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nightowlfandom · 4 years

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Tsundere! School! Jeon Jungkook- My Words To You

Take this time to drink some tea and relax. You deserve it.

Let’s Begin.

...

You could only stand still behind a pillar, hearing all the terrible comments your own circle would hurl towards you. You were convinced that Ella and Sooji (This just reminds me of Revenge Note 2 so I had to do it) The two were laughing like parrots on helium. It must have been really funny just digging into you like that.

“Why do we even hang out with her?”

“She’s Vivienne’s friend, that’s why!”

“Vivienne has poor taste, then. Just look at those ugly excuses for uniforms she wears.”

“She probably couldn’t even afford a better one. Have you seen her shoes?”

Your first instinct was to run away, not caring if they heard your footsteps or not. You thought about running into the bathrooms and hiding, but you’d probably be caught there. Maybe you could have hid in a classroom, but all of them were locked during lunch hour. You went to turn around a corner, only to ram into someone on the way. The impact sent you right to the floor with a loud thud. You scraped your knee pretty bad during the process. You landed right on the ground, making no sound other than your school bag dropping.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going!” a voice barked. You looked up and saw Jungkook, the school’s angel voiced singer. He didn’t particularly like you. Well, you never really talked to him. It was usually him yelling at you, calling you names, following you...just to call you names. The only bright side was that he never made fun of you for any reason. Not your uniforms or your shoes or your 3 year old torn up back pack.

You tried to scramble to your feet, ignoring the pain building up in your left leg. You attempted to walk away. Jungkook however, wasn’t having any of it.

“Aren’t you gonna apologize for- hey!” Jungkook put a hand on your shoulder to stop you from running. “I’m talking to-....Have you been crying?”

You hadn’t even noticed the tears streaming down your face. You furiously wiped them off, pushing his hand off you in the process of it all. You attempted to walk away, only to be stopped again.

“Hey! Stupid!” he shook his head at you. “You’re hurt.” He looked down at your knee.

“What do you care?” you sniffed, wiping your eyes again.

“i don’t!” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Why were you running anyways?”

“I thought you said you didn’t care.” you crossed your arms.

“Well I have a right to know why you bumped into me so rudely!” he scoffed. “Seriously, dummy. What’s wrong?” When you didn’t answer, he groaned out loud. He began digging into his own backpack and pulled out a bandaid. "At least let me fix your stupid mistake." he bent down on knee and put the bandaid on your scrape.

"You didn't have to do that." you crossed your arms, hoping he couldn't see your embarrassment. "I c-could have done that myself."

“Well you were standing there like a statue so I obviously have to do everything! Come on.” he suddenly grabbed your hand, dragging you in the direction he was going.

“Hey! Let me go!” you protested. “Where are you taking me?” You noticed he was heading for the front doors of the school. “Were you about to leave school?”

“Yep.”

“We can’t leave! We could get in trouble!” you felt your heart drop. "We could get detention if anyone finds out!"

“Well be quiet and no one will hear us leaving.” Jungkook didn’t show any sign of letting your hand go. He threw open the huge door that lead outside, still dragging you along. “We’re going to get noodles.”

“B-but I don’t really have any money on me at the moment.”

“Did I say you were paying? Pfft, Dummy.”

...

“Eat.”

A steaming hot bowl of noodles with rice balls on the side was set in front of you. Jungkook sat across from you with his own food. You looked up at him, and back down the your bowl, then back up at him.

“What?” he glared at you. “I said eat.”

“Why did you take me here?” you asked bluntly. “Why did you drag me out of school?”

“Could you stop asking so many questions.” he glared at you. “Stop being so stupid.”

“Stop calling me stupid!” you snapped back. “Just because you don’t like me doesn’t mean you have to be so mean to me!” you glared potholes into his head.

“Well if you weren’t so dumb, I wouldn’t have to be this way.” he rolled his eyes. “You’d better eat all of that. I paid for it! You aren’t leaving until you finish all of that….and I never said I didn't like you” he mumbled the least part so low that you barely picked up on it.

You eyed the plate, suddenly welcomed by a rumble from the pit of your stomach. You were starving. Deciding that it would be wasteful, you listened to Jungkook and picked up your chopsticks, beginning to eat.

“Why were you crying earlier?”

You looked up, seeing Jungkook with his arms crossed. He stared you down with a semi-curious (but also seemingly disinterested) look on his face. “You aren’t leaving until you tell me.” he looked genuinely concerned at that point, but was actively working to mask it behind his usual face of annoyance.

“I overheard Sooji and Ella talking about me.” you replied honestly. “They were talking about how Vivienne was the only reason they tolerated me.”

“Vivienne is your friend right?” he asked.

“Yes.” you bit back a sniff. “T-they always talk about how poor I am…how I can't afford nice shoes or anything.”

“Did you tell her about it?” he cut you off.

“No.” you shook your head. “They’re her friends too, I can’t do that. They've been her friends longer than me, I couldn't come between their friendship.”

“You really are a dummy.” he chuckled. “Listen, if you ever need help. I’m going to give you my number, and you’re going to call me when you’re in trouble.” he said seriously.

“Huh?” you nearly chocked on a rice-ball.

“You heard me, idiot. If something happens to you. I want to be the first person you call for help.” he dug his phone out of his pocket. “Put your number in my phone.”

“I thought you didn’t like me.” you hesitated.

“Is your heart so closed off that you can’t detect when someone cares about you?” he scoffed. “Not that I care about you! I just don’t want you to get beat up because a dummy like you can’t defend herself. That would look bad on me.”

You weren’t sure, but you could detect amusement in his voice. You reluctantly took his phone and input your number into it.

“Good.” he took his phone back. "And another thing…I wouldn't take anything those two say as fact. Sooji can't even pass Gym case because she's afraid her hair will get messed up." he joked.

"That isn't nice." you scolded. "You shouldn't talk about people."

"Well if they talk about you, then they should be able to take a little heat, shouldn't they?" he asked. “Now finish eating, I’m walking you home.”

... (read more below the cut)

“This is your where you live?!”

Jungkook stared up in awe at the apartment building.

“Yeah. It’s nothing.” you shook your head. You pushed the little intercom button on the golden doors. “It’s Y/N, can you let me in please?”

“Yes, welcome home Miss Y/N.”

Jungkook was surprised that this place was so secure you had to be let in by someone else. You were dubbed the poor girl at school, he didn’t expect you to live here, even in a tiny house no less. He was surprised to walk into the lobby and see an extravagant gold and white decor on each wall. There was a woman at the front desk who bowed respectfully as you two walked in.

“Good afternoon Miss Y/N! You’re home early!” she said enthusiastically. “Is this a boyfriend?”

“No, he’s just walking me home.” you answered shyly. “Are my parents home?”

“Yes! They just came back from their business trip!”

Jungkook watch this interaction in complete confusion. Rumors had gone around school that you lived in a little sea shack miles away and had to take multiple buses to get to school. But no, that wasn’t the case at all.

“You can go now.” you turned to Jungkook. “Thanks for walking me home.”

“What? Are you stupid! I have to make sure you get to your house.”

“You really don’t, I’ll be fine, I promise.” you waved him off, walking up to the elevators. Jungkook didn’t listen and followed you in. He walked as you grabbed a key-card out of your bag and shoved it into a little slot next to the buttons. You stood in silence, ignoring Jungkook’s stares. When you got to your floor, you took your little key-card out of the slot so the doors would open. Instead of a hallways like Jungkook expected, he was welcomed to a huge living room.

“This is your apartment?!”

“Yeah, it's a bit too fancy…but it's home.” you shrugged. “Mom! Dad?” you called aloud.

Your father was currently struggling with a toaster while your mother was drinking some tea.

“Y/N! You’re home early!” your mom out her mug down and rushed over to you, giving you a huge hug. “Was school let out early?”

“Not exactly.” you looked down. “I left.”

“Why?” you father looked up from his focus on the toaster. “That isn’t like you, young lady.”

“Actually it’s my fault.” Jungkook made his presence known. “I was leaving and took Y/N with me.”

“And who are you?” your mother turned her daggers on him. "Are you tainting my daughter's mind?"

“He’s my friend!” you answered quickly. “He was taking me to the nurse and decided to help me get home.” you lied, not wanting him to get in trouble. "I tripped and hurt my leg and he offered to help me get home." you motioned to the bandage on your knee.

“Oh!” your mother’s face brightened up. “Thank you for taking care of my Y/N! It’s so good to know she has a friend.” she smiled warmly at Jungkook. "She's always complaining about how she feels alone at school."

"Mom!" you whined, gritting your teeth at your blabber-mouthed caretaker.

“Oh..Yes! Of course!” Jungkook bowed respectfully. “I wanted to make sure Y/N was okay.”

“Well that’s very nice of you.” your father walked around to put an arm around you. “My Y/N is very important to us.”

“I can tell.” he looked at you, letting you know that he wasn’t letting this go.

“Im not sure if you can tell but she has trouble making friends” your father whispered. “Don’t hold it against her if she pushes you away sometimes.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

...

"Hey Y/N!"

You suddenly sped up, walking past Sooji and Ella as they tried to wave at you. You pretended to be focused on something- anything else that would make it look purposeful. You didn't want to talk to them, or even look at them after the way they talked about you.

"Yo Dummy!"

That was your cue to try and walk faster than before, you didn't really want to see Jungkook either. But alas, he managed to catch up to you. "What do you want ?"

"Um….listen I don't know if yesterday was some sort of-"

"Yes, that was really my house. No, I'm not poor like everyone thinks, and yes I'm aware that I look very poor." you said in a monotone voice. "We done here?"

"So why have you been letting people bully you for being poor, if you're supposedly not?" he looked confused. "Why would you put yourself through that?"

"Yeah my house is a little bigger than everyone else's. I'd rather pretend to be poor and hated for that than have people pretend to want to be my friend." you explained. "Jungkook…please just keep this between me and you. I'll do whatever you want."

"Who am I gonna tell and what would I have to gain from telling everyone your business, dummy." he scoffed. "It's not my business to tell." You didn't know how to reply to that, so you settled for looking at your shoes. "Hey."

"What?" you looked up at Jungkook. He was shifting from side to side.

"…If you aren't busy after school. Who am I kidding, you probably aren't," he huffed. " Do you maybe want to-..."

"Are you asking me out?"

"Don't cut me off, stupid! I mean…yeah." he sighed. "You owe me for having to look out of for you twice as much!"

"What?"

"Because not only are you clumsy, but now that I know you're being bullied, I have to work twice as hard. Taking extra time out of my extremely busy schedule to protect you!" the way he said it made no sense. You weren't even sure if you wanted to question it either. "So…you're going to go on a date with me."

"Oh." you felt your face head up. "Y-yeah, alright."

"G-good! You're going to meet me after school and w-we'll go somewhere!" he concluded. "and since I'm taking you somewhere, I get to choose where we go! Got it?"

"Yeah, sure…whatever you say Jungkook."

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bnhavibes · 5 years

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Y/n goes out on a late-night run to get out some nervous energy and ends up running longer than expected. Since their still not tired they decided to call their best friend Shinso to ask if they can come over for a bit. You can decide from there, thank you b.

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requests can take a while, i’ve decided to start writing a fic 🥰 but i haven’t chose who to pair with my OC so im going to have you vote in my asks!(or dm me on discord if u want to make certain requests too!

do you want reader insert with (y/n) or should we just name the OC? (side note: whats an alluring name?) <answer a for (y/n), b for (your suggestion).

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Shinsou, Hitoshi x Reader

(request)

(NSFW) warning!

cussing, some heavy makeouts with descriptive characteristics

not actual penetration

but enough steam to keep it: moisy

College aged upUA! (so basically ua is a college lmao)

18+

this one is gonna be long since i pushed it off so far sorry bb😭

“Hey, you up?”

you: (typing) So I’ve been running for way longer than I thought, stuck thinking and overthinking about my life and I found myself by your apartment and wanted to stop by to get some advice? I know it’s pretty late but you’re always saying if you need me at 2am |

“Fuck, no, I can’t say that!” You growl in frustration before erasing the dumb text. Twiddling your thumbs above the screen as your hands laced the back of your device, you pace around, frantic about how you were gonna tell your old best friend that you were outside his apartment and desperately freezing. (it was like the middle of the night, and yet you were out in a crossed-back tank top, with a windbreaker and loose running shorts.

You and Shinsou have known each other for as long as you remember. You weren’t on good terms for a while; The first time he announced that he got his Quirk, you were out sick, and all of the kids in your class teased and picked on him. He essentially blamed you for not being there and defending him, but you guys didn’t see each other between the end of middle school and middle of high school. Now that you both go to UA, and are at the mercy of pros, you have to deal with working together for the sake of the citizens (even if you have bad blood between you). But you didn’t expect him to be so relieved when he saw you at school. And the two of you got along so well, it was like he was never even mad at you. He did bring it up, once, but he has only ever been nothing but kind to you when you started studying with him.

Then you started hanging out with him.

More and more.

More boundaries being pushed.

More times you’re together than not.

More things to study for? Hah, typical.

Then you’re having sleep overs.

Where you sleep in his bed.

...And he spoons you.

..........Weird.

‘Thats weird, right?’ You think to yourself the morning after. Nobody should be in the same bed with other people if they’re not together right? Shouldn’t it feel weird that you went to bed with another adult? That’s just your friend?

you: Are we just frien—

You stop yourself before even finishing that idiotic question, groaning in frustration. “What the hell do I say to him?” You tell your device more than yourself, at this point, just looking for answers.

New Message: Shinsou

Your eyes bulge out of your head and your hands almost drop your phone at the sudden vibration in your hand.

Shinsou: yeah, im just up doing dumb shit on my computer anyways

you: you mean like beating off? ewwww tmi Shinsou Hitoshi 🥴

Shinsou: fuck you (Y/f&l/N) 😂

Shinsou: if you want me to beat off before you get here, i can tho

you: i mean you’ll have enough time do it, i just so happen to be walking in to your apartment complex 😂😉

You giggle as you head up the stairs to his small student apartment, knowing the way all too well by memory.

Shinsou: wtf? 🤨 why were you all the way over here.

you: i couldn’t sleep, so i decided to go jogging

you: turns out i was drugged

you: kidnapped

you: and returned nearby because i kept annoying the shit out of the dudes

Shinsou: figures. 💀

Shinsou: i would’ve dropped you off at the loony bin tho

Shinsou: we’d probably both have to sign in tbh😂😂

you: 😒 come open the door ya punk.

The warm smell of freshly cooked— or reheated— pizza filled your nostrils as the door was opened for you. Stepping in and removing your shoes, you glance around to see if anyone else was over.

“Sorry, I know I said I would clean it.” He mumbles, thinking you were looking at the mess of a living area he made this morning. (because building forts is cool, okay?)

“No, you’re good,” You chuckle as you remove your jacket, “it IS your house anyways. Not like i can tell you what to do.”

A pregnant pause filled the air before you realized he had went and disappeared to his room and you were still by the door. Shaking your head at yourself, you follow him, building up courage to confront last night’s cuddle thing.

When you got to his room, however, he had laid out a towel on his bed and was looking through his closet. You dropped your shoes and looked around to seethat his shower was running, and there was the hair brush you lost on his desk (with a sticky note that said ‘Text (y/n) you found it. Reminder #251’). There was still rummaging behind you when you look at him in the reflection of his computer.

When he pulls out a shirt of his that you always compliment him in.

And a pair of exercise shorts that he hadn’t worn yet.

You blush when you realize he wants you to shower in his bathroom.

And then put his clothes on.

“Hit—Hitoshi-san?” You questioningly squeak, squeezing your eyes shut once you hear how cringey it sounded to be calling him by his last name again.

He notices the change, though, blinking softly at you with a shirt in hand. “I—... I just thought you, m-maybe wanted to shower. Cause you’re sweaty and stuff. Plus you might be able to fall asleep better.” He defended himself, putting his hands up.

“N-No, I know, I just...” You face him, avoiding his gaze. “I have to.. um...” You couldn’t do it. You were backing out.

“Tell me, what’s on your mind? I’m here if you need to talk.” He says, trying to catch your eyes as he steps toward you.

“Hito-sssh-hitt. Ugh! Why is it so hard to tell you!?” You curse your tongue for letting you sputter so embarrassingly in front of your best friend. You pace toward Shinsou, but turn back, groaning as you face palm repeatedly.

