It was no secret that Michael hated receiving gifts. The whole concept made his skin crawl. He absolutely loathed the vulnerability of it and the sickening feeling of owing someone something
If someone handed him a present, he would look at it like a personal insult but giving them was an entirely different story
For him, giving wasn’t about being sweet or sentimental, it was about claiming what was his
You were standing in front of the mirror, fixing your dress when he walked in
He stopped right behind you, his chest barely a breath away from your back, his presence instantly taking over the quiet room
“Move your hair” he ordered. His voice low and smooth, leaving absolutely no room for argument
Before you could even question him, his cold fingers brushed the nape of your neck, sweeping your hair out of the way with a touch entirely too gentle for the sharp look in his eyes
A sudden heavy weight settled against your collarbone. You looked down to see a delicate chain resting against your skin, the pendant catching the light perfectly
“Michael…what is this?" you breathed out, completely caught off guard
“A necklace. Obviously” he mocked, the corner of his lips tugging up into that infuriating smirk as his hands worked the tiny clasp at the back of your neck
“I know it’s a necklace, I’m just wondering why”
He just let out a short, dismissive scoff
The clasp clicked shut, but his hands didn’t pull away. Instead his fingertips lingered against your warm skin, lightly tracing the side of your neck
“I saw it and decided it would look better on you than in a display case. It’s that simple” he murmured, leaning down just enough so his breath fanned over your ear. “Stop overthinking it and don’t make that pathetic, grateful face at me”
Despite his harsh words, his soft gaze in the mirror told a completely different story as his eyes were tracking the way the jewelry looked on you with an unmistakable satisfaction
He liked seeing you wear something he picked out and he liked knowing he was the one who put it there
“I’m not making any face” you muttered, a warm flush already creeping up your cheeks
“Good” he finally stepped back, slowly letting his hands fall away, looking you up and down one last time with absolute approval
“Leave it on” he added, turning to walk away. It definitely wasn’t a request
Before he completely left the room, you caught his reflection in the mirror one last time
His smirk replaced by a soft, genuine smile that he made sure to hide from you
Seeing you actually like his gift was exactly what he wanted to see and wrapping you in something that belonged to him was the only kind of affection he knew to give freely
CONTAINS ✶ kinda enemies to lovers (but they're downbad for u) romcom / sfw / fluff jealousy profanity major warning: obsessed!lohen ⭑.ᐟ song nasty dog, sir mix-a-lot
𝐄𝐕𝐄 🪽 —— pic cr: v3raxyy <3 srry 4 any typos, wrote this while half-asleep... & this was lowk v long, so i might make a part 2 w/ diff characs c:
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childe
an advice for you, if you’re not into running, then don’t even bother entering a chasing game with ajax. because this will go on for months and months, and he lives for it. but being his unlabeled complicationship partner, you’ll definitely reap some benefits. (like him always depositing some random money into your bank account, buying you new jewelries every other week, and just spoiling you.)
“Don’t you miss me?” Ajax shoots you a playful pout, pretending to be sulky. You don’t glance at him, continuing to sip the tea you just ordered—that he paid for. But he’s not one to back down so easily, because he’s willing to annoy you so much more.
Though just his breathing down your neck irks you so much, you hope a meteor falls down on him.
Being in a love-hate relationship with Ajax would mean that just seeing his face is enough to make you irritated, but for him, seeing you annoyed is enough to make him happy.
CHILDE doesn’t feel like he’s your enemy. He says you two are each other’s arch nemesis, but you know he’s just acting. Ajax thinks by challenging you to a duel (that’s actually an invitation to a date), he’s able to make you fall for him.
“You’re weird,” you retort, rolling your eyes when you notice him grin.
He’s not weird, he convinces himself. If anything, the guy with a yaksha mask and dark green hair always following you is the weird one. Ajax is not weird; if anything, he’s the best (future) boyfriend you could ever have. He follows you everywhere for your own safety, he deposits money into your bank account every day, he beats up any guy trying to talk to you, and he’s willing to do anything for you.
Maybe it’s just one-sided. But in the first place, Childe started all of this. The fight always challenges you to a duel, and does everything to make you punch the shit out of him. Maybe he’s a masochist, you think.
“You’re cute,” he says, putting a hand on his cheeks. He looks at you like he’s waiting for you to fall for his cutesy act. Nope. You pretend you don’t notice him, but too late, he saw it, he saw that you looked at him, and that was enough.
Ajax breaks into a smile when he notices that you’re trying to stop your lips from turning up.
