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bokutosmochi · 8 months

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kinktober day one: size kink!

BAGGY PANTS ♡ GETO SUGURU

fem!reader x metalhead!geto suguru

ingredients: geto suguru's baggy pants are more than just a fashion statement

what's it: smut

allergen warning/s: size kink, hair pulling, pleasure sub!reader, oral [m!receiving]

sugar level: 1.5k

regulars: @ventdavi154 @deobiforever @sugusshi @angelshub

parlor's note: you don't have to be a metalhead to be able to self insert, but it is mentioned a couple of times that you two attend metal concerts together. i love this fic, it's really just self indulgence and i hope you guys enjoy it too!

bon appetit!

you've been friends with him since you were a student in high school, being inseparable and attached at the hip. whenever there's a metal band that's going on a world tour and is going to tokyo, he always comes knocking at your dorm's door. quite a number of nights and midnights of your teenage years were spent with him in the moshpit, and patching each other up because someone got too rowdy in said pit.

unfortunately, once you two graduated, due to a shortage of teachers in jujutsu tech tokyo's sister school located in kyoto, you had to transfer, making you and suguru drift apart for some time. of course, you always kept in touch with the man, a month wouldn't pass without either of you shooting the other a message, you'd always greet each other happy birthdays, send each other memes, and on rare occasions, you'd attend concerts together like you used to, but suffice to say, your relationship now is lackluster compared to your relationship then.

a few months ago though, you received an email from principal yaga about coming back to tokyo and being the third year's teacher. he informed you that he has already asked principal gakuganji about the matter and there was another sorcerer who could handle your students in kyoto, making the decision a no brainer.

the offer made your heart skip a beat in all right ways and in just a few more messages, you were unofficially a teacher at tokyo metropolitan jujutsu technical high school and the rest is history.

ever since reconnecting with geto, you've gotten closer and eventually started dating your best friend since high school. there were a few changes about him, but none that you minded. he was taller, broader, hair a few inches longer, and now, he wears it in a half-up hairstyle unlike back then when it was always in a bun. he's more mature now too, wiser, smarter, better at strategizing. finally, back when you were students, a hundred percent of the time, he'd opt to still hear his school uniform when going on outings, except for those concert nights where he'd wear this uniform pants and then the band's merch tee. nowadays, when you'd go on dates, he wears baggy pants, yet the chosen top is still the same -- at this point, you're sure that ninety percent of suguru's closet is just black band shirts, while the remaining one percent is composed of his uniforms.

it fit his whole aesthetic; his chosen outfits. it's all very him, and at first, you thought that was the only reason why he wore the things that he wore.

when did you change your mind? right now, as he stood before you with his pants down for the first time.

it started with him recommending you a song, the summoning by sleep token and at first, you reacted to it the way you do with any good metal music, headbanging and wondering how the band composed such wonderful sounds, but it was five minutes into the song where the mood in the room changed.

suguru's featherlight touches accompanied the sensual instrumentals and the yearning in the vocalists words and voice translated itself into the way you ran your fingers through your boyfriend's hair.

oh, and my love

did i mistake you for a sign from god?

or are you really here to cut me off?

or maybe just to turn me on

'cause these days

i would be lying if i told you that

i didn't wish that i could be your man

or maybe make a good girl bad

i've got a river running right into you

i've got a blood trail, red in the blue

something you say or something you do

the taste of the divine

you've got my body, flesh and bone

the sky above, the earth below

nothing to say and no where to go

a taste of the divine

one thing led to another, and one by one, you were both stripped of your clothing until you were nude, having nothing but the other's body heat to keep each other warm.

geto found his ego skyrocketing at the sight before him, and you found yourself salivating at the sight before you.

suguru's cock was hard, the tip - flushed red from the blood rushing downward - moist with specks of precum. it seemed to be so heavy, the muscle curved down, presumably from the weight. bulging veins decorated the shaft and it was all so pretty, as weird as it sounds to describe your boyfriend's dick with the word. perhaps using big would be more appropriate. after all, the fact that you were intimidated by the size shows in your eyes, looking like a deer in headlights.

"it's okay, baby," geto cooed, breaking you out of your how-am-i-gonna-fit-that-in-my-mouth induced trance. one of his big hands were on the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek in comfort. "you can take it inch by inch, kay? you'll be good for me, won't you?"

under his spell, you couldn't do anything but nod. the only thought bouncing around in your head was the want, no, the need to please the adonis of a man in front of you, and as a thank you, he graces you with a soft smile before pulling your pouty lower lip down with the pad of his thumb. your eyes wander over to his other hand, jerking his cock off and pressing the head to your kiss swollen lips.

"fuuuck, there you go, pretty." he moans out as you suck it into your mouth. his precum hits your taste buds and the salt and tang of it almost makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

encouraged by his hand petting your hair, you fit more of him in your mouth.

you try to make it easier for yourself by relaxing your jaw as he pushes his hips forward slowly, but the ache slowly creeps in. the sides of your mouth starts stinging as he stretches it out and centimeters after, tears are pooling in your eyes. you don't make a sound, though, or make any indication that you wanted to stop.

you wanted to take all of suguru in your mouth, you just wished it wasn't so damn hard.

"hey, hey, baby, don't cry." suguru looked down to sneak a peek at your beautiful flustered face, only to be heartbroken when he met your teary eyed face. he was quick to wipe the falling tears as he feels his heartbeat quicken. still, he can't help but chuckle. "it's not even half way in yet." his hand unexpectedly clutched at your hair when you gasped at his statement. it took everything in him to not immediately thrust his hips into your warm mouth after that.

a shiver went up your spine when he gave you a warning glance and you hoped you were able to communicate your nonverbal apology with your eyes as effectively as he could.

"look," he started to pull away. "w-we can do just the tip first, 'til you get used to it."

he stopped thrusting then, even though it took all of his power to do so. he wanted you to set your own pace, take as much as him as you could, until like said, you get used to it, and he knows you'll get used to it, after all, you're his good girl, always eager to please. if he's being selfish, he'd say it was one of his favorite things about you.

he absolutely adores that determined sparkle in your eyes as you bob your head up and down his shaft. spit's starting to leak from the corners of your mouth and drip down your chin to your tits, but you don't pay it any mind. you have a singleminded ferocity that aims to pleasure suguru, and nothing is going to stop you, not the way the back of your throat aches from being poked roughly each and every time you go back down, not the way your cheeks and your mouth starts aching, and not the way the corners of your lips feel like they're being torn apart. after all, if they do end up getting cut, you know suguru would drive you to the hospital with a fake reason.

no one but you had to know the real reason why geto suguru wears baggy pants.

i get: reblog

you get: a metal band shirt

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totothewolff · 1 month

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Grand Prix Elite Academy (3/10)

+18 | professor!Toto x reader fem!student, sewis, carlos x reader, collegue au | romance, smut, comedy, gossip, betray

Summary: Your life turns 180 degrees after receiving your acceptance letter for the Grand Prix Elite Academy, the most exclusive and prestigious Formula One College, designed to shape the future drivers of the motorsport world. You will try to navigate your new life among the Monaco elites, survive the campus dynamics and rivalries between the faculties, and try to win this year's Elite Cup to beat an undefeated Mercedes, all while befriending your eclectic classmates, join the wild parties, have a couple of make-outs under the racing circuit benches, lose your v-card and get over that stupid crush you have on professor Toto. Will you make it alive to graduation? Race to Greatness! Author's note: This is a Formula One college AU fic set in an elite academy in Monaco, where the F1 Teams are Faculties, their Team Principals are professors, the FIA is the college board, and all the grid drivers are your classmates. You are accepted under a scholarship program called WomenOne and have lots to catch on to after years of putting your racing dreams on hold. Becoming the outcast new girl is always challenging, especially when all of you live on one campus.

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When you finally make it back to your dorm room after a physically exhausting day, fuck that new workout class sure is intense!

To your dismay, you find the place in total chaos: expensive-looking designer clothes everywhere and a group of stylish people occupying all the space. Shoes, makeup kits, bags, and more are on all available surfaces.

Who are these people, and what are they doing here? You have NO IDEA.

But, gosh! You only wanted quietness to rest and decompress, not this circus you are surprised with when you open the dorm's entrance door.

Soon, you find out it's Naya's glam squad. They are polishing the details for her upcoming Teen Vogue photoshoot.

The two of you couldn't be more opposite.

One of their team members confused you with a delivery person as you walked in since they ordered takeout, which is rude!

Then Naya introduces you to them, but no one seems to pay you more attention than necessary as you close the door and cross the common ground to your room; not even a nice meeting you! gets exchanged.

Fucking rude, they are the intruders here!

About an hour later, you sense Naya sliding the large glass door to the balcony where you are, the one facing the sea.

You are sitting on one of the patio armchairs, enjoying the nightly fresh ocean breeze, finishing your "Further Math" essay, and enjoying a snack to help you not fall asleep. It indeed was a long day!

—You shouldn't be eating that crap! —Naya scolds you and gives a judging look at your bag of Cheetos as she pulls it out of your hands and into the bin, leaving you with just one in your hand. —If you want to make it into one of the good faculties, you need to stop eating this shit and start getting in shape!

Ouch, that last one hurt.

—Anyways, sorry about the chaos —Naya gives you the world's slightest smile. Human emotions aren't her thing, apparently.

—I get it. You are a superstar, so no worries.

—and I'm sorry about your mom; I lost mine too, in a different way, divorced parents; I never see her —Naya continues.

You get taken out by that comment, and by your clueless expression, she adds: —Torger told me about it —Naya explains. —Also, the part where you called him entitled rich man —a silence break comes along. —Girl!

—He was acting pretty rude!

—Maybe you took it to heart. Of course, it's a delicate subject, but Torger understands. He lost his father in the same way. He is just a very straightforward person!

—It doesn't give him the right. Please don't justify him.

—Maybe you are still too thin-skinned. Would you prefer it if Torger had told you mid-fly that the plane would crash or warned you beforehand? He did what he considered best for you.

—To act like an asshole?

—To be open honest with you. Frankly, it's a rare value around here.

—So I should be thankful to him, then? —you look at Naya and are now annoyed at her, too.

This is none of her business.

—No, I'm just saying you should think more before opening your mouth next time. It's just friendly advice; not all principals are as patient as him; under a scholarship, you don't want a report or get in trouble —Naya finishes the conversation with that before fondly patting your shoulder and informing you she is going to bed.

The breakfast buffet at the cafeteria is the most impressive one you have ever seen. There's just so much food!

Since it's about 6 am, Charles is sleeping, sitting next to you, head on the table, wearing a red dri-fit hoodie, not being hungry at all.

After around fifteen minutes of sharing breakfast with your new friends at the long table, you are impressed to see how much Lewis eats.

—How many more avocados are you going to eat? —you ask him with wide eyes.

Lewis mumbles something, mouth full of food that you interpret as "three more."

—Even his metabolism is fast! —Carlos jokes, finishing his bowl of berries.

As you all catch up about each other's weeks, you tell them about the Toto incident.

—I mean, it is private, isn't it?! Why Naya has to know about it?! It was a private conversation! —you mumble as you violently smash your scrambled eggs around and ask Leandra to pass you the bread before leaving it on the table again. —Why am I eating carbs?! Jesus!

They all look at you with funny expressions. Carlos tries so hard not to laugh. —You look so cute when in a crisis! —he lets you know, smiling fondly at you. Those sweet, damn big Bambi eyes make your mornings better.

—Nothing is private between those two. —Seb lets you know, looking nonchalant as if this is a common thing that happened, and as he bites the slice of avocado Lewis' is offering with his fork to his mouth.

Something clicked in Lewis's head at the sound of Toto's name. Purposely, he ignored the entire conversation and, for sure, the fact that Naya is now part of your life, not precisely by choice.

—Shit, Y/N! Right! What's your student PIN? I'll text you the invite —Lewis asks you suddenly and a bit out loud. Seconds later, after you two exchange information, a new DM pops up in your GPEA app.

It's a link to an IP address website; you enter it, and a fancy and cool as fuck video shoot, professionally shot and styled of Lewis as half a demon and half an angel, shows up along with a digital invite.

Of Saints and Sinners

Which one are you?

A Lewis Hamilton Birthday Party

Saturday 7th, 1:00 am, Buddha-Bar Monte-Carlo

Follow etiquette attached

Admission reserved

RSVP

You download the unique access QR code generated to be admitted to the party. It is attached with an agreement on the dress code for the party and all the logistics info in case you arrive there by yacht, helicopter, or car.

This is a lot! Ordinary people just text you the address and hour of their parties. God, now you are in desperate need of Leandra to hook you up with a nice outfit.

Lewis tells you, in case you need clarification on the website: —My birthday party is next week, and you are invited.

—All his parties are iconic —Leandra adds while refilling her green juice.

—And super exclusive —Lewis takes pride in it. —But I know many people, so don't expect a small gathering!

—People kill for that access QR code he just sent you —Sebastian states.

—Then thank you so much for inviting me! —you say wholeheartedly, and Lewis sweetly smiles back at you.

—Jesus, a lot of me is on display! —you let out as you look at your reflection in the large mirror in Leandra's dorm room while you stare at you behind.

Never in your life have you worn such a short skirt and such high heels. Leandra is thinner than you, so her two-piece white Miu Miu mini-skirt glittery see-through dress is even shorter on you, barely covering your ass, and because you are wearing the tiny matching panties, a lot of skin going on for you.

But she looks so delighted by how you are pulling the outfit.

—What?! You look so good; all boy's eyes will be on you —she reassures you as she continues applying bronzer on your cheeks and doing the final touches.

—Yes, because all of me is out and about!

Your hair looks so voluptuous and shiny, and you are so in love with it! You had no idea it could look like that! The two of you are finishing getting ready for Lewis' party, and "Angel" obviously suits you better.

—Oh, come on! Don't be such a prudest! —by looking at your hesitant and bit insecure look, Lea adds. —But I can give you one of Charles' Rick Owens white pants if you feel more comfortable wearing them on top instead of the skirt; you can slay that look, too.

—Hilarious —you say sarcastically.

—No, seriously, sometimes I wear Charles' pants. He is really petite!

—Oh, good to know in case I have a no-pants crisis!

You both laugh aloud.

—That's it, my masterpiece is complete —she informs you as she slowly steps away and looks you over.

You turn to take a complete look at your outfit, hair, and makeup. You look like a doll in the most flattering and sexy way!

—WOW

—Yeah, wow.

—I feel like I should pay you! I owe you one, bestie.

Leandra waves her refined hand at you, dismissing your comment.

Lea looks like the hottest demon you will not sell but gift your soul to. She is rocking a Vivian Westwood skin-tight, latex, corset mini dress that fits her silhouette perfectly, accentuating her curves, irs bright red with Victorian details, making her boobs look bigger and better than ever, along with iconic platform heels and genuine pearls necklaces; her hair is sleekly style up.

—Let's mother off that party! —she lets out loud and clear as she picks up her purse and starts checking its contents. —CHARLES! WE ARE READY! CHARLIEEE! —no answer came —I hate it when he puts the headphones on; I'm sure he is playing the electric drums again! I will get him!

You two exit her room to their common grounds when you notice you left your power bank at your dorm and want to scream at the clouds.

—FUCK!! Lea, I'm going to my room to pick up my junk!

—WHAT? —she screams at you from afar. —WAIT!

As she returns to your side now with Charles, he looks you up from all angles, nodding his head non-stop. —I approve! —he gives you a thumbs up.

You laugh and blush at this interaction. —I forgot my fucking power bank and didn't charge my phone like the idiot I am; we need to go quickly to my room.

—Sure, that's no problem. We still have time, but move it, people! —Leandra starts pushing you two out and turning off the lights on your way out.

—Let me guess!! Leandra came up with the "Like a Virgin" concept for your outfit. It suits you —Naya tells you from the couch, where she reads a novel in a comfy-looking outfit as you exit your bedroom with a charger and power bank in hand.

Your eyes widen at her words. Shit, she hit a sensible spot. How does she keep doing that?!

She senses you tensing. —Wait! Are you?! Are you still a? Are you a virgin?!

You go red as fuck. Naya looks astounded.

—Oh, I was messing around, I didn't know. I didn't mean it! You look good, Y/N. Well, then, you really need that angel to go down to hell. Have fun!

The desperate need you feel now to ask her, "Hey, you aren't going?" starts to overpower you. Now that she knows an intimate detail about you, you want to know one about hers. But for sure, she already noticed you became close to Lewis; she is not dumb enough to fall for it and spell out what happened.

—I will, thanks. See you!

The limousine Lewis sent to pick up all his GPEA friends stops before you three. You are the last ones to get on it.

The looks everyone gives you as you get in are priceless. Max eyebrows go almost to the roof of the car. —You almost made my nose bleed —he jokes, but he is a bit pinkish on the cheeks. —You look gorgeous.

—You look like a fairy who works as a hooker —Pippa tells you fondly. It's pretty accurate.

To Yuki's amusement, Lando dramatically drops himself on the car floor to pretend to kiss your feet.

Charles throws himself over Max to annoy him and starts messing Max's hair around, acting all stupid before the first round of shots. Dances, alcohol, and Inna's old hits songs turn up the mood of the road trip to Monte Carlo.