“You’re acting weird, (Y/N). Since when were you calling me by my last name, you know you can call me pretty much anything else. I swear if you say some dumb shit about another prank I’m gonna—

“Are we just friends or what?” You spat, slapping a hand over your mouth as soon as the words slipped out.

“What?”

The look on his face was so.... precious?

His eyes widened a little, mouth agape with loss, and shoulders cringing a bit at his sudden nerves. You removed your hand slowly but turned it into a fist as quick as it landed at your side.

“Y-You heard me. Are we just friends or, is there m-more... between us..” You trailed off, not noticing how close you’d gotten yourself when he was talking to you.

“More?” He asked, his voice seeming to be hung on to a thin string of hope. He inhales sharply before speaking softly:

“I— I thought... Well, to be honest these last few months with you have been awesome b—

“—But you don’t have feelings for me right?” You interrupted him, looking up into (what felt like to him) his soul.

So it was just you? You started to leave, his hesitation enough of an answer for you.

“No, I- Hey, wait!” He was confused, the poor boy, as to how you took his words. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“It’s okay, Hitoshi-san.” You say, smiling back at him with a hand on his bedroom door knob.

“S-Seriously! I— Uhm..” He stopped you from opening the door with his hand over yours, pushing the door closed all together when he tripped over a loose shoe and against your body.

You gasp at the sudden fall, but can’t help but worry about him.

“Are you okay?” You ask, helping him stand up straight. “Sorry about the shoe— Mmmph?”

He kissed you so softly, you’d think it was a ghost. His hands cupped around your head, fingers laced through your hair as they almost support your movements. Instinctively you’re kissing him back, letting his body tower over yours and press you harder against the wall. His lips were like soft pillows, and his tongue flicked at your lips, teeth, and tongue so well that you couldn’t help but pull him in closer and closer; the longsleeved sweatshirt he had on was bunching up from your grasps, and you could feel his skin just barely grazing your own. You’re subconsciously tracing designs on his sides with your fingers, slowly running them along the hem as it lifts up when the feeling of heat in your stomach (and face) brings you back to your realitive plain of existence.

You’re currently making out with your best friend.

And you can feel how much he likes it.

“Sh-Shinsou, I—I’m sweaty.” You say, pushing him back a little.

He raises an eyebrow at you. (is that really gonna stop him? shusoskfkdjd)

Then he’s back on your lips, picking your legs off the ground and pulling them around his hips; pressing you back into the wall and grinding himself so deliciously against you. Soft moans escape your lips as his own travel to your neck, hands creeping up your shirt this time. Instead of touching you, however, he only lightly grazes your skin with the lads of his fingers up your torso until hes able to lift your shirt off (with help from you of course). Once it’s off, he’s back at your neck, leaving sloppy kisses before grabbing you by the ass and walking to his bathroom.

He set you down on the sink counter, ridding himself of his shirt and lowering himself down to his knees; His hands at your hips, fingers teasingly looping the elastic waistband of your shorts. He looks up at you with those eyes— The ones that ignite the flame in your core, those piercing, desperate eyes. He’s leaning his head into your thigh as he looks up at you, a smile smirk shows that your reaction to his wherebouts must be entertaining to him. You can feel your core tremble as he lays kisses on your legs, occasionally taking a nice long drag of his tongue along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs and stopping at the hem of your shorts. Letting a tiny gasp slip, you place your hands on his to stop him. He looks up at you for a second, but his worries wash away when he sees your hardened nipples and flush skin.

“You look so cute like this.” His voice breaks the tension in the air before he kisses your thighs again. “So flustered and confused.” He bites down gently on your skin, causing you to stifle a moan. He sucks slowly, his teeth just grazing you enough to leave a mark, but not enough to make it hurt. You gasp when his head moves to your centre, the heat of his exhales sending chills up your spine.

“You’re just... so naughty, aren’t you (Y/N)?” He whispers onto the thin cloth before laying his head back down on your leg, pulling your shorts down painfully slow. “You’re absolutely soaked, huh? I can smell you from here.” He looks at you, cueing you to lift your legs up, pulling your shorts off completely before returning to his position between your legs.

“No panties, huh?” He chuckles, scooting you to the edge of the counter by your hips. “You’re so god damn beautiful.” He whispers on your lips, your mouth just slacked enough for him to take advantage of, slipping his tongue straight past your teeth and directly brushing against your tongue. You feel yourself pooling over the counter, soaking against his boxers when he starts to take them off.

“Tell me what you wanna do.” He says against your collarbone, fingers still looped around the edges of his boxers.

“I, I need to sh-shower.” You squeak.

“You’re so fucking cute,” He says after chuckling. “I meant me, kitten, now do you want me or not?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“I — I want you, Shinsou. I want all of you.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, (Y/N).”

“I’m not, I promise— but, ugh, can you just fuck me already?”

The boldness of your words cracks a shit eating grin you only knew from that class 1-A asshat onto Shinsou’s face.

“Get in the fucking shower then.”

#CLIFFFFF HANGERRRRRR #OOOOOOOOO #PLEASE DONT HATE ME AHSKDKEJSM #I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS #I TRIED SO HARD #AND GOT SO FAR #PLS

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seaquestions · 4 years

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i wanna talk about my tf patho au!! ok!! so here’s a super long-ass post abt it:

you could make the argument that dead end rodion makes more sense for the setting (plus i can add ratchet to the cast) but. i Really want it to take place in kaon. i think ratchet should just b someone in the three protagonists backgrounds that links them all together. anyway! ive covered pharma’s bg, that he’s a big city doctor doing his research, but instead of being obsessed with death like dankovsky, he’s obsessed with transformation! his lab’s named the Adaptica, and he’s working towards some of the grand architect shit, specifically the Infinites sentio metallico, except he hasnt been very successful. even though he boasts a lot and is a reputable surgeon, iacon hasnt been very generous with him as of late. scorponok and flame are two scientists who contact him and ask him to come to slaughter city (they represent the utopians in the game.)

i dont want to kill off any major characters so the two deaths are gonna be minor pulls. remedy (simon kain) and triage (isidor, also was artemy/flatline’s mentor). triage feels like he fits as a kaonite? so i’ll keep him, but remedy can be changed for a more appropriate character if i find one.

this isnt like. a one-to-one reskin of patho in tf btw. flatline’s story swipes Quite a bit from repo the genetic opera so. yeah. anyway speaking of flatline!! i love artemy’s character, i love his theeemes, but this takes place in the heart of slaughter city, not the russian steppe, so im feeling... a bit of an Actual criminal background for flatline! he turns into a hearse after all. so flatline used to be involved in onslaught’s gang as a “night surgeon”, a repo man who kills and takes back organs that mecha couldn’t pay for in time. (ive always wanted to do some sort of tf repo au, mostly because of the play on car repossession? i really just wanted this but couldnt figure it out as its own au.) flatline moved away to iacon, to study real medicine, cause he managed to get in (good for him!) he’s been called back to his hometown by triage, because triage needs his help, but when he arrives, triage is dead from the rust plague and people assume he’s the one who killed him! he’s also getting roped back into onslaught’s business, because its a bit unstable as of late. onslaught is sort of foreman oyun/rotti largo in this. i think there’s a certain want for flatline to take his place, weirdly enough (like rotti and shilo, i Guess, flatline is also shilo/nathan, Wow Nobody is gonna get this, niko.) anyway flatline uses his position as a “legal assassin” to make a cure for the rust plague, even though he Would Rather Not. ok.

driiift!! drift is clara. he’s moved out of rodion and into kaon after gasket’s death and he’s really Going Through It. he’s been adopted into a group of decepticon sympathisers (representing the humbles, which i feel is appropriate), glit being one of em (mostly cause i just want more glit. maybe glit can be rubin. but i also want ambulon in the cast. maybe amby can be lara.) he’s also showing signs of outlier abilities ie clara’s powers of healing or killing with her hands. the killing part is more obvious to him, and it explains his Super Awesome Murder Skillz, its because he is literally able to oneshot people with magic. but the healing part is something he finds out on accident. he’s not very good at controlling his powers, and he definitely kills someone he means to heal at some point. drift’s plotline is that the people in his adopted family are becoming sick and he has to go out and do errands, all while dodging law enforcement, which has gotten Even Stricter. he gets caught at some point and has all his swords taken away from him, because i Want That Scene. also deadlock??? is a thing?? uh. im running out of steam so. this is all i got for now. clara’s route is a bit difficult 4 me cos i know the least abt it.

#incoherent turtle noises #transformers #headcanons #thats just a general tag for these kinda posts i guess

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jvmp3 · 5 years

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chapter one

words: 9.8k

warnings: descriptions of a dead body, maybe gross changing sequence if you squint, too many words... etc.

a/n: im s o sorry this is late... it was supposed to go up today at like three pm,, it’s now EIGHT PM . this is lowkey a gift to @escapedbeauty since it’s her bday so hehe but enjoy !! stay tuned for more <3

chan

chan laced the lacrosse stick, the white mesh stared back at him as he brought the strings towards him, knotting the end. he placed the stick on the ground and stood to walk over to his shower. the hot water did nothing to calm him or to relieve anything that he was feeling. he was nervous. chan thought it might be from starting his sophomore year, but he really wasn’t sure to be honest. the steam from the shower fogged up the mirror and he wiped the condensation off to see his reflection. the dark hair on his head laid flat, he combed his fingers through it. he got dressed and heard something from above him, considering he was on the second floor of his home it was a tad worrying. the boy grabbed the bat next to the door. chan walked down the stairs and heard the movements become louder. the front door handle was cold to the touch and the creaking of the wood under his feet brought him back to the sounds above him. the bat felt heavy in his hands as he brought the metal up, ready to swing at anything that would jump out at him. he saw a body fall and chan was met face to face with his best friend.

“jisung what the hell!?” he screamed at the boy with grey hair, who was was currently hanging upside down on his front porch. jisung scrambled and with wide eyes he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“what the hell jisung? what the hell chan? why do you have a bat? you don’t even play.” jisung was still frazzled by the sudden introduction of the bat and moved his hands towards his face to protect himself. his grey hair fell from his scalp and dangled before chan. the bat fell from the original position and hung at chan’s side. jisung snapped his fingers to get chan’s attention back on him. “anyways, i was listening in to the radio and they found a body in the woods!” chan’s face showed confusion and jisung sighed cross his arms,

“body? what type of body? like a body of water?” now it was jisung’s face that fell and he’s the one that looked confused.

“yes like a body of water.” the grey headed boy snarked back not before adding, “no dumbass! a body, like a person! body of a person, duh.” the smile that graced jisung’s features was off-putting since they were talking about an actual body. chan frowned and helped jisung down from the roof. the boy brushed off his clothes and straightened out his shirt. “we gotta go! dad said it was somewhere in the middle of the woods. it’s only half the body! super gruesome stuff. we have to try to find it! i wanna be on the news, maybe star in a podcast or two.” jisung was practically shouting and it almost hurt chan’s ears. the boy was already tugging chan by the arm out of his house. chan reached behind to pull his house door shut and let his friend drag him to where the said body was supposed to be.

the two boys walked under the trees and let the leaves crunch under their feet, wondering where the body was. chan held his phone out to guide the way and the bright light was shining on both of their shoes.

“so you’re telling me they actually think there’s a body out here?” chan walked up the hill of dirt and pushed himself to reach the over ecstatic boy in front of him. the breaths leaving him were more like wheezes, he knew he needed to take a break. he felt himself reaching for his inhaler that was in his jacket pocket, his breathing more ragged as his fingers grasped the plastic container that would hopefully calm his lungs. chan brought it to his lips and paused his movements to let the medication flow through his airways. he let out a relieved sigh. his lungs no longer felt like they were on fire anymore so he ran to meet up with jisung. his friend was still trying to explain everything.

“well i mean it was a call about a potential body. not completely sure they’ll find anything but if they do, we’re gonna be their first to see it!” jisung exclaimed while pumping one fist in the air. the smile never leaving his face as they continued their trek in the forest. jisung was still happily proclaiming his theories about the body before seeing flashlights in the distance that wasn’t from chan. jisung grabbed chan’s hoodie and forced them to the ground. “dude my dad’s here, if we get busted my ass is screwed.” chan wanted to laugh but couldn’t when he overheard his friend’s dad speaking along with some other officers.

“the tip said it was in this area, i’m thinking we should spread out and check the vicinity.” jisung’s dad ordered the remaining officers near him and within seconds the officers and dogs were out of the pair’s sights. jisung looked to his friend and gave him a thumbs up before scrambling to follow after his dad.

“wait jisung! wait for-“ chan was cut short and threw himself against a tree once he saw jisung fall to the floor. a flashlight was soon in his face, jisung yelped and held his arms out to protect himself from the harsh light that came above him. chan clamped a hand over his mouth to minimize his breathing and he tried to hear what they were saying.

“wait a minute, this one belongs to me.” jisung’s dad scoffed and held out his hand to help his son off the ground. jisung grabbed it and dusted the dirt from himself for the second time that night. he smiled at his dad, “wait wheres the other one? where’s chan?” jisung’s dad moved the flash light around in hopes of finding his son’s partner in crime. “chan are you out there?”

“no! he’s uh not here. chan’s at home, you know sleeping. it is the night before school.” jisung answered quickly hoping to steer his his father away. his dad seemed to buy it because he grabbed jisung’s shirt and started pulling them towards the police car that was just outside the woods.

“that’s right it is a school night, you should be home sleeping right now like your friend.” chan overheard the whole conversation and his hand went to grab his inhaler to make sure it was in the pocket. the boy wanted to go home. he’d been up for far too long and wanted to sleep the night away. after making sure the coast was clear, he started to wander off from the area and came across an area with a lot of trees spread out. chan tried to listen to the sounds of the woods but was left with eerie silence. it was all quiet. not even the sound of crickets or leaves crunching could be heard. he watched the trees, and let his other senses take over. the ground started to shake and chan backed away from the open woods. a herd of deer came into chan’s view and his eyes widened to make sure what he was seeing was true. the sudden intrusion of the herd made chan’s hand fall from the inhaler and he lost it somewhere on the floor. he fell somewhere away from it. the deer stomped through the forest and around chan. he tried covering his eyes from the dirt that flew into his eyes. as an afterthought he kept his arms up to protect his face from the deer. he was afraid and didn’t know what to do. after a few stray deer made their way to the rest of them, chan let out a breath. his heart was beating so fast and he took a few breaths to try and get his rapid heartbeat under control. he got off the ground and reached for his phone, the boy turned on the flashlight and let his phone light cover the ground in order to find his inhaler. chan moved his phone around slowly, searching for the small thing. instead of his inhaler, the phone light landed on the body.

as in the cut in half, bloodied body. he almost screamed as he fell backwards. the body stared back at him, the girl’s eyes open wide in horror. he wanted to reach out and close her eyes but he was too terrified so he just slowly backed up until he got to his feet and turned away from the body on the ground.

chan started to search for his inhaler again, he wanted to get the image of the dead girl’s body out of his head. he was tempted to call jisung and tell him but he had more pressing matters. he shook off his nerves. the movement of leaves and branches behind chan scared him out of his mind. he turned around to be met with nothing, it was like something out of a b-rated horror movie and he almost laughed. the same sound was heard. he moved his head only to it to be met with red glowing eyes in the distance. chan swore under his breath. he wanted to run away from whatever was out there but before he could he react, the thing jumped out at him. chan tired to push himself away from the thing on top of him but with no avail the thing had a hold of chan’s torso. chan felt a scream rip through his throat when his side was pierced with something wickedly sharp. it had a sort burning sting to it and his mind wandered to what his mom would say. chan shook the thoughts from his head. he must be delirious from the pain. he needed to get this thing off him before it tore him to pieces. it finally released its hold on chan. the teenager scrambled to get on his feet and started running as fast as his legs could take him. he started to hyperventilate. his inhaler still nowhere to be found but he just kept running. he’d rather suffer an asthma attack then whatever the hell was in the woods. suddenly, chan could see lights in front of him and he pushed himself to run faster. the moment he was met with road he stopped to hold his chest. he was hoping to get more air into his lungs but it didn’t seem to be working. chan heard the sound of an engine and he turned to be met with headlights. the car had to swerve to avoid hitting him. he was left alone on the dark road. he wanted his mom or a pair of paramedics. with shaky breaths leaving chan he brought his hand to his side and lifted the shirt that used to be white up to reveal his wound. chan’s eyes widened at the bite mark that cover his side. his wound wasn’t from claws or a knife like he was expecting. chan didn’t know what to do. he was in a lot of pain and all he wanted to was go to sleep.

chan locked his bike on the rack just outside his school. he heard a car park besides him and cursed when he saw that it was a porsche. jackson wang got out of the over priced car and smacked the door into chan’s unhurt side. jackson closed the door and scoffed towards the boy.

