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Don’t Tell The RA || Shawn Mendes

Description: RA!Shawn asks for your help with studying for your final exam, but an RA should always expect the unexpected.

A/N: Happy 1st day of my semi-not-really-ficmas! I’m positive I’ve used every winter/Christmas themed fic idea, but I scrounged together a few so here’s the first of the installment. These’ll probably all be pretty short (except for 1 probably bc i have a lot of ideas for it). Also.....if this gif doesn’t look like RA!Shawn trying to get his freshmen boys to stfu so they can start and end the hall meeting ASAP.

Word Count: 2.4k

You were the first person out of the room when your History professor dismissed you, meeting your awaiting roommate Micah across the hall. The two of you started walking back to your dorm without much of a word until she launched into how difficult her calculus exam is going to be.

“At least it’s related to your major. I’m about to fail a gen-ed,” you said as you rolled your eyes. “I’ve never liked History, and this is a literal nightmare.”

“Hey, only one more test, and we’re done,” she reminded you.

Before you could respond to her, you heard your name being yelled from behind you. The both of you stopped and turned around to see Shawn maneuvering his way in and out of people, his tall stature poking out from the rest as you smiled at him.

“Have you started studying for the final yet?” He asked as he fell into step with you and Micah, making your way out of the building.

You practically snorted with a head shake before you said, “Absolutely not. I’ve been so caught up in my biology classes that I’ve barely started looking at this. It’s not looking good for me.”

“We get it. You’re pre-med,” Micah mumbled before you elbowed her.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve cracked open the textbook since the first week,” he said.

“Oh, you opened yours? Mine’s still in the plastic wrap,” you said as proud as you could.

That earned a laugh from Shawn as he shook his head at you.

“You may be worse off than I am,” he said.

He paused for a moment, looking between you and where he had to turn to go to the freshman dorms, opposite campus from the junior ones.

“Would you wanna study tonight?” He asked.

You heard Micah choke on her breath as you prayed he didn’t hear it.

“Yeah, I definitely need it,” you replied.

“Can’t do it in our room,” Micah interjected quickly. “Josie is coming over for calc.”

“We can study at mine,” he said. “If that’s ok with you of course. We just might get interrupted by check-out questions.”

“Sounds just fine with me. I could never do what you do,” you said, looking up at him as he shrugged and looked away, the blush almost evident on his cheeks.

“Well, my room and board is paid for, so I’ll deal with throwing up freshmen in the bathroom at 2 am,” he said. “Does 7 work?”

“Sounds perfect,” you said as you turned to go towards your dorm. “See you then.”

Micah followed behind you as you began to cross campus, waiting until you were clearly out of earshot of Shawn.

“You really had to say we couldn’t do it in our dorm?” You asked as you gripped onto her wrist and she laughed. “Now I have to be extra alone with him.”

“That’s the point,” she said flatly. “Don’t act like you haven’t been staring at him all semester. That man is the total package.”

“And we’re studying together, nothing else,” you quickly pointed out.

“Well it may start that way but-“ you cut her off before she could finish.

“Don’t say something that won’t come true,” you said as you swiped into the building and walked up the stairs to your dorm.

“You wish it will though,” she said in a sing-song voice as you unlocked your door and pushed her in.

“So what are you wearing?” She asked as she whipped open your closet.

“I’m not changing,” you said.

Micah turned around and looked up and down at your sweatpants and sweatshirt with a look of disgust.

“Can you at least put leggings on and a clean sweatshirt? Maybe put your hair in a pony-tail instead of that bun that looks like it was slept in - scratch that - a bun that was slept in,” she said as she threw you a pair of black leggings and a school crewneck.

“This is ridiculous,” you mumbled as you changed.

“You’ll thank me later,” she called after you.

It had started snowing by the time 6:45 came around, and you began your trip across campus. You were regretting not wearing a jacket as you shivered and crossed your arms tightly around your chest.

The person at the front desk smiled at you as you made your way up to Shawn’s dorm, scanning the rooms for the one that said “Residential Assistant” on the front.

You knocked twice once you found it, rocking back and forth on your feet and trying to shake the cold. You glanced around at the winter-themed decorations around the hall before Shawn swung the door open.

“Hey,” he said brightly with that big smile that made you weak. “You look freezing.”

“I am,” you said as he welcomed you in. “Big mistake not wearing a coat.”

You scanned over his room quickly as he shut the door behind the two of you. He had white Christmas lights strung along his window, making for a beautiful reflection mixed with the snow. His overhead light was off, but the lamp beside his futon was on. It was surprisingly clean, but you attributed that to him never knowing when someone was going to need to talk to him.

Two mugs were situated on his desk in the corner of the room. He crossed the room and grabbed one and handed it to you.

“It’s mint tea,” he said. “Helps with studying.”

“Ah, of course,” you said, taking the mug and sitting on his, surprisingly comfortable, futon.

“And a blanket,” he said as he pulled it from the back of the couch. “Since you look like you might have hypothermia.”

“Thank you,” you said softly as you wrapped it tightly around your shoulders.

You pulled out your book and binder, flipping to the study guide that was handed out in class.

“Ok, where do you want to start?” You asked as Shawn pulled his slightly crumpled study guide from where it was tucked in his book.

“Well, I know nothing,” he said as he scanned over the paper. “Actually, I know one.”

“Which one?”

“The one he told us the answer for today.”

“That does not count.”

The two of you determined an order to study from as you kept his open textbook balancing on both of your knees, occasionally having to lean closer to the other to take a look at a passage.

Shawn skimmed the page, pointing at a passage and trying to explain it to you as you looked at him. You couldn’t hear a word he said as you watched how into the topic he got, using his hands to try to express his point. You sent the butterflies to the bottom of your stomach by taking a giant sip of the tea and moving onto the next question.

He asked you the next one, taking the textbook from you as you leaned an arm on the back of the futon. You glanced between him and the mini Christmas tree in the corner as you tried to explain it as best you can without the book as a crutch.

You looked back at him, his head cocked to the side and an interested look on his face. A few curls fell onto his forehead as he studied you. You tried to keep talking as his gaze was unwavering.

“Sounds right to me,” he said, his face dangerously close to yours as he also leaned his arm on the back.

“I honestly wouldn’t know,” you whispered. “Were you even looking at the book to make sure I was right?” You teased.

“I had something else I had to look at,” he said at the same volume.

You felt him lean in as you did the same. You could feel his breath fan over your lips as your hand rested on his knee.

Three solid knocks sent you flying away from each other.

Shawn cursed under his break as he stood up and swung the door open quickly.

“What?” He said to the kid in front of him, who was significantly shorter than Shawn.

“Kevin knocked over the-“ he paused as he saw you watching from across the room. “Oh, sorry, Shawn, I didn’t realize you had a girl over.”

You choked on your sip of tea as Shawn shoved the kid out the door and slammed the door behind him.

You pulled yourself together as you could hear Shawn’s muffled voice through the paper-thin walls.

“Why the fuck would you say that with her right there?” He said.

“I didn’t know! I would’ve gotten the RA on duty if I knew you were on a date,” the kid yelled back.

You could hear Shawn huff and could imagine him tugging at his hair.

“It’s nothing, Cade. It’s literally nothing at all,” Shawn said quickly. Your stomach dropped.

“It didn’t look like nothing,” the kid - Cade - teased back.

“Just tell me what’s going on, so I can study, which is the only thing we were doing,” he trailed off as you could hear the two of them walking down the hall.

You tried not to let yourself get too disappointed as you half packed up some of your stuff, not wanting to overstay your welcome if he didn’t see anything here. You felt yourself begin to overthink, wondering what would’ve happened if he kissed you. If he just wanted something quick before break, a finale to your semester together in class.

You waited patiently, your chin resting on your knees as you tried to look at the study guide with no luck.

The door swung open once again as Shawn came back. He shut the door behind him, running his hands through his hair as he looked over at you, noticing nothing but your study guide sitting out. He felt his stomach drop but didn’t say anything.

“Ok, where were we?” He said as he sat down again, dangerously close as his thigh grazed across yours.

Your breath hitched as he looked over at the study guide in your lap, looking at your one newly highlighted point.

You looked up at him as he asked you a question on the point. It was obvious he was looking at your lips.

You tried to answer the question and steady your shaky voice, but he leaned closer. Before his lips had the chance to press against yours, you rested your hand against his chest.

“Shawn…” you trailed off. “I can’t.”

“I’m so sorry,” he quickly said. “I didn’t - I thought - I’m sorry, I thought there was…” he trailed off as he tried to motion between the two of you as he leaned back.

“I just,” you paused as you let out a breath. “I really don’t want to be a one-night thing before you go back home.”

“Why would you think that?” He asked, an upset look clearly on his face.

“It’s nothing. It’s literally nothing at all,” you quoted him as you played with the edge of the study guide.

He looked at you confused as you looked down at the page, trying to distract yourself.

“Why would you say that? I don’t think this is just nothing,” he said.

“Shawn, these walls are paper-thin,” you snapped as you looked up at him. “I heard you telling the kid that this was nothing, and I don’t want nothing. So I’m stopping it here.”

He rubbed his forehead softly as you tucked your study guide into your binder, opening your backpack to put it away.

“I’m not going to tell one of my residents that he just interrupted something,” Shawn said quickly. “They’re my residents. I’m not about to tell them about my love life. I didn’t know you’d hear that. I swear I don’t think this is just nothing. I just don’t want them to know that stuff about me. There’s no reason to. I’m so sorry if it came off as any other way.”

You watched him continue to get flustered as he stayed relatively close to you, his hand almost hitting your shoulder as he spoke.

“I’ve been crazy about you since the beginning of the semester. I don’t just want to kiss you and forget,” he explained, leaning close to you again.

“Really?” You asked softly.

He smiled back at you, his hand almost resting against your shoulder as he draped it against the back of the futon.

“Really,” he replied.

This time when he leaned in, you let him kiss you. His hand enveloped the side of your face as you rested your hands gently on his chest. He tugged on your hip, and you followed his lead as you climbed onto his lap, smiling into the kiss as his hands stayed planted on your hips, gripping into your sides.

You pulled back before pecking his lips once more, leaning your forehead against his so you could see his big smile.

You glanced outside to see the snow getting worse as you let out a sigh.

“I should get going,” you whispered.

“But it’s a blizzard out there,” he mumbled as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “And you don’t have a coat.” Another kiss at the corner of your lips. “Just stay,” he whispered as his lips met yours again.

“I don’t want to get us in trouble,” you whisper back.

“I know the RA. Don’t worry about it. I can pull some strings if he finds out,” he said with a cocky smile as you rolled your eyes, leaning in again.

“Won’t the residents know?” You mumbled against his lips.

“Let ‘em talk,” he said as his hand rubbed up your side, sending shivers across your body. “I won’t see them for over a month anyway.”

“Well, as long as the RA doesn’t find out, I think maybe I can stay,” you whispered as Shawn flipped you over so your back pressed against the futon and he hovered above you.

“I’ll make sure he never finds out.”

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stickyy · 3 years

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Can I have a gn reader x Aizawa? Maybe a college AU where Aizawa doesn't know how to handle his crush because he was awkward when he was young and ended up a bully who was handsy. Thank you!

EEEE this is my first ask so i hope you like it anon! :D thanks so much for requesting!

DISCLAIMER: i do not condone or encourage any of the behavior outlined in the following text. this is a work of fiction, and should be treated as such. :)

wordcount: 2299

warnings: dubcon, verbal abuse, slight dumbification, forced oral sex, brief mentions of gagging/vomit (doesn’t actually happen), aizawa is an law student asshole, quirkless!AU, ooc? more likely than u think

notes: im not like a writer so when i put this in word count and saw it was 2k words i gasped-

MIDTERM

Without a doubt, Aizawa’s the smartest student in your Civil Procedure lecture. You admire him; you’re both first years, but he already has an incredible work ethic and results to show for it. He works two part-time jobs to help pay for school (alongside his impressive scholarship), studies into the late hours of the night (mostly due to his being kept awake very loud roommate), and, despite a bad habit of regularly showing up to your 8 am class slightly hungover, still manages to produce the top marks in the class.

You’re envious of him, because you’re the exact opposite. Your tuition is paid in full by your parents, you have a wonderfully quiet apartment all to yourself, and you study as best you know how, only to practically fail every assignment. You wish you could be surprised, but the material is a dreadfully bland concoction of boring procedure and esoteric theory that you rarely get further than three or four pages into a chapter. You want to like law, you really do, but there’s something about the intricacies of drafting lawsuits that goes in one ear and out the other. It’s no surprise that you sought out Aizawa’s help, desperate to at least pass the class with a decent grade.

You wish you hadn’t.

You don’t understand what you do that bothers him so deeply, but something about you coaxes cruelty from somewhere dark inside of him. You always scurry towards the back of the lecture hall to grab a seat next to him, doing your best to be quiet and unassuming, but he shoots you a venomous glare or a soft flurry of harsh words. And you get it, to an extent- some days you walk into class chattering a little too loudly on the phone, and on others you loudly shuffle around in your book bag to try finding the notes that you attempted to start for this lecture (if you even brought them that day). You know it’s annoying, but you also know you don’t deserve the downright verbal abuse he throws at you for it.

“It’s hard to take notes if you forget your textbook. Try being prepared for once,” he’ll sigh as he slides his textbook to you. Like a good student, he took notes for lecture the night before, but it still took some convincing for him to spare you his textbook.

“Do you ever shut up?” He’ll interrupt you as you babble about your difficulties understanding the most recent lecture. You want to retort, tell him off for being rude, but the words die in your throat; he radiates an annoying apathy that makes you doubt the efficacy of anything you say to him.

“You wouldn’t fail every assignment if you actually studied. Or maybe, you’re actually just stupid?” He’ll quip as you clutch your paper, a red ‘47’ scrawled in the upper corner of the page littered with your professor's critiques and question marks. By contrast, Aizawa’s paper is pristine, donning a singular red mark of ‘98, nice work!’.

With a well placed glare and the sour baritone of his voice, laced with exhaustion, it’s always enough to make your stomach drop from shame and embarrassment. Under normal circumstances, you’d never allow anyone to speak to you that way, but your grade was a dire situation, and with the midterm upcoming, you forcefully swallow your pride and ask him for his help.

You have to beg, but Aizawa agrees to tutor you the day before the midterm. This grade is a make or break for the class- if you do poorly on this exam, you’ll have to drop the lecture to salvage your gpa, putting you half a semester behind your peers. It’s motivation enough to deal with his poor attitude, and the two of you end up reviewing in an empty studying room on the top floor of the library. You began the session alert and determined to catch up, but studying with him shows you just how far behind you are. The textbook sounds like foreign poetry coming from his mouth; Aizawa is nothing short of eloquent when explaining the complexities of something as boring as filing lawsuits, and you spend most of the two hours spent just zoning out, completely unable to focus.

“You’re just wasting my time at this point.” The break in his cadence snaps you out of your trance, unfocused eyes meeting his tired ones, slightly lidded in annoyance, “Are you even trying to remember the material? Or are you just expecting me to spoon-feed it to you?”

Your throat catches, forcing you to swallow a lump as you attempt to ignore his words.

“I am trying! I just don’t understand why there are two approaches, is all,” You whine, flipping back through your sparse notes to find the section that contained the explanation.

“I went over that almost 3 chapters ago. If you were paying attention, you would’ve stopped me by now. It’s hard to believe that you even got into this school, if this is how you studied in high school. Did your daddy pull some strings with his buddies in admissions?”

Your eyes narrow, searching harder for the correct section in your notes. That’s a pretty low blow, and even if he’s not completely wrong, it still stings. You now know for a fact you didn’t even read this part of the text, but you keep your eyes trained on the page. At this point, you’d do anything to avoid looking at Aizawa, lest you begin to cry.

“Don’t be an asshole,” is all you can muster, voice shaking with unshed tears, “Would it kill you to be a little nicer? It’s hard to focus when all you do is insult me.”

“It’s hard to focus?” He repeats, his tone a sickly sweet mockery of yours. “Sweetheart, I don’t think that’s my fault. You’re a lot dumber than you think, if you even think at all. The midterm is tomorrow, and we’re just now getting into chapter five. Don’t get mad at me for actually trying to study; if I was holding your hand through it all, we’d still be on chapter one.”

Your vision blurs and a single tear hits the lined paper of your notes, causing the ink to blur as the drop absorbs into the page. You clench your jaw and take a breath before standing up, opening your backpack to put you things away. You didn’t have to take this abuse, you could study on your own. Even if you did poorly, you’d have some of your dignity left.

“It’s pretty rude to just walk out on someone trying to help you,” Aizawa says after a moment, closing his notes shut. “Not only do you give me a headache every single morning, but I try to tutor you and you want to leave without even thanking me? I’m busy, you know? I take time that I don’t have to spare just help your sorry ass out, for free, and you’re not even capable of learning anything from it.”

