid in the halls during classes wanting to catch the person that’s been fucking with you.

And he did.

Giving them a good punch which brang them to the floor. A few minutes later they were on the floor with a broken nose, swollen eyes, and a possible cracked rib with blood spilling out their mouth.

Theodor gathered his things, wiping the blood from his mouth and leaving them there in their own tears.

He silently opened the door knowing you were on the other side of it taking a nap. He tiptoed to the dresser putting his uniform away and softly climbing into bed with you.

The presence behind you made you roll yourself tighter into the covers. “Theo?” You asked curiously making him smile as your rubbed your eyes tiredly. “It’s me princess, go back to sleep” he reassured you, pulling your waist closer to his.

[lambertdiary]

Same Mistakes

Anon requested: Dalton cheats on reader and she doesn't know but she notices their relationship is coming to an end cause he's acting weird and distant, then when she finds out and confronts him about it he begs her to stay.

A/N: As we all know I'm stupid and now my inbox is gone, but I started working on this request before I deleted it and I'm like 85% sure that's what the request said. If this is your request please let me know if this is what you wanted!! Thanks for requesting, I hope you like it!!

Word Count: 5.2k+

Warnings: angst, cheating, language, heated arguments, brief mentions of sex

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She had a bad feeling but she was too scared to look into it, terrified she would be right. 

Truth is, she started feeling like that just a few weeks ago, when she went back to Dalton’s dorm to surprise him with lunch and found an empty room and the bed unmade from somebody sleeping on it. Any other day that would’ve been completely normal, but she had stayed with him the night before and made the bed as soon as they both got up to get ready for class, leaving a perfectly made bed for them to come back to. 

Before that day, she would’ve never in a million years thought that Dalton would cheat on her. He had always been so loving and caring, even before they started dating, and once they became a thing he would constantly remind her how much he loved her, and on special days he was the most romantic person ever, and she always thought that she would spend the rest of her life with him, but now… she didn’t wanna think about it, but she couldn’t bury the thought of him with someone else after it crossed her mind briefly while looking at the messy bed.

Later that day she asked him about it, trying hard not to sound like she was accusing him of something, but his excuse just made her feel worse, her suspicions growing.

“What do you mean?” He asked as he inspected his bed, unsure of what was wrong with it. 

“Well, you know, I made the bed this morning before we left, remember?”

“Oh, uh- yeah, I came back to- to take a nap” He stuttered, not even looking at her. 

But it kept happening, a few more times.

Things started to change after that. He cancelled on the plans they had, he suddenly was too busy every afternoon and her presence might be a distraction, he was so tired at night he didn’t have the energy for anything and he even asked her to go back to sleep in her own dorm, claiming the beds were too small to comfortably fit two people, even though they were used to sleeping together.

Long story short he was distant, he was never around anymore and even when he was, she felt like she was missing him. He was just… different, and she was beating herself up wondering what had changed.

He on the other hand didn’t miss her, seeing he didn’t make an effort anymore and he could go days without answering a text or returning a call, ​​and it was not because Y/N took a long time to reply, she would always respond in a heartbeat if it was him. If it weren’t for her visiting his dorm every now and then to make sure he was doing okay, they wouldn’t talk to each other at all.

But today she was feeling hopeful. It was their anniversary and they had a date night planned, a date he didn’t cancel, so she took the entire afternoon to do her nails, her hair and pick a beautiful dress to wear. Her makeup took her a while but she still managed to be ready on time, so she made her way to his dorm, her palms sweating when she knocked on the door.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Was the first thing he asked, wiping her smile off of her face.

“I thought we would go out tonight” She replied, looking down at her hands to hide her disappointment.

“Oh- I guess I forgot to tell you but I remembered I have an important project for tomorrow, so I’m not gonna make it” The door was barely open and he was standing where the crack was, blocking his room as he held the door with a strong grip.

“Okay” Her voice was so faint she barely heard it herself “Do you need help? I could stay here for a couple of hours”

“No, don’t worry about it. I think it’s better if you leave”

Tears pricked her eyes, swallowing the small lump forming in her throat “Why?”

“Well, I’m busy with schoolwork and you can’t really help me with an art project, can you?”

She shook her head slowly “I guess I’m leaving then”

The tears she had been holding started to fall as soon as she turned around, she could feel her mascara clumping on her eyelashes and forming black streaks down her cheeks, ruining the contour and highlight she applied in hopes of impressing her boyfriend. She ran upstairs, knocking on Chris’ door desperately. 

“Oh my god, Y/N. Are you okay?” Chris asked her when she saw the mascara tears.

She shook her head as she entered the room, small whimpers leaving her lips as she tried to stop the crying.

“What happened?” Chris took her hand and guided her to her bed.

“Dalton” 

“What about Dalton?”

“I think he’s cheating on me” She had never said that out loud, and saying it broke her heart even more “I wish I was crazy but the signs… I know he is”

“I’m not trying to defend him or anything, but what makes you think that?”

“Everything, Chris. He has been acting so… distant. Ever since-” She stopped herself. She never told anyone his relationship with Dalton wasn’t doing so well, making up excuses to cover his. She just wanted to hold on to everyone else thinking they were a perfect couple.

“What? Have you guys been fighting?”

Y/N took a deep breath before saying “Remember the last night I stayed over at his dorm?” She nodded in response “Well, later that day I went back to surprise him with lunch, but he wasn’t there and the bed was a complete mess, and you know I always make the bed when I wake up. He said he went back to take a nap but you know Dalton, he has a hard time sleeping and when he does sleep it’s never during the day”

Chris didn’t know what to say, she wanted to comfort her but she didn’t know how “And he’s been acting weird since then?”

Y/N nodded, wiping her tears “Yeah, he’s been pushing me away since that day. Telling me he doesn’t have time to hang out, which I understand but not even answering a couple of texts? And cancelling every date we had planned?”

“Is that what happened today? I thought it was your anniversary”

“It is” She was nibbling on her lip profusely, looking up so tears would stop falling “I don’t know what I’m gonna do”

“Have you told him how you feel?” Y/N shook her head, she hated confrontation and she was hoping she didn’t have to do that “I think you should go talk to him”

“Right now?”

“If not now then when? You say you’ve been feeling like something’s off for a while but you haven’t said anything to him”

“I don’t know Chris-”

“If he is cheating on you then you need to break up with him, you don’t deserve to be in that situation and you deserve to know the truth”

Y/N inhaled as she considered what Chris just said. She was right, but she wasn’t ready yet “I really want to know, but I can’t”

“Why not?”

“Because what if he is?” Tears started rolling down her face again, Chris hugging her tight as soon as it happened “I love him and… I just want things to go back to normal”

“I know you do, but believe me, it’s better if you know”

Y/N stayed there for a while. She decided to go talk to him, but she needed to put herself back together before confronting him. Chris helped her to wash her face and fix her hair, comforting her and offering to stay with her once they were done talking. Y/N accepted, she didn’t want to be alone, she knew it’d be a long night.

Once she felt better, she went downstairs, repeating in her head everything she wanted to tell him. She knocked loudly, and didn’t stop until he opened. He looked annoyed, and she stormed into his room as soon as he opened the door.

“What are you doing?”

“We need to talk”

“About what?” 

She blinked at him twice, did he not think they needed to talk? “About us, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

Okay, now she was mad “Dalton, you have been ignoring me for days, and I understand if you’re busy but it doesn’t explain you pushing me away at all times”

“I’m sorry if you feel that way”

There was a moment of silence, both of them staring at each other as she tried to remember the questions she was supposed to ask, but none of them seemed to make sense now that she was standing in front of him “That’s all you’re gonna say?”

“What do you want me to say?” 

“How about you tell me exactly what’s going on”

They were both raising their voices, but Dalton especially “I told you already, I’ve been busy with projects-”

“I could’ve stayed here with you, like we have done before”

“But why would you want to stay?”

“To keep you company, maybe?” 

“But all you do is lay on my bed while I try to paint”

“Dalton, do you know how many afternoons I’ve stayed here with you just so we can spend some time together? And you don’t even care anymore, you didn’t even cared to say thank you”

“I never asked you to stay,” He mumbled.

She scoffed before shaking her head “I wanted to, you know I worry about you when you work on a project for too long, you tend to overwork yourself-”

“I. Never. Asked. You. To. Stay” He interrupted her, his tone punctuated with each word “I would’ve been fine without you, I don’t need you in my hair at all times” His eyes hardened, his mouth opening to speak again “Don’t you have better things to do?”

“I just- I guess I thought you liked to be with me”

“I do, but you don’t have to be so clingy all the time”

She didn’t say anything, hoping she heard it wrong or that he’d apologise, but he didn’t “What?”

“You know, we do everything together and-”

“No, we used to do things together, not everything” She corrected him.

He took a deep breath, as if he was done dealing with her “Right. Look, I’m tired, we can talk tomorrow”

Y/N nodded, holding back the tears as she walked towards the door “Happy anniversary” She said before slamming it closed, running back to Chris’ room.

Dalton sat on his bed with his head between his hands for a moment, how could he forget? He took a deep breath as he got up, looking for a ribbon and a canvas he hadn’t touched in who knows how long. 

He made his way to Chris’ dorm, he was sure that’s where Y/N was, and knocked on the door a couple of times before saying “Baby, I’m sorry. I was caught up in schoolwork and I didn’t realise what day it was” But he got no response “Y/N please, I know you’re here, will you please talk to me?” “Go away, Dalton” Chris was the one to yell, making Dalton realise he would not be able to fix it, not tonight anyway. 

“Okay, I’m leaving this here, I- I love you”

Y/N skipped school the next day, her sore eyes and pounding headache being the only things she could think about. Well, that and Dalton.