“dude, watch it.” he pointed to the car door and chan’s eyes followed it. jackson was the one who hit him. he really wanted to go back home. jackson was called away by some of his friends and chan sighed leaving his bike locked up to meet up with his friend and tell him everything that happened the night before. the gauze stuck to his side covering the wound felt sticky and chan wanted to replace it already. jisung jogged up to his friend after clicking to lock up his jeep. chan smiled when he saw him. before chan had gone to bed he had texted his friend about the bite, but not about the body.

“alright channie let’s see it.” chan felt that jisung’s enthusiasm about the wound was too much. he wasn’t sure how his friend had so much energy in the early morning, but he pulled the side of his shirt up to reveal the bite. chan could see it was bleeding again. “woah there buddy, looks like it hurts.” jisung went to grab at chan’s waist and touch it but chan flinched away. “oh shit, sorry.” chan let the shirt fall back down. jisung asked him what he thought did it but he honestly didn’t know. chan grabbed at his backpack straps and the pair started walking towards the entrance of the school.

“it was really dark so i couldn’t see much, but im pretty sure it was a wolf.”

“oh my god, i know you’re dumb, but are you really that dumb? there’s no wolves in california, dumbass.” jisung’s small laugh made chan look at him. if it wasn’t a wolf he wasn’t sure what it was.

“well it howled,” chan explained.

“doesn’t matter, california doesn’t have wolves.” jisung made chan stop in his tracks just so could look him in the eye. chan saw he wasn’t joking, he was being serious.

“you’re joking.”

“i’m not.” his eyes were concerned and gravely serious. it was odd to see his usual happy friend so solemn. “there’s no way you were bitten by a wolf.”

chan didn’t know what to say but then he remembered the body. “i found the body. well half of it.” jisung jumped and he reached out for the boy.

“oh my god really?! you found the body, thats so co-“

“it’s not cool! i’m gonna need years of therapy.”

“therapy, dude? you’re a wuss! this is awesome. literally the best thing that’s happened,” suddenly, a brunette entered the scene. jisung’s eyes followed the girl and chan smiled at his love sick friend. “...since areum was born.” the bell rang and jisung pouted once areum walked into the main building doors. he turned around and met chan’s eyes again. chan grabbed his friend by the shoulder and pushed them both towards the school. jisung would only have to wait mere seconds to see areum again. she was stuck in first period with them.

“now, i know some of you are aware of the body found in the woods last night,” their teacher started and chan could feel the wink that jisung was sending him without even looking. “and i’m supposed to tell you that the police have someone in custody. that means you can focus on my class and not the conspiracy theories following this case.” chan looked back towards jisung and gave him a questioning look, jisung just shrugged and went back to staring whatever was important on his pencil. chan slouched back into his seat trying to focus on the class, but a phone ringing made him bring his hands up to cover his ears. he looked around, but saw no one who looked remotely concerned about a phone going off, not even the teacher. the boy’s eyes drifted to the window and his eyes caught sight of someone sitting on the bench outside with a phone to their ear, chan could hear their conversation clearly.

“mom, you don’t need to call me on the first day. i’ve done this before, i know how high school works.” chan could see the boy struggling to open his bag and look for something, “no i’m fine, i think i just forgot a pen.” chan smiled and he ignored the small lecture that was going on right in front of him to listen to what was happening outside. “no, mom, please don’t, i’ll be fine, okay i gotta go. yeah, love you too” the boy got up and shook hands with whatever admin was helping this kid out. chan focused on listening to them to where they were going and suddenly saw them in the doorway to his classroom.

“mr. morgan’s astronomy class, good morning to you all. i’d like to introduce a new student here at becon hills. his name is kim seungmin and he’ll be in this class, do your best to make him feel welcome.” the administrator left and the teacher pointed to the area where chan was sitting. he saw seungmin walk towards him and heard his bag hit the floor once he was seated. chan grabbed an extra pen that was on his desk and turned to give it to the boy.

“thank you?” seungmin looked confused but still took the pen from chan and he smiled back to show his gratitude. the rest of school went by rather quickly, and every kid left the school halls leaving them empty. chan made his way to his locker and saw seungmin, by what he wassumed was his locker. the two smiled at each other, areum came from the other hall and saw seungmin,

“i’m areum, it’s seungmin right?” areum held her hand out for the boy to shake and he nodded as well, chan heard seungmin’s heart rate increase. areum let out a small chuckle as she let go of the nervous boy’s hand. “hey, i’m sorry i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, just wanted to make sure that you have a good first day, and maybe ask if you need a friend?” seungmin smiled brightly and shook his head slightly,

“no, it’s fine, don’t worry. thanks for checking in. it’s nice to meet you areum, and i’d love to be friends.” seungmin’s hand were still gripping his back pack and chan could hear his heartbeat start to slow. jisung stood in front of chan now but he was still listening to the two across the hall conversation. jackson joined his girlfriend and let his hands attach to her waist while areum still talked to seungmin.

“how is the new kid already friends with areum and jackson?” some girl came up to chan and friend and jisung answered for chan.

“probably because he looks lonely and areum is a nice person that wants to make everyone comfortable?” jisung answered nonchalantly. chan let jisung and the girl bicker back and forth while he was focused on seungmin and areum.

“alrighty then seungmin, there is a party this friday after school. it will be so much fun! we can hang together the whole night!” areum smiled clasping her hands together excitedly. chan knew that that was an exaggeration. areum wouldn’t hang with seungmin the whole night like she said. chan liked areum, but he wasn’t always her biggest fan. she was like a coin. sometimes she was the kindest thing this side of the galaxy had ever seen, but she also had a tendency to flip when she was around jackson and his friends.

“oh i’m sorry, every friday my family and i do something special but thanks for asking though.” seungmin almost looked uncomfortable under the gazes of the most popular couple at school and chan almost felt sorry for him.

“you have to come! everyone is gonna be there and so is the team.” jackson tried.

“football?”

“beacon hills football team sucks, haven’t won a game in years. our lacrosse team on the other hand has won state champs the last three years.” jackson offered a smile and areum brought her hand to brush some of the stray hairs on jackson’s head away from his face.

“yeah because of a certain team captain.” areum kissed her boyfriends cheek and chan swore he heard jisung gag.

“we actually have practice in a few... you should come and watch it,” jackson was no longer leaning on the lockers and areum grabbed for seungmin’s hand. “see if you wanna even join the team.”

“i actually have– i don’t do sports really.” seungmin looked scared and chan wanted nothing more than to just help the poor boy.

“well jackson was just kidding but you still have to come watch.” areum dragged them away and chan pulled jisung by his bag to go practice too.

after changing into their gear, the boys practicing for the lacrosse team all gathered on the field. chan heard coach blow the whistle.

“listen, im tired of sitting out on everything! i wanna be on the front line jisung, no more bench warming.” chan muttered and jisung shrugged not quite agreeing, he was just glad to be on the team.

“bang!” coach finstock yelled at chan from behind him, he turned around to answer coach but was interrupted. “you’re goalie today kiddo.”

“coach, i’ve never played goalie before though.” chan was ready to beg to get out of it, but his regular gear was thrown on the ground and replaced with a goalie’s stick and helmet.

“well obviously, but hey, there is a first time for everything! try and get the kids going you know? fire them up? or whatever the hell you kids say now a days.”

“huh?” the boy looked scared and coach laughed.

“catch the balls so they don’t hit you, bang.” he gave chan a hard pat on the shoulder and left chan there. he went to stand near the net and chan heard seungmin’s voice again,

“who is that?” areum followed her new friends eye line and frowned.

“not sure, why?” she looked seungmin in the eye but the boy was still looking at chan.

“we have astronomy with him. he gave me a pen, i was just wondering.” seungmin shrugged and chan let his attention drift to the practice. the loud ringing of the whistle startled chan and he tried clutching his ears with the big gloves to drown out the sound. an incoming fast ball hit chan on the helmet beating him to it and he was thrown backwards from the force. he heard some laughing and jisung visibly cringed from the sidelines. chan got back up and focused on the kid in front of him, the ball left his net and in the blink of an eye, it was sitting in chan’s. he looked surprised along with everyone else on the field and jisung screamed out for his friend.

“hell yeah!”

more kids tried getting past but chan caught them all. one after the other he caught all the lacrosse balls thrown at him. chan didn’t know how this was possible and how he was doing it, but he was and nobody was more surprised then him. jackson skipped the lineup and went to the front, chan’s whole body tensed up, he had to catch this and not make a fool of him self.

“oh god,” chan went into position to catch his ball and as soon as it was thrown from jackson to chan, it was in his net. chan did it, he caught the team captain’s ball and everyone was cheering for chan.

“yes! that’s my best friend!” jisung shouted and chan laughed and sent him his best version of thumbs up given the gloves. areum was on her feet cheering chan on and chan caught jackson staring at her and felt something close to proud.

chan jumped off the small dirt pile and his feet were soon wet from the small river, jisung followed behind him and they both walked across the small river.

“i don’t know man, it’s weird. i just caught them it was like time stopped and i was able to catch them no problem. but the thing is that’s not the only weird thing thats happened,” chan stopped for a moment to duck under a tree branch, “i can hear and smell things that i shouldn’t be able to. like the spearmint gum thats in your pocket.” chan stopped again to let jisung look in his pocket to find one wrapped piece of spearmint gum. jisung was shocked that he knew that but brushed off thinking it was just a coincidence.

“and this all started with the bite?” they continued their journey in the woods.

“yeah, but what if im dying? like this is the surge and my last few hours are just all my senses heightened, or maybe i have some type of disease?” chan turned to look at jisung and he scoffed but then jisung placed his hands on his hips, moving his jacket out of the way.

“oh yeah i’ve actually heard of something like this man,”

“really? what is it?”

“lycanthropy.” jisung stated with a straight face.

“oh my god it sounds bad, it’s bad isn’t it?”

“oh yeah its the worst. but usually its only once a month,” chan looked confused and wanted to say something but jisung didn’t let him “only on the full moon.” jisung howled and chan wanted to punch his friend. jisung was still howling by the time that chan turned to start walking away, chan turned around and punched him in the shoulder. “hey! im just relaying information i got from google.”

“dude im serious!! i could be dying and here you are making jokes about it.”

“no way, dude, you’re just a big bad werewolf now!” jisung made some growling noises and chan wanted nothing more than to punch his friend again, but this time in the mouth. chan glared at his friend and jisung stopped his teasing to hold up his arms in defense. “okay, okay, im joking obviously! but there is a full moon on friday, so just be careful.” jisung teased but chan was already over it.

he halted his steps and crouched down to move some leaves around. “i swear on everything holy, it was right here. the deer, where i dropped my inhaler and found the body.” he continued to move some leaves and throw some branches out of the way while jisung just stood there.

“maybe the killer took it?” jisung tried

“yeah i get the body, but why my inhaler?” chan was still crouching when jisung slapped his shoulder, the boy got up and turned to where his friend was looking. a man in a leather jacket was standing twenty feet away from them and the pair stood there awkwardly while the man walked closer to them.

“what are you doing here?” the man tried and still got no response from chan or jisung. “this is private property.” jisung took his hands from his pocket and scratched his neck.

“uh shoot sorry dude, we uh didn’t know” jisung rushed out.

“yeah, sorry, we were looking for something but forget it, sorry we intruded.” chan wanted to leave, the man standing before them was intimidating. the man in leather threw chan’s inhaler and chan caught it without looking. the man turned to leave and chan was ready to leave too. “come on jisung, lets go.” after getting some space between them and the mystery man, jisung spoke up.

“dude, do you even know how that was?”

“no, why should i?” he asked, still walking. chan just wanted to put more space between leather guy and them.

“it was freaking lee minho! he’s only a few years older than us. do you not remember?” jisung pressed and chan’s grip on the inhaler tightened.

“remember what?”

“his family, they all burned in their house like ten years ago.” both boys were now heavily confused, chan twirled the inhaler in his hands before sticking it in his pocket.

“wonder what he’s doing back.” it wasn’t a question. it was a statement and with the silence that followed chan could tell jisung was starting to grow more curious as time dragged on.

after departing from his best friend, chan had work to attend to. chan worked at a veterinary clinic and had been for awhile now. that was why he closed some nights. he went to the front door and switched the sign to closed and locked the door. soon he would be heading home, and he was glad. sleep was calling for him.

chan looked up to the darkening sky and saw storm clouds. he walked to the bathroom and brought the necessities he needed to clean up his wound. he lifted his shirt and saw nothing. there was no remnants of any wound on his side at all. chan was more confused than ever. he really didn’t know what to do other than to keep working so he put the supplies back and went to grab cat food to make sure they were fed before the night ended. the moment he entered the cat’s room hissing could be heard from everywhere and it surprised chan. he looked around the room and saw all the cats were going crazy and looked like they were going to jump chan if the cages weren’t in the way. he dropped the bag of food and left the room in a hurry. not understanding what was happening. the sudden knocking brought chan back and he saw a glimpse of seungmin from the door. he ran to the to door and opened it seeing a distressed male.

“i was just driving and i… i look away for one second and i hit it. it came out of nowhere! i didn’t see it.” he babbled and chan noticed how anxiety ridden he was.

“calm down, you’re okay. what did you hit?”

seungmin took a breath in and slowly exhaled, “a dog, i hit a dog.” chan was still worried about seungmin and he didn’t know what to do.

“do you know where you hit it? i can call someone and we’ll find the-“

“i have the dog, i took it with me. i didn’t want it to be alone and hurt. ” seungmin said breathlessly and moved to go out to his car to show the other male the hurt dog, chan followed. getting soaked wasn’t on chan’s agenda tonight but neither was dealing with a dogs broken leg. after they moved the dog into the vet clinic, chan was quick to give seungmin a towel to dry his hair and clothes as much as he could, along with himself before tending to the dog. he towel dried himself as much as he could and went over to the dog, drying some of the dogs fur and then looking at its broken leg.

“i can splint it for now and give the dog some pain meds but the head vet has to reset it. im not qualified for that yet.” seungmin hung the towel around his neck and went to lean on the table in the middle of the room to talk to chan, he smiled for the first time that night and chan responded with a soft smile.

“well i’m glad, i didn’t want to just leave the dog hurt especially in this weather. i hope i made the right call.”

“you did, don’t worry, i can handle broken legs. its nothing to worry about, this pup will be back on his feet in few months.” chan was getting ready to administer some pain meds and get what he needed to splint the dogs leg when he saw seungmin was petting the dog trying to make sure it was comfortable. he smiled and grabbed the supplies he needed, “do you like dogs?” seungmin looked up to chan and smiled.

“yeah, i do. i used to have one but she died a while back. also how do you know my name?” seungmin smirked and chan laughed, he pets the dogs head before going to his front leg and grabbing some of the fur to inject the medication.

“we have astronomy together, my names chan by the way.”

“yeah i know, you just never told me your name, chan. you gave me the pen today. do you want that back?” seungmin tried and chan laughed again, he wrapped the dogs leg and stood up straight to stretch out his muscles.

“don’t worry about it, i have a ton more.” seungmin gave him a thumbs up before going back to pet the dog again. the two fell into a comfortable silence with the rain and the dog breathing were the only things that could be heard. chan put the supplies away and walked back to the table. “so do you really have plans on friday, or was that just an excuse not to go to areum’s party.”

seungmin looked at chan and shook his head with a slight smile, “no, family night isn’t a thing, why?”

“wondered if you wanted to go to areum’s party with me instead? areum’s a busy lady and she might say one thing, but mean something totally different. she’s still a good person though don’t get me wrong. i just don’t want you to be alone.” chan added a smile and hoped he wasn’t be too pushy.