CHILDE is willing to take risks for you. You think he’s just an adrenaline junkie, and you’re right, but at the same time, when he wants something, he wants to get it! In this case, you’re the one he wants, and it doesn’t really matter whether you like him or hate him. As long as you have some feelings for him.
Also, Ajax’s biggest nightmare would be if you found another partner to spar with. When he sees you laugh with someone after a duel, you’re surprised to suddenly see fucking Foul Legacy out of nowhere, approaching you and your “partner.”
“You’re my rival and my sparring partner, right?”
Say yes, please. For everyone’s sake.
wanderer / scaramouche
almost everyone feels like his enemy. including you, who has the audacity to clap back sassily at him and his very sassy comments. you two always fight, it comes to a point where if you two don’t rebut one another, the world stops spinning. but, asides from his sharp words, and annoyed look—when you’re not looking, he looks at you like you’re precious to him. he’s never gonna admit that though…
WANDERER doesn’t actually know how to differentiate between love and hate. He knows familial love and platonic love, but he’s inexperienced with romantic love. Wanderer doesn’t know how to act properly, especially with you and your shitty ass attitude, which he kind of finds attractive.
He doesn’t know why, but that drives him insane. You drive him insane. Did you put a curse on him? (or does he just have a crush on you?) He approaches some of his friends about it, thinking that you’re doing something to make him “feel things.” Things like… when he looks at you, his chest aches, especially when you’re with someone else. Or when you smile, he wants to smile. He must be insane, right? Because why does he feel hot when you accidentally brush your hands with his?
WANDERER wants to confront you about it. But he accidentally spills a confession instead… he doesn’t realize it until you almost laugh at his face.
“You—you’re so annoying,” He groans, wanting to rip out his hair just by talking to you. “Just because you have an attractive face and you’re talented, doesn’t mean you can just—”
You blink. He freezes, brain processing what he accidentally said. Within a few seconds, you watch him go pale, then suddenly turn redder than Natlan’s flames.
“I hate you,” he barks before turning around to run away from you. You chuckle, knowing that he doesn’t hate you. Wanderer is the most obvious person when he has a crush. He genuinely doesn’t know how to act. No one around him can even give him proper advice… Nahida wants him to find out on his own, and Durin doesn’t even know about crushes yet. He’d also never go to Paimon or the Traveler unless he wanted to get teased to death.
Smirking, you finally found a way to annoy him further. Tease him until he explodes. With his slip-up, you realize that he definitely doesn’t see you as his “enemy”, but he’s disguising his crush on you with hate.
WANDERER is afraid of rejection. After months of bonding with you, the banters you two always have, he’s come to realize that he may like you. The thing he’s been avoiding the most is letting a stranger into his world and having the opportunity to shatter it because of his attachment.
WANDERER is definitely avoidant. After everything he’s been through, he’s slowly healing, and to experience this new feeling, he doesn’t know how to react to it. He reacts by pushing you away, then if you do it, he’ll get annoyed. Wanderer is the type to avoid you, but then get irritated when you don’t give him the attention he needs. In conclusion: he’s in dire need of your attention, even if he says he doesn’t.
“We’re rivals, aren’t we? We always fight and talk back to each other,” he grumbles, crossing his arms. You don’t respond, continuing to patch him up. “Enemies” don’t take care of each other, “enemies” don’t get worried about each other, and most importantly, “enemies” don’t have dangerous thoughts about each other.
“So?” You tilt your head. Finished with patching him up, you let out a huge sigh. “I still care about you.”
Wanderer freezes; he always does when you do or say something that makes his heart skip a beat. “What…? psh. Enemies don’t care about each other.”
“Yes, they do. I mean, we do. Don’t we?” You catch him off guard. His glowering face shifts to a dumbfounded expression.
“They do?”
You lay your hand on his. He expects to flinch at the contact, but instead, he feels warm. So warm, like he wants to interlock his hands with yours. Can he?
“I’ve always cared about you, even if I thought about pushing you off a cliff once,” you admit, better to be honest than to hide your feelings. “We’re not enemies, we just argue.”
He tilts his head this time. “You hate me, I thought…” This entire time, Wanderer has been confused about his relationship with you. Because he can’t bear to be vulnerable, he’d rather bite than be bitten. “I guess… I care about you, too. You’re reckless. Annoying. Always so clumsy, you should care about yourself more.”
Wanderer looks up at you, his face flushed. He adds, “But… you… should also let me take care of you too— I.. whatever. If we’re not enemies, then we’re friends, and we can be more than fr—I mean—ugh, stop looking at me like that.”