She was staring at the portrait of them, the portrait he painted for their one year anniversary they were supposed to celebrate the day before. It looked… unfinished, like he didn’t even care enough to finish it but the paint wasn’t fresh, so she was wondering how long ago he stopped working on it.

The days after that were rough, long nights of wondering what she could have possibly done wrong, but even then she didn’t talk to Dalton. He tried to, a couple of times, but she needed a little bit of time.

⋆ ★ ⋆ ★

Everyone went home for thanksgiving, but she couldn’t afford to travel across the country and back so she decided to stay on campus. She wasn’t planning on going home anyway, she had made plans to go with Dalton to meet his parents and siblings and spend thanksgiving with his family, but obviously that wasn’t happening anymore.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Chris asked as she put down her suitcase.

“Yeah, don’t worry about me” Y/N gave her a reassuring smile before hugging her “Have fun, I’ll miss you”

“You could come with me, you know? My parents love you”

“I know” She replied as she pulled away “But I need to catch up on all the classes I skipped”

“Okay. Well, I’ll miss you too, but I’ll be back in a few days”

They hugged one more time, Chris letting her know she could call her if anything happened. Y/N was thankful for Chris, she really was, but sometimes crying alone did more for her than having someone telling her ‘everything's gonna be okay’, she was tired of hearing that.

Hours later she found herself catching up on her homework for three different classes. It wasn’t really that much of a workload and she didn’t need to stay up all night to do that, but she was going to anyway. Perhaps she wanted to be productive, or maybe that was her trying to occupy her mind from the possibility of her boyfriend cheating on her.

She looked at the clock, it was 11:30 PM. She sighed, scribbling the answer after reading the question on her laptop, her eyes sore from staring at it for too long, when a text message interrupted her.

Unknown: Attachment 1: Image Unknown: I heard they have been at it for a while

That text message induced such a great shock on her tired, worn out body, tears falling down her face as soon as she read it. She didn’t wanna open it, but her curious mind was stronger.

Tapping on the notification, she prepared herself mentally to confirm her suspicions. And they were confirmed.

Her vision was blurry from the tears, but she was able to see Dalton standing at the bottom of the stairs in the art building, and he was with someone else, except she couldn’t see who it was, the big jacket and a beanie protecting her identity. He was smiling down at her, eyes full of… love? Those blue eyes she thought he reserved for her only, but clearly she was wrong. His big hands were around her waist as hers went around his neck, and his lips were stained with lipstick.

She broke down crying, curled up on her bed as she wore one of Dalton’s hoodies that still smelled like him. She now knew what the truth was, but she didn’t want to accept it. What happened to them? When did he stop loving her?

It was like her heart was ripped from her chest, all that time they spent together down the drain like it was nothing, like it all meant nothing to him.

She didn’t know for how long she cried the night before, but it was now 1 PM and she was just waking up, so she probably cried for hours. There was nothing left she could do to save her relationship so she made up her mind to break up with him as soon as he came back to campus.

Y/N: We need to talk, just let me know when you’re here

The message was left unanswered, as usual. She rolled her eyes and put her phone down, returning to her facetime call with Chris.

“Do you know who that is?”

“No, sorry” 

Y/N sighed as she sipped her hot coffee “What about the number? Do you know who sent the picture?”

“What’s the number? Maybe I can ask around to see if any of my friends know”

Y/N sent her the phone number, along with the picture of Dalton and the other girl “Thanks. Don’t show anyone that picture thought, I’m already embarrassed as it is”

“Embarrassed? Y/N, he should be the embarrassed one, you didn’t do anything wrong”

“Maybe I did-”

“Y/N no, stop doing that to yourself. We both know it’s not your fault”

She nodded “I can’t help it. I just don’t understand”

“Understand what?”

“Was I not enough? Why did he need to find someone else?”

Chris hated to see Y/N going through that, how she felt like she was not enough or that it all ended because of her, and she hated Dalton for causing all of that “I know it’s hard right now, but I promise you’ll understand that none of this is your fault. Y/N you’re amazing, and he’s an idiot for not realising”

Talking to Chris made her feel better, but all those terrible emotions came back whenever she looked at the picture again, a million questions in her mind. How long has he been doing this? Who is she? Does he still love me? What did I do wrong?

⋆ ★ ⋆ ★

A couple of days later Dalton finally answered her.

Dalton: Just got back, I’m in my dorm

Her heart sank at the notification, she didn’t want to talk to him, she didn’t want things to be over. There was still a part of her that hoped everything was just a misunderstanding, hoping he wasn’t cheating on her and she was just a friend. But deep down she knew the truth, and the possibility of it being a mix-up was down to zero, and after he made it clear that he didn’t wanna be in a relationship with her anymore, she decided to fulfil his wishes.

It was a long walk to his dorm, the cold weather bothering her more than usual but she still was slow, dreading the conversation she knew was about to happen.

She took a deep breath before knocking on the door, Dalton opening it almost right away.

“Hey” He said faintly, worried he got caught.

“Hi” She entered the room and looked around. She had been there a million times, and so many of those times were special little moments they shared together, but right now it felt like she was disconnected from the space “How was your break?”

“It was good. I’m tired but it was good” He tried to give her a smile, but stopped when he noticed her stare full of fury “What did you want to talk about?”

Seriously? “I’m breaking up with you” Her voice was weak, but she did not dare let a tear slip past her waterline, he didn’t deserve to see her cry. 

“What?” The shock in his eyes looked so real that Y/N almost believed him “Why?”

“Did you really just ask that?”

“So that’s it? We’re over?”

“Dalton, come on, we’ve been over for a while” She stepped closer to him, pain and anger written all over her face as the tears struggled to stay on her eyes “We didn’t even feel like a couple anymore, Dalton, you forgot our anniversary, and that day you made it clear you wanted nothing to do with me. And to think I planned a beautiful night for us and bought you an expensive gift. Do you have any idea how stupid I felt?” 

“I didn’t know you were feeling like that”

“Of course not, when have you ever listened to me anyway?”

Dalton rolled his eyes “Okay, I understand but we don’t have to break up, I already explained what happened that day, I was busy and completely lost track of time”

“And I guess she doesn’t have anything to do with this?” Y/N showed him the picture, his demeanour changing immediately.

“Y/N I- I’m sorry, baby I’m so sorry” His eyes and his voice softened as he tried to reach for her, but she turned around and wiped the tears that left her eyes, a million questions flooding her mind.

“So it’s true” She was just confirming to herself what she already knew. Anger and pain washed over her body. Why her? Why her when she’s been nothing but perfect to the man she loved the most?

“Baby, I can explain” 

Y/N turned around to face him again “Who is she?” He shook his head, his eyes begging her not to make him say it while hers watered “Who is she?” She repeated.

“You don’t wanna know”

“Why? Cause I might find out you’re cheating?”

A few tears started to roll down his face, his hands desperate to hold hers “I can’t”

“Why not?”

“Cause you’re gonna hate me even more” Y/N stared at him, even more tears falling as she tried to think who the girl could be. 

“Did you two- did you sleep with her?” His nod was barely perceptible, if she didn’t already know the answer she would’ve missed it. Maybe he was right, maybe it’d be better if she didn’t know. 

“I’m sorry, baby I’m so sorry”

“Stop it”

“I know I fucked up but she doesn’t mean anything to me, I swear”

“Shut up, Dalton. I just… I don’t understand”

“Let me explain-”

“And I don’t care how many times you apologise, how do you expect me to forgive you?” She took a couple of steps back, trying to figure out what caused him to do such a thing “Even if we stayed together and got married and started a family, how can I ever look at you and not think about that?”

“Baby I want all of that, I want the rest of my life with you, like we talked”

“That was before you ruined everything”

“I know what i did is wrong-”

“Wrong?”

“But we can work this out”

“What? No, Dalton, stop”

“Just give me another chance, please”

“Is that why you've been so distant, huh? Was she here on our anniversary?” Dalton didn’t say anything, and the flashes from Dalton’s knuckles turning white from holding the door closed that night creeped her mind. Her heart ached so much that every time she breathed deeply, it was scorching her to the core “How could you do that?”

“I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry”

“Stop apologising”

“You know I didn’t mean it”

“Just stop… god”

“Y/N just hear me out, I swear it only happened once”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I know that’s not true. Do you know how many times I came to an unmade bed? And how many excuses you made?” He stayed silent “I don’t care how many times it happened, you still did it and nothing is gonna change that”

“I know”

“You’ve been hurt before, right? What if I was the one cheating, would you just forget it ever happened and come back to me?” Once again, he didn’t say anything “Of course you wouldn’t. Dalton, how could I ever forget what you did? Or everything you said to me when we were fighting, and the fact that you lied and- and cheated-”

“But you came all the way here”

“Because I care, and you… you never cared, you never tried-”

“I care, I care so much. Baby please, you have to believe me” He tried to reach out to her, but she pushed his hand away.

“No you don’t, and if I’m here it’s because i know after this we’ll never see each other again, we’ll never talk again and this just has to end”

“But I don’t want it to end”

“Well, you ended it when you cheated on me”

He stared at her for a moment before saying “But… I want you, she didn’t mean anything to me” He approached her again, his hope growing a little when she didn’t stop him. He put a strand of hair behind her ear, softly brushing her cheek “I know I fucked up but I can’t go on without you, I just can’t”

“Well you have, countless times while I was left in the dark wondering if I had done something wrong, crying myself to sleep when I couldn’t get a hold of you, Dalton, and in the meantime you were with her”

“I’m sorry-”

“And you have the nerve to say all that shit to me, acting like I was suffocating you, when in reality I was trying to save us!” She pushed him away.