You sling your bag over your shoulder and move to leave, but you find yourself face to face with Aizawa, his tall frame blocking the door, arms crossed over his chest, and a thoroughly disgusted expression plastered on his features.

“I should charge you a fee, just for completely wasting an afternoon. Absolutely ridiculous,” His tone is a juxtaposition to his demeanor; he sounds more amused than annoyed, a jeer underlying the words. It makes you feel sick, and you’re suddenly grossly aware of the fact that you're alone with him, the only method of escape blocked. It feels dangerous, and you want nothing more than to be at home, alone and safe.

“H-how much?” You stutter meekly, eager to appease him. “I don’t really have any cash on me but if you have Venmo-”

“That’s not quite what I had in mind,” Your heart starts to jackhammer against your ribcage and panic sets in. You’re frozen in place, unwilling to ask him to elaborate. You may not be very bright, but you have a good idea of what he’s going to ask for, and you can think of a million things you’d rather do instead.

“I know your pretty little skull is practically an echo chamber, so listen closely, okay? We both know that no matter how hard you try, you won’t be ready for the exam by the end of tonight, and I have to work in an hour and a half. So, if you behave and do what I ask you, I’ll let you copy my exam answers tomorrow. Understand?”

You’re silent, paralyzed by fear. A part of you wants to run, desperately, but your mind drifts to the midterm. You know that without any help, you’ll surely fail.

That’s how you end up on your knees in front of him, tears finally streaming down your face from choking on his thick cock.

“That’s it,” he groans breathlessly, eyes fluttering shut as his head presses back against the door, “I knew you were good for something. I bet this is how you convinced your other teachers to give you a passing grade, huh? A few cocks down your throat-fuck, to save your gpa, I wouldn’t put it past you, dumb slut.”

You hate this- hate being reduced to just a mouth for him to fuck. You hate how he sneers down at you, his eyes alight with sadistic pleasure. You especially hate the treacherous way your spine tingles and heat pools low in your stomach at his amused growls and degrading remarks. He’s just as cruel with the way he fucks into your mouth, disregarding your comfort entirely, hand in your hair roughly guiding your head over his length. He’s almost painfully thick, stretching your lips wide, tickling the recesses of your throat in a grotesque way. You try to wiggle away slightly, just to take a small breath; you’re beginning to feel dangerously lightheaded. You begin to pull your head away but he thrusts his hips upward, holding your head down and forcing your lips to wrap around the base of his cock.

“S’okay, baby, just relax that empty little head of yours, no need to breathe right now,” he sighs, watching you struggle against him with a smirk, watching the fear bloom in your chest and your mind buzz with the lack of oxygen. Your thrashing shifts his cock in just the right way and you violently gag, eyes widening with the painful sensation. You’re almost convinced he’s going to let you pass out, right before he yanks you off of him. You cough violently, gagging a few more times, drool spilling out of your mouth.

“Throw up on me and a failing grade will be the least of your problems,” he growls, and the threat is a sobering reminder of how fucked up this is. You meet his expectant gaze, and reluctantly return to the task at hand. You can hold out just a little longer, you tell yourself; his hips are beginning to move on their own accord and you know he won’t last much longer. All you have to do is hang on and it will all be over soon.

You know that he’s just a bully, that you’re just doing what you have to do in order to pass this class, that you’re worth more than your grades, that you aren’t stupid- but the dark part of your mind questions if he’s right. Maybe you do belong on your knees, because what do you know? Maybe you are just a dumb slut; there’s no need to study if the only thing you’re good for is swallowing.

The shameful thought forces a new torrent of tears to pour from your eyes, gagging once more on both your tears and his cock, and the look of pure despair on your face pushes him over the edge. Aizawa yanks your head from his cock with a curse and you flinch as his hot cum hits your face. There’s a lot of it, the viscous seed slowly dripping down your face. The sensation is downright disgusting. You feel dirty and used, your throat sore, knees burning, lips swollen from his brutal assault. He presses the tip of his cock on your cheek, smearing his load all over your skin with a cruel laugh.

Through your panting, you keep your eyes closed for a little bit, hoping that maybe this is an awful nightmare and you’ll wake up in your dorm, with an extra day to study and a little more hope in your heart.

The sound of a camera shutter rips you from your fantasy, opening your eyes to see Aizawa grinning at his phone. You’re too shocked to say anything, only staring at him incredulously from your position on the floor in front of him.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, you know?” He hums as he tidies himself up and grabs his bag. “So photogenic, I’ll be able to get off to this for weeks. Who knows what good you’d be if you were dumb and ugly.”

You didn’t notice that you had stopped crying, but the fresh tears and sound of your own sobs call your attention to fact.

“Try and clean up before you leave, alright? I know you’re a little too stupid to remember, but I don’t think it’d be a good look for you to walk around covered in cum.”

The door clicks closed, and through your sobs you look around at the room, only to notice that there aren’t any tissues left laying around. You hate him, you hate him, you hate him.

(But at least you get an A- on your midterm.)

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pinoyrella · 3 years

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“A Love So Beautiful” Chapter 6

Chapter 6: “It’s Not A Big Deal”

FT: Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Yachi Hitoka, Ono-Sensei, Y/N’s Parents + Manami Aoki.

TW: Mild Language

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst, Coming of Age + Slow Burn

- This chapter contains mostly drama, and fluff thanks to Kageyama.

- This chapter is also slight Kageyama x Y/N

WORD COUNT: 4,800+

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A/N: BA BOOM! Hi everyone, I hope I didn’t leave you guys hanging too long with that cliff hanger??? Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for the endless support, LUB YOU ALL!!💖

The sound of an alarm brings you to consciousness. Keeping yourself under your covers, you turn to glance at the clock, ‘07:00a.m’. It’s been two days since Karasuno had defeated Shiratorizawa. It’s been two days since you’ve gone outside. It’s been two days since you last saw him.

Groaning as you slip the warmth weight of your blanket off, you step out of bed feeling the cold tile of your bedroom floor chill you. Making your way to the bathroom, you stop by the sink, staring at your reflection.

Throughout the weekend, you have cried yourself to bed. For the past three nights in a row, waking up tired, red and sore eyes every morning. You have barely left anywhere but your room, only making occasional trips to the bathroom, and to the kitchen.

Being stuck in your room left you with no motivation to do anything at all. You were already behind in all of your studies, but you couldn’t find it in you to move from your bed.

You’ve barely talked to anyone at all, not your friends, not your parents, you’ve isolated yourself to everyone and everything. Is this what heartbreak is like? Is this even considered heart break? What is this?

You barely notice the presence that passes by the bathroom, your dad about to question why you’re just standing in front of the mirror, before his wife pulls him away into the kitchen down the hall.

“Wh- Hun?” “Whatever you’re thinking of doing, don’t do it” “What?” Your dad questions your mom as she lets out a sigh. “Am I not allowed to ask our daughter why she’s been in such a depressing mood for the past weekend?”

Your mom gives your dad a sincere look of worry, looking towards your direction before back at him. “She’s a growing teenager, she’s going through adolescents. I’m sure she’s fine.” She reassures, your dad giving a sigh of frustration. “You don’t know that, what if somethings wrong? She only came out of her room to grab snacks and use the restroom.”

“Akiteru-kun called me the other night.” “What?” “He told me Kei-kun and Y/n got into some sort of fight-” “WHAT?!” Your dad is about to storm out to teach the younger Tsukishima a lesson for hurting his precious baby, before his wife stops him yet again. “She’s going to be alright, this is her aftermath from their argument. She fought with one of her best friends, this is a normal reaction. She needs time to herself, you need to be patient until she’s back to normal.” Your mom explains, your dad pausing as he processes the information.

The sound of footsteps approaching the kitchen causes the two to turn their heads to you, as you make your way to the fridge to grab a carton of strawberry milk, not even making eye contact with them before strutting out, getting ready to exit the house for school.

Your parents share a look with each other before letting out another sigh.

“I’m heading off” You say out loud as you slip your shoes on.

You poke the straw into the milk carton as you make your way out your front gate, looking up to realize Tsukishima parked out front on his bike, waiting for you.

Your eyes widen in shock, looking both ways before booking it down the opposite side of the street. The sound of your shoes hitting the ground causes Tsukishima to turn, watching as you run off the opposite way to school.

He lets out a sigh, memories of the past Friday flashing back. He feels the same awful and heavy guilt that’s deep in the pit of his stomach, deciding its best to leave you alone for now, giving you the space you needed, before riding off to school.

You barely make it to class in time, the moment you step in through the door frame, the bell ringing exactly, as the class turns to look at you.

You quickly take a seat, pulling out your notebook and pencils as Ono-sensei makes her way in.

“Good morning class!” She says as the class greets back. “Before we start of the day, let’s take the time to congratulate the four boys in our class, for helping their team make it to Nationals last Friday.”

The class erupts enthusiastically, turning to congratulate the four boys on the volleyball team once again.

You sink your head down, the cheerful attitude making it feel like you were suffocating.

Kageyama’s the first to notice, about to lean forward to tap your shoulder before Ono-sensei resumes her announcement.

“Now that’s over with” She reveals a stack of documents from her podium, dropping it harshly. “I’m sure you are all aware, midterms are approaching.” The class groans in anguish before she continues. “I know, I know. This is the last exam before your finals, the finals that will determine your placement next year.” She glances around the class, her eyes falling on you. “I need you all to start taking this seriously.”

You gulp in your seat as she calls for Manami to pass out the study packets.

“I have assigned you all into study groups of three, you are to complete this packet by the end of next week with your group. Afterwards, we are to take the midterm, understood?”

“Yes” The class replies in sync as she begins reading off her list of groups.

Your brain is spiraling, hoping you’re not placed in the same group as you know who, hoping at least she will spare you from having to work with that stingy bean pole, or at least have one of your close friends with you, for comfort purposes.

“Yachi-chan, Hinata-kun and Kageyama-kun.” You sink as she had just announced that 3 out of the 4 friends you were hoping to be paired up with are called. You are praying to every deity out there, that you will be in a group with Yamaguchi. Better yet, you rather be paired with that she-devil Manami Aoki than Tsukishima.

Just as you thought your prayers were answered- “Y/n-chan, Yamaguchi-kun-” ‘YES!’ You thank the Gods, your mind feeling the content it had deserved all weekend. “and Tsukishima-kun.”

You drop your head to your desk, causing the attention of the class to be drawn to you.

You groan into your arms as Yachi tries to help you emotionally. “Y/n?” “Hey” You look up to make eye contact with Manami. “Ono-sensei is calling for you” She says before taking her seat.

You wave to Yachi before making your way out to her office.

“Ono-sensei?” You peak your head in, and she notices you by the door. Getting up from her seat, she greets you, offering for you to sit on the sofa just across her desk. “Y/n-chan, please come in!” You make your way to sit before she shuts the door.

“Manami-chan said you c-called?” You nervously ask, wondering why you were called up into your homeroom teacher’s office.

“Y/n” Her voice, stern as ever. “Your grades, what’s going on?” She questions as she looks directly into your soul.

You gulp yet again as she slips a paper over the desk from her side to yours. You lean closer, seeing the paper adorned with D’s and F’s, scores below 30, and ‘FAIL’ written on the page.

You look up to her, shaken and she’s aware of it. She sighs before her demeanor softens. “You know I didn’t bring you in here just to interrogate you, but I’m concerned. Your grades have been slipping since the beginning of the semester, you used to be in the average zone, now look.” She points to a bar at the end of the transcript. “You are very below average, you are in a very dangerous zone. If you don’t pass this midterm, you won’t qualify to even take the finals. You will have to repeat this semester.” She explains.

You look up to her, eyes watering trying to explain something. She gives you the look of remorse before taking the transcript back to her end, looking at it before looking back to you. “I know this is a very stressful and difficult situation, but you need to know that as your homeroom teacher, I’m here to help and assist you in every way.”

You whimper a quiet “thank you” before she smiles, then continuing. “I am aware of your close relations to Yamaguchi-kun and Tsukishima-kun.” The names of your two closest friends causes you to glance up to her. “That’s why I paired you up with them for the study group. They’re two of the top students in our class.” She explains as you nod to her.

“They’re also your friend, I can trust them to help you.” You sigh, “Will you be telling my parents?” She adjusts her seating position before gazing back to you. “I already have.” She says before you give her an understanding nod.

“I know at your age, it’s very stressful with so many events going on. You’re growing and understanding more about yourself, but you also need to grow and understand more of your academics.” You give her another quiet nod, before she lets out a final sigh.

“That’s all I wanted to inform you” She stands from her seat, making her way to the door opening it, before making her way to you, kneeling and placing a hand to your shoulder. “I believe you can do it.” You give her a hug and your thanks before heading out.

Walking down the hall, you wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your cardigan before bumping into someone. “S-sorry!” You squeak before looking up.

“Boss?” Kageyama looks down and notices the red swelling in your eyes. “What happened?” He asks, taking a step closer, using his blazer to wipe off your tear stained cheeks. You sniff before looking up to him and smiling. “It’s not a big deal, come on let's get back to the class!” You grab his wrist, dragging him with you.

As you sit, you watch as Yamaguchi notices you, giving a sweet smile before making his way over. “When do you want to start studying?” He asks you. “I’m alright whenever” You reply. “Tsukki- Um, we’re going to head to my house after school to study, will you be coming?” Your mind takes you back to what Ono-sensei had warned you, this midterm is very important. “Yes, I’ll be there Yams!” He gives your head a pat before going back to his seat.

Just as school ends, you make your way home first, informing Yamaguchi you were going to change into something more comfortable, and pick up some of the notebooks you left.

Back at home, you make your way in until your parents call out to you. ‘Shit, I forgot Ono-sensei told them about my grades.’ You curse to yourself before making your way to the dining table, sitting as your parents turn to you.

“Y/n” You watch your mom slap your dad’s shoulder. “Baby, we’re not mad” She starts. ‘No, but dad is’ You turn up to glance at your dad, he looks insane trying to conceal the fume burning through his ears. “But-” And so you were scolded by your parents for the next half hour, before finally changing, retrieving your notebooks and heading to Yamaguchi’s.

“Y/n!” The cheerful greeting coming from the freckled boy as he lets you in. You walk with him side by side to his room, as you walk in you make eye contact with the boy you were hoping to not see for the next 10 years of your existence. You sit down opposite to him on Yamaguchi’s kotatsu, before preparing your notebook.

“We’re going to go over what Ono-sensei taught during math” Yamaguchi says, and you give a nod, still avoiding the blonde in front of you.

The tension in the room is absolutely crazy, Yamaguchi thinks of grabbing some snacks for the three of you, but doesn’t think of leaving you two alone in the same room. He stills with his head down to his notebook, thinking of how he can help with the tension in the room.

The sound of scribbling against the poor notebook paper, and the amount of eraser marks left around causes Tsukishima to glance up to your paper, watching as you were way off path from solving the problem.

Just as Yamaguchi had thought of an idea, Tsukishima speaks up.

“The auxiliary line’s wrong.” He states bluntly before bringing his hand closer to grab your notebook. You snap back immediately, pulling your notebook away from his grasp. “There’s answers in the back. I can read it.” You state before taking the math textbook from Yamaguchi, flipping it to the end, finding the question.

You scan the page, finally finding the question before seeing that it doesn’t give you an exact answer. Tsukishima is aware of that, he knows the textbook like the back of his hand. He watches as you struggle and stare at the page before speaking up again. “Let me show you” he lightly grabs the end of your notebook, bringing it closer to him before you quickly snatch it back, not making eye contact with him. “I’ll do it myself.” You bark.

Yamaguchi sits in the middle, his soul already gone from his earthly body, watching the situation unfold. He has no idea what the fuck to do.

“You only know the word ‘answer’, everything in your notebook is wrong.” “But that’s what I wrote myself. It’s none of your business.” Yamaguchi glances over to Tsukishima, oh no.

“I don’t want to help you at all, but I have to because it’s required in case your grade humiliates the whole class.”

You freeze, the word ‘humiliate’ that left his mouth taking you back to last Friday in the infirmary.

Yamaguchi notices your triggered state before turning to Tsukishima, pissed. “Tsukki, don’t say that-” The sound of your notebook shutting aggressively startles the two as it cuts Yamaguchi off. You begin to shove your belongings into your backpack before looking up at Tsukishima, the first time all day. “Since our good boy Tsukishima Kei says so, I won’t put shame on your great class 4.” You turn to Yamaguchi, before turning back to Tsukishima. “I’m leaving” As you head towards Yamaguchi’s bedroom door, you hear Tsukishima scoff. “Leave? Whatever you like.” “FINE!” You yell before storming out.

It’s been another four days since that incident at Yamaguchi’s, you’ve been ignoring both boys. A bit guilty for Yamaguchi, but you didn’t want to drag him down with your ‘humiliating’ grades, you thought to leave him alone so he can focus on his priorities, studying.