Nahida finds it kinda funny seeing Wanderer look like a mess in front of you. New blackmail…
lohen
are you sure? are you ready? even if you are, lohen isn't the best person to have a rivalry type of relationship with. but enemies to lovers? sign him up and get ready for a ride! because he'll give you the best enemies to lovers experience ever.
(warnings: lowk dark themes, obsessed/yandere!lohen, he’s js kinda crazy)
LOHEN is insane, you think. You also believe that. His bloodstained face, wide eyes, and entire body that reeked of blood towered over you.
“Me? Insane? Darling, I’m insane for you,” he whispers to your ear, shivers running down your spine. You're even unsure of what situation you're stuck in—all you knew was that he basically lured you here, one of the abandoned domains in Mondstadt that not a lot of people visit.
He wants to trap you. Wants to scare you, wants to savor the cute expression you display when a sudden noise echoes throughout the domain. Cute. You're like an innocent bunny, while he's a wild fox, ready to eat you up.
Lohen leans closer to you, forehead touching yours; it was an unnerving sight to you. But to him, seeing you this up close just fuels his love for you. Why are you so lovely? Even while there are some bloodstains splattered on your face.
LOHEN is one-sided. You hate him with your entire body and soul, but your hate for him makes him more obsessed with you. Is he like Childe, who's a masochist or what? One of the knights whispered to you about his sadistic tendencies, though…
The problem with Lohen is that he can't love in a gentle way. I mean, he could, if he really wanted to. But it’s more fun this way, he enjoys it a lot. Lohen loves intensely the way he fights just as intensely. You can see it in the way he moves, when he’s in battle, and when he makes contact with you.
You hope a tear doesn’t slip from your eyes, given how scared you were. because Lohen was looking at you like a yummy meat, and that you’re in a domain with lots of monsters. Meanwhile, Lohen is trying to stop himself from licking the tear running down your cheeks.
“You’re so cute like this. Tied up… and scared.” He caresses your cheeks, though his touch was gentle, his hands were calloused enough to make you flinch.
LOHEN doesn’t think of you as his enemy. But he knows how much you hate him and love him at the same time. It’s funny how you curse him out, then get worried when he gets slashed by one of the hilichurls. If anything… he sees you as someone he desires so much, yet he can’t fully get.
“Worried?” The corners of his mouth turned up. He watches you, out of breath, checking his wounds. One of his favorite things about you is when you look so angry at him. It’s because he knows how much he affects you—and it makes him happy that you care for him just like he cares for you.
You glare at him. “That was a dangerous thing to do, Vice Captain.” Not the title.. He shrugs his shoulders, that’s his job.
“I like it when you’re like this. Hm.. should I get hurt more often to get your attention?”
LOHEN is easily jealous. he’s not insecure, but because he thinks no one else deserves your attention as much as he does. Well, you’re his the moment he lays his eyes on you. So what else can you do?
Everyone in Mondstadt knows that you belong to Lohen, that you’re stuck with him, and he considers you his most precious companion. Not even the Traveler can talk to you when Lohen is staring at them, a little too crazily.
“You’re all mine,” he says, hands wrapping around your waist. “And no one else’s, okay? Or else I’ll just stab them.”
arlecchino
unless you did something to get on her nerves, she’ll never label you as her enemy. though… your relationship is more like: forbidden love, enemies in public, likes each other in private. but the problem is that she’s not even discreet about it—she’ll be your group’s biggest opp, but she’ll give you special treatment and would never attack you. every fatui also knows how special you are to her.
Another one. Arlecchino sent one of her minions to follow her—last time, it was just a new fatui member, and you didn’t like that at all. You yelled at her through her messenger, “stop spying on me!!!”
So this time, she sent you… one of her children. You roll your eyes, already aware of Freminet hiding behind a tree to watch over you. It was so obvious, his bright blonde hair gave it away.
You groan, “Tell your Father that if she wants to spy on me, do it herself.”
That was… a mistake. Now, you feel her presence following you everywhere you go. From Nod-krai to Fontaine, you can feel her eyes watching your every move.
You decided to confront her. “I swear, you could just talk to me like a normal person.” She takes a sip from her cup, nodding her head.
“If you say so, darling.”
ARLECCHINO won’t leave you alone at all. Even if you think of the Fatui Harbingers are your worst nightmares, she likes it when you make it obvious that you dislike her. You probably don’t, you just act like it—she likes non-obsessive ones, y’know?
ARLECCHINO always makes sure that you’re getting treated well. Oh, you hate Fatuis and just slimed one of them? Doesn’t matter, she doesn’t care. You can take out your anger on any of her members. She sends fatui agents to your house, knowing you’d yell at them, even if they were just ordered to deliver some gifts for you. Actually.. it would be fun if you yelled at her.