“I’m so sorry”

“No, you’re not”

“Y/N, I’m sorry, please let’s talk about it”

“Fine, let’s talk about it. Was she worth it?” He shook his head, ready to leave his pride behind as he kneeled in front of her as he grabbed one of her hands “What are you doing? Stop”

“I promise it was an accident, it won’t happen again”

“An accident? Dalton, are you hearing yourself right now?”

“Please, don’t let me go” The grip on her hand tightened, pulling her closer to him.

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” 

“No. I don’t want anyone else, I want you, Y/N”

“You don’t have to worry about me anymore”

“But everything I said… I meant it, I love you Y/N and every second we’ve been together has meant everything to me, baby you have to understand”

“Liar”

“I’m not lying, you know I’m not” She pushed his hand away, rolling her eyes when another tear rolled down his face “I know I don’t deserve it but please… just one more chance and I can fix this”

“Give you a chance? I gave you a chance when I believed your excuses, when I forgave you for cancelling every date we had planned, when I tried to understand why you locked me out and when I almost forgave you for forgetting our anniversary, I gave you so many fucking chances!”

“But I swear it wasn’t like that, she meant nothing.”

“You’re unbelievable… god, what are you saying?”

“Just think about how great we are together” He said, trying to hold her torso, but once again she stopped him. 

“Dalton, stop that”

“We’re a great team, aren’t we? We understand each other so well, we know each other better than anyone else, god, I’ll do anything, I swear”

“No, it’s not gonna work”

“Yes it will, and I’ll make sure of that”

“No” She was having a hard time blocking out how much love she still had for him, but she wasn’t forgiving him, there was no way.

“I swear I don’t want anyone else” He held her hands and started kissing them, his lips giving her a sense of home that she missed “Y/N please, I love you” 

“I know” Her response was weak as she started crying again.

“You know I love you and I would do anything for you” He continued kissing her, a few tears falling on her hands “Do you still love me?”

“I love you… oh god” She released one of her hands from Dalton’s grip, squeezing her eyes shut and covering her face.

“See? It will work, we will make it work” Y/N shook her head, she was feeling stupid for almost falling for that “Baby look at me, everything’s gonna be alright. Just think about how great we’re together”

“Who is she?” She dared to repeat the question as she looked at him again.

Silence filled the room for a moment, his voice barely above a whispered when he finally answered “Annie”

Annie, her roommate Annie. She was in Dalton's art class, and she was the reason they met when Annie introduced them one day after their art class. She felt betrayed on a whole new level, not only by Dalton but by her too. They were friends, they had been roommates since day one so they were close, how could she do that? And these past weeks when she had been mourning her relationship, she was there the whole time and she knew exactly what was happening.

“How long?”

She was getting annoyed at how long it was taking him to answer her questions “The day we went to town… I walked with her to your dorm after our class to pick you up but you weren’t there yet”

“So you did it in my room?” It wasn’t really a question, and she felt even more disgusted at the thought of them in her own room.

“It was one moment of weakness”

“One moment of weakness?” He nodded, his hands now holding on to her hips “But it didn't stop there, did it?”

“I’m sorry”

She swiped the tears away to her temples “What does she give you that I can't?”

Dalton shook his head quickly “Nothing, you’re everything I could ever ask for”

“Then why did you do that?”

He didn’t have an answer, he didn’t really know how it happened or why it kept going, but he couldn’t deny he was enjoying it before he got caught “I don’t know” He whispered.

“Do you love her?”

“No, of course not. I love you” He was holding her tighter, convinced that if he held her long enough she’d want to stay.

“Oh my god, I’m so stupid”

“You know it didn’t mean anything, it was a mistake-”

“Get your hands off me, I’m leaving” She said as she tried to free herself.

“Baby, please don’t leave, you have to hear me out”

“Dalton let go, I don’t wanna be here” Her words struggled to come out from how much she was crying. 

“Please no, I don’t wanna let you go” He looked up at her, his eyes begging for forgiveness “Let’s just talk about it, yeah? Let me explain”

“Save it Dalton, it’s over” 

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. This is obviously my fault but I’ll do whatever it takes to get you to stay” She finally freed herself, and her only goal was to go back to her room. She turned around and headed to the door, his hand tried to come to stop her, but she flinched away. Y/N could hear him spittin nonsense, but she was drowning out his words “Baby please, I love you”

She turned around to face him one last time, spotting Dalton still on his knees in the middle of his room “So you’ve said, but how can you hurt someone you claim to love so much?” He was about to say something, but she didn’t wanna hear it “There’s nothing you can do to get me to stay, you threw everything away”

“I know, my love, but-”

“I’m gonna leave and you’re gonna stay here, just… leave me alone, I don’t ever wanna see you again”

Y/N exited the room, leaving Dalton alone and a complete mess. He regretted what he did, and he wanted to think that if she would just give him a chance to explain she’d forgive him. But he knew that would never be the case, and that his mistake was bigger than any apology, she was right to leave him.

He stared at the door for too long, taking in every emotion he was feeling: remorse, anger, pain, agony… he just felt like life was being sucked out of his body because he ruined the most important part of it, and there’s no one to blame but himself.

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[beom1e]

ephemeral eleven | friends

genre fluff, slight angst. warning details of kissing. playlist ml. wc 1.05k.

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coming home with beomgyu was relieving. it had been a very long, very hard day for you.

you never would’ve expected your day to go this way. it had always just been you, consistently for two years. wake up, go to class, come home alone, study, entertain yourself, go to sleep. but now, you had other commitments in life.

when you woke up and attended your first class, you certainly weren’t expecting to meet beomgyu’s entire friend group for lunch. as much as you wanted to, you knew it was going to be difficult. you were thrown into the deep end of social interaction, after spending years just watching other people swim from up on the lifeguard tower. it was for beomgyu, so you didn’t complain, but you were desperate to get out of there as soon as you could to take a breather.

beomgyu had met you outside of the lecture hall, grabbing your hand and pressing a kiss to your temple. he made a promise to make you feel comfortable, and he stuck true to it. he eased your nerves as you walked towards the agreed meeting spot, and helped settle on your destination beforehand. he held your hand under the table the whole time, always paid attention to you when you spoke and bragged about you to his friends. you loved his effort and couldn’t hold back a smile, but it didn’t make it any easier for you to talk to the four men you didn’t really know.

then you’d had another class, and he dropped you off with a short kiss to say his temporary goodbye.

on your walk home, beomgyu met you in the middle of the street and explained that he was actually coming to pick you up again. naturally, you walked the rest of the way home together and you couldn’t resist inviting him inside.

‘i need a nap,’ you announced, heading straight for your bedroom.

beomgyu took his time to look around your apartment, taking in the cute decor consisting of bear and cat themed things. you slipped your bag off and hung it up on the back of your bedroom door, along with your coat. he ran his fingers along your counter with a smile on his lips, just happy to be there. as he stepped into your bedroom, you were taking your hair out of it’s uncomfortable hairstyle.

‘i love your apartment,’ he commented, walking up to you. the sound of utter relief left your lips once his fingers met your scalp and began massaging the pain away. ‘it’s all very you.’

‘thank you,’ you hummed, eyes closing. but then he pulled his hand away, and wrapped his arms around you in a hug.

‘i’ve been waiting to be this close to you again all day,’ he mumbled, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. ‘i love my friends, but they’ve kept me away from you.’

‘that, and i had class,’ you agreed. a yawn escaped your lips, but beomgyu made no attempt to move.

you brought your hand up to run along the back of his neck and up to his scalp, slowly playing with his hair. he relaxed into your arms, his hold on you tightening to pull you in even closer. the physical touch was making your heart race and your breath get caught in your throat. you’d never been hugged like this before, and definitely not by someone who had romantic feelings for you.

‘beom?’ you whispered, and he hummed. ‘can we lay down?’

he lifted you from the ground in an instant and you let out a giggle at his actions. his placement of you onto the bed was so soft and so gentle, that you could have melted.

‘better?’ he smiled, settling above you. you nodded, looping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. your faces were only inches apart, and you could see it in his eyes that he wanted to kiss you just as much as you wanted him to kiss you. ‘can i kiss you, y/n?’

‘mhm,’ you nodded, letting your eyes fall shut.

he wasted no time in leaning forward and capturing your lips with his own. you’d kissed him before, it wasn’t new. however, it was different. emotional, passionate, filled with love.

he hummed into your mouth, sliding his tongue through the gap between your parted lips. your fingers softly rubbed against his scalp and played his hair, while one of his hands found purchase on your hip. when he pulled away, he was immediately dipping back down to press shorter, sweeter kisses to your lips.

‘do you want to stay over?’ you thought out loud, and a smirk grew on beomgyu’s lips. ‘i know it seems silly, you only live a matter of seconds away from me.’

‘of course i’ll stay with you, y/n,’ he pecked your nose. ‘but i’m going to order us some food and grab some things first.’

‘okay,’ you smiled softly, bringing him back into a smile-filled kiss. ‘what’s that thing you wanted to talk about?’

of course, how could he forget? as you walked hand-in-hand back to campus after parting with his friends, he told you he needed to speak to you about something serious once you were alone together. now he was looking nervous, having recalled what he had promised himself to ask.

‘i was going to ask you to be my girlfriend,’ he avoided your eyes. ‘i’d forgotten about that.’

‘then ask,’ you smiled, twirling a strand of his hair between your fingers.

‘y/n,’ his tone became much more serious. ‘would you do me the honour of becoming my girlfriend?’