When you arrive at the venue, the waiting line of cars for the dropoff point is long, but it goes faster than expected, thanks to the partying inside the limousine.

You already feel a bit tipsy when you all hit the red carpet and start throwing poses and doing group photos.

Then you get the welcoming mezcal shots as one of the hot hostesses greets you.

The place is exotic and chic. The red walls match the décor, which features subtle mixtures of gilded moldings and ancient sculptures. The crowd is on fire as the welcoming DJ's set plays.

You make your way through the many hot-looking angels and devils, hand in hand with Lea, following her around, looking for Lewis to wish him a happy birthday before things spin out of control as the night goes on.

You find him sitting on a lounge sofa near a giant Budha statue with a beautiful blond girl in his lap, instantly making your blood boil, thinking about sweet Sebastian, and you feel you are about to protest when you give a second look and really pay attention.

As soon as she sees you, the girl gets on her feet and welcomes you with a warm hug.

—I'm glad you could make it with such short notice! —Seb greets you.

—Wow, you genuinely are a beautiful angel! No worries! You didn't think I was going to miss this? —you stare at him in awe. His entirely covered-in-crystals embroidered dress is stunning, and the high heels make him look even more like a Victoria's Secret angel. His makeup is on point!

—You look so good that you almost made me feel straight —Seb jokes with you, but he means it.

—Which is a lot to say! —Lewis jokes, reaching you two and wrapping Seb in his arms, placing a hand on his ass. —You look fine —he gestures to you with his hand to spin for him. —Like FINE!

—Happy Birthday! —Leandra and you interrupt him with a hug attack, giving him lots of kisses and throwing around him the golden confetti you brought especially to do this.

—Thank you, my girls! I will meet you later at your table. We still have some things to do, right baby? —Lewis lets you know while placing small and slow kisses on Seb's lips.

You aren't sure if it's sad or honest that the last party you had with these guys was the best party of your life. So naturally, you feel really excited about how the night will unfold.

—Damn, you two look good —Carlos lets out aloud, biting his lip while peeking.

Carlos is bare-chested and wearing a red harness around his shoulders. His skin is glowing, his hair is messy and wet, and his tight satin red pants suit him nicely.

You can't avoid the tingle you feel at how crazy hot he looks.

—Close your mouth —Leandra jokes with you. —Thank you, Carlos. It's the new squats routine that hottie has made me do; speaking of him, have you seen the trainer around? I'm not losing my off-campus shot with him; I have had my eye on him since day one.

—Yes, he is on that table near the exit —he points Lea where. —He came as the porniest angel you could picture.

—Mmm, delicious, those tiny shorts make him justice —Leandra follows the trainer with his gaze before letting you know she will meet you later.

—We are about to light up some in case you want to join us —Carlos offers you, but you politely decline. —I will meet you at our table then —he kisses your cheek very close to your mouth. You don't protest, and you look him walk his way to Charles and Max.

To your good fortune, as soon as you reach your table, you want to throw yourself out the window. Spread there on the curved sofa, to your delight, is Toto wearing a see-through wine red shirt, leaving non to the imagination, with tailored matching red pants and pointy porny shoes.

Good-ass, expensive men's shoes make you weak in the knees.

That devil turns you into a worshiper.

Toto has his eyes set to the side, looking over the party, looking bored by being alone at the table; it seems you two are the first to arrive.

When you start to feel the need to run away, he then turns his head around, probably sensing your eyes on him, and looks straight at you.

You aren't sure if the welcoming mezcal shots are playing tricks on your mind or if he totally scanned your every corner with his eyes.

You feel your cheeks going red as you shyly try to sit in the opposite extreme, trying not to reveal far more of yourself than you should. You try to sit as far away from Toto as possible, which is not that far since it is a small arched sofa.

—Hi —his deep voice greets you as the waiter in charge of your table approaches you two.

—Can I offer you guys something to drink?

Toto, with a devilish smile on his face, grins at the sexy waitress. —We will have whatever she has been drinking before getting here —he then turns to you.

—Ahem —you look at him blankly, a bit taken out.

—You have a reddish tint on your cheeks, but it's different from when you blush, so it must be the alcohol. I like the other better —Toto says.

That makes sense, but at the same time, it doesn't at all, so he pays you attention, huh? —I have been drinking the delicious mezcal you have been offering around —you answer looking directly at the waitress.

—Mezcal, it is, then —Toto addresses her, and she goes to get the bottle. —Feeling more at home now, Y/N?

—Yeah, it's been unbelievable.

—That's good, you little angel with wings and all.

You turn a bit to give him a better look at the golden sparkling mesh wings Pippa gave you. —It was a last-minute touch; my friend Pippa thought the wings suited me better than hers. She said they are more in-

—More innocent looking, yeah, you have that aura on you.

The waiter then returns, placing the bottle of mezcal on the metallic golden coffee table in front of you, along with a plate with tablespoons of salt and a line of small glasses filled with different juices. You have no idea what all that is for.

Toto then slowly slides on the couch to move next to you and explain, closing the distance between you and offering you what looks like concentrated orange juice.

—These are to spice the flavor of the mezcal. You sip them after drinking the mezcal to create a blend on your palate. Try it.

And you do. You start taking the mezcal and the juice a bit too much, and quickly, Toto stops you, placing his hand on your glass, preventing you from going all in.

—It's just a bit! For to be able to taste it! —He chuckles at the funny "Oh! Fuck!" expression you are doing. —Okay, I will do the same one. I will show you how.

Then, you two move on to the following five, having lots of fun.

To Toto's amusement, the last one tasted way too lemony, and acid made you shrug your nose and make faces. He starts laughing at your expense and showing that he is tipsy, too.

You now are walking on drunk territory.

—Stop it —you say, messing around and hitting Toto's bicep with your hand before your senses return and remember Naya's advice. Oh shit!— I'm sorry —you immediately change your tone and get serious, which he instantly picks up.

He comes closer to whisper in your ear. —We are off campus, don't worry —making all the tiny hairs in your neck stand up.

Then, you two move to the salts.

He places a tiny bit on the back of your hand. —Lick it —he instructs you, and you obey, feeling his eyes burning with every move of your tongue; you can't avoid it and dare to gaze straight at him as you slowly lick the spices.

It feels too intimate.

Then, completely surprising you, he licks the remaining salts out of your hand, his wet tongue making contact with your soft skin so that you don't waste them, and he is able to taste them, too.

And now it is your turn to do so, as he offers you the remaining salts in his hand. You feel Toto's warm skin under your tongue, and you can sense a bit of his knuckles and veins as you slowly slide, letting all the flavors into your system.

Suddenly, the lights dim, pinching your bubble and signaling the start of the much-anticipated live performance.

The guests quickly hush, moving their attention to the stage, where Lewis emerges from laser lights and a cloud of white smoke.

Wearing a dazzling white suit embroidered with rhinestones that seem to glow in the spotlight while wearing a smirk on his face, his brown eyes scan the crowd before grabbing the mic and screaming: —Let's dance this fucker off! —Lewis starts to jump energetically around while Gesaffelstein starts playing his set, making everyone go wild.

—Is that who I think it is? —Mick points out.

—What the fuck is Nico doing here? No way Lewis invited him —Lance answers.

—No way he sneaked in —Mick snaps back.

—You are right, but I can't believe it.

—What? That he had the nerve to show up dressed like an angel? —Mick jokes while rolling his eyes to the blonde.

Carlos comes to your table to steal you to the dance floor. Dancing the mezcal away makes you go back to your senses. As a new track unfolds, and you two move around, you look back at your table and notice Toto enjoying your moves from afar since lots of you is on display with every cadence.

When the group finally gathers, Leandra proudly lets you know she got fucked the hardest she has ever been fuck; the trainer was as good as she expected him to be. For sure, the entire bathroom, if not the whole club, heard her moan.

Then everyone starts to pass around a glass with an almost neon blue liquor, to which everyone sips a bit; you go for it, too.

After that you aren't sure how the rest of the night proceeded.

Still, you know you had a blast, as flashes of you dancing with Mick on top of the sofa, trying Seb's long hair blonde wig in the girl's bathroom while doing poses and snapping pictures with him in the mirror, Carlos telling you you make the hottest blonde, losing a heel somewhere, taking a shot that was placed between Pipa's tits, breaking a fight between two girls over Lando and more happenings come back to you.

At some point in the night, all goes blurry and kaleidoscopic; until you feel a warm embrace, a strong pair of arms picking up your body and feeling it pressured against a firm body as a warm touch in your ass holds your skirt in place, carrying you into the limousine where Charles and Leandra are as unconscious as you.

And Toto's dark eyes, that's the last thing you remember.

The following day, you all feel like trash.

You and Leandra are on Charles' bed, the three of you gathered there with the AC on to the lowest setting and the blackout curtains closed, like vampires rejoicing in the cold, wet dark.

Several empty bottles of electrolytes are lying on the floor in your attempts to hydrate again to feel better.

After sleeping, only God knows how many hours, you hear your stomach roar violently. —We should order takeout —you say in the roughest voice ever.

—Tai? —Lea proposes.

—Like noodles, or what?

As soon as you say that, Charles gets on his feet at the speed of light and storms off to the bathroom, barely making it. You two overhear him puking the life out of him.

Poor baby.

After spending Sunday on total repair, Monday feels like a brutal awakening, back to the routine and classes.

But something feels different this time; as you cross the gardens and navigate the hallways, you sense a lot of gazes set on you on your way to the main hall, making you feel paranoid.

"Okay, you need to calm down, girl."

But when you notice the whispering, you know something is not okay, and you find out what it is as soon as you reach your locker.

A sign welcomes you: "Is the sad rag looking for a sugar daddy? That's not such angelic behavior for this virgin." The sign is printed along with a crop-out photo of you licking Toto's hand. The picture is zoomed in, so there are no faces for the moment, just hands and tiny bits of your costume from that night.

You start to hyperventilate and panic and jump at the contact on your shoulder. You sense Sebastian next to you, reaching closer to comfort you.

—Everything is going to be okay. Easy. Breathe —Seb softly tells you.

When you two turn around to leave for class, you notice the couple of blondes standing by the end of the hallway, looking at you.

—It's always them, isn't it? —you let out between tears and rage.

—Yes —it's all Sebastian lets out, throwing daggers at them.

Great! Now, the entire academy knows you are a sad virgin who longs for an older man. Awesome. To be continued... < Previous chapter | Masterlist | Next chapter >

Thank you for your patience and for sticking around! I hope you enjoyed the chapter. By the way, I edited a lot of the previous chapters! If you feel like reading them again, I strongly suggest it. A couple of things changed, but nothing too major, tho. Sorry! This story needed a bit of an edit.

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taeraeszn · 5 months

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could you do like matthew with an academic achiever reader ... he's very golden retriever to someone's black cat. like i can see a university au athlete x student council vibez (personally am academic achiever student council pres so like i could use a guy like Matthew)

an unexpected bond - seok matthew

characters: matthew x gn!reader

description: matthew was the opposite of you, but somehow you two found a spark in one another. one that made your heart beat.

word count: 2.1K (omg i didn't even realize that as i was writing this LMAOO)

warnings: maybe be some typos, i was writing this in a rush to complete it. but i don't see anything else as i re-read it but pls lmk if there is!!

a/n: OMG TWO WHOLE MONTHS WITHOUT POSTING i feel like i betrayed everyone, i'm so so sorry!! life just hasn't been great recently and the break was well needed. as i posted two weeks ago, i'll be slowly releasing things as i have a reaction post after this (hint hint it's a bit more suggestive lmao). but it made me realize how much i missed posting and writing <3

also sorry if i missed the whole point of your request i feel like i went a totally other different direction :( but i hope you all enjoy it!

you were always the perfect model student in middle and high school, everyone was able to predict that you’d be first place for exam marks as well as you always being in principal honours. you were able to carry your skills into university where you try to keep a gpa that’s 4.0. nothing was able to get into your way…until you met seok matthew.

matthew was a very likeable athlete in your university, everyone gushed over his sweet looks and kind personality, there was nothing to hate about him. he kept a good image away from his basketball skills. many girls loved the fact that he was single and took every chance they got to ask him out or compliment him.

you were setting up for the upcoming events happening in your university. there were going to be some high schoolers coming to visit the campus as well as some special performances happening in the gymnasium. you were put in charge of handling those which were already enough on your plate aside from your own course. you didn’t think that anything would occur between that time.

as you were setting up the gymnasium decorations, a basketball slowly rolled towards you, stopping just at your feet. before you could pick it up, you heard someone faintly yelling until the voice got closer.

“that’s mine! sorry i should’ve been more careful.” someone said, as you looked up, you saw a handsome guy with sweat dripping everywhere as if he just ran a marathon. he had muscles which you could tell from his biceps. his hair was a blonde shade and his smile was quite contagious, causing you to smile slightly as well.

“it’s fine. i was just setting up the decorations here.” you looked down at your list, crossing off the things that were already dealt with and completed with your pen. matthew also took a look at it but you quickly pulled it up to your chest, concealing it.

“was i not supposed to see that?” he chuckled, pointing at your clipboard. you slowly nodded, unsure of what to say.

“uh..yeah.” he picked up the ball that was still on the ground. once again giving you that irresistible smile.

“well… i’ll see you around then!” he dribbled the ball back to the court and shot it in perfectly, causing cheers to erupt from the small crowd watching him. mostly girls.

you thought that would be the end of seeing matthew but after that one meeting, it would be endless encounters of you running into each other. it was as if it was happening on purpose, like the world was telling you to converse with him a bit more.

so you did. it happened to be a day like any other where you were studying in the library with headphones on. every other seat beside you was vacant and you had that small space to yourself, something you absolutely loved. peace.

as you were checking at your notes then back at your laptop, you noticed a familiar figure coming towards you.

“hey…” matthew said, joining you with a textbook and laptop in hand. you weren’t expecting matthew to come at all, you kinda forgot that he was also studying and learning here as well.

“mind if i join?” you slowly nodded giving him the green light and he sat across from you. he opened his laptop and took a look at your notes.

“psychology huh?” he said. somehow he figured out your course by just observing your notes, you were astonished.

“how did you know?” matthew grinned then shrugged, “my friend taerae takes that course too.” he was friends with taerae? you sometimes noticed him in the back of lectures but never had a proper conversation with him other than the times where you had a project together.

“that’s cool.” it was obvious that you weren’t strong with holding a conversation, especially with new people. matthew seemed happy though, giving you a positive smile to almost everything you said and did.

you wanted to ask him what he was taking but your shyness took over, though he knew right away that you were curious.

“i’m doing health sciences by the way, it’s pretty interesting but challenging at times.” it was nice having someone who could carry on a conversation. as you two began getting to slowly know each other, you came to realize that matthew was just an amazing guy, he seemed very passionate about pursuing both sports and his studies, he told you about his journey from when he first started playing basketball to now and how it’s helped him. as well, you shared a bit of insight about yourself such as why you decided to pursue your field of study and what inspired you to do so.

best part was that matthew wouldn’t interrupt you once as you spoke and let you be as open as you chose to. it was like you were able to tell him everything that you were scared to tell others. not to mention how handsome he looked when he was focused on something.

afterwards, it fell silent between the two of you as you began studying. matthew was also immersed in his notes, but he would occasionally gaze at you to see what you were doing. he felt his cheeks heat up while seeing your concentrated face.

as the hours passed, more students began leaving campus and the library became more still as now only you and matthew were present there. you didn’t even realize it but you actually fell asleep after studying. matthew was on his phone texting someone and noticed that you lost your battle to sleep.

“they must be cold…” he mumbled to himself as he noticed that you had no jacket on. he decided to take his own off and cover your body with his in order to keep you warm. your head was resting on your textbook with your hands on the table.

he let you rest and didn’t wake you up, only waiting till you decided to yourself.

half an hour had passed when you finally awoke. “what time is it?” you yawned. he showed you his phone lockscreen that had him and eight other people posing together in a selfie. the time read ‘18:00’ , that was enough to jolt you completely awake. the latest you ever stayed was only four or five o’clock.

“oh god i slept didn’t i?” matthew could only smile at your cute reaction.

“hey but at least you got a power nap!” he got up to place his items inside his backpack then swung it over his shoulder. “i’ll see you around!” he waved goodbye and was about to walk out of the library. but suddenly you felt the urge to do something, you didn’t want to go home alone especially when it was already getting dark outside.

“wait!” you yelled, quickly rushing up to matthew. he watched as you catched up to him, “is it ok if i can go with you?”

matthew chuckled but nodded, “of course! grab your stuff and we’ll head out.” he said. with that confirmation, you grabbed your things and walked out of your university’s building towards the train station.

the whole ride he sat close to you and it helped you feel less lonely with his company. your houses weren’t too far apart from each other so you took the same route as him to get home.

but ever since that day in the library, you began falling for matthew. you would occasionally go to the gymnasium and sit on the bleachers just to watch matthew play and get cheered on by his friends. he was mesmerizing in a way that you couldn’t keep your eye off of him.

when one of his games was over, he approached you and asked for your number. it was a lot having a bunch of eyes on you as he asked for it but you gave him it and he ran away happily to change. getting his number allowed you to hear from him more often, he would text you about what he was doing and had casual conversations with you if it wasn’t about studies.

as your friendship grew even closer, he asked to visit your house so you two could study together in each other’s company and you were up for it. this was the first time that he’d be coming to your house since you didn’t live on campus.

while in your room, he took a look around and noticed the poster’s of many celebrities and idols. you showed him all of your favourite groups which allowed him to get to know you better since you barely opened up about your interests outside of studies.

but most of the afternoon consisted of you two both sitting on your bed with your laptops open and studying the material. though studying was boring, having matthew there made it more endurable. when it became silent, he would speak up and converse with you about almost anything. it was like his brain was full of ideas that were endless.