She raises a brow. “You didn’t like the gift? Shall I buy another one?”
You huff, crossing your arms—she’s weird. You can’t decipher what The Knave truly wants, she acts so distant and cold, but she’s so calm too. “Why do you keep on sending me gifts? I don’t need it.”
“You do need it. And, I also like buying you gifts.”
ARLECCHINO always invites you to the House of Hearth or to Sandrone’s tea parties, because she enjoys your presence. She finds you interesting, which makes her life feel more lively. At this point, you’re the “Mother”, acting like a parent to her children.
“Are you making me their step-mom???” You look over to the twins and Freminet playing with some machines that the Marionette built.
She doesn’t deny it. Her mouth curved into a smile for a split second. “They like you. I can’t do anything about it.”
The siblings are the best wingmen ever. They’d always make sure to push you to Arlecchino more, and they’re kinda obvious about it.
ARLECCHINO straightforwardly confesses her intentions on a random day. “I do harbor feelings for you. There’s nothing wrong with that,” she said while you were mad at her for being so confusing. You malfunction, her words catching you off guard. Always arguing with her, and she only remained calm, it was quite obvious that she had a soft spot for you.
𝐄𝐕𝐄 🪽 —— just wanted to write more so yeah.. not rlly proofread ^^ ALSO XIAO MENTION... nefer, xiao, diluc, kaveh, alhaitham for pt2) mayvbe...
Summary: In which someone makes a bet that they wouldn't catch you if you ran towards them at full speed while their hands are full. So, you decided to test it out.
Characters: Illuga, Lohen, Xiao, Kinich
Illuga
Absolutely, 100%
Would drop everything in his hands just to catch you even if he was holding something precious or fragile. The only time he wouldn't catch you would be if he was holding something sharp or dangerous, anything that could potentially harm you if he accidentally dropped you.
“!? W-Wait! I'm still holding onto Sir Flins’ supplies!! If you fall—”
Despite his increasingly panicked attempts at persuasion, his body moved quicker than his mind. In less than a second, his hands had already dropped everything onto the floor and his feet were planted firmly into the ground, arms spread widely to catch you just in the nick of time
Uses his entire body to cushion the impact and slow you down, making sure that even if the two of you were to fall, he would be the one hitting the ground first. Luckily, his feet were planted firmly enough into the ground that none of you ended up tumbling onto the ground, with yourself landing safely into his arms.
After double (maybe triple) checking that you weren't hurt, he proceeds to chew your ear off for the next hour or so, reprimanding you for your reckless and irresponsible actions. That was far too dangerous! What if he slipped before he could catch you!?
“Don't ever do something so reckless again. If you do, don't expect me to catch you again (｀ヘ´)”
He absolutely would. But he would also prefer if you were to greet him normally next time instead of giving him a heart attack
… At least the feeling of carrying you in his arms more than makes up for it
(More below the cut)
Lohen
“Oh?”
He watched as you hurled yourself towards his direction, intrigue and a hint of puzzlement sketched onto his face
Depending on the time of day, there's a 50% chance Lohen would open his arms and catch you so that the two of you would fall together, as well as another 50% chance that he'll wait right up until the moment you're almost in front of him, step aside and then catch you just as you were about to fall face first into the ground. What can he say? An eye for an eye, a surprise for a surprise.
Honestly, he finds your trust in him rather endearing. Even though you know that he has a million tricks up his sleeves, you still chose to run towards him at full speed with your arms wide open, not caring if he was in the mood to catch you or not. It made his heart sing with pride, knowing that you had such blind trust in him.
Fortunately for you, he decided to play nice today and catch you immediately. The moment he tosses everything away and your body hits his, one of his hands curls around the back of your head while his other arm slyly snakes around your waist, keeping you pressed as closely to him as possible even when his back hits the gravel below.
“Too bad. Such tricks just aren’t enough to catch me off guard, darling.”
He doesn't try to fight back the wolfish grin surfacing on his face, nor say a word back when you start complaining. Only when you start trying to lift yourself off of him does he make his move. In the blink of an eye, he rolls over and pins you down into the same patch of gravel he was once lying on top, trailing his hand slowly from the back of your head down the back of your neck, all the way to your collarbones.
