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blondedmuse · 1 year

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DELIRIOUS

part ii of pure heroin.

finnick odair x reader

synopsis. ꩜ your days seem to blur together but Finnick makes time still—at least for a night.

author's note. ∿ I am so sorry about the delay for this chapter. I have exams in two weeks so I have a bunch of studying to do up till then, so I can't promise the next chapter will be on time either...angst warning but again I think that's warranted for like all chapters

word count. ⨾ 2.5k

"You don't understand, he's anything but a darling, I'm telling you!" You complained to Cinna, standing on one of his podiums as he measured whatever part of your frame he needed to. Cinna was your stylist, and one of the few people you could call a friend. Cinna was assigned to you in your games, who you quickly bonded with. He was kind, understanding, humorous, and above all, a great stylist. He was easy to get along with, generous and genuinely funny. Funny in the way where he made your stomach hurt and your eyes tear up, missing the dry, clammed up humor that every capitol citizen used as conversation filler.

"I mean the rumors about his eyes are true, they're like angels. But his heart-"

"Is cold?"

You furrow your eyebrows. "You've met Finnick?"

He laughed, shaking his head. "No."

"Funny," You replied, your lips pressed into a line.

Truth be told, you didn't have to react the way you did. While your watch held much more sentiment than anyone else but you would ever know, it's not like he stepped on it himself. But that was the effect morphling had on you. It made you ecstatic yet absolutely miserable. The euphoria in your veins was ephemeral, the vile that poisioned you was everlasting. Like any other victor, you needed morphling after a while. The highs were sky-scraping and the lows were hell. And when you ran into Finnick, you just happened to be in the comedown, about to crash.

But before its repercussions could take their effect, you took whatever nose candy you could find in your bag, sedating you into stability—at least for a little bit.

"I'm thinking gold." Cinna suggested, shuffling through the pages of his notebook.

"Didn't we do gold for the last dress?" You asked, your memory hazy.

"Silver," He answered. You opened your mouth about to spit a witty retort but Cinna stopped you before you could get the words out your throat.

"And don't try to tell me they're the same thing," He joked.

You didn't say anything, you only raised your eyebrows, your lips turned upward in a cheeky smile.

"You wound me."

"You love me," You tease.

He laughs. "Don't be so sure. Anyways, come look at this," He invites you over and you stepped down from the podium, walking over to the mannequin where your mock dress laid.

"I was thinking a sheath silhouette with cutouts on either ribs, bejeweled chains covering the missing material while connecting the fabric, as well as a harness and strap for the dress. The sleeves would reach your elbow, draping over your arms with a likeness to a cape."

You sighed. "Anything else?"

He smiled. "It's an open back." And you returned it.

"You do love me."

"Only the best for my favorite victor."

Cinna stayed true to his sentiments. Unlike the other stylists you’ve had, he made sure you looked beyond beautiful, used nothing less than high end textiles, and above all else: he made sure you were comfortable.

While the banquet was two weeks away, you were already apprehensive and beginning your disdain. Your dress, however, was one less thing to worry about.

Time passed strangely when you visited the Capitol. The two weeks you dreaded felt like days as they seemed to blur together. Everyday was the same like routine.

You’d begin each day irritable, your body aching in bed sheets that weren’t yours, left with remnants of the night before. You’d spend a day with your given lover, go out and make appearences, do whatever the wealthy citizens of the Capitol did in their free time. When the sun set into the same crevice it rose from only hours before and the night sky set in, you were free to let loose, have some fun. You lit yourself on fire, the substance that flowed through your body was all the same; only some longer lasting than others. But in the end it was all evanescent.

You’d end up in the bed of your client, lover, whatever name you’d decided to use for the night—and it was fun. You felt good. You could go as far to call it Pure Heroin. But like any other drug it was fleeting and momentary, and when it had run it’s course you were left empty and sustaining withdrawal.

The night of the banquet arrived quicker than planned and unlike the regime you’ve involuntarily created for yourself, you felt as though you were having anything but fun.

You looked like it though. Your look for the night lived up to the expectations of luxury as you plastered a smile on your face. You looked like you were having the night of your life.

Despite the lengthy list of victors and elitists, all eyes were on you once you arrived, and they never really left; briefly catching stolen glances and lingering glares.

Each step of yours left an echo that never went unnoticed as you made your way to your seat, especially by the blonde haired boy you’d ran into weeks before. He watched as your face twisted slightly once you’d noticed your seat was assigned next to his and how your expression immediately changed when someone had started to spark a conversation with you.

He watched and he wondered what was under the surface of the spectacle that was you he observed from a far.

Were you having a bad day when he’d run into you or were you just that ill-mannered, just that presumptuous? And if so? He wanted to see how much—how nasty he could get you, how much he could rile you up in return for last time.

You were talking with another guest when you felt a presence behind you.

“God, sweetheart, that’s an interesting getup.” You turned around, having to abstain from rolling your eyes. Once your gaze met Finnick’s, his lips turned up in a wicked smile you knew meant something more.

His gaze shifted to the person you were talking to. “Doesn’t she look-”

“Irresistible? Indeed she does! I’ve practically had my eyes on her all night.” They beamed, clearly knowing where their passions lie.

Finnick laughed. “Sure. Irresistible.”

He was insincere with his words, you knew that, but the way they sounded when they left his lips left something indescribable in your stomach. You had no time to dwell on it, as seconds later everyone had begun to take their seat, the banquet beginning in its own time.

You sat in yours, placing the until napkin in your lap, and you thought you could prepare for a nice night. As mush as you disliked the Capitol and its extravagance, you couldn't help but entertain it. And you were sure Finnick wouldn't mind ignoring you. You'd think it'd be polite.

A guest across from you whose name you learned to be Aurelia asked you to tell the table a story, because of course, such a fascinating victor such as you would have so many. And right as you were about to speak, you heard it; the smooth and silvery, yet self-righteous voice beside you.

"Actually, I might have something up my sleeve," He interrupted and everyone at the table turned to him. The table was small, no more than eight people, so he could captivate everyone—even you. You noted the smug smirk on his face you wondered was invisible to everyone else. Maybe you were past politeness.

Aurelia urged him to tell his story while her question towards you was left in the dust. And with each question directed towards you, it managed to stay that way. He'd find someway to steal the spotlight and make the show his.

The conversation had drifted in many directions, now ending up in a comparison between a few districts and the Capitol. And eventually, someone at the table found their interest in you again.

"Which do you like better, District one or the Capitol?"

This was a question you knew Finnick couldn't answer because he'd never been. At least you'd assume so. While you wish the question had more substance to it, it gave you a moment to engage with the others at the table if you were going to have to sit here for how much longer.

"I think-"

The sound of a utensil clanging against a wine glass interrupted you like Finnick had been doing all night. You found it amusing how frustrating this night has been and apparently Finnick did too, hearing him chuckle beside you.

You didn't hear it for much longer as the politician who was hosting the banquet—whose name you couldn't even try to remember—had begun a toast. His voice was underwater as you drowned his words out, still smiling as if you resonated with each one.

"And to our lovely victors that could be with us here tonight."

You raised your glass along with the others, clanking them together like second-hand nature. Before you could toss your drink back, letting bubbles of champagne burn your throat, you watched it spill from Finnick's flute on to your dress.

For the first time this night the attention could be yours, yet you were too appalled to say anything, only grabbing your clutch and excusing yourself to the bathroom.

You were glad it was empty, free to clean your dress without forged sympathy. You were able to let your emotions go, unfiltered and unsheltered no longer under the viewing pleasure of others.

You were sure you went through at least a roll of paper towels before you heard the bathroom door open, not daring to look up until you were done wiping your dress for what you hoped would be the last time. Once you did look up however, your frustration turned to indignation as Finnick Odair leaned against the door while his face read with concern.

"What is your problem?"

He smiled. "I thought you left.” And it dropped. “Guess not."

You wanted to scrutinize him, you really did. But you held your tongue, deciding to have some humility.

"What?" He cocked his head to the side. "Is your head hollow?" You admit his words only added insult to injury but they sounded better coming from his mouth. You hated it. So, you turned back to your reflection in the mirror, opening your clutch to dig for something you knew would pacify the animosity.

Finnick stood at the door way, watching, like he did earlier that night. Only now he was confused at your apathy and how you seemed to ignore him so easily. There was something so engrossing about you in the way that you treated him. You weren't friends, but you didn't throw yourself at him, treating him like a piece of meat the way everyone else seemed to do.

Lost in thought he hardly missed the small bag of narcotic you pulled from your clutch that he was all too familiar with. And in that moment, he wanted to make sure the white dust stayed in its bag—at least for tonight.

"You know, I think I owe you an apology." He spoke and you craned your head to face him.

You raised your brows. "You think?"

"I know," He admitted, stepping towards you.

"Who would've thought you knew anything?" You retorted, fully facing him now and you could see his dimples form just like they did the first time you met him. Only this time it wasn't sarcasm, maybe something more genuine.

"Well I know a few things," He replied. "I know I'm definitely sorry for spilling champagne on this beautiful dress."

You crossed your arms, holding back a smile. "You should be. It's still wet."

"Maybe some fresh air would dry it?"

You narrowed your eyes. "What are you suggesting?"

"Come with me," He proposed, holding out his hand. "I know you don't wanna go back in there. Not with your dress still damp."

"Which is your fault, by the way," You reminded him.

"I know and I'm sorry. Again," He apologized once again, still offering his hand out to you.

"Alright let's go," You accepted his offer but not his hand, grabbing your clutch from the counter and walking ahead of him. Finnick followed suit but before he left he grabbed the bag of coke from the counter and pocketed it, making a mental reminder to trash it later.

"Where to?" You asked. The two of you were out of the bathroom now, roaming the halls of some Capitol building.

"You'll see," He replied, wary of his surroundings.

"You're not trying to kill me right?" You joked and Finnick stopped in his steps once he reached a grand staircase.

"Worse," He answered. "I'm trying to help you."

You furrowed your brows as he grabbed the small train of your dress, lifting it so that you could walk up the stairs without tripping over yourself. A staircase and another long hallway later, you found yourself on the top terrace of the building. The view was breathtaking and the tranquility was a stark contrast to the commotion of celebration.

You walked to the edge and leaned on the balcony so much so you almost wanted to fall off. Not so much that it was a liability, but in the way you wanted to fully immerse yourself in the scenery, forget about everything else and focus on the green of the trees or how the streets looked under the moonlight.

"I'm not gonna fall off," You told him before his warning could ever be expressed.

"I- I didn't think you were," He lied. Straight through his teeth.

"You did."

"I did." He laughed. "How do you do that?"

"What?"

"Catch me in a lie so easily. Like it's second nature," He explained taking a spot on the balcony right next to you.

"You said it yourself. We're the same—similar at least. We both have the same reasons to lie. You lied because you want me to think you care.” You said, your eyes unmoving from the landscape infant of you.

"But I also see more than you think I do. I saw how you pocketed my coke before we left the bathroom and threw it out in the second floor hallway." You turned to face him. Now he was just like the rest; bewildered and baffled that you were more than what met the eye.

He bit his tongue and quirked his head, silent for a moment before speaking.

"You caught me." And for the first time that night you smiled because you knew he was being honest. You couldn't care less for his compliments and niceties because you knew they weren't reserved for you. You'd like to think they were, though.

"Can I ask why, though?" His question tip-toped around the fact of the matter, but you knew exactly what he meant.

"It makes it easier," You replied. "Being here."

He didn't tell you but he understood, maybe not all of it, but just enough to not have to ask anymore. So he left you alone and did something he would've found absurd two weeks ago: he enjoyed your company.

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heesblanket · 1 year

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hii! can I request a Zhanghao enemies to lovers? 👀 maybe oneshot, please? 🙏🏼

thought all day about how i'm gonna write this one so i hope you enjoy it 🤭

genre: enemies to lovers - Zhang Hao

characters: Zhang Hao, Hanbin, Jiwoong, Gyuvin, Ricky

YOUR NAME?

School just ended meaning summer is coming. Hanging out with my friends and doing the most random stuff like always.

Beefing with Gyuvin every second I get, Ricky buying me anything just to shut me up, Hanbin finally not getting stressed over exams and Jiwoong having the urge to tell us the most random stuff he learned about the day before. Awww how much i missed this.

Ohh and also Zhang Hao. We are not on good terms. No one knows why, nor do I but it has been like this for 2 years now. Not talking with each other, and if we do, well... let's just say it's not good idea. We don't have much to talk about anyway, we have the same friends so the tension between us is usually broke down by Gyuvins rapid mood outbursts or Jiwoongs random scientific facts.

"Heyy y/n" Gyuvin screaming at me as i was approaching them. Greeting my friends like usual, giving little nod to Zhang Hao in front of me, him not returning this action. I dont even know why im greeting him today as we don't greet each other.

"Soo, i was thinking" Hanbin starting off his sentence. I didnt really pay attention to him as i noticed Zhang Hao intensely staring at me. Or so i thought. People behind me kicked a ball and was now flying right into me. Getting grabbed and pushed to the side by Zhang Hao so the ball wouldn't hit me. Somehow his arm ended around my waist, my whole back pressed against his chest.

"HEY, WATCH IT" Gyuvin already ready to fight anyone that tries to hurt me. Even though Gyuvin isn't the quietest person his actions speaks louder than him. And that's what i appreciate about him the most. He really acts like i'm his younger sister he needs to protect even though i'm older than him.

While I was still trying to understand what happened i was being pushed again. Zhang Hao letting of me from this awkward position, clearing his throat and that's when i realised in what position we were just now.

Trying not to be even more awkward i went to Gyuvin trying to calm him down. Yes, he was still yelling about "how they dare to kick a ball into me". This is what i mean when i say he is extra.

Of course my friends saw this whole interaction between us. They act like there's nothing between me and Zhang Hao even though it's the most oblivious thing ever.

When we were leaving to whatever place Hanbin mentioned while i was starting back at Zhang Hao, Ricky walked to me to walked with me. He obviously knows about this situation so i hope he won’t bring it up with what ever he is gonna say.

“soo- you and Zhang Hao will be on good terms soon?” aghh, how i hate his teasing voice.

“THAT was nothing, he just pushed me, nothing else” trying to lie to make me feel better.

“ohh, since when is being ‘pushed’ almost hugging huh?” i couldn’t bear to looks at him. You can hear his smirk already.

But i couldn’t answer him. Not that i didn’t want to but i genuinely didn’t know what to say. Zhang Hao was acting different this past few weeks when i look at it. Bringing me water to lunch, leaving doors open for me, there’s just something i didnt understood till now.

My thoughts were cut off when we arrived at our favourite park. The sun was setting down already making the sky all orangish-yellowish. I couldn’t look at the sky better as the others were already running towards ice cream shop. How did I forget. This is our tradition on the first day of summer.

We were walking away from the ice cream shop with our ice cream. Looking for free benches where we could sit. While we were walking towards them Hanbin dropped his ice cream. Normally, he wouldn’t care about it but Ricky insisted on buying him new one. Looking around me i realised, Jiwoong and Gyuvin aren’t here with us. They must have stayed in the ice cream shop. Hanbin, Ricky and his sneaky little smile leaving. Me and Zhang Hao sitting down on the benches.

The weird tension building up again. We knew that we had to talk about the stuff that happened lately. I wanted to speak up but Zhang Hao beat me to it.

“i don’t know what came over me but i always act in the moment, just letting you know”

silence. I didnt know what to answer so the most simple thing came out of me.

“it’s okay”

Now this was evern more awkward. I had this weird courage to talk to him so i went for it.

“why do you treat me differently from others?” If you couldn’t tell Zhang Hao is everyone’s crush. He is the sweetest person towards them but somehow not to me. It did hurt a lot the first few weeks.

“huh? wdym, you acted all sassy towards me? i won’t be surprised if you hate”

“hate you? no no, YOU hate me! every since the first day”

“what, NO? you hate me! i wanted to talk to you cuz you seemed nice but you we’re acting all sassy” Nice? Did he just called me nice? To be honest that’s the only thing I caught.

“you think i��m nice?”