You sat at the desk in your room. Your notebooks, stationary, textbooks and study guide sprawled out, but yet you still can’t concentrate. Even worse; your desk faces right outside your bedroom window, with a perfect view to Tsukishima’s. You look up to notice as Tsukishima’s bedroom door opens, watching him walk in before you immediately jump to shut your blinds.

You huff as you sit and stare at the blank page of your notebook for what felt like another hour, before grabbing your hoodie, making your way downstairs and out the front door.

You thought, if you can’t concentrate, you ought to take a stroll to maybe help clear your mind. You feel your throat become hoarse, dried out from the walking before you notice a vending machine. You make your way over, about to purchase a carton of strawberry milk before you realize, you hadn’t brought your wallet with you. Just as you began walking to continue your stroll, you nearly bump into someone.

Immediately apologizing, cursing your mind for being elsewhere rather than the road, you look up to meet the shock expression of a familiar blueberry eyed boy. “Y/n?”

And this is where you found yourself, sat outside of Ukai’s shop, besides Kageyama as you play with the straw that is poking out from the milk carton. Kageyama notices your behavior, thus asking why you were walking around almost past the sunset.

You explain to him how you couldn’t concentrate on studying for the past week, before asking him why he was out.

“I’m just on my daily jog.” He says before looking back out into the sky.

The two of you sat in silence before the growl of your stomach caught the boy’s attention. You blush in embarrassment before he gets up, going back into Ukai’s, only to come out with two kare pans in hand. He takes your hand, pulling you up before handing it to you. The two of you walk, before stopping by a nearby park.

Taking a seat on the swing, you thank Kageyama again before biting into the kare pan.

There is this comfortable silence before your whimpers causes his head to turn to you.

You sit, swaying on the swing as you continue to eat the kare pan in hand. Kageyama, having no idea what to do, reaches out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “What’s wrong?” He asks worried. You look to him as tears continue to stream down your face.

You drop your hand holding the kare pan to your lap, before bringing the sleeve of your hoodie to wipe your eyes.

“Ono-sensei says, if I fail this midterm, I would have to repeat the semester.” Kageyama nods as you continue, listening to the pent up emotions you kept to yourself this past week. “It’s just, it’s not that. It would be pretty stupid to cry over something so small, it’s not a big deal anyways” You admit before he states. “Don’t say that!” You look to him, giving a soft smile before continuing.

“In all honesty, I have no idea what I’m doing.” Your gaze falling back down. “I feel silly to chase after something I know I have no chance with, that I’m not good enough for, better yet, it’s not something meant for me.” You play with the wrapper of the kare pan as Kageyama listens. “Maybe this outcome was inevitable, I mean, I guess it was never meant to be. I’m just not it.” You admit, another tear streaming down. “I had my priorities all wrong.”

Kageyama gives you a look of confusion as he processes your thoughts, then coming with an idea of what you were talking about.

He watches as you bring the kare pan back to your mouth, taking a bite, your cheerful mood returning after expressing your emotions.

Kageyama can’t help but stare and smile as your face turns into a look of delicious satisfaction from the tasty treat in your hands. You feel his gaze, turning to look back to him, he immediately turns his to the sunset from afar.

“Boss, look” He points as you watch the sun begin to set.

As the sunset catches your eyes, you catch Kageyama’s.

How beautiful the golden hour glow cascades onto your facial features, the way your eyes reflect onto the warm sun, and the smile slowly creeping across your face.

You couldn’t think of anything else but how beautiful the sunset looked, and Kageyama, he couldn’t think of anything else but how beautiful you looked.

The sun finally sets, and you two finish the kare pans in hand. You, actually finishing Kageyama’s too, before the two of you head off.

“I don’t want to go home yet” Kageyama turns his head to you, as you walk slowly.

“Can I show you something?”

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to be here? I don’t want to intrude, Tobio!” You whisper to him as he holds the door to his house open for you.

You see as he rolls his eyes with a smile, before grabbing your hand and bringing you in.

He shuts the door behind you and asks for you to follow him, taking you to his backyard.

“Whoa-” You take a step out, as he shuts the sliding door behind you.

“Your backyard is huge! Is that an entire volleyball court?” You point to the volleyball net that spreads across his yard. “Did you invite me over just to show off your big backyard? I’ll have you know, my backyard may not be as big but-” You joke before he butts in. “No, come on I want to show you something.”

He walks closer to the volleyball net, you follow after him.

You bring your hand up to the net, grazing your touch over, feeling how worn out and used it has been. You turn to notice Kageyama bending over to pick up an object from the ground before turning to you.

You look and notice a volleyball, just as worn out and old as the net.

Your face contorts into one of confusion as he leans against the net, spinning the ball in hand.

“I used to practice with my grandfather everyday here.” He begins. “He was the one who had introduced me to volleyball, he had taught me everything I needed to know” You hear him sigh, standing from the net, looking up into the sky. “Both in volleyball, and in life.” Your eyes water, as your friend opens up to you. His gaze turns to you, “before he passed, he told me something” he walks closer to you, staring into your eyes, before lightly handing the old volleyball into your palms, his hands cupping the bottom of yours as you held the ball together. “If you get really good... I promise you... somebody who's even better will come along and find you.”

He lets go of your hands, leaving you with the ball as he looks back up to the sky.

“Though, I’m sure he was referring to volleyball with that.” He turns back to you. “I think, you can apply that saying to real life”

You bring a hand up to your mouth, trying to cancel the sob trying to escape. Kageyama immediately notices and comes to your aid. “I-I’m sorry- I’m not really good with this kind of stuff but-” He gets cut off with your sudden hug, as you sob into his chest.

“Thank you Tobio” You mumble, before pulling away. “I really needed that.” He gives you a sincere smile before the sound of the sliding door opens.

“Tobi- Oh? Is this the infamous Y/n-chan?” “Nee-san.” Kageyama calls out before she makes her way to you two.

“I’m Miwa, this loser’s older sister. Also known as, The Superior Kageyama.” She ruffles the top of Kageyama’s head before holding a hand for you to shake. You accept it, and introduce yourself.

“Wow, she’s even cuter in real life-” “Nee-san.” Kageyama gives his sister a glare before she laughs. “Are you guys hungry? I made pork curry.” You and Kageyama share a look of excitement, before the three of you making it back inside from the cold night weather.

“Thank you so much for having me, Miwa-san” You bow as Kageyama holds the door open, waiting for you. “You are welcome anytime Y/n-chan” She waves as the two of you make your way out.

You two walk in silence as the cold breeze tickles your ears.

You make it just outside before you turn to thank Kageyama for walking you home, and for the sentimental night.

“Thank you for keeping me company tonight Tobio” You ruffle the top of his head, copying his older sister’s actions. “I hope I was able to help, you m-mean... a lot to me, I hate to see you upset” You turn to open your gate, missing the second half of his confession. “Yeah, you did.” You look to him. “I really needed that Tobio, thank you so much again!” You wave before heading in, he watches as you make it inside safely before making his way home.

“Y/n? Where have you been it’s late!” Your mom runs to you, worried for your safety. You explain to her and your dad that you needed to take a stroll to clear your mind off things. Your much cheerful behavior startling them, before you make your way up to your room to focus back on your work.

The following Monday, Tsukishima had gone to school without waiting outside your gate. He feels as this week has gone by so slowly, it feels so weird not having you around like usual. And now he has two things to be sorry for.

As his mind is in another place, he is startled by a voice calling to him. “Tsukishima-san” He looks up only to meet eyes with you, taken back by your formality, not used to you calling him that.

‘Can you please help me with this problem?” You ask, he nods before replying. “Library later?” You nod, giving a smile before heading back to your seat.

You two find yourselves alone in the library after school. Yamaguchi not being able to attend this study session, having to deal with volleyball stuff with Ennoshita and Daichi.

Tsukishima stares, watching as you seem very focused onto your studies, thinking of what happened, wondering how you are able to talk to him all of a sudden. Have you had enough space? Were the two of you okay now? Can he apologize?

“Y/n” He calls to you. “Yes?” You answer, bringing your attention back up to him. The two of you share a brief moment of gazing into each others eyes, before he breaks away, looking down to your notebook. “You got the answer wrong, let me help.” You agree, sliding the notebook over.

He takes the notebook, and begins erasing. You watch him until he asks suddenly, “What made you want to talk to me again?” “What?” He turns the notebook facing you, explaining the problem and what you got wrong. You nod, understanding before taking your notebook, and solving it again. There’s another moment of silence, before you slide the notebook back to Tsukishima for him to check the answer.

“I guess you can say, I have come to realize my priorities” “Priorities? What do you mean?” He asks, his eyes still on your notebook as he checks your answers. “I want to be in the top 15 students.” He brings his gaze up to that statement, looking at the burning determination in your eyes, until you blink, leaning on your arm. “Then I’ll find time to be mad at you.” You give a cheeky smile, missing the one he gives you due to your smart comment.

You take your notebook back after he informs you that it is indeed correct. You feel excitement bubble in you, “Can you help me with this problem too?” The two of you continue to study, each passing day as the week goes by. Meeting everyday after school, reviewing each term, and every lesson.

Before you realized, it was the day of the exam.

Just as you were about to grab a pencil from your case, you open it to find a letter stuck inside.

“Good luck pipsqueak” it reads. You smile, closing your case as you take a deep breath. ‘Let’s do this!’

A month has passed and the exam results are out.

You rush your way past the students crowding the scoreboard, finally managing to squeeze your way to the front, you immediately went on a search for your name. Your eyes scan the board, before you find your name, placed right next to the number 13. You have reached #13 in the top of your class.

In excitement, you turn around, hoping to find Tsukishima to tell him the good news. You turn only to find him in the crowd, looking towards you with a smile before walking away.

You smile back as you watch his figure walk off into the hall.

After school, the six of you find yourselves outside of Coach Ukai’s shop.

Hinata walking out of the store with Kageyama, a plastic bag filled with a pack of strawberry milk.

Your group finds their way to the nearby park, sitting before Hinata starts ripping the plastic from the pack, before handing each individual a carton.

“Today, we celebrate Y/n’s entry into the top 15! We will have strawberry milk instead of champagne! Cheers!” You laugh as you bring your milk carton up towards your friends, as the six of you clink the milk boxes together.

Just as you bring the straw to your lip, you catch the gaze of Tsukishima giving a sly smile, immediately turning away when your eyes meet his.

You split ways with your friends, making your way home with Tsukishima.

“Let’s go, quickly.” He says before he begins walking off. “If you want to go home so quickly, then carry me.” You bite back jokingly. “No” “Why not?” He takes a moment to think, letting out an audible hum. “Too tired.” You roll your eyes before catching up to him.

Staying quiet, the silence throughout the walk in much more calming than the existing tension before. But, it’s still not the same as it used to be.

As you see your houses approaching, Tsukishima calls out to you.

“Y/n.”

You turn, only to find him leaned down as he eyes you. You blink confused, before he stands back up.

“Good job.” He gives you a genuine smile. “I’m proud of you.” What? You try fighting the blush running along your face. “Come again?” “No.” Just as he was about to turn into his house, you grab onto the ends of his shirt. It’s been a while since you last did that, and he missed it so much.

“Thanks Tsukki” You look up to him, giving him that smile he missed so much.

He brings his hand from his pocket up to your head, before ruffling your hair.

“Yeah, whatever.” You let go, waving to him before making your way inside your house.

He watches as you enter, letting out a soft smile.

Running up to your room, you strip your school uniform before hopping into your pajamas, immediately flying into your bed, clutching a pillow close to your chest as you look out your window, staring into his before turning to your back.

Your eyes glued to the ceiling before you drift off to sleep, the last thing on your mind;

“I think I still like you.”

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Yes, Professor

~ When Mr. Collins asks you to hang back after lecture one day, you know you're in big trouble...~

Misha x Reader

1,730 Words

Warnings: Teacher/Student Play, Masturbation, Oral, Intercourse. Smluff.

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“Ms. Y/L/N, hang back please.”

You dropped your bag as he spoke, startled by the deep voice booming from the front of the classroom.

The gallery was already empty as it had taken a few minutes for you to collect your things. Pencils rolled far when you weren’t paying attention and as always in his lectures, your mind was stuck in places other than writing implement locations.

Your hands were shaking as you zipped your bag and slung it over your shoulder. You had done OK on the last paper, not great, but why was he singling you out? Had you done something to catch his eye? Were you flunking out? The questions churned in your stomach as you descended the short but steep carpeted stairs to the front of the room, leaving a sea of empty desks behind.

He didn’t look up as you approached his desk, eyes down and racing over his notebook. A silver pen was balanced between his fingers, dancing as the long digits moved slowly back and forth. The glinting metal caught your eye and you watched it magically wave through space.

You cleared your throat.

He didn’t look up.

It was getting late.

“Mr. Collins?”

He licked his lips slowly and finally lifted his chin. “Thank you for staying,” he said with a gentle smile that did nothing to calm your nerves. If anything, it made them worse. His lips were huge and pink, outlined by a heavy scruff over his lip and around; his blue eyes shone like sapphires in the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. Even his stupid bowtie was sexy in some strange way, and you held your breath, waiting for him to explain your staying late.

Slowly, he sat back in his seat, pushing away from the desk a bit as he set his pen down in the crease of his notebook. His eyes narrowed as they took you in, staring at you just as he had his notes.

“How do you think you’re doing in my class, Ms. Y/L/N?” he asked out of nowhere, once again jarring you back to reality.

“Uh…” You stumbled to answer, wanting to impress him, to sound smart, but tripping over your own tongue. “Good?”

Mr. Collins nodded patiently, his lips pushing out into a pout.

“You don’t seem to agree,” you cringed, watching his shoulders tense as he looked you over.

“Honestly?” He sighed and sat forward, folding his hands on the desk. “Good isn’t the word I’d use.”

“Great?” you suggested with a little laugh.

He shook his head. “You’re failing, Ms. Y/L/N,” he said firmly. “You’ve been missing assignments and you were late for more than one lecture. I really don’t feel as if you want to be in this class.”

None of it came as a shock to you; you’d been playing it rather loose with your academics this semester, but failing? There was no way you could fail his class and keep your scholarship. Regret and fear churned in your stomach.

“Please, Mr. Collins,” you said quickly, trying not to sound too pathetic, but still garner some mercy. “Things have been a little crazy at work and my roommate moved out, is there anything I can do to make up some points? I cannot fail this course.”

His jaw twitched as he thought over your plea and after a beat, pink lips curled into a slick smile. “We might be able to work something out. Some...extra credit.”

Your hope soared. “Yes, Professor. Thank you. Anything. I’ll do anything.”

“Anything is a dangerous promise, Ms. Y/L/N.” There was a hint of a smirk on his lips and a dash of danger in his eyes.

“I don’t mind dangerous,” you shot back, matching his suggestive tone and running your hand down the strap of your bag slowly.

He turned his face towards the door, then his eyes back up at you. “I bet you don’t.” He waited, unblinking, watching the color rush to your face, the black of your eyes grow.

“Never have, really,” you told him, letting your bag slide off your side and onto the floor. “Danger makes things...exciting, don’t you agree?” Biting your lip, you ran your index fingers across your neckline and downwards, tracing the line of your breasts over your tank top.

“I do.” He sat back again, turning his entire body to you, giving you his undivided attention. “The door is unlocked...there are security cameras...my next class is in twenty minutes.” He paused to watch as your fingers plucked at the hem of your shirt. “Just how excited does that make you?”

The button on your jeans popped easily and you slipped a hand inside them, rubbing it gently across your panties. “Very.”

His eyes were wide as you continued rubbing, shivering as you pulled your panties aside to slide a finger into your wetness.

“It would appear so,” he observed, biting his lip as your face twisted with lust. “Very much.”

You nodded absently and tossed your head back as your body started to tense. “V-very.”

“Ten points towards your final if you can cum in the next thirty seconds.”

Your eyes popped open at his offer, staring down at him as if he were insane. There was no way you could… you could…

He licked his lips slowly, drawing your eyes down to his beautiful mouth. Your hand kept pumping as his tongue swirled around the tips of his teeth, and without realizing it, you reached that sweet spot, your legs lifting up onto your toes, your bottom lip tugged tight between your teeth.

You held your breath.

He whispered your name.

Your cunt clenched down around your fingers and the damn broke.

It was quick and sweet; a little surge of pleasure that flowed through every vein, lifting your mood and clouding your brain. Your clit was throbbing hard as you pulled your hand from your jeans and sucked two fingers between your lips, cleaning them off.

“That was lovely,” Mr. Collins praised. He picked up his pen and jotted something down quickly, paying no attention as you rushed around the side of his desk to his side. “Still need to make up at least thirty points to pass…”

You dropped to your knees and placed your hands on his thighs, spinning his chair towards you. “Perhaps, I can find a few more points...here?” His pants were tight and his zipper gave a little trouble, but you managed.