‘yes, sir,’ you joked, pointing out his formal tone. ‘i would love to be your girlfriend.’

it was a relief. the awkwardness of his hesitance drifted away and soon he was dragging you over to his own apartment so that he could pick out some essentials. you took in his minimalistic yet perfectly on-brand style of decorating, and then you were going back to eat some very good food and watch a movie together. but the movie was soon forgotten as you got to spilling details of your separate lives and discovering how much deeper your personalities went.

though, neither of you mentioned the anonymous number in each of your contacts.

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[agent-whiskeys-sweetheart]

Tail Between My Legs

Pairing: Curtis Everett x F!Reader

Summary: After growing up in the front section, you meet a man from the tail section when he sneaks into your room to hide from the guards after him. He defies all your preconceptions. And yet, the heart wants what it wants. In this case, it wants Curtis Everett.  

Warnings: Mentions of reader’s dead sister, brief sexual imagery.

A/N: I would like to thank my sister for the brilliant title lol. Also, this is the start of a short series so stay tuned for more!

Every day seemed to bleed right into the next. There was no differentiation between yesterday, today, or tomorrow. Life was just one long string of days that seemed to have no end. That was, until you met him. It had started as a day just like any other. You sat with your family in the dining car, eating a lunch made up of foods that you couldn’t even pronounce the names of. However, you weren’t terribly hungry. Picking at your plate, you decided that you’d had enough and excused yourself. As you walked from car to car, you couldn’t find anything that brought you any kind of excitement. Every compartment had a different amenity that seemed altogether useless to you. Finding yourself too bored to do anything, you decided to slip away to your cabin and take a long nap. 

Climbing up into the top bunk, you get comfy under several thick blankets. You were drifting off to sleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. You didn’t dream. You hadn’t been able to dream for months. Even your slumber was endlessly boring. The minutes ticked past as you snored until the world began to darken. You slept so soundly that you didn’t hear the door to your cabin opening up. Nor did you hear the shuffling of another person sneaking inside. The man hunkered down, watching carefully through the window beside the door as a team of guards ran past the room. Huffing out a sigh he slumped over in his crouched position, looking around the small cabin. If it hadn’t been for your gentle snoring he might not have known that you were there, tucked warmly beneath layers of blankets. As delicately as he could he pulled away the top blanket to look at your face. Your eyes were still shut, lost in a dreamless sleep. 

Seeing that he hadn’t woken you up he figured he would slip out as easily as he had slipped in and you would be none the wiser. That’s when another grouping of guards come running past the cabin. Jumping down again, he shuts his eyes tightly. Just as he’s about to slide out of the door there is a harsh knock. Unsure of what to do now he spots an opening beneath the lower bed and crawls underneath, hiding himself away. The knock is enough to wake you up as you blink heavily, looking towards the door. Seeing a guard standing outside your room made you snap upright in your bed quickly before climbing down the ladder. Once you were on the ground again you opened the door, rubbing away the sleepiness in your eyes.

“Can I help you?” You ask groggily. 

“Sorry to disrupt you ma’am. We’re looking for a tail section passenger that managed to escape to the front.” The words buzz inside your brain. A tail section passenger. You’d never met anyone from the tail section before but you’d always been so curious. You could never admit this to anyone but you found the class system to be wildly unfair. To know that the poorer among you were treated so disgustingly made you wish for a better world. Now one of them had figured out a way to slip past the guards and into the front section. How impossibly exciting. “If you wouldn’t mind we’re searching all of the cabins in this section of the train. May I come in?” At this the man under your bed recoils, bracing himself to be discovered. 

As much as you knew that you should allow him inside, something in the depths of your heart told you not to. A deep unshakable feeling. “Yes I do mind as a matter of fact.” When he hears this Curtis lets out a silent breath. “I think I would know if there was a tail section passenger in my room. You have no reason to search this cabin.” 

“With all due respect, ma’am, he might have snuck in without your knowledge. Those filthy tail sectioners can be crafty miss.” 

“Do you think I’m stupid?” 

“Excuse me ma’am?” 

“Do. You. Think. I’m. Stupid?” The guard blinks in return. 

“No, of course not.” 

“So don’t you think I would know if there was someone in my room? Don’t you think I would be well aware of that fact?” 

“I suppose so ma’am.” 

“I’m telling you that there is no one else here. So you have no reason to search this cabin.” The guard takes a wary look around the room and you hold your breath, afraid he might barge his way inside nonetheless. However he straightens up and nods to you. 

“Sorry to bother you ma’am. Have a lovely day.” As soon as he’s gone you let out the deep breath you’d been holding in your chest. Watching from the window you wait until he’s fully out of sight before quickly drawing the blinds and locking the door. Now that the guard has disappeared you look around the room. You get another unwavering feeling in your gut which you can’t help but act on. 

“Is someone in here?” You ask quietly. For a moment all is silent. Then you hear a rustling from under the bed. “It’s okay. I’m not gonna turn you in. I just want to see you.” You assure the unknown entity. 

The man under the bed knows that he can’t hide anymore. Resigning himself, he scoots out into the open room before standing to his full height. He’s taller than you, towering over you intimidatingly. He’s caked in dirt and grime but you’d have to be blind not to see how handsome he is. He watches you intensely, his features dark and intriguing. His hands clench and unclench as he eyes the door, deciding whether or not he should make a run for it. You pick up on this immediately and soften your features to put him at ease. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. There’s guards swarming this hall. You won’t get five feet before they find you. Who knows what will happen when they do.” The man doesn’t answer, simply exchanging glances between you and the door. Finally he lets out a deep sigh, knowing that you’re right. There’s nowhere for him to go now.

“I promise I won’t turn you in.” You say, sensing his growing unease. “Unlike the other snobs up here, I don’t think you deserve the treatment you’ve gotten. It’s not right.” He simply watches you, taking in your form. He’d be lying if he said that you weren’t one of the most beautiful creatures he’d ever laid eyes on. Your tantalizing figure drew him in and your soft, gentle features tugged at his heart. He hadn’t seen a woman like you in ... well, seventeen years. 

“Where are you headed?” You ask although with the information you’ve gathered you’re sure you already know the answer. 

“Engine room.” He says gruffly. You take in his words, contemplating what his intentions could mean for you and your family. 

“Are you going to stop the train?” You ask out of genuine curiosity.

“No. I’m not going to stop the train. I just think it could do with some new management.” You nod, honestly agreeing with him. Wilford had been under power for far too long. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to put someone just and merciful in charge. Was the man standing in front of you the answer? You couldn’t tell yet, still wary of the stranger.

“I happen to agree with you.” You decided to say, showing him that you were truly no threat. “A man like Wilford only cares about himself. We need a leader that cares about everyone aboard this train.” 

“Why should I believe a front sectioner?” He inquired. 

“For the same reason that I’m not calling those guards in here. I have faith. Faith that you aren’t who they make you out to be. Maybe you should have faith that I’m not what I seem on the surface either.” The two of you stood locked like that in a world of uncertainty, trying to determine what you both thought of the other person. He didn’t have a weapon on him and even if he had he didn’t seem to want to hurt you. He just seemed like a man trying to do the right thing. Those are the kind of people this train desperately needed more of. 

“Maybe you’re right. We could use more compassion in this world. At least there’s one person on this train that seems to have some.” 

“Two people.” You add, gesturing to him. The uneasiness in your chest dissipates as you realize that he’s come to the same conclusion about you that you’ve come to about him. “You look tired. You’ve come a long way. Why don’t you sit down?” You say, moving back towards the corner to where your plush leather chair was positioned. Pushing it forward, you offer him the seat and after a moment of staring you down he moves to sit. A groan escapes him as he sinks down into the chair, unable to contain himself after what felt like days of constant walking. The pliable leather cradled him and his eyes lulled, nearly shutting against his will. “Is it comfortable?” You ask.

“Yes.” He replies softly. This makes you smile to yourself, happy to see him so at ease. “God, I haven’t been comfortable in seventeen years.” He adds, making your heart weep. After growing up in the front section you had come to take your luxuries for granted. Now, seeing him in such deep appreciation for something as simple as a soft chair, you were much more grateful for what you had. 

“It’ll probably be a few days before the guards disperse. You’re welcome to stay until they’re gone.” The man remembers the situation he’s in, sitting up so that his arms are resting on his knees. 

“Thanks. I’ll probably have to take you up on that offer.” 

“Anything you need.” You tell him with a sweet smile. Much to your surprise the man smiles back. His teeth are beautifully white and his crooked grin makes your heart skip a beat or two.

“You’ve got a nice smile.” You can’t help but say. 

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t have reason to smile very often.” You nod, the grin disappearing from your face at his sad sentiment. 

“What’s your name?” You ask, effectively changing the subject. 

“Curtis.” He replied, nodding in your direction. “What’s yours?” 

“Y/N.” You tell him. As you do he extends a hand to you. You lean down, taking it in yours as you shake it firmly. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Y/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you too Curtis.” His eyes leave yours briefly to look at the bottom bunk in front of him. He gestures to it. 

“You have a roommate?” 

“I, uh--” A sigh escapes your chest. “I did. My sister.” 

“She’s not coming back anytime soon, is she?” 

“No. She won’t be, uh ... She’s not ...” You take a breath to gather your thoughts. “She passed away. So, no. She’s not coming back.” 

“Oh.” He adds, seeing your discomfort. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay. I’m sure you’ve lost far more people in your lifetime than I have. It’s just, um, a fairly recent wound. That’s all.”