“well, i used to, but you are proving yourself wrong. But what about you and your sassy attitude towards me, huh?”

Here comes the problem. His so called “sassy” was me trying to impress him. I thought he would want to talk to me more if i was more confident, i guess not. Now i’m thinking, do i say the truth or do i think of something real quick? OH no, he is starting at me, come one y/n, THINK.

“ohh that, i was just trying to impress you, nothing else”

silence. Realisation hitting us both. We both tried to impress each other but we made hate ourselves. What a coincidence.

“well, these are news” Zhang Hao finally relaxing while finishing his ice cream.

We now sat in another silence. Not uncomfortable one, but i couldn’t help to ask him.

“do you want to start all over again?” Zhang Hao smiling at my idea. Damn, this is my first time seeing him smiling this close.

Zhang Hao already pulling out his hand for me to shake it

“Hi, nice to meet you, Im Zhang Hao

YOUR NAME?”

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i hope you enjoy this one 🙈

i can do 2nd part if there is interest for it ^^

#zb1 reactions #zhang hao oneshot #zhang hao reaction #zb1 x reader

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tenkasato · 2 years

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Hi hi😁 im really glad to catch ur requests open. Ten, would it be alright to adk for a comfort fic with Akashi and his insecure fem! best friend in their 20s? Like sure akashi is perfect abd all but with each other they can share their ups and downs as young adults navigating through life. They experience heartaches and breakups and drunk nights and happy moments, victories, failures, anxieties, hilarious moments etc that theyll remember forever. Theyve fought too and made up throughout the years. Theyre both confused with their careers and perosnal lives. Akashis more sure definitely but she doesnt know where shes going. I thinj this has thr potential to br a funny story hahaha. They just sypport one another always! Maybe they end up together in the end or just implied? Lots of fluff please!! Thank u so much. If it's too vague mayve just akashi tirelessly motivating her and believing in her always never once doubting her potential? You can of course tweak all the details to ur liking judt this general vibe is more than okay. Really need this one! (me im confused 20 something lol) thank you so so much this would mean the world to me.

Hi anon! Let me start by saying how much I adore this idea. I was thinking of how I could incorporate the scenes you listed. At first I was thinking of writing headcanons, but I think writing a narrative of Akashi’s POV will allow him to be more expressive. Anyways, without further ado… ^^

Pairings: Akashi Seijuro x bestfriend!reader

Akashi Seijuro knows what your every breath meant.

He watches you furrow your brows, pucker your lips and make a sharp exhale as you scan the list of entrance exam passers on the board. He waits for you to find your name (there, in the middle of the people sharing your surname. He’s seen it minutes ago), and when you finally did, he observes your sigh of relief.

A radiant smile stretches your lips.

“I passed,” you announce, as if he didn’t know yet.

“Of course,” he answers. His voice brims with confidence. If there’s anyone who could put her mind to something she wanted, it was his best friend.

“Come on, I’ll treat you!” you enthuse, hooking an arm around his as you walk away from the crowd.

Your breathe trembles. Excitement zapped in with flavors of anxiety.

Even so, he’s glad you’re going to college with him.

– 0 –

There are times when Akashi wishes you saw yourself with his eyes.

Your hair sits like a worn-out mop on your head. Light make-up smudged at the wrong places. Eyes rimmed with exhaustion, hurt and self-contempt.

“I should’ve know,” you release a long-drawn groan. “I should’ve know he was a good-for-nothing jerk who just wanted me as some sort of a trophy!”

Akashi’s quiet gaze falls on your drink—warm milk, before a smile captures his lips. Who gets drunk on milk anyways?

“Am I not good enough, Sei?” you mewl. Your eyes are huge and watery, begging him to disagree.

He sighs. “I warned you early on that that boy was nothing short of trouble. Did you at least heed my words?”

You wince and lay your head over your folded arms. With another groan, you snuggle to the side of his arm. “I need my best buddy right now. Not a father.”

“And a friend I am,” he says. He thinks it over, and then, “He is blind.”

“What?”

“You are a supremely flawed human being. We all are. Needless to say, you are a definitely a cut above many.”

You hear the tease in his voice, narrow your eyes and huff. “Is that your way of comforting me?”

Akashi remembers the time you lightheartedly prepare a meal for your now ex-boyfriend. He recalls the genuine emotions dancing in your eyes. He hears your hopeful voice, the one that carries a song of future promises.

He wishes you’d see yourself through his eyes.

“No, it’s my way of telling you the truth.”

– 0 –

Akashi thinks you’re like the moon. Meek and fluctuating.

When you were kids, you always shied away from the adults. You preferred to play with him at the garden or in his room.

Whenever he invited you out to one of the family busines dinners, you begrudgingly tagged along. The polite smile on your face never left, but he could see hints of unease in the way you kept close to him.

When with his friends or teammates in Teiko, you’d exchange pleasantries, indulge them in small talks and even spill supposedly embarrassing things about him. He’d feel you stealing glimpses of him as you looked for reassurance.

“I think you’re like the sun, Sei,” you tell him one time, during the heat of an argument he’d rather not have. It was one of those times when you two walk home together in the swell of the night, university work keeping you both out longer than normal.

You’ve stopped on your tracks, and instead, you’re glaring at him.

“Pardon?” he says.

“I said, you’re like the sun. It’s like you’re meant to rule the skies. You’ve got everything figured out. You’ve got your path laid out for you, and all you need to do is walk over it.”

Akashi finally faces you. It’s then that he notices the slight glimmer in your eyes. Tears from you are rare, and that is why seeing them adorning your gaze makes his chest ache.

“I meant no offense,” Akashi explains. “All I am trying to say is that this indecision might deter you from realizing the things you really want.”

“But what can I do about it? I’m not so sure what I want to do. You think shifting courses is easy?”

He shakes his head. “I did not say that. But you need to start making choices that you wouldn’t second think at the last moment and waste valuable time.”

Your eyes flare at the jab. “Someone like you won’t understand what it’s like to be unsure and lost. You’re talented, smart and versatile. On the other hand, I have to work thrice as hard just to get by each day. I bet you’ve never experienced feeling empowered and ready to take the world one second, only to run out of fumes the next moment.”

A choked noise rumbles your throat as you inspire some air.

“And unlike you, I wasn’t born with a silver spoon up my ass! Stop pretending as if you understand me at all!”

The hurt etches itself on his face, you realize too late.

“Ah… Seijuro, I didn't mean to…” you begin, but he walks ahead of you.

“Let’s go home,” he tells you, not wanting to talk further.

The silence of the aftermath kills you, but it also kills him too, knowing that he could’ve told you about how he thinks the moon glows brighter at nights.

– 0 –

Akashi knows he isn’t infallible.

He’s been beaten by you in a game of cards multiple times when you were seven. He’s fallen a flight of stairs once, and just when he thought no one saw, a blast of laughter emanated from you. He’s worn clothes that were 'outrageously heinous’ according to you. He’s made you cry before, many times—sometimes because of the most mundane and pettiest of things such as eating your dessert accidentally, but sometimes because of almost irreparable damages such as when he told you he needed no one else but himself.

It was a lie of course, and you knew it.

So when he went home after Rakuzan’s defeat at the hands of Seirin, you were there, perched on his bed. Glowing with warmth.

“I figured you want to watch movies with me?” you said with a wry smile. You gestured at the cups of hot chocolate by his lamp.

He wasn't perfect. He won't ever be, but he figures that that's okay.

– 0 –

Akashi can tell when you're nervous.

"I'm so nervous, Sei," you verbalize his thoughts out loud, going over the mirror to strip down to your underclothes.

Akashi ducks, keeping his eyes back to his phone. "Will you please change in private?" he asks, peeved.

"What," you stick out your tongue, putting on that long, cream dress. It falls until your ankles. "We used to run around buck naked in the river when we were younger."

"Emphasis on the younger."

You try to pull the back zipper up, but it proves to be challenging given the low level cut of the dress. Instead, you walk towards him with your hand holding the fabric behind your back. With the other hand on your hip, you ask, "Well? Classy enough?"

"They say it's a trick question when a woman asks about how she looks."

"I'm serious," you hiss.

"You look presentable," he gives in, smiling a bit.

You beam at him before turning back towards the mirror. As you pick up a tube of lipstick, Akashi notices the journal sitting atop your desk.

"Hey, thanks for agreeing to this," you say all of the sudden, unknowingly disrupting his train of thoughts. "I just needed someone to be my date for this event. Otherwise, they'll accuse me of wasting a free ticket… that or, they call me unsociable. That's going to make me feel like crap again."

Akashi sighs for the umpteenth time that day, staring down at the yellowing cover and multi-colored marks of your worn-out journal. It’s the notebook he gave you a few years ago. Hands hovering above the worn out notebook, he says, "You need not to feel like crap just because there are scrutinizing eyes watching you."

"You don't get it," you reply. "This is huge for me and my career. If I screw up—"

"You will rise back," he completes the sentence for you. Akashi holds your nervous gaze, then adds, "Adversaries are meant to defeat us until we gain enough strength and means to overcome. Don't be daunted by the possibility of failure.

"Refrain from holding yourself back, and start believing in people when they tell you about how amazing you are in your own rights."

The monumental pause and gawking you give him is enough to make him grin.

Turning away before he sees your eyes glisten, you harrumph, "Always so flowery in your words, Sei. Whatever. Help me pull this zipper up, will you?"

Grin widening, he ambles over to you to do just that.

– 0 –

There are a number of things Akashi constantly wonders about.

For example, he wonders why you always make a fuss about him. You were also like this before. When he lost his mother, you did everything to fill up the gaping hole.

“Hmm, should you use this tie?” you ask, placing the said clothing article over his chest, “or this black one? I think the black one fits you better than this red one, hmm?”

You toss the chosen tie on the chair before he can let a word out. You proceed on rummaging through his closet, muttering under your breath about how rich Akashi is and how having too many clothes to choose from is a bother.

Akashi chuckles and grabs the tie you selected. “Calm down.”

“Calm down?” you repeat, incredulous. “You’re going out on a date! You have to look your absolute best, otherwise you’re going to live down that regret for the rest of your life!”

“An exaggeration,” he remarks. “And to set the record straight, this is hardly the first time I am going out to dinner with someone.”

“Damn right, it's not. But you wouldn't know if you’d actually be dating your soulmate, right? Better make a good impression.”

He wants to argue that he doesn't at all consider it a date. It was a dinner meeting his father set-up, one with the heir of a promising business partner. And still, you frantically run around his room like a madman who is at her wits end.

He looks at your back fondly.

Here you are, young adults venturing out on new chapters of your life—still going hand in hand, inseparable. You have always been there to keep him grounded. And he, in turn, never fails to guide you back when you seem to stray away.

"Please get it right this time," he hears you mumble as you finally emerge from his towering closet. "Your dates never seem to work out, for Pete's sake, Sei. I'm starting to think you're the problem here."

"I just do not like being in a hurry."

"Yeah, sure," you reply, completely unconvinced. "But it is weird. You're like the best, ideal guy out there. No one compares to you!"

You stare down at him as he stares back with a painted gaze. Giving up, you sigh and shake your head, shooting him an affectionate smile as you hand him his gray dress shirt.

"Bachelor of the year, they say. I wonder why the hell you're still single," you laugh.

He wonders too.

And he wonders whether it has anything to do with that saccharine smile of yours.

Taglist: @shakethatsassyass

#akashi seijuro x reader #akashi x reader #akashi seijuurou x reader #akashi seijuro #kuroko no basket #knb fanfic #the basketball which kuroko plays #akashi seijūrō #tenkasato writes

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naviavu · 2 years

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Can I ask if you can do obey me younger brothers finding out that mc lives in an an abusive household? Thank you. No rush.

everyone, thank you for patiently waiting!

tags: reader has a very abusive past, implied sexual assault, gore (not towards the reader), comfort (by the brothers toward mc), overall tackles explicit abuse. please heed the tags and do not read if it makes you uncomfortable in any way. not beta read, very sorry if there are mistakes!

part i (older brothers) // part ii (satan and asmo) // part iii (the twins)

╰┈➤ masterlist

BEELZEBUB

“Beel, if you don’t mind me asking… what was your duty in the Celestial Realm?”

“Hm?” Beel takes another bite of Devilizza. “I was the Heavenly Gate’s High Guard. It was my duty to protect the Celestial Realm from foreign dangers before they get in.”

“What if… they get in?”

Beel chews away. “Then the internal guards will take care of it, it’s out of my bounds. But I will get scolded by Michael afterward,” He flashes a cute smile, little crumbs decorating the edge of his grin. You smile back. You couldn't help it if it was Beel. “Not to brag, but to be honest, that happened only once every century. Lucifer waits for me outside Michael’s study and tells me how great I am for intercepting every enemy at a far distance. He tells me to not mull over it and that Michael has a very big stick up his ass.”

You can’t help but tear up again. Your heart aches, wondering how it is like to be appreciated and have someone have your back.

For someone to acknowledge that you’re doing a great job.

For someone to acknowledge your existence.

Beel feels your head softly lean on his shoulder. And then, your quiet sobs. “MC? Did I say something wrong?”

You force a smile through your tears. “No, Beel. I just… I’m very thankful you had that kind of life. Good people… are a luxury.” Sitting alone with him in the planetarium in the middle of the night, it’s easy for your tears to fall.

Beel frowns. He does not like the tone of your words, and it worries him. “What do you mean, MC? Are there people who were not kind to you?” To be honest, he doesn’t know if he even wants you to answer that. But he knows that he’ll regret it if he doesn’t ask. “You aren’t eating like the way you used to. Is this connected with each other?”

You thought about the times that Beel left you food outside your door, and the times that you secretly tried to throw it away without any of the brothers knowing. “Who would be kind to someone like me, Beel? I’m worthless, ungrateful, ugly–”

He covers your mouth, in disbelief at the words you said about yourself. “You’re not any of that, MC!”

Truthfully, Beel is at loss on what to do. Out of all brothers, he’s the one that immediately acknowledges that no amount of violence can change the fact that you were hurt in the past.

The thought kills him inside and regret fills his chest.

“Oh god. I’m sorry for suddenly saying all that, Beel, please don’t feel bad about me.

He gently wipes your tears with his thumb. “I… I’m concerned about your well-being, MC. Is there anything I could do to help?”

You sigh. “Just don’t pity me, please. Or treat me differently. That would hurt me a lot, Beel.”

He only nods in response, purple eyes glimmering with worry. From that day on, Beel swears to be your protector.

On RAD, he’s like a shadow. He can’t help it, MC, he knows you told him to not treat you differently but here he is guarding you with all his might that it scares your other demon friends away sometimes.

He encourages you to eat healthily and on time. Too busy studying for your next exam that you forgot dinner? Beel will be right outside your door, bringing meals with him.

On days that you would like to be left alone, Beel would give you space. But if days pass, he’ll be alarmed and try to coax you out of your bed to at least take a bath.

You can’t say no to him, can you? It’s the first time that you felt genuine compassion and help with no payment. It’s almost hard to accept.

Of course, he succeeds in bringing your walls down, and the moment you open up your heart to him will feel like a dam breaking and thorns plucked out of your chest at the same time. Relieving.

The thought of getting back at your abusers crosses his mind, yes, his main priority is your happiness so he eventually forgets about it.

But if the moment comes that your abusers try to find you again, Beel will not hesitate to strike twice.

BELPHEGOR

The rope in your hands feels like your life line.

It was all set: the stool on the ground, the strong steel that hung from your ceiling that you nailed shut so that you don’t embarrass yourself and end up falling on the fall after you jump.

It’s so fucking dramatic you could laugh. Barely any people hang themselves these days, you only ever saw that shit on movies for comedic effect.

Guess your death will be comedic too.

You decided to scroll one last time to your DDD for the sake of old times. It was worn, broken, and used.

The only thing you thought beautiful in it is your wallpaper: a picture taken by Beel of you and Belphegor, cuddling in the attic. Your head on his chest. His chin on top of his hair. His hands around your waist.

Oh god, his hands.

The very same hands that choked you to death and pushed you down the stairs.

You cackle, and it sounded too broken to be human.