“I think you might,” he agreed, lifting his hips as you tugged his slacks down. “But, let’s see how you perform first before we promise anything.”

“Oral exams are my specialty,” you smirked, running your palms firmly up his inner thighs.

His cock twitched and your mouth watered. He was big; thick and long laying on his left leg.

He sank back in the chair, stretching out, the tails of his pale pink shirt bright against his hips and ass. “You may begin.”

The taste of him was sublime. Salty and tangy, but fresh. You swallowed around his dick again and again, taking him deeper than you’d ever taken anyone else. The floor crushed into your knees and your jaw began to ache, but you persisted, unwilling to give up the grade or his delicious cock.

The noises he made were incredible. Tiny moans that lingered in the back of his throat, growing louder the harder you sucked. When you cradled his balls, he whimpered as his stomach tensed and you smiled around him, loving the complete abandon of this powerful professor.

His fingers dug into the leather of chair’s arms and he hissed as your teeth scraped at his sensitive flesh.

“That’s…enough, Ms. Y/L/N…”

He sat up as you did, letting his cock drop from your lips with a wet pop. You looked up innocently, wiping a line of drool from your chin, wondering what you’d done wrong.

“Was that...OK?” You batted your lashes and he laughed.

“Oh, that was more than OK,” he said, standing up before you and reaching for your hand. “I just don’t want to ruin that pretty face.”

You stood, hand in his, and he spun you around, pushing you face-down onto the desk. Your breasts smashed against his notebook, palms flat, ass high as he yanked your jeans down.

“I’d rather paint this sweet, young pussy.”

You gasped as his hand slid between your legs, caressing you, clit to ass. He rubbed until your shoulders relaxed, watching as your eyes fell closed as desire flooded your system.

“There’s a good girl,” he teased, moving to stand behind you. “I think this might put you over the failing mark…”

Rough fingers gripped your hips, pulling you back as his cock nudged at your cunt.

“Yes, Mr. Collins, please…”

He rocked forward, warming his erection against your pussy. “Please, what, my dear?”

Your clit throbbed as his head crashed against it. “Please fuck me, Mr. Collins. Please!”

He hummed happily as he pushed inside. “Very well.”

It was strange, the echo of your voices in the big room. The empty gallery gave witness as he fucked you hard and fast against his desk; papers scattering, pencils rolling.

He collapsed over you when it was done, pressing his firm chest into your back and kissing your neck again and again. His breath was hot and staggered as he suckled on your ear.

“I think you pass,” he said with a laugh, finally lifting up.

Pushing up on your arms, your lower back screamed as you shot back. “Oh, ya think?”

“Hey, don’t get snippy with me, Missy.”

You spun and glared. “You got your professor fantasy, Misha...now let’s go before someone actually comes in here.”

He laughed fully, head knocking backward as you pulled your jeans up. “No one’s coming in,” he assured you, moving forward to wrap you in his arms. “They’re not filming in here until Thursday.”

“Baby?” you cooed, sliding your hands upwards to cup his stubbled cheeks. “It is Thursday.”

His smile faded quickly and his eyes flashed, wide and worried. “Shit. Let’s get out of here.”

A quick kiss and then he was gone, backing up to pull up his slacks and grab his stuff.

You sighed happily as he scurried, shaking your head at the goof. “Yes, Professor…”

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Love Isn’t An Illusion (8)

Pairing: Todoroki x Bakugou, Todoroki X Reader x Bakugou, VERY SLOW BUILD

Summary: First day of training camp, chilling with Todoroki and falshing Bakugou

Words: +-6900

Warnings: fear of forgetting something, parents with tone, anxiety, showering, wet hair, sitting with Todoroki, skirts, nervousness, quirk getting taken away, fighting dirt monsters, flashing Bakugou, lack of eating, tiredness, swearing, yelling at Aizawa, angy, bath / hot spring, scars, nudity, Mineta (nothing happens it’s what he did in the show).

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A/N: I wrote this for the fans. I do not own My Hero academia or the characters, I don’t own most of the plot for this story, I had watched the show and re-written the dialogue and plot as if the reader was the main character. Everything is centred around the reader. Please comment, makes me happy. Ask if you wish to be tagged.

Masterlist

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

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Chapter 8

Waking up to the blaring sound of an alarm wasn’t the best but I could have woken up worse. Throwing my arm out of the warm soft covers I turned off the alarm and closed my eyes for a second sighing then throwing myself from the bed. I wasn’t a morning person, I never was and I never will be. I walked to my bathroom letting out another sigh as I removed my clothes placing them in the hamper before moving into the shower. It was warm and my muscles instantly began to relax, a week with my class non-stop. A whole week, this was going to be long but I knew I was going to have a lot of fun.

Washing my body and hair, I left the shower making sure to step on the rug and not the tiled floor having fallen far too many times to not be careful. I placed my hair in a towel cage. Flipping my head down, placing the towel over my head and twirling the fabric before flipping it back over my head. Hair drying and out of my face it’s was a win-win. I stretched and looked over my bag one last time making sure to pack the extra, extra charger for Todoroki.

I knew I had to get dressed but I just didn’t want to, I didn’t want to get dressed or move. I was tired and needed more sleep even though I had gotten more than the recommended amount. Shaking my head and slapping my face lightly I nodded and began to get ready.

I got dressed and was thankful for button shirts as my hair could stay in the towel and dry for a little while longer waiting until I took the towel off to throw on the jumper. I made sure to look at my bag again, I had everything I knew I had everything but the fear of forgetting something was a lot to take. I shook my head. I’m sure someone would let me borrow something if I desperately needed it. I wasn’t worried. I was excited. I moved to take my headphones off charge placing the charger in and then rolling my eyes making my way back into the bathroom and placing all my toiletries in the travel bag than in my bag. Now I was sure I was ready. I was confused about why we had to wear our uniforms but I didn’t question it.

I walked downstairs with my suitcase and then looked to my mum saying I was ready. It took more effort then I would ever admit to putting my suitcase in the car but that was for another time. Finally sitting down we began the drive to school.

“Message me on your way back, hopefully, we will be home but if not you can call Lacy” Lacy who was mums butler per se. I had never asked her for a thing but I might ask for a lift home after the camp. I nodded. “Do you have everything or do I need to stop” there was the tone I had been missing for the past couple days.

“I have everything” I nodded and then the car ride was silent. Driving in the parking lot I could see a bunch of my friends and the other class, I forgot they were coming. Getting out I moved to the boot and grabbed my suitcase. “Bye Mum” I called out from the boot and got a quick reply and then she was off. I walked over to the group and Aizawa began to talk, I made it just in time.

“Now that you are finished up your first semester at UA high. It’s time for summer vacation to finally begin” I was pulling at my hair still slightly damp from the shower I had taken that morning. It wasn’t dripping onto the jumper so I was happy with it. “However, don’t think these will be months of rest for you heroes in the making” why was he always so serious, it made me on edge and scared for whenever he spoke. “This camp will be to push you beyond your limits” I wanted to but in saying he already had with my exam but a swift bite of my lip and I was silenced. “You’re aiming to become plus ultra” then we were waiting to leave.

I sighed and felt my hair again, I hoped it would dry but I knew it was only bothering me because I was thinking about it. I stood with a few other people talking about my suitcase having been put on the bus by someone I had never seen before. I was excited and nervous all at once. I watched as Kaminari and Mina left the conversation to dance with a red-faced Uraraka clapping for camp. They all looked so excited.

“I heard some of class A has to take extra courses. Does that mean they failed the final exams, that would be so embarrassing? Especially because you are meant to be so much better than my class. All of you must be waddling in shame” the blonde boy from 1-B shouted his eyes wide and voice loud. I seriously didn’t like him, he really had a problem but he fell to the ground with one hit upside the head from Kendo and he was out. He didn’t like my class but...there was no but, he was just rude.

She picked him up with ease by his collar “Don’t mind him” he was then dragged towards the bus and I wondered how many hours a day he was knocked out on average I would be quite interested in the outcome.

“Oh the rest of class B” Midoriya smiled and I turned to see some familiar faces looking back at me. I couldn’t see any distaste or anger when I met their eyes so I didn’t look away but I was nervous.

“It’s nice to see you outside the sports festival” her eyes were so wide and she had this smirk on her face but from no one batting an eye I figured that was just her personality "I guess now we’re not technically rivals” I don’t think Monoma got that memo. I saw a few nods and I smiled to the class.

“Time to get on the bus” Kendo called out from the door, I wasn’t sure if she was the class Rep but I knew whatever she said everyone listened too. Like a big sister, though I liked it. The class had someone they trusted and always looked too. Everyone in class B began to board and I looked to my class if we were meant to follow.

Though my thoughts were short-lived “Attention Class A our bus is here” Iidas’ arms were moving frantically his face stern and serious. “Line up in seating order” we all boarded and I moved to where I was meant to be sitting down and then looking out the window.

“I am seated with you, I think” I turned to see Todoroki and then sat down with me next to him. The lords are blessing me once again. He was so graceful as he sat down, not even making a sound.

“I brought the charger” I smiled and he spoke a quick ‘thank you’ as he proceeded to explain he lost track of time with his Mum “Don’t mention it, I stress so I would have had a spare even if you didn’t ask me beforehand” I laughed and he smiled, it was so small but I caught it, or did I imagine it.

We began to drive off, I wondered how long a trip it would be to the destination “Listen up, you’ll be on this bus about an hour before our first stop” it seemed all my questions were having immediate responses today. “Make sure you stay focused” Aizawa was one of the most serious people I had ever met.

“Why aren’t we blasting some music” of course it was Kaminari to say something like that. I was laughing lightly at the comment. I looked behind Todoroki and I and saw Bakugou and Tokoyami then in front was Tsu and Uraraka.

“No one should be standing that is a safety hazard, please remain seated” A definitely standing and angry or more so worried Iida yelled. I don’t think one person cared for what Aizawa had said or they just chose to ignore it. “Do not open that window” I laughed again quietly.

The journey may have only been an hour but it was far too long for my back on the uncomfortable seats. I had filled the time talking to Todoroki, just about anything and everything. Showing him things on my phone and him doing the same. We talked and it felt so natural and easy to talk to him. We talked until we were told to get off where he moved to let me out first, I made sure to thank him. When getting off I held my skirt jumping down off the rather high last step of the bus and sighed out walking forward into the group then moving to stand with Todoroki again.

“Finally, I needed to get off that bus” I agreed with Kaminari, it was an hour but a long hour. I didn’t regret it though, I got to talk to Todoroki for an hour which was by far a bonus in my books. Mineta cried about having to go to the bathroom though from what I could see we were just on the side of the road.

“You didn’t think we stopped here so you could stretch your legs did you” I turned seeing Aizawa, hands in his pockets and leaning back in a lazy stance like he was built to just standstill. Mineta stood in front of him begging to be able to go to the bathroom.

Then the door to the mysterious random car opened “Hey Eraser” so they knew Aizawa and judging by his lack of care, we weren’t in danger. Aizawa bowed and commented that it had been quite a while since he had seen the person still in the car. Then two girls jumped out one wearing pink and the other blue. Dressed in cat costumes. “You’re feline fantasies are here”

“Purfectly cute and cat-like girls” I mean they weren’t wrong they did have the whole look going for them. I was confused, this is why we had stopped for a few girls to just jump around in front of us.

“You can call us the wild, wild pussy cats” they finished their little routine and posed with a smaller boy standing next to them. They sure were confident and loud, I’m sure Mic would get along with them quite well. Though the class stood in silence.

“These are the Pro heroes you’ll be working with for summer training camp” I didn’t doubt they were heroes but they did scare me. I wasn’t a fan of overly loud people… I was a fan of one overly loud person. They, on the other hand, were a bit too much for my liking.

“They are a four-person hero team that specialises in mountain rescues. The pussy cats were founded when we were kids” I saw the two women stumble at his words, they didn’t like their age being mentioned. “Like forever ago” another hit to the ego. “This marks their twelfth year working as-” Midoriya was fanboying again, eyes wide with a matching smile though he was cut off by a hand, paw, to the face.

“I’m pretty sure your mouth must be off” I was right, they were sensitive about their age. It was the blue one who had a problem and I stepped slightly closer to Todoroki being a little scared of the women. “I’m eighteen at heart” of course she was.

We all collectively bowed and said our Hellos as of Aizawa's request. I was confused about why we had stopped if they were going to be our guides for the next week. I didn’t understand why we couldn’t meet them at camp. Though I didn’t voice my questions opting for just standing with Todoroki.

“We own this whole stretch of land, everything you can see” I was impressed, to say the least, it was a lot of land they owned not to mention how dense the forest was. It was the pink one talking, she seemed kind and loving “The camp you're staying at is there, at the base of the mountain” her voice was so calm as she simply pointed out into the area she owned.

It was quite far, I tilted my head in confusion. Why were we here then? “Uh, why did we stop all the way up here instead?” Uraraka asked Tsu to turn to face her friend. She voiced all our thoughts and I was grateful not even wanting to speak with the blue cat still on a rampage.

“I’m afraid we both know the answer to that” was I missing something? Had I not read something or was I not listening? I looked around and saw a few people shaking their heads in disbelief.

“That can’t be right,” Sato said slowly his head shaking, what was I missing. I looked out, we were on the side of a mountain. What were we going to do from here? Like sure it was nice to see where we would be staying but weren’t we just wasting time.

“Ok, back on the bus” Sero whispered his voice shaky and nervous. “Let’s go” wait, no they couldn’t be serious. I was reading this wrong, I had to be. Sero slowly turned to the bus as did a few others as we all agreed.

“The current time is nine-thirty in the morning” why was she mentioning the time. I was losing my mind, this couldn’t be real right? I felt my heart speed, why was time mentioned. “If you’re fast about it, you might make it there by noon” she smiled her tail slowly waving behind her. They weren’t going to make us walk there, were they?

I watched as everyone began to run to the bus in a panic, I just stayed still. If they wanted this to happen, we weren’t getting a choice about it. Sure I was angry but a simple bridge to the camp, we’d be there within the hour. It was easy, annoying but easy nonetheless.

“Kitties that don’t make it there by twelve don’t get any lunch” she called out and I sighed looking to my fellow peers running, or at least making a break for the bus. I walked over a little more so I could see them.

“You should have guessed students” Aizawa began his voice monotone and easy to read, he didn’t care. He was changing his mind. “The training camp” the blue one dropped in front of the group a collective yell being heard. “Has already begun” just before anything happened I felt something clasp to my wrist. “You need to work on not having a quirk” I was confused and then I was being thrown off a mountain.

“I swear I’m going to kill you Aizawa” I screamed my body going flying through the air as I held my skirt down trying to have some form of decency why of course I wasn’t allowed my quirk, why would I? The teachers loved making my life difficult.

We were all falling, dirt coming with us, the blue one. The blue one could control dirt? Or at least something like that. I held down my skirt as I was falling, I couldn’t believe we had been thrown off a cliff. We all landed with a shout and some groans.

“Good news” I looked up at the pink cat, her smile genuine and wide as she leaned over the rails to view us. “This is private land so you can use your quirks as much as you want too” I stood quickly feeling rage boil inside me. “You have three full hours, you should be able to make it to the facility in that time” was she joking, was this some kind of sick joke? “That is if you can get through the beast forest” I walked over.

“What quirk” I yelled and held up my arm showing the bracelet “I don’t get my quirk, what kind of absolute bullshit is this'” I was furious. I didn’t like not having my quirk or at least being equal with my classmates. “Aizawa” I yelled and saw his face lean over, I dangled my arm in the air “Hello” I screamed.

“Your quirk would allow everyone to easily get through without so much as a thought. So I take the quirk you work on your physical abilities and the class gets to learn” he was smiling, I could hear the smirk in his voice as I steamed. Rage and anger boiling in my veins.

“No” I shook my head, “First the exam and now this. This isn’t fair” I yelled out, I knew my class was behind me. I knew they could see me losing my mind. I was so angry, why could I not just be treated like the rest of them.

“Your quirk is unfair” he shrugged...shrugged. He just shrugged it off! My hands were shaking as I had so many thoughts running through my head. I was so mad as I gripped my head in anger.

I didn’t answer turning and watched as Mineta ran into the woods, he needed a bathroom. Though with the sound of a growl I looked up seeing a forest monster of sorts, big root teeth and arms as thick as logs. I heard a few screams but I was running.

I was so angry that my quirk had been taken I jumped high into the air and growled as I came crashing down onto the creatures head my foot landing and splitting the wood and dirt. I landed and looked back up the teachers “Fuck your forest” I screamed and then I was off again walking deeper into the woods with the class following.

“Y/N are you ok” I turned to see Midoriya and I knew everyone was watching me as I continued to walk, my footfalls loud and deep. Anyone could see I was angry, I was so angry.