“Loss isn’t easy for anyone. No matter where they’re born or how much privilege they have. Grief is one of the only truly unifying human experiences.” He adds, extending a hand outwards to take hold of your own. The gentle gesture takes you by surprise and your immediate instinct is to back away from him. However, you don’t. You stand there and let this stranger hold your hand, his thumb rubbing circles on top of yours. Soon he lets go and you take a deep breath, not having realized that you were holding it in. 

“Thanks.” Clearing your throat, you pace towards the door. “Hey, um ... are you hungry by any chance?” He laughs at this. 

“I’m starving actually.” 

“Why don’t I go get you some food? The dining car is just right down the hall. I’ll be there and back in no time.” He contemplates the risks for a moment before standing up and walking towards the beds. 

“I’d really appreciate that.” You nod, watching as he begins hiding under the bed again. You figure it’s smart, just in case anyone gets the bright idea to go peeping in your room. As soon as he’s safely hidden you step into the hall, looking both directions warily. Guards are posted at both ends, vigilantly watching the car. Swallowing thickly, you begin walking down towards the dining compartment. The guards don’t so much as look at you as you pass them by. Your heart hammers with excitement as you enter the next car, unable to contain your giddiness at your highly illegal act. You were harboring a fugitive in your room. How could you have possibly known that was the kick you needed to bring a little bit of joy back into your life? Yet here you were, happier than you’d been in months. 

There was a long countertop where food was served. Walking up to the closest end, you pulled a waiter over. “Hi. What’s on the menu?” You asked, resting your forearms against the wooden surface.

“Steak with potatoes and assorted vegetables.” 

“I’ll take mine rare please.” You say with a smile. The man smiles back and quickly goes about making your food. Well, Curtis’ food. It’s not long before he’s done, handing you the warm plate. You thank him and head back down the hall towards your room. The guards still don’t look your way as you open up the door quickly and disappear inside the cabin. As soon as you set foot inside the room he can smell the food. He makes quick work of sliding out from under the bed, standing up and immediately eyeing the plate in your hands. “You struck me as a rare steak kind of guy.” You say with a grin. The man yanks the food from your hands, sitting down in the chair again as he digs in with his fingers. He begins shoveling the potatoes and vegetables into his mouth, groaning lowly as he enjoys every single bite. Soon enough the plate is clean and he hands it back to you. 

“Thank you.” He says, remembering his manners. 

“Of course.” You add as he yawns. It triggers a yawn in your chest as well and you glance out the window at the dark wasteland. “It’s late. I’m sure you’re exhausted. Should we get some sleep?”

“Sleep sounds amazing.” He admitted. Just as he was about to sit on the edge of your sister’s old bed, you stopped him. 

“I’m sorry. It’s just ... no one has slept there since ... my sister. I’d rather if you slept in my bed with me. There’s plenty of room up there for both of us and I can promise it’s very comfortable.” 

“No worries. You don’t have to explain anything to me.” Just as he’s about to start climbing the ladder he stops, squirming in his clothes. He’d been wearing them for what felt like forever and he wanted one night’s sleep without being so restricted. He turned to look at you with a reproachful expression. “I’m sorry. Could I ... take off a few layers?” The request takes you off guard as you begin to imagine climbing in bed with this large, handsome man, only a few layers of blankets between you. Clearing your throat, you banish the thought. 

“Of course. Whatever will make you comfortable.” He nods, peeling off his jacket and hiding it under the bed in case anyone should get in during the night. He kicks off his shoes before sliding them beneath the bed as well. Lastly, he pulls his shirt off over his head, showing his torso. He’s big, muscles rippling as he throws the shirt under the bed too. It’s impossible for you to look away as he begins climbing the ladder. His back muscles flex deliciously as he moves upwards before finally falling into the bed. You take a deep breath, changing quickly into your pajamas out of Curtis’ field of vision before following him up the ladder and into the bunk. When you get there his eyes are already closed. You get comfy beside him, pulling the blankets up over you as you watch him breathe slowly. 

Once you’re sure he’s sleeping, you look at him intently. Soon you find your hand reaching to graze over his chest before gliding up to his jaw, touching him ever so gently. You just can’t help it with how vulnerable he looks. This gruff and guarded man who has probably never seen as much kindness as you’ve shown him, sleeping soundly as a baby. After a moment you take your hand away, tucking it beneath the blankets to stop you from touching him anymore. “Good night Curtis.” You whisper before turning over and closing your eyes. 

If you hadn’t fallen asleep so quickly you might have seen Curtis open his eyes, turning over to let them trace across your sweet face. His entire life he’d been taught to believe that the front sectioners were the enemies of this story. Now here he was in bed with one. Not only was he in bed with one but he was restraining himself harder than he ever had from returning your gentle touch. Keeping himself at a distance so he wouldn’t let his lips press against your shoulder as his fingertips danced beneath the blanket. He had been so touch starved for so long that even the lightest touch from you was enough to make tears spring to his eyes. He wanted more. He wanted all of you but he knew that wasn’t practical. You were from two different worlds. However, the man could dream. And he did. As he fell asleep he was plagued with images of your naked form writhing beneath him. God. It was going to be a long couple of days. 

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[rays-of-fire-and-ice]

Over the Years

Prompts: 'life changes' and 'growth'

Rating: K/General

Setting: begins in their childhood and ends in the ten year time skip.

Synopsis: Momo notices Toshiro's growth across the years.

AN: a collection of short and sweet moment for this month’s @yearoftheotpevent challenge. I thought to do a more metaphorical fic for this one, but I decided go with something literal in the end. Hope you enjoy it!

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“What? Is there something on my face?”

Momo can only blink. It had to be because she hasn’t seen him in months, otherwise she would have definitely noticed during her lasy visit.

Toshiro folds his arms. “Seriously, bed-wetter, what is it?”

The dreaded nickname snaps her out of her stupor. “Don’t call me that!”

“Then stop starring!”

“I wasn’t.” She shakes her head. “I’m sorry, it’s just…have you gotten taller?”

It had been almost six months since she last saw him, it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he’ll have grown since then. However, this growth spurt is noticeable compared to others. He’d grown several inches, and now his forehead is in line with her nose. He barely has to tilt his head to meet her gaze. Something about that makes her heart clench in pride, but also nostalgia for times where he was much shorter.

Toshiro rolls his eyes. “So what if I have? Everyone grows taller.”

“Well, yes, but, um…” Momo presses a hand against her lips, trying to stifle the giggles that threaten to bubble up.

He glares and grumbles. “What?!”

“Nothing!” she says around a chuckle. “Please, ignore me! I have to see Ayumi-chan then I’ll –”

“What’s so funny?”

“Honestly, Shiro-chan, it’s nothing!”

“Don’t call me that, bed-wetter Momo!”

He might have gotten taller, but he’s still the same grumpy brat she knows.

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She finds Toshiro lying in the grass under a tree, hands behind his head and head tilted back. He might be napping, or, judging by the fact his zanpakuto is at his side, he could be meditating.  notices again weeks before her graduation.

Seeing him like this, with the usual furrow in his brow less prominent and his eyes closed, he almost looks like a different person. It’s different from when she would wake before him and see him still asleep on the many sleepovers she had with him. He’s still a child, older now with some of the roundness in his cheeks and eyes disappearing, but it’s more than that.

He’s using that stealth he once used to jump out and scare her to show his impressive footwork in zanjutsu, and the concentration he once reserved for competing in spinning top tournaments into studying every textbook after classes well before exams.

He’s changed, and she’s barely been there to see it’s full progression. Perhaps that was a downside to choosing to become a Shinigami, she didn’t get to see what had made him change. Why did she want to know such things? He hadn’t changed for the worst, if anything he’s matured.

Momo shakes her head; why is she thinking like this?

The bell sounds off in the distance. It hadn’t stirred Toshiro from his nap or meditation. It wouldn’t do for him to miss any of his classes.

She kneels by his side. “Shiro-chan…” she tries. “Shiro-chan, it’s time to wake up.”

His brow twitches, but he otherwise remains still.

“Shiro-chan, come on,” she says, a bit louder. She gives his shoulder a gentle shake for good measure. “If you don’t wake up, you’ll miss your classes.”

His eyes snap open and he flings himself up. She barely avoided being hit by him, leaning away and almost falling on to her backside. He stares at the ground and takes in deep breaths through his parted lips.

Had she startled him that badly? “S-Shiro-chan?”

He blinks, and after exhaling, looks at her. “Hinamori…”

Momo raises her hands in apology. “I’m sorry, did I frighten you?”

He says nothing, and judging by the lingering haziness in his eyes, he’s still not fully awake.

“I was looking for you, and I found you here. Were you asleep or…” At the second bell alarm, she gasps and scrambles to stand up. “Actually, that’s not important! We’re about to miss our classes if we don’t hurry up!”

That seems to snap Toshiro out of his daze. He’s quick to grab his zanpakuto and rise. Despite

They rush back toward the Academy. “Before, were you taking a nap or meditating?”

To her bewilderment, he considers his answer. “I was medidating.” Then, several steps later, “Why were you looking for me?”

Momo shrugs and grins. “Just wanted to see how you were doing. I’ve been hearing rumors around that the instructors are deeming you a child prodigy.”

“Who said that?!”

“I don’t know, I just overheard some classmates talking about it.”

“Since when do you pay attention to gossip? Besides, it’s not true and it’s not a big deal if it was.”

“But Hitsugaya-kun, it’s an amazing feat!”

Hearing his surname makes him falter, and a faint pink colours his cheeks. She chuckles. “Still not used to it, are you?” she teases.

“S-Shut up!”

"I can go back to calling you 'Shiro-chan' if you'd prefer."

"Absolutely not!" He turns his fast walk into a run, going ahead of her. She laughs as she catches up to him.