You’re so fucked up, the voice inside your head tells you, falling in love with the person who caused you your demise.

You finally step up the stool.

Belphegor, Belphegor, Belphegor… I love you.

You practiced well. You wrap the rope on your neck and try to secure the knot.

After a few tugs, you realize that it got stuck.

No, no no no…

You truly are a failure, and those people who told you that were right.

Your mind goes blank and all you could do is scream, cry, shout, as your try your absolute best in tying and untying the rope. You remove your head from the rope and step down from the stool, throwing it on the mirror in front of you and there’s a person–

There’s a person.

Wide-eyed.

Shaking.

Terrified purple eyes looking right at you.

“MC? You– you were calling for me. You summoned me here so I thought it was an emergency or you just wanted to see me,” His voice cracks. His heart beats unbearably loud as he scans the room.

Rope. Stool. Meds on the table. Scribbled notes with each brother’s name on it, with his sitting on the topmost. Your DDD in the home screen, the wallpaper in full display.

And you, oh you.

Sitting on the ground shaking, sobbing, with your eyes so tired and screams exhaustion.

Your heart missed the demon that’s in front of you. Then, your heart burns with anger and humiliation. “Belphegor… I need you to leav–”

He’s by your side, clasping your mouth. “I won’t let you use that damn pact on me, MC. Let’s go home.”

As he takes you back to Devildom, you scream again. Shout again. Squirm on his grasp, try scratching and kicking everywhere. Curse him. Damn him for taking away the only choice in life that would bring you eternal peace. Damn him for arriving at the time that you were at your weakest. Damn him for taking advantage of that weakness again, just like how he took advantage of that day in the attic.

Tell him he's a piece of shit for manipulating and killing you.

Tell him that you're as much of a piece of shit for loving him despite all that happened.

And that you’ll forgive him eventually for taking and saving your life.

The House of Lamentation panics the moment Belphegor brings you home, and you’re taken away by the other brothers while he spends his time away in the planetarium thinking about what you said. He’s so sorry, MC. He’ll do anything to prove that in this lifetime.

He gives you pleasant dreams while you recover. He gives you hope, innocent childhood memories, and bright visions for the future.

His heart beats out of his chest when he realizes that despite all of it, you still long to see his white-tipped hair and indigo eyes.

It’s hard to see each other again after recovery, there’s a suffocating silence whenever both of you are alone with each other.

Then, slowly and carefully, you find yourselves talking to each other again. Laughing with each other again. Arguing with each other again, that ends with tears and apologies and finally, mature conversations.

Cuddling in the attic again. Holding you in his arms again.

Belphegor would never, ever do the same mistakes again.

a/n: and there we go! the last part of the series (hehe… jk… unless) i started writing this for a request, and as i was writing it, it kinda became like a coping mechanism for me lol. i’d like to think that while the brother has different ways of reacting/showing their concern, all of them would still put your well-being on the top. there were a lot of asks requesting for this, and i really hope that everyone who read this particular series is all doing well in their lives and are in a safe place. please take care of yourselves.

#obey me headcanon #beelzebub headcanons #beelzebub x reader #beel x reader #belphegor x reader #om! belphegor #belphegor x y/n #belphegor x you #obey me x reader #tw. dark content #tw. abuse #tw. suicide

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the garcia brothers

words: like 1.7k

summary: basically a similar scenario to the whole "Cole x Jackie x Alex" thingy but with u and the Garcia brothers

a/n: sorry for not posting on here in a while. I wrote this little thing to get into fanfic writing again and will get to the other requests soon <3 probably will make this a series if I feel inspired enough

You were sitting in the cafeteria with Lee, your best friend, poking at your food, absolutely not hungry after having seen that revolting documentary on the holocaust in history lesson.

“God, I wish I could erase the last 90 minutes out of my memory so I could at least keep some of this food down and not starve for the rest of the day”, you groaned, shoving a fry in your mouth.

“Same”, Lee sighed. “That Nazi shit is seriously messed up. Honestly, I think I heard Olivia sobbing in the back row or something when the teacher named the number of the children murdered in the second world war.”

You raised your eyebrows. "Damn. Understandable though. It's so inhumane.”

Lee nodded. You noticed someone sitting down next to you and putting their arm around your shoulder. “What are we talking about guys?”, an all too familiar voice asked. Isaac Garcia, the brother of your best friend, who you shared a lot of your classes with, including history. “Just the pleasantries of that history lesson”, you said as he snatched some of your fries.

“I’m amazed at your ability to still eat after that horrifying documentary.”, you admitted, watching as he stuffed his mouth with the fried potato sticks, visibly hungry, his arm still securely around you. You didn't mind sharing your food and you often did so with Isaac. He would offer you gum when he had a pack, you would bring a second fork for him when you got lunch and you almost always shared your energy drinks and snacks. You didn't know the particular reason for why you both did this except for that the two of you loved food and that you liked eating in class / eating snacks so you could focus better.

“That's only one of my many talents, dear miss Y/L/N”, he said, smirking at you and giving you a little wink. “Besides, I love fries.”

You just rolled your eyes a little, knowing that Isaac basically had every girl that crossed his path swooning over him and he even flirted with you, his brother's girl best friend. Yeah, you shared your food and were pretty friendly with each other but you still were kind of annoyed about how he was such a ladies' man.

“Sure”, you just said, freeing yourself from his arm, catching Isaac frowning in the corner of your eye.

“Okay Isaac, how ‘bout you leave me and my best friend alone and go mind your business with all of those cheerleaders waiting on you.”, Lee said, pointing over to a table overcrowded with a bunch of girls from the cheerleading squad, some of them looking over to your table, probably wondering what was keeping Isaac there.

Lee seemed overly annoyed with his brother. Chill Lee, you thought to yourself. You actually kinda liked Isaac (not that you’d ever tell Lee that) and you didn't get why your best friend was acting all hostile. Sure, Isaac was annoying at times but he didn't exaggerate it. But of course, you were on your best friend’s side. “No need to get possessive, I’m already going”, he said, getting up from his chair.

He frowned as he noticed your sort of tense expression.“You seem tense, everything all right?”, he asked, sounding genuinely concerned. He was right, you had been tense. Exam stress, pressure to succeed, getting good grades and then your parents fighting. You were struggling. But Isaac didn't have to know that. “Okay Isaac, just go”, Lee groaned before you could answer the other Garcia's question.

“Already going, jeez bro. See you later, Y/N.”, he smirked, ruffling your hair. Ugh.

Relieved about him going back to his own table and Lee being able to go back to his normal self, you leaned back into your chair. “I’m so sorry about my brother Y/N”, Lee apologized, rolling his eyes. “I know he can be a lot sometimes.”

“It's fine”, you assured him, not knowing why he was always so cold and hostile whenever the three of you were together. When you watched Lee and Isaac hanging out together, without you, everything seemed just fine and they were laughing and having fun together, like normal brothers. This was the same for when you and Lee hung out just the two of you, everything seemed completely normal and fine. But when it was you, Lee and Isaac, he acted so strange. He was bitchy and rude to his brother, usually without reason. He always acted like Isaac was this horrible person that you couldn't be associated with. You thought that maybe he couldn't stand the thought of you and Isaac being friends? Maybe he hated how physical Isaac could be? You didn't know, but you were determined to find out.

After school, you and Lee decided to hang out and get ice cream. A lot of people thought that you and Lee might be a couple since the two of you were so close. It was true, you liked Lee a lot. Maybe you had had a crush on him for a little while when the two of you first met. But that was a long time ago and the two of you were now simply best friends. You thought so at least. Still, you couldn't help thinking he was cute when he attempted to speak French in class (which he surprisingly was horrible at) or when he geeked out about some new skateboarding equipment or tricks he wanted to try. Of course, you would never tell him that.

“Y/N, can I ask you something?”, Lee suddenly blurted out. The two of you were standing in line at the ice cream shop, waiting for your turn. You were slightly standing on your tip-toes, trying to get a look on all the flavors available so you could already decide on what you wanted beforehand.

“Yeah, sure. What is it?”, you said casually, standing normally again and turning to look at him.

Lee looked down at his shoes, seemingly embarrassed. You frowned, didn't he know he could ask you anything? You were now getting impatient and nervous. Why was he stalling?

“Oh, come on, Lee. You're driving me crazy. Spit it out!”

“Do you like Isaac?”

Your eyes widened and you gulped. So much for obvious. But you didn't like him. At least not like Lee probably meant in this moment. Okay, maybe you thought he was hot and funny, but he was obnoxious. He was always bothering you, in class, outside of class, at the Walters’ House. Just last week, he threw you in the pool, then at a party he randomly asked you if you wanted to play beer pong with him. With you, out of all people? You, the unpopular nerd. Then there were other incidents like when your grade was called to the assembly hall for some informative presentation on future college opportunities and Isaac just randomly sat down next to you. And besides all that weirdness from his side, he made your best friend in the whole world angry and tense. You didn't like that.

You decided to go for the shocked and surprised answer. “What! Lee! Why would you think that??”

“I don't know”, he shrugged, his expression blank. “You just always seem to laugh more when he's around and you don't really seem to mind whenever he flirts with you.”

“Flirts with me? Lee, I don't know what you're talking abou-”

“Oh please Y/N”, Lee scoffed. “Don't act like you're blind. He always flirts with you. Just today in the cafeteria, he put his arm around you. Do you know how weird that is for me? Jesus, he's my brother, Y/N.” Lee looked disgusted as he turned away from you. You didn't know his feelings were this intense.

“Lee, of course I don't like him. But you know how Isaac is, he’s always flirting with every girl that's in his eyesight. I don't think he's taken special interest in me. And besides, we wouldn't even fit together, you know how different we are.”

That seemed to calm Lee down as his expression softened and he sighed, nodding.

"Sorry for overreacting. You're right."

You didn't know why he was so against you even slightly taking an interest in his brother and why he was so disgusted at even the idea of you getting closer to him. But you figured the two of you weren't really in a position to talk about that.

Later that day, you were sitting on your bed, listening to music and doing homework when your phone made that vibrating sound to tell you you had a new message. You frowned slightly, checking who would text you at this time. It certainly wouldn't be Lee, as right now he’d probably be outside with his cousins, teaching Parker how to skateboard or something. Instead it was an unknown number.

The message just said: “hi y/n”.

You texted back pretty quickly out of curiosity. "Who's this?”

Another message appeared within seconds, making your heart drop. “Isaac. I got your number from Jackie, hope that's ok”

Jesus, why would he be texting you? This was the last thing you needed rn. And now you seriously didn't know what to text back.

“Okaay, why did you ask for my number tho”, you typed.

“idk cuz I think ur cool”

Fuck. Why’d he say something like that?

“okay.. I don't think lee doesn't like us talking tho"

You were panicky now. Lee definitely couldn't find out about this. He'd be so mad.

“he needs to chill out”

Was he seriously saying this rn? Didn't he know Lee had no chill whenever it came to you?

You were staring at your phone for a while, waiting for him to say something else, but when he didn't, you just typed back:

“srry but did you want anything else? I got homework to do”

“we should hang out outside of class sometime”

“we really shouldn't”, you texted back, even though you did kind of want to. But you couldn't. Not when Lee was so against the idea of you being closer to his brother. You couldn't do that to your best friend.

“Come onn y/n just for like an hour or so. pretty plsss”

He kept spamming you with messages the next minutes which really annoyed you so just to shut him up you replied: “fine but istg if lee finds out you’re done for”

“yes ma’am 🧎‍♂️”

God. What had you gotten yourself into??

#lee garcia x reader #my life with the walter boys x reader #isaac garcia x reader #netflix my life with the walter boys #mlwtwb x reader #mlwtwb isaac x reader #mlwtwb lee x reader #my life with the walter boys #hi i'm alive #hi i'm back

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 1 year

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Afraid of losing him. Part 2: Sirius' P. O.V

Check out Part 1.

Sirius loved to stare at Remus while he slept. Remus was so peaceful, so quiet, so beautiful. Sirius used to feel goosebumps all over his body when he saw him. Sirius used to smile and think he was luckiest person alive. Sirius used to giggle to himself because he was so in love with this boy. And Sirius touched him like the most precious thing. "Mine, mine, mine, mine..." he used to think. His Moony.

But right now, when Remus slept, were the only moments when Sirius felt some sort of peace. He could pretend the Remus that was sleeping was his beautiful Moony, the one used to adore. Not the new clingy boyfriend. Sirius could pretend everything was as it used to be. Not the mess they were. Sirius could pretend he still felt they were unstoppable, that he still felt at the top of the world when he was with Remus, not the opposite.

But lately, everything felt wrong. This Remus wasn't Sirius' Moony.

Everything had changed around them. James and Lily were having a baby. And Sirius barely saw his other friends. All of them had different lives and all of them acted like mature adults. And Remus... Remus felt so far away.

Sirius wasn't quite sure what had changed. Remus was the same, he looked the same, he felt the same, he tasted the same. But he wasn't his Moony. This Remus was so clingy and dependant of Sirius, that Sirius felt uncomfortable. Sirius wanted him back. He wanted his Moony back.

But Sirius was attached to whatever this was, because he was too much of a coward to do anything. The strong love Sirius felt for Remus once, gave him hope that things someday would feel normal. Sirius didn't want to give up on this love. He couldn't give up. Sirius felt a cold shiver down his spine only thinking about losing Remus. Sirius could actually die without Remus.

Sirius' eyes filled with tears now. That's when Remus woke up and Sirius looked away.

"Hey" Remus smiled.

"Hey"

This wasn't how they greeted each other in the mornings.

Remus moved in bed.

"What time is it?" Remus asked "Aren't you supposed to be in class?"

Sirius sighed "Yeah..." he sat up "I have class in an hour. I better go"

"Don't you want to stay with me?" Remus asked

Sirius frowned and stared at him.

"I cannot miss classes" he said "Besides, you have to work"

Remus looked sad.

"Yeah... Adult responsabilities, eh Mr. Black?" Remus smiled but there was something about his smile that didn't look genuine.

Sirius missed Remus so much. How could he get that feeling back? How could he get Moony back? He was desperate. He would do anything.

Sirius leaned in and closed his eyes before kissing Remus slowly. He was trying. He was trying so hard to feel it again. But nothing happened. It felt wrong. The way Remus kissed him felt wrong. So Sirius pulled away with an urge to cry.

"It sucks to be an adult" he said instead.

"Yeah" Remus said "And we complained about McGonagall's exams"

Why did it feel like they were old classmates who bumped into each other after years and were complaining about their lives? Why did everything feel so awkward?

Sirius faked a smile and a laugh.

"I miss Minnie so much"

I miss you so much.

"I miss her as well"

Do you?

Sirius got out of bed.

"I'm getting late, Moony. I better go"

"Pads?"

Sirius turned.

Remus have him a smile.

"I love you"

It didn't sound like he meant it. It sounded so desperate. Like when Walburga said it to Orion when she wanted something from him. Like a mantra Remus had to repeat every time. And his eyes moved desperately in search for an answer. Remus needed to hear it now. And Sirius felt he had to answer because Remus might combust otherwise.

"I love you too"

Sirius noticed the relief in Remus' expression.

"But get out of that bed before I make you, Lupin"

"I'll have to see you try, Black"

Sirius hated this new Remus. Sirius loved the old one. Sirius was still in love with the old one. But he didn't know how to get him back.

**************

"Saturday was a bummer, like you British people say... I love that word. It was good you didn't come. The music wasn't that great. And there were some dudes totally wasted that were trying to fight with us... It was nightmare honestly. Nothing is the same without you because at least I would've made fun of your hair and your royal manners.."

Ever since Benjy found out Sirius used to be part of the Black Family, he teased him calling him a little prince and a privileged douchebag. But Sirius had nothing to do with the Blacks anymore. He saw Reggie and Andy all the time. But that was it.

"And I would've made fun of your cowboy manners, Texas boy"

That made Benjy laugh. But Sirius was not in the mood.

"Anyway... You were busy with more important matters..." Banjy raised an eyebrow and smirked "Did you and Remus talk?".