“Do I look ok” I glared at the green-headed teen and he shook his head “There’s your answer” I grit my teeth and clenched my fists. “I am going to destroy each and every one of these pathetic little monsters and then when I get to camp I am going to lose my shit” I finished. “These monsters are just dirt, the blues quirk” I added.

We walked through the woods and slowly more and more began to appear, the next one was flying. Of course, this was going to be difficult. Why wouldn’t it be? We were working together to kill as many as possible.

“Seven in total, they’re coming” Jiro called out as I jumped from tree to tree. I jumped onto a flying one, digging my hand into the wing and pulling back, breaking it. The beast began to fall as I jumped not being crushed with it. I walked over and slammed my foot down into the creature it didn’t get back up.

Sato and Kirishima beat one while Dark Shadow and Ojiro took down another one. Mineta was running as well but Kaminari had used far too much electricity and his brain short-circuiting due to the intensity. I ran and picked him up before he was hit again. Iida kicked one, how many of these things were there? I was running with Kaminari, he was quite light. Toru was good at luring the monsters to set locations so the others could attack. Mina throwing acid on the legs making them fall. I could have ended this fight so quickly but no I wasn’t allowed my quirk. I placed down Kaminari with Shoji and I was off again trying to pull off the bracelet, it didn’t work.

I was fighting one, my mind clear and body fast as I ran through the legs and jumped on it’s back running up the back “Bakugou” I called out and kicked the creatures head forward making the weak spot on top of the head seeable. A yell and an explosion the creature was pieces. I fell through the air holding my skirt as I landed. “No quirk no fucking pants” I cursed.

Momo had made a canon and was blasting the creature while Tsu and Uraraka were working together by just throwing them in the air with zero gravity and then making them crash into the ground harshly. I watched as Bakugou continued to explode things. He seemed very happy. I continued to run as one followed me. There were more than seven now, there had to be.

“Ojiro, Tokoyami '' I called out and then ducked skidding along with my knees beneath a large branch as the creature got caught and then was destroyed by the two of them. “Thanks,” I called out.

“No problem” I heard in response and I was off again, running and jumping through the tree and ground. Dodging the creatures moved and their domino effect in the forest. I had to not get hurt. My knees were covered in dirt and I was sure my clothes were too.

Todoroki and Bakugou were working together. Ice slid along the ground rising and covering the legs and torsos of the monster then while they were stopped Bakugou came in with devastating blows. Exploding the dirt and smoke being created. They were flawless, I ran past jumping up to land the final blow, a kick to the top of the head as my leg fell all the way through as I landed on the ground crouching. Then Todoroki and Bakugou were running with me.

There were so many of them. She could make them quickly I could at least give her that but by the time we thought we were almost to the camp the sun was setting. Anger was boiling through my body. I was covered in dirt. I was flung into the air with my ass on full display as I went to cover myself I was going to be hit but was caught by none other than Bakugou. Who had given me quite a bit of a tongue lashing with flushed cheeks?

When we saw the ‘clearing’ I was on a march. Half the people could barely stand, we were holding each other up. What kind of bullshit was this, on the first day? We hadn’t even made it to the camp! Todoroki was shivering, Bakugou holding his arm, Iida not even able to use one of his legs, Kaminari was out of power. Everyone was like this, I was tired, exhausted. I hadn’t been able to use my quirk which could have helped my friends.

“I hope you are happy” I called out anger dripping from my lips as I walked out of the treeline my peers following “Do you have any idea how hard that was with no quirk” I threw my hands out in anger. “But no, who cares about Y/N she’s so strong and can do it” I made a digging motion with one hand. “Take this stupid bracelet off me this second” I was in front of Aizawa now.

“You said that would only take like three hours” Sero gasped out. He was right, they had said that. Aizawa moved forward to unlock the bracelet, he was smirking at me. I was so mad.

“I guessed we based it on how long it would take us, sorry” that’s all we got. A weak apology and a smile. We had fought our guts out and all we got was a sorry. I was shaking as Aizawa finally managed to get the bracelet off me.

“You were too strong for this exercise. Your peers need to catch up” I understood why he did it but it was unfair to throw me into a beast infested forest with no quirk and no heads up. I walked away back to the group rubbing my wrist.

“I thought it would take you kids even longer” it was the blue one, her paws over her mouth. It was her quirk we were fighting, a good quirk but I wanted to throw her off a cliff. “But you did a lot better against my dirt monsters then I thought you would” she smiled her voice light and high pitched, she had to be kidding? Was she doing this now, while we were all on the verge of collapsing? “You guys were seriously great, especially the five of you” she pointed to Iida, Mirdoriya, Todoroki, Bakugou and I. “It seems like you’ve had quite a bit of experience and the girl. Even without a quirk you still did some damage” Some? I did quite a bit of damage, I had my quirk back. I could do a lot more. "I call dibs on these kittens. I’ll groom them myself"

She came lunging at us and I simply put her in a box “I’m fine, thank you” I whispered out and raised my hand into the sky as the box began to float. I could feel her trying to get out “Much better” I sighed.

Midoriya pointed out the little boy that had been with the two women all day, I had noticed him but didn’t care for children. I hated children, disgusting little things. “Oh he’s my cousin's son, he just lives with us now. Don’t be shy Kota, say hi to everyone. You’re going to be around them for the next week”

“Y/N let her go” I sighed and dropped her from the sky, her tail spiked and she landed looking back to me with a scowl I glared back uninterested. Midoriya walked over to the small boy who seemed rather angry at the world.

“Hi, my name is Midoriya.” Why was he trying to make friends with the child? I grimaced and a shiver ran through my body at the mere thought of talking to a child. “I’m from the UA highschool hero course, it’s nice to meet you” his hand was outstretched but Midoriya wasn’t met with a light or gentle handshake but a hard and powerful punch to his lower regions. He fell. I think I saw his soul leave him.

Iida was running over within a second “What a low blow” I laughed silently, he wasn’t wrong. The blow was quite low. Iida managed to catch the falling boy in his arms “You fiend of a child” just another thing to add to the list of why I hated children. “A punch to the scrotum is unforgivable” I could imagine.

“The last thing I want is to hang with some wannabe heroes” my face fell, he seemed to be angry. Teeth grit and eyes flared. Something had happened, no one hated with so much passion for no reason.

“I can put him in a box” I swirled my hand mist falling from my skin like ink onto the ground. I had no shame just locking him inside a little endless prison for a few hours, days.

“No” I heard Aizawa and let my quirk fade “We are not doing that” I could hear Iida still yelling as I sighed and looked away shrugged. “He’s just a kid” I didn’t care if he was eighty or eight he was being rude.

“That brats got spunk” Bakugou smiled to the little human as I shook my head. He seems too proud of the little boy, I looked to the fallen Midoriya and realised this little kid was probably his favourite person right now.

“He’s like a mini version of you” I turned to hear Todoroki, he had a point though. The kid did act like Bakugou in a way, a more immature Bakugou. I wondered what the two of them were like as kids. Would we have gotten along? They were the only children I would have been able to handle.

“What are you talking about” Todoroki has made him mad again, Bakugou was storming over to the duel haired hero in training with a bounce in his step, a bounce ready to crush the other's skull. “Shut your mouth before I blast you all the way to hell” he was offended but if he liked the child I didn’t see why he was acting this way, I thought it could have been a compliment.

“Yeah sure” Todoroki had simply stated as I walked over and pushed them away from each other with a shake of my head. It wasn’t worth it, not while we were all so tired. Also, I didn’t care for their little conversation about the kid, he was a rude little shit. I only had room for one in my life and that position was filled.

“Enough playing around, get your stuff off the bus” they hadn’t even done us the courtesy of taking our things in. They had plenty of time to do it. “Once your bags are in your rooms, we will have dinner in the cafeteria. After that, you can bathe and sleep” the last two options were looking appealing right now. I would happily skip dinner to bathe now and sleep. “Tomorrow your training starts in earnest, better get a move on”

We all walked towards the bus and I could see everyone struggling. I did love my class and they had helped me out all day. I walked in front of them all bending down to open the hatch. “Thank you for helping me today” I whispered and I made a little illusion for everyone. Getting all their bags “You just have to get the copy to your rooms”

“Thank you” I was engulfed in a hug by Mina who was crying and rubbing her face into my shoulder in thanks. I pet her hand as an illusion walked over and helped her in ‘my’ arms as she cried.

“Y/N you are honestly a goddess” Kirishima bowed and I flushed waving my hand in dismissal. I was just doing something nice, they deserved it after today and these illusions took next to no effort for me. They were easy, I had been making them since I was a young one.

“It’s thanks for dealing with me being in a bad mood all day” I looked up and could see the thankful looks from everyone as a copy followed them holding their things as we walked into the building. I saw the boys sigh in defeat as we got to the crossroads “The illusion will stay, no need to worry” then the sighs of relief.

Placing everyone's things in the room the illusion would bow and then fall into mist as I helped the girls move their things into their rooms and places they wanted them. I was thanked the whole time and waved it off. Making our way to the cafeteria we all sat down and said our thanks and began to eat. It was good, more than good. It was perfect.

I ate slowly not having much of an appetite from the exams, I sat next to Bakugou or more so Bakugou had taken the seat next to me. I smiled that he wanted to sit with me. My other side was then occupied by Todoroki who was more than interested in the food. I saw Kirishima just shovelling rice into his mouth, he wasn’t chewing, I watched more. Not chewing, there was no way.

Bakugou was doing the same and Todoroki was following, slower but just as eager. I ate slowly not eating too much, just enough to fill me. I knew I was getting a few looks but I didn’t care. The beef was nice and had a nice seasoning. I grabbed another piece of a plate and within one bite I moved to pick up the little plate and put it in front of Bakugou who took a piece and then took the plate. It was spicy.

“This is amazing” he nodded and added it into his rice, no one else was eating it so I’m sure he could eat the rest of it with no issues. I turned and saw Todoroki looking for the water with his glass in hand and a jug was placed in front of him the illusion falling from stealing it from another table.

“Thank you” he whispered and drank down his water, sighing out happily in contempt. I had finished eating and offered my leftover rice to the still eating Bakugou who didn’t hesitate to take the bowl and continue eating.

Once everyone was done it was time for the bath, I was more than excited to sit and soak in a nice hot bath. I was walking slowly my head lolling to the side as I walked with the girls. Once in the room I grabbed anything I would or could need and I was off to the bath. I walked in happily my head beginning to clear with all the steam.

Everyone was getting undressed as I looked down, I had never been one to get nude in front of people, sure I had been in changing rooms but never fully naked, I took to the stalls most of the time. I set up an illusion to cover myself as I walked out of the bath. I could see the confused faces but no one said anything. Stepping into the bath, so hot and sending a nice shiver up my body. I dropped into the water, it came up to my waist, I walked forward and let the water slowly rise to my chest. The rest of the girls came in and we all sat around a rock. I lowered myself so only my head was out of the water and let the illusion fade the water full of different healing properties making it not clear.

“This feels amazing” Mina called out her voice happy as she moved to sit on the rock we were all crowded around. I nodded in agreement, the hot spring was lovely and just what my muscles desired after the day I had had.

“You are to stop this at once Mineta. What you are doing is demeaning for both the girls and yourself” we all went silent at the loud voice of our class Rep and the seemingly hurried aquatic steps. What was going on over there? “It’s shameful behaviour” then it registered, Mineta was being a pervert as per usual. Why was he allowed within a hundred metres of any female I wasn’t sure.

I wasn’t sure what Mineta had responded but judging by the loud bangs slowly going up the wall, he was climbing. How in the fuck was he climbing a straight wall? His quirk, I shivered. They were getting closer and none of the girls seemed to be able to move.

“Get down here this instant” Iida once more, so he was climbing. I stood from the bath and sighed. I was tired, putting up my hands slowly I rose a wall around us. Mineta couldn’t look in.

“He needs to find a hobby” I whispered and dropped back into the water as the rest of the girls looked over. I could see a few of them eyeing my shoulder. I froze and then an illusion went over the scar, it was fine. They’d think it was a mistake.

“Before you become a hero, you should learn how to be a good human” I looked up and saw Kota at the top of the wall separating the girls and boys bathing areas. I let the illusion of us fall, as he pushed Mineta off the wall with a slap of his hand.

“I’ll get you for this” Mineta yelled and then there was a scream, I think he landed on someone. I sighed and sunk lower into the pool. This was a lot for my mental capacity to take right now. Why was he in the hero course?

“Mineta is the worst isn’t he” Tsu croaked out in a quick reply. I nodded into the water not wanting to verbally respond like a few other of the girls did. I still wasn’t a fan of the child but I inwardly thanked him for being there.

“Thanks so much, Kota-babe” Mina called out her arms rising to put thumbs up at the kid as she sat on the rock. We were all standing together and I watched as Mina smiled in thanks. “We owe you one” I didn’t owe him anything but I was thankful for him.

He turned and looked at us and within a split second, he was falling off the top of the wall. I sighed, I was sure one of the boys was going to catch him. Perhaps he had a quirk of his own.

“Lookout” I could hear the child being caught, I was right and it was none other than the green-headed Midoriya. See, the child was fine without my help. I just wanted to soak and then go to sleep.

We soaked for a while longer and then it was time to leave and head to bed. As I walked out of the bath I covered myself in mist and made my way into the building to grab my full body towel. Covering myself I sighed out and grabbed my things as I made my way back to the room. I could have gotten dressed there but I wanted to change in the comfort of my room or at least the shared room.

I walked down the hall and then into the room, opening my suitcase to grab my clothes and walked into the bathroom. I dried myself and got dressed, I was running on instinct and willpower at this point. Grabbing I pulled down the jumper over my pants and looked in the mirror. I wished I grabbed Bakugous, his jumper was a lot warmer than this one. I left the bathroom and got my bed ready for the night. The other girls were talking and having fun as I brought out all my chargers moving over to the wall to plug them in and remembered I hadn’t given Todoroki his charger.

“Hey guys” I called out and the conversation stopped as I bent down to retrieve the charger I had packed for him “I’m just going to give Todoroki a charger he asked me to bring for him” I stood my eyes falling and tired “If I’m not back in twenty” I paused and shook my head “Come save me from Mineta”

“You got it” Mina replied and a few others nodded with smiles as I did too. “We will come and find you” she put up her thumbs and bounced on her bed happily.

I bent down and got the PowerPoint I had bought and walked over handing it to the girls “Also I bought a PowerPoint so all of us could charge our phones. I didn’t expect there to be a lot of power points” I could see the love blossom in their eyes as I smiled and then left as I heard a chorus of thanks.

I walked through the building making my way to the boys' rooms. It wasn’t too late but I was on the verge of passing out as I'm sure many of them were too. It was an easy find and I could hear some chatter. I walked up to the door and knocked lightly thrice all conversation stopped.

“I’ll get it” Kirishima, he was always first to volunteer. I loved that we got along and that he was my friend. I heard quickened footfalls as the door was open and his face fell into one of confusion “Oh hey Y/N” he grew awkward “I thought you were Aizawa” I laughed as he moved from the doorway “Come in, how can we help you”

Everyone was looking at me in my large jumper, short shorts and shin-high dinosaur socks I flushed and looked away shaking my hands “Oh no, I’m just here for Todoroki” that sounded weird. I looked over and now all the boys were looking to the duel haired male who was rolling out his bed. “I brought the charger you texted about” I held up the cord and he was walking over.

“Oh, I forgot, thank you” his voice was smooth as I held out the cord “I could have gotten it in the morning” he answered, I shrugged and tilted my head with a light shake my head. “Thank you again Y/N”

“No issues but I’m going to go before I pass out” I heard a few laughs as I turned to leave “Night boys” I called over my shoulder to the room full of my class.

“Goodnight” It was all over the place and different voices chirping in all at once but I closed the door and began the walk back to my room. I loved my class with all my heart, they were so amazing and I couldn't’ ask for anything better.

The walk was short and once I was back in my room I smiled at the jokes the girls were making that I arrived safely. Not too long after were we heading to bed. Lights out and chargers on we all laid down and I was out within seconds.

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Evil tutor⟿ Katsuki Bakugo x fem!reader Pt . 1

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A story; [which will include smut at some point] where y/n is failing chem and she has no choice but to be paired up with the one she hates the most- her. Who would’ve thought Bakugo was good at anything besides being a total asshole?

Take note : this ‘part’ will include - slight angst [ mostly arguing ] & swearing !

Word count, 1,198

I knew I would be facing repercussions because of my actions; being a failure or a student did not get you anywhere. You hated to admit that you totally flunked a class, but at the time you put your combat first, and your most challenging class took a backseat almost all semester.

“Please. Don’t make me take the class again Mr [random name]! I’ll just fail all over again, how much time do I have left before the semester ends?” I struggle to hold back my tears, the desperation in my eyes was honestly quite pathetic. You were ready to clean bathrooms for extra credit.