When she glances down to avoid a rock in her way, she notices his shoulder is only a couple inches lower than hers.

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Ever since he started wearing the haori, Momo can’t tell if he’d grown again or if he’s just standing taller than before.

She wouldn’t be surprised if it’s only the latter. The haori has given him a greater presence, and it’s a piece of his uniform he must wear with the responsibility and respect the role of captain asks of him. She can see it having an effect on him, of wanting other to know he takes his new role seriously and

“Oi, you day dreaming back there?”

Momo almost drops her paperwork and stumble in her step, but is quick to recover and come to a stop. It’s only then she realises she’d been staring at his back while he walked ahead. What had they been talking about again?

“Ah, sorry Hitsugaya-kun, I lost focus.”

“It’s ‘Captain Hitsugaya’ now, Hinamori.” He fully turns to her. “It’s unlike you though. What’s on your mind?”

She tries to not show how much the question startles her. Where once he’d kick the dirt and say something vague to gauge if she was upset, now he just asks her. He’s become more direct in recent years.

Remembering the child he once and seeing how he’s grown to who he is right now makes her smile. She closes the gap between them with a smile.

“It’s nothing. I think I’m just trying to get used to seeing you dressed in a haori.”

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Their eyes are almost level. It’s an odd realisation to have after he’s made his apology. Perhaps it’s the catharsis, the relief of having finally spoken to him again after months of absence and knowing neither of them hated or feared the each other.

She wipes away the last tear form her eye on her sleeve. He’d stopped crying long ago, but his eyes are still rimmed red and glassy. She’s only seen him cry three times, and it’s never been like this. She takes his hand.

“How about some tea?” Momo offers.

He only nods and lets her led him to the Fifth Division kitchens.

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Around them is the ruins of the palace and their injured comrades being healed. Yhwach had been defeated, and the relief hangs palpable in the air around her. It should be a time of hurried decisions and coordinating how to transport everyone back down to the Soul Society.

But Momo can’t look away from Toshiro, and it seems he can’t look away from her either.

She doesn’t know how long they’ve been standing here, she in confusion and he as if he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t and was awaiting her judgement.

It’s the only time where he stands on the same level as her and she has to crane her neck to look him in the eye. She can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it.

Toshiro stares down at her as if she’d grown a third eye. “What’s so funny?”

Hearing him speak a slightly deeper voice only adds to the strangeness of the situation. Perhaps she should be in awe or confused by his change in appearance and power. Maybe her immense relief is getting the better of her and it’s making her almost manic.

She calms herself enough to speak between chortles. “I’ve never seen you so tall! How did you get to be like this?”

His eyes widen and his mouth fall agape, making a strangled sound. It does nothing to stop her laughter, and she has to cover her mouth and half turn away.

He comes out his stupor and makes an irritated noise. “Enough of this! I’ll explain later! We have to focus on our duties!”

It would’ve been a sobering reminder had it not been for how he stomps away from her, arms swinging at his sides and shoulders high enough to hide the redness in his cheeks.

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Of all things, she only notices he’s grown taller when they both duck under a low hanging branch. Once he could easily walk underneath it and she would have to bow her head slightly to avoid her hair getting caught on the leaves.

She stares at him the whole time, even as she straightens and they continue towards his Granny’s house, only a short distance ahead. Eventually, with a deepened frown, he asks, “What is it?”

Behind him, the orange and red autumn leaves are a stark contrast to his white hair and blue-green eyes. It’s a moment she wishes she could capture, whether it be on her denreishinkai or in her sketchbook.

At her lack of a response, his brows furrow deeper and he comes to a stop. “All right, what is it? Is there something on my face?”

They’re at eye level now. She hasn’t grown an inch in the last four years, but he keeps getting taller. One day, she may really have to start tilting her head back to meet his gaze.

The wind chime on Granny’s veranda reminds her of why they’re here, and she’s quick to start walking again. “No.”

“Then why were you staring?” he asks  

“You’ve grown taller,” she tries to say casually. “I only just noticed.”

He rolls his eyes with a scoff and a hint of a smirk. “Is that all?”

“Hey, this is the first we’ve seen each other since the reconstruction efforts began." Despite her indignation, she smiles. "Of course I’m going to notice changes in you after so long.”

[jjungkookislife]

Little Mouse Ch. 9

pairing: frat boy!jk x f. reader

genre: college au

wc: 713

warnings: none?

a/n: we’re just gonna pretend it didn’t take me almost 2 years to continue this 👀 as always, I'd love to hear from you here ❤️

date: January 8, 2023

You’ve chickened out. 

Seeing Jungkook made you nervous as you went over to his place. You ended up curled up in his bed with his arms around you, listening to him talk about his classes. Any courage you’d built up with Taehyung has dissipated on your walk over. 

“Is everything okay?” Jungkook asks as his hand rubs your shoulder. You nod as you avoid his concerned gaze. Was this the time to bring it up?

“Just tired,” you fib. 

“Oh, we can take a nap or I can walk you home if you’d prefer,” Jungkook offers. 

“Uh, no. That’s fine, Kook. I’d rather stay here,” you answer honestly. At least that’s a start. You’re not entirely sure why you’re this nervous. You think you’ve read the situation correctly enough to deduce Jungkook wants a relationship, but what if you’re wrong?

You felt like you were in too deep already. It wasn’t like you to become this attached to someone and the feeling both surprised and confused you. You didn’t want to mess this up, but you had to know.

Jungkook sits up when you do, his hand in yours, thumb softly rubbing circles into your skin. A soft kiss is planted on your shoulder.

“Jungkook?”

“Hm?” he responds, locking eyes with you.

“Can I ask you something?” you bite your bottom lip, and Jungkook quirked his head to the side. He’s never seen you so nervous. You’re usually bold with your words and clear with your thoughts, so he knows something must be bothering you. He hopes you’ve built enough trust to confide in him.

“Of course, anything you want,” Jungkook assures you, his hand squeezing yours.

“Do you, maybe, perhaps,” Jungkook raises a brow as he waits for you to finish your sentence. “Wantagirlfriend?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, trying to process what you’ve just said and it takes him a second before he clears his throat, cheeks rosy.

“I do,” he answers bashfully, avoiding meeting your gaze. His hand never leaves yours, though, and that alone is enough to reassure you.

However, Jungkook quickly wipes the smile from your face when he teasingly asks, “do I want a girlfriend, or do I want you to be my girlfriend?”

Your brain short circuits as you blink owlishly, feeling your face heat as you look down at your lap. You mumble something under your breath and Jungkook leans in closer to hear you but you refuse to speak until his lips press against yours and his tongue meets yours when he deepens the kiss by cupping your face. 

“Answer me, baby,” he commands with another kiss placed on your lips and your stomach flips at the pet name. His lips are gentle as they trail kisses down your neck, his body pressed to yours as you fall back onto the bed with him on top. Your hands find their way to his curly hair, tugging and pulling just to hear him moan your name in that way that makes your heart beat between your legs. 

Now, with Jungkook kissing you like you’re the only one for him, you’re almost embarrassed to think he wouldn’t want you as his but you still don’t answer him, not until he’s sucking on your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. 

“Me!” You gasp. “Me! Do you want me as a girlfriend?!” 

Chuckling, Jungkook slowly ceases his attack on your neck and shoulder, his marks littering our skin but you don’t care as he sits up.

“I do,” he answers honestly, a small smile on his pretty pink lips. “Though I was planning on asking you after a few more dates.”

“Oops,” you smile sheepishly as he laughs, his pretty eyes squeezed shut and his nose scrunching cutely in that way you love. 

“So I’m impatient,” he scolds playfully as he pulls you to him, kissing your forehead. 

“I needed to know,” you grumble, earning another laugh from the sweet boy. 

“And now you do,” he grins as he kisses your cheek and you curl into his side, thankful that your worries were for nothing and perhaps Taehyung was finally right about something, all you had to do was ask Jungkook. 

“So,” Jungkook laces your fingers with his, bringing your joined hands to his lips. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

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[justsomerandomfanfic]

Personality :p

Ello! My name is Gillian I am requesting a ship for supernatural

* i'm the type of person that people regard as being very well adjusted but honestly i'm having a mental breakdown most of the time.

* i'm a deeply empathetic person, i care a lot about others and sometimes i forget to care for myself because of it.

* on the flip side of my sensitive/kind nature, i can be very feisty. I’m also DEEPLY sarcastic when i'm frustrated i just want to beat up something, and i become very passionate towards injustice. my friends say i'm like a kitten with a knife.

* additionally, i would consider myself a brave person. I don't struggle to have hard conversations with people (i don't like them but I'll do it),and I've stood up to every bully I've ever had

* due to my trust issues and rejections, i tend to feel like an outsider in most of my friend groups.

* TO FINISH IT OFF (this has become too long), i would consider myself a wise/intelligent person (i give good advice), resilient, but also easy going.

1. INFJ | Pisces sun, cancer moon, libra rising, pisces Venus | Ravenclaw | Neutral good

2. Things I love in myself: I love that I’m good at giving advice, that I can skip many of my classes and still stay on the dean’s list, and that I’m bold when I need to be

3. In a partner, I look for someone who will support and listen to me. I have a lot of different mental ailments, and if they won’t be understanding of that, then I can’t be with them. I also look for someone who is self sufficient (I can’t deal with laziness). Most importantly, they should be kind (i.e. If I’m ranting about things like sexism in a tv show, I want them to be able to understand why it’s important to me.)