“Next time, don't announce yourself before you start running— not like that would stop me from sensing your presence beforehand anyways~”
Xiao
“Absolutely, 100%” the sequel
Wouldn't even think before dropping everything to catch up to you. He would even take a few steps forward to lessen the amount of time it would take for you to reach him before patiently waiting for your arrival with his arms wide open, counting down the seconds until you found your way home
Just like the first time he caught you back at the Jade Chamber, his arms are firmly wrapped around yours. Only this time, instead of them being over your shoulders, they are pressed closely yet warmly against your back, gently pushing you to fall deeper into his arms until your head hits his chest
“Did you need me?”
He asks in a calm, steady voice, thinking that any matter that required you to run to his side with such urgency without calling his name was one of utmost importance. If you had called, he would've undoubtedly reached your side in a moment's notice, perhaps even before his name had fully even left your lips. Too quickly? Nonsense. In his eyes, that was the least he should do.
When you told him that you simply wanted to see if he would drop everything just to catch you, he would blink in surprise before letting out a scoff so soft that it couldn't be called anything but fondness.
“If you think our bond was that weak, you needn't test me. I wouldn’t have appeared before you if you didn't mean anything to me.”
After a flicker of hesitation passed his face, he lowered his face and awkwardly nuzzled his forehead against yours, suppressing the urge to look away in order to whisper against your lips.
“... Since you're here now, can you stay a little longer? There’s a plate of almond tofu here that I would like you to try… Who made it?... I… cannot say.”
Kinich
“Ajaw”
“???”
“Catch”
“！？！？ KINICH YOU @%£@%@£@%£@@%@%£@££@%@%%@£@”
Tosses everything to Ajaw and forces him to catch it all before opening his arms as wide as possible, readily bracing for your impact
Honestly, if he had more time to prepare, he would’ve preferred putting everything aside to make better preparations on how to catch you. However, since the things he was holding onto were needn't to complete a commission, he had no choice but to rely his closest companion (which unfortunately had to be Ajaw) and improvise on the spot
Luckily, all that time he spent carrying you around his house before had taught him all he needed to know. Before you had even reached him, he took a few steps forward and waited for you to skid to a stop. Once you did, he ceremoniously placed one arm behind your knee, one arm behind your back and BAM— a princess carry.
“... Should I ask?”
He raises a questioning brow, waiting for you to speak. Once you finish your explanation, he simply sighs before pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head, looking down at you with a mix of exasperation and affection.
“The price for scaring me doesn't come cheap. I hope you're ready to pay for that stunt you just pulled tonight.”
After a year of announcing your relationship with Kenma to your fans and his as well, you've gotten used to their comments. Of course, most of the condescending and weird comments came from Kenma's fans, you've learned how to handle them.
Some of them being your own fans who love messing with you and Kenma for the fun of it.
“How's the break up?” The robotic voice came through your pc. You didn't even act shocked or showed a sign of being fazed.
“OH right! Yes, you were the first person to know about it. Yes guys, me and Kenma have broken up. I don't know things just weren't working out anymore” You shrugged with a playful smile. You watched as chat played along with it.
“How unfortunate”
“Sooo ur single now👀”
“Kenma fumbled”
You shifted the attention back to the game, it was a simple sand box game that didn't require much skill, so you instantly got immersed in the game from the simple little tasks and details of the game.
Unfortunately Kenma was also live streaming, he had just logged in while many people went into his chat asking him how he was handling the so-called “break up”.
While he skimmed through the chat, he paused for a second. His eyebrows raise a bit as tries to form a coherent idea on what's going on.
“We broke up?” He asked.
He pulls up your twitch profile, the clip was already up, he clicked on it. Letting it play, his face relaxes after hearing your tone. Finally realizing it was just you messing around with chat.
He smiles at himself before pulling up to your actual stream.
“Guess I'll have to win her over to come back to me” he spoke into the mic, the excited glint in his eyes visible to everyone watching.
His mouse carefully hovered over the 10 gifted subs, a smirk curled up on his face. Waiting a few seconds before confirming the purchase.
“Thank you for the gifted subs kod– wait Kenma?!” You said full of surprise.
“Why are you suddenly giving subs” you asked. Your eyes wander to chat who are all saying something along the lines of “he's trying to win you back”
It clicked and you quickly looked into the camera looking offended.
“Ten subs is all I'm worth to you?” You asked, watching as the chat quickly flooded with a mix of “LMFAO”, “send her more you idiot!”, and “I can't with these two”.
He smiled at your response and bought 100 gifted subs.
“Kenma!! Keep your money I was joking” you said looking at the amount of people who had received subscriptions.
“My money would end up with you either way” he sent in chat and you immediately deadpanned.
You leaned back on your chair and sighed. He chuckled seeing you.