Benjy had that wise aurea on him. Probably because of his beard. It felt easy to tell him things, especially about Remus because he didn't know him. Not like his friends did. They would immediately try to fix things between them. Sirius didn't need that. He needed someone impartial.

Benjy had told Sirius about his plenty of relationships. He knew about life. And he always had the best advice.

After Sirius and Remus had a stupid discussion, about Benjy, because Remus had been stupidly jealous, Benjy encouraged Sirius to talk with Remus and fix things. But all of it ended up in rough hot sex. It had felt so good in the moment. But after they were done, Sirius felt nothing was fixed. Actually it was worse.

Sirius shook his head.

"I get it. Your mouth was busy with other things"

Benjy chuckled. But Sirius didn't find it funny.

"At least Remus understood there's nothing between you and I, right?"

Sirius didn't answer.

"Okay, Sirius" Benjy said "Tell Benjy what's wrong"

They sat on a bench outside. The sunlight was great and Sirius was wearing shades. Sirius had the urge to smoke. But smoking reminded him of Remus.

"Remus is still angry, right?" Benjy added "I can call him..."

Sirius shook his head.

"I can call him and explain there is absolutely nothing between you and me...."

"No no.... It's okay. You don't have to do that"

"I don't have that bad taste, anyway" Benjy smiled.

Sirius smiled as well. But then he stopped smiling because everything hurt. Benjy looked at him curiously.

"It's not that, Benjy" Sirius explained "Remus is sure I would never... It's something else"

Benjy approached.

"What? What is it?"

Sirius wasn't sure about telling Benjy.

"You can trust me. We are friends, buds, right?"

"Buds?"

"Mates..." Benjy said in a really bad British accent that made Sirius laugh.

"Is everything okay between you and Remus?"

Sirius' eyes filled with tears.

"No"

Benjy stared at him with concern. Sirius hadn't dared to talk with James or Peter or Marlene, or any of the others about this. He didn't know why. Perhaps the fact they always saw them as this perfect couple. And Remus was their friend too

Sirius kind of trusted Benjy.

"Remus... Remus feels wrong...." Sirius started, swallowing his tears.

"In what sense?"

"When he touches me... Or kisses me... Actually in everything he does, it doesn't feel like he loves me. It feels like he is obsessed with me. It feels... As if he is desperate, that he scared that I am going to disappear any second.... And I hate that. I feel so awkward around him"

It was weird to put everything into words. It felt like Sirius was missing a lot of things to say but didn't know how to say them.

"It's not like it used to be...." Sirius continued, his eyes were full of tears "I used to be so happy, so comfortable around him. I used to love him more than anyone in this world. And he felt the same. And together... We were unstoppable. Everything felt right. I felt like we were going to be together forever. And Remus was different.... He was my Moony.... "

"Your Moony?"

Sirius sighed. How to explain it.

"That's how I called him" Sirius said "The old Remus... The one that wasn't so depressed and unsure. That Remus knew me so well. That Remus knew what to say and when to say it. Remus was the only one that actually understood me. He had that force, that sense of humor. He was the only one that made me feel inexplicable things. He drove me insane, in a good way... " he smiled "And he made me braver. He was quiet but also wild. He was the only one that told me I was being an asshole. He made me see things in a different way. I felt a different person with him....with Remus. He was amazing. Someone I would never dare to be. A complete mess" he chuckled "But a beautiful one. I loved to discover him every day. He always surprised me"

Sirius didn't realize he was crying until he stopped talking. And he wiped his tears away. Luckily his shades were covering most of it.

"And now... Now he is a scary jealous boyfriend who is obsessed with me. It's like... It's like he is sad all the time. And the only thing that makes him happy is me. And I know it sounds good but I hate it. I hate that responsability.... I want my boyfriend back.... I need him.... I don't want to be worried about Remus all the time. I don't want to say things and do things just to make him happy..."

Sirius stopped because he didn't know how to express the rest.

"Woow" Benjy sighed after a while "It's too much"

Sirius nodded.

"Relationships have states, Sirius" Benjy explained. Sirius looked at him.

"One of them, actually the most beautiful one is the honeymoon phase... But it doesn't last.... And after it, it's when couples get tested. Problems start, and routine starts and there are other things you discover about your partner..." Benjy nodded "Most couples don't survive it, the ones have true love, even in difficult times are the ones that stay"

Sirius frowned "Are you saying Remus and I... We didn't survive?" it hurt only saying it.

"No. No. I'm not saying that" Benjy cleared his throat "I am saying that you shouldn't get stuck in the past or the honeymoon phase, because it's done.... Now you and Remus have to fight to keep the love alive"

Sirius was doing everything possible to fight. Remus was doing the same but everything felt different and wrong.

"Do I have to do things differently? What I do I do to fix things?"

Perhaps both Remus and Sirius had changed. And perhaps they needed to change things for their relationship to work again.

"Can I give you an advice?" Benjy asked "I think I know what is the problem here"

Sirius was desperate to know. So he nodded.

"Have I ever told you I was engaged?"

Sirius raised an eyebrow. He had learned Benjy had had many relationships but engaged....

"Engaged?"

"Yeah" Benjy nodded.

"Noo..." Sirius giggled.

"Yeah"

"What happened?"

Benjy sighed.

"She was my best friend. We grew up together. We went to same school. We got along so well, that everyone excepted us to be together..." Benjy suddenly looked so much younger and naive than he appeared.

"So we fell in love. Or so I thought..." Benjy continued "And we were happy. Everything was so perfect, that when I turned 19, almost your age..." Benjy smiled "I decided to propose. And she said yes.... And I thought I was going to be really happy, that she was the love of my life..."

"And?"

"And..."Benjy smiled" She left me on the altar"

Sirius was surprised. He thought it would've been the other way around based on what he knew of Benjy.

"What?"

"Yeah..." Benjy said "She left a letter saying she was sorry but I was going to understand one day that we weren't going to be happy together.... And at first, I got angry and depressed because I loved her... But now.... Now I thank her. Thanks her to her, I've traveled around the world, and I've decided to pursue my true passion: art... " Sirius smiled" And I discovered I am bisexual.... " Benjy sighed" I would've been miserable with her"

Sirius didn't understand what this had to do with Remus and him. Sirius swallowed.

"Are you saying I should break up with Remus because I will be happier without him?"

Sirius' heart ached only thinking about it. He didn't want to. He didn't want to discover a new life without him.

Benjy took a while to respond.

"No... No... I am not saying that" Benjy said "I am saying that is not healthy to depend so much on someone... Because you don't know what would happen in the future. If that someone is actually for you"

Sirius unconsciously touched the moon tattoo on his wrist. Remus and him were soulmates. The moon and the stars, right?

"And for what you are telling me, you and Remus are very dependant on each other. Especially Remus"

Sirius thought about all the times Remus didn't want to get out of bed, only when Sirius dragged him. Sirius thought about the jealous attacks Remus had been having. Sirius thought about how Remus tried to fix every fight with sex and physical affection, and how Remus always agreed with Sirius, how he didn't fight back. Like before. Sirius thought about that time when they had a strong fight and Remus clenched to his waist and cried like a child begging him not to leave him.

What had happened to Remus? He was a pathetic excuse of a boyfriend. He was not the Remus Sirius knew.

"I don't want to break up with Remus" Sirius cried "I don't want a life without him. I love him. I love him so much, Benjy"

"That's not healthy, Sirius"

Fuck, and perhaps Sirius was the same clingy boyfriend. Perhaps he was obsessed and dependant of Remus as much as Remus was of him. It was true, they had based their lives on each other. They had loved each other so much that now they didn't know how to live without each other. They were pathetically trying to do everything to maintain this relationship. And maybe that was the problem. Maybe their love had turned into obsession. It made Sirius sick thinking about it.

"Do I have to break up with him?"

Benjy patted Sirius' back.

"Not necessarily" he said.

Sirius needed to believe there was hope still. That he and Remus could get back to what they used to be.

"Just... Focus on yourselves. Spend less time with each other... See your friends more"

"We have the same friend group"

"That's also a problem" Benjy hissed "Don't you have friends that are only yours?"

"I have you"

Benjy smiled.

"That's sweet, handsome" Benjy said "And Remus?"

"Remus... Remus has this friend... He lives in Brighton though"

"Good! Maybe it would help that Remus spends some time in Brighton with his friend..." Benjy added "Just try not to depend on each other.... It would help to have more things to tell each other about. To miss each other. It would refresh your relationship...."

Sirius nodded. Benjy was right. Perhaps spending less time with each other would help. Perhaps they could fix things. Perhaps being separate would make the love come back. Because Sirius was not going to lose this love. He was not going to lose Remus.

"And if it doesn't work?"

Benjy took a deep breath.

"Then, my dear friend Sirius, you have to understand that perhaps you were not meant to be"

Sirius closed his eyes for a second because only hearing that hurt. But no. This was Remus and him.

"We are going to fix things" Sirius said "I know it"

Benjy smiled "I really hope so"

He patted Sirius' shoulder and stood up.

"Come on... Let's get to class"

Sirius nodded. He was going to stand up when he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. It was Remus. Remus was calling him.

"Is it him?" Benjy asked, because Sirius was frozen.

"Yeah"

But Sirius shut off his phone and pocketed it.

"But I am not going to answer" Sirius said "He needs to learn to be without me, right?"

Benjy nodded "It's for the better"

Sirius hoped this worked. Sirius really hoped he could have his Moony back.

He stood up.

"Let's go"

#marauders #maraudersera #marauders headcanon #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #muggleau #marauders muggle au #benjy fenwick

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yuk1nya-moved · 2 years

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#—A BIT MORE THAN ENEMIES

r. rosehearts / gn ! reader

warnings : tiny bit of angst el oh el , slight swearing

" It seems like fate has a different plan for us "

*⁀➷ a/n at the end !

part 1 | part 2

￫ summary : with the finals coming up, is there really any time for you to discuss your feelings?

"Ugh! Why are there so much dates..." You complained while studying magical history, it was 2 weeks before exams but yout though it was best to start studying earlier if you wanted to keep your spot in the top 10.

Except everything would be fine, if you didnt have a crush on your rival ! Gosh, how dare he steal your heart. You tried to ignore it for days but whenever you look at him, you get mesmerized.. by.. his.. pretty.. annoying face !

He was your rival why are you inlove with him? Your thoughts were disturbed when you felt soft tapping on your shoulder.

"Hey..[name]" Deuce said while Ace was behind him. "Would you mind tutoring us..?" He said shyly "Ah- um, sure" a bit startled by their presence "Really? Thank the seven !" Deuce replied

"So, why did you ask me to tutor you guys?" You asked "Riddle said if we fail again its 'off with our heads'" Ace said while mimicking him

You giggled a bit at his mimicking, but then you though about him again. You hated every fiber of him, he was so annoying, and bossy, and- "Yo, [name]? You there" Ace cut off your thoughts once again "A- of course. Sorry"

While tutoring them, you didn't notice a piercing stare at the three of you. The one and only, Riddle Rosehearts. He was there to study too, he didn't mind you tutoring them. I mean he did order them to study.

Yet, he can't control these bubbling feelings in his chest. Jealousy? Never! But he really just can't when your laughing with them and smiling genuinely. Not the smile he usually sees when you get the right answer. Your genuine smile

Oh, how he wishes it was him, but you were his rival. Rivals aren't supposed to develop feelings for each other right? All he can do is watch, while tucking away his feelings.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

1 week left before exams, and your little crush got worse. During class you'd catch yourself staring at him, you weren't that spiteful against him anymore. What's worse is that he doing the same ! No more teasing or competing with you anymore

You tried to spite him by sticking your tongue out at hin when you got the right answer, but he jusy glanced at you. Did he start to hate you? You hadn't done anything wrong right?

Unbeknownst to you, all these assumptions are wrong. He now cannot look at your face or else he will pass out. When did you become so... lovable? Either way there was one thing you both thought. You had to get the top spot.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

After 2 weeks of nonstop studying, you were hoping it would pay off. To be completely honest, you weren't sure if you were gonna secure your spot.

While in your room, doing whatsoever a loud bang suddenly opens your door. "thE FUCK???" quickly changing your direction to the open door to see Ace and Deuce there.

"[name]... Riddle's looking for you at the rose maze" Ace puffed, obviously tired. "okay, but did you seriously have to do that to my door? Y'know you'll have to pay for it right?" "YES WE KNOW BUT CAN YOU GO TO RIDDLE NOW??"

"fine."

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

"What do you want, Rosehearts." You groaned, having better things to do "If you're gonna brag about some-" "I like you, [name]."

what. "Rosehear- I mean Riddle. A-are you serious? As in romantically or..?" "Yes, I do like you romantically. Since god knows when, but you- you..! you make me feel some type of way." He said while heat crept on his face

You were left speechless, stunned, frozen, by the sudden confession. But you also had to answer him. "Oh! well- I also like you.. since, I dont know either." You said. Both stunned by the confessions, you decided to tease him.

Inching towards him, cupping his face, then, *chu!* a small kiss on the cheek ?! He expected you to kiss him on the lips.., though two could play at that game. Cupping cheeks once again, giving a kiss on your lips

After pulling away, with rose-painted cheeks you suddenly burst into giggles "Hm? What's so funny [name]?" "I-its just the Riddle Rosehearts ! Has fallen inlove ! Hehe !" You replied "Oh shut it !" While bickering for a while, someone finally interupted you two.

"wow ! Lovers quarrel already ?" An orange-haired junior said. While conviniently snapping a pic. "No !" As if on cue, you both said it at the same time.

￫ A/N : I DID NOT KNOW HOW TO END IT TBH SO THE ENDING'S SHITTY IM SK SORRY

But heres p. 2 with two idiots ig 😒

￫ back to the navi ?

#twst #twisted wonderland riddle x reader #twisted wonderland riddle #twst riddle #twst riddle rosehearts #twst riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts #disney twisted wonderland #disney riddle rosehearts #twst ride x reader

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el-im · 2 years

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whenever i see u on my dash i go on your blog and click the "captain's log" tag to see what youve been up to since last i saw you, i always hope you're doing alright because you seem like such a sweet and genuine person, i'm certain you make people in your life very happy by being their friend, you're also beautiful which is irrelevant but i wanted you to know, hope you're having a good day. do you have any movie recommendations?

my gosh. thank you. i was so surprised to hear this, and so touched. it's hard for me to imagine--doing the tedious business of slogging through it every day--that anything in my life could possibly be of interest, but this is... sweetness beyond sweetness. it's hard for me to picture someone taking the time to see what i've been up to, and this is ! so kind--beyond my imagination of what kind is. thank you, again, sincerely, from the bottom of my heart.

unfortunately, i haven't been watching half as many movies as i'd like (and even less than i ought). part of the reason i took some time to answer this was because i was hoping i could finish one i'm partway through and possibly suggest it, but it's nearing one in the morning here and i've just finished all my homework, and finishing a movie now seems... improbable. that said! though i haven't finished it yet, i'm maybe an hour into being there (1979) dir. hal ashby, starring peter sellers and shirley maclaine, and, though it is making me quite sad, i'm enjoying it thus far, and think it's well done. i'm reading a biography of sellers right now and was intrigued by the strangeness of their relationship on set, just the small things i've read so far about what they talked about/the impressions they had of each other

just for the sake of saying so, i am also partway through gaslight with ingrid bergman, hedda gabler with ingrid bergman (i just saw the play, then read she was in a televised production and--loving her--felt compelled to watch it), and videodrome, none of which i am particularly enjoying, and have been thinking of nothing lately but some like it hot and blue velvet, which are favorites of mine, and that i hope to carve out time to re-watch soon.

in terms of new recommendations (well--movies i haven't seen before, not necessarily contemporary recommendations), i recently saw the man with the golden arm (1955) dir. otto preminger which i thought was magnificent. if you'll pardon the pun, frankly, i don't know a lot about sinatra, but he always rubbed me the wrong way. what little i did hear of was seldom positive, and he tended to behave rather aggressively in the live show recordings i'd listened to of him with the rat pack, which i wasn't endeared by, and i'd never seen him in a movie i really enjoyed, or thought he was noteworthy in... and this completely changed my opinion of him. i, though i admittedly haven't seen him in much, have never seen him so well suited to a role, or believed he ever carried a character so well into reality. the movie was intelligent, and complex, and the story is strong, and intricate. i was beyond impressed by it, not having gone into it expecting much, and was blown away.

i also really enjoyed rivers and tides (2001) dir. thomas riedelsheimer which is a documentary exploration of the work of andy goldsworthy, who is one of my favorite artists (speaking both as an illustrator and as someone studying biology and thus--to some extent--naturalism and the earth). since discovering it, i have found all his work magnificent and the film itself is beautiful!

other than that, i recently saw warsha (2022) dir. dania bdeir and lakana (2022) dir. teppo airaksinen at the manhattan shorts film festival (that is--a crowd of just me + the local senior center in the lecture hall at my college's library) and thought they were both stunningly beautiful and poignant.

i bought a ticket for another film festival taking place on thursday (though i really shouldn't have--I have an exam that day, in the morning, and another the following morning, but they're only showing them for one night...), so hopefully will come out of it with at least one further recommendation!