“hey matt…” you said, looking up from your textbook. he immediately turned towards you, “hm?”

“do you enjoy being with me? it’s kinda boring just studying.” you were worried that he wasn't enjoying this and probably wanted to do something else.

“of course i do! if you don’t want to study we can do something else right now.” he shut his laptop.

“like what?” he grabbed his jacket and got up from the bed causing you to do the same.

“a walk, heading to a store, going to the park nearby, there’s tons of stuff to do!” you smiled then shutting your textbook and doing the same as him.

“then let’s go somewhere!”

what followed next after two weeks passed was that exam season finally ended! you were thrilled to be able to go home and relax without worrying much about studying. but that didn’t stop matthew from asking to come over.

you made sure the house looked extremely cleaned with no mess left behind as you began waiting for him to arrive. when the doorbell rang, you rushed to open it to reveal matthew holding a bouquet of flowers while smiling.

needless to say, you were shocked, “matt?” he waved and came inside then taking his shoes off and heading to your couch.

“hey!” he looked around, then handed you the flowers. they were beautiful red roses that looked expensive. you couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that he literally bought some just for you.

“matt…are these for me?” you gave them one more look but even still your eyes couldn’t not focus on them.

“yeah, uh, i actually bought them for a reason since i wanted to tell you something really important.” that sentence caused you to look up at him with a puzzled expression.

“what is it?” he came closer towards you and took the bouquet out of your hands and onto the couch in order to gently grab your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours.

“i like you.” did you hear that correctly?! it took you a good minute to process before you spoke up.

“really? you're joking right?” you asked to make sure. matthew giggled then shook his head, rubbing his thumb on your hand.

“no! why would i? i’ve felt this way towards you for a while but never had the courage to tell you exactly how i feel. i bought you those roses today to show you.”

“they’re beautiful…” you were still in awe.

matthew then gently touched your shoulders, “so give me a chance. i know that we’ve only known each other for a while but i promise i’ll do anything and everything to make you happy.” he said with no hesitation.

the space became silent as you tried to come up with what to say, since this was new for you to be confessed to. however, after being with matthew for the past month and getting to know him, he’s become someone who’s made an impact on you. he helped you become more open and even knows how to make your heart beat whenever you see him. it would be a lie to say that you didn’t want to go further with him.

you took a deep breath as his gaze was still fixated on you, “of course i’ll give you a chance. a million times yes.”

without warning, matthew pulled you into his soft embrace, his arms wrapping around you to keep you in tact.

“god i was so worried to say that. do you know how many times i was practicing this before i came here?” he exclaimed, now feeling relieved that you didn’t reject him.

“well now you have me.” you giggled.

“great cause now i don’t plan on losing you, ever.” his voice muffled into your chest.

“thank you matthew, you make me so happy.”

“of course my love.”

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v3nusxsky · 8 months

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So I’m like severely sick rn, with a cough, fever, allergies and all the types of bodily pain you can think of.

Would you be so kind as to write a cute little Larissa x reader sick fic? Full creatives rights to you, write what comes to you and what you like. Thank you, darling:)<3

-comet ☄️

Sweet thing

*authors note~ I’m so sorry you’re sick lovely, I know this is a bit late but I hope this is okay? Taking an kinktober break to post this! Next instalment of kink is coming to a screen near you soon ;) Can always pop me a message and tell me anything you wanna change or add! It was written on a train so it sort of inspired this :)*

Trigger warnings~ little r cg Larissa anxiety brought on by trains illness fever sickness headaches just generally feeling crap ?? Probably more tbh😂

Prompt~see ask^^^

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You knew you felt like shit today, it hit you as soon as you were awake, coughs wracking through your body as if it was nothing more than a meet bowling pin. The headache you went to bed with was never quite leaving you. In fact it seemed to have rested and come back with a vengeance, and of course it was the one day you couldn’t deal with this. You are meant to catch a train a little before two thirty to travel to Jericho and see your girlfriend for the month. Having time off from your school due to some building work gave you the perfect opportunity to discuss your idea of moving to Nevermore to teach with the blonde principal. You were more on edge as you knew the last “Normie” teacher the school had almost tried to kill your lover, but not being with her all the time kills you. Yet this sickness seemed to have other ideas for you.

Deciding you had some time you attempted to sleep off the worst of this sickness before dosing your self up on pain medicine and dragging yourself to the train station. Only this time when you awoke, your whole body ached, your eyes leaking moisture, nose running like a tap and this ungodly cold sensation all over your body. Instinctively, you wanted to borrow under the blankets and sleep for eternity but you simply didn't have the time for that. So instead, you hauled yourself out of bed, shoving on the comfiest pair of clothes you could find before readying your tired body to leave your room.

Rushing to the train station was all blur, but some how you made it and you couldn't be more grateful that you managed to secure a seat before the train got to busy. By the first stop, the train had began to pack up and in the sick haze you swore your heart was beating so fast it could be considered a rocket with the speed it was trying to take off with. your right leg began to bounce as you felt eyes on you from every direction of the train carriage. Paranoia seeped into your bones as you felt as if you'd been dunked into flames judging by the now uncomfortable heat spreading over your skin. The earbuds you strategically place in your ears to dull the noise now seemed to be failing as your head felt ready to explode. As soon as you heard your stop being announced you could've cried with joy as you escaped the train, promising yourself that you would never put yourself through that anxiety educing activity again. Especially not alone.

The taxis for Jericho are far and few between, in fact there is not any. so you enlisted the help of Nevermore's very own troublesome raven haired student and her werewolf girlfriend. It turned out to be brilliant timing as some of the Nevermore students happened to be in Jericho shopping for the raven, so you were able to sneak onto the shuttle using your abilities to help you blend in with the other students. Thankfully Coach Vald wasn't too observant otherwise he would've surly notice the sick teenager sat between Wednesday and Eind, who clearly wasn't there before.

Arriving at Nevermore took your breath away every time, yet this time it could be argued that it was the cough that was trying to force itself free from your chest that did it. With a quick thank you to the girls and reassurance that Wednesday, Enid's and things skills your luggage would make its way to the Principles office you slipped off to find your lover. As you walked the halls of Nevermore your body was slowly giving up, the pain overwhelming you, the fever causing you to shift into a much younger version of yourself. The need to find the Principal was now at an all new high, luckily she found your things before she found you. You'd have to thank Enid for spilling what was meant to be a surprise when you felt better.

"Hello love bug" you heard from down the hall. Your momma. once you turned to face her she could see just what Enid had described. you were really sick and yet somehow made your way to Nevermore to surprise the blonde. You must have told her a later train time in hopes to surprise her. Rather adorable, but she would have to remind you that you need too look after your health when you felt better. "Momma, no feel goods" you whimpered before your little body gave out and made friends with the floor.

Scooping you up of the floor and cradling your small frame to her chest, she could feel the heat radiating from you, yet shivers racked your frame as if it was winter weather. She immediately took you back to her private chambers where she could care for you more discreetly. Being placed on her bed, you immediately wriggled over to burrow your face in her pillow before snuggling into her blankets. With a small chuckle, the blonde gently rouses you to give medicine and cool your temperature down. "No Momma, no more" you whined trying to wriggle away as much as your weak body would allow you to. "I know little love, but we have to get you feeling better don't we?" to which you nodded and reached out for the older woman to hold you. Only when you were wrapped in her arms did you feel better, "magical nuggles momma" you yawned causing a huge smile for the Principal of Nevermore, the amount of love you brought her was magical. "Only for you my love, can you tell momma how you got here when you are feeling so icky darling?"

You sleepily recounted how you made your way to Nevermore and the reason why you were so determined to get to her. Even when you were this sick, Larissa was all you could think about and need. "Wanna live momma ever an ever" you mumbled before the medicine knocked you out, snuggled onto the principals chest, your home and safe space. Larissa held you while you slept wondering how she could reprimand for needing her? she just couldn't but if you lived and worked in Nevermore then she could most definitely keep an eye on you.

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ladykailitha · 11 months

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All My Roads Lead Back to You Part 14

Hello, hello! Thank you to everyone who participated in WIP Wednesday yesterday! It was a blast. I got so much work done.

This mainly Steve centric. Did I write almost an entire chapter with Steve going to bat for Edie to beat out some childhood trauma of my dad never doing that despite doing it for my older siblings? Yes. Does it further plot? Not really. But it was cathartic anyway.

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Steve didn’t like talking to principals or teachers as a whole. They got harder to charm as time passed. He could charm hardened business men out of their hard earned cash, but for some reason teachers failed to be charmed him.

So instead of charming them, he decided that he would do it the Nancy Wheeler method and bowl them over with facts.

Principal Kim and Mr Pearson were waiting for him when he arrived. They both rose up to greet him and he shook both of their hands.

“Thanks for agreeing to meet with me,” he said seriously. “I understand that tracing a picture for the art show and for her assignment is a very severe offense. And I of course want to address those allegations as to not tarnish her reputation and make it harder for her to get into colleges and universities.”

Mr Pearson sneered. “You’d just buy her way into any school she wanted anyway.”

Steve locked eyes with Principal Kim and even she looked shocked.

“Excuse, Mr Pearson,” she began, “do I mean to understand that you feel that Edith Harrington bought her way into your art class?”

Mr Pearson’s jaw dropped, realizing he had said the quiet part out loud. “I didn’t mean to apply that she was without talent or merit. But the picture in question is too good for someone her level.”

Steve twisted his bottom jaw as he ran his tongue over his teeth slowly. “How do you feel about the pinprick method?”

Principal Kim frowned. “The what?”

Mr Pearson squirmed in his seat. “It’s method used by many artists when copying works to ensure the height and width of the subject are in the correct proportions.”

Principal Kim turned to Steve. “And you assert your daughter used this method on her most recent assignment?”

Steve nodded. “Yes, and I can prove it.” He turned to Mr Pearson. “You brought the picture with you like I asked, yes?”

Mr Pearson snarled and grabbed his messenger bag. He ripped it open and got out Edie’s picture she had done of Irises by Van Gogh. It was a beautiful piece that showed bright blue irises on the side of a road.

“Can you honestly tell me that she did that without tracing it first?” he asked gruffly. He threw on the principal’s desk.

“It’s very pretty,” she said.

“Did you see her trace it?” Steve asked, turning to the teacher.

“Excuse me?” Mr Pearson asked, straightening up in his chair. “Of course not! She wouldn’t dare trace it in class.”

“What did she do in class?” Steve asked, crossing legs and wiggling his shoulders as he got comfortable. “She had to do something, right?”

Mr Pearson scowled. “I have a class of twenty four students, I can’t be watching each one every second of every day,” he scoffed waving his hands.

Principal Kim nodded sympathetically. “That’s just the way it is, I’m afraid, Mr Harrington.”

Steve smiled. “Oh I don’t doubt it, herding teenagers is difficult in small groups, I can’t imagine tripling the amount of teenagers I used to chaperon around when I got out of high school. I completely understand.”

Mr Pearson eyed him warily. “And where are you going with this?”

“She had to check off certain stages of her work with you, did she not?” Steve said, bouncing his leg on his knee.

Mr Pearson frowned. “Of course she did.”

“And at any stage did her work so signs of it being traced?” Steve asked, a charming smile on his face.

“No.”

Principal Kim sighed. “Be that as that may, Mr Harrington, we’re going to need proof.”

“Why is burden of proof on Edie’s side?” Steve asked, giving her his big puppy-eyed, ‘I don’t understand’ face. “Shouldn’t it be on her accuser’s?”

Silence fell and Steve knew he had won. They couldn’t prove she traced. There was no evidence of something that didn’t happen.

Now it was time for the final blow. God he loved this part. He got out a large color art book of Vincent Van Gogh’s works. He flipped it over to the page that had the image of the painting Edie had used. He then pulled out a pocket knife and set on top of the page.

“One last thing,” Steve said. “Is the pinprick method allowed in the art show?”

Mr Pearson nodded.

He grinned and turned back to the principal. “This is the book Edie used to base her work on. If you’ll use the knife to cut out the page and hold it up to the light you will pinpricks and not trace marks.”

“That could be any book bought at any time!” Mr Pearson protested.

Steve nodded and got a couple more things out of his bag and handed them to the Principal Kim. “I have the original pictures on my phone, but they are too small to see the details.” He pulled out his phone and handed it to her.

She looked at the pictures showing the book that had a scuff on the cover and that the book in front of her had a large scuff right where Edie had dropped getting out the car the day he bought it for her.

There was no doubt it was the same book. She handed the pictures to Mr Pearson who was forced to concede that it must be the same book. She picked up the knife and then looked at Steve.

“And your daughter is okay with us defacing the book like this?” she asked, eyeing Steve skeptically.

Steve nodded. “She said to use whatever means necessary to clear her name. So go for it.”

Principal Kim sighed and deftly cut out the page. She handed the knife back to Steve and then lifted the page. Sure enough there were seven or eight pinpricks but not a single trace outline. If she had traced it there would be heavy indentations around each flower and there weren’t.

“Now,” Steve said leaning forward, “put Edie’s picture over the top to see if the prick holes match.”

Principal Kim did just that and sighed when they lined up perfectly. There was no doubt that Edie hadn’t cheated.

“Edith’s picture will be submitted to the art show and the mark expunged from her record. Mr Pearson will apologize to your daughter in front of the class.”

“What?” Mr Pearson cried, leaping to his feet. “I will do no such thing!”

“You will and I will be watching when you do,” Principal Kim said sternly, “or I will suspend you without pay until a full investigation is done to see if you have done this to other students.”

Mr Pearson’s jaw dropped and he sat back down quietly, hands on his lap.

Steve stood. “You may keep everything but my phone, if you need to convince the judges of the art show of the validity of her work.”

She nodded. They shook hands and then Steve gathered his things and walked out. Before he could even close the door, he could hear the principal tearing into Mr Pearson.

Steve was grinning and not paying attention to where he was going when he nearly bumped into someone.

“Oh, sorry!” he said, holding up his hands in surrender.

“Steve?” Eddie asked. “What are you doing here?”

Steve looked up into those warm brown eyes and smiled. “Just convincing Principal Kim and Mr Pearson to let Edie’s pastel drawing back into the art show.”

Harri peered around his dad. “What? Really? Did you win?”

Steve grinned. “Sure did. If they had done an investigation instead of blinding following the word of one vindictive little girl, Mr Pearson wouldn’t be under scrutiny for doing similar things to other students.”

He crossed his arms and shifted his weight to his back foot. “I’m pretty sure if they looked deep enough, they’d find that he had been grading harsher for so called nepo babies. Children of rich parents that had generational wealth over those students that had nouveau-riche parents. Because he thought they had worked hard for their money.”

Eddie laughed. “And how would you know that?”

Steve grinned. “Because that’s what Nancy dug up for me when I asked.”

Eddie threw back his head and really laughed. “That would do it, yeah.”

Harri cocked his head to the side and frowned. “Who’s Nancy?”

Steve turned him with a soft smile. “She’s a world renowned journalist who your dad and me went to school with.”

“Sounds vaguely familiar,” he said with a shrug. “But that’s cool she helped you get Miss Thing’s art back in the show.”

“I called in a favor,” Steve said with a shrug.

“She owes you more than one favor,” Eddie grumbled.

Steve bit his lip and blushed. “She knows.”

Eddie grinned. “Good.”

“You guys want to come over and celebrate with us?” Steve asked. “The Lawrences are going to be there, as well as the Grants.” At their look of confusion he clarified. “Kenny’s family, the band’s keyboardist.”

Harri and Eddie looked at each other and then Harri nodded, while Eddie shrugged.

“Sure,” Eddie said. “I don’t see why not.”

Edie had gotten use to seeing Mr Munson at her house so often that sometimes it surprised her that Harri and him didn’t live there. That they actually lived elsewhere.

“Are you sure they aren’t dating?” Kenny asked one day at lunch. They were huddled together at their table away from the seething wrath of Lauren Duncan and her crowd of mean girls.

When it came out that Lauren was the tattletale the whole art class turned on her. And straight up ignored her when she would even so much as ask for the eraser to be handed to her.

But that ostracizing only made her vicious out of class. Bumping into Edie to get Edie to drop her stuff or even fall. Putting hate mail in her lockers. Whispering to her friends behind her hands.

Though she tried knocking Edie’s lunch tray out her hands only the once. Edie was quick enough to shove the tray right in Lauren’s face. And what made it even better is that she couldn’t claim that Edie had done in purpose because then she would have to explain why she was that close to Edie in the first place. And after her week suspension for falsely accusing Edie of wrongdoing, she couldn’t afford more trouble. So she stuck to the little things.