“Should I buy more?” He asked his chat, who immediately said yes as they enjoyed seeing him spend his money like this.
He bought another 100 subs watching as your mouth drops in surprise.
“Okay I'll take you back so stop sending gifted subs”
He sent 50 more before sending a chat as well. “Final one for now <3”
You rolled your eyes playfully, a small smile on your face as you looked back on your game.
Kenma smiled watching you. He took his headset off and walked out of his room and headed into yours.
You were so concentrated to notice him entering your room. The soft click of your mouse and keyboard filled the room.
He quietly made his way towards you. He was now in frame and the first people to notice were obviously your viewers.
The speed in which their chats were sent increased drastically.
:momma a girl behind you
:ohh!?
:a wild kenma was spotted
:turn around lmao
You were about to read your chat after seeing how fast they kept coming in. Before you were turned on your chair.
“Hey” he said, placing a kiss on your forehead. You smiled as your hand made their way to cup his face.
“So did you come back here just to win me back even though we didn't break up?” You asked as your fingers softly caressed the sides of his face. He nodded, a smile reaching his eyes.
“I need to prove to them you aren't single, that you're happy with me” he said as his almond shaped eyes looked down on your lips.
“Yeah yeah, you should go back to your stream before I get hate comments that I'm taking you away again.” You said pushing his face away, a playful glint in your eyes.
“If they annoy you let me know I'll stop streaming all together.”
“I'm sure they can hear us, the mic is right behind me” you said trying to turn back to double check.
“Let them, then they'll know what will happen if they ever act parasocial of me or you,” he said, finally placing a kiss on your lips, he turned your chair to face your monitor again.
“Where are you-” you turned your chair just to see him already closing your door shut.
:he really just left after doing all that
:cant lie that was cute asf
:and he’ll scold his fans rn lmao
“Lets ignore what happened and continue with the game, okay?” you smiled awkwardly at the webcamera.
“Wow so you hate me” was sent by you loving boyfriend in chat who just happened to still have your stream pulled up. You sighed and wished your shy Kenma from highschool would come back because who is this and why is he so confident in front of thousands of people.
a/n: I will spoil you guys by uploading here first, I'm more active on TikTok so I feel bad when I post first on TikTok than on here. If you couldn't tell it was inspired by a clip of Jodi and John, anyways writers block hit like crazy and the original idea flew out the window. I still hope this was good for most of you and thank you so much for reading I will be back with more soon!!
please help me improve my English assignment short essay thank you🙏🙏
basically my teacher told my class to write an ending of a mystery case using exactly or less than 200 words that can explain the case logically, surprise readers and leave them satisfied with an underlying message that the crime doesnt pay. The school would select 50 of those essays and they would get some kind of reward for it idk what it is tho. I have not wrote stories in so long and idk what im doing with this(english isnt even my first language)
Title: The culprit is you!
ending paragraph:
“The culprit is.. you!” I say pointing at the student intern, her face drains of color, knees going limp as she falls to the ground, a shocked expression pasted on her face. “Why would I even do that, it would’t even benefit me in any way” She tries to reason, but it falls on deaf ears “You wanted to steal the jewel not for yourself, but to get revenge on the museum curator,” I explain, “for bring the cause of your sisters suicide, or should I say, murder.” Gasps break out in the vault, everyone stunned at the fact. “After you found out that he had killed your sister, you blackmailed him with that information, filling his emails everyday with threats of exposing him, but of-course he just laughed it off, and when you tried to turn to the police they thought you were joking.” I finish turning to gaze at the once petrified student, face now turned into an unreadable experiment. “Fine it was me but you’ll never find out how I did it.” “Oh but I do, you obviously couldn't have done it alone that would be insane, so you needed a partner maybe even partners, one person had to be near the electrical generator to shut the power down, while the other stole the gem and handed it to you so that it could look like an in & out situation, and who had access to those areas other than the museum curator? The security guard and the art restorer, your parents.”
help me its alr past 200 words idk how to shorten it someone save me
please help me improve my English assignment short essay thank you🙏🙏
basically my teacher told my class to write an ending of a mystery case using exactly or less than 200 words that can explain the case logically, surprise readers and leave them satisfied with an underlying message that the crime doesnt pay. The school would select 50 of those essays and they would get some kind of reward for it idk what it is tho. I have not wrote stories in so long and idk what im doing with this(english isnt even my first language)
Title: The culprit is you!