“yeah, let’s do it. i should probably head home though,” seungmin handed the towel back to the other boy and he placed them on the counter top while the seungmin gathered his things. chan walked his new friend outside and made sure he got back on the road safely before leaving to pack up for the night. after racing to get home to get a healthy amount of sleep, chan laid in bed wondering about what he was going to wear to the party. he tossed and turned and just when he thought he was falling asleep, he was rudely awakened by bumping into something.

his eyes opened wide in annoyance but then shock when he realized that he wasn’t in his bedroom. chan was face to face with dirt, he was literally staring at leaves and the dirt on the ground. he regretted not wearing a shirt to bed as the air outside was colder than what he was expecting. chan looked around, he couldn’t tell if he was dreaming or not. the fog proving to impair his vision and and the breeze did nothing for the goosebumps that arose on his skin. when chan stood up he tried to see if he could see anything that would tell him where he was. a twig snapped and chan froze, he slowly turned to where the sound originated from and saw nothing. another rustle from his left and chan was staring at something dark in the distance. afraid of what it could do and not wanting to stay behind to find out, chan started running. chan looked to his left again and the thing looked to be mimicking him, it was copying chan’s every moment. he forced his legs to move faster, sprinting in the forest, he made it to a break by the edge of the forest and was met with a fence. chan threw his body over it and landed ungracefully. he ran back to his house after realizing where he was, he still had to get ready for school. chan was severely confused about how he got to the woods and more confused about what it was that he saw. he got ready and headed to school as fast as he could not even stopping to say bye to his mom.

he never slept-walk before.

the day had gone on so long and chan was grateful that all he had left was some practice. he was grabbing things from his locker when a hand slammed the door shut. chan was met with jackson’s eyes and he visibly sighed, he was too tired to deal with anything jackson had to say.

“alright asswipe, how about you tell me where you’re getting your juice from?”

“huh?”

“where do you get your juice?” jackson hissed.

“my mom does all the shopping?” chan really didn’t know how else to answer the question, he had no clue what jackson was talking about.

“listen up bang, i know for a fact that there’s no way hell you, out of all people, are kicking ass on the field without some type of chemical cocktail.” a light switch went off in chan’s head.

“oh you mean steroids… wait, what?” before the boy could react jackson grabbed the top of chan’s jersey and moving to pin him against the wall. chan’s back hit the lockers and he glared at the boy in front of him.

“what the hell is going on with you?” jackson’s words were laced with anger and chan could almost taste it.

“you wanna know what the hell is going on with me jackson? well i would love to know too! because i can do things that i shouldn’t be able to do like hear and smell things that are way to be far to be even sensed.” chan paused as jackson let him go, but he wasn’t done yet. “i’m also able to do things like you said that i shouldn’t be able to do? i mean have you seen me? i’m not in great shape, but that’s not the point! i’m sleep walking miles away from my house and i’m pretty sure i’m losing my god damn mind!” chan let out a gasp he didn’t know he was holding. a weight that the boy didn’t even know had been lifted slightly. jackson laughed.

“aw did that help? is this funny to you bang? i know you’re hiding something and i’m gonna find out what it is, even if it kills me.” the words that left his mouth left chan speechless and jackson turned to leave. chan grabbed his belongings and followed the other boy to the field.

“chan! channie boy come here!!” chan could hear jisung’s yelling before he even saw the boy properly. chan placed his stuff near the bleachers by his friends stuff and leaned down to re-tie his shoes so they were tight enough.

“hurry up sung, i gotta be on the field.”

“okay listen, dad got the screening back from the fiber analysis and you won’t believe what they found on the body! they found animal hairs.” jisung sounded excited and nervous at the same time, but chan had seconds before coach called them to the field.

“sorry dude, can we talk later?”

“wait chan! you’re never gonna believe what the animal was!” chan could barely hear what jisung was saying anymore as he ran out to the field, but he caught the last bit. “it was a wolf.”

after practice, chan was going to head straight for jisung’s, and after a quick shower he biked towards his friend’s house to talk about what went down on the field earlier. he invited himself in and walked to his friends room. chan pounded on the door and within seconds the door opened to a disheveled looking jisung, he smiled towards him and pushed his way in to sit on jisung’s bed.

“thank god, you’re here. come in, you gotta see this.” jisung closed his door after chan was inside and began to ramble, “so i’ve been researching for a while and found all this information.” chan watched his friend sit at his desk and grabbed some papers near the printer.

“how much caffeine have you had today jisung?”

“too much but just listen,” chan laughed

“is it about the body? did they find out who killed her?”

“nope, they’re still questioning people. like lee minho, the guy from the woods. but chan! this isn’t about that!!” jisung was throwing his arms around to try and get his point across, chan shut up so his friend could talk, jisung put on a serious face and wasn’t flailing around anymore. “remember the joke from yesterday?” chan slowly nodded, “well buddy, it’s not a joke anymore.”

“jisung wha-“

“chan! i’ve been doing research since this all went down and now i know! do you even know why wolves howl?” jisung stood up with his arms crossed and the papers crinkling under his arm.

“no i don’t.”

“it’s a signal chan. they howl when they stray from the pack. it’s to signal their location to the rest of the pack. chan this means if you heard that, there could be more of them out there.”

“oh my god, a whole pack of wolves?” chan was still confused and jisung wasn’t making it easier with his rambling.

“no. a pack of werewolves.” at this point chan was annoyed. he didn’t want to listen to jisung tell scary stories, he was too busy and this wasn’t a boy scouts meeting.

“jisung, i swear to god. i have stuff to do like homework and pick up seungmin to go to areum’s party!” chan stood and grabbed his bag, already slinging it across his shoulder, making his friend talk to his back.

“chan, listen please. what you did today at practice, wasn’t just cool and amazing. it was literally impossible.”

“i made a good shot and went with it.” chan wanted to leave, he had things to attend to and jisung was just getting in his way.

“no! its not just that!” jisung grabbed his bag and moved to lay on his bed while he stared chan down, hoping to get his point across and to make his friend understand what was happening. “i mean chan, your reflexes, your speed! everything! you’re good at it chan, and people like us,” jisung motioned between them “can’t do that overnight. and also, your vision and smell! all your senses are heightened and don’t even try me, bang chan! i know you haven’t used your inhaler in days. days without using the plastic container that you used to be so dependent on before all this happened.”

“okay… i…” he couldn’t think, “jisung, i can’t do this right now! like i said i have stuff to do. we can talk tomorrow about this.” chan tried reaching for his bag again just for jisung to push his hand away and yell at him with wide eyes.

“dude no way! tonight’s the full moon. it can’t be tomorrow, what are you not getting?” jisung was begging him, pleading for chan to stay in and not go out.

“jisung please, i can’t deal with this right now. i just made first line and i’m going to hang out with seungmin. everything in my life is somewhat okay right now, so why are you trying to mess that up for me?”

“i’m trying to help chan.” jisung sat down and now chan was the one hovering over jisung. jisung looked defeated in his desk chair and chan almost felt bad, it didn’t last long though. “you’re cursed, and its not just gonna make you physically change when the full moon hits. it’s also when your bloodlust is at its peak.”

“my bloodlust?”

“yeah, your urge to kill.” chan groaned and turned his body away from his friend, grabbing the bag once again and putting it on. jisung grabbed a book in front of him and started reading from it.

“the change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.” chan pushed his hair aside that fell over his eyes and jisung spoke again.

“and if you ask me chan, its a bad idea all together to hang out with seungmin and go to areum’s! you could hurt yourself or someone else.” jisung had the same look in his eyes again and chan was just fed up that he didn’t even bother to answer him. jisung was quick to jump in front of the door and stop chan from leaving. jisung was silently asking chan to stay and let him help. it did nothing but annoy him. chan grabbed jisung’s shirt and pinned the boy between him and the door, while holding his fist up like he would punch his best friend. jisung didn’t know what was happening and neither did chan. chan didn’t want to punch jisung, let alone touch the boy in a harmful way. it was surprising. he wanted his friend to feel safe and welcome when he was with him. but jisung just wouldn’t stop talking and now chan was agitated. he let jisung go and chan turned away and held his backpack straps in his hands walking back and jisung moved away from the door to let him leave.

“i’m so sorry sung i-“ chan began but jisung beat him to it.

“it’s fine, just go. i’ll see you at the party.” chan looked at his friend and a frown reached his face. chan felt like shit and it was his fault that jisung was acting like this.

“i’m sorry.”

chan still felt bad after the thing with jisung but he took the keys from his mom and drove to the address seungmin sent him. after the second boy got in the car, they drove off to areum’s with small talk and good music. chan and seungmin walked through the sea of people littering the host’s house, they stopped near the pool and seungmin stopped to say hi to someone, chan looked over at everyone and saw someone standing near a gate.

lee minho stood by the entrance with a dog barking behind him. chan didn’t know why the older man was at a high schooler’s party but he had more important things to do rather than wonder about older men. seungmin and chan made their way to the dance area and let the music take over. they both danced and let the music have its way with their bodies. letting it take over to let them have a good time and enjoy themselves at the party. chan was dancing with some of his friends from freshman year and looked over to the house. he saw areum and jackson dancing together, or more like her moving and him attacking her neck with his mouth. chan continued dancing with all his friends and seungmin until his head started pounding. he felt like he was gonna be sick, chan’s head hurt and his heart was racing. whenever anyone bumped into or even slightly touched chan, he’d freeze up. his body reacting on its own. the music was suddenly too loud and everyone was too close for comfort.

“chan, are you okay?” seungmin asked him while dragging him away from the group of people to hopefully calm the boy down. it did the exact opposite though, chan heard everything a little bit clearer now that seungmin was talking directly to him. he could hear his friends heartbeat steadily beating, along with the smell of gum that seungmin had chewed on before coming to areum’s. chan’s eyes dragged to seungmin’s hand that was clutching his forearm. his skin felt like it was on fire and he needed some fresh air or cold water.

“i’ll be right back,” chan stated to what he thinks was seungmin. the room was spinning, and chan was very dizzy. his head felt heavy on his shoulders and he couldn’t even blink properly. chan felt like he was dying. he couldn’t breathe. he almost reached for his inhaler but remember he hadn’t brought it.

“hey, chan? you okay dude?” jisung had pressed a hand to chan’s shoulder as he passed by but chan didn’t stop. he barely recognized who it was. the only giveaway being his friends grey hair.

chan thought he was going to pass out at any second. the room wouldn’t stop moving and he didn’t know where he was going. a few other kids had asked chan if was okay but his mouth wouldn’t open. no sounds were coming out and he didn’t know what was happening to him. chan felt a bead of sweat roll down his temple and he reached to wipe it away. he passed by others, trying not to knock over drinks but he really didn’t care that much. his main priority was to get out of there. he reached for his keys once he was out of the house and scrambled down the few steps leading up to areum’s house. seungmin wasn’t far behind and he followed to try and found out what chan was doing. chan felt a bit better after meeting fresh air that wasn’t surrounded by other people and didn’t smell like sweat. he got in his car and turned the ignition, he chest felt warm and he just wanted to get home. chan needed to be home right now.

the drive wasn’t easy but manageable. chan slammed the door shut and dragged his feet up the stairs. the jacket he was wearing was soon on the floor along with his shoes. he fell to the ground and started heaving. chan felt like he was having an asthma attack and he couldn’t remember where he put his inhaler. the window in his room was wide open and the light from the full moon was hitting chan straight on. he closed his eyes and made his body move to the bathroom. every cell, very molecule molecule in chan’s body felt like it was on fire and ice at the same time. he was freezing and burning up and wanted nothing more than to just scream. the cold water from the shower head did nothing to calm his nerves. his hands that clutched the sides of the tub felt like they were being stabbed. chan dared to look and he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. his finger nails were growing, and at an impossible speed. they grew into claws and he rushed to get out of the tub once the same feeling hit his mouth. he looked in the mirror and opened his mouth to see that in fact his canines were no longer their regular shape, but resembled those of a wolf. his brown eyes turned yellow, an almost glowing eerie color. chan was officially scared, a sudden knock brought chan out of it.

“chan?” it was jisung. he must have followed him

“not now jisung, go away.” he limped to the door.

“chan, it’s jisung! let me in, i promise i can help.” the boy promised and chan was prepared to let his friend in and help until he remembered what jisung said earlier about hurting others.

“no i can’t, you know i can’t. i don’t wanna hurt you.” he inhaled and held it for five seconds before exhaling.

“chan! just let me in-“ jisung was pounding on the door and chan opened it slightly.

“listen jisung, please, i know who did it. but tell me, did seungmin get home safe?” jisung sighed at his friend.

“yes, yes, he got home. i saw him get a ride.” there was a pause like jisung was still processing the words chan had uttered. “what do you mean you know who did it?”

chan let his head fall against the door, his wet brown hair dripping water on the floor. “it’s minho. he’s the one behind everything. he killed and hid the body, and he’s the one who bit me.” chan answered matter of factly. he figured it out a while ago and just need to piece it all together. the party just confirmed it.

“wait chan, minho was the one that drove seungmin home after you ran off.” chan swore his heart stopped beating for a second. he closed the door and jisung began pounding again. chan tore off his soaked shirt, and let all his feelings overcome him. he ripped open the curtains of his window and yanked it up. what once used to jam now moved with perfect fluidity. he was surprised by his own strength. it didn’t last long though because he jumped out and landed on the ground, feet parallel and head down. his emotions were running haywire but he just let his gut have the chance to lead him and took off where ever he thought he was needed. chan’s ears elongated and he felt his cheeks slightly itch. he hoped jisung would go check on seungmin to make sure the boy got home safely. but chan could worry about that later, he had things to do like find minho. he leapt throughout the town and scaled buildings when he needed to in order to get a better sense of where he was headed. chan’s feet carried him away and he was brought back to the woods from this morning and when he got bit. chan stopped.

his breathing was hard and he felt himself take deeper breathes in order to get the air into his body. his eye sight was messed up and didn’t look normal and yet he could see perfectly. he followed his nose and let it guide him. chan focused his hearing and closed his eyes to try and hear more. the sound of an engine turning off made chan stop, and he looked around to try and find which direction it was coming from. sudden shouts all around chan made his yellow eyes glow and he took off again. a body came into chan’s peripheral and before he could see who it was clearly, it came at him full force. the wind was knocked out of him. he struggled to his feet.

“minho? what are you doing here? wait, is seungmin safe?!” the second question thrown at minho made him growl, he was agitated and now he had to deal with some teen wolf. minho held onto chan’s shoulder to force the boy to look into his eyes. minho could tell that chan was burning up, his fingers that rested on the boys shoulders were warm. chan tried hitting the boys hands off of him but that just made the grip even tighter. the sound of someone walking near the pair made them both tense up and minho dragged chan to somewhere out of sight from the people in the woods.

“alright look dumbass, i’ve been watching over you for the past few days to see how the bite affected you and you were doing alright so far. but i knew that tonight would be hard,” minho paused too look up at the moon and pointed with his index finger. “and now that we’re here, we’re in trouble cause you can’t keep your cool and managed to hit all the basic no-no’s in the how to be a werewolf checklist. so i’m here to clean up your mess. plus those are hunters out there hunting us and i don’t know about you, but dying wasn’t on my agenda tonight. also the kid is safe, i took him home.”

“okay i can agree with that and thank god.” chan and minho went to the right and started running but it was too late. they were caught in the crossfire and red lasers were pointed at both boys. minho was calm and collected but chan was starting to freak out. minho was trying to reason with them but they had guns. people like that tended to have the upper hand in these sort of situations. chan couldn’t even hear what they were saying, the sound of his heartbeat seemed too loud in his own ears. minho’s hand was still holding chan’s arm and suddenly he let go to push the boy out of the way. the sound of gunshots and arrows whizzing past chan made him come back to reality and he heard minho yell at him,

“watch your eyes chan! close them!” minho was desperate for chan to listen but it was too late and chan looked directly at the arrow that hit a tree. it blew up and the bright light seared his brain. it made him want to claw his eyes out. he rubbed at his eyes and kept running. an arrow came from behind him and pierced his lower arm. minho growled and tried to get the hunters off of chan. chan’s arm was bleeding and he looked down to see the arrow sticking out of his arm on both sides. he let out a shaky breath and minho came running over, he grabbed his hurt arm and put pressure near his elbow to restrict the blood flow while he pulled it out. “the healing will kick in, just give it a few.” he pulled it out and chan groaned, the relief setting in. their was no more pain and minho pulled chan from his thoughts when they started running again. chan held his arm and they made it close to the edge of the woods.