Harri sighed. “I honestly don’t know, man.”

Edie nodded. “They go out to lunch every Monday. And it’s gotten to the point where Vanessa, my dad’s secretary won’t even schedule anything for that time.”

Harri nodded. “I think we eat dinner more often at your house then we do my own. And I like my house!”

Mandy nodded. “I mean our dads still hang out, but now Mr Munson tags along too. My dad said that he’s seen more of Mr Munson in the last month then he has the last decade.”

They all nodded.

“Let’s not forget Mr Munson staying for practice instead of dropping Harri off and coming back later,” Brian said, poking at his food, pushing it around on his plate. “We always have to break them up when we’re done so Harri can go home.”

“When summer starts,” Mandy said, “We should test it, see how it takes for them to notice we’re done.”

They nodded again.

“But when I ask my dad,” Edie said, “all he’ll say is that he’s sworn off dating so it can’t be a date.”

Harri threw his arms in the air. “My dad is no better. He keeps telling me that Papa was it for him, and second chances only happen once in a life time and he’s already had his.”

“They are so stubborn, I swear,” Edie huffed. “But we all promised that we wouldn’t interfere in their relationship.”

Kenny straightened up. “You guys promised that. I didn’t.” He grinned. “And I think I know just how to do it.” He put on his backpack and grabbed his tray. “I’ll talk to you guys, later.”

***

Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Epilogue

Also, I had something similar happen to me with a different Van Gogh painting Giant Peacock Moth, only I was in middle school and it was just kids being grumpy the French teacher didn’t care. It was just away to teach us about the French artists movement of the 1800s. I still have it somewhere.

Also: Harri isn’t in trouble, he’s going to see the principal and his guidance counselor because some of his credits from his Cali school didn’t transfer.

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I Don't Like You | Hanamaki Takahiro x Reader!

Word count: 5,462

Relationships: Hanamaki Takahiro x reader (enemies to...) Oikawa Tooru x reader, Iwaizumi Hajime x reader and Matsukawa Issei x reader (all platonic)

Another day, another class, another occasion for Hanamaki Takahiro to disrupt it with the ruckus he and his best friend Matsukawa had going on at the back of the classroom. You rolled your eyes.

You’ve known the strawberry blonde ever since middle school. He was slightly popular with being on the volleyball team and everyone saw some sort of charisma in him that you failed to appreciate. To you, he was just a class clown who liked attention. An insufferable, dumb jock.

Then you were first year highschoolers. You almost cried while you read the lists of your assigned homerooms when you stumbled upon his name. One thing was just bearing with him in the hallways, but now he was your classmate?

“Sorry, my bad. Dude, stop fucking pushing me.” He absentmindedly apologized to you as his dark haired friend nudged him to make way to the front line before the bulletin board.

“How?” You heard Iwaizumi exclaim.

“Did you two bribe the principal or something?” Oikawa chuckled. “How is it that you ended up in the advanced courses?”

“What? What are you talking about? We wouldn’t be so dumb to do that.”

“Well, apparently you aren’t as dumb as to not make it into first class.”

“No wonder we couldn’t find ourselves anywhere else.”

“I heard the advanced English teacher is hell.” some other student said, and they picked it up.

“Oi, is that true?” Matsukawa asked warily.

“A lot of people have said that. They said a lot of upperclassmen used to complain about her.”

“But-But these are optional right? You can change to regular classes if you don’t like where they placed you.” Hanamaki asked not so confident.

“Sure. But you can validate these as college courses. If you plan to go.” Hajime explained. “You should give it a try either way.”

“If by midterms you’re failing you could switch up. Or find a tutor.” Oikawa advised.

“How is it that you’ve been in advanced courses all this time? Honestly, I never saw you as the smart type outside of a volleyball court.” Oikawa was triggered and offended, to say the least.

“FYI, I’m very smart. Also I work hard and that pays off.” He adjusted his glasses.

“And y/n has saved his ass countless times.” Added Iwaizumi knowingly.

“Y/n?” Hanamaki asked curiously, “That name rings a bell. Is it that nerdy girl with glasses who makes out everyone else is stupid and thinks she’s hot shit?”

“No. How dare you confuse my sweet y/n with that meanie. She’s bitter because y/n always beats her and is first in our class. Wait, there she is. Y/n-chan!” Oikawa called out to you and Hanamaki followed his gaze ‘til he met a girl: average height, long, wavy black hair, cinnamon kissed skin, full lips, small nose and dark eyes. You smiled at Oikawa and at Iwaizumi who was by his side. But when your eyes landed on him and Mattsun you became serious.

“Huh. Smart, pretty too. But, ” Matsukawa said, looking at you as you made your way over to them. “she looks quite scary.”

“She can be.” Iwaizumi agreed, “but she’s good.”

“How is a shrimp scary?” Hanamaki snorted, making fun of his friends.

“Who are you calling shrimp, My Melody?” you bit back.

“Oh.” Yeah, Mattsun still found you scary.

“Just so you know, that’s a compliment.” He smirked at you. “Bad bitches look good in pink.”

“Okaaay off to a rough start I see.” Oikawa made a survey of the situation. “Y/n, you’re making me look bad.”

“Huh, I thought that was just how you looked.” Iwaizumi pondered, making you laugh. Okay, she laughs, Makki thought.

Oikawa glared at his spiky haired best friend “Whatever.” He plastered a smile on his face addressing you, “I wanted to officially present to you some new classmates.” He gestured towards the duo, “Meet-“

“Hanamaki Takahiro.” He cut Oikawa off.

“Matsukawa Issei.” followed the tall, black haired boy, throwing an arm over the former’s shoulders.

“Oh I know you two.”

“Keeping tabs about us?”

“Rather staying clear of you.”

“Tōru, I think your friend chose to be sour today.”

“I… Hope we can get along. Someday.” Matsukawa said awkwardly.

Back to the present, you were now in your last semester as second years and to your surprise he’d managed to stay in the group - barely making it yet somehow- and you still thought the same way about him.

“Is there something you two want to share with the class, Mr. Hanamaki and Mr. Matsukawa?”

“Uh, not really, sir. You see, this is a private conversation.” Takahiro answered, gesturing between Mattsun and himself.

“Then why don’t you take your private conversation to somewhere more private, like the principal’s office?” The teacher said.

“I wouldn’t want to bother the principal, sir.” You noticed how the rest of the class held back their smiles. Your teacher sighed, asking for patience from the heavens to deal with a brat.

“Alright. I'll humor you too. In fact, class, thanks to Hanamaki you’re all to hand over the exercises from pages 67 to 72 in their entirety. They’ll be part of your grade for a surprise test.” If anyone had a trace of a smile on their face it had vanished now, and the entire class erupted in complaints, some throwing nasty looks at the culprit, remarkably his other two friends. Iwaizumi and Oikawa turned on their seats and muttered something to him.

“Nice job, dumbass.”

You gathered your things when the teacher dismissed the class. In fact, you just had to review your notes and the material from your textbook. You had already done the exercises from the workbook in advance, given that March was approaching and with it your finals. You had tons of homework assigned already, and you didn’t like to pile them up.

“Y/n-chan.” You heard his singsong voice. Almost everyone had left the room besides the four volleyball team players and you. The teacher had held Makki and Matssun back to reprimand them.

“Let me guess. You want the answers to the exercises.” You told Oikawa knowingly.

“I don’t think the answers will be enough.” Oikawa grimaced. “I would like to understand what he’s talking about if he’s going to make us pass a test.”

You smiled a bit amused, “So, study session?”

“Of course! Have I told you you’re an angel?

“Yes, you have. Every time you use flattery to make up for what you asked.” Iwaizumi looked at him disgustingly.

“I don’t know, she seems more like a demon to me.” Hanamaki shared as he walked over to the rest of you, Matsukawa following him.

You glared at him before dismissing his comment and addressing Iwaizumi, “You’re joining?”

“Uh- Sure. I could use a little help too.” He gave you a small smile, feeling a little embarrassed.

“Oh you’re making a study group?” Mattsun asked, interested. Makki wished he could take back his latest comment. While Oikawa saw the opportunity and grasped it. Hajime saw his intentions clear in the brunette’s eyes.

‘Oh, yes! It’s perfect. Why don’t we all study together?” He suggested. It was a great plan where you could sort things out with both class and Hanamaki. It was hard for him that his friends didn’t get along -for whatever the reason was- when you spent most of your days together during class and rather often outside. He could try to make Makki be a little gentler with you and if he managed to convince Hajime to do the same with you he was sure it’ll work out.

“Uh I don’t know…” you looked over indiscreetly at Hanamaki.

Makki was about to respond “Wait. Me? With you?” He made a face. As much as he could use your help he’d rather die on the spot than asking you. But Tooru kicked him slightly, making him yelp in surprise, stopping him from finishing whatever he planned to say. “Okay, okay. If you don’t mind.” He muttered throwing foul looks at Oikawa.

It was Monday, the volleyball club’s day of rest, so the group walked together straight to your house when school was over. You walked ahead with Iwaizumi, the air still cold in the mid February twilight. Your cheeks were turning slightly rosy, and you could see your breath when you exhaled. You wished you had brought your scarf.

As you all agreed to stop at a coffee shop, Oikawa threw a look at Makki and gestured something before he left with Hajime to order. He didn’t understand what the former wanted, “What?” he mouthed.

Tooru almost groaned. This is why girls say chivalry is dead.

Matsukawa picked up the message instead. “Here.” He said, getting your attention. Taking off his black scarf, he didn’t lose time to gently place it around your neck, not giving you any time to protest nor reject his gesture.

“Thanks.” You welcomed in the warmth the soft fabric brought, and Mattsun took that as a win. Sure, he’d felt that during the past months you had at least become acquaintances and had been polite to each other. Things between you weren’t as hostile as when it came to Hanamaki, who finally rolled his eyes as he understood what the brunette meant. He’d lost the opportunity. Mattsun gave him a sorry look, but soon Makki brushed it off. Why did he have to be nice to you when you were the one who acted like you had a stick up your ass every time you were around him? He never did anything to you.

“We’’ll go to my room so as not to disrupt my parents.”

“Is your mom home? I'd like to greet her.” Your mom had already met Oikawa by the countless times he’d been over. She loved him and needless to say she would plan your wedding if you so much as told her you liked him. But to her dismay you were just friends. Your dad didn’t like him though. He said pretty boys like him must be looking to break your heart. Also Tooru was scared of him.

“She’ll be here later.” You told him as you guided them through the hallway and to your room.

“Would like to know where she gets her attitude from.” Makki said under his breath.

“Oikawa would say from his dad because he doesn’t like him.” Hajime confided and they snickered, making fun of the brunette.

Tooru sneezed, then turned to both of them at the same time you did, “What are you two going on about?”

“Nothing.”

You had gone out of the room for a moment, telling the boys to make themselves comfortable, feeling a little mortified to let into your house and into your room a boy you supposedly hated his guts.

Oikawa jumped in your bed while Iwaizumi got your desk chair, and Mattsun sat on a bean bag chair on the floor. Hanamaki inspected your room, seeing several posters of your favorite musicians, a CD player laying on your bed that Oikawaa had grabbed, bookshelves, drawings on top of your desk, pictures - Mostly of landscapes but there were also family pictures . He recognized you with Iwaizumi and Tooru on a couple -, some paintings on the wall and some on the floor waiting to be hanged.

“It’s a nice bedroom.” he commented, and everything was going fine, until he opened his mouth again, “I remember this girl that took me over to her place and she had this collection of creepy porcelain dolls on one big shelf that covered the wall opposite her bed. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to get i-”

“Okay,” you came back in time to cut him off, carrying another bean bag chair in for him, “Thanks for the compliment on my room but I don’t need to hear that.”

“Right. Sorry. Forgot you probably have never gotten laid, or either kissed someone.”

“Ugh, Makki, please shut the fuck up.” Oikawa shook his head and Hajime brushed a hand down his face. He was unbelievable.

“Not that is any of your business, but I do have kissed someone.” You said calmly as you took your notebooks out of your bag and sat next to Oikawa.

“That’s a shocker. Who?” He said, plopping down on the chair as he finished his tea.

“Why do you care?” You raised a brow and Oikawa smiled down at his hands. In any other moment he would be harassing you about the subject in question to know but he was being real quiet.

“I don’t but since you’re dropping information like that you could just share the whole thing.” He shrugged. “Does he go to Seijoh too?”

“Yes.”

“And?”

“And what?”

He smirked, as if realizing something, “Nah, wait. Bet it was some weird ugly ass kid and that’s why you don’t want to tell.”

Now if he wasn’t able to speak, you four would’ve witnessed a miracle that evening, “Excuse you?! Who the hell you dare call ugly. If I may say I’m the prettiest male in the room.” Oikawa came clean and you smacked him right in his chest so hard he lost his breath for a moment.

“Oh great.” you muttered, a hand covering your face.

“No fucking way.” Makki started with a chuckle, staring at Oikawa incredulously.

“You didn’t know?!” Mattsun asked Iwaizumi given his expression.

Hajime shook his head, “No wonder you weren’t curious.”

“Really? This guy?” Matsukawa continued.

“What does that mean?” Oikawa whined.

“Fine. We were in middle school and were what? 15?”

“Yeah I had just turned 15. And you were still 13.” Oikawa smiled as he recalled.

“So you dated?”

“Not really. We’ve always been good friends. It just happened, everyone was doing it and we wanted to know what it was like.”

“We just figured at that moment that if we wanted to have our first kiss there wasn’t anyone better than us.” You chuckled, flustered. It was a little embarrassing, and you basically had forgotten what led you to this conversation.

“Wait, so,” Hanamaki kept in interrogation mode, “you haven’t kissed anyone else since him?”

“No.” you shook your head, “What are we doing? What am I doing? Grab your notes and let’s start studying.”

Spring brought new beginnings, a gentler breeze, slowly beginning to bid farewell to winter with soft sunny days and much livelier nights.

Your eyes captured the pretty pink veil made out of cherry blossom trees, which flowers rained down as their branches danced with the gusts of wind. It was very romantic walking under the pink snow.

Hanamaki was walking to school that morning when he saw you as he turned in the curve and got to the main road. He didn’t live far from your house, so sometimes - when he wasn’t late- he saw you. The couple of times you’d noticed him, you’d just nodded in acknowledgment and continued your way, walking with him just a few steps back. He wondered if he should greet you. Thinking about that time at your house it wasn’t that bad between you two. Hopefully you might think the same.

He debated with himself and at the end chose to go for it, words dying in his mouth when he saw you stop to take pictures. Makki wondered how many cherry blossoms were in your camera roll by now. He waited as to not interrupt you, and that’s when it happened. He saw you slip as you were about to resume walking, and before he knew it he was running to catch you, under the risk of slipping on the blossoms himself and breaking something.

You had screamed and closed your eyes tightly, accepting your fate, but the fall didn’t come. Instead, you felt a pair of arms engulfing you in a secure grip. You opened one of your eyes and were met with a worried Hanamaki looking down on you. “You okay?” Having not recovered your speech yet, you nodded hastily. Then, grinning, “Falling for me?”

“Shut up.” There it was. “Going to help me stand up?” you shrieked as he made it to let go of you while he laughed.

“You really thought I would drop you after all?” Some of the flowers had gotten on his hair. He did as you said when you just remained silent looking up at him and his smile, and got you back on both feet safely.

“You could’ve hurt yourself.” You said, avoiding looking at him.

“So you mean to say I was supposed to let you fall?” you shrugged and he scoffed. Makki took a look at you: your hair had gotten a bit messier, hands buried in the pockets of your jacket, expression serious and rosy cheeks. He wouldn’t lie, he thought you looked cute. “Or by any chance you’re worrying about me?”

“I’m not.” you quickly protested, frowning. “But I don’t want to be the reason you miss volleyball club.”

“Of course. It’s just that.” He raised a brow, amused as you nodded along. You still weren’t looking at him. “A “thank you” would’ve been enough for me.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re very welcome.” he smiled, pleased, but it quickly vanished as you turned to keep walking. “Wait, hey- Wait up!” He hurried to fall into step with you, careful not to slip, “We can walk to school together since we’re here.”

“No, thanks.” you spoke back to him.

“I thought we just had a moment back there.” he gave you a side look. “And back at your house you had to admit it wasn’t so bad.”

“Yeah, after I cut you off before you could talk about sex.”

“Jealous?”

“Ugh, this is what I’m talking about.” you stopped and turned to him, irritation clear on your voice and in your features. “You’re so unserious. “I’ll be surprised if you actually cared about something.”

A look crossed his eyes you couldn’t quite grasp. Did it actually hurt him what you said? No, whatever you said couldn’t possibly matter to him. You continued walking, thinking he wouldn’t say anything but then he spoke up, “Okay, you can think whatever you want. Even if you barely know me.”

When you reached the school gates, he spoke up again, “Honestly, I think you could be nice. Maybe if you weren’t so worried about everything and guarded all the time… I don’t know. I think you could use some unseriousness.” Then he went ahead, leaving you to take a deep breath to get your cool back and reflect on what he had just said.

Maybe… Maybe you’ve gone a little too far.

It was the day of the opening ceremony and you were about to begin your last year of high school.