#also this is so strange but... oh. thank you again. i've been having such a hard time just. being lately.#it seems like everything in my life which could possibly go wrong is taking that opportunity right at this moment #and everything is becoming very difficult all at once #so. it is particularly nice to hear this. right now.#so thank you again. and i hope you know that you have made a very kind extension to me in such a strange time #but it means so much to me! because things are... oppressive. right now.#asks #:')#anyway i dont mean to be weird but really thank you this is so sweet

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glassesandswords · 2 years

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Hello! This is random, but I’m a curious bee. I’ve seen on internet that people stereotype people from India as really smart and competitive about school. Is it true? Did/Do you feel pressure about doing well at school?

Well, I won't call everyone smart, but the thing is, there's a lot of population and extremely limited good seats for the popular careers. So, naturally, the competition is cut-throat where each and every mark counts. Students get a taste of this national competition during the tenth grade exams, but it is only during 12th grade and the actual stream-based entrance exams when they go batshit crazy. There's SO much pressure and high expectations, especially if you are a kid who has a slightly above-average performance in academics.

This is also the reason why many students from India choose to study abroad if they can afford it (or even if they can't, they take loans), all because it is so, so difficult to get into good colleges and eventually get high-paying jobs in an underpaid country.

A more personal take below:

To answer your other question, yes, I have faced immense pressure in the academic front too. I did really well in tenth grade exams and was pressured by my family to take up the science stream for 12th grade exams to pursue a 'respectable' career like Engineering/Medicine.

But the two years that followed were hellish- full of failures, feelings of extreme incompetency, the fear that everyone was getting ahead of me, and a constant internal chant of "I'm gonna fail these exams so bad, i won't get into a good college, i won't get a good job, i have destroyed my life"

When I was writing the JEE exam (an engineering entrance exam-it's one of the toughest exams in the world), I remember looking at the paper, mind blank except for the thought, "Is this how I want to live for the rest of my life? In a stream i can't understand and a career i don't love?"

That question was enough for me to flip a 180 and switch streams to humanities and media- a field less socially respected but something I genuinely loved. It took a lot to convince my family, and it wasn't the best decision in terms of how much money I get to earn (my best friend who did engineering literally earns 4x more than me), but I have no regrets.

I genuinely enjoyed what I studied in college, the kinds of people I met, and I love the job I am doing rn. And no matter the disapproval i still get from some people I know and all the salary comparisons, I haven't turned back, and I don't feel the need to.

The rat-race for money and status isn't worth your happiness and passion for life.

#i never even checked my JEE results lol #fuck that exam #asks #personal

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dailybeastarsthings · 2 years

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Chapter 36 - Shopping Spree

Exam week flew by like a storm, which after the students finally had some clear air to breathe. Whether they passed with flying colors or barely made the passing mark, everyone was relieved to wake up on a Monday morning when no exams were scheduled and no papers or assignments were due.

One day, as Sheila was getting ready for a Geography lesson, a group of three students, a duck, a donkey and a sheep, asked her to join their picture. She forced a smile, hoping that the other girls reaching out to her was them genuinely opening up to her and accepting her but as soon the picture was taken, they walked away and started talking about their appearances instead and posting the image on a social media site, called Beastbook.

‘Hey, Peach…’ Sheila said uncertainly, calling for the sheep.

‘Oh, did you mind?’ Peach asked. ‘I can delete the post if you’d like.’

‘No, no, it’s fine…’ The girls went back to talking about how rapidly Peach kept gaining her followers on Beastbook. ‘Totally fine…’

During lunchbreak, Juno joined Sheila to share a meal together and talk about the upcoming session for the Drama Club. As they were talking, Sheila could only focus on what happened before. ‘Totally fine’ kept echoing in her thoughts.

‘No, it’s not fine!’ she yelled, slamming his fists on the table so hard, the plates raised from it.

‘What? What happened?’ Juno asked, thinking that her question about a new makeup look might have offended her friend.

‘Beastbook! Herbivore students keep taking pictures with me and other carnivores, posting it online! It’s the worst time ever for pictures like that! At this rate, every carnivore is gonna be victimized by the internet! You’re a wolf, you’re ought to get it!’

‘Well, what can you do?’ Juno asked with a smile, realizing what her friend was mad about. ‘Beastbook is getting really popular. It’s turning into an internet society, in fact.’

Juno was right. The number of the site’s users grew rapidly each month. And while the photos of food, families and purchased goods always caught the eyes of others, there was one particularly concerning pattern: photos showing both herbivores and carnivores became the pinnacle of popularity, gaining more likes than any other posts.

‘Don’t you like having pictures taken of you?’ Juno asked.

‘Do you?’ Sheila asked, half knowing the answer already.

‘Well personally, I don’t see any problem with it. I think it is proof that there are carnivores and herbivores who want to get along together.’

‘But… being in those pictures with herbivores is the only thing I do. They get away from me as soon as they are done taking the picture…’ Sheila sighed. ‘I feel like before we were in better terms because we at least had a little bit of communication.’ She shook her head then turned to Juno. ‘Are you on Beastbook, too?’

‘Yeah’ Juno replied gleefully. ‘But I only take pictures with girls I’m on good terms with. I guess that’s a pretty canine thing to do?’

‘Well… kind of. I tried it, too but deleted my account and stopped using it after three days. I guess it’s because us felines are not that social to begin with – we prefer not to use social outlets.’

Juno took out her phone to show Sheila her account. She was surprised how popular her friend was getting on the platform.

‘Good grief you’re popular’ she said. ‘Your follower count probably comes from the herbivores in the pictures.’

‘Probably but there is no way helping that’ Juno replied. ‘Plus, I think herbivores act paranoid because of their defense mechanisms at work, which we have no way of understanding. So I think it would do them a lot of good if we, carnivores, took pictures with them!’ Juno’s cheer outshined the room, which blinded Sheila, leaving her speechless.

***

The next day, Peach arrived to Sheila to take a picture on time. At this point, it was almost part of Sheila’s daily schedule.

‘Juno is such a wonderful friend. What should I do to share her mindset?’ she thought as she forced a smile, getting blinded by the flash. Peach then walked away, tapping on the screen of her phone, ready to share the image on Beastbook. ‘Hold on, defensive mechanisms!?’ it clicked for Sheila. ‘Why are they blaming us for everything!?’ She clenched her fist. ‘I hate this. As a female and as a cheetah, I hate this kind of relationship! I hate it so much!’

She didn’t even realize that she walked behind Peach as she was thinking this, grabbing her arm from behind.

‘Peach! Can we hang out somewhere together!? Just the two of us! Tell me when you’re free!’ Sheila said, almost yelling and demanding. Peach’s face turned pale as she was surprised by the sudden proposal; while Sheila was more shocked of how open and forward she had been just then.

Suddenly, a news report from the day before hit Sheila. In that, they said that a goat was murdered and devoured by his fox roommate. She turned pale, thinking she might have seen it, too. It’d been getting tougher for carnivores because of the increase in the number of murder incidents as the nights were getting longer. Sheila could only hope she didn’t scare her friend forcing them to separate and become distant.

‘Sure! How about tomorrow?’ Peach asked. Sheila was surprised by the response, since she expected a complete denial, but she was happy to agree. Hesitant, but happy.

The following day, after school, the girls took the metro to travel to the city together. On their way, Sheila almost regretted her choices of inviting Peach out, reflecting on how it was only an impulse and hoping she didn’t scare her. Peach, on the other hand, seemed to feel quite happy.

‘It’s been a while since I last went outside’ she said. ‘I think I might visit my parents this month. But right now, I want to check out some new clothes! What about you?’ she asked with excitement glistening in her black eyes.

‘I’d like to check out some new clothes, too. I heard that spring fashion is already in stores.’

Sheila turned her head away and sighed. She didn’t want to admit it to Peach, but she felt really uncomfortable, already thinking about excuses for them to return to the school as soon as possible.

The girls got off at Osaka Boulevard, where one of the best shopping center of the city was. As they entered, the artificially scented air hit their nostrils, causing them both to sneeze, and then chuckle. The huge number of different shops and hundreds of customers were slowly getting to Sheila, however. It didn’t help her situation that she was catcalled by other animals multiple times.

‘This is almost too much for me’ she thought. ‘I bet Juno would have no problem with dealing this situation though.’

They checked a few window displays together before Peach pointed out that the better clothes shops are on the 4th floor.

‘So, how many boyfriends have you had? I bet you’re really popular’ Peach said in an attempt to break the ice as they were riding the escalator.

‘Oh no, I’m not popular at all!’ Sheila said awkwardly. She was not ready for girl talk and gossiping. ‘I’ve only had one boyfriend and we broke up a while ago.’

‘Really? Why did you break up?’ Peach asked. Meanwhile they arrived in a boutique and started looking for clothes together.

‘Well… It’s difficult. It all started well and we were both head-over-heels in love, but one time he made a comment on my body and it broke my heart. We had an argument about it and I decided to give him one more chance, but I slowly fell out completely, which I couldn’t maintain anymore.’

‘But you have such a nice figure.’

‘Well, not really. All cheetahs have small heads and skinny arms and legs, so it’s not really unique. Plus on the inside, I’m just a clumsy, irresponsible high school girl.’

‘Don’t say that! Here, try this coat on!’ Peach encouraged Sheila as she handed her a purple coat with light pink and white diagonal lines crossing each other on it.

‘This looks great!’ Sheila said in excitement before her smile froze off. ‘But I can’t wear anything with patterns.’

‘Why?’ Peach asked curiously.

‘Because I already have spots on my body’ Sheila explained as she put the coat back on the rack.

‘I see! Does that mean you can only wear plain clothes?’

‘Yup. Don’t get me wrong, I do like to dress in style, but my options are quite limited, which sucks.’

‘Sorry, I had no idea’ Peach lowered his head.

‘Don’t be.’ Sheila smiled. ‘But why don’t we see what would look good on you. I bet you have loads more options since your body is pure white.’

‘Can we?’ Peach asked with such shine in her eyes like children have in a candy store.

‘I think it’s fun to find the right colors. Let’s find you some good clothes!’

The girls separated and went all around the boutique. Dresses, shirts, skirts, it was all available in a wide range of colors, cuts and shapes. Peach was trying to decide whether she wanted to try on a lavender one-piece dress when Sheila stepped to her, holding a powder pink, knitted cardigan in her hands.

‘What do you think? I think this would look great on you.’

Peach really liked the cardigan but her excitement evaporated when she checked the label.

‘This is really pretty but I can’t wear this’ she said. Sheila tilted her head in confusion. ‘Polyester conducts electricity, it would be bad for my wool’ Peach explained. ‘Here, I’ll show you.’ She touched the fabric and moved her fingers around on it for a bit. As she pulled her hand away, the wool on it became extremely fuzzy, like cotton candy. She then proceeded to touch Sheila, which sent a tiny but surprisingly shocking jolt of electricity in her arm.

‘So your options are limited, too?’ Sheila asked before bursting into laughter. ‘I guess we both have it rough then.’

The girls then went back to search for new clothes for Peach. This time though, together.

‘She is really serious about picking the right clothes for me…’ Peach thought. ‘I was really surprised when she invited me out, I thought she was antisocial. I hate to admit it, but at first, I was really afraid when she grabbed me… I’m sorry for judging you, Sheila.’ Peach grabbed the lower edge of Sheila’s coat as they were looking around.

They left with a beautiful flower-patterned dress for Peach and a crimson coat for Sheila. The girls then went to a bakery where both of them ate a slice of blueberry pie and drank a cup of caramel hot chocolate. During their time together, they shared multiple facts of their species – what they can and cannot eat, what they have to pay attention to when they are socializing and who they think is the cutest boy in Cherryton.

Before heading back to school they sat down in a nearby park to enjoy the sunset together.

‘I’m glad I got that dress! Thank you for helping me find it, Sheila!’ Peach said with a wide smile on her face.

‘No problem, I had fun, too.’ Sheila said.

A moment of silence sat between them as they enjoyed the last golden rays of the sun hitting their faces. Sheila got a bit closer to Peach.

‘Can we take a picture?’ she asked.

‘You don’t mind?’ Peach asked in surprise.

‘Of course not. I want a keepsake for our first time hanging out like this.’

‘Okay, mind if I use my phone?’ Peach asked as she searched around in her bag.

‘Sure, I’ll hold it so we can have a better angle.’

Sheila held Peach’s phone in front of them and took the picture. They both smiled and this time, the smile on Sheila’s face was honest.

‘I have to say, I had so much fun it never even crossed my mind to take a picture.’ Peach said as she looked on her phone. ‘Oh, this is such a nice picture. I don’t even think I should brag about it. I think I’ll just keep it in my phone as a memory.’

‘Really?’ Sheila asked in surprise.

‘Eh, on second thought, I’m gonna post it.’ Sheila gently bonked Peach on the head with her fist and the two of them laughed together as the sun disappeared on the horizon. The picture became very popular, gaining a lot of likes. But it was not just a post on a social media site. It was a milestone for a wonderful friendship.

#beastars #beastars overhaul

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i'm kinda back, i'm kinda back !! and, i have my laptop on split screen so i know what i said last week and what you responded (crazy! it's been a week!) and, apologies from my end once again !! :((

i've been pulling through much to our surprise, had a revelation the other day and that gave me the drive to just push! the revelation is: this course is just deadline heavy, the exam itself is just a few theories and full bodies of three legislations: the GDPR, CTR, and.... MDR! (also, we had a lecture on MDR yesterday. the last think i expected to hear was that condoms are seen as medical devices which does make sense but i was surprised.) but am i really in health sciences/public health if i don't get enlightened every other day? yeah, exactly 😔😭

how are your academics going !? saw you got midterms done, hopefully all went well !! i just know you did your best and i'm so so proud of you lovelie !! 🫶🫶 also, how are you doing !? hopefully you have treated yourself to getting on top of all of it !! <3

how is your burn doing from last week? hopefully all healed !! but, honestly, i have much much respect for what you do !! you're practically doing chemistry with drinks that are..... wait. how do i word it? that tend to make one more alive? is that it? idk! 😭😭

weather, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, becca!! it's getting so much better !! we're hitting 17+ weather!! yesterday it was hot as heck, and i wore a bomber jacket and a turtle neck jUST IN CASE. didn't realise it would be /that/ hot. hopefully your weather is not too bad ?!

oOoOh!! cinnamon lattes sound so cool !! i'd love that because cinnamon just has a wonderful scent, aaaa !! so i can imagine it'd be heavenly !! two each shift ?! dang !! (i'd do the same) oooh, so fancy becca !! 🤭🤭 bears on flat whites 😭 sounds a bit concerning without context but i love that sm !! what's your favourite design you've made so far !?

the answer to the joke! well, the man left because... man go. he saw the mango sign beside the mangos, right? and the man chose to go. ha! (that sounded better in my head 😞) apologies if it wasn't funny 🫠 my essay has come to an end !! but, i hope you do take care of yourself and i'm sending you all the love in the universe and just keep smiling and have the best day ever !! love ya bunches !!! 🫶🫶

surprise surprise ,, it’s time for MY apologies !! so glad to have you back here though love ,, seeing you in my inbox NEVER fails to make me smile omg

AHHHH I’M SO PROUD OF YOU !!!! i KNEW you could do it omg ,, you’ve got this down sweets !!! honestly everything you reveal about your course just makes me more n more appreciative of your brain because oh my god i could never understand HALF of these things !!!! like that’s so impressive to me !!!! how are the studies currently treating you then love ?