“who were those guys?” chan questioned trying to catch his breath.

“hunters,” minho said simply.

“what?”

“how else am i supposed to explain this to you?” minho groaned. “people with guns, bad. you and me, not bad. yeah, you got it? and if you don’t get it, you’ll end up dead.” minho placed his hands on chan’s shoulders to make the younger boy look him in the eyes. “also, why are you not wearing a shirt?” he tapped chan’s chest and the other boy laughed. “chan listen to me. this is serious, i know this isn’t what you envisioned for you self but this is your life now. whether you like it or not. we’re brothers now.”

chan sighed but nodded, understanding most of what was happening. minho stood up and pulled chan to his feet, the pair walked towards the road. the sun was beginning to rise. chan called jisung and thanked god when said boy was on his way to pick him up. minho made small talk and the two waited together, guards still high just in case. jisung pulled up and chan climbed in the blue jeep after thanking minho and telling him to get home safely.

“so what happened?” jisung questioned after giving chan a shirt. the brown headed boy sighed and felt all his muscles begin to ache as he moved around to get comfortable in the seat.

“you were right, i’m a werewolf.”

“i would say i told you so but i don’t want you to beat my ass so.” jisung laughed and chan joined him. the pair kept driving until chan was dropped off at his home. the weekend was spent trying to get sleep and finishing up his homework. school on monday was brutal. the entire weekend was spent in wallowing in guilt and chan was unable to think of what to say to seungmin.

it didn’t matter though because as soon as chan saw him the words came pouring out of him like he was some sort of leaking faucet. “seungmin, i’m so sorry about everything.”

“i know, it okay. can i ask what happened though?” seungmin locked eyes with chan as they sat in astronomy together. class hadn’t started yet.

“i got sick?” chan tried and seungmin laughed, sitting back in his chair. chan offered a small smile in return, feeling a bit better.

“yeah okay, are we still friends though?” seungmin almost pouted and chan wanted nothing more than to reassure the boy that being his friend was all he wanted.

“of course, always.” chan genuinely smiled and turned around once the bell rang.

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kiliinstinct · 5 years

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Like a Trojan: Prt 2

Small funny Fairy Tail One-Shot. Modern AU. Pairing: Nalu, Gajevy Rated: T for .. questionable shopping items.

The Little bit of Humor I wanted to get out of my head is getting a little bit expanded. But this time, around- I’m making it interactive! This is part two of the little funny I wrote, but for my next part- I want YOU lovely readers to help me decide what comes next!

If you reblog- please put in the tags, or send me an ask/im the form below. Based on what is submitted will decide what happens next in Prt 3! Sound fun? I hope so!

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Character Perspective: (1st chapter was in Natsu’s and the second in Levy’s- who’s next?)

Event: Describe an idea that you think should happen in this chapter. I.e. Lucy and natsu’s first phone conversation? Natsu runs into Lucy at HER work? Come up with your own!

Yes Or No, should Natsu: and Lucy interact next chapter?:

If answered yes, how?

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There is only one rule for this: No tragic/heavy angst ideas. This story is meant to be a comedy!

Part 1 | Part 3

“The Grocery store? You went and dragged me here?” The voice was agitated, laced with a sense of incredulity and disappointment. “This ain’t what I was expecting when you said you needed my assistance, Shrimp.”

Levy Mcgarden, local known ‘shrimp’ and bookworm, certainly wasn’t having it. Not with that attitude. Eyes scanning her list of items to grab, the blue-haired woman shuffled through her bag for a pen, ready to tick off any item she acquired and swiftly began her trek through the store with cart in both her hands. Her companion, a much taller man with metal studs covering his face, followed with exaggerated stomps in his steps. He may ACT as if he didn’t want to be there, but oh, she knew better. She could ask her boyfriend to take her to an Ice Rink wearing a pink hat and mittens and he’d do it; grumbling all the way. “The sparkling water I need is always on a high shelf, can you get the raspberry flavor for me?”

“Why would I- “ Gajeel, grunting his agitation while a thick arm moved to do just as asked, lifted a studded brow and stared at her. Was she ignoring his first question? “Whatever, you owe me for this, shortie.”

“Quit calling me names and I’ll buy you a treat!~” Was her answer, fingers tapping a rhythm on the handle as she thanked him. Always eager to help no matter what was said. It was one of the many reasons she enjoyed her time with him. Gajeel’s actions had always spoke louder than his words, after all. Winking, she continued to push her cart along to find the rest of her list. “And no, I don’t mean whatever you’re perverted mind was thinking of- I’m meaning a snack!”

“Hey! I wasn’t thinkin’ a damn thing!” He barked, sounding offended despite the telltale marks of red crossing his cheeks. Levy sighed, grinning at her tiny win as she crossed a box of tea leaves off her list. “Uh huh-” Levy monotoned, ticking a few more items off, “Then what WERE you thinking when I called you to come meet me at my apartment, hmm? You certainly looked WAY too disappointed by the sight of Lucy answering my door to be expecting anything else you pervert.”

“Oh please, I just thought you dyed your hair and suddenly grew a foot, easy mistake.”

“Ah!” A pause, the cart squealing to a stop as Levy grit her teeth and turned to face the man. Did he seriously just- she couldn’t believe she’d allowed herself to walk into that. Just when she felt she was getting the upper hand too! “Supid, stupid, Gajeel- are you trying to say I magically got HAIR Extensions too?!”

“Stranger things have happened.” The smug smirk was enough to make her stomp her foot in consternation. How dare he! Fixing him with a stern stare, Levy’s ire only grew when he chuckled, clearly not intimidated.

“You’re impossible.” She grumbled, returning her attention to her grocery list. Focus, focus- they didn’t need to cause a scene with his brand of flirting right in the middle of the aisle, did they? A squeak of surprise erupted from her when Gajeel’s arm suddenly wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her against his back as he hunched over her.

The smaller woman couldn’t deny how the sudden action had made her heart jump into her throat and cheeks flame as bright as a traffic light. Especially when his annoying laughter lowered a few octaves and rumbled against the shell of her ear.

“Gihee- I might be, but maybe I can show ya’ JUST how impossible I really am once I get your ass home-” A suggestive squeeze along her hip and a nip to her ear put Levy immediately into a mode that certainly wasn’t made for public spaces. Swallowing thickly, she wriggled herself from his arms and lightly tapped his stomach with her elbow.

“Gajeel! Not in public, you jerk!” She hissed, putting space between them. The roar of his laughter called forth many a stare and Levy was certain her body had warmed up to producing steam. “B-besides, -” She managed while pulling her crumbled nerves back together again, “Lucy’s staying the night: we can’t.”

The dark-haired man’s laughter died off, jaw dropping as he stared, “What?! Then what was th’point in bringing me along if you were having one of yer damned girly nights?!”

“Maybe I wanted to spend some time with you, stupid!” “Oh.” His face reverted right back to its earlier bluster and Levy took a mental moment to celebrate. That’s right, big guy- you can make your pervy innuendos all you want, but the moment I say something sweet, you’re PUTTY in my hands so EAT IT.

Obviously, he couldn’t read her mind, but he definitely got the point when she smirked imperiously and began her trek back through the aisles again. Some onlookers might think they were arguing, but the banter was all part of their dynamic. She had fun with it. So did he. It was just how they worked. Though, the offsetting silence that followed only made the both of them all too aware of the elevator type music echoing through the small store.

How do the cashiers not fall asleep here? She wondered to herself, not for the first time. Levy had been coming to this corner store for years, ever since she had moved in the apartment complex a few blocks down. It was nearby and hardly ever packed by other customers. Absolutely perfect for when she needed to just get in and get out with her groceries.

Although, the last time she needed items, her best friend Lucy had gone to get them instead. Quite the questionable material, in fact- and the moment her blonde friend had returned, cheeks bright red and chest heaving from a lack of air, the blonde had quickly informed Levy that she would never, ever, go out and buy a thing for her ever again.

‘Oh, come on Lu, it wasn’t THAT bad was it?’ She had asked- accepting her bag of items with ease. It wasn’t as if she had asked for the condoms for a fun romp with Gajeel, after all- (No seriously, it hadn’t been!) They were needed for a prank, a PRANK! … .If said prank so happened to be against the very man she often slept with anyway, well- that was merely coincidence.

‘It wasn’t bad, it was HORRIBLE. You can’t make me go there ever again, Levy!’ And still, not three weeks later, the smaller girl hadn’t learned the true story of what happened that day. Save a few, small details.

“So, why’s blondie over at your place again anyway?” Ah, casual conversation- a great way to break through those pesky silences. Levy mentally decided to buy him his favorite cookies for that. (Then again, she already had those on the list.) Shrugging, she ticked the last of her items and began the process of weaving her way back to the front of the store.

“She’s convinced the police will be knocking on her door any day now.” She replied, nose crunching together as she thought it over. “I keep telling her she’s fine, but she gets oddly paranoid about those things.”

Gajeel’s confusion was clear- as well as completely understood. “Ya’ wanna provide context for that, shortie?”

A huff and a glare was sent his way, only to be met by a smirk and Levy threw a hand into the air to wave his question off. “Something about stealing some woman’s groceries and a stolen twenty? I don’t know, she got all flustered and embarrassed and didn’t give me all the details.”

“Huh, never thought she’d have it in her to steal something…”

She paused, brows scrunching together before her gaze slid back towards her boyfriend, “You’re still at the academy, no threatening to arrest her.”

“Pfft, don’t take my fun away.” It looked like an entirely new banter was about to start, with Levy lifting a finger to prod it into Gajeel’s arm, frowning in mock consternation, but no further words could escape her mouth. Stepping out towards the registers seemed the equivalent to a gate opening and letting forth a whirlwind the two of them had not been expecting.

That whirlwind being in the form of a pink-haired Cashier, fists slamming down his ‘register closed’ sign as he practically leaped over the bagging area and stomped his way straight towards them; the employee apron slipped off in a smooth motion, quickly being flung over his shoulder like an old, forgotten towel. Levy took an instinctive step back as his intensely focused eyes drilled into hers and barely noticed her boyfriend tense up and immediately move on the defensive.

“Hey, pal, the hell do ya you’re doing-” the cashier ignored him, pointing towards Levy with wide eyes.

“You’re Levy, right?! Blue hair, talking about stolen groceries and a twenty?!” Brown eyes widened and the stunned woman stared, unsure of how to respond. How did he- how did he know her name?!

“Don’t you ignore me, twerp- back off from my girl!” Muscles bulged as Gajeel moved to step between them- eyes narrowed and voice turning into a dangerous growl. One that meant business, but the boy merely leaned his head over to keep his eyes trained on her with a stubborn curiosity that matched her own when she found a book she adored.

“Are you or are ya’ not the chick who sent a blonde here a coupl’a weeks ago to buy her TROJANS?!”

The whirlwind suddenly turned into a loud echo that left every person in the store turning to look back at the trio and Levy felt her entire body grow still while all her blood focused on her face. Traffic lights paled in comparison. Gajeel, just as stunned, turned his head to look back at her and raised a brow.

“He talkin’ about those condom balloons you filled with glitter all over my apartment?” He asked numbly.

Levy Mcgarden had a realization in that very moment. “W-wait a moment- you can’t just, erm- eh?!”

Lucy was right! I’m never coming here AGAIN!

#Like a Trojan #Nalu Fanfiction #Fairy Tail Fanfiction #Mira's Fanfiction #Gajevy #Nalu #surprise!#i'm making more to this little thing #was going to try working on flame's desire #but after the mental blocks i've been having #i decided to work on the comedic one first #to help me out #anyway #i wanted to try something a little different with this #so i hope people participate in the event above and send me their ideas!

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lesbianfreyja · 5 years

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hey do u have any ways u force urself to write. i need to write this fucking faulkner paper and like ik i can and itll be good once i do it i just need to Do It its already like 900 years late. im loving yahfhskjd law so so so so much btw i rlly love ur characterization for den and the whole fic is just so endearing and enjoyable like theres heaviness to it but its not like overbearingly angsty and its just rlly fun to read

i have some advice but it might not be universal or healthy (lol) and it differs heavily based on what i’m writing

fic writing is for fun, and that’s why i try to remember when i’m doing it. sometimes it becomes obsessive (because i have ocd, and because i love validation, and that’s quite the line to tread lmao) but ultimately i do it because i love it/i have shit to say/stories drum in my fingers until i get them out, even if it takes time. i’m glad you love it!!!! if people didn’t i’d get demoralized way more often! with fic writing, usually i can’t force myself to do anything until i know the basics of what i want down - right now i’m stuck on a scene b/t charlie and mac because i know what i want them to get out of it, but i have no idea what the outside context of the overall conversation will be. usually in that case, i just have to wait it out.

inspo will come to me when it comes, maybe from binge watching the show, maybe from watching smth else, maybe from a convo i have irl or a dream or what have you. in the meantime i write as much around it as i possibly can. i’ve currently written every single scene for the next chapter that either came easily or at least didn’t come extremely difficultly, and once i have part of a scene down i usually let the characters’ voices follow me through the rest of it…sometimes you just have to let them run free. writing fic for me is often a solid push and pull of me nudging the characters down the path i want them to take, but mostly i just sit there and imagine them talking, and see what they say. i have to parse apart exactly how i think they’d say it, but i can get a fair amount of their tone and message just from listening to them have the convo in my head. not to be extremely embarrassing on main but when i was obsessed with twilight, stephenie meyer basically said this in her faq and it really resonated with me lmao. this applies to original fiction btw too. that’s why its often easy to finish a scene once i’ve begun it, if i can get a piece of the convo than usually i can build outward - give me a snippet of a convo and i can begin to see their location, what started this convo, and their motivations. i’ll have to trim it down to fit their tone/how often they lie/how difficult they find it to express themselves later, but after i get it all out, it’s easier to cut away the ooc parts until you’re left with glances to convey what used to be a paragraph and what have you

can’t write a sex scene? have a drink or two and write it all spelling errors and all, it’s usually way dirtier than i intended too but you can clean ALL that up and make it in-character in editing

academic writing was never nearly as difficult for me, especially once i got to college. pretty much everyone i know used adderall to write essays, and i sat down a few times expecting to do that myself, but i ultimately never ended up needing it. in high school i was smart enough to more or less make shit up to get through it (i always say the only thing i learned in high school is how to bullshit effectively) but in college you get to pick your research topics, or they’ll hand you a book and tell you to pick whatever part of it you want to write about, so i usually latched on to one snippet of interest and expanded from there (many of my essays were about how the characters were secretly gay or more or less feminist than they should be, as you can imagine)

i was never much for formal outlines, and i DON’T subscribe to the 5 paragraph essay format, but i usually made a basic outline in my notebook so i’d remember to hit all the points i wanted to make/be able to steer myself back on course when i started rambling abt something. usually i have an overarching point, and like 2 supporting arguments that i go into HEAVY detail about and probably have some supporting arguments about them within themselves. make an outline that lists your thesis and your 2 or 3 main points. if you CAN easily, write down some supporting arguments for those main points, but don’t get caught up on it.

how do i start? just sit down and fuckin start. deadass. tell yourself that if you finish before 8pm you can smoke a bowl or something, then smoke a bowl after you’re done regardless of the time. then sit down and just start typing, WHEREVER your mind wants to begin. let it, it’s way easier to follow your motivation than try to corral it, you’ll just end up giving yourself writer’s block

intros are easy. don’t worry too much about starting them; you can come up with a catchy first sentence way later (same with a catchy ending sentence; i still CANNOT write last lines for the life of me). for your intro literally just say: These 2 or 3 things are connected, actually, and I think they connect in a specific way to prove [thesis]. you can bulk out the intro later, but MOVE ON. that’s not the important part of the essay, at all. if your thesis can’t be turned into a question THAT YOU THEN ANSWER, then it needs to be bulked out. you should be able to make it a question, for example: Why is Emily Dickinson a lesbian? becomes “Dickinson’s lesbianism is the driving force behind her decisions to do x, y, and z” in which x y & z are the main points of your essay.

don’t worry too much about sources or quotes. i can’t tell you how many times i just made arguments in essays and then put in brackets [find a throwaway quote about x to support this later], then highlighted the text so it’d stand out and i’d remember to get back to it later. then MOVE ON.

don’t get caught up in anything, not grammar, not specifics, not finding the perfect segue between paragraphs. just try to get down everything you have to say FIRST, or you’ll bog yourself down and lose steam. sit there until you’re done making your points, then take a break

conclusions are easy. scroll back up to your intro. what does it say? put that back down, exactly, and bulk it out a little by referencing some points in the main paragraphs of your essay. if your intro just said “x y and z is true” then your conclusion should say “her woodcarving shows x is true, the fact that the moon was full that day is why y is true. these two things make z true”

go back and find sources/quotes to plug into all the times you wrote [find a throwaday quote]

TAKE AS LONG AS POSSIBLE OFF. if you try to edit and expand immediately, you WILL fail to catch things. if you’re a little unfamiliar with your own writing, you’ll be able to catch things like spelling errors, things that make so little sense you have no idea what you were trying to say, times you forgot to plug in a quote, or when a transition sounds a little like a record scratching instead of playing smoothly

if you’re really pressed for time: just fucking send it in without doing a second reread, because FUCK IT. getting it done is more important than perfectionism; fixing those last straggling spelling errors gets you +2 points whereas being a day late loses a letter grade

most importantly: WRITE ABOUT WHAT YOU CARE ABOUT. if you’re only getting specific prompts, try to twist it as best you can until you give a fuck about it, it’s WAY easier to write about shit that matters to you. i LOVED twisting prompts until suddenly this boring ass white boy book is secretly about this minor female character that appeared on 2 pages, and after awhile i got really fucking good at it.

just sit down and start writing. you’ve got to start somewhere, even if you end up erasing and rewriting the starting point later. at least you’ve got the ball rolling.