“Oi! Sour Patch kid.” You heard him call you by that nickname he’d picked for you. Makki was waiting for you at the entrance of the hall. Ever since that conversation you had, your behaviour around him had improved. He wondered if it had something to do with whatever he might’ve said - he’d forgotten most of it by now-. But he wasn’t complaining, and neither were the rest of the boys. At least now you could stand in a room without throwing comments at each other. It was a sort of silent truce.

“Where are the others?” You asked, looking around for them. Still, it felt awkward to be left alone with him.

“Oikawa was held back somewhere by a bunch of girls and Hajime went to the rescue. Mattsun is saving our seats.” You nodded.

“They let you inside like that?” You signaled.

“Oh. That. We avoid the principal and the teachers.” He shrugged. He gave a step back and threw his hands up as you stepped over to him. “Woah, what the hell are you doing?”

“You could at least button up your shirt.” You started to fix it up for him under his nervous gaze. “And where is your tie?”

“I didn’t- I didn’t bring one.” He stuttered an answer and you shook your head.

You fixed his collar without it. “There. Looks much better now at least.” You smiled, satisfied with your work, until you looked up at him. He was staring at you intently. You hadn’t removed your hands from his shoulders.

“Sorry for being late!” Oikawa shouted and sighed as if he had been running for miles, breaking whatever spell you had fallen under and startling you both, “What were you two doing?”

“Waiting for you. What else?” You crossed your arms defensively.

“Did our homeroom teacher see you?” Iwaizumi said to Makki and snorted. “You look like a model student for once.”

When you three walked inside, Mattsun waved you over. “Makki, you look… pink. And I’m not talking about your hair.” He spoke to his best friend who was blushing furiously.

One of your new teachers had thought that by moving Makki to another seat far from Mattsun or the other boys she was doing something. What she didn’t know was that the strawberry blonde was capable of making conversation with almost anyone.

“From now on you’ll sit next to y/n.” Your eyes widened and you gave her a pleading look. She glanced at you understandingly yet you could see her asking for your cooperation. Mattsun looked dramatically devastated as Hanamaki grabbed his stuff and switched places with the boy beside you. Iwaizumi and Tooru looked at each other. Things were either very convenient or about to go to hell.

“Hello, partner.” He smiled at you while you merely gave him a look before turning your attention back to the lecture as the teacher took over where she had left. Hanamaki then attempted to start a conversation with the guys sitting behind you, yet they seemed a little apathetic. Turning to his side, his intentions were quickly discarded. No way in hell he was speaking to that Yui girl. So he propped his head in his hand as he tried to keep his attention on what the teacher was saying.

After she gave the instructions for the day’s class work, you started to complete it diligently. By your side, Makki looked over at the board, then back to his notebook, turning his pencil on his hand and back again. To be honest, he had no clue about what he was supposed to do, yet he gave it a go. You threw glances now and then to your right, and seeing him erase something for nearly like the tenth time, you spoke, “Do you need help?” Iwaizumi perked up at the sound of your voice and nudged Oikawa, pointing towards you two.

“Me? No. I’’m doing great. Easy.” Oikawa smacked himself on the face.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, just… Peachy.”

“Okay.” You went back to your notebook. Glancing around as lost as he was, he looked back again: notebook, board, you.

He sighed, “Okay, I lied.” he admitted, “ I could use a little help.”

You did the rest of the work together while you explained it to him. Makki swore no one had ever explained to him something as easy as you made it seem. Every day during that class you two worked seamlessly together, and needless to say everyone was surprised, and each time Hanamaki caught himself staring at you more. Noticing your small smiles, the small frown etched on your face as you focused, how you pushed your hair back from falling over your notebook until you gave up and tied it up in a messy bun instead, how you explained the things he didn’t understand.

One day during practice, Mattsun caught him staring at you while you chatted with Oikawa sitting on the benches. The setter had sprained his ankle and was out until he recovered. They had a practice match soon, so his mood wasn’t the best, but you keeping him company kept his thoughts from spiraling. He laughed at something you said, making you smile.

“You think Oikawa might like y/n?” Makki found himself asking as they practiced underhand passes.

Hajime, who had paired with Kyōtani and was beside them, snorted, “He’s simping over his girlfriend so that’s out of the question.”

“Didn’t they break up?” Mattsun asked.

“Almost. They’ve been arguing a lot lately.” Iwaizumi clarified, then turned to Makki, “Why do you ask anyway?”

“Unbelievable.” Matsukawa let the ball drop, “You like her.”

“Doesn’t she hate him?” Kyōtani brought up and the trio stared at him.

“Of course I don’t. That's ridiculous.” He brushed Matsukawa’s statement off as if it was the most absurd thing he’d ever heard. “And you,” he pointed at Kentarō, “are wrong. We hate each other.”

“Oi! I’m still here and watching you all. Why are you stopping? Quit gossiping and get back to practice!” The captain yelled at them. “We have to crush Karasuno with or without me. But hopefully with me.” You shook your head as he smiled, pleased with simply the idea.

“Hate each other my ass.” Matsukawa called him out, “You’re always searching for her.”

“That’s not true.”

“So you fell for her but she hates you?”

“Shut the fuck up, Kyōtani.”

“What if I don’t?”

“Well things have gotten better between you two but I can’t say from her part.” Iwaizumi thought.

“Y/n/n,” Oikawa started, his demeanor changing all of a sudden, “Do you think I’m a shitty person?”

“What? Of course not!” you laughed, yet you were confused, “What made you even think that?”

“I don’t know.” He was looking down, fidgeting with his hands. Suddenly he resembled a little boy being lectured, “The way I act sometimes…”

“That doesn’t make you a shitty person, Tōru. It just makes you a human being.” you smiled at him even though he wasn’t looking at you, “And I don’t think you really hate Tobio or Ushijima. You two just have this rivalry and it’s because you care so much for what you do. Well that’s how I see it. You’re great, don’t let anyone make you believe you aren’t.”

He nodded, finally turning to look at you with a smile. “Do you know I love you?”

“I love you too, stupid.” You laughed as he threw himself at you and kissed your cheek, “Be careful.” Then he laid his head on your lap and you brushed his hair as he looked up at you. “How’s stuff with Aoi?” His girlfriend that clearly disliked you.

He sighed, “We’re back talking but… She’s being distant.” He feared she might break up with him after all. “But let’s not talk about that.”

“Then what?” you said expectantly.

“How about you and Makki?”

“What about him?” you looked over to the court and your eyes found him.

“You don’t seem to hate him as much.” He chose his words carefully.

“I don’t.” And that was what he called progress. “I still think he’s weird and a pain in the ass though.” But remember: don’t count your wins too soon.

“You’re not exactly the definition of normal.” you smacked him and he laughed.

“Neither are you.”

“Thanks.” . . . “But do you find him attractive?”

“What are you on now?” you said with a scandalous face that wasn’t not funny, but you were blushing. Oikawa took that as a yes.

“Nothing. I was just asking.”

“I don’t like him if that’s what you’re assuming. And I’m sure he doesn’t like me either.”

“Want me to ask him?”

“No. What for?”

Next morning, you were a sight (not in a good way). Somehow, Hanamaki Takahiro had made his way into your dreams, startling you awake in the dead of the night. After that, you tossed and turned but weren’t able to go back to sleep. Finally, you had lost it, you thought. You blamed Oikawa’s absurd questions.

“Are you okay?” The brunette dared to ask when he saw you, “You look a little…”

“You look terrible.” Hanamaki cut him off bluntly. You glared at both boys, and they backed off as you walked by over to your seat.

Iwaizumi smacked both on the back of their heads, following you. “Way to go, idiots.”

Needless to say, during class you were struggling to not doze off. After doing a pretty good job during morning periods, it was during your last class that you finally succumbed. Thankfully, since Iwaizumi was sitting in front of you, the teacher couldn’t notice from his spot in front of the class.

Makki was sitting next to you too, and when he glanced your way he found you asleep. His gaze became softer seeing your relaxed features, your head lying on one of your arms folded on top of your desk.

Later at home when you sat at your desk and took your things out of your bag to begin your study session, something slipped out from between your notebooks. Stranged, you picked it up, and saw the note stuck to the papers. “Notes from litt. class. Get some proper rest later. No use messing with someone who can’t talk back.” - Hanamaki

You read the words over and over, and you couldn’t help but smile a bit.

“It’s weird, y/n’s still not here.” Iwaizumi mentioned. The day of the practice match had come, and you were always there early to wish them good luck before you went to find a seat at the stands.

“There’s still a few minutes.” Mattsun allowed. “Makki’s not even here yet.”

Aoi had come to see Oikawa and he’d gone out of the locker room for a moment to meet her before the match, otherwise he would be complaining about your unusual tardiness. He certainly would later.

You were hurrying towards the gym at the same time the other team arrived and was about to go inside, getting the attention of some of them. “Look, it seems like Seijoh got a cute manager too since the last time we met.”

You were wearing your PE tracksuit pants with the school t-shirt so thinking back you should’ve known that was what caused the misunderstanding. A dark haired boy you recognized as the libero stood in front of you.

“Hey there, Miss manager.” He gave you a smile.

“Hello,” you started politely yet the look in your eyes showed you were confused, “Manager? I’m sorry I’m not-”

“What’s your name?” He barely let you get a word in. The captain was about to interfere, knowing where things were going but Sugawara stopped him.

“I’m Y/n. But I’m not-”

“Are you going out with someone?”

You shook your head, “I-”

“Sorry, man, she has a boyfriend.” your eyes went wide, as you heard none other than Makki - who was late- speak up. Standing now behind you, he leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, leaving your cheeks burning, “You okay, love?” Love? Then he looked over at the boys seriously.

Sugawara snorted.

“Boyfriend?!” You two bursted into the locker room. “What the hell was that?!”

“Well, it worked. None of them will bother you now.” He seemed amused rather than bothered by what he just did unlike before when he saw that guy flirting with you, although he was blushing too now that you came into the room with some of the boys still inside shouting about what happened. Being a sweetheart, as always, he thought.

“You do tell, please.” Matsukawa smirked, “What are you two lovers quarrelling about now?”

“Your friend just told the whole Karasuno team we’re a couple.”

“What the hell made you do that?” Iwaizumi asked before he started laughing. His friend was an idiot.

“Same thing I’m asking.”

“Some guy was bothering her so I told them we’re together to get him and anyone else off her.” which Mattsun translated as I was jealous in his head as he looked at him biting his tongue to not call him out on his bullshit.

“They found out before me?!” Oikawa screamed by the door, entering the room.

“It’s not true!”

“Not yet.” Mattsun muttered to himself, “But you’ll have to play along, right? Otherwise they’ll think you’re both liars.” Speaking up as a proper best friend and wing man.

“What?” you looked at him, then towards the strawberry blonde, “It’s not like they’ll be paying me much attention.”

“But my girlfriend should cheer for me.” He shrugged his shirt off and you looked away, flustered, while he put on his uniform. Then he grabbed the extra one he had and threw it your way. His club shirt. With his name, and the number three stamped on both sides.

“How are you so calm about this?” You stared at the piece of fabric, then nervously up at him. “Everyone at school will think we’re together. Are you really okay with that?”

“I don’t care what they think. Do you?”

A/N: Another example of terrible fic names for you! First time writing for my Seijoh boys. Oh I love them so much and hope you like the interactions between them and with y/n. Was going through Makki brainrot again back in December but also had to show some love to my Oiks <3. Also this had like 5 extra pages on my docs. buuut I wasn't entirely sure with how it was going and I still don't get a good scene to end this story lol. Until next time! -Youmarin

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jaozendry · 2 years

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"You're better off without me."

Pairing: Tom!Peter Parker x GN!Reader

Warnings: trauma, death, unhappy ending

Summary: You have been victim of Doctor Strange's memory erasing spell as well; you have no idea who Peter Parker is. In another life, he was your loving boyfriend, but now, he is nothing more than a forgotten memory. You are still the biggest Spider-Man fan, even after the spell, but the friendly neighbourhood crime fighter doesn't pull his punches as much anymore. You welcome a new student at Midtown High School and he's strange: he knows almost every single thing about you. The two of you get closer and closer over the course of a few days when one night, a mysterious figure is knocking at your window.

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You're the biggest Spider-Man fan; well, you were. After the destruction of the new and improved Statue of Liberty, you notice the crime fighting "hero" doesn't hold back as much anymore. You are aware of what he is capable of: superhuman strength, wall climbing, web shooting, Spidey-Sense, etc., but the petty criminals he fought would just end up with a few bruises and walk it off after being arrested. Lately, they ended up with severe injuries, such a broken bones and ended up in a hospital for a few days, even weeks. The whole world watches as the fallen hero crawls more and more towards the darker side. This isn't the same friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man you knew.

Other than that, life for you has been pretty boring lately. Same school, same friends, same teachers, same routine, except for one thing; a new student is now attending Midtown High School: Peter Parker. You've never seen him before and you're kind of weirded out by his presence; he showed up out of nowhere in the middle of the school year. Nevertheless, you decide to welcome him.

"Hey, I'm Y/N Y/L/N, welcome to Midtown High School!" you say as you reach in to shake his hand. He reaches back nervously. You can feel his anxiousness through the hand shake that went on for a few seconds. "I'm uh... Peter Parker." he says softly.

"Hi Peter! Do you want me to show you around the school? you ask with a gentle smile. "Nah, uh, I'm good. I already know a little around the place."

"Uh, sure thing. Shall we go to class, then?" you reply. He nods in approval as you both head to the science class.

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The principal asked you to accompany Peter as he adapts to this new school, even though he's seemingly already used to the place. Since you're his guide, the two of you got very close during the last few days. To your surprise, he seems to know everything about you: your likes, your dislikes, your talents, your weaknesses, etc. He even got you this nice necklace you've been dying for over the course of the last weeks, but couldn't afford. He seems really nice, but you can't help but feel something is wrong. This new student seems to know... every single thing about you, it's like he already knew you before getting into Midtown High School.

All of those paranoid thoughts keep you up tonight. You have no idea why, but you can't sleep on this snowy night, when all of the sudden, you hear knocking from your window. As you remove the curtain, you see none other than Spider-Man himself, hanging from a web, still knocking on your window. You move back quickly without skipping a beat while he removes his mask before you: you recognize Peter's beautiful face. You've been gaslighting yourself into believing you didn't have a crush on him until this very moment. You open the window as the vigilante crawls inside your room.

"Peter, what the hell are you doing here?! You can't be here, especially not as goddamn Spider-Man! I didn't even know! " you prattle on, furious and confused. "Look, Y/N, I know it's a horrible idea to come here as, you know, a human spider, but I needed you to know everything." You're slowly tilting your head, confused as ever, thinking this is a fever dream. "Then, what is this about?" you ask, giving up. He sighs his soul out. "I know this sounds... crazy, but everything I'm saying is true, I promise." he tells you, trying to calm you down. "Crazier than you being Spider-Man?" you lash out. "Yes, crazier." he says, telling you to quiet down with his nonverbal.

"Ugh, where do I start?" he asks himself out loud, his eyes welling up. "I had to make a huge sacrifice to save the world; no, the multiverse from threats from all universes. I even lost my aunt to one of them and I realized that... some people can't be forgiven." he explains, his voice breaking. "And that led you to go after petty criminals? I watch the news, Peter Benjamin Parker. I know what you did to some of them-" He cuts you off abruptly, feeling guilty. "I couldn't control myself, Y/N! I lost everyone I loved, you included!" he lashes out as he breaks into tears. You grab his hands and ask him what happened softly. He explains the situation as he slowly calms down: "Doctor Strange cast a spell that made everyone in the world forget who I am; everyone in the entire multiverse who knew I was Spider-Man was going to enter this world, and I tell you, there was an entire army, each of them as dangerous as Green Goblin. I had no choice, I asked Doctor Strange to make everyone forget who I am, even you." he explains while trying to not scream.

You can clearly see the honesty in his eyes; also the pain and suffering. "Then, what were we to each other? Before the spell?" you ask, holding his face softly. "You were everything I ever wanted, Y/N Y/L/N, you were my reason to live and my reason to continue as Spider-Man. You were everything to me. I loved you and I still do." he says with tears in his eyes, gently grabbing your shoulder. "But I can't stay here. I need to leave. All of my loved ones get into trouble when it comes to the superhero stuff, and you can't get involved in that, not again. You're better off without me." Upset but also understanding, you reach in to kiss him and he engages back. The two of you go on for a few seconds until he breaks free and wipes the tears away from your eyes. "I don't want this either, Y/N, but it's what's best for you." he says, his voice breaking.

You hold his hand softly as he leaves for the window once again. He crawls out and hands you a bracelet from the roof. "You gave it to me as a gift before the spell. Maybe it'll help you remember." he tells you with a forced smile. As he swings away, you inspect the bracelet.

"I don't remember... I want to, but... I don't remember him..."

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sparkleburstdoodles · 2 months

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Stepping In The Sun: Looking Up?

Sunburst was starting to feel good.

Finally, something he was actually making progress with. Something he can actually DO. Something other ponies were proud of him for. And Sunburst was really good at it!

He couldn't help but smile with pride at the scoreboards for the final grades. His name was so high up, his neck kind of hurt looking at it.