4. I’m straight, unfortunately.

5. She/her

6. I’m the singer/guitarist in a rock band so music is very very important to me. I also love to draw and I read pretty much all the time. My ideal day is going to a coffee shop and then a bookstore. Which reminds me— I drink an obscene amount of coffee. I also take too many naps, especially with my cat, who is my baby. I like to write as well. I really love things that make my house look like a fairy’s home, so I like to collect that stuff. I’m also a nerd who does go to comic con (*boos are heard throughout the audience*)

7. Appearance wise!! I’m hella short, but it just means my personality is big. I have reddish brown hair with very round blue/green/grey eyes (idk their color people just say that they’re pretty), and a button nose.

Hi!! I hope you like your SPN matchup! <3333

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Romantic;

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Supernatural;

💐 You met Sam after you had gone to a coffee shop to get a drink, you walked into the nearby bookstore - you weren't looking for anything in particular, but when you accidently let a book slip from your arms, Sam the gentleman came right up and helped you; picking the book from off the ground, he gave you a smile; and before you knew it, you ended up talking for a good thirty minutes or so

💐 During the next couple of months, you and Sam would often meet up and go to that coffee shop together - swinging by the bookstore after - and just talking about everything and anything; he was quickly becoming a close friend of yours, even being front row at some of your rock concerts

💐 Skipping to actually dating, Sam is really supportive, if you want to do something, he is there to support you (follow your dreams - and he's a very good listener, if you just want to rant about your day, he's there; and if you want to rant about sexism in a tv show, Sam will understand how important it is to you, and probably join you in the ranting

💐 If you go down for a nap with your cat, he'd probably join you, if not, he'd most likely sit on the bed beside you, quietly reading - and when you wake up, he'd probably see if you want to go out and go on a small adventure to the bookstore

💐 Sam is totally down to go to Comic Con with you, if you dress up, he'd dress up too - and if you find something you like there (maybe a little something that makes your home more fairy-like), Sam is more than willing to carry it for you if you get tired carrying it for the how many hours you wander around the Con

[s3rving3xactlywhatyouare]

"We Fucked Up"

Aka: the cram schedule of an AuDHD/dyscalculia HS student who just remembered his online math class shuts down in a day and it's vital to his grade to get it done unless he wants to be held back and do senior year twice.

I messed up! I'm really bad at math, and I got assigned summer school. Which I had promptly brushed off for the most part, because life decided to screw my summer over with the Park Fire, having to get surgery, and a bunch of other bullshit that has resulted in me going, "oh shit, I have a day and a half to complete this" on the 14th of August when I woke up that day.

I had 5 units to complete in the span of about 26 hours, because I had to unlock the final exam manually with the person running it, and she was only available a few hours of the day.

And here's how I somehow managed to do that. Miracles are real.

Day 1, Session 1: 1-3pm

Worked for 45 minutes, break for 15 from 1-2pm

Straight hour of work from 2-3pm

Went from the middle of unit 2 to early-unit 3 in this time frame.

Major break from 3-4pm, refresh, walk, get something to eat, etc.

Session 2: 4-8pm

50 minute sessions, 10 minute breaks(if any)

This was the big cram session of the day. I just worked and only got up if I was in pain, needed a drink, or needed to handle the dogs for whatever reason. I got to mid/late-unit 3 in here, as unit 3 is HUGE

Session 3: 12am-2:15am

Life got in the way when my mother got home. I kept telling her I needed to study, and I also didn't eat until 11:30. So now I knew I needed to pull an all-nighter-ish to get remotely close to finishing.

Got to the beginning of unit 4, took a 45 minute break to stretch. This was going to be a long night.

Session 4: 3am-5am

This was the "chillest" session. I made it to the end of unit 4. I still have time, the class manager gets to her office soon so I'm taking a 1 hour and 30 minute break to let some ibuprofen kick in(my back hurts)! And to hydrate. My mom told me to go to bed. I am, in fact, not going to bed. Not until I'm done. Possibly even later than after I'm done, depending on how early I finish.

Given the shortness of the last 2 units before the exam I have to ask for her to unlock, I can semi-logically assume that I'll be done with the course work around 8:30am at the latest, if not by the time she makes it into her office at 7am.(as I'm writing this during my break, it is 5:09am as I write this segment.)

Session 5: 6:30am-9am

I was correct in my assumptions! I finished the course work at 8:25am, got the exam unlocked at 8:30. I passed the class with a high B and the final with an 80%.

Now I'm gonna go take a nap.

Like a really long one.

Like a I-regret-my-choices-but-fuck-it nap.

[paulmccartneyprostateorgasm]

The local assisted living facility is offering paid CNA classes. Should I take them? I'm tired of working dead-end jobs that go nowhere (also, i'm insane). Honest opinion.

oh thats a difficult question. being a cna can be really hard. like, physically demanding (having to transfer/reposition patients, walking around a lot etc.), stressful (you're probably gonna be understaffed and even if you're not your coworkers might suck lol), gross (you'll have to deal with shit and piss, occasionally blood, etc.), you'll have a lot to do in a fairly short period of time which can be overwhelming at times. some of these things are jus the nature of the job, some are dependent on facility or even what shift you work. one thing for sure i would do is look into what employees at the facility have said about it. like i worked at a number different places when i was a cna and some were better than others but i had two experiences that were so bad i would never work there again. usually when you get paid training for cna stuff they expect you to work there so you wouldn't wanna get stuck somewhere that sucks for a while lol.

there are pros to being a cna though. it can genuinely be pretty rewarding. one thing i liked working in long term care vs. working in the ER is you can really build relationships with patients (though obviously another con is that makes it harder when they die). but also there are other opportunities outside of long term care, like working inpatient in a hospital like in med-surg/peds/icu/etc. or the ER or there are sometimes jobs in like clinics for cnas. usually they want you to have some sort of cna experience before they'd hire you. pay can be decent (it really depends where you work). most places offer you money if you wanna go back to school like if you wanted to be a nurse or medical assistant or something.

since you would be in an assisted living facility i can give you some idea of what the job would require:

if you're working days you'd spend the beginning of the shift helping the clients you're assigned to get dressed/ready for the day and then take them to breakfast. you'd probably have to help pass out meals and feed some clients. usually between meals there would be some sort of activity you'd help out with (a lot of times they have people specifically for activities but you'd need to at least help clients get to them). sometimes clients take naps at some point during the day (usually after lunch) so you'd help get them in bed/up from bed. most of the time you need to check on clients every couple hours (usually every 2 at a minimum but depends on the client) to see if they need the toilet / need their incontinence products changed. you'd have to help patients do baths or showers, i think usually that happens more in the evening. after dinner you'd help clients get ready for bed [<this was always the most stressful part to me because it's a lot to do in a couple hours]. in your down time you'd probably do some cleaning/laundry and charting (usually it's in the computer but some places still do paper charting lmaooo) which isn't hard but can be time consuming. I mostly worked nights so so that's what i'm much more experienced with. it's honestly way less work lmao. it's the same checking on patients every 2 hours or so. a lot more cleaning but usually it's just like, mopping or whatever. usually they expect you to get like 1-2 patients dressed for the morning.

all this also depends on facility. like the last assisted living i worked at had a memory care unit and i was bounced between working in either of those. memory care is obviously harder but i enjoyed it more for some reason. usually assisted living places don't have a nurse on location 24/7 (unlike a nursing home) so they'll have caregivers trained to pass meds and a lot of places have like 'lead' caregivers or whatever so there would be room for advancement there.

[abeinginsand]

a wawa wawa wawa wa wa wa wa wa i have a bad pain day i am in bed and i want swiftli hurt/comfort uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuyyyyyuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

hi cookies, sending comforting vibes and this swiftli offering for u :] Its an outline of a fic so it is pretty long! summarized version is here and long version below the cut Taylor and Linc have detention together and although Linc is happy to see his bestie there, starts noticing he might not be feeling well. Taylor seems like he's in a lot of pain but is resigned to wait it out since detentions only a few hours. Linc, normally less of a rule breaker, suggests they ditch detention because he cares more about Taylor than any school rules/punishments. They leave and get an uber but its a rough ride. They end the ride early and the stress/pain makes Taylor pretty frustrated/bit of a meltdown. Linc calms him down though and then they talk about how wild/rude the driver was. It cheers them both up a bit and Linc offers to give him a piggyback ride the rest of the way home.

So idea I had was that its post s2, Link and Taylor both get detention again for various reasons. Anyways, the substitute teacher is pretty lax that day so they get to keep their phones. The catch though is that they still need to be quiet and complete some little worksheet thing. The two grabbed seats together near the window and probably moved them to face each other. Texting each other and (supposedly) working on the worksheet. Anyways, the detention is for a few hours and Linc notices Taylor is getting less energetic and more kinda short with their texting (no more emojis/gifs etc). Linc asks if he's okay and Taylor insists that he's all good, just tired from staying up Lincoln's still concerned but not pushing. The two actually start working on the sheet, texting convo dying down. He gets to some question on the sheet that confuses him so he looks up to ask Taylor if he might understand it But Taylor has his head down completely now, eyes shut tight and resting on crossed arms. Linc whispers, asking what's wrong and all his friends says it a pained "mhmn dizzy" its a migraine probably, and linc's like 'do you want me to go with you to the nurse?' Taylor shakes his head and takes a few minutes to remind him that the nurse already went home since this an afterschool detention period (sometimes their during class or before in the morning). Linc has a very deep frown to that and Taylor squeezes one of his hands and says "it could be worse. I'll...hmnm...I can wait it out." Surprising them both, Lincoln suggests they sneak out of detention instead then and head home early, worry about the details later. They both know Lincoln's been against ditching before--the world wasn't ending anymore, the normalcy might be good for them, however frustrating. Anyways, Linc assures Taylor that he doesn't like ditching thats true, but he cares more about Taylor and his comfort than anything else right now. "I'm okay with it if its for you" Probably end up doing some shenanigans to get out of there I guess and then they take an uber to the Swift home. The ride was supposed to be better than walking but it ends up being very bumpy due to the driver. Taylor very much ends up holding very tightly to Linc and curling into him. migraines still there and body sore, the bumps do not help. They end up abandoning the ride some blocks or so away from the destination. Taylor swears to leave a bad review as they get out. in pain, tired, and now grumpy he just glares at the car leaving while shaking his cane around in the air for a few minutes. mutters a little "this is stupid" while rubbing his eyes too, failing to fight off tears. Linc gently leads them both to somewhere to sit and calm down. The ride unnerved him too and it helps to complain about the driver a bit. After calming, Lincoln offers to give Taylor a much better ride on his back the rest of the way home. Probably end up napping together when they get home or Taylor rests and Linc rambles softly about his feelings on garfield: the anime that the anime-lover recommended him recently :]

[redrumnotmurder]

Beauty and the Beast - Chapter 1

~Leona~

I should probably show up to classes the first day. Leona thought with a frown as he reluctantly got out of bed. He paused to growl at his roommates, who were stupid enough to severely underestimate him. And don’t forget the fact that they’re still annoying hormonal teenagers who just love to pick a fight.