AHHH THANK YOU ! and yes !!! finally got them all handed in so i have a solid month or so of relaxation before finals 🤩 i decided to treat myself by .. booking a trip to italy with one of my friends which MAY be over the top but hey !!!! i deserve a little treat !!!

the burn has healed herself up too !! i did , somehow , cut myself on a milk jug my last shift though ? which even for me is baffling , i have no clue how i’ve managed that ? you’re so right about the chemistry thing omg !!! especially w our new summer menu ,, i genuinely feel like i’m crafting little potions and creations every time i make one and i love it sm 😭😭😭

THE WEATHER HEARD YOUR PRAYERS LOVE !! i’m so glad omg it’s about TIME !!!! finally getting the weather u deserve <33 our weather’s been so temperamental omg , one day it’s absolutely gorgeous out and the next it’s lashing down so we can’t win 😔

trust i would make you the most delicious , delectable cinnamon latte of your life sweetheart 🫶 it sounds VERY concerning out of context omg 😭😭😭 the other day i made a lil heart with a smiley face and as silly as it was i absolutely loved it 😭 like !!! it’s so goofy !!!

THE MAN GO OH MY GOD HOW DID I NOT GET THAT 😭😭😭 i actually giggled out loud at that , cheesy jokes like these are so my niche so i LOVED that sm stop

i’m sending you all of the love , joy n positivity i possibly can sweetheart !!! thank you again for blessing my inbox with your sweet presence and lovely words ,, always so so nice to hear from you m’love 😽💌🫶

#🕸️ ˚✧ ₊˚ʚ love letters

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 7 months

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Yuu can do it!

Part 35

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Enma carefully dusted off a lower shelf, preparing to leave. There was a guy with green hair outside, rapping fervently on the window, as he did basically every other night, seeking answers as to where his ‘Waka-sama’ was, as if Enma would suddenly understand who that was this time… but the store was closed, so this was not Enma’s problem. Should have come within the established store hours. Then Enma would humor him, for only then was he held captive by his responsibilities.

Even Sam was ignoring the potential customer, his magenta eyes scanning over the store’s stock critically.

“Little ghoul? Do you know what day it is?”

Enma thought for a moment, before shrugging. They had just passed midterm exams the week prior, which meant time did not matter to him in the slightest. But he had memorized the days for each exam, so... “The… 25th of October? I think?”

Sam sighed, and Enma almost feared that he had gotten it wrong, but the man wasn’t annoyed with him: “They know my schedule better than I do.”

Enma frowned. “Uh, do you have a stalker or something? Do you need help?”

Sam grinned at him briefly before taking out his phone. “Nothing like that, don’t worry.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and stepped around the man’s contemplation of his calendar (a truly important thing, he wouldn’t dare to break Sam’s focus) so he could set the duster in its unofficial place behind the counter. It was technically supposed to go in the store room, but neither of them ever bothered to take it back there.

Now, though, he was considering expending the necessary effort. Because he was the kind of employee who always went the extra mile, not because he felt slightly awkward when he wasn’t in the know. Not at all. He just also, by chance, happened to take the time to ask what was going on, because he liked making conversation with Sam.

“What is wrong, then?”

“Not wrong, per se, just annoying. The other schoolkids must have realized that I usually have a sale at the end of October and are waiting to buy things until then.”

Enma gasped. A sale? He had never loved his curious nature more than he did in that moment. Hell yeah, a sale –.

… wait.

“I suppose I’ll have to work that day,” he said, already grimacing at the idea of working in that kind of chaos.

“I’ll give you Overtime pay, don’t worry.”

“I’ll take a discount instead and call it even. In the spirit of sales and all,” Enma said, batting his eyelashes.

“You get your things at wholesale price. I can’t go any lower without losing money,” Sam said, raising an eyebrow at him, more amused than genuinely annoyed.

Enma huffed. “I’m not worth losing a few dollars over?”

“You say that like that’s not a lot! I would sell my firstborn to a demon for a couple of dollars.”

He considered this for a few moments.

“I mean, having a kid would kind of mess up your ‘cool uncle’ vibe,” he decided.

“Exactly. You get it.” He ruffled Enma’s hair. “Now, go home. You have class tomorrow.”

He grinned widely as he set far too many bags on the kitchen table, leaving his poor roommates (literally poor, they had no money) in shock.

“Sam let me have the first pick of the stuff that’s going on sale tomorrow, and I’m getting Overtime pay during the sale. We’re set.”

This was how Deuce and Ace found them gathered around their kitchen table, laughing evilly over their newfound fortune (two whole weeks' worth of groceries). They paused, their backpacks half off their shoulders, prepared to do their homework, but they suddenly did not trust the Ramshackle residents to be able to reason out the answers with them.

But then Deuce figured it out through context clues such as them actually having a surplus of food for once and the rumors that had spread through the school about how Sam usually had a sale around this time of year, and his eyes gleamed. “The sale starts tomorrow?”

Enma nodded in confirmation.

Deuce cackled maniacally.

Ace looked around at his fallen friends, considering whether he wanted to stay to cure them or run before their laughter had infected him, too.

Ito absently tossed their wooden spoon from hand to hand, glaring at the chicken they were frying as if that would make it be done faster. Enma wasn’t sure why they were in such a rush, Kuroki wasn’t done cutting the vegetables, so it wasn’t like they would finish anytime soon regardless.

But whatever. He wasn’t an expert or anything.

He glanced through the door to make sure that their friends weren’t doing anything too stupid. They had sent Ace, Deuce, and Grim out to do their homework while they waited for the food to be ready. Did any one of them think they’d actually do it? Absolutely not. It had only been a few minutes, but they were already slacking off, debating the ethics of punting small children for some reason – Enma didn’t want to know. All that was important was that they weren’t in the kitchen.

Why was Enma allowed in? Well, they trusted him to have enough self-control and self-awareness to not touch the food until it was done.

Enma had long-since stopped pretending to man the fire extinguisher. If Ito hadn’t burned their house down yet, they probably wouldn’t.

Still. Enma watched Ito like a hawk. Not because he was concerned, just a little confused.

“How are you so good at cooking but so awful at Alchemy? Isn’t it kind of the same thing?”

“I’m going to hit you with my spoon.”

“I can handle it,” Enma said.

He could not.

His arm hurt now. Crimes have been committed.

Kuroki snickered. Even worse.

But then he shrugged. “Honestly, I’m surprised that you’re even as fluent in Japanese as you are.”

Ito paused.

“Japanese?”

It was silent for a solid few moments, save for the chicken sizzling in the pan.

And that’s how they found out that the school had an enchanted translator. Just not one that would translate things in and out of Spanish. After some trial and error, mostly done by Ito (who knew a surprising number of languages) and Enma (who had tried to learn English once, only to immediately give up because the grammar rules – or lack of them – had pissed him off), they learned it translated English and Japanese, but nothing else. Enma and Kuroki could only give them consoling pats on the back as they cursed at the inhumanity of it all.

At least they didn’t have to think about that for long, because Kuroki realized that his next ‘assignment’ was to cut a singular jalapeno. “I don’t think it needs –.”

“How the fuck can you not handle –?! It’s one pepper!” Ito said.

“They’ve got a point, man. There has to be something wrong with your tastebuds.”

Kuroki sputtered. “All of us have something wrong with our tastebuds!”

“Sure, but is the spice thing new?”

Kuroki rolled his eyes and refused to answer.

“Maybe you’re allergic or something,” Ito offered.

“I mean, I’m pretty sure the tastebuds that register spice are similar to the ones that warn you when food is hot – temperature-wise, I mean – so maybe you just can’t tolerate heat in general.”

Kuroki grimaced. “I don’t like the sound of that. Don’t experiment on me.”

Life was just one tragedy after another for one Enma Yuuken.

“Or…” Kuroki hesitated. “Well, my parents never really bothered to teach me to cook, so I ended up eating whatever was easy to make or within biking distance. I just never developed a taste for spice.”

Enma and Ito looked at each other with wide eyes. They were not therapists, they did not know how to respond to any of this. Comfort? Was comfort the way? Maybe Kuroki would just like them to move on like usual and not treat him any differently? What if –?

Kuroki’s lips began to twitch upwards at the corners, and he tried pressing them together more thinly to hide this, but Enma saw.

“Hey! You can’t pull the trauma card for this!”

Ito groaned. “I’m putting in three peppers just for that.”

Kuroki hissed a curse.

Enma pressed his palms into his eyes, formulas dancing in his minds eye despite his best efforts. He had wanted to learn about magic, but not like this. He didn’t need math to know that spells moved through the air fast, and that people who were better at magic could throw them faster. He had seen it for his own eyes during that Overblot. He should get so much extra credit after that Overblot, enough that he shouldn’t have to do anything more in his math class – sorry, Personal Magical Ability class, it was definitely named that way just to trick people into it – to pass.

He was good at math, don’t get him wrong, but he also despised it for its monotony. Math was the reason that Enma hadn’t even considered going into the science field, back when the question of what he would study in university was his biggest concern in life.

At least Deuce was also in the class (so was Ace, though he was in a different period, and surprisingly good at math, able to do it all in his head far faster than Enma could do on paper… when he cared enough to try, that is), so he got to feel slightly smarter when he was teaching him the steps.

It was frustrating, though.

“Deuce… you have to account for gravity in your calculations, how do you forget gravity every time?! It’s gravity! Even Grim remembers gravity, and he doesn’t even follow its rules –!”

“Enma, relax, you’re going to make him cry,” Ito said, though they weren’t hitting him with their Alchemy textbook – Enma was pretty sure they only did that in hopes that it might break one day and free them of their hell – quite yet, so they couldn’t have been that upset.

“So this is what it’s like to be yelled at by your dad over math,” Kuroki said, idly flipping through his Animal Linguistics textbook. He had taken an interest in the mice that lived in their dorm, which was a little weird, but Enma wouldn’t say a word so long as they didn’t get another Fluffy. “Can’t say I missed out.”

“Are you ever going to let the ‘in-dorm dad’ thing go?” Enma said, momentarily distracted.

“Are you ever going to stop with the puns and scolding us when we’re ‘impolite’?” Ace said.

“Shut up and do your theater homework.”

“Theater shouldn’t have homework!” Ace snapped. “I’m not doing it out of principle!”

“Riddle is going to collar you again,” Grim said.

“No, he won’t. I will simply say ‘no’ and then he can’t.”

“Good luck with that,” Deuce said, grinning.

“It’s like he wants to be collared,” Enma said.

“Maybe he has a thing for it,” Kuroki mused. “Like Trey and his thing for teeth.”

Ace spluttered. “I don’t have a ki –!”

“Why the fuck are there so many similarly named things?” Ito cut in before that particular conversation could change the rating. They flipped back and forth between pages labeled Mandrake and Mandragora with an expression full of offense, as if they were being targeted specifically.

Kuroki shrugged. “Latin.”

“Latin is a beautiful language from which all of the best languages sprouted. Alchemy is a crime. Of the Devil. Literally awful.”

“What’s a ‘Latin’?” Ace said.

“Do your theater homework,” Kuroki said.

“I’ve already told you I won’t! It’s terrible and awful and shouldn’t be a thing –!”

“I’ll give you the answers,” Ito said, rolling their eyes.

“Oh, okay.”

“So it’s not a principle thing, then, is it?” Grim pointed out.

“Fuck off. I’m surprised you even know what that word means.”

Needless to say, they took a while to finish their homework. By the time Ace and Deuce were leaving, Enma was pretty sure he could hear Riddle yelling about their missed curfew from across campus. The guy got cranky when he had to stay up past his bedtime.

Speaking of, they put Grim to bed.

A shocking amount of people at Night Raven College could be likened to babies without much effort.

Not them, though. They were actually surprisingly disciplined.

Kuroki dropped onto the couch, spreading out despite the fact that Ito was already there, his legs thrown over their lap lazily. “Alright, weekly ‘what the fuck is wrong with this world’ meeting is now in session.”

Their meetings were getting less and less frequent, because… well…

“Politics class is just more of the ‘preying on the weak’ bullshit, but this time with a Sunset Savannah flavor. Still no evidence of anything besides Catholicism in Religion, but Father Frollo is definitely biased. Econ is still going over basic economic concepts, obviously,” Ito droned.

Yeah… turns out that the world they were in had a lot of things that they were supposed to know by 16 that the teachers weren’t bothering to recap for them.

Enma pressed his face into his hands for the second time that night. “Personal Magical Ability is… Personal Magical Ability. Magical Tech is still not past anything we have in our realities because apparently magic and tech took forever to actually mix without things blowing up. Magical Analysis is going over Overblots right now, and I think we’re good on that.”

“Yagujen are still beast men. Mermen are still fish guys. Animal languages are still hard to learn,” Kuroki said shortly. “Thus concludes this week's meeting.”

This begs the question of why they had these meetings in the first place…

Well, they like to complain.

“I hate my yajugen class. I’m the only non-yagujen in it. I feel weird.”

“We know, Kuroki,” Ito sighed.

“At least you’re not the only person in it like my magical tech class. I swear, I’m about five classes away from asking for a phone from the headmaster so I can go as a tablet, too.”

“We know, Enma,” said Ito.

“They keep calling me a ‘herbivore’. I swear that shit is a slur or something.”

Ito rubbed their eyes. “Alright. You can debate amongst yourselves, I’m going to go shower and sleep.”

“We’d stop debating if you just give your opinion,” Kuroki said, batting his eyelashes innocently.

“Nice try. Good night, guys.”

“Night,” they chorused, waving their friend off.

And then Enma and Kuroki immediately got back into it:

“It’s way more annoying to be the only one, he’s always looking at me so if I yawn I’m screwed –.”

“At least you don’t have to deal with all these fucking eyes on you all the time –!”

He glanced out the window, more than a little intimidated by the sheer amount of people pressing against the walls of the store, faces and hands flat against the glass, their only thoughts about how they would get more stuff if only they managed to be the first inside. A windowpane rattled when someone tested its strength. This must be what it was like to work during Black Friday in America.

He had heard tales of people paying to watch Americans during their weird ritual, and he had to admit that it was kind of fascinating.

He might have been more interested if they weren’t eyeing him like a horde in a zombie movie.

“Is it too late to refuse?”

Sam thought it over, his hand on the knob. “Are you willing to give back the extra groceries you bought with your advance paycheck?”

Enma’s head dropped forward, a silent admission of defeat.

A hand patted the top of his head. Sam was nowhere near him. This happened more often than he’d like to think about.

Luckily for him, he wouldn’t have to think about it for long!

The doors swung open, and people flooded in. A couple of people towards the front tripped, either because they were in a rush or because of the loose floorboards Sam claimed to have but Enma had never once seen for himself.

A fight immediately broke out over mittens. Why did these people need mittens during the first few days of November, on a campus where temperatures were controlled? Because they were on sale, obviously. What other reason is there to buy things? Need? Please.

Oh, right, Enma’s job.

“Hey, you can’t fight in here,” he said, exasperated.

One of the guys removed his hand from his opponent’s hair to flip him off.

Enma didn’t get paid enough for this.

At least the guy got punched in the face while his guard was down.

“How often do you have to tell people that?” Deuce asked by his shoulder, and Enma gave a manly scream as he whipped around to look at him. Deuce didn’t even look sheepish about it, the asshole. Enma was never going to give him a few dollars off again.

“You’re missing the sale,” he said, still clutching his chest.

Deuce shrugged nonchalantly. “I know, I’ve just been wondering... if we drag someone outside to fight them, is that okay?”

Has Enma mentioned that he didn’t get paid enough for this? Yes? Then he’d like to say it again.

He pressed his face into his hands, groaning. “Sure, man. Go for it.”