“Wow. You're second place, Sunburst!” Bouillon Roux–an albino filly– remarked. “Think you can tutor me a bit? I got 20th place…”

“Well, shucks, I dunno about THAT.” Sunburst rubbed a leg in bashfulness. “Moondancer beat me by a LARGE margin. You probably should ask her.”

“Get real. She doesn't like anypony but her friends. I feel like she'd bite me if I approached her.”

“Come on, I don't think–”

“Look, it's Shimmer and Cadenza!”

The two turned with the crowd to see the two stellar students of the academy—under the tutelage of Princess Celestia herself! — trotting down the path.

Mi Amore Cadenza: the supposed niece of Celestia. She was a pegasus with incredibly mysterious aero-magic that seemed to enchant anypony that laid eyes on her.

And Sunset Shimmer: a newer protégé with exceptional spellcasting skills and a seemingly endless well of magic at her disposal. She also happened to be Sunburst's sister.

Sunburst ducked a little behind Roux when he spotted Sunset. He didn't want her to see him.

Sunset held her chin high, seeming to ignore Cadenza's chatter in her ear. Sunburst wasn't sure if she was trying to act cool, but she had an annoyed expression that focused directly ahead. She always seemed so mad these days.

The two mares approached the boards, where Cadenza sighed so loud. “Phew! My all-nighters paid off. I hope this makes Auntie proud! What did you get, Sunshim?”

Sunset pointed as she looked for her name, then grunted in displeasure. “Not good enough. So not fair.”

Cadenza’s ears flattened a bit, searching the board. “Well…you placed lower last semester right? So it's still very good–!”

“Oh piss off already, Cadence.” Sunset pushed through a group of kids. “I didn't ask you.”

Sunburst watched her storm away, Cadenza hurrying behind Sunset.

“What was that about?” Roux whispered. “She bit her head off.”

He shook his head. “I don't know. She's quick to be mad.”

“Huh? You know Shimmer?” she tilted her head.

Crap. Sunburst rubbed the back of his head. “It's…not important. Let's just get to class.”

“Right. Isn't today we gotta get our report cards?” Roux remarked.

Gulp.

Report cards. He didn't think that part through. He grew nervous.

“Sunburst?” Roux touched his shoulder. “Are you worried? What for?”

“I…didn't tell my mom I switched classes,” he admitted.

“Why?”

“I'm worried she'll take it wrong. And she'll make this big fuss and make the principal put me back in Spellcasting.”

Bouillon blinked. “So she won't understand? Even if you're really good at it?”

“I don't think so. When my mom has her mind set, it's hard to talk to her.” Sunburst looked down.

“My dad’s kinda harsh too,” Roux admitted. “I love cooking, but he wanted me to be a scholar more. Because he couldn't make my brother do it. Hey!” She stepped closer to his face, making him nervous. “I got an idea!”

“W-what?”

“Shh!” She warned, whispering. “I'll change your report card for you! Then she won't know!”

“Ch-change…?? Are you crazy?” Sunburst panicked. “But that's wrong. If she finds out, I won't hear the end of it!”

“She won't! Don't tell anypony, but I've gotten good at it!” Roux smirked. “I do it for my brother all the time. And Dad never catches on.”

“I don't know…” Sunburst looked away.

“It'll be just a name switch. Think about it. She'll be proud, and you don't have to go back to the other course! Avoid the conflict!”

“I would think lying would add MORE conflict…”

“Fine. How's this? I’ll change it for the night. If you don't send it to your mom by morning, I'll change it back. No sweat!” Bouillon held out a hoof. “Eh?”

Sunburst hesitated. Well…he'll be letting her down either way…but he COULD go scotch free. “....Alright. I’ll think about it. ”

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Later that night, Sunburst couldn't sleep, even if his short life depended on it. He just sat on his dorm room bed, staring at the paper.

It wasn't like he was changing his grades or anything. He was changing the class names. Could it be so bad?

Yes! This was still lying! Mom would be so mad and Dad would be disappointed! What if the school kicks him out for this?

Sunburst groaned and rubbed his forehead. He didn't want to tell Mom what he's been holding back either…could he claim he lost the report card? No, Mom would probably call the school for it.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

The orange unicorn jolted. Somepony at the door?

“H-hello?” He stood near the door, reluctant to open it.

“It's Sunset.”

Sunset??

“I don't have all night.” She grunted.

Sunburst cracked the door open enough to poke his head through. “Something the matter?”

“I'm visiting Mother tomorrow.” Sunset explained, “Did you get your report card?”

“No!!” Sunburst panicked.

Sunset blinked, and scrunched her nose in annoyance. “You don't have to yell. Jeez. I thought your whole grade got them today? I was just saving time.”

“Right…we did. Sorry I'm just…stressed over…homework!” He nodded and smiled nervously.

“....whatever. Give it to me.”

He did so. Get it over with.

“And stop wasting ponies' valuable time.” Sunset turned to leave.

Sunburst sighed, and moved to shut the door, when he heard his sister mumble.

“Take care of yourself.”

Did he hear that right?

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Another piece for Sunburst’s story! Bouillon Roux is a very old OC I decided to ponify

Cutie mark vectors are all from DeviantArt I credited them on my DA lol

#doodle #sparkleburstdoodles #my little pony #sunburst #sunset shimmer #princess cadence #story #bouillon roux

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one-vivid-judgment · 2 months

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I'm sorry, but like, some people here genuinely wouldn't last a day watching Spanish TV shows, and I mean that 💀💀

We have "Los Serrano" where two step siblings fall in love and have to keep their relationship hidden from the rest of their family while living in the same house.

We have "Física o Química" where the first episode literally starts with a teenage boy falling into an ethyl coma and then dying, and his best friend commits suicide (graphically, after another previous attempt that his brother stopped) at the end of that same episode. Not to mention the 28 y/o teacher having sex with her 17 y/o student. That's the first episode, but there is A LOT later on too:

A girl falls into an abusive relationship after her parents die and then her boyfriend messes her up so badly that she ends up developing an ED (also, he dumped her and only got back with her because she stripped for him IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET, IN THE MIDDLE OF WINTER while he recorded it all and watched from the car with his friends).

That same girl ends up in a relationship with basically her step cousin.

Another girl gets pregnant (they are all highschoolers) after having sex with a guy she hates because she just saw her best friend and the guy she was in love with making out.

There are very graphic, racist attacks against an Asian guy who's being bullied and later he dumps his girlfriend and marries his cousin because of family pressure.

A girl ends up in a relationship with her art teacher, and later she becomes a prostitute (mind you, again: highschoolers) because she needs money.

A guy gets in a relationship with a girl whose brother is a literal fucking NAZI and gets dragged into their lifestyle, even beating up his best friend because he's gay.

The English teacher, who is married to the Music teacher, gets into an affair with the Art teacher and then when she gets pregnant she doesn't know who the dad is—also, the Music teacher becomes the class' laughing stock and he ends up physically assaulting a student for laughing about his situation.

A girl gets badly bullied for being fat and the guy she is in love with is ashamed of her and ridicules her in front of his friends.

A girl gets SAd at a party and a video of that starts circulating around the school.

A girl gets groomed by her boyfriend's dad and when the boyfriend finds pics of her naked in his dad's laptop he accuses her of cheating and slut-shames her at school.

The final season ends with the gay guy being killed at a school shooting, dying in his boyfriend's arms and his best friend starts seeing his ghost.

A guy in a wheelchair gets pushed down the stairs during an argument.

The principal of the school gets a brain tumor and he decides to 'enjoy life more'. So he cheats on his wife with the mother of a student and before his operation, he asks his wife to get a divorce cause he 'fell for another woman'.

Mind you, this was THE hit TV show for teenagers in the early 2000s here and I didn't miss an episode back when I was 13/14 💀

And this one is not Spanish but Mexican, but DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON "Mujer, casos de la vida real" where the lightest episode I've seen was about a little girl being killed in front of her whole class because a classmate brough a gun to school to defend himself from his bullies and it fired on accident, and now he's gonna be prosecuted for causing her death.

Was this just an excuse to rant about old shows I love? Of fucking course. But also, my earlier point still stands: some people I've seen around here wouldn't last a day watching our series 💀 And that's not even getting into movies like "3 metros sobre el cielo"

#.txt

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So, a little angst idea, but it's super fluffy at the end, for BkDk!

Now, we all know UA is a bajillion times better than Aldera, but that doesn't mean some assholes don't get through! So, a male 2nd or 3rd year hero course student, who, for some reason, just hates Izuku's entire existence. (Probably because he treats all the course students nicely, regardless, and this asshole is quirkiest and has a giant ego).

So, as a very cruel joke, he asks Izuku out, and Izuku, who already has self esteem issues and image issues, (thanks Aldera), enthusiastically accepts! Izuku gets all nicely dressed up, (he asked for help), and while Bakugou pretends he doesn't care, he cares a lot, (and is very sad, cause he thinks he's lost his chance). So Izuku, all nicely dressed up, is waiting by the UA gates, at exactly 12 PM, patiently waiting...

It hits 2. He's still excited, and he just brushes it off as the guy maybe getting nervous himself. Maybe he couldn't decide on his outfit, either.

Then it's 5. Izuku is less excited. He...doesn't feel like this if this is going good. But, he brushes it off. This is the 1st date, he doesn't know the guy well. Maybe he has anxiety and he's just hyping himself up! Maybe asking was easy, but executing is more nerve-wrecking for the guy. (Yes, Izuku is just that nice and forgiving).

It's near the curfew now, about 9:30. Izuku decides to text him. He replies, while laughing, knowing exactly who is texting him, telling him he can't believe he waited near the gate like an idiot. That Izuku was too plain and ugly, and he wouldn't and didn't mean anything he said, and would never date him. Izuku, whose tears have built up, but not have quite fallen, just silently heads back into UA grounds and to the dorms. As everyone asks how it went, you know, being supportive, because Izuku, said boy just chokes up, starts crying and runs to his room. Everyone is shocked, since the upper class man seemed nice?

Katsuki, who knows how to handle a sad Izuku, silently makes his way up to the boy's room as everyone else flounces and panics on how to cheer their friend up. When he gets there, he hears the saddest song Izuku owns, (you can decide what that is), playing really loud, but he can still hear him crying. Katsuki checks the door, and thankfully it's unlocked, so he lets himself inside, (but he locks the door this time), turns the music down, so Izuku can hear him, and just. Lays next to the green haired boy and asks if he wants to talk about it.

Izuku can't really speak, still sobbing, but more quietly, and just hands Katsuki the phone. Said boy reads the texts and he is very, very livid, but he stays calm, and tells Izuku that he is the nicest, cutest and caring person he has ever met. That the upperclassmen is completely wrong, and anyone would be very lucky to have him as a significant other. Izuku thankfully calms down, knowing Katsuki never says things he doesn't mean, and just. Passes out from exhaustion. Bakugou stays with him the rest of the night.

The next day, when classes start up, Bakugou is suddenly sent to the principal's office for beating up, (successfully), that said upperclassmen. Aizawa and Nedzu are disappointed...at first. Then Bakugou tells them what the boy did as a joke, and he only has a week of detention, and no house arrest. The upperclassmen is on thin fucking ice, has to take lessons on how to be a decent fucking human being and is on house arrest for a month! :3

Izuku smiles gratefully at Katsuki when he returns to class, and that, Bakugou thinks, is totally worth the hell week of detentions he's earned, (Aizawa decided that he can run the hell course that whole week, with some breaks).

I support Katsuki's rights and wrongs! (That guy deserved it!)

#my hero academia #asks #ask silverynight

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blueroses789 · 2 years

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I wonder if you could make headcanons about Reader being Armin’s mother. She’s married to Armin’s father who’s a wealthy principal of a school and she’s Armin’s grandfather daughter. It will be a modern-setting AU and Armin will still be the smart little cinnamon roll we know and love in Attack on Titan

My first request! Yes, absolutely😘

You were thirty one and at a new school. It was made of red brick with vines crawling up the side. Morning dew hung on the air in a way that only daytime could bring. Suddenly your books tumbled to the ground. A little bolt of blond hair knocked into your knees. You caught the boy just before he hit the ground.

"Sorry miss!" The little boy stared up at you, trembling. You noticed the obvious distress on his face. He attempted to run off but his legs have up.

Suddenly two boys came taring up the pathway, oblivious to your presence. The little boy immediately curled up, frightened.

"What's going on here?" The boys finally noticed your presence. Like a deer caught in headlights, they froze. You wrapped and arm around the trembling child. His small hands clung to your cashmere sweater.

You were quick to lead the boys inside. Leading them to the front office, you saw the principals secretary. From your introduction to her a few days ago, her name was Carla Yeager.

After explaining the situation to her, Carla sighed and beckoned the boys except the blonde one inside.

Once the boys were gone, the blonde broke down into tears.

"Hey, your safe now." You sat him down on a chair.

"No it's not. They'll just be back at it tomorrow." He whimpered.

"Can you tell me your name?"

It's Armin." You'd heard that name before, but couldn't remember where. Suddenly the door opened and a man stepped in. He rushed over to Armin and knelt down to the boys level. His hands grabbed the boys much smaller one.

"Armin, what's happened?!" He pulled the boy into a hug. You were alarmed, this was a little inappropriate for a teacher to be this way with a student. Yet as he stood up you noticed the similarity. It clicked. This boy was Armin Arlert and this man was his father. The principal.

"This lady helped me." Armin looked up at you with sparkling blue eyes.

When Armin looked up at you, he saw an angel. Or at least it was like that. Earlier he had knocked into two boys a year ahead. He was sure they would beat him up. But then she stopped them.

"I want to thank you for helping my son." Later on that day principal Arlert sat down with you.

"It's no problem. Is this a common occurrence?"

"I suspect it is. But my son isn't very open about these things. I think it must be hard for him to have his father as the principal."

"Doesn't he have friends?"

"Yes. Their names are Mikasa and Eren. But I think he still feels isolated."

"How long has this been going on for?"

"Since he came here. I've been thinking about moving him." The idea made your stomach turn. As a child you yourself had been a victim of bullying. And always the teachers did nothing. You learned to fend for yourself. But it was a long, hard road. No child under your care would be treated as such.

"Mr. Arlert, I promise your son won't have to move."

As fate would have it, you were also this boys teacher. And as promised, you kept an eye out. His friends Mikasa and Eren were always there to protect him. Every time somebody knocked a book out of his hands, or kicked dirt in his face, they were there.

Of course you played your part. You made sure that Armin was safe, just as you did for every other student.

One day, you found Armin sitting alone in the library. The second he saw you, Armin hid the book behind his back. Thinking he was up to something, you asked him to show you.

Nervously, Armin showed you a book. It was a book about oceanology. Flipping through the pages, you saw that the content was well beyond the level of a first grader. You were impressed. Armin was smart, but you never knew he was this advanced.

"Wow, Armin! Are you really reading this?" He nodded and looked down at his shoes, as if being caught in wrongdoing. It was strange, why was he acting as if reading was bad?

"Armin... are you alright?" He stammered and nervously looked around. The entire library was empty except for you two.

You soon found out that the reason Armin hid the book was because kids would bully the boy for preferring to read while everyone else played.

You spoke with Armin, trying to encourage him to feel comfortable with reading in public again.

After marriage to his father: It was in the fourth grade that you became part of his family. Of course this meant that you had to move schools. But it was worth it. Honestly, this was the happiest you had been in years. Of course Armin was excited. Surprised no doubt, but happy never the less. Over the past couple years, he had become more confident and sure of himself.

No longer did he hide his love of reading, made new friends and definitely had something going on with a classmate. Her name was Annie and although she had a cold as ice exterior, softened around the boy. You were glad to see that Armin had broken out of his shell.

Headcounts about your relationship with Armin:

Because he lost his mother so young in life, it was a new experience. As the principal of a school it was hard for Mr.Arlert to come home early. So having a mother cooking dinner in the kitchen was new.

He enjoyed the small things you did for him. Even something as small as breakfast made his day.

Armin loved his father, or course he did. But it was something new to have a mother figure in his life. You encouraged him to progress beyond what others had in store. Up till now, he had excepted to become a principal, or at least a teacher. Just as his father, grandfather and so on had done. It was you who told him to aspire to what he wanted.

One day Armin was laying on his bed, nose deep in a book as per usual. You walked in to tell Armin that dinner was ready. He set down the book on marine biology. "Enjoying your book?" He nodded. At least he was no longer embarrassed about others finding him reading anymore.

"You know, have you thought about studying the sea in university?" Some might say that this was an overly strenuous question to impose on a fourth grader. But Armin had long since proved that he could advance himself beyond his classmates.

"I don't know. I'm, my dad-" But he was cut of with a hand on his shoulder. "Your father will be happy with whatever you chose. And I think it would give him no greater joy than to see you pursue your dream." You walked to the door, but turned back. " And I would too."

Many years later, Armin found himself all grown. With a place of his own, job and a fiancé. He was not a principal like his father and grandfather had been. Instead, he chose the path of a marine biologist. Just as he wanted. He busied himself by making dinner. After years of you cooking, it was finally his turn. When the doorbell rang, he rushed to open the door. You were still so beautiful, even if age had caught up. Out of everyone, you were the one to inspire him to follow his path.