Leona allowed his mind to wander as he quickly got dressed and headed down to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Upon collecting his meal, Leona glanced around before noticing a certain beauty queen sitting alone.

“Any reason your boyfriend ain’t with you?” Leona asked with a smirk.

“He isn’t my boyfriend.” Vil Schoenheit answered shortly as Leona took the seat directly across from him and began to eat.

“He sure seems to be, what with the fact that he’s always singing praises in your honour and practically worships the ground you walk on. Hell, even the air you fucking breathe.” Leona teased.

“Why don’t you do me a favour and shut up so I can enjoy my breakfast in peace?” Vil snapped.

“What class are you in?”

“I said shut up.”

Leona smirked as he waited for Vil to answer his question.

“…Class C…” Vil eventually muttered.

“Cool. Me too.”

Vil swore quietly.

“What? Don’t wanna be in the same class as little ol’ me?” Leona teased.

Instead of responding, Vil picked up his plate and left the table.

Leona quickly finished his breakfast before heading off to his first class of the day.

Gym. Why did it have to be gym? And first thing in the morning, too? That's just cruel and unusual punishment. He doesn't want to have to deal with his musclehead of a teacher so early. Hell, he didn't want to deal with Coach Vargas ever. This’ll probably end up as his most frequently skipped class. There's no need to go to gym class, anyway. Maybe he can slip off to the botanical garden for a nap?

“Well, well. You had better not think of skipping class on the first day,” a familiar voice said, the snark obvious in his voice.

“What's it to you, Princess?” Leona asked lazily.

“Oh, nothing. But it would be such a shame if you were to repeat a second year, wouldn't it?” Vil said, his signature smug smirk on his face.

“Doesn't affect you, does it?” Leona asked with a huff. “Since you're here, why don't we pair up for Coach’s warm-ups?”

“You are right, it does not affect me. But it does irk me that you are just throwing your life away like that.” Vil agreed as he sat down on the grass with Leona to stretch. “As your friend, I would really hate to watch you end up held back a second year.”

Leona huffed as he kept stretching.

History was next. Leona was definitely skipping this. The professor's cat hates him. And besides, it's an easy class. Yeah, he failed it last year, but that was because he never showed up for anything. There’s no point in showing up if you already know everything, anyway. You’d think it isn’t a big deal if you pass all the tests, he thought, but no. There’s gotta be an attendance requirement. With a sigh of annoyance, Leona made himself comfortable and fell asleep.

After history, Leona had alchemy. Knowing Professor Crewel, he would undoubtedly harass Leona about not showing up on the first day, so he reluctantly dragged himself out of the botanical garden and off to class.

Given how close the alchemy workshop was to the botanical gardens, Leona was, unsurprisingly, the first to arrive. Taking a seat, he waited for the rest of his classmates to arrive.

“Well, fancy seeing you here. Where were you last class, taking a cat nap?” Vil asked as he took a seat next to Leona and began to touch up his makeup.

“Did your makeup seriously get messed up from sitting?” Leona teased with a laugh.

“Of course not. But the passing period was a bit hectic, so it's only natural that I would check it.”

Leona rolled his eyes and let it rest.

After alchemy was a short break before lunch. Leona could head off to the botanical garden for a nap, but it wasn't worth it. Not enough time before lunch. Maybe if he just found a quiet spot in the courtyard?

Meh, not worth it. Leona thought. It was the first day, so naturally students would flock to the courtyard, especially those pesky frosh. By the time he found a good nap location, it would be lunchtime already. There was no point in napping.

Wonder where Princess is, he mused thoughtfully as he wandered around the courtyard.

Before long, he caught sight of Vil, and unsurprisingly, Rook Hunt. Not wanting to deal with the nosy hunter, Leona left to go find a good spot to eat in the cafeteria.

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Why did you elbow me? 107

Achilles Castle part 12

Alexis: pov the movie is good so far, I pause the movie so I can make popcorn for the whole family, Dad, Kate and Lanie are having movie theater butter flavor. Martha likes the caramel flavor and So does Jim. Me and Dave are having the triple cheddar flavor. Once the popcorn is done I add the flavors and put it in bowls. I grabbed 2 sodas from the fridge for us both and some candy we bought the other day. The movie just ended. It's starting to get late, Dave leans in and kisses me goodnight.

Kate: pov i showered earlier in the night before i sat outside with Castle I can feel someone waking me up, it's Lanie saying it's late and I need to get to bed. In the bathroom I brush my teeth after her then head to bed. I'm having a hard time sleeping. Maybe it's because Castle isn't sleeping next to me. In the morning I take my meds then hop in the shower. Lanie already took her shower. She is wearing a peach colored shirt and tan shorts. My shampoo/body wash is strawberry scented. Once I'm done I change into a coral tank top and Grey shorts. Lanie has me lay on the bed so she can change my ampstrip. While looking in the mirror I rub scar cream into my scars, then take my pills then head downstairs.

Castle: pov Kate helps me get dressed in a blue t-shirt and black shorts. Mother is making pancakes for everyone, Kate is having yogurt with her pancake. Me and Lanie talked about how the guy from cardiac rehabilitation might not want us around. I took my pain pill with food right now. l take 4 doses a day, 1 with every meal and one before bed. Alexis and Dave are heading to the beach so they can have some alone time and Kate can have space to exercise, and not be bothered. The guy shows up, as Alexis and Dave finish packing a cooler with snacks and water then head out to the beach. His name is Carter, he has Kate sit on the sofa so they can go over a few things before they start. He listens to heart and lungs, and says everything looks good to start working out. Since it's not too hot they can start outside. He says Lanie told him on the phone you have a pool. I say yes.

Cardiac rehabilitator Carter: pov I ask Lanie if Kate is allowed in the pool. Lanie says yes she took a cardiac pool safety class. They both change into bathing suits, so do I. Back outside her dad is reading a book outside on the porch while Martha is talking to Castle. Lanie grabs a life jacket and helps Kate put it on. She said Kate uses an ampstrip to monitor her heart rate. I decided to have Castle open the app and keep an eye on the numbers I tell him if it goes over a certain number tell me. The 3 of us get in the pool, the water is a nice temperature. I start off by having her float on her back moving her arms until she makes it to the other side. I notice her left arm is not as good as the right. Lanie says her left arm was recently injured and explains everything. I mention to Lanie that her left arm doesn't extend as far as the other one. After swimming two laps around the pool. We hop out of the pool. I have Kate sit down so I can check her vitals, they look good so far. Once Kate is laying on the floor I bend her legs until they reach close to her chest area. I do this a few times. I then move onto her arms bending and moving them.

Lanie: pov Carter suggests Kate bike ride during the mornings or nights when it is not as hot it will help her keep her strength up. He says riding a motorcycle does not count, after a couple more exercises and stretches its time for Carter to leave. Alexis and Dave arrive back saying they stopped for ice pops and some crunch bar type ones. I read the back to make sure Kate can have them. She grabs a yellow one which looks like a pineapple flavored one, they are made with real fruit juice. Alexis and Dave both have a crunch bar ice pop. Kate decides to go upstairs for a nap since we are leaving after lunch.

Martha: pov I suggest Richard take a nap until lunch, he has ordered some restaurant food to be delivered for lunch which sounds amazing. Alexis and Dave are in Richard's office downloading photos from their phones onto a storage app to save space on their phones. Jim is relaxing and reading a book outside on the porch. Lanie is on the phone talking to Esposito, I go upstairs to read some lines. Lunch should be here soon.

Castle: pov I only napped for a few minutes, I grabbed my computer from the table in front of me to get some writing done, I managed to write a few pages. I grab my water bottle from the table in front of me. I also check my social media apps and reply to a few friends who have texted me today asking how I'm doing. It is decided Ryan, Jenny and Sarah Grace are going to sleep in the guest room. Dave will be sleeping on an air mattress in Alexis's room she promised to behave. Esposito will be sleeping in the guest room that Dave had been sleeping in.

Kate: pov I'm awoken to a funny feeling my skin is a little itchy. I just want to scratch it so bad. Which is starting to freak me out. Lanie comes into the room saying she knew I was up. Esposito, Ryan, Jenny and Sarah grace are coming tomorrow morning just before lunch. She must have just gotten off the phone with Esposito. Lanie says let's get you downstairs so I can look at you better because you don't look so good. To be continued. …….