#not to geek out and go full english major but i miss writing argumentative essays #like medium key #holy SHIT!! why is this an essay in and of itself like you didn't even ask lmao #fic stuff #yl #college #book tag #anon #ask

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sportyheroesimagines · 6 years

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PLEASE do another lingering touches PLEASEE IM IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING AND NEED TO READ MORE IM ADDICTED 💕💕💕💕❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💜💛💛💚💙💙❣️💔🖤

It’s a Christmas miracle! The final part to Lingering Touches! It’s been a wild ride for this unintentional series. I hope you guys like it! (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

You know, Midoriya liked to think he’s grown thicker skin over the years when it came to Bakugou. Sure, he’d still shake in his presence, but Bakugou just isn’t able to hurt him anymore. At least, that’s what he thought.

But of course, he found another way to drag Midoriya even lower. You. Of course, he’d find another way to push Midoriya’s face in the muck and taste the mud that was his own inadequacy compared to the ever great and victorious Bakugou. And it tasted bitter, like shit that made his stomach turn and brought a glossiness to his eyes that he couldn’t fight no matter how many times he rubbed them.

He told All Might he’d work on his crying too.

So much for that.

Midoriya looks at his hand. He can still feel your lingering touches on him. He closes his hand into a fist and curls into an even tighter ball. What happened to all the strength he was supposed to have? Why is he so weak? When did he regress so far into his old self?

“Izuku?” his mother’s voice sounds from the other side of the door. It’s soft and gentle and a bit cautious.

“I have dinner ready,” she says, “I brought a tray so you can eat in your room if you want.”

She waits for a response.

“Sorry,” she hears, “I’m … I’m not really hungry.”

Inko sighs after another failed attempt to draw her son from his room. She lowers her head, staring at the steaming katsudon on the tray. She’d been making his favorite for days now so that whenever her son was ready, he’d have his favorite food and his mother by his side to comfort him. Inko shuffles back to the kitchen. She fights the tears in her own eyes. No, she thinks. She can’t be crying now. What if Izuku needs me? She places the tray down and picks up her mug of tea, returning to her spot at the table. The ceramic is warm against the palms of her hands like how Izuku felt when he came crying into her arms a few days ago. He didn’t say anything when he entered. He just stared at her with his big, green eyes overflowing with tears and a look on his face that was begging her to take his pain away. Inko doesn’t even remember what she was doing when she saw her son give her that pained expression. All she remembers is that whatever was in her hands was dropped to the floor and quickly replaced with him as he cried into her breast.

She never heard what happened, but she didn’t pry. The only thing she knew was that her baby was broken. And she tried to hold him together in her arms as best she could.

Inko didn’t see much of her son after that. He wakes up later, grabs his breakfast to go and leaves. When he comes back, he locks himself in his room and doesn’t come out. She has theories and suspicions, though she never wanted to take them as fact. But Inko knows her son well enough to put together your sudden absence and her child’s self- sequestration.

She’s no stranger to young love herself. Inko sips her tea, her mind wandering to you. She wonders how you’re doing. Although she doesn’t condone hurting her baby, she still hopes that you are taking whatever happened between you better

Here’s a hint.

You aren’t.

You pace outside of the Midoriya’s apartment complex shaking your hands. You try to breath, but another wave of nausea hits you. You stop and rest your hands on your thighs as you dry heave. Your heart is pounding like a bass drum and you can’t seem to get enough air into your lungs. A sharp pain shoots down your spine. You double over.

You deserve this, you tell yourself as you try to reclaim your breath. You deserve every second of torture and anxiety because you did this to him. You deserve to feel pain like him. And strangely enough, somewhere inside of you also wanted this discomfort as if it would some way make up for what you did to him.

What did you do to him?

Say it.

Say it aloud.

You know what you did.

You cheated on him. You betrayed him. You hurt him.

Another wave of nausea kicks you like a horse. Bile is pushed up into your mouth and you spit it out bitterly. Good. It should make you sick. You shake your head and look up to his apartment. This is the fifth day that you’ve tried to see him.

The first day, you thought it’d be easier. Just the truth. Nothing else. You walked to his complex, but as soon as you prepared to walk up the steps to his apartment, it hit you like a brick. Anxiety. Panic. Fear. You ran away, but promised to come back the next day. You did and you were proud of yourself. You even got a tiny script together for yourself. But it smacked into you again. That feeling of terror. So you fled. The next day, you told yourself, the next day. You came the next day. You had practiced more. This time, even going as far as to practice your little speech in front of a picture of him. You still ran though. Of course, you did. How could you face him? The fourth day, you didn’t even make it to the steps.

But you’re here today, and today is the day. Today is the day. You take a few more deep breaths, but your legs still shake when you walk up those stairs. You clutch your chest. It feels like your heart might explode.

You’re at the top of the steps before you know it and in front of his door before it fully registers in your brain. Your hands won’t stop trembling. You hear a lock click and you freeze. Your stare at your raised hand. How did you know without realizing it? The door opens. Inko is staring at you with eyes identical to his. You want to run.

“(Name),” she says; you don’t know why you flinch. It feels like you’re being choked.

“Um, is Izuku home?”

“He is. Come in.”

You follow her in. It’s only been five days, but everything in this house that had become so familiar now feels so foreign. You feel unwelcome. Inko is still looking at you; you shift, averting your gaze.

“I don’t know what happened between you. Izuku never said anything, and I won’t make you tell me either. Not if you don’t want to. But, (Name),” Inko says.

You look at her.

“He’s hurting,” she says with a pained look on her face, “I know you came to talk to him just … please … whatever happened, whatever you want to say just be gentle.”

You nod your head. She smiles at you and wipes at the tears that gathered in the corners of her eyes. Then she does something that surprises you. She hugs you.

“I know you’re hurting, too, (Name). You can’t hide it from a mother. It’ll be okay, dear,” she says, pulling away and wiping at the tears falling from your eyes.

Stop, you think. This hurt so much worse than a slap in the face. You wish she had cursed at you and pushed you away, but Inko is always Inko.

“He’s in his room.”

You nod. Every step is like a step closer to your doom. You knock on his door.

“Mom, I said I’m not hungry.”

“It’s me.”

It’s quiet for a moment before you hear the squeak of the door hinges. It only opens slightly. Your breath catches in your throat.

“You can come in.”

You swallow the lump in your throat and walk into his room. He is a head of you, already padding back to his bed. Midoriya sits and looks at you. You can’t meet his gaze so you look around the room like you haven’t been in it a hundred times before. You grimace when your eyes land on the waste basket overflowing with crumpled tissues. You did that. You did that to him. You—

“You can sit if you want,” he says.

“A-Ah, okay,” you nod, wiping your sweating palms at the back of your pants.

You sit in the chair at the desk. You scoot back a bit. He’s watching you quietly. You don’t speak either. The room falls silent. The lack of sound feel suffocating. You can hear your heart pounding too clearly. Does he hear it too? You ball your hands into fist and force yourself to look at him.

Izuku, I’m so sorry. Say it like you practiced.

“Do you hate me?” you ask.

Selfish, the voice in your head barks at you. You are selfish asking something like that. He should hate you.

“How long?” he asks back; he doesn’t need to elaborate for you know what he’s asking. You don’t deserve the answers or a clear conscience. He does.

“N-Not the whole time. Only … only for the last month and a half.”

“Why, (Name)? I was committed to you. You told me it was us,” he starts crying, “Just tell me why? When did everything did everything go so wrong?”

Midoriya keeps staring at you with his glossy eyes. The eyes that you coated with pain. You open your mouth. Your words feel like fire on your tongue, but you have to say it. Running your hands through your hair, you breathe out.

“I … I don’t know,” you say weakly; you’re already crying and you feel pathetic, “Maybe I was searching for something. He kissed me and it just … it felt like something I’ve never had with him and I was weak and I wanted that and—”

“Was I not enough? Did you even … did you even love me?”

“N-No! Izuku, I love you! I just thought … I-I don’t know what I was thinking, b-but I never meant to hurt you, Izuku.”

You move forward in your chair; he slides back a bit. The distance between you hasn’t changed.

“It’s a little too late for that don’t you think?”

“D-Do you hate me?” you ask again.

“I … I don’t think I could ever hate you, (Name) but … you know … you know we’re different now, right?”

You bite your lip and nod your head. Of course … of course, your relationship is different now. Your mouth is dry and your throat is tight, but your eyes are watering. You can’t speak so you just keep biting your lip and nodding your head over and over and over again. You wipe your face. He’s moved closer to you. The distances changes, and you want to ask. But you shouldn’t. This isn’t about you. It’s about him.

“I think,” Midoriya starts, drying his own eyes with his sleeve, “I think I need time, (Name). I’ll be honest, you were my first love.”

You don’t miss his use of the past tense.

“But I don’t think I could ever get rid of the feeling that you give me,” he says, looking at his hand, “But we’re different now.”

“We’re different now,” you parrot back.

Midoriya looks at you with a weak smile that shatters you on the inside, “I just … I just don’t know how to feel right now. I-I think still lo—”

“Don’t say it,” you interrupt him, feeling the tears come back, “You don’t have to say it yet. You need time, right?”

Midoriya looks at you. It’s his turn to nod now. You both stand and look at each other. Both of you are still crying, but both of you know. You move to leave, but he catches your hand in his. It’s warm and safe, and all you want to do is fall into his arms again. But you can’t. It’s not that easy. Even though you had wished and prayed and hoped, both of you know it.You look him in the eyes then you slip from his grasp and leave his room. You quickly bow to Inko and mutter a short thanks. You leave. Day has fallen away, leaving only the night and the stars. The air chills the tear streams on your face, and you wipe them away again. You trek down the stairs and across the parking lot. You look back at the Midoriya apartment again, then you stare at your hand.

You can still feel his lingering touches.

#midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

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grey-kisses · 7 years

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Sanada visiting Yakushi during practice when he’s a first uni year. Can you tell Raichi has a little lip quiver going? He’s definitely freaking out and unable to hold it.

There’s more under the cut that’s like a fanfic/not quite a fic.

“Wow, you’ve gotten so big these past few months!”

“No, you just got t-too strong!”

He literally JUMPS out of Sanada’s arms and runs away behind a building to just scream and cry from his pent up feelings.

Probably texting Eijun [I MISSED HIM SO MUCH BUT I RAN AWAY. IM SO STUPID] and cries. [I RUINED EVERYTHING! I MADE IT WEIRD!]

Raichi hears the team calling for him but it’s barely because he’s sniffling and confused and scared that he’ll be a screw up for forever. And Eijun’s text only gets noticed because it’s on vibrate and he can barely see through his soaked eyelashes.

[What are you saying? You’re about as stupid as me, but you’re going have to explain this.]

I think Akiba finds Raichi first though and has a banana ready for him and says he only gets the Banana if he just starts breathing slow and deep until he calms down. And Raichi doesn’t have the ability to speak well, so he just shows Akiba the messages he sent Eijun about his crush and how he reacted and it’s the first time Raichi mentions to his dear friend how gay he is. But Akiba looks so gentle and understanding that Raichi thought it would be the only way to explain how and why he ran away.

And Akiba is kind and sweet, even if he seems unsure how to help. But the banana and breathing helps, Raichi assures, so Akiba extends a hand to pull Raichi up

“I can tell him you cried because they were tears of happiness, but that you felt to embarrassed for crying, so you ran away from shyness. They’d believe it if it’s you and me.”

Raichi nods and smiles. “It’s barely a lie. I’m … so happy … to see him.”

Sanada is skeptical since it looked like Raichi ran away before crying, but he keeps it to himself until later. He just keeps apologizing for disrupting their practice, and Raizo is annoyed that it looks like Raichi is out of commission for the day. That just means Sanada offers to take care of Raichi while the rest continue playing.

So he brings some water and walks over to Raichi sitting alone in the field, hugging his knees, Money Tree beside him untouched. “It’s weird to not see you swinging, but even if you aren’t practicing, you should hydrate yourself after a good cry.”

Raichi goes stiff and mumbles “Gyah um I-I um snn” But takes the water and tentatively has some. “I’m sorry … for crying. I was. Am. Happy you visited. I got overwhelmed. You couldn’t pick me up like that before, right? Naada-senpai is so cool. So strong.”

Sanada ruffles Raichi’s hair and chuckles, but it’s almost empty, almost uncertain. “I wouldn’t say that. Maybe I could have always picked you up, and I just didn’t. I got so overwhelmed, too, that I just. I just had to scoop you up. I’m happy to see you.”

Little tears prick Raichi’s eyes again. “Please don’t not come back! Y-you probably have a lot in university, but I don’t want you to not come because I was scared! I want to see you again! All the time!”

Sanada sits beside Raichi and sighs. “Is that what happened? You got scared.” Even though Raichi is silent, Sanada knows the little slip-up was true, and he waits to think of how to continue. “I’m so sorry for overwhelming you all at once. When I visit again, I’ll even try to text you in advance.”

Raichi looks up from his knees and stares at Sanada with so much hope. “You’re okay with seeing me again? I-I may be okay if it’s not all of the sudden. I’ll be so happy.”

“That’s nice to hear. I’m always happy around you. I never want to sca- ‘overwhelm’ you again.”

“You won’t. You won’t. I’ll be better now. I’ll act the same as when we were together before.”

“That’s not much of an improvement. You were still shy then, too. Other than picking you up, there’s something else, right? I won’t pry, but … What was the full reason you got upset?”

Raichi’s little kahaha laugh fills the air and Sanada wonders how we survived going months without hearing it. From being used in a loud boom for making a good play to the shy and unsure one he let out just now, Sanada missed all of them. Raichi just kept getting redder, and kept his little laugh going, but he also remained steady at looking at Sanada.

“I scared you, right?”

“No!” Raichi shouted, but his throat was still too sore to get loud enough for others to notice. “I don’t get scared of Sanada-senpai! You make me happy and you make me feel safe!” Raichi swallows more water and he tries to go on because he knows Sanada knows there’s more to say. Raichi can tell Sanada won’t pressure him for more, but at the same time Raichi thinks Sanada deserves to hear it. “I loved being in your strong arms and feeling like I mattered to you.”

Sanada puts on hand on Raichi’s, feeling how very hot, and clammy, and rough it was. “I’d love to have you in my arms again. You can feel safe with me because I don’t mind protecting you. It’s hard not to just lean in and squeeze you tight and never let go.”