His Armin wrapped around you. His mother.

#aot #snk #armin arlert #armin #armin arlert x reader #armin x reader fluff #armin artlert x reader fluff #armin aot #Armin Artlert #armin headcanons #attack on titan armin artlert

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briamichellewrites · 1 year

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Bradley and Elliot had come up with a plan. She was going to give him full custody after their baby was born and she would sign away her rights. Being a mother was never something she wanted. He promised to work on his sobriety. Jon was still in the background, listening to everything being said. After Bradley left, she told him she was going to the bathroom to throw up. Thanks for sharing, baby. She didn’t hear him, and she ran as fast as she could.

Mike and Brad were exhausted from the drama of everything going on. All they wanted was each other. They turned their phones off, so they could eat dinner in peace. It was nice not to think about anything except each other. It felt like a genuine date. Mike didn’t know that Rob was trying to get a hold of him. It was only an hour later while cleaning up the kitchen did he check his phone.

Hey, I was just eating dinner. What’s going on? – Mike

He was at the hospital with one of his kids, Kenny. Was he okay? What happened? He had been jumped by some older kids. They beat him up pretty badly for being gay. The police were investigating it as a hate crime. He was going to stay with him because his mother was unable to get off work early. After calling him, he asked if he needed someone to be there with him.

Jason was on his way. He needed someone to talk to until he showed up because of his anxiety. Yeah, of course. Was Kenny going to be okay? Yeah. He had a black eye, a broken nose, a busted lip, as well as cuts and bruises all over his body. What he was feeling was anger. Kenny was one of the nicest kids he had ever met. He had every right to be angry. Did he want to take the next day off, so he could be at the hospital? Yeah, thanks. Okay, he would tell the band he had an emergency.

He wanted to cry but not until he got home because he wanted to be strong for him. They continued talking until Jason showed up.

The following morning, they all noticed Rob was missing. Mike just explained that he had an emergency with one of his kids. He asked to respect their privacy. Okay. Could he say if the kid was okay? Yeah, he is. Okay. That was all they needed to know. Brad could see the look of exhaustion in his eyes. He ordered him to sleep when he got home. They didn’t want him back in the hospital. He would. Thank you.

Kenny was in pain. He had told the police what he remembered happening. On his way home from school, he was grabbed from behind before being pushed down to the ground. That was when they started punching and kicking him. They called him names like a gay boy and the f-word while laughing. He told them to stop but it only made them mad. How many were there? He couldn’t tell but he heard at least three different voices.

They picked him up before pushing him down again. He didn’t know how long they were beating him but it seemed like a long time. Did it happen on school property? It happened right outside the school gate. He was screaming because it hurt. All of a sudden, they stopped and ran off. He could hear adults talking to him and he heard one of them screaming to call the police.

The school had security cameras, so they would have to review the tape. Did the kids at school know he was gay? Yeah, he wasn’t ashamed of it. He had kids saying mean things to him but he always ignored them. They told him he was going to hell. Rob was so angry. He didn’t deserve to be physically assaulted. At fourteen years old, Kenny was a child. He hoped they would find the kids who hurt him and put them in jail or whatever sentence was appropriate for them.

His mother was also very angry. She wanted to pull him out because she felt he was no longer safe. The principal was cooperating with the police. The school was allowing students to attend therapy sessions with the school counselor if they needed a place to talk or cry. They had heard about the attack on the news and it spread like wildfire.

Some kids were hugging each other while crying. Some of them made cards for him. They were put into a spare box to be given to him by the principal. She delivered them after school the following day to his mother. They were going to do everything they could to find out who did this and hold them accountable. She thanked her. After bringing them to him, he and his mother went through them together while crying tears of gratitude.

Kenny, I am so sorry this happened! Out of everyone, you are the reason why I go to school every day. I can’t wait to see your smiling face and your positive energy. – Ashley

Rob told his band what happened when he got back. They were horrified and they were as angry as he was. He told them that Kenny was one of those kids who was always very positive and happy. His mother was raising him by herself after her divorce from his father. The divorce was mostly why she signed him up for the youth group. She wanted him to have a positive male role model.

“It could be raining out and we planned to go to the park. He would shrug his shoulders and joke about the flowers getting a bath.”

“How old is he?”

“He’s fourteen. Yesterday was the first time I saw him cry.”

“Can we help him or his mother”, Brad asked.

He would ask his mother. Kenny was discharged from the hospital after twenty-four hours. He didn’t have any signs of head trauma. His mother was told to keep him home for the rest of the week, so he could rest. It was also recommended that she sought out treatment for his trauma. She would do that.

When they got home, they were greeted by balloons, cards, stuffed animals, and a sign that said, WE STAND WITH KENNY! WE LOVE YOU, KENNY! They brought everything inside and put them on the kitchen table. He was still in pain from his injuries but he still went through every card before crying again. Kids from every grade level had taken their time to make him a card. Even kids he didn’t even know. He felt loved and appreciated.

The stuffed animals went beside his bed to remind him of the kindness in the world. He wanted to hug everyone who gave him a card or stuffed animal or balloon. The sign went on his wall where he could always see it. His broken nose was in a splint and his bruises were healing.

“Hay algo bueno en el mundo, hijo mío. A veces simplemente no puedes verlo”, his mother said.

(There is good in the world, my boy. Sometimes you just can’t see it.)

He nodded. “Eso es lo que me estoy recordando a mí mismo. Gracias, mamá.”

(That’s what I’m reminding myself of. Thanks, mama.)

“Descansa aquí mientras yo preparo la cena. Carga tu juego y juega un rato.”

(You rest here while I make dinner. Load up your game and play for a while.)

He got his controller before loading up his PlayStation on his tv. Mario Cart. It was his favorite and it always helped him feel better when he was having trouble. For a while, he could forget about the attack and be in pain. Maybe he could finally beat the level he had been struggling with! He waited for it to load up while he put his new stuffed dog in his lap.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon @fiickle-nia @boricuacherry-blog

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Fnaf revival au(part 18): when the MC(missing children) were in high school, they were the popular kids right of the bat. The reason was because the students thought they looked cool and wanted to hang out with them, although other students didn’t like this and decided to take matters into their own hands. Gabriel had got into a fight with another student and the student was this pretty boy charmer who claims that Gabriel stole the spotlight from him, so he decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. Of course Gabriel fought back and he was actually winning this fight, that is until this pretty boys posse came along to help. That’s when Gabriel started to lose a little, but luckily Susie saw this fight going down and she wasn’t having none of it. Susie had stepped in to see what was going on until one of the pretty boys members punched her in the face, this is what ticked Susie off. For the people who don’t know this yet, when Susie was a kid In middle school she decided to take karate lessons to learn to defend herself better and also decided to take more lessons as a teenager, so she used that knowledge to defeat these guys who were hurting her friend. She and Gabriel combined their two strengths and managed to knock out all of the dudes including the pretty boy(and they beat him up badly). The teachers came out to see what happened only to find Gabriel and Susie beating up the pretty boy, one of the teachers told all three of them to go to the nurse and after that go to the principals office. Susie and Gabriel did their very best to explain what and why it happened and the PB(pretty boy) told the most obnoxious and conniving lie ever(he told the principal that they were being mean to him and that they both started the fight). And to the surprise of both Susie and Gabriel the principal believed PB(pretty boy). so the principal called both their parents for a meeting on what happened and when both Michelle(Gabriel’s mom) and jasper(Susie’s dad) got there and were updated on the whole situation, they were actually proud of their children for standing up for themselves(and against a whole group none the less). The principal tried to explain to the parents that the school doesn’t condone fighting, even for self defense. This made jasper(Susie’s dad)extremely mad at the principal for even saying that. But after some convincing, the principal agreed to let the kids off with a warning and then they left. The next day the whole school applauded both Gabriel and Susie for taking out the pretty boy and his posse, everyone in the school was so tired of PB’s arrogance and being so annoying. Susie and Gabriel updated Jeremy and fritz on the situation(they were both sick and couldn’t come into school today) and they were actually happy about it and very impressed on Susie’s ability to take out a whole group.

#fnaf #fnaf revival au #something i’ve been thinking about for a while #fnaf missing kids #gabriel #fritz #jeremy #susie

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writer-akihiko · 3 years

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Hi! If that's okay could i request some angst for the first years (+Grim, Crewel and Crowley? Platonic only for them)

MC/Yuu runs away from NRC due to all the shit they've been put through because of Crowley not doing his job, they do finally find them some days later but MC refuses to go back to NRC and tells Crowley that they despise him.

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First Years + MC Running Away [+Plat!Crewel & Crowley]

I love the angst for this, and planning the emotions that they would feel! The dorm leaders also make a cameo in Crewel and Crowley's part. Cut for length.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Emotional Manipulation, Curse Words, Wounds and Mild Violence. Please read at your own discretion.

"I'm not going back."

"Wh... What?" He was astonished. "YN... I've looked far and wide for you- please-"

No words left his mouth as you stepped away from him, tears in your eyes and you were going to make a run for it again.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek was in a dilemma. He wanted to go back to NRC because of Malleus, but you refused to. You still meant a lot to him of course, but he still wanted to stay in NRC. He reached out to you, holding you in place with his Fae strength.

"YN, we have to go back. Please don't be unreasonable," He begged. There was no way he wasn't going without you.

You shook your head, trying to tug against Sebek as much as possible. There was no way you could fight against him, and you wouldn't want to hurt him either. "Sebek... Sebek just let me go. I'm just a human and..."

The moment was ruined with Crowley showing up, yelling at Sebek to bring you back. You mustered as much of your voice as you could. "No! Don't take me back!" You screamed at Sebek, who was holding you in a lock. "I hate him! I hate him, don't do this to me Sebek!"

His grip almost loosened at you saying you hated Crowley. Actually, he thought it was directed at him. It took a lot of effort for Sebek not to cry because he knew. He knew how much you didn't deserve the things you faced. The Overblots, the treatment and sheer alienation from other students, Crowley's neglect... He knew.

He blamed himself for getting so caught up in what his Master was doing that he forgot to care about you. When he found out that you ran away, he felt as if he deserved it. He pulled you in, tucking you against his chest and allowing you to cry.

He didn't bring you closer to the others, neither did he bring you away. He kept you close to him, as your tears stained his perfect uniform. Not a word came from him when you cried into him. It was kept that way, as the half-Fae dared to growl at Crowley and anyone else that took a step closer to you.

"YN... You're safe with me, alright?"

Ace Trappola

He told himself that he wouldn't get mad, but your refusal just rubbed salt in wounds as he remembered the sleepless nights of trying to find you. Beneath all of it, he was scared. He was scared that he lost you to some one else. He was scared that this world never suited you, and you finally went to your own, leaving him alone.

"What do you mean you're not going back?! YN, stop screwing around with me!" He screamed, throwing his magic pen to the ground. At this point, he was pissed about anything relating to magic. Magic was useless when it came to finding you.

"I'm not going so leave me alone Ace..." You told him, tears nearing at your eyes. "I don't want to. I don't want to. I'm done with Crowley's shit and I'm done with NRC."

You took a running start, but Ace caught you, pushing you to the ground. His expression caught you off-guard. He was crying, eyes puffy and tired as his face was pale, as if he hadn't gotten enough sleep.

"You're done?! How could you... I..." He didn't know what to say. You were right. You had dealt with enough. You never deserved it... If it weren't for him and his troublemaking ways... Maybe you wouldn't have to suffer...

"I'm sorry..." He coughed out, his voice strained. He kept you pinned on the ground, as his tears flowed with yours. "I'm sorry for being an idiot. I'm sorry for dragging you into trouble. I know you don't deserve it but I'm an asshole that does anyway..."

"Ace..."

"But!..." He went on, his eyes glossing over as he admired you once again. Oh... you were beautiful to him, even if you were crying in his arms. "But I'm selfish. I didn't want to let you go so I went after you instead... So hit me if you want, scream or punch me... I don't care, just don't leave me."

He sat up, pulling you into his lap, his chin under your head. "I was so lonely without you YN..."

"Godammit I love you..." He choked out, his tears never-ending. You both sat there, hugging each other as if it were your last days. You didn't dare to let go of him this time.

Deuce Spade

He didn't know how to respond. All he knew was that he had to hold onto you before you ran away from him once again. "YN... Wait... Don't leave!"

He wondered if he even made the right choice to stay on the side of bringing you back. From just the look of you, he knew you were tired. He knew those responsibilities were never yours. Your suffering just proved to Deuce how powerless he was. Maybe that's why he wanted to bring you back... as proof that he could do something for you.

"YN... I'm sorry..." He said, holding you close to him. There wasn't a thing he could do for you. All you went through... It was Crowley's irresponsibility. He did this to you. Deuce's grip tightened on you, as he though of what it could've done to your psyche. "YN... YN... I'll make sure he doesn't touch you. I'll make sure that he never comes near you again... YN, you trust me right?"

For all the times he wasn't with you, he was determined to make up for it. Deuce wasn't going to let you suffer through this alone, even if it means he gets hurt. It was better for him to get hurt than you, even though he was so desperate to ask Crowley to find you.

You nodded, hiding into Deuce's chest. His heart was beating so fast, most likely from the never ending search for you. You never regretted running away, but you missed Deuce and your other friends, and Grim too. The one thing you regretted was accepting Crowley's offer to stay here.

"I don't care what you do to me," You told him. "Just don't take me back. I don't to go back. I don't want to go back to NRC..." Your body trembled at the thought of moving back to NRC, but all thoughts of it were abandoned as you saw Crowley approach you.

You screamed, but he never touched you. Deuce stood in the way, as he shielded you with his own body. He pushed you back, as he grabbed tightly onto his magic pen. Abandoning all morals of propriety, he glared hard at the principal.

"...Don't touch her."

Jack Howl

He wasn't going to let you run away this time. "Don't move."

Jack couldn't believe that he found you so quickly. No, that wasn't it. He couldn't believe that you were still here. Despite him having a scent on you, you could've been miles away without him knowing. He thought you went back to your own world. He thought you hated him, but by the way you hugged him, it reassured him of any thoughts he had.

There was not single part of you that did not tremble when Jack told you he wanted to take you back. Your sheer refusal turned into an argument quickly, as you listed all the sufferings you went through. It was confusing and agonising for Jack to listen to you. He knew you needed this, but some of the things you said sent shivers down his spine.

"I…"

"It's okay YN. You don't have to go back," He whispered to you. Jack's ears flattened as yours tears made your eyes puffy. He got flustered since he didn't know how to comfort you any further, busying himself with wiping away your tears instead.

Jack was sharp. He knew Crowley was out to get you, even if you didn't want to. He wanted the easy way out, but Jack wasn't going to give him the chance. There was no reason why Jack shouldn't help you… but he'd be lying if he weren't scared of what would happen if you both were caught.

You and Jack had the same train of thought, so you shook your head. "No Jack… I have to…" You told him, your voice raspy. "You already found me and there's no use. You… You can't outrun him with me…"

Jack growled, baring his teeth at the person who caused you such misery. His claws were out, as he hid you behind him. You didn't make a sound, paralysed by the very person that pulled you in this hell. You only met eyes with Crowley for a moment, as the world swirled around you.

"I know I can't… But I'm sure as hell am going to try…" Jack ran away from the principal, with you tightly in his arms as he made a run for it.

Epel Felmier

He was more than angry. He never understood why you and him but now it was evident. It was because both of you were stubborn. You both always tried to grasp what you wanted, and in the light of attaining it, you both always made a run for it. For him it was power… and for you, it was freedom.

"Damn it!..." He cursed underneath his breath, quickly removing his jacket and covering your head in it. You were probably hungry and tired. You were probably scared. What was he supposed to do?...

How did it come to this? He was supposed to be the one that supported your desires, no matter how big or small as you did the same to him. But now, with him using Crowley to get to you… What was he doing? This was hurting you, not helping you.

He moved away from you, ripping off the magical tracking device off of him. "You damn liar!" He screamed. "How dare you hurt her like this… Do you think I'm some stupid puppet?! Like hell you're gonna reach her with my help!"

Epel stomped and tore the device apart, grunting at every time the magic deflection hit him. He didn't stop, ripping further into the grass as he cried for your sake. He never meant to do this to you. He got up, taking you by the wrist and pulling you much deeper into the forest.

"YN… YN we have to go. They were tracking me and they- they might…"

You stopped in your tracks.

"YN?"

You hugged Epel, holding him tight. He snapped out of his delusions, turning to panic about your well-being. "Are you hurt? If you can't walk I'll carry you, but we have to get away-"

"Stop Epel," You said, taking his hands into yours. "Stop… It's okay… I'm okay… I can't make it any further and I don't blame you… I just… wanted it to not hurt for a bit."

He broke down in your arms, as you both collapsed to the ground. Filled with exhaustion, you could only grip to his hands weakly. Before your eyes darkened, you remembered his last words.

"I'm sorry…"

Divus Crewel

He's horrified at your state. All his emotions were bottled for the time being. There was no reason for a puppy like you to be exposed to such horrid emotions from him. He shrugs off his fluffy coat, covering you in the coat, as he carries you in the coat.