“Y/n, relax, I’m just going to assign you to a tutor.” He signs, clicking the button at the end of his pen repeatedly, my eye twitches out of annoyance.

“A tutor?” I ask, my counselor nods.

“As in someone coming to my house...to teach me?” I raise my hands in almost self defense, he nods again, more slowly, almost like I’m not getting the point or something.

“Yes yes yes,” he insists, I fiddle with my thumbs, it was my fault yet this felt extremely unfair, Mr. R/n stands suddenly, he opens the office door and peers his head out, almost like he was looking for something.

“I think he’s here if I’m not mistaken...” HE? I scream internally. This is just how the fan fictions I read started. Would we have this major attraction with upmost sexual tension? My heart- quite literally gets stuck in my throat when I see a somewhat tall, blonde boy with spikey hair, oh hell fucking no.

“You’re good at chemistry? This must be a joke!” I snort, my face twists and i glare at him. Bakugo tilts his head and rolls his eyes.

“I would’ve thought you’d be smarter!” He bites back. Me and Bakugo have had our moments, we both have practically the same quirk.

Frightening enough to have one Bakugo on the schools hands, but a potential sidekick? This was going to be a very cautious, slightly terrifying four years for the teachers.

Luckily for the students and staff, the similar quirk we shared drove me and Bakugo apart; we butted heads constantly and always fought, Mr. Aizawa always paired us up for practicing and combat, we could fight for double the time a lot of the other kids could fight.

The difference between me and Mr. Bakugo was that I was able to release my arsenal without needed to sweat like a fucking dog.

“I don’t think it’s smart to pair us up-”

“Enough of the childish quarrel; and if you want to pass this class you better let me help you.” Mr. R/n states matter of factly, I roll my eyes.

“Well let’s go ugly! I have until 7!” The bastard shouts, I cringe.

“Shut it! Sweaty bastard.” I growl, swinging my bag onto my shoulder and shoving past him, walking out of the office. They always do this shit on purpose. Everyone know we hate each other. Why do they do this.

We hate each other for the most obvious reason... competition and our anger issues. As kids, he used to burn all my toys, trip me, use his fire to threaten cooking my hair off. I couldn’t get him back because I didn’t have my quirk under control; thus never being able to use it. I used to cry and cry, his menacing laugh taunting me on the playground. Until I got strong of course.

Nevertheless, I hated him.

He follows me and I stride out the school doors, trailing behind me on his phone, silently dreading the fact we were stuck with each other. I stop before crossing the sidewalk and Bakugo pays no attention to me, slamming right into my back.

“Hey!” I screech, turning around and shoving him, he moves at least five feet back and looks at me absolutely furious, his teeth gritted together and his cheeks red.

“What the fuck!” He roars, walking over to me quickly and shoving me back.

“You better watch where you’re fuckin’ going you smelly piece of shit!” Flames emit from my palms and his does as well, his eyes a dangerous red and as flames come flying towards me, dodging, I make a break for it.

“Get back here pussy!” He chases after me and I giggle, “I have to tutor you!” He shouts, ‘that’s right’ I groaned internally

“I’m not letting you tutor me!” He glance behind me as we run off towards the dorms. Running was the only way to escape him ‘tutoring’ me, not fighting.

Right as I run down the pathway to the dorms, I caught myself lacking in speed when I turn my head to peek behind me, giving him the opportunity to pounce onto my back and I instantly scream and begin punching him frantically.

He grabs around my arms and waist, preventing me from hitting him further, kids stare; not with any shock of course. This is because it was no surprise the two most competitive kids in U.A, once again, were fighting like disturbed animals.

“I’ll kill you. I’ll fucking kill you.” I growl into his ear as he flips me over his shoulder, my bag swinging against his back, his arm holding my legs against his chest. When he walks up the steps, kids spread around- away from us, quickly clearing the area like we would make them collateral damage if they came too close.

“You better shut up before I put Sero’s tape around your mouth.” He grumbles, heading towards the elevator.

“I don’t want you to tutor me, ever.” I spit, he sighs.

“You think I’m excited? I fucking hate your guts.” He chuckles, the elevator dings.

“Let me dow-”

“No.”

He steps in front of his door and swings the door open, it hits the wall loudly and slams closed, he throws me on the bed and places his bag on the table in front of the couch.

“Ew, you’re fucking germy bed! God knows what you do on this thing.” I jump off in utter disgust.

“Shut the fuck up damnit!” He shouts. Do you think I’m going to let you scream at me? And not scream back?

“You better stop now before I show you who you’re talking too!” The wall echo my yelling, he slips his shoes off and sits on the floor. I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighboring rooms heard the shouting through the walls.

“Come on! I don’t have all day!”

“I’m not doing this, I’m not letting some disgusting animal teach me- whether I’m failing or not.” He quirks and eyebrow and crosses his arm, sending me a deadpanning stare.

“Fine, leave, I’ll make sure your counselor finds out.” The air was cold as I strangled him with my eyes - if looks could kill alright.

“Go ahead.” I brush my skirt with my palms and strut past him. Opening the door.

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“Why do you mean you didn’t study last night?” My counselor grits his teeth out of annoyance.

“As I said before me and Bakugo don’t-”

“Cut this crap y/n, I will fail you right now if you do not get that grade up.” I cross my leg over the other and huff out air.

“If I find out from Bakugo you aren’t letting him tutor you I will force you to attend summer classes.” I gasp and stand onto my feet.

“Alright!” I shout, he interlocks his fingers and throws them over his crossed knee.

“I’ll be checking in on Monday, I’m sure he will be free Saturday and Sunday as well.” His voice dissipates as I storm out of his office in a rage of fury.

#bakugo #anime #katsukibakugou #bakugo x female reader #fanfic #my hero academia #mha

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Hiii, i'm glad the requests are open. I'd like to request fem!s/o giving jotaro a lap dance, how would him react? thank youuu 💖

Hi! Thanks for your request! I went with Jotaro being around 25 years old here and in college.

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Jotaro watched you from across the room.

Whenever he thought that you might have caught him staring, he would dart his eyes away from you and onto the paper he was working on in front of him.

He had a crush on you- secretly of course.

Since the beginning of the semester, after you all introduced yourselves, he found himself being drawn by your personality and dedication to your work. He had talked to you a few times, but only in small conversations. Also, you were basically the only woman who wasn't all over or flirting with him everyday, making him want you even more.

In today's class, students were paired up with each other to work on coming up with presentations for the rest of the class; each group taking a topic from the board at the front of the class. Jotaro wasn't paired up with you, as much as he wanted to. Thats why he was distracted by you from across the room. His attention shifted when he heard the other two male students he was in a group with start whispering.

"That's what I heard, anyways. They said they saw her there."

"I didn't think she would stoop that low just to make money."

"What are you two talking about?" Jotaro grunted, they clearly weren't working on the project- though neither was he.

The two looked at each other then leaned forward, keeping their voices low from the other tables. "Y/N... I heard something about her."

Jotaro felt a shiver run through his body at the mention of you, but these two were obviously gossiping about something. "Like what?"

"Markus said that him and some of his friends saw her dancing at a strip club downtown the other night."

"What?!" Jotaro blinked and turned to look at you, lost in your studies with your group, not a care in the world.

"Dude, don't look at her!" The other student hissed. "She must have real issues if she dances like that for money."

The first student shrugged. "I dunno. She's pretty hot. Maybe she's doing it to look for a little attention?"

Jotaro didn't like how they were talking about you. If this rumor was true, then there has to be a reason behind it, but he didn't want to believe you did something like strip for attention. "Leave her alone." He went back to work on his paper. "Its not your place to make assumptions about someone if you are just going off gossip." The two just shrugged and continued to talk while they worked.

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All he heard the rest of the day was the rumor that was being told about you. He didnt like it, but the more he listened, the more he got intrigued. Through the chatter, he heard of the possible place you danced at.

Sitting in his apartment, Jotaro buried his face in his hands. He wanted to see if what the others were saying were true, and if it was, the true reason behind your choice to be a dancer. But he had never been to a strip club before; didn't really know what to expect. Getting up, he grabbed his keys and left his apartment, heading to the club you were rumored to dance at.

His nerves shook when he arrived. What was he expecting to see when he walked through the door? Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself to his neutral expression and walked in.

The hard eyes of the burly bouncer looked Jotaro up and down- they were almost the same size, maybe Jotaro was a little bit larger. There was a long hallway to walk down before getting to the main room. It kind of looked like a place you would see in the movies; tables, stages, poles, dark lighting. The women who worked here walked around, some waiting on tables and others giving dances in the corner and on the stage.

Jotaro felt his cheeks heat up. He felt a little flustered by being here, surrounded by women taking off their clothes in public- he always preferred that to be private. Scanning the room, he failed to see you. Guess that's all it was, just a rumor.

"Can I help you?"

Turning to the sound behind him, Jotaro was approached by one of the women sauntering around the room.

"You look like this is your first time here."

"Uhmm, yeah. It is."

The woman came closer, touching his arm. "Anything I can do to help?"

Jotaro was use to women coming on to him, but with the current setting, he felt awkward. "Uh, um," he cleared his throat. "I was...looking for someone." He mentioned your name to her.

"Y/N?" The woman backed up a little. "She's currently giving a private dance, she doesn't dance out here often. Did you want to book with her? I think there is an open room if you are willing to wait?"

His heart pounded. All he wanted to do was talk with you and find out the reason you do this. He would be lying if the thought of you dancing in front of him never crossed his mind, but again, would rather have that with you in his home. But he came here to talk with you. If being in a private room, away from prying eyes, was the only way, then he would take it. "Sure."

Jotaro's mind raced, not knowing what was going to happen while he sat in the room, waiting for you to enter.

Before he was shown to the room, he was told that there was a deposit he had to pay first before anything would happen. He laid down two hundred dollars without thought; he just wanted to talk to you, not get an actual dance, but knew he had to pay you for your time.

The door opened behind him. Turning around, he saw you, dressed in whatever outfit you started out with. His faced heated again, hot with want and embarrassment.

Upon recognizing him from your class, you froze, face so red it looked like it was burnt from the sun. "Oh my god, what are you doing here?!" I can't give him a dance! I tried so hard to keep this secret hidden!

"Look, before you get the wrong idea, I came here to talk to you." Jotaro held up his hands. "There were rumors going around the school about...this... And obviously those rumors are true..."

You looked away from him, unable to look him in the eyes. Jotaro took a step forward, his large stature overcasting you. "I'm sorry..." You said as a tear fell from your eye.

Jotaro didn't like seeing you upset. Bringing up a hand, he cupped your cheek and wiped the tear away with his thumb. "Though I may not look it, I do care about you." Your eyes met his as he continued. "I couldn't stand the others talking about you. They say you have issues or looking for attention."

You rolled your eyes; of course that would be the first things people say. "Well, those aren't true... I dance because...I need the money. I'm kind of in debt from school and trying to pay rent. I already have two jobs; this one here is for extra cash."

A long silence passed between you, neither knowing what to say next.

"Well, I got my answer." He said, heading towards the door. He turned slightly and smiled."But hey, you can always come to me if you're having trouble. I'll see you at school." With his hand on the handle, he turned it and started to pull, only to have you slam it shut before he could leave.

You thought to what Jotaro had said a moment ago; how he cared about you. How did that happen? You two barely talked. But you had a subtle crush on him as well. He was smart, mysterious, and as a bonus, very handsome. Spinning him around, you pinned him to the door. "Hey," you said, flashing him a devilish grin. "Didn't you pay for a dance? You think you're going to leave without getting your money's worth?"

Jotaro felt all his nerves tingle; excitement running through his veins. "Oh, um, I really just came to talk-"

Grabbing his hands, you pulled him towards the wide chair in the middle of the room, pushing him gently to sit down. Quickly straddling his hips, you used your hand to trace his sharp facial features.

This was very new to him. He had been with women before, but he had always wanted you. He felt flustered, unsure how to react to your touches and your movements. You sure knew what you were doing though, as you lightly moved over his lap, arms wrapped around his neck. "I, uh, am I allowed to touch you?"

You giggled, finding it a little amusing for him to be so stuttery. Jotaro Kujo, the big, burly, stoic man, being brought down by a mere little lap dance from you. "The rules here is you can't touch the dancers..." You stood up and wiggled your hips, unbuttoning your shirt and letting it hang loosely open, exposing your breasts in a beautifully laced bra. You leaned forward, placing your hands on his thighs, your face dangerously close to his. "But I won't tell if you won't." You kissed him slowly, tongue prodding into his mouth while you rolled your hips above his.

Jotaro had always thought about his first kiss with you, and this scenario wasn't one of them, but he wasn't going to complain. He'll take it. His hands came up and just rested on your sides, the feeling of touching your skin was exhilarating.

Pulling back again, you slowly removed your shirt and worked on discarding your skirt, shaking your hips seductively in front of him in just the matching bra and panties.

He was starting to get a little more comfortable with the dance now. He wasn't as ruffled as he was when he first arrived or when you started dancing on him. "You are beautiful." He sighed, burning your imagine into his mind.

Straddling him again, you continued to dance, grinding up and down his body and giving a few kisses. Jotaro now squirmed under you, arms at his side like they had been glued there. "Whats the matter?" You asked, a little worried.

The nervousness in his voice returned. "I'm, uh..." He looked down between his legs, you followed his gaze and smiled. He was incredibly hard, pants fully tented. "I'm sorry." He blushed.

"Jotaro..." You cooed. "Don't be sorry about that. Stuff like this happens all the time. I'm not allowed to help though, if you need to take care of it, there is a washroom just through that door there."

His eyes flicked to the door. It was an option, yes, but its not what he was looking for. Returning his attention to you, he pulled you into another kiss. "W-What do you think about getting out of here? Maybe go back to my place?"

You blinked, taken back from his question. Did you want to go with him? Your gut said 'absolutely'. But you were still scheduled for another few hours to dance. "I still need to finish my shift here."

Jotaro pulled you closer, his arms tightly around you in an embrace. "You dont need to work here anymore." Kissing your neck, he whispered into your ear. "I'll take care of you."

And that's just what he did.

Since then, he had paid off all your debt so you didn't have to work three jobs anymore; just keeping your day job for you to pay your rent. You worked together on projects in class and hung out frequently at each other's apartments. The rumors died down after everyone saw the two of you dating.

As for more lap dances, those were left to the privacy of your shared nights.

#sorry if this seemed sloppy #its all i could come up with #request #anon #anonymous #jojo #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jotaro pt 4 #jotaro #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader

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jessikahathaway · 5 years

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Crash Landing Part I

Oh henlo frens.

I did actual medical research for this fanfiction. Please, do not attempt any of the medical procedures in this work of fiction. If you are suffering any sort of medical disorder or injury, please contact your local physician.

I do not own the photo.

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader

Genre: Alien!AU, Sci-fi, Romance, Smut (Future), Adventure.

Warning: There are descriptions of medical procedures, please be aware of this when reading.

As a medical technician in study, the opportunity for practice never gets past you. You’d go to the local shelters and offer advice on small colds or even lacerations. Your village wasn’t very large, and a majority of the people who lived here, worked in the closest city or town.

You were a strong believer in natural remedies and searching through the forests to gather plenty of herbal painkillers and mint oils for recurring headaches. Rarely did you send away people to go to the closest clinic, because people around here weren’t rich.

Money wasn’t abundant in your modest village. People shared and took care of one another. Lived off of what nature gifted them with and relied on their own two hands to achieve stability in their humble lives.

Everyone you’d grown up with had either left in pursuit of the flashy lives and new exploits of the cities... People and booze being a strong pull to stave off the boredom that could creep into everyone’s bones.

However, you were an exception. You hated the city, the loud sounds and crowds only serving to scare you and giving you a massive headache. But, you were a self taught medical student hoping to head for the same city you loathed. As much as you loved and preferred herbal remedies, sometimes the knowledge gained from professional medicine is better than your salves. When you gathered enough money from helping the people locally, you planned on starting some classes. Staying in town to help of course.

People around you supported your decision, even though women weren’t generally accepted into the medical field. You were determined to make a difference. Cause a ripple in the pond of the cosmos and see what new things were to be discovered.

So far, it was going well. You had enough money saved up to no doubt get you through a few semesters at a small college. Your dream of helping people could come to fruition if you just kept going, and didn’t give up...

Until it all came crashing down around you.

A fire.

It had been a regular morning, waking up in your small cottage on the outskirts of the small lake where you’d see fishermen heading out for the morning catch. But, today was different.

You lived just beyond the boundaries of the village, so you wouldn’t hear much at night other than the soft waves from the lakeshore.

And that night you heard nothing either.

No desperate pounding on your door, nothing to elude to danger. But it was because it all happened too fast for anyone to comprehend.

You woke up and started making your coffee, one of the luxuries you could never live without. The local general store always had some in stock in case you were to come in for your fix.