Deuce grinned despite his friend’s pain – or, perhaps, because of it – and gave him a single ‘comforting’ pat on the back before disappearing into the fray.

Enma sighed to himself.

But his day could only get worse from there.

“Enma-kun!” an unfortunately familiar voice cooed.

Fuck. Ruggie.

Listen, Enma was sure Ruggie was a swell guy. He just wasn’t a fun person for a cashier to encounter.

“Hi, Ruggie,” he greeted. “I’m not allowed to lower the prices any more than the sale already has. Don’t do this to me.”

“Are you sure?” Ruggie asked, a teasing lilt to his tone.

He breathed a sigh, his customer service smile already straining. He cast his eyes around until he found Deuce. Just in time to watch the boy ‘accidentally’ bodyslam someone into the ground for a carton of eggs, only for them to get stolen by someone else. It brightened his mood, if only slightly.

“There are lots of people around. If they hear me give you an extra discount, they’ll want one, too. I couldn’t give you one even if I wanted to.”

“That makes it seem like one is possible money-wise,” he continued to haggle.

“It’s not happening.”

Ruggie did not seem to like this answer, but he gave in when another Savanaclaw student nudged him, reluctantly paying the full price. Enma went into shock, staring at the money in Ruggie’s outstretched hand. It had never been that easy before.

Enma Yuuken has fallen in love, and the lucky lad’s name was Random Savanaclaw Student #3.

The Savanaclaw student that had once been his savior proceeded to bug him about prices as well.

Customer service workers should be allowed one murder a year, Enma thought dully.

Apparently, there was something up there that was listening and had a sense of humor, because things went wrong at that moment:

The person that Deuce had bodyslammed cried out, and Enma’s gaze shot to them just in time to see their arm get stepped on, forcing their elbow to bend inwards at an angle it wasn’t supposed to be able to make. He gave a sympathetic little hiss at the sight.

The person who had stepped on them shouted an apology, but they were small, and soon swept away by the crowd.

Okay, yeah, this had gone too far.

He grabbed a megaphone out from under the counter. It was supposed to be for emergencies, and he wasn’t sure if there was anything more ‘emergency’ than a crowd crush and someone actively being trampled.

“Everyone stop moving or the sale is canceled!”

A couple of people with animal ears groaned, their hands coming up to forcibly press their ears against their heads, trying to mute the sound. Enma felt a little bad.

Only a little bad, though, because Ruggie and Random Savanaclaw Student #3 hadn’t quite managed to worm their way out of the store yet and were now gritting their teeth, in pain. Deserved.

“You don’t have the jurisdiction to cancel the sale!” someone in the crowd piped up.

“That’s an improper use of the word ‘jurisdiction’,” Enma said.

The person flushed red and fell silent. Ha. Take that. Question his (nonexistent) authority and Enma will embarrass you in front of a crowd.

He started pushing his way forward until he could get to the injured person. Their arm was… well, it didn’t look much better up close.

Crapcrapcrap he wasn’t actually qualified to deal with this oh no oh no oh noohnoohno, he screamed internally.

“Why didn’t you just get off the floor?” Enma asked instead, because his brain-to-mouth filter had scrambled for something that didn’t sound panicky and had, apparently, overcompensated.

The student looked like he was going to cry. It was understandable, considering he had just gotten bodyslammed, trampled, and now berated for it. However, had he considered that Enma did not know how to handle someone crying. Or someone that had been bodyslammed and trampled. Truly, he was the one suffering here.

He located Sam, across the store, talking to Random Savanaclaw Student #3 about grocery drones. Ruggie seemed offended that he wasn’t also being hounded into buying more things – not because he wanted one, but because he wanted to say no to the offer.

“I’m gonna take him to the hospital wing real quick!” Enma called.

He got a thumbs-up in return.

So, Enma helped the Heartslabyul student to his feet and maneuvered him out of the store.

But this day would not be all terrible for Enma, because he was given some very vital information:

“There’s no way this is healing in time for the game,” the Heartslabyul student bemoaned.

Enma immediately perked up, turning to look at the boy more fully.

“There’s a game?!”

#new book new format #im trying to figure out why my masterlist isn't working sh #yuu can do it!#enma yuuken #kuroki yuuya #yuu twst #grim twst #sam twst #deuce spade #ace trappola #twisted wonderland fanfic #twisted wonderland #twst #ruggie bucchi #sebek zigvolt #i like to imagine that sebek just mildly annoys most of the yuus #nothing against him personally but also dude pls they're trying to do their job

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friedbreadwombat · 2 years

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To die means to have lived.

And also my teachers that have literally grilled me to near death for my genius intellect bullshit ability to get grades and As for their school rep,

Over the fact that I looked like the very epitomy of "please take this child to therapy they are not okay and are very young"

They would rather I die and bleed, than not get the As for them.

The manipulation is obvious. Enough said. I don't need to explain as if my recount is simply an opinion with no value. Even so, my recount has more value than anything you could offer, and you know that. Otherwise, you wouldnt need me this badly. You wouldnt break knees for my goods. Even though you said outright that you didnt need me.

So why don't you leave me alone? Since you clearly dont care, which I refused to believe, because I actually fucking cared about you. Your opinion had reached me, but it held nothing and meant nothing, because it was genuinely valueless, and you know it, too. I had struggled to comprehend what you had meant. But I could find no answers. Or, literally anything.

Because there was no question to begin with.

So why is your entire staff body so hung up on a little minor teenager that wont just do your shit for you?

Imagine adults bullying children. I dont need to do that. Both contextuals.

I could really name drop each and every one of them right here. I remembered everything, jackasses. And all the people that did similar things, who weren't teachers, sure, but it doesnt look like theyre turning out to be great people. They will prove themselves anyway, if it is so certain that they are in any way great. And they're all scared of a nice child, like said child is nothing but a fucking murderer. I did not butcher your self esteems. You did that yourself. You couldnt handle one (1) literal child, and threw a collective, hissy fit about it.

And it really hurt. Because in spite of all that, this child really did care about you all, because maybe, this child didnt know love much. Maybe this child tried to learn it by maybe knowing you.

Maybe you failed this child completely and utterly. Not because you were obliged to do shit, I didnt care if you didnt care about me, but because you failed the bare minimum of being a respectful human being and dove straight into the negative-range, what kind of adults bully children like whatever happened back there?

I could detail every little thing and you will never not deflect it. I assume this makes you angry? Like it always does? What is making you angry? Please tell me then. Try me. I literally, dare you. I have nothing to truly hide, nor anything to truly lose. I am a human. This is the game of life. And you clearly don't know it. Because all of you were too weak, and none of you were capable enough, to face it, On your own. I may have said it once, or not, but I'll say it again. Here.

Nobody can live your life or do your battles for you. You do that yourself. Sometimes there are people beside you, all of various histories entangled with yours. Sometimes they help you. But they can only help you.

People can only help you. They cannot do it for you. This means, that by expecting everybody else to do it for you, that you yourself,

Have done absolutely nothing. Hm. And you say thats about how much Ive done over those couple of years.

Quite the irony, don't you agree?

Otherwise prove me wrong.

But I dont need your answer or not, to know that you can't.

You've shown enough of yourself before for me to pass this judgement. You give yourself more credit than necessary.

Indeed, you're just an exam center to me. Im just going into this, just like any other kid my age would enroll in a school. It is a part of growing up, and it taught me how to cement my change into the most hard to change minds. You absolute fucking mormons.

May god bless you because you will need it. Why? Why not.

Sueing me changes nothing, btw. Every normal fucking person knows, that doing that, is absolutely fucking bonkers, in the stupid way. And you dont even dare push that in the first place, you coward.

I deserve a place in this world. Maybe I am an asshole that deserves to die, even though none of you had the audacity to say this to my face, me, the worst being in existence, in your area like its blackpink babeyy. But you do not have to be an asshole like me, to be capable of being wrong, on more than one occassion.

And maybe, just maybe, you are an asshole too.

Let's both be assholes, together, shitting in harmony. No hand in unloveable hand, I dont like touching people.

Also short psa being a frequent sex haver or relationship haver doesnt mean getting bitches for real, if you still speak, talk, walk, exist in the form of an incel.

I know you all stared when I was in my prom dress. Nobody had the choice to look away, because nobody did, quite literally. Very surreal experience. I don't really recommend, I don't value the opinions for very obvious reasons. I know you liked all the art you saw on my notes, gory and barely finished honestly as most of them were. I possessed enough talent to make yall insecure, I get it. I dont like drawing. I killed you all with what little of what I am capable of that I showed.

This is the epitome of "Hounding people or even asking them about what, pubic hair yes no, doesnt make them like you romantically or otherwise, Louis. I also dont recognise that kink anywhere, never seen it, in Japan or outside of Japan, you weeb. Doxxing someone doesn't, either. Go back to 4chan, we don't like you. Trust me. They will kill you out there. Actually I was just kidding. Im gonna go crawl back in my hidey hole, and red headphones (ayy?) go explore the rest of tumblr, and do talk to at least 8 villagers, to progress to the next area. I know you're a gamer boy, amigo, you can do this, you got this."

Just go live your life and stop hurting people. Oh wait, none of you will do that. Perish then.

♡ not really ♡ go die ♡ or Call the local suicide hotline if youre really gonna go die

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todoscript · 3 years

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how he would ask you out

request: pls some headcanons of how the boys (shinsou/tamaki/shouto) would ask the girl they like out 🥺

characters: shinsou hitoshi, amajiki tamaki, todoroki shouto

genre: fluff

word count: 3.3k+ total, 900-1200 per character

tags: pining, confessions, fem!reader

author’s notes: sorry if this sounds rushed?? i can’t write

SHINSOU HITOSHI

two years after his enrollment into the hero course, shinsou had finally came to terms with the feelings he’s been holding for you for quite some time now.

what began as just friendly encounters and kind gestures felt like something more to him. after all, you were one of the key people that led him to transition smoothly into the class, with your helpful demeanor and coming to his aid whenever he was stressed and troubled by the new environment.

you went out of your way to organize study sessions and small arrangements to mingle and get to know the other students better.

you reiterated to him that if he ever had any questions about anything, he could always come to you.

initially, shinsou thought he was being a burden—that he was just heavy baggage that tied you down.

however, you assured he was anything but, and stated that you were more than happy to help him, even going to say you enjoyed spending time and getting to learn more about him.

at your response, shinsou was appalled at how genuine you were.

appalled… but also very grateful.

eventually, there came a point when he realized there was no mistaking the affection he felt for you—not when he subconsciously noted every one of your habits and intricacies, able to tell whatever emotions were running through you at a simple glance, or when he would stop to admire the way you decided to style your hair differently or changed your look, thinking you seemed even more charming that day by the confidence you exude.

no, at that point, he’s sure it was painfully obvious. so obvious, in fact, that kaminari and mina had chosen to skip today’s group study session in favor of letting the two of you have your “alone time”. whatever that could mean.

shinsou had grimaced over their excuse of “being too busy that day” when you had told him the reasoning they gave you over text, despite knowing their next exam was only a couple days away. recalling just how nosy and enthusiastic they could get when involved in these kinds of affairs, he had an inkling of what exactly those two were planning. you, on the other hand, seemed completely oblivious to their schemes.

however, what did latch onto your mind was the thought of spending the day with only shinsou, in his very room, sitting across from each other with your textbooks open in front of you. though you should be more attentive to your studies, you couldn’t help the palpitations beating loudly in your chest and your wandering eyes that snuck glances at him after every question you answered.

unbeknownst to you, shinsou mirrored your actions all the same, reciprocating the flustered behavior, albeit a bit more subtly.

keep calm, hitoshi. why are you getting all worked up? he would say to himself, putting on his usual facade.

although he came off as relatively calm and collected on the outside, it’s difficult to keep his emotions in check when actions never lie.

that was especially true as he reached his hand out for the eraser you two were sharing between each other. with his eyes continuing to gander down at his notes, he hadn’t noticed that you were lunging for the same thing—not until your fingers had suddenly touched and you both pulled away at a speed equivalent to making contact with fire.

his stare unfaltering, shinsou was surprised to discern the embarrassed look on your face that immediately fixed itself as you rummaged through your pencil pouch. a second later, you pulled out another eraser, one that was notably smaller than the one you were sharing.

“um.. i’ll just use this,” you offered, and shinsou rubbed the back of his neck, the whole situation more awkward than it needed to be considering you never had any trouble sharing your supplies with each other before.

through some examination of your demeanor, shinsou had made a… bold enough claim, thinking that maybe—just maybe—you held the same kind of affections for him as he did for you.

it’s like he recalled earlier—actions never lie—and shinsou didn’t let the quiver of your lips or the intense concentration at your work to avoid meeting his gaze go past his head. that’s what spurred him to finally act on his desires.

without warning, he leaned forward on his seat to lay his hand over yours that caught your attention. you met his eyes, astonished to say the least, but more so concerned by how your eyes widened before you were about to open your mouth to ask him what was wrong.

the violet-haired male beats you to your words, voice resonating firmly, “y/n.”

you blinked. “y-yeah..?”

“i know this might be a bit late coming from me, but,” you could feel his hand tighten atop yours, “after exams, do you want to catch a movie together? just the two of us?”

shinsou fought the urge to look away, bashful at how he made his declaration for your time. the warmth surging under his skin was alleviated at the smile that slowly curled on your lips as you rotate your wrist, your palm touching his. the expression washing over your features told him you’ve been waiting for him to ask you this for a while now.

“i’d love to.”

AMAJIKI TAMAKI

ever a shy and introverted individual, tamaki has never had the heart to ask you out despite years of harboring a crush on you.

every time the thought had crossed his mind, he’d reason poorly with himself that you wouldn’t be interested in him in that way.

it didn’t help that his low self-esteem only deepened that thought that had now rooted itself in his brain.

at such a prestigious school like u.a., you were bound to find someone far more compelling than him—someone with guts, confidence, and great social skills. not a guy like him who conjures the image of potatoes at every anxiety-inducing encounter he comes across.

he was relieved enough to settle himself comfortably as just your friend—a title that allowed him to stay close and keep within your circle, all the while subjecting him to simply admiring you from afar.

but his eyes that held a hidden longing for more weren’t overlooked by a fellow student of his. or to be precise, the ever curious and free-spirited, hadou nejire.

always aware of his surroundings, it was hard not to notice that peculiar stare she’d aim at him during moments where he might’ve just finished speaking to you, or when you’d pass by and his head would naturally drift in your direction.

it was like she was picking apart every detail laid on him and it made tamaki absolutely restless.

tamaki’s suspicions and anxiety were later raised during one instance at the lunch table. he was at his usual seat next to his other big three companions, mirio and the aforementioned nejire, who was eyeing him with a gleam in her eye.

even with his self-consciousness, tamaki did his best not to pay any mind to the undesired attention and munched on his plate of takoyaki—the octopus nestled in the batter sure to come in handy later in training that day.

to his dismay, you passed by their table with your tray of food in hand, and nejire did not waste any time calling you over in that cheery tone of hers.

she invited you to sit down with them. you gave her invitation some thought before ultimately placing yourself in the free spot next to mirio, with nejire and tamaki already seated across from you.

the girl was all smiles and hums while tamaki was in a state of distress, both at his friend’s odd behavior, which was starting to spell trouble, to having you pulled into all of this. mirio was just being mirio, welcoming as always.

you greeted everyone at the table, making eye contact with mirio and nejire, but tamaki evaded your line of sight. he simply waved his reply without breaking away from his balls of takoyaki.

luckily for him, you didn’t give his lack of words much thought and started digging into your own lunch. it was then that nejire found it appropriate to start up a conversation.

“y’know, y/n, i’ve been meaning to ask you this, from one girl to another,” she mused, finger waving around playfully, “are you interested in anyone here?”

upon hearing her question, tamaki almost choked on his bonito flakes, his cheeks puffed and eyes blown. meanwhile, your chewing slowed as you gave your answer some thought.

“uh… well–”

“i’d say fujita from class d is quite the looker! think you’d be interested in them?”

after swallowing the food in his mouth, tamaki began to subconsciously listen in on the conversation. he paid close attention to your responses with bated breath, a small part of him anticipating your answer highly.