Dire was quick to catch up to him, but alas, all that Divus had for him was disappointment. Even from teacher to teacher, no… even from magician to magician… all respect for Dire that he had vanished. The dorm leaders caught up with the principal, and from the looks of it, they were horrified.

"For this puppy to end up like this…"

No, he couldn't get angry now. He had to be the example to other students. Rosehearts, Al-Asim and Ashengrotto were in tears, while Draconia and Kingscholar were murderous. If it weren't the difference of authority, Divus would bet those two would maul Dire where he stood.

"Draconia. Schoenheit. Take YN away and treat her wounds," He commanded. Still wrapped in his coat, Malleus brought you to the others, as Vil observed for any of your wounds. Divus signalled the other students away as he took off one of his gloves, glaring at Dire. "I need to talk with the principal."

Dire was still, as Divus delivered a clean punch across his face. There was no need for further violence. It'd be an insult to what you suffered. Divus grabbed Dire by the collar, almost sneering at him. "Did you realise what you've done to that puppy? She's scared, she's suffered all because of you."

He left Dire alone. It's what he deserved. There was nothing to be done. If he further pummeled the crow man, he might just kill him right then and there. Divus, for now, had to be by your side as your father figure and welcome you back safely to NRC as you were meant to be. Before leaving, he picked up his sullied glove from the floor, saying his last to Dire.

"You don't deserve to be her father."

Dire Crowley

He was ashamed to use his magic on you, but he had to prevent you from running. It was a necessary measure, but the real thorns were your words that pierced through his heart. You yelled insults, curses and cusses at him as if you were held at gunpoint, your lungs exhausted from the constant shrieking.

"No no! Let me go," You begged. "I hate you, I hate you I hate you!" You chanted it as if it were a spell. "I wish you never took me in. Don't touch me!"

The words were enough for the magic to weaken, granting you your escape. Dire was not swift enough, but the Dorm Leaders were. They heard everything, every complaint you threw at Dire and every insult you had for him. Malleus caught you, but as soon you knew it was him, you pushed him away.

"No… NO! I am NOT GOING BACK!" You cried, holding your head in your hands, crouching into a ball. Leona quickly knocked you out. If you went on, you would've hurt yourself and the injuries you sustained from running away was concerning enough.

Against all odds, those seven turned to the principal, with faces of betrayal. All you had been through… They did not realise what burden Dire, and subsequently, they placed on you.

"Crowley… you were never gracious."

Dire was hopeless. He couldn't comfort you, he knew he couldn't be forgiven. He stood in his place, accepting his fate at the moment. He couldn't ask for your mercy nor forgiveness, and perhaps that was his fate. To be cursed by whoever he neglected.

"Please, take care of her for now."

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princessbatears · 2 years

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Not Quite Casual - Chapter 4

Casa Werewolf Series #4

Chapters 1 | 2 | 3

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x Werewolf Single Mom f!Reader Summary: When Javi comes over for supper, you find him opening up your heart in new and profound ways Warnings: mild TUWOMT spoilers, language, discussion of child-on-child bullying and violence, some alcohol consumption, grief, discussion of parental/spousal death, discussion of fatal car accident Words: 3k

The Wolf is smug as you drive the couple of miles to Bo’s school. I told you he’s trustworthy!

As usual, she’d been right.

The earring excuse had not been smooth, especially considering the time of the morning you’d barged in. And being on the verge of a meltdown while you wandered through his house hadn’t been great, either. But, somehow, it’d turned out so much better than you ever could have expected.

Javi’s immediate, self-directed action to destroy the footage of your children had demolished your reservations about him. Then, his gentleness with you and surprisingly open response to lycanthropy had made you feel incredibly safe.

You want to be around him. You want your children around him. And you know he wants to be around you, too. His interest in you would be obvious to someone who isn’t a werewolf, but you also smell the changes in his body chemistry and hear how his heart beat quickens when you’re close. You like it. A lot.

Is that something you should be feeling guilty for?

It’s been 34 moons since Ivan. Wolf’s gentle in her reminder. We want another mate, you know we do.

Again, she’s right. A part of you will always love and grieve your late husband, but you’ve still got so much life ahead of you. You want a partner and you want your children to have a father. Maybe there could even be another baby or two.

A deep yearning rises in you, but you force it back down as you park in the primary school’s parking lot. You need to focus on Bo right now; your other desires can come later.

Being late doesn’t earn you any points with Bo’s principal or the parents of the boy he assaulted. The parents demand Bo be expelled and/or charges be pressed against him. You manage to calmly explain Bo’s side of the events, which the parents claim could not have happened because their son “isn’t a bully.”

There’s a moment when you’re certain things are going to get very bad, but the principal, who looks like he’d literally rather be anywhere else, finally pulls up a cell phone video on his computer. It turns out that another student had filmed the other boy’s vitriolic attack on Astrid before the brawl began, coming forward with it after Bo ran away.

You feel a slightly demented pleasure at watching the other parents’ faces grow sick as they witness their precious son’s cruelty. They stammer out how they don’t know where he could have learned such a thing, blah, blah, blah.

The principal ends up suspending both boys for the remaining two days of the week and threatening to expel them should such a thing happen again. No more bullying of any kind will be tolerated.

For you, it’s better than you’d hoped, so you’re grateful. You thank the principal, smile too sweetly at the couple, and walk out into the hall to wait for Bo to be sent out.

About five minutes later, a teacher’s assistant walks Bo into you. His heart is hammering and he’s got that hard set to his jaw that he gets when he’s upset.

The TA tells you, “He’s got all of his assignments for the rest of the week.”

You take Bo’s backpack from him. “Let’s go home.” Hand resting soothingly on his shoulder, you guide him out of the building.

“Are you mad?” he finally asks once you reach the parking lot.

“No, just concerned.”

“But you were all upset this morning!” His voice trembles.

Shit, of course the kids picked up on your anxiety. Normal children know when their parents are upset, but werewolf children can sense all the changes in body chemistry, so it heightens their perception.

Pausing, you crouch in front of him. “I wasn’t upset about that, I promise. I had some grown-up things on my mind, which have been taken care of.” You don’t know when you’ll tell your kids what happened with Javi, but you definitely want them to be all together.

“How long am I kicked out of school for?”

“Just the rest of the week.” Stroking his cheek, you shrug. “We’ll make sure you don’t get behind. You can do your school work while I do my work.”

He makes a face.

“This isn’t vacation, Bo. You can’t get behind.”

“Okay,” Bo sighs.

You start walking to the car again. “You know, that other kid got suspended, too.”

He perks up at this. “Arlo got suspended?"

“Yep. I guess one of your classmates filmed him being cruel and then the fight. So, that’s some justice.”

Looking up at you tentatively, he asks, “Did you see the fight?”

You nod solemnly. “I did. And I stand by what I said last night. We need to find a way to help you deal with your feelings that doesn’t result in hurting someone unnecessarily. I’m thinking about ways. And I’d like you to come up with some things that you feel might help, too.”

Bo nods.

He’s old enough to be hunting, the Wolf chides.

The triplets have reached an age where they should be hunting during the full moon, but you’ve been putting it off by enrolling Bo and Tallulah in soccer to help stimulate them physically and mentally. Astrid gets too nervous during competitive activities, so you just make sure she runs around after school every day.

But Bo’s violent outbursts might be an indication that, in addition to the stress of losing his father and moving countries at such an early age, he needs to actually be engaging his Wolf more. And that means you need to figure out what to do before the full moon next week.

When you pick the girls up from school later that day, there’s thankfully little drama about Bo’s suspension. They make sure he’s not too upset before chattering about their own days. Tallulah proudly shares that she’s already the top reader of the class three weeks into the school year and Astrid is very concerned about a purple paint spot in her dress.

After setting them up with a snack and pre-treating Astrid’s dress, you join them at the kitchen table. “After you finish eating, I want you to clean up your rooms. Javi is coming for supper.”

All three pairs of eyes raise to you excitedly. “Can we go to the park? I want to show him my backflip!” Astrid grins.

“We’ll see if he has time” you smile. You’ve decided to see how this supper goes before telling the kids that he knows you’re all werewolves. You need to know if he can actually handle what he knows before giving them a reason to let their guard down more.

While they begin the process of tidying their rooms, which will honestly take all afternoon considering how easily they get distracted, you turn on some music and begin cooking.

There’s a thrill to preparing the meal that you haven’t felt in a long, long time. Even though this isn’t an official date with Javi, but it still feels like something not quite casual.

“My books go on that side!” Tallulah snaps from the girls’ bedroom.

Astrid’s quick to retort, “Your books take up the whole shelf!"

“I have more books!”

“But that’s more than half!” Then, the expected whine, “Mama, Tallulah–”

Without having to raise your voice, you respond, “I can either make us supper or I can referee your fight. You choose.”

“I want supper!” Bo bellows from his bedroom.

Then, you hear Tallulah and Astrid feverishly arguing in whispers that you could understand if you turned down the music, but you’re not that interested.

As the afternoon fades into evening, there’s a knock on the door. “Can I get it?” Bo asks excitedly, zooming into the kitchen.

“Not this time,” you say. There’s still enough caution in you to want to make sure Javi didn’t decide in the last eight hours that he might not be okay with werewolves, after all. “Go make one last sweep of your room.”

He pouts for a second, but your stern gaze makes him scamper back down the hall.

You walk to the door and unlock the deadbolt while leaving the chain latched to allow only a two inch gap. Javi is standing on your doorstep with a bottle of wine and three small, wrapped boxes. When he sees you, he grins. “¡Buenas noches!”

His body language is relaxed and open and there’s no indication of deception in his heart rate or body chemistry. He really is here just to have a good time.

Smiling, you undo the chain and open the door. “¡Buenas noches! Come in.”

Javi enters and bends towards you, like he might greet you with the customary air kisses, but then stops himself, looking briefly unsure. You lean in instead, pressing your right cheek to his right cheek and making the quick kissing noise in the air. He follows suit. Then, you repeat with the left.

The contact of his slightly scratchy beard and warm skin against yours sends heat through your body. You hear his heart pick up, too. The Wolf paces eagerly inside you.

When you separate, he holds out the bottle of wine. “You said you’re making cod, so I got a white wine. And these are for the niños.” He nods at the boxes.

“That’s so sweet, thank you.” Then, you turn in the direction of the rest of the apartment. “Javi’s here!” You take the bottle of already-chilled wine from him.

There’s a rush of feet as Tallulah, Bo and Astrid skid to a stop in front of Javi, all shouting enthusiastic greetings.

He grins. “These are for you.” He hands a gift to each of them.

They rip into them and are delighted to find a box of assorted chocolates. The chorus of thank yous makes him smile even more broadly.

“Can we have one now?” Bo asks eagerly.

“Just one.” You’re not worried about them ruining their appetites—it’s hard to ruin werewolf appetites—but you don’t want them bouncing off the walls, either.

Bo and Astrid grab the nearest chocolate to shove into their mouths while Tallulah looks at the back of the box, carefully deciding which flavor she wants to eat.

You lead Javi into the living room, the children trailing behind as they eat their treats. “Supper’s almost ready. Please make yourself at home. Would you like a glass of wine now?”

“I’d love one. Is there anything I can do to help?”

While you appreciate him asking, you’re not convinced this man has ever cooked a dish or set a table in his life. “Just relax here with the kids.” You turn to your little pack. “I’ll take the chocolates for later.”

The boxes are reluctantly handed over, along with the wrapping paper and bows. You return to the kitchen to put away everything and pour wine.

From the living room, you hear Javi’s sweet responses to Bo telling his suspension woes and Tallulah reiterate how proud she is of making the first spot on the reading list. He’s patient and knows how to answer in a way that will make them feel heard.

You uncork the wine bottle and pour a couple of glasses. It’s as you’re putting the bottle in the fridge that you hear Astrid saying, “That’s all of us from when we were littler with Mama and Daddy.”

“What a beautiful family,” Javi says warmly.

They must be looking at the gallery wall. A complicated rush of emotions floods you at the idea of another man witnessing your memories with Ivan. Wedding pictures, the one of him kissing your massive, pregnant belly, photos of the triplets as tiny babies, of the five of you through the first few years of their lives.

“Daddy died right after that picture was taken,” Tallulah says somberly. “A really big truck smushed his car. It was the new moon.”

Your stomach tightens at the sadness in her voice.

Javi hums softly. “I’m so sorry, cariño. I can’t imagine how much you miss him.”

“A lot,” Bo sighs.

Grabbing the glasses, you walk to the kitchen doorway and peer out into the living room. Javi is standing with Bo and Tallulah on either side of him in front of the gallery of photographs. At first you can’t see see Astrid, but then you spot her in front of Javi, little fingers hanging onto his big hand. He’s gently rubbing them with his thumb.

Something about the scene makes you want to cry. Maybe it’s how fresh the loss can feel when viewed their young eyes. Maybe it’s how sweet he’s being. Maybe it’s that there’s someone besides you to comfort your children.

You don’t move, not wanting to interrupt.

“And this is Luls and me at fútbol camp!” Bo says excitedly, jolting you out of the spell as he jumps up towards a picture of Tallulah and him this past summer at their camp.

“I painted this picture!” Astrid adds, tugging Javi towards the other end of the wall to where you’ve framed some of her favorite art pieces. She’s most pleased with an excellent rendition of a tiger.

“It’s beautiful!”

You walk over like you’d just arrived and hand Javi his wine glass. “Thank you,” he smiles, although his eyes are searching yours. You smile wider, not wanting to bring down the mood again with your own grief.

“I’m so hungry,” Bo moans, clutching at his stomach.

“Seven minutes, then we can eat.”

Tallulah finally takes her eyes off of the family portrait. “Want to see our rooms?” she asks Javi.

“Yeah! Start with me and Luls room!” Astrid, who still hasn’t let go of Javi’s hand, tries to pull him again.

You interject, “After supper, okay? Let Javi drink his wine.”

“But we’re going to the park after so Javi can see my backflip!”

You’re honestly a little surprised at how comfortable your littlest is with him. While she’d warmed up to him the night before, it usually takes her several visits with someone to want to engage with them on this level.

Turning your gaze back to Javi, you say, “I don’t know how late you can stay, but, if you have time, the children would like to take you to the park across the street.”

He lights up so thoroughly that you swear the room just got brighter. “I would love nothing more!”

The children run across the grass to the playground toys as you walk at Javi’s pace. It’s dusk and the park will be closing soon, so it’s empty of other children.

“Thank you for being so sweet with the kids. Especially about their father,” you say quietly.

“I lost my father a few years ago. Our relationship was complicated, but I understand how intense a loss it can be.”

Your heart goes out to him. “I’m so sorry.”

“Thanks. I can’t imagine losing a parent as little as they were.”

“When it happened, they didn’t really understand death yet. As they’ve gotten older, there’s been new levels of processing and grief.”

He looks at you with that endless earnestness. “That’s a lot, handling your own grief and helping them with theirs. You’re doing an amazing job.”

You take a beat to let the compliment sink in. It’s so easy to get caught up in what you feel like you’re doing wrong that you forget to honor yourself for how much you have done right. “That really means a lot to hear.”

The kids have reached the playground and are now climbing on the monkey bars, laughing and egging each other on.

You and Javi sit on the nearby bench to watch. You smile curiously at him. “You know an awful lot about me and my family, but I don’t know much about you. Aside you have a fish named Marci and no children.”

Chuckling, Javi shrugs. “There’s not much to tell. Never married, although I came close once a few years ago. The olive groves have been in my family a long time. I head the business. My younger brother, David, is an actor based in the U.S. We’re quite close, so I understand some of the bond the niños share.”

Hearing he has a brother he loves so much warms you up to him even more. “Having good family connections really is a blessing.”

Astrid yells from the monkey bars, “Javi, look!”

Javi turns his attention to her. She’s hanging by her knees. Then, she flips off, spinning through the air in a loose fetal position. He gasps, mildly alarmed, until she lands on her feet.

Grinning, he applauds wildly. “That was amazing, Astrid!”

She basks under the glow of his praise and runs to do it again.

For a half hour, you and Javi cheer on the children and chat about your respective jobs. You share that you work part-time for an ex-pat health insurance company that allows you very flexible hours to supplement Ivan’s life insurance money. He explains more about the ins and outs of the olive business and the various products made with them.

You feel such a sense of calmness around him. Not only do you not have to hide your lycanthropy, but you also don’t have to act like you have your life totally together. And it’s so, so nice.

“We need to head home. It’s almost bedtime,” you call to the kids as the sun disappears completely.

As they’re moaning about “five more minutes,” Javi turns to you. His heart rate has picked up and he’s sweating slightly.

He clears his throat. “I really like you, and I would like to see more of you. If you’re not ready or interested, I understand. But, if you are, may I take you to dinner?”

Your whole body heats up excitedly. The Wolf threatens to take over in her enthusiasm, but you manage to keep her inside by pointing out she can’t verbally answer the question like you can. “I would love to. But could we make it lunch next week while the kids are at school? I don’t have anyone to babysit. And Bo’s home the rest of this week.”

Javi beams. “Lunch it is. What about Monday?”

You smile back with a giddiness you haven’t experienced in a long time. “Perfect.”

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Spanish Translations/Notes: buenas noches - good evening niños - kids cariño - sweetheart/honey/darling

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