The smell comforted you in the brisk morning. You walked out of your home and sat on the porch, grabbing a medical terminology book you’d been studying and getting a start on the surgical section of the text, when you smelt something... off...

It wasn’t unusual for you to smell bonfire smoke, as many families had one to get together and talk about their lives, to visit and to make memories with each other under the starlight. Warmed by the flames as they made merry.

However, this morning was different. The air didn’t smell of simple burning firewood, it smelt of scorched wood and... the horrible stench of charred flesh tainted with boiling blood. You knew the scent well from having to handle multiple burn wounds from the local fletcher. A kind hearted gentleman perhaps just a bit too clumsy for his own good.

Soon, you were off your porch, your precious book forgotten as you ran through the forest towards the awful smell. You noticed that the closer you got to town, the more the air was thick with fog, perhaps smoke. Heart pounding and feet aching you arrived on the outskirts of your beloved home... And the sight was ungodly.

Buildings collapsed and charred wood bare to the morning haze. You were frozen in your tracks as you gazed upon the scene before you. The entire village was razed, almost unrecognizable to your acute memory. Your favorite bakery sat in shambles, glass shattered about the ground outside.

You remember just the morning prior going to get a few croissants that sat in their box at home, waiting to be eaten. Now, they were a horrible sight to behold. One of the last things Mr. Noble had sold in his life.

They still sat in your window sill, rotting.

Mrs. Allison’s bookstore, gone. The books proved to be an incredible source of kindling. The building must’ve been swallowed in moments...

Your chest ached at the sights before you, and from the smoke inhalation you were subjecting yourself to. Quickly, you pulled out your handkerchief from your robe and doused it in water from the charred well. You applied the cool cloth to your face and kept walking.

The church where you’d helped so many during weekly mass was now a husk of its former comfort. Now, serving as a haunting reminder that God had turned his back on this town in their hour of need... Yet left you standing in the waste, alone.

Next would be where the Fletcher's station should have stood... Yet, there was nothing but chunks of stone and nearly decimated wood framework that sat, still smoldering. The heat you felt was nearly unbearable... You couldn’t imagine how it must’ve been a mere two hours before.

The blaze started here, you surmised, gathering more and more information as you looked around. The buildings next to the fletchers station had the most damage, and what hurt you the most was the fact that everything appeared to be rather fresh. This couldn’t have happened more than four hours ago. Everything was still smoking and bright red ambers showed in the morning dew.

You wandered aimlessly, the ground underneath your feet proving to still be hot as you felt your foot jolt in pain. You noticed that a metal mirror lay cracked in the Earth, no doubt from Emerson’s fine Jeweler’s that was only steps away. Taking your robe off you gathered the mirror and took it with you.

That mirror sits on your bedside table to this day. The cracked glass still serving as a reminder of this night.

Growing more and more desperate for human company, you began to yell.

“IS ANYONE OUT THERE?” you cried, looking from left to right for a sign of life the form from the ashes.

“CAROLINE!” you cried out for one of your close friends, the daughter of the Fletcher who would be turning eighteen in just a few weeks. She was planning on leaving for the city to become fashion designer. Proving to be just as skillful with her hand as her beloved father.

“MR. CEILBAKSKI!” the Polish man who moved in not even three years ago, who made delicious Perogies and started making toys for the children who adored his company.

“MISS SELIA!” you cried, falling to your knees on the wounded Earth below. She was the town’s teacher. She had taught you and realized your potential for helping others. Miss Selia was the woman who gave you her personal copy of an herbal remedies book that had set you on your path to where you stood today.

As you sat in the ash, a cold breeze came through the town. You then felt soft droplets of rain begin to brush your skin.

At that moment, you began to cry.

Slowly, the ash and smoke began to settle and the Earth’s wounds were healed by the gift of rain. The wood of the buildings cooled, the metal cracked from the temperature change. You heard the warping of glass and the smell began overwhelming.

You quickly found yourself vomiting into the gray ash that sat underneath you. Realizing that you were now alone in the world. Everyone you’d ever known in your life had been taken from you in one night. The worst part?

No one would ever know either.

People rarely ventured this far into the wilderness, seeing no point other than to trade. But trade was all organized by correspondence, and now seeing as you were the only residence... No one would be coming by at all.

Shame and disgrace drenched your being more than the rain from the heavens. You failed your townspeople. You were supposed to help them and keep them healthy, yet here you were, alive and well while they were all gone... Burned in the night while you slept comfortably in your bed.

The very thought disgusted you, causing another wave of nausea to wash over your body. Dry heaving, you clambered to your feet. You had to get away from here, the disappointment was immeasurable. You’d let them all down. It was your fault.

So, that day you decided...

You’d live in solitude for the rest of your existence, and never practice medicine again. You had no right, after how many died from your negligence.

Accepting your new found seclusion, you went home.

Leaving the village you had once loved so much, as a haunting memory.

* * *

The years that followed were mundane and silent. The only human interaction you had was from travelers that heard of your remedies. You simply told them you were no longer in practice, and they left... Sometimes offering some form of compensation for disturbing you.

You hadn’t much need for money.

You had some saved up from... before...

You sustained yourself and kept yourself alive by living off the land, like the others had before you. It was all very boring, and you longed for some form of excitement, or death. Whichever came first.

And you were living quietly, until one afternoon.

It was near dusk, you were sitting peacefully out on your porch, letting the warm sun bath your skin in light. The day had been wholly uninteresting, the only sort of thrill you had was when a branch fell onto your porch and made a knocking sound.

Travelers had stopped coming months ago.

Leaving you to your isolation as planned.

However, you found that you craved human people desperately. Although every time you found yourself longing, you reminded yourself of your misgivings and reprimanded your whimpering heart that this is what you deserved. You were to be alone, and that was the end of it.

That was, until a ear splitting BOOM echoed through the melancholy forest.

The sound of crunching metal and disturbed Earth ricocheted off the somber trees. You jolted from your chair where you found yourself nodding off, lost in your own thoughts. Ears ringing you rubbed your head in pain.

What in God’s name could’ve caused such a sound?

Your mind reeled at the sudden disturbance as you struggled to think of a logical reason for the sudden disruption. Could it be some sort of natural phenomenon that you simply had forgotten about? Were there hunters in the forest?

No... You’d heard hunters within the months, and none of their methods of capture were this deafening.

Perhaps it was a-

“HELP ME!”

A blood curdling scream reached your ears. Your body went cold. Someone was hurt.

Before you knew it you were on your feet and rushing towards the direction you swore to never venture towards again. Even though you hadn’t traveled the path in years, your legs remembered the turns and sights perfectly.

Turn left as the rotting oak tree, keep going straight for fifty paces.

Soon, you were back in the ruins of your ghostly past. And, right where the schoolhouse rubble used to sit, was an odd looking... something...

It was large, possibly the size of the former proudly standing church. It shone in the blazing afternoon sun. The smell of something foreign reached your nose and you coughed at the weird scent. You couldn’t describe ever smelling something like it before, and approached the vessel with caution.

Coughing, you attempted to speak.

“Hello?” your voice sounded off to your own ears. You had no need to speak in the silence of your life. You got closer to the vessel slowly, nervous to what you would find.

Suddenly, a groan of pain alerted you towards the remnants of Mr. Noble’s bakery. A person was on the ground, in a heap, covered in what looked like soot and other various smudges. You saw that they appeared to be male, however you weren’t sure... Because they were absolutely beautiful.

Their skin was pale and scuffed, but shone against the stark contrast of their bleak surroundings. They appeared to have a metal toned hair color that you’d never seen on a human being before.

“A-are you alright?” you asked, getting closer to their form. You immediately noticed the hiccuped breathing that no doubt was caused by a fractured costal. You bit your lip and tried not to think about it. “Can you hear me?” you asked, placing a hand on the ground next to them, not sure if you should get any closer to the stranger.

“Help... me...” they pleaded, their eyes not opening, but you could feel their agony as if it were your own.

“I-I...” you struggled.

You told yourself that you no longer had the right to practice after what occured in this very town years ago. And you hadn’t, other than making minor salves for your own personal use. However, this might be the worst case you’d ever seen.

And, just maybe...

If the Lord would grant you this one success, you could rest easier at night knowing you’d at least help one more person...

Just one more...

Without another thought you reached out and touched their head. They seemed to relax into your touch and you tested their arm to see if there were any fractures to inhibit your moving them

When you saw no reaction from the poor soul and felt no large fractures, you began to pull them up off the ground.

“Ah...” they grumbled in a low tenor... So it was a man...

“Sir, can you hear me? I’m going to need you to stand up, I’ll support you, but you have to try to stand up for me,” you persuaded. The male coughed and flexed his legs in an attempt to push himself up.

That small amount of strength was enough for you to get him up and resting against your side. Taking on the brunt of his weight you could feel how exhausted his body was. He needed to rest as soon as possible.

Interlocking your fingers and securing your hold around his waist you began to walk.

Slowly but surely you made it back to your cottage before darkness had completely encapsulated the world.

Walking into your home you helped the man onto your bed, nearly falling on top of him in your own fatigue. But now was not the time for sleep, there was much work to be done.

Quickly, your mind was set back into your medical knowledge. You rushed to your well outdoors and grabbed the cloths that were hanging on the wire outside to dry. You gathered up your skirts and hurried back inside before too much time elapsed.

Now was the time to make haste. The first twenty four hours after an incident were the make or break moments. It was here you decided if he lived or died.

“Just one more, please,” you begged to yourself as you set down the bowl of water and grabbed the familiar yellow sprigs of witch hazel and put them in the water. Witch hazel has many healing properties for the skin, not just with cleansing and anti-inflammatory. It would help with the bruising he would experience no doubt.

While letting the witch hazel set in the water for potency you ran to your cupboard in search of your peppermint salve. The peppermint will ease the ache of his muscles and help with his respiratory struggles as well.

Coming back to his side you looked at his clothing.

It looked nothing like what you’d ever seen before. Had clothing changed that much in the past years you’d been out of society? Certainly that wasn’t the case. Regardless of his odd attire, it was going to have to come off.

Your cheeks flushed red as your mind wandered to less appropriate thoughts, making you shake your head in frustration. He was your patient, not someone to fantasize about! How dare you think so lowly of someone in need!

You went to the odd metal clasps at the front of his, tunic? Whatever it may be, it opened quickly and you removed it and set it aside, looking at his torso in worry. There were multiple small cuts and scrapes that the witch hazel would cleanse properly, however, there were a few cuts that would need more attention.

Examining closer, you saw there was a shard of glass lodge in his pectoral that would need to be removed promptly. Another worrying discovery presented itself to you soon after.

The result of a collapsed lung showed on his skin. The bluish tint to his otherwise pale flesh made your heart skip in worry. He either was struck on the chest extremely hard, or there was something penetrating him from the back.

Quick to find the cause of his ailment you delicately pushed him on his side, ensuring that the collapsed lung wouldn’t be affected too harshly from the movement. Seeing no protruding injury you decided to make your decision.

You had to perform surgery. And soon.

Desperately thinking back to your medical textbooks you remembered that doing this would be risky, and you had to prepare accordingly. Rushing to your long forgotten medical cabinet you discovered your old, but clean medical tools. Searching for the open holed syringe, you almost cried with joy when it was in your hands.

Clambering over the young man with haste you settled yourself on his hips and gathered your courage. You’d never tried any kind of aspiration before this moment. You whispered a quick prayer for your patient’s safety before gripping the syringe and forcing it directly in the center of the blue twinged area. The man underneath you huffed in pain, but you were quick to begin removing the air that had been caught between the collapse lung and his chest cavity.

Eventually, you managed to get his breathing to ease and watching as the blue hue to his breath taking skin started to lessen as well. Soon, you grabbed your witch hazel infused water and began to cleans all of his wounds on his torso.

You glance at his legs and thanked God that there didn’t appear to be severe damage. Minor scrapes that could be easily cleansed and healed were the majority. A gash peaked out from underneath his pant leg...

Damn, you’d have to remove the trousers to see the full extent of the damage. You didn’t want to disrobe the poor man without his knowledge, but his health was of your main concern at the moment.

Slowly, you unbuckled his pants and tugged on the fabric gingerly, careful to not disturb any possible injuries lying underneath the material. Once his clothing was removed you found a sizable cut that would need sutures.

Grabbing your witch hazel solution you cleansed his laceration. You sighed and noticed that it was still bleeding badly. You collected your sewing kit and lit a candle. Holding the needle over the flame you watched and assessed its cleanliness. After a few more times in the fire you moved towards your patient. Ensuring that the area was dry and sterile you proceeded.

You sat in the dimming light of night and tied off the sutures and leaned back on your haunches.

It was no doubt closing in upon the witching hour. His survival now depended on him, and his ability to pull through the darkest hours of the night. If he woke to see morning, there was a very good chance of him to see many more days in the future.

You placed a cool cloth with the witch hazel on his forehead to dissuade fever from creeping in on him during the night. Next, you grabbed your garlic oil and placed a few drops in his mouth following with a few drops of peppermint oil to even out the stench.

Next you collected your basil lavender balm and rubbed it on his wrists and on the tender areas of his skin. When you brushed your hair out of your face you noticed his hair was caked with dried blood and a black, slick liquid. Your face turned up in displeasure before you hurried to gather some some and rosemary to clean his hair with. He’d need a bath when he woke, no doubt, but for now cleaning him up would be a good idea.

Setting your items down on the bedside table, you walked out to get a bowl of water for his hair. Pumping the well you thought back to what had unfurled in the past hours...

What was that large, vessel like structure in the town square? Who was the man currently sleeping in your bed and, what was he doing out in this area of the forest? So many questions swirled in your mind that what brought you out of your thoughts was the cold water sloshing on your feet. You’d overflown the bowl of water in your state.

Shaking your head you moved back towards your cottage. For now, the questions didn’t matter. Saving this man’s life what your main priority.

Kneeling beside him you collected the soap into a lather and washed his hair gingerly, making sure not to jostle him too aggressively. You didn’t feel any kind of fractures or tension in his neck. He was lucky in that respect, he could’ve been in a lot of trouble if his neck or spine had been injured. Leaning over his body you watched a shiver go down his form.

Was he cold?

You noticed that he was only clad in some sort of undergarments. You squealed at the realization of you not covering him properly!

“I’m sorry, hang on,” you whispered, rushing to your closet and getting some linens out. Coming back to his side you unfolded a soft sheet that would keep the bulk of the blanket from irritating his wounds. You wanted them uncovered for the night. Giving them the chance to breathe and in the morning you would bind them for recovery.

Laying the blanket over top of the sheet you watched as he seemed to settle slightly, tension leaving his torso. You rubbed your forehead in exhaustion. The day was taking its toll on you. However, there was still things to do.

Seizing one of your towels you dried his silver hair. You inspected the strands and found that they were naturally occuring. Not like that hair changing practice beauticians had began doing in the cities. Next you grabbed your brush and comb through his locks to get out any tangles so he would sleep comfortably. Right now, rest was imperative. His strained muscles needed to relax and keep from any kind of strenuous activities.

Examining your work you placed your hands on your hips with pride. You’d done what you could for him. At this sensation a few tears came to your vision. This was why you loved medicine. Bringing someone from the brink of death back, giving them their years back before they were taken too soon. It was these rewarding emotions that kept you going...

And perhaps, you could start again...

No!

You were only saving him because you were his only chance at survival... That’s the only reason you allowed yourself to aid him. And once he was healed, you’d never touch your instruments again...

But now, there were mundane chores to attend to.

You were efficient in taking his clothing out and dunking them in the lake, submerging them in the water and scrubbing them on your board to ensure all the gunk came out. There were decent slices taken out of the material that you’d have to mend later on...

His injuries shouldn’t take terribly long to heal. The real worries were his collapsed lung and his laceration of the left thigh. Once those were set for recovery, he’d have to leave. You preferred this solitude... Didn’t you?

Taking his clothing back towards your home you hung them out to dry, only then did you let yourself sink back onto the floor next to his bedside. You’d only sleep for a few moments, then you’d get to work on... on...

Sleep became harder to fight as you leaned against your bed. He’d be resting for a while, and so should you...

With these thoughts in your head, you drifted off into your dreams.

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BTS scenario → them being the good guy, you being the bad girl.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; college!au ; sex ; public sex ; oral sex ; language genre: smut ; angst ; fluff

a/n: oh my fucking god, this is so fucking good of a request that I literally am so inspired to write 29292 stories out of these scenarios lol. I really hope you all like them (and why the fuck do almost all of them revolve around sex lol. can you tell I’m about to have my period and am horny 24/7 - editing update: idk when i wrote that but honestly, can still relate lol) (masterlist is in my description box)

kim seokjin

All Jin had wanted to do was spend a few peaceful hours in the library to study for the test he'd have next week. And at this late hour, it was simply the best time for him to do so, only a few students scattered here and there.

But tonight, there would be no peace.

Not when you entered the library and sat down in front of him.