“I-I wouldn’t let you let go. I’m scared to see you leave. I’m scared when I see you it’ll be too much because I feel … so strongly about you. I get so happy I get scared of myself.”

“Please just … Be yourself, even if you get scared. It’s selfish, but that’s the you I fell in love with, and I wouldn’t mind holding the person I love near me forever. But that’s selfish, and you don’t owe me that privilege.”

Raichi stopped working.

“R-Raichi? Raichi? Are you- are you okay?”

Raichi’s eyes seemed to follow out and steam left his ears as his face burned and his entire body shut down and wobbled. “L-L-L-L-L-L-”

“Raichi? Raichi, please don’t freak out. I love you but it’s not a b-”

Raichi grabbed back at Sanada’s hand still holding his, then pulled on his arm so that they collided and Raichi roughly kissed Sanada’s nose. “I love Sanada-Senpai!”

#Sanada Shunpei #Todoroki Raichi #SanRai #SanaRai #Daiya no Ace #Daiya no A #art post #Drabble post

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raendown · 7 years

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idk if u still do the 3 sentences fic or fic request at all but im feeling a lil down today and maybe ur fic can enlighten it! what if kakashi jr. find his parents are quarrelling and its like, a very huge fight?

Technically the three sentence prompts are done but what’s this about feeling down??? How dare the world???

*straps on writing hat*

I don’t know why I have a writing hat or why it has straps

Also I hope you don’t mind that I didn’t actually name him Kakashi Jr. just because it would get really confusing referring to them by the same name. Enjoy some really quick writing and I hope you feel better soon! Edit: You can also read it on AO3 now as well!

Takashi’s mom was kind of famous for having a temper, and a destructive one at that. The whole village was familiar with just how loud she could be when riled. So it wasn’t really the volume of his mom’s voice that was bothering him right now so much as what she was saying.

She’d been yelling at his dad for what felt like forever and, like he always did when confronted with this kind of blunt accusation, Takashi’s dad had shut down and was not responding. The young boy wasn’t even in the room but he could picture the Rokudaime Hokage standing utterly still, hands deep in his pockets and both eyes half lidded in a misleading expression of detachment. He could also picture his mother, Sakura, with her thunderous expression and her strong arms waving madly through the air while shecontinued to throw words like knives, seemingly uncaring of the wounds they inflicted.

And the worst part wasthat Takashi knew it was all his own fault. His dad wasn’t to blame yet he’d said nothing in his own defense. Takashi wasn’t sure if it was because Kakashi always said he would back him in anything he did in life or if it was just because he didn’t appreciate the way he was being spoken to and refused to engage. Either way the thirteen year old recognized the very serious dilemma in front of him: to tell or not to tell.

On the one hand, owning up to what he had done was the right thing to do and both of his parents had always taught him to do the right thing whenever possible. On the other hand he was terrified. His mother would turn her anger to him and most smart shinobi tried to avoid that exact situation; it had spelled death for many people before him. He shuddered to think of what she would do to him upon finding out what he had done. More terrifying, however, was the thought of her finding out some day that he had allowed his dad to take the fall for him and that decided it. He would have to tell.

Takashi gulped as he swung open the door to his room, feeling a little like he was marching to his death. He gathered every scrap of courage he had and placed one foot in front of the other, step by step, until he had reached the center of the storm that raged through their house.

Sakura looked as if she had run home straight from the hospital upon hearing the news. She was still wearing her Head Medic uniform and there was a small bloodstain on the hem, wrinkles on the arms, stress lines on her face. Across from her Kakashi looked as if he were pulling farther in to himself than Takashi had ever seen and it broke his heart to be a peripheral cause of that. He knew very well the hard life his dad had lived; he didn’t deserve any more unhappiness, no matter how fleeting.

“-still a child Kakashi, how could you!? Do you not care about his well-being? His life? Do you want him to be like you so badly? How dare you!”

“Mom?”

Sakura’s voice cut off at his quiet, pathetic call. The quiet in the absence of her words was like a ringing in his ears and he trembled under the weight of it. Kakashi seemed to slowly rise from a stupor, his eyes sliding over to rest on his son with a flat, dead look to them.

“Takashi,” Sakura grunted, “you can tell we’re in the middle of something. Now is not the time.”

“Mom, it’s important.”

He watched his mom lift a hand to rub the bridge of her nose. She sounded as if she were barely controlling herself as she asked, “What is it?”

“It’s…you shouldn’t be mad at dad.” Sakura looked at him sharply and he rushed through the rest of his words, knowing if he faltered then he would lose his courage and not say them at all. “You should be mad at me. It wasn’t dad who signed the form, it was me. I forged his name.”

He swallowed thickly, shaking and scared and refusing to cry as the ire built up again in Sakura’s face. Her fists clenched and un-clenched rhythmically.

“You forged his name?”

“Yes.”

“On a form stating that, in his opinion, your team was ready to take on a B-rank mission meant for seasoned chunin?”

“…yes.”

He’d known that Naruto-sama had asked his dad to help oversee the missions being handed out, to help assess each team and assign them appropriately. He’d also known exactly which genin was carrying the assessments and where they were filed. It had beeneasy for someone in the know to switch one of them out so that his team was noted as being highly skilled, ready for advanced missions.

It wasn’t the greatest plan he’d ever come up with, in hindsight, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time.

Sakura had already looked ready to start spewing steam from her ears when he had come in to the room. Now she seemed about to breathe fire. The full weight of the wrongness of what he had done came crashing down on Takashi like a doton burying him in an avalanche.

“Do you understand what could have happened!?” Sakura screeched. “Your team is not ready and there is a reason for those assessments! You could have died, Takashi! Your teammates could have died! Your jonin-sensei could have died trying to protect you! Do you want that on your conscience? Do you want your teammates to come home with scars and trauma? For every time you look at them to be reminded that it was your actions that led to those things?And all for what? To look cool!?”

Takashi was crying before she had gotten through her third sentence.

“And that’sjust the personal implications! You-you-look at yourfather Hatake Takashi. You look him in the eye and tell me what part of your genius plan seemed smart to you. To lay the blame for your stupidity at his feet.”

Sakura railed and ranted and by the end both she and her child were weeping messes of emotion. Of fear and anger and relief - such strong relief that nothing bad had happened. That he was alive and whole and safe to do something just as stupid on another day.

He hated to see his mother cry, to know that he had caused her pain, but Takashi stood still like the strong shinobi he wanted to be and let her storm wash over him. He had brought it on himself and he would take the consequences.

(He would never never do something this stupid again)

When it was over Takashi had been grounded for a month, had his video game privileges revoked, and been warned of the overwhelming list of chores he would be sentenced to attending to around the house for the foreseeable future. All in all, he felt almost as if he had gotten off lightly considering how serious the consequences could have been.

He shuffled back to his room when his mother stormed off to the forest behind their home to vent the rest of her emotions. He tried desperately to stem the flow of tears and nothing seemed to work until the door to his room creaked open to reveal his father standing there.

Kakashi looked nothing more than tired, exhausted, like shutting down had taken all of the energy from him and he wasn’t sure how to get it back. Takashi looked up at him helplessly, not knowing what to say.

“That was very brave,” his dad told him quietly. “Very brave of you to tell the truth knowing what would happen if you did.”

“I’m sorry, dad! I’m sorry!” Takashi burst in to tears all over again, burying his face in his hands. He felt like the scum of the earth.

He was surprised to find arms winding around his shoulders, pulling him in to his father’schest and letting him cry there like he had as a child with a scraped knee. Takashi sobbed, clinging to his dad’s shirt and burrowing in to his embrace. Nothing was safer than Kakashi’s arms and they had always held the power to make the world disappear no matter how old he got.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered again after a long time had passed, when his weeping had become a steady slow trickle of tears. He felt Kakashi pet his hair soothingly.

“Yes, I know. And you should be.”

“Why didn’t you tell mom that it wasn’t you?” he asked. Incredibly, considering how little emotion he had seen in his father when he’d come in, Kakashi chuckled.

“Your mother has always been…spirited, I think I’ll call it. When she’s angry she’s not very willing to listen to reason. She knows that and she’s been trying to work on it for years. But this involved you and your safety. You are the single most precious thing in both of our lives. Loves makes us all irrational, but especially your mother. She needed to yell and scream. She needed to vent. I thought it would be best for her to get it out first, then when she had calmed down enough she might listen.” Kakashi pulled them apart a little to look in to his son’s eyes. “Better that she yells at me than you. I knew what her temper was like when I married her and I have accepted that part of her, ugly as it is.”

Takashi puffed up automatically. “Mom’s not ugly!”

“Her temper is,” Kakashi pointed out. “No one is perfect, Takashi. Every person you meet will have ugly parts but loving someone means that you accept their ugly parts as well as their beautiful ones. You don’t have to like it, only accept it. I love you very much but that doesn’t mean I have to like the fact that you are a giant squish-face knucklehead.”

“Daaaaaad!” Takashi scrunched up his nose. “I’m not five anymore! Quit calling me squish-face!”

“Never!” Kakashi turned his eyes up in a smile and even though he was still full of grief and terror and guilt and annoyance, Takashi smiled back, just a tiny bit happy.

“I love you too, dad,” he said. “And I’m really, really sorry.”

Kakashi’s eyes opened to give him a very long look. Takashi bore it in silence until finally his dad told him, “And I forgive you.”

And he felt like everything might be okay after all.

(When Sakura came home and he heard her whispering apologiesto her husband over and over, Takashi kept his ear pressedto the wall and made himself listen to every single word. His dad was right. Sakura’s temper was an ugly thing but that didn’t make her less of a beautiful person. He could only hope to be more like her some day.)

#replies #rae writes #i accidentally a thing again #:\#kakasaku #kakashi #sakura #oc babies #fanfiction #naruto shippuden

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thebitterlemon-tbl · 4 years

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Post 1- The Ketchup (catch up, obviously)

If I had to describe myself as a person, I would not be that kind about it. That’s not to say that I’m a bad person. I think I can make bad decisions, every one can. I just think I'm really harsh on myself. I like it that way. If you don't keep yourself in check, who will? My personality has been called abrasive and reserved. It depends on my anxiety.

ANXIETY

what a word. The word itself is stressful. It’s hard to type. You really have to go grab that Z from the bottom on the keyboard. It’s just not natural for your fingers to stroke there gracefully. Which is ironic that it’s not natural, because the whole thing about having social anxiety is that you're trying to ACT NATURAL. I love to try and explain anxiety in analogies. Imagine if you're swimming and a shark comes along.... that’s anxiety. Imagine if you’re cooking and the water starts to boil over at the same time that the smoke alarm goes off..... that’s anxiety. Sometimes I don’t even need coffee, I just need social anxiety. I don’t know if I really even have overall anxiety, or just social. It’s all something I'm learning. I am constantly looking for the triggers.

Here are the triggers that I've discovered so far:

Messy apartment

Me, disheveled and not put together

running late

moving slow- no sense of urgency

spending more than $100 somewhere, any where

blushing

people chewing loudly or any mouth sounds at all

confrontation

being caught off guard

I really wanted to round that off to an even 10 but I started to lose steam. It’s actually become quite fun for me to try and find out why I’m anxious. What the fuck made me this way? A couple of things have. Ive had some memories come back to me. I thought for a long time that I had a good childhood, but I was wrong. I blocked out a lot of what I was feeling. Mostly because I am not good at processing my feelings. I do the opposite and I shut down or immediately tell myself it’s not happening. It’s like if your parents fast forward through a sexy scene in a movie. You catch bits of flesh but it’s all so fast... you don't know really what’s happening. You just know it’s not something you’re allowed to see. It’s so weird how you revert back to the way you were feeling from a moment in time and then your body just unconsciously starts invoking those dark fight or flight responses involuntarily. Anytime I walk into a public building, like a coffee shop, theatre, anything where there’s a group of people i don't know- I look for the exits first. I have to know where my clear path is to run (walk quickly probably) out of. I need to find a sure shot, B-line pathway and plan exactly how I would get out. It’s the only way I can relax and really be present. I don’t think I’m ever really present though. My brain is never off. That’s why I like movies and tv. My brain can turn off. I said CAN not WILL. That’s the tricky part.

The one thing I was blessed with is a sense of humor. I can be really funny. I’ve always wanted to act or do stand up. Maybe one day. Theres a new acting class that just opened up. The guy is from CA and seems nice. It’s $380 for 8 weeks... that's a steep price for me to sign up for without even knowing if my anxiety will let me do it. That’s what’ll always hold me back! Maybe starting this blog will help.

So let me just quick fire tell you some more info about myself:

my 2 cats are named Doug and Noodle. Doug is 8 years old and Noodle is only 8 Months old.

I thought my favorite color was purple and maybe it still is but lately I've really been thinking it’s green. Which is odd, I used to say I hated green.

I love poetry. I’m not a super pretentious nerd who's going to quote poets and know about all of them. I just appreciate beautifully crafted sentences that eloquently flow with silky words and smooth imagery.

I love vegetables but I am not a vegetarian.

I used to smoke cigarettes for a long time and now I smoke the Juul. Been a year on the Juul and I haven’t gotten strep since I quit cigarettes.

I’m a workaholic. Greedy money grubber. But I work hard.

I can sing very well but don’t know how to put together a melody and play no instruments so it’s just a useless talent.

Im the youngest of 5!!! That's a wild ride. Maybe its own post.

I am a closet romantic. can’t let anyone see that side of me though.

I think astrology is fun! I like to know about people’s birth charts. I am a Capricorn Sun, Capricorn Rising, Moon in Virgo, and Venus in Pisces.

I used to be really religious until around age 13 or so. I even went to a cult church.

I am Type A. Clean freak. Perfectionist.

I was an Adderal kid. Yikes.

That's a good head start for now! Don't know why I thought that would be easier. It was not rapid fire in the slightest. I guess that's what I feel like you need to know about me before I really start to get into it. Should I end every post with a deep thought like Carrie Bradshaw? Here goes...

Maybe I'm learning more about me too. Hope I like her!

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kate-writes-fluff · 7 years

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If you're still doing dialogue prompts? 160? For whatever you want?

160. [text] Who says no to sex and donuts?!

When I saw this, I thought of Jean, so @tiggeryumyumm I decided to work in your Valentine’s day themed jeanmarco in the same prompt.

Sorry for the wait! I’ve been fighting some real writer’s block.

Jean: Who says no to sex and donuts?!

Eren: just bc i work at a bakery doesn’t mean u can take advantage of it

Jean: I just thought it would sweeten the deal ;)

Eren: obviously it didn’t work

Jean: T-T

Eren: considering how thin the walls are in our apartment, i’m grateful for ur lackluster flirting skills

Jean: …. Rude

Jean locks his phone and sighs as lets himself into their apartment. It’s only 5 a.m., about a half hour after the Wings of Freedom closes for the night and therefore way too early in the morning to deal with Eren’s teasing. Jean drags his feet as he makes his way to his cluttered bedroom, exhausted from both his most recent rejection and a long night of wiping down tables at the bar. He simply throws his uniform–which chronically reeks of alcohol–into a corner of the room as he strips, not even bothering to throw on pajamas before he flops into bed and promptly falls asleep.

Hours later he’s ripped away from a pleasant dream about a handsome stranger with plump kissable lips and warm, welcoming arms by an annoying buzzing noise uncomfortably close to his ear. Jean groans as he fumbles, finally finding his phone underneath his pillow with the display lit up with a new message. Part of him wants to ignore it, but he knows that if Eren pities him enough he might offer to bring him food–but only if he replies before he changes his mind.

Turns out, the text is from Eren, but it’s a picture of a flyer with no words attached. He can’t help but groan as he taps the image to enlarge it and squint at the tiny, pixelated words his brain isn’t awake enough to comprehend yet.

“Valentine’s Meet Up,” it says in a curly romantic font. “Hang out with other singles and donate your time to brighten someone’s day. Make friends and meet someone new.”

Before Jean can think of a coherent response, though “what the fuck” would probably be a decent enough answer, Eren texts him again.

Eren: i signed u up

Jean: whyyyyy?

Eren: bc ur single +whiney + u have a day off on 2/14

also ur a romantic loser so i know ur gonna be extra whiney on V day

Jean: ….