ending paragraph:
“The culprit is.. you!” I say pointing at the student intern, her face drains of color, knees going limp as she falls to the ground, a shocked expression pasted on her face. “Why would I even do that, it would’t even benefit me in any way” She tries to reason, but it falls on deaf ears “You wanted to steal the jewel not for yourself, but to get revenge on the museum curator,” I explain, “for bring the cause of your sisters suicide, or should I say, murder.” Gasps break out in the vault, everyone stunned at the fact. “After you found out that he had killed your sister, you blackmailed him with that information, filling his emails everyday with threats of exposing him, but of-course he just laughed it off, and when you tried to turn to the police they thought you were joking.” I finish turning to gaze at the once petrified student, face now turned into an unreadable experiment. “Fine it was me but you’ll never find out how I did it.” “Oh but I do, you obviously couldn't have done it alone that would be insane, so you needed a partner maybe even partners, one person had to be near the electrical generator to shut the power down, while the other stole the gem and handed it to you so that it could look like an in & out situation, and who had access to those areas other than the museum curator? The security guard and the art restorer, your parents.”
help me its alr past 200 words idk how to shorten it someone save me
please help me improve my English assignment short essay thank you🙏🙏
basically my teacher told my class to write an ending of a mystery case using exactly or less than 200 words that can explain the case logically, surprise readers and leave them satisfied with an underlying message that the crime doesnt pay. The school would select 50 of those essays and they would get some kind of reward for it idk what it is tho. I have not wrote stories in so long and idk what im doing with this(english isnt even my first language)
Title: The culprit is you!
ending paragraph:
“The culprit is.. you!” I say pointing at the student intern, her face drains of color, knees going limp as she falls to the ground, a shocked expression pasted on her face. “Why would I even do that, it would’t even benefit me in any way” She tries to reason, but it falls on deaf ears “You wanted to steal the jewel not for yourself, but to get revenge on the museum curator,” I explain, “for bring the cause of your sisters suicide, or should I say, murder.” Gasps break out in the vault, everyone stunned at the fact. “After you found out that he had killed your sister, you blackmailed him with that information, filling his emails everyday with threats of exposing him, but of-course he just laughed it off, and when you tried to turn to the police they thought you were joking.” I finish turning to gaze at the once petrified student, face now turned into an unreadable experiment. “Fine it was me but you’ll never find out how I did it.” “Oh but I do, you obviously couldn't have done it alone that would be insane, so you needed a partner maybe even partners, one person had to be near the electrical generator to shut the power down, while the other stole the gem and handed it to you so that it could look like an in & out situation, and who had access to those areas other than the museum curator? The security guard and the art restorer, your parents.”
help me its alr past 200 words idk how to shorten it someone save me
omg i just had this cute idea ehehe,,,,,, imagine cuddling with Kinich where ur lying on top of him, and then u lift his shirt and he's like "..huh?" and then u just lie back down with ur face or cheek pressed against his bare stomach,, i just think that would be so cute 🤭🤭
──────Who knew Minamoto Teru was such a headache in the morning.
You wake up slowly, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room.
Taking in the cozy surroundings before your gaze lands on him──Teru, sprawled beside you in bed.
His usually immaculate hair is a total disaster, sticking up in all directions, and his expression surprisingly soft, in a way you rarely get to see.
Shifting onto your side, you prop yourself up on an elbow to get a better look.
A smile tugs at your lips as your fingers brush his cheek. His skin, usually cool feels warm and inviting.
Hesitantly, you trace the perfect curve of his brow, gliding down his temple. A small huff escaping him, deep and comforting.
He stirs slightly, eyes fluttering open, and a slow smile spreads across his lips.
Closing the distance between you, his hand settled on your waist.
"Morning," he murmurs groggily, and you can't help but chuckle at how adorable he is.
"Good morning,"
He smiles-sleepy, lopsided, unfairly charming that you almost forgot what you wanted to say.
Almost.
"So," you start casually, "did you know you talked in your sleep?"
His eyes snap open fully. "No I don't."
"Oh, you do." You stretch your arms over your head, savoring the dramatic panic beginning to bloom across his face. "Last night was... amusing."
A bubble of laughter escapes you as you remember, your voice echoing in the quiet room.
"You really think talking in your sleep is normal?"
Teru groans, burying his face in the pillow. "I do not talk in my sleep. That's absurd."
"Oh, really?" You tilt your head, a sly smile tugging at your lips. "Because I could swear you were-"
"Don't finish that sentence," he interrupts half-exasperated, peeking at you with one eye open.
You couldn't help it──you burst out into a fit of giggles once again. "Fine, fine. But it was hilarious."
Teru sits up slightly, acting all offended, though the corners of his mouth betray him. "You're enjoying this way too much."