“Hey Kim.”

“This is a library,” he said, his voice relatively low, “People want to study here.”

“Come on, babe,” you smiled sweetly, waited until he finally raised his head until you let your foot glide up his leg. You could see him tense, but he didn't scoot away.

He'd never scoot away from your touch.

“(Y/N),” he warned. Or at least tried to make it sound as a warning.

“There's this really nice corner over there,” you nodded towards a secluded section in the back, “You and I could check out the books.. see if there's anything interesting for you there?”

You got up before he did, but he didn't manage to sit still for more than ten seconds longer before he ran after you.

Jin had considered himself to be a good student before. One who followed the rules.

Until you entered his life and now..-

..- now he was fucking his girlfriend into a bookshelf and praying that nobody would come find you two here or his reputation would quickly go down and join yours on the floor.

min yoongi

Yoongi liked to stay within his group of friends. He had his brothers/frat members and that's all he ever needed. He didn't need to go partying or anything when he could just stay at home and enjoy his night with them.

But then one night changed everything.

One night, in which you and a couple of your girlfriends had decided to drive around town and play pranks on every frat house you could find. And unfortunately, Yoongi's was one of them.

“What the hell?” he asked as he was walking outside, still in his pajamas, just like his frat members.

“Oh, did I wake you up?” you laughed, your head cocked to the side, “Sorry, grandpa.”

“Grandpa?!” Yoongi repeated, furrowing his eyebrows.

To his left, he could see Taehyung and Jeongguk trying to get your girlfriends to stop throwing toilet paper over the bushes and against the windows. But all he could really focus on was you, especially when you came dangerously close.

“Aren't you?” you licked your lips.

Yoongi tried telling himself that you weren't worth it. That he didn't have to prove anything to you and that he was better than this.

‘Just turn around and walk back inside, Yoongi. Just.. turn.. around and..-’

But there was that challenging glint in your eyes that had him say: “Come inside and I'll show you differently.”

Your plan for tonight was really just to play pranks, not get fucked mercilessly by someone you thought was a boring guy that was mentally 90.

And if Min Yoongi proved you one thing that night, it's that he was not boring at all.

jung hoseok

“I really want to go home,” Hoseok sighed deeply, trying to convince his hyungs to go home early from this party.

He just hated these things. He'd rather stay at home with pizza and and watch a movie. Parties just weren't his thing.

But tonight was one of his frat member's friends birthday party and so he had let himself be dragged here.

And regretted it more than anything, especially when three girls suddenly walked up to him and his friends, you at the front.

“Hoseok, right?”

“Y..- Yeah?” he knew who you were. Well, everyone knew who you were. Maybe that's why he was so intimidated.

“Okay, so here's the thing. Somebody dared me to do something and I'm really not someone who likes to lose..”

“Okay?”

“The dare is to get you to sleep with me.”

Hoseok's head immediately whipped to his two frat members that had dragged him here, Jimin and Taehyung immediately giving him a huge thumbs up.

“She’d treat you really good,” one of your friends said sweetly.

“Better than anyone has ever treated you,” the other one added.

Hoseok would lie if he said he wasn't interested. The last time he's had good sex was with his ex and he's been single for over three years now.

That's probably why he agreed. And because you were literally the most beautiful woman he had seen in ages and never thought you’d even talk to him.

But after that night, it was actually you that reached out to him. Because you couldn’t let a man like that go, not when he was actually the one that treated you like a freaking queen.

kim namjoon

He was doing this for credits. He was doing this so that he could be someone important one day, just like he always wanted.

But now that he was brushing his hands over his face, completely done with you, he didn't know if this was worth it.

“Can't we just take a break? Do something fun?” you wanted to pull out a cigarette, but Namjoon quickly took them away and threw them in the garbage.

“(Y/N), if you don't get this into your head soon, you will fail this semester.”

“So what? I don't care,” you shrugged, leaning back with crossed arms.

“But I do!” did that just come out of his mouth? Why was he so upset over this? You were a bitch, everyone knew that. So why did he care so much? You seemed to ask yourself the same thing, surprised that anyone would care about something like your grades, “You think your act is so cool, right? Well, guess what? It's not. Because I know that even though you like to pretend to be stupid because that's cooler, you're actually really smart. So stop pretending to be this person you're not. Stop pretending like you don't care, when you do!”

Nobody has ever talked to you like that.

If they had, you would have kicked their asses.

But instead, you blinked at Namjoon a couple of times and then pulled the book back towards you, turning it to the next page.

And Namjoon let out a breath, beginning to smile softly.

park jimin

Jimin and a friend of his were sitting in an empty lecture hall, talking, laughing.. getting to know each other a little better maybe.

She and him didn't know each other very well yet, but if it was up to Jimin, he would like to change that.

But there was still that matter of..-

“Oh, come on, Park. Seriously?” you leaned against the door frame, chewing on your gum as you were looking at him and the girl in disgust.

Great.. he didn't really need his ex-girlfriend on a day like this. So he quickly apologized to the girl and told her to wait, before he ran up to you and dragged you into the hallway.

“What do you want here?!”

“Just wanted to see if she sucked you off yet,” you shrugged.

“Stop being jealous. We broke up, remember?”

“You broke up.. and nobody ever breaks up with me, Jimin,” you cocked your head to the side, “Just.. come back to me, okay? We can work out whatever bothered you and I can give you exactly what you want.”

You tried to be seductive, but the second you wanted to touch Jimin, he pushed your hand away.

“I don't want anything from you, (Y/N)! You and me.. we're just way too different! But her..-” Jimin turned his head to the side to look at the other girl, suddenly turning a lot softer, “She's right for me. She understands me and she’s kind and sweet and..- please, just..- leave me alone, I'm begging you.”

You had tried to win him back for months. That's how much you loved him. But Jimin never seemed to see that. All he saw was the bad girl that only wanted to smoke, drink and have sex. He didn't see how much you had changed because of him. How much you wanted to become a better person because of him.

You watched him go back into the lecture hall, your squad showing up behind you.

“Should we have our fun with her?” one of the girl asked, “Maybe show her that you don’t mess with our boss’s men?”

You blinked a couple of times, a lonely tear running out of your eyes as you watched the two of them smile at each other before you said: “Yes.”

kim taehyung

“Where are you going? Church?” you laughed as you passed Taehyung on the parking lot of the shopping center.

“What if I was?” he tried walking faster, but you were quicker, pushing yourself between him and the door to his car.

“I'd say that sinning is a lot more fun than praying.”

Taehyung's breathing hitched in his throat from how close you were and tried telling himself that the last time was a mistake. That it was a one-time thing and that just because he jerked off to the memories of being buried inside you didn't mean that he wanted to do it again.

He was a good guy. You weren't. You were mean and you broke the rules and..-

..- god, you were so fucking attractive.

“My roommates are out for the day, you know?” you whispered, getting up on your tiptoes to quickly kiss his lips.

But that was enough for him to open the door and push you inside.

It was thankfully dark outside, the parking lot being almost empty anyways, because you and him did not manage to make it back to your apartment.

jeon jeongguk

Jeon Jeongguk liked to steer clear of trouble.

He attended his classes in the morning, went to the gym, went home to study and went to bed.

Every day the same thing.

It might be boring for some, but it was enough for him.

Until one day, the doors to the gym got opened and you walked in. And then everything changed.

“Jeongguk! Hey, are you in here?!”

Jeongguk bit his lip, looking down at you and begging you to stop sucking him off in the shower with his eyes, but you only grinned around his cock, making him moan out loud almost.

“Ah, yeah.. I'm here, hyung.”

“A couple of us wanted to meet to study later at my place.. do you want to come too? I'll order pizza.”

The old Jeongguk would have said yes in a heartbeat. Pizza, friends and studying sounding great.

The new Jeongguk, however, knew that he would rather take his new girlfriend home and screw her so hard that she would cry eventually, not study a single bit, because he'd rather hold her all night long and wonder how the hell he managed to score someone that was so unlike him.

“Thanks for the offer, but I think I'll pass tonight. I'm.. kinda tired..-”

“No problem, man. Rest up!”

And as soon as the doors were closed, you released his penis with a plop and smiled up at him, “Any plans for tonight?”

“So many,” he laughed darkly and pulled you up from the floor, picking you up like you were a feather.

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stylesgalaxy · 5 years

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mastermind; chapter 10

New Year's went by really quickly. We all went to a party at one of Julia and Harry's friend's house. The guy was filthy rich so I found myself being careful not to touch anything so I don't break things. Zayn didn't come with us because he was invited elsewhere by some of his other friends. So I was quite bored not knowing anyone at this party who wasn't wrapped up in someone's arms. Eleanor came with Louis, I found Niall a hot chick to make out with, and Harry and Julia were attached at the hip as usual.

I swish my Diet Coke around in my cup, leaning against the wall. My eyes are set on Harry as he dances with Julia. Occasionally he'll spot a friend he knows from class and chat with them until Julia grabs his attention by pulling him in for a kiss. The scene oddly reminds me of the first time I saw Harry and he was very happy and social in the heavy crowd of intoxicated teenagers. He looks way different now that he was older, but the same boyish grin that trapped me in the first time, was once again nestled in his cheeks.

Oh how I wish he was blindfolded and waiting for me to kiss him again. Anything for him to not be Julia's boyfriend for five minutes so I can press my lips to his and feel his blazing touch. Those soft, cherry lips had the power to turn my guts inside out and as horrible as it sounds it remains the best feeling I've ever felt.

My sinful thoughts of my best friend's boyfriend come to a halt when I feel a presence beside me.

"You don't drink?" he asks carefully. I let my eyes slide to this new person, taking in his well built body, up to his beautiful structured face and puppy dog eyes. He is simultaneously hot and adorable. I want to press my body against his and feel his biceps but also pinch his cheeks and ask him if he wants brownies.

A light shines on him and strangely, it's his suddenly illuminated nose that jogs my memory.

"Liam?" I exclaim. How did I not recognize him sooner?

"Hey," he smiles, leaning his shoulder against the wall. His eyes flit over to Harry and Julia as well. "They're cute together."

My stomach coils. "Yeah," I answer, bitterly.

He glances at me curiously. "You're not in the partying mood?"

"What gave it away?" I roll my eyes, downing my non-alcoholic beverage at the party that had all the alcohol I can possibly think of.

Liam chuckles.

"What are you doing here anyway?" I ask him, after a few moments of silence. He was dressed formally, I've never seen him in casual clothes. "Don't you have more important things to do like sort Mr. Tate's mail in alphabetical order?"

He scoffs, while I hide my smirk behind my cup. "I could ask you the same thing."

"Those two," I nod at Harry and Julia, "are my friends. And they're good friends with the guy who's throwing this party. I'm here by association. What are you here by? Do you usually crash parties filled with people a few years younger than you, or just the ones where your boss' daughter is attending?"

There was a hidden jab in there. Call me crazy or psychotic, but I do find it slightly strange that Liam is at this party. Sure, he's no older than twenty-four, but twenty-four year olds dressed like they have some important job for some important people (which he kind of does) don't attend university house parties. Not to mention, he does constantly go out of his way to do things for Julia that I'm pretty positive Mr. Tate doesn't know about. I don't know what his deal is, but I want to make sure Julia isn't in any danger.

Positive that I had him backed up in an inescapable corner, I tilt my chin up slightly and wait for him to start sweating.

He doesn't. Instead he laughs.

"You're funny. And you're saying a lot of words," he answers, taking a large gulp of his drink. His eyes turn back to Harry and Julia, taking a moment before saying, "This is my house."

Oh God. I am so embarrassing.

"Th-this is your house?" I stutter. Why does he even bother working so hard if he lived in such a place? "This is your party?"

"No. It's my brother's. He's a classmate of Julia's. I didn't know there was a party, I just got home."

Oh. Well, I'm never speaking to anyone ever again.

"Sorry for uh, you know, making you seem like... uh," I stumble across my words, heat creeping up on my face. Quickly, I decide to improvise. "It's probably the alcohol getting to me!" I laugh loudly and hold my cup up.

"That's not alcohol. That's a coke," he says with amusement in his eyes. My arm drops. "Diet coke, to be precise."

"How the fuck do you know?" I question, angry now.

"Rich people like to think drinking diet coke makes them healthy. You don't know how many times I've been sent to bring diet coke for everyone. If there's anything I know better than a diet coke, it's how to sort Mr. Tate's mail in alphabetical order in record time."

He has a smirk on his face that tells me he's not as drunk as he's making himself look. Why he wants to act drunk is beyond me. Then again, I tried to pretend to be drunk too.

"Does he actually make you do that?" I ask, feeling bad for him. "Sort his mail in alphabetical order?"

"No, of course not!" Liam laughs, then looks down at his cup. "He makes me sort it in order of importance."

I snort and quickly we both fall into fits of laughter.

Like he's timed to do it, Harry appears in front of me right at the moment I stop thinking about him.

"Aria." He has a cute smile on his face, his eyes glossed over. "You'll never believe what I just did," he giggles.

He giggles. Lord, give me strength.

Harry hiccups, completely ignoring Liam's presence. Or maybe he just hasn't noticed him.

"Julia said you're going to be driving us back h-home, but she forgot to give you her car keys!" Harry laughs and I fail to see what was so amazing about this until he continues. "S-so I took them from her! I hid them," he whispered in my ear, like he was telling me a secret.

I decide to humour him and play along. He looks so happy, I'll let him think he has her keys when they're actually sitting safely inside my pocket.

"Look, look," he says suddenly and turns me around by my shoulders, pointing across the room. Julia is drunkenly walking around kind of in circles, looking for someone. Probably for Harry. She bumps into a girl she knows and they hug and laugh together. "She's looking for her keys! But sh-she can't find them because I have them!" Harry starts laughing so hard he's doubling over. I hold him up so he doesn't fall and get hurt, at the same time trying not to show how whipped I am for this loser right in front of Liam.

"That's hilarious, Harry, I couldn't have pulled a better prank myself," I tell him and then roll my eyes to Liam. Harry straightens back up and begins searching through his pockets. With a wide grin on his face, he pulls out a set of keys I've never seen before.

"Here it is! Don't let her see it!" he tries to cover them from Julia despite her being across the dark room.

"Harry! Where did you get these? These are someone's keys!" I pulled them towards myself and examine it closer. It's keys for a Mitsubishi which is not the car Julia has.

Harry remains oblivious to the fact that he somehow stole some innocent person's expensive car keys, thinking he was just playing a prank on his girlfriend. I look around in despair, how am I going to find out who's these are?

"Aria, live a little, come on smile," Harry slurs, tapping my cheeks. I scowl at him because now I won't be able to sleep at night until I get these returned to their rightful owner.

"I have to find who these keys belong to, you dick!"

"They're Julia's, duh! That's why she's looking for them."

"She's looking for you, dumbass! And they're not hers, I have her keys. See!" I pull out Julia's keys from my pocket and Harry's eyes widened like saucers. He begins resembling a frog again.

"Whoa," he says in awe. "I made those appear in your pocket?! I can do magic!"

I sigh heavily and push him away from me in annoyance.

"I can keep those, you know," Liam offers. I glance at him in confusion and he stares back at me like it's an obvious answer. "It's my house, either me or my brother will get called up first when someone starts looking for those keys. Not to mention the car is probably park out here so the owner will have to come here anyway."

"Huh. You're right. Okay, here you go!" I toss him the keys, happy to have the responsibility off my shoulders.

"Amazing! See Aria, there's nothing to worry about, now live a little!" Harry exclaims again. "Come, let's dance!"

"No," I answer quickly. I can't possibly have Liam see how close I am to Harry. Any one of our other friends accept our friendship because they saw how distant Harry and I were from each other, they won't suspect anything. But Liam doesn't know and if he gets suspicious as to why Harry and I are so close, it won't take him long to realize I'm in love with him. I can only hide it for so long and from so many people.

"Okay fine let me introduce you to the foreign student doing a semester abroad, he's hilarious!"

And I was dragged away.

A week later and Liam's been pushed to the back of my mind. The only interaction I've had with him was when Julia told me he wanted to let me know the car keys were found. I made sure to tell Harry the story of his theft in great (and slightly exaggerated) detail, causing him to cringe and cover his face in his hands. It's not something I'm going to let him forget easily.

People are piling into my Wednesday morning art history lecture slowly. There is still fifteen minutes left before the class starts and I already chose a seat in the lecture room near the aisle. I'm bored out of my mind with waiting so I open my phone and think of what to do. My heart yearns to check up on Harry and ask how his first week is going so far, but my mind tells me it's not a good idea.

Since the Christmas gift exchange and seeing Julia's distaste for how comfortable Harry and I were with each other, there hung a looming cloud of guilt over me. I feel guilty for hanging out with Harry so much knowing he's my best friend's boyfriend, especially with how some things we say and do are too flirtatious for 'just friends'. But I can't resist him. His presence is