Eren: u kno im right. Accept it

Jean: i only read this text b/c i thought you were offering me food

Eren: if i bring u a donut will u stop complaining

Jean: its a start

Eren: i hate u

Jean puts his phone on his dresser and sighs happily as he relaxes back into his pillow, looking forward to the treat his roommate will inevitably bring him.

Jean makes good on his promise and doesn’t complain about the singles anonymous meeting Eren has signed him up for. Though he makes sure to give his roommate the stink eye when he finds out that he has holiday plans of his own.

“If you’re hanging out with Mikasa and Armin, then why couldn’t you just let me tag along?” Jean whines, turning to give his roommate the most pitiful expression he can muster from beside him on their lumpy clearance-sale couch.

Eren doesn’t bother to look up from his phone as he promptly answers, “Because you would spend the whole day complaining and flirting with my sister.”

“Not true! I might flirt with Armin too,” Jean flutters his eyelashes as Eren groans, turning away from him to finish texting his sister about their plans.

“Yeah, like I want to make my sister and my best friend uncomfortable all day.”

“But you’ll let your sister crash your date with your crush.”

“It’s not a date!” Eren exclaims despite his bright pink cheeks.

“But Armin is your crush?” Jean laughs as he reaches out to playfully ruffle his roommate’s hair, an attempt that costs him an elbow in the side.

“I hate you,” Eren groans.

“Then get your own Netflix,” Jean suggests, switching windows on his computer away from the website in question to check his email. He makes a point to delete his junk mail as slowly as possible, just to rile up his roommate even more. After about ten excruciatingly long minutes he’s about to give in and start the episode of Stranger Things when a new email pops up in his inbox.

“It’s for that Valentine’s thing,” Jean remarks, catching Eren’s attention. He crowds over Jean’s shoulder to watch as he opens the message.

Dear Mr. Kirstein,

Thank you for expressing interest in helping to set up and organize the Valentines Meet Up event. Would you mind meeting me at the bakery to discuss planning details?

Thanks,

Marco Bodt

There’s a moment of silence as they stare blankly at the polite message before Jean pointedly glares over his shoulder. “Eren! I thought you signed me up for the event, not the planning committee!!”

“Whoops,” Eren shrugs and leans back into his own spot on the couch, giving his roommate the space he needs to properly fume.

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” Jean accuses, narrowing his eyes into an even harsher glare.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eren turns his attention back to his phone, pointedly avoiding further eye-contact as he resumes texting. Jean puffs his cheeks angrily, unsure whether the avoidance is a sign of guilt or exactly how little Eren cares about the situation.

“… That’s it, we’re watching Hart of Dixie.”

“No!” Eren exclaims, dropping his phone in his lap as he finally returns eye contact.

“If you signed me up to be a romantic sap for the full week until Valentine’s day, well then I’m going to start now.”

Eren groans but shifts in his seat to see the screen better. “It’s not even romantic, they’re just idiots for the sake of drama.”

Though Jean agrees with him there, he can’t help but roll his eyes at the remark. “You can complain when you have an actual love-life, Mr. I’m-in-love-with-my-bff-but-I’m-too-scared-to-say-anything.”

“Says the chronic single,” Eren bites back, digging his elbow into a ticklish spot in Jean’s side, making the other man squirm. “I hope you meet someone at the stupid event so you’re too busy being stupid and in love to bother me anymore.”

“You and me both. Watching you guys flirt is more excruciating than watching Zoe and Wade go back and forth.”

Eren grumbles profanities under his breath for several minutes before he angrily remarks, “Are you going to start the show or not?”

Jean sighs as his alarm goes off at 11 a.m. the next day. Working nights means that on a normal day, he tends to sleep through the afternoon. But thanks to Eren, he has plans to meet the event guy at the bakery that cut his much-needed sleep short.

The night before had been a long, tiring day and even as he wakes up he still feels tired and listless, barely able to keep his eyes open. Maybe if he was more awake, he would have put the effort into dressing for a first impression. But the fact is, he’s simply too tired to care. So he slips into a pair of sweatpants and a flannel shirt, not even bothering to comb his hair before he shoves his shoes onto his feet and stumbles out the door.

Eren’s wiping down the counter when he arrives at the Braus’ bakery. As Jean slumps against the customer side of the counter, Eren shoots him a distasteful look. “Really, not even an effort?”

Jean finds enough effort to roll his eyes. “Give me the sugar I need to get through this.”

Eren grunts an affirmative as he reaches into the display case to pull out a raspberry filled donut. As Jean pulls out his wallet to begrudgingly pay–though this is all his roommate’s fault, he knows better than asking him to pay too often–Eren nods toward one of the front tables. “Marco’s here already.”

As Jean turns to find the person he’s meeting, he suddenly wishes he had bothered to look in a mirror before he left the apartment. Dressed in a spotless lilac button-down and steam-pressed gray slacks, the man looks as put together as Jean isn’t. But by this point, Jean is just too tired to even think about running back to his apartment to scrounge up an outfit that looks half decent. Though he does quickly finger-comb his hair before he slides into the chair opposite the man.

“Hi! Are you Jean?” The man smiles brightly at his approach, making Jean regret his clothing choices all over again. Because that dimpled smile single-handedly makes his heart clench and his hands start to sweat. Though the freckles across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose certainly make the expression far more endearing than anything larger than a baby animal should ever be. In contrast, Jean can almost feel the bags under his eyes and wonders what the stranger thinks about the hot mess he regrettably is.

“Yeah.” Jean does his best to smile politely, though it falls short. His cheeks feel stiff and his flirting muscles are not quite awake enough to throw out his usual charms. “Are we waiting for anyone else?” He takes a moment to look around the shop and though there are few people getting breakfast to go, there aren’t many people milling around.

“No… you’re the only volunteer.” Marco threads his fingers around his coffee cup and looks crestfallen for a moment before he smiles again. “Let’s start brainstorming, shall we?” he suggests as he pulls out a small spiral notebook and a pen.

“Um, sure. What do you have in mind?”

Marco eagerly flips the page in his notebook, revealing rows upon rows of neat handwriting and messy doodles and diagrams. “I’m so glad you asked.”

The following week is the busiest Jean’s had in years. Whenever he turns around, he’s making bright colored paper chains or folding squares of paper and cutting out paper shapes, filling his and Eren’s apartment with boxes upon boxes of decorations. Whenever Jean gets ready for work, he can hear Eren stumbling and cursing over the new boxes that appear while he’s out of the apartment. It would be funnier if Jean didn’t trip over the damn things himself, too.

The highlight of all the paper toil is that Marco is loathe to make him work alone. During the week, they meet up at the bakery at noon, where Marco spends his lunch break away from the library decorating the place with him. (Jean makes a mental note to pay the local library a visit someday soon.)

Even after spending so much time together, Jean doesn’t find himself tiring of Marco. In fact, with each day he looks forward to every time he leaves to return to work, Jean finds himself actually looking forward to the next day even more. Marco is just as charming as he was the first day they met, cheerful, creative, and fun.

Unwilling to repeat the embarrassment of their first meeting, Jean’s careful to pick the best outfits in his closet for their afternoon meetings. He can’t help but blush the day Marco compliments a shirt ornamented with an iron-on transfer of one of his own art prints.

Jean has always been one to preen over compliments, but the sheer sincerity in Marco’s voice and smile as he gives them is enough to fluster him every time. Halfway through the week, Jean realizes that his attraction for Marco is slowly growing more than skin-deep. That day, Marco laughs cheerfully at even the shittiest of his puns–a quip about Eren being the real breadwinner in their roommate relationship because bussing tables doesn’t exactly set the bar high–and Jean softens.

By the weekend, Jean finally finds the guts to invite Marco over, so they can watch movies while they create card supplies. Marco brings takeout and they eat together on his lumpy couch. When Jean watches tv with Eren, they have no qualms about personal space, throwing arms and legs into the lap of the other at a whim because they’ve learned not to care about boundaries after years of living together. Here, with Marco, Jean is fully aware of just how small the sofa is and just the barest brushing of skin against skin is enough to make him jittery.

Marco doesn’t seem to mind his nervousness, too busy laughing at the antics of the characters of The Grand Budapest Hotel and flashing smiles Jean’s way when a particularly funny line is spoken. Jean confides that he’s an aspiring artist working at the bar only to make money in the meantime, so Marco makes an effort to point out the parts he finds visually inspiring. He enjoys the pastel color palettes–strikingly similar to the colors of his dress shirts– and cheerfully taps Jean’s knee to point out the most brightly colorful scenes. (He likes the pinks of the Mendl’s boxes the most.)

At nine o’ clock, Marco needs to leave and Jean has to get dressed for another night working the bar. As Jean locks the door behind them, Marco hesitates for a moment, twisting his fingers together. “I’ve heard that In the Mood for Love is a really visually interesting movie too. And I’ve been dying to see it,” he remarks off-handedly, looking down the hall at the flickering lights instead of at Jean.

“Sounds cool,” he says, words that seem like the understatement of the century.

For the first time ever, he smiles through his whole shift at work.

“Do you guys have to come flirt at my workplace every day?” Eren asks on February 13th. “It’s sorta gross.”

Jean’s ears warm but he scoffs at the question, “We are not flirting. He just happens to actually appreciate my jokes. Unlike some people.”

Eren snorts. “The only way he’d find you funny is if he has a crush.” He leans against the oven door casually, enjoying watching Jean squirm with embarrassment for once.

Jean huffs in retaliation, “Less talking, more baking. If we’re doing to decorate cookies tomorrow, we need cookies.”

Finally it’s the night of Valentine’s day and Jean’s nervous. All their hard work is on display, hung up around the bakery, decorating it with reds and pinks from head to toe. Trays of fresh cookies are ready to decorate and paper pieces are prepared for cards.

The cheerfully colored donation boxes are set up in the front of the room, listing the names of local hospitals and orphanages that are accepting cards. The slogan “Give a card, give a smile,” hangs on a banner directly behind the boxes.

Sugary sweet pop music starts playing as Marco returns from the sound system, setting up a themed playlist from his phone. Jean tries not to stare at the pink tie the man has on–the same color as the Mendl’s boxes in the movie they had seen together.

“It’s almost time,” Marco smiles, threading his fingers together restlessly. “People should start arriving anytime now.” The air between them seems charged with anxious restlessness. Suddenly, in their last moments alone together it hits Jean that once the day is over, once they clean up the bakery, they’ll lose their excuses to see each other.

It doesn’t really matter that over the course of the week, Jean has learned that Marco’s favorite color is teal and that Persuasion is his favorite Jane Austen novel. That Marco didn’t tease him when Jean confided that his favorite childhood movie was The Princess Bride. It doesn’t matter that Jean showed Marco his art portfolio and the other man enthusiastically admired it, saying that if he ever finished writing his book he’d love to commission him to design the cover.

Once the event is done, they no longer have a reason to spend so much time together.

The shop bell rings and people start arriving, forcing the two men to separate and socialize, doing their best to keep the mingling running as smoothly as possible. (Honestly, Jean hates this sort of thing, but after all the work they had done, he can’t weasel his way out of chaperoning a bunch of adults for a night.)

Regardless of how busy Jean finds himself throughout the night, his eyes always wander to the other side of the room where Marco is cheerfully chatting with other cute single people.

He’s busy staring instead of paying attention to the card making tables when a young woman with wavy auburn hair whistles at him. “Yo loverboy. This is the wrong place to stand around being lovesick,” she chides, carelessly wiping cookie crumbs off her fingers. “Sit down, make a card. You’ll fit in with all the unhappy singles that way.” She grabs a sheet of cardstock out of the pile and quickly scribbles something on it before handing it over.

It messily reads “Ur hot freckleface” above a hand-drawn heart that looks remarkably like a butt.

“See, it’s half done now.”

Jean sighs but sits down to work on fix the card she started. He grabs a pink paper heart that’s just barely large enough to cover her unromantic words. As he glues it down, he can’t help but notice that it’s the same shade as Marco’s tie and that thought convinces him to hazard a glance over at him. The tall man is busy chatting and working on decorating his own cookies, even as he oversees others.

It wouldn’t hurt to make my own, I guess, he muses, searching through the box of children’s markers to find a color he likes. It’s been years since he’s made anyone a hand-made valentine. The only friend that might appreciate one would be Armin–the most sentimental out of the group–, though Eren would definitely change the wifi passwords for that sort of “personal offence.”

After an hour, Jean and Marco switch stations; Jean overseeing the decorations of the last batch of cookies while Marco helps with the cards. Jean slides his own card into the back pocket of his jeans, unwilling to let his newfound friend even guess toward his intentions yet.

Finally, two hours after it started, people begin to leave, many of them in small groups as they chat and exchange phone numbers. Even the woman who “helped” Jean with his card is cheekily hanging off the arm of a stern-faced young man. She whispers something in his ear and his cheeks flare red before she turns back to wink at Jean as they leave the building.

The floor is covered in cookie crumbs, sprinkles, and paper scraps that will be a pain to clean-up, but even so Marco still smiles. “Looks like a success. People walked in alone, but they’re leaving with friends.”

Jean’s card feels like a weight in his pocket and he has to concede that yeah, it really seems like a success.

They take their time cleaning, taking away all the little sugary clues that they’d been there, that they’d prepared for a whole week over it. Jean’s smile falls as he returns to his earlier train in thought: that their reason for spending time together is quickly falling away as they sweep up the mess.

“Cheer up, Jean. The night’s still young,” Marco laughs, taking a moment to turn up the speakers. Cascada’s “Everytime We Touch” blares, bringing back memories of youtube videos Jean forgot watching.

“Where’d you find this? What year do you think it is? 2007?”

The music becomes a palpable presence in the room, especially as Marco begins singing along, dancing with his broom as he sweeps. Jean cracks a smile as he laughs, leaning into the table he was in the midst of cleaning for support. He’s laughing so hard that he doesn’t notice Marco’s approach until he leans the broom against his table.

“Mind dancing with me? That broom is just too stiff and wooden.” Marco holds his palm upwards, like a prince asking for a dance in the ball of a fairytale, not in an empty bakery that looks like it was ransacked by preschoolers on a sugar-high.

“I can’t dance.” Jean waves his hands in refusal, but Marco’s grin only widens.

“Neither can I.”

Finally, Jean gives in and reaches out to hold onto Marco’s shoulders as the other man leads him around the room. They trip and stumble on chairs they hadn’t put away yet, but they only laugh in the face of their own clumsiness, each mistake bringing their bodies even closer together.

The song ends and something slower and mellower replaces it. Jean can feel his pulse pounding but it’s hard to be embarrassed about it when he can feel the beat of Marco’s own heart from where their chests are touching.

“I’m not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts. Some superhero, some fairytale bliss.

Just something I can turn to, somebody I can kiss.”

Marco smiles breathlessly, his lips barely inches from Jean’s, and suddenly it feels a little too close and intimate, so Jean takes a step back to pull the card out of his pocket. It’s more than a little crumpled around the edges from their romp around the shop, but Jean finds himself passing it over anyway. It just seems… fitting.

The card is brightly colored and framed with paper hearts, but on the front it simply reads “Thanks” in Jean’s best penmanship. Marco’s face falls a little as he looks at it, so Jean hurries to explain himself as he opens it. “I wanted to thank you for setting this all up, because it really turned out to be a lot of fun. And mostly because I got to meet you. And I hope you don’t mind if I ask, but I’d really like to keep hanging out, even though Valentine’s day is over….”

Marco cuts him off with a gentle hand on his own. “I’d really like that… But you know, Valentine’s day isn’t over quite yet…. And there’s no one I’d rather spend it with than you.”

Jean’s cheeks burn brightly as Marco retrieves a small plastic bag from where it’s lying forgotten on the counter: a cookie decorated with a heart and Jean spelled in pretty cursive.

They have a whole lot of cleanup left to do, but Jean really can’t bring himself to mind. Even if he had to stay there all night, picking up each and every crumb individually with his bare fingers, he’d willingly do it if Marco would keep looking at him the way he is now, like he’s been the highlight of the night.

But the night’s still young, of course. And if they want to watch In the Mood for Love and kiss on Jean’s couch, then they need to finish cleaning.

#Anonymous #attack on titan #jeanmarco #my writing #sorry if its a little rough. writer's block kicked my ass #the second song is 'something just like this' by the chainsmokers #also 'in the mood for love' is actually a sad movie but... it looks so good i wanna see it

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