"Maybe I do,"
Just as the moment hangs delicately, the tension thickens.
Your eyes lock with his, and the playful energy melts into something more intimate.
"You're staring too much," Teru murmurs, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "You know if you keep that up, I might actually kiss you first."
You tilt your head, your voice low and teasing.
"Who's stopping you?"
But before your lips can meet, the bedroom door swings open with a loud creak──Tiara's tiny face peeking mischievously.
"TERU-NII! (Y/N)-NEE-CHAN!" Her voice, small but devastatingly loud, filling the room. "Kou-nii says get up!"
Teru's eyes snapped shut with an audible, frustrated groan.
He dramatically rolled away from you, flopping face-first into a pillow and dragging it over his head.
You couldn't help but laugh, giving Teru a playful pat on his back. "Come on, pancake time!"
You slip out of bed and head downstairs, leaving him to recover from the interrupted moment.
──────
The kitchen was already buzzing.
The air was thick with the scent of maple syrup and butter, cut through by Kou's slightly frustrated voice.
"You have to flip them when the edges bubble, Teru-nii! You almost burned the first batch!"
"I was distracted, Kou," Teru muttered, shooting you a look and winked.
You take your seat as he joins you, watching him assemble his pancakes with suspicious precision.
Teru always saved the best piece for last.
Today, it was a perfectly round, crispy-edged piece of pancake, glistening with butter and syrup.
He paused, a brief moment of self-satisfaction before he reached for his final, perfect bite.
You act quickly, fueled by pure impulse and chaos. Your fork darted out, staking your claim on the pristine pancake.
Meeting Teru's gaze as you took the bite, savoring the sweet, buttery perfection.
Teru froze, his own fork hanging motionless in the air. A look of genuine, betrayal washed over his face.
"You did not just──" He gasped.
"I just did," you countered.
Before he could retaliate by stealing your bacon, Kou sighed loudly. "Teru-nii, (Y/N)-nee-chan, can't you two just eat? We're going to be late."
You froze mid-bite, bacon halfway to your mouth, while Teru's hand hovered over your plate like a predator calculating the perfect strike.
Teru shot you one last look of vengeance before simply taking a long sip of his juice instead.
──────
The chaos of breakfast becomes the even greater chaos of getting ready.
Giving way to the much higher stakes of the rush-hour commute.
Shoes flew across the hallway as you and Teru scrambled to get ready, hair sticking up at odd angles and socks mismatched from the chaos.
Teru's uniform was half on, one arm stuck while you yanked your bag over your shoulder and nearly tripped over the doormat.
"Move, move, move!" Kou's voice echoed behind you, utterly unimpressed by your clumsiness.
Tiara squealed in excitement, racing ahead like a tiny whirlwind of energy.
Teru cursed softly, tugging his tie into something resembling order while glancing at you.
You try to steady your hair with one hand, shove your phone into your bag with the other.
In perfect chaotic synchronization, the two of you bolted out the door, shoes finally on the right feet (mostly), hearts pounding from adrenaline and panic.
"See you later, Princess!"
"We'll be back, Tiara-chan!"
"Be good, Princess!"
Every step was a blur, every second a battle against the merciless clock.
The train wasn't going to wait──
You both made it to the platform just as the train pulled in.
It was packed.
Teru instinctively led you toward the doors, and the moment you stepped inside, you were enveloped by the pressing crowd.
You were immediately shoved deeper into the carriage, and Teru was forced directly in front of you.
He managed to angle himself, shielding you from the crushing press of other passengers.
He braces an arm beside your head, the other hand slipping subtly around your waist to keep you steady.
"You okay?," he whispered.
You inhaled sharply and nodded, catching the crisp scent of his uniform.
Meeting his eyes, usually so light and carefree, were fixed on yours with a serious, almost strained focus.
The tension only broke when the train hissed to a stop at your station.
Teru loosens his hold just enough to guide you through the exiting crowd, his hand lingering on your lower back.
Stepping onto the platform, the cool morning air brushes your face.
You take a deep breath, the warmth of his presence still lingering
He glances down at you, a faint smile touching his lips.
"See you at school, (Y/N)-san,"
"Looking forward to it," you reply, brushing your hand lightly against his.
He doesn't pull away.
He lets his fingers linger for just a moment longer.
And for a moment, the world feels perfectly still.
As he steps away, your hand still tingles from where his brushed against yours, and glances back at you one last time.
Mornings like this.
Are worth every little bit of chaos...
Because they end with him.
──────UH-OH
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What a crazy morning!
I made a bit of an adjustment on how i write oneshots, can you guess it?