“fujita’s nice and all, but i don’t think we’d really get along as a couple.”

tamaki mentally sighed, relief evident all over his face. it was then that mirio had started fitting the pieces together after watching his close friend’s brow wrinkle throughout the entire exchange before finally relaxing at your words. crossing his eyes with nejire’s only confirmed his suspicions as the girl sent him a wink.

as a friend, mirio wasn’t about to let nejire’s operations fall flat. getting up from his seat, he motioned tamaki to come with him.

“i heard they have extra yakisoba bread right now! we should go check it out!” he said as a guise to give the other two time to themselves, free from tamaki’s prying ears.

unaware that mirio had caught on so quickly, tamaki didn’t object to tagging along with him. mostly because he thought of this as an opportunity to get some fresh air and calm his racing heart, finally feeling the effects of the blood rushing to his face.

with tamaki supposedly out of earshot, nejire was free to go about her questions however she wanted.

“okay then, if not fujita, then who? there has to be someone, right?” the girl scooted further in her seat out of pure curiosity. “tell me, is it perhaps someone in our class?”

it was your turn to be stricken by her boldness. you tried picking at your food, stuffing it into your mouth to avoid answering, but nejire’s tenacity outmatched you.

finishing your lunch, you opened your mouth to speak, “actually, the person i’m interested in is pretty close to you…”

nejire feigned ignorance, innocently placing a finger under her chin. “who? mirio?”

“ah no, it’s tamaki, alright?!” you ended up blurting, voice hushed but frantic.

bingo. hearing exactly what she wanted, nejire returned to her original position, a triumphant grin plastered on her lips. replaying what you said out loud in your head, you buried your warm face in your hands.

unbeknownst to you, tamaki had ended up hearing the whole exchange around the corner coming back to their table as mirio lightly snickered at his revelation of an expression.

the blond patted his shoulder. “go on then, you know what to do.” he threw tamaki an encouraging thumbs-up.

the boy gulped in response before inhaling a deep breath of air to prepare himself for what would arguably be the most important yet stress-inducing moment of his life so far.

noticing you getting up to discard your tray, tamaki—through a final push from mirio—went to make his move.

hearing him suddenly call out to you, you were caught off-guard. after admitting to your crush on tamaki to nejire, you felt your cheeks get hot just seeing his face right afterward.

“oh hey, did you get your hands on those yakisoba breads?” you scraped up a way to start the conversation.

“right... that… mirio managed to get the last one in the cafeteria,” he answered. then he brought his hand to rub his elbow, fidgeting in his spot as he found it difficult to look you in the eyes again.

“tamaki? something wrong? are you upset that he got the last yakisoba bread?”

he shook his head. “no, i… it’s just… i’ve been meaning to ask you this for a long time now, but never had the courage to say it to you because i didn’t think you ever liked me that way. but…” he finally mustered the determination to face you head-on. “would you go out with me, y/n?”

at first, you were speechless—absent of words as you relayed his request in your mind over and over again. then, your eyes softened, lips easing into a smile as you reached out for his hand.

“i thought you’d never ask.”

TODOROKI SHOUTO

it’s no surprise to many that when it came to asking someone out, todoroki didn’t exactly know the first thing to do.

mostly because he’s never asked anyone out to begin with.

you were the first person he’s ever felt these kinds of emotions for, and to be frank, he wasn’t sure what to make of everything that had been going through him when that root of infatuation had started to bloom inside him.

rather than sulk or contemplate on his thoughts for too long, he surmised it was best to simply come clean and ask for advice.

but when he confessed to what had been on his mind lately, he wasn’t expecting such a vigorous response from his friends.

“i’ve been thinking about asking y/n out.”

there was a layer of uncomfortable silence amongst the group before all hell eventually broke loose.

midoriya, uraraka, and iida immediately sprung from their seats in the common room, yelling “what?!” in unison. tsuyu and her frog-like mannerisms were more idle, but still surprised nonetheless.

todoroki was unfazed by their reactions, actually expecting it to go that way considering he’s never brought up any topics of that nature before. at the very least, he’s thankful he decided to say this when it was just the five of them. compared to what the whole class’s reaction would have been like, this was incredibly tame.

todoroki was used to always listening to what others had to say and never being the subject of the conversation when it came to dating.

but now things were different. he was openly admitting to them that he was regarding someone romantically. that he possibly sought a relationship with this someone—wanting to be committed to them and become the very best person he could be right next to them. to the four, this was coming completely out of left field.

after everyone simmered down and let the news sink in, the dual-haired boy resumed his thought,

“but i’m not sure how to do it.”

though the entirety of the group never had any experiences when it came to dating, they knew enough from media and pop culture to get an idea on how to help him. more than todoroki could imagine on his own anyway.

“i know! how about we go with the romantic and suave approach!” uraraka suggested. the rest asked her to elaborate.

“it’s simple! it starts by you leaving a note on her desk right before class, saying to meet you on the rooftop of the school! before the designated time, you should wait there for her with a bouquet of flowers, and then when she arrives, confess your feelings and ask her out!”

midoriya rubbed a finger against his cheek, skeptical. “i don’t think that sounds as simple as you’re making it out to be.”

tsuyu chimed in beside him. “those kinds of ideas usually only work well in books, ochako.”

pursing her lips, uraraka gave her plan a once-over, and realized it did seem a bit more involved and out of character than what todoroki was used to.

despite sharing a few more ideas with one another, they couldn’t narrow it down to any perfect one.

that was when iida clapped his hand, bringing everyone’s attention to him.

“alright, i think we’re starting to blow this whole ‘operation’ way out of proportion,” he said.

“if you’re honest about the way you feel about her and show it sincerely, i’m sure she’ll consider your feelings. you don’t have to do anything extravagant when it comes to asking someone out.”

listening throughout every word, todoroki nodded. meanwhile the other three were astonished that their class representative could be so whimsical when it came to romance, which in turn, iida was conflicted by. however, at the very least he was glad they could help out a friend. and so, todoroki went about his day with their discussion in mind.

he found that in many occurrences, whenever he crossed by you and thought of it as a chance to ask you out, there would always be someone to come in and take your time away. leaving him to stand there awkwardly before dismissing the fated question for later.

eventually, the sky dimmed and evening arrived, and by then, the whole class was already back at their dormitory and about to have dinner.

through some rather convenient circumstances, you two were actually assigned on kitchen duty that night.

“it’s been getting pretty cold lately so i was thinking we should cook up a hot pot for everyone.” you gave your idea to him as you pulled out some ingredients from the fridge, waiting for his reply, but it came a few seconds later than you were expecting.

“right. sounds like a good idea,” todoroki answered a tad late. upon realizing it was only going to be the two of you making dinner tonight, his mind was occupied by what he and his friends spoke about earlier.

that was when he started overthinking the situation and absentmindedly half-assed his work.

“todoroki, the cut on the tofu is slightly uneven.” you reviewed his cutting board. looking down, he saw the inconsistent slices of tofu limp in front of him. if bakugou were the executive chef for the evening, he would’ve had to hear an earful from him.

“sorry…” he apologized quietly, reaching out for another cube of tofu to cut.

“is everything okay? i know you’re still learning how to cook, but i’ve seen you show some significant improvement on your knife skills recently.” you voiced your concern for him.

the white and red-haired boy stared at the white bean curd while hearing your worried tone and couldn’t find it within himself to continue the task. it was now or never he thought. he laid the knife flat on the cutting board.

“actually, i wanted to ask you something.” he turned toward you. “do you… want to go out with me?”

nothing but the sound of the fire running on the stove could be heard in the kitchen. todoroki didn’t move his eyes away from you, watching you nearly drop the plate of siu choy and shiitake mushrooms out of shock as your mouth was hanging open.

when you caught onto your bearings, you let out a small laugh. “oh… i… wasn’t expecting that,” you admitted honestly, placing the ingredients on the counter safely.

the boy furrowed his brows. “is that a no?”

“n-no! i mean that isn’t my answer! i–” you fumbled with your words, cheeks warming up now that his confession had finally sunk in. in the meantime, todoroki found your reaction quite amusing. the corner of his lip quirked into a grin.

“what i mean to say is that yes, i’d love to go out with you.” you accepted the offer wholeheartedly. todoroki would be lying if his heart wasn’t throbbing from anticipation. he’s glad he’s able to rest and put that aside.

“now let’s continue making this hot pot together!” you cheered, smiling widely and he found comfort in your words before resuming slicing the tofu.

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sluttywonwoo · 3 years

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study buddies || k.mg x reader

Pairing: frat!mingyu x fem reader

Summary: studying for midterms with the guy you’re hooking up with goes exactly how you’d expect

Warnings: swearing, light smut (18+)

Word Count: 1.6k

a/n: reworked this old blurb originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark ) for my gf’s birthday :)) happy birthday @hotgirlmingyu

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You woke up to banging on your apartment door. Groaning, you rolled over to check your phone and saw that it was six am. You pushed yourself up and out of bed and padded into the kitchen to answer the door. You were surprised the relentless knocking hadn’t woken up your roommate, but she was a pretty heavy sleeper.

You yanked the door open to see Mingyu with a handful of textbooks. You squinted at him in confusion, wondering if you were seeing things. Mingyu had never been to your place before, you didn’t even know he knew where you lived.

His appearance startled you a bit. His hair was messy where it was usually slicked back or styled and he was wearing gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him in anything other than khakis and a douchey printed shirt.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, rubbing your eyes.

He frowned. “You said we should study for midterms together.”

You thought back to the last time you’d seen Mingyu. You couldn’t remember saying anything like that.

“Was I drunk?”

“Probably.”

“So why are you here?”

“To study. You agreed that we could help each other out.”

“Mingyu, I don’t even remember agreeing to that.”

“Well I’m already here,” he said and pushed past you into your apartment.

“Seriously? It’s Saturday.”

“Yeah, and midterms are next week.”

“Couldn’t you have waited until the sun was up?” you grumbled, mostly to yourself and shut the door behind him.

“We’ve got a lot of material to cover.”

You cursed under your breath as you watched him set up at your kitchen table, knowing you should probably study even though you desperately wanted to go back to bed.

You and Mingyu had met at a party at his fraternity and woke up the next morning tangled in the sheets of his bed. To say it was awkward would have been an understatement. You didn’t think you’d ever see him again, but to your horror, you saw him in your stats lecture on Monday and your mythology class on Thursday. This was a pretty big university. Why did the same asshole have to be in two of your classes?

As much as it annoyed you, you couldn’t stop thinking about Mingyu, and apparently, he was having a similar dilemma because every time you went out he seemed to be there, and every time you hooked up.

That was the extent of your relationship, though. You didn’t even speak to each other in class or at parties. The only time you talked was behind closed doors when one or both of you was naked. Even then you kept your guard up because you refused to let yourself fall for a frat boy with commitment issues who never wanted to be seen with the same girl twice. A boy who wouldn’t even talk to you in public.

But you couldn’t ignore the way your heart fluttered when he said your name as he was about to cum, or the way his lips felt against yours. He could be a total dick, but you’d also seen a softer side of him that he didn’t show many people. You forced yourself to forget about that side. It was easier that way.

“Okay, what are we starting with?” you asked with a sigh.

“We have the stats exam first, we should work on that.”

You made a face. Statistics was the harder out of the two for you. In fact, it was the hardest class you were taking this semester.

“I can’t believe I’m doing math before seven am.”

“You won’t be complaining when you ace the midterm,” he quipped, already working on a practice worksheet.

You watched him solve problems like he was checking items off a list. You knew he was good at statistics, but you didn’t know he was that good. Figures, a guy like him was good at pretty much everything. Everything except mythology apparently, because once you’d switched to that he was flustered and frustrated. You would quiz him on myths only for him to get every single question wrong.

“Mingyu, did you even read any of these?” you asked, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Yes, y/n, I read every one. How do you think I passed all the reading quizzes?”

“Cheating?” it slipped out before you could stop it and Mingyu gave you a hard glare. You held up your hands defensively. “Just a joke.”

“I don’t think it was.” He licked his lips. “But for what it’s worth I read them all. I just can’t keep them straight.”

You sighed. You felt bad, but you were getting frustrated too. And not just because Mingyu wasn’t grasping the myths. This was the longest you’d ever spent together (at least while you were awake) and you hadn’t even had sex. He just smelled so nice and looked so cute when he was concentrating that you couldn’t help feeling a little impatient. You had been at it for hours, you thought you would’ve done it at least once by now. But Mingyu was more serious about studying than you thought. It was kind of admirable and kind of annoying.

“Okay well reread through the Egyptian myths and I’ll quiz you again.”

“Alright.”

He pulled out his reading packet and flipped to the section you took out your phone and scrolled through social media mindlessly as he read, but it quickly got boring. You wished Mingyu would take a break so he could rail you. He was still reading intently, but you figured a little distraction couldn’t hurt.

You started by taking your hair down from your bun and shaking it out so that it fell around your shoulders. You knew your shampoo drove Mingyu crazy and hoped it would have an effect on him today. He shifted his seat, but didn’t look up from the packet. Next, you leaned over and rested your head on his shoulder. You’d never done something so domestic like this with Mingyu, but it seemed to work because he cleared his throat and adjusted his sweatpants.

“You know you could be working on math.”

You shrugged. “We already did stats for hours today. I think I’ll jump off a bridge if I look at one more differential equation.”

He fell silent and tried focusing back onto the reading, but you moved your hand to his thigh and kept it there as you continued to through twitter, not even reading what was on your screen.

“Stop that,” Mingyu muttered, making you jump a little.

“Why?”

“Fuck, because you’re distracting me. You look too hot right now.”

“I’m wearing pajamas.”

“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.”

“Well what’s stopping you?” you asked lowly and nipped at his ear.

“Need to finish this,” he replied through gritted teeth.

“I can’t convince you to take a break?” You moved the hand on his leg up so that you were cupping him over his pants.

He shook his head. “After.”

You leaned over and kissed his neck, then his jaw, and felt him get hard under your hand. “If I have to stop what I’m doing you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

“That sounds like more of a motivator than a deterrent,” you admitted. “I’ll suck you off,” you offered and hooked your thumb in the waistband of his sweats, trying to bribe him.

“If you let me finish I’ll eat you out,” he countered.

You straightened up. It sounded like a pretty good deal.

“Fine.”

A few minutes passed in silence and you were waiting patiently, typing up a rough draft of an essay you had due for another class when Mingyu groaned.

“What?” you asked, wondering if he needed help.

“Can you please stop that?”

“Stop what? I’m literally doing nothing.” You were genuinely confused now.

“Just- I don’t know you’re making it so hard to concentrate.”

“Am I making it hard?” You smirked.

“Very funny.”

“Would it help if I put a paper bag over my head?”

“Probably.”

“Come on, keep reading about Osiris.”

“I don’t want to read about Osiris anymore, he’s a dick.”

“The faster you finish the faster you can get off.”

“I thought you didn’t want to wait,” Mingyu pointed out, trying to deflect.

“I think I recall something about you going down on me if I let you finish reading.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, but didn’t turn back to the book. Instead, he continued to gaze at you with those big brown eyes. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“What?” You felt your cheeks get warm.

“I just really want to kiss you right now.”

You smiled and raised your chin, challenging him. “Then do it.”

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, savoring the moment.

When you pulled away, Mingyu’s eyes were dark with want and you could see that he was now fully hard in his sweatpants.

“How about I eat you out now anyway?” He suggested, leaning forward to kiss your neck.

You moaned and brought your hands to his hair.

“You trying to bribe me?”

“Is it working?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Mingyu stood and picked you up from your chair. You wrapped your legs around his waist again. He pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth and smirked.

“Promise you’ll finish studying after?” you asked.

He considered it. “Does what we’re about to do count as studying mythology? Because it’s going to be legendary.”

You scrunched up your face in distaste. “No, I take it back. Put me down.”

Mingyu grinned. “Hey! You know no ones gives it to you as good as I do.”

“That confident are you?”

His grin turned into a smirk. “Is that a challenge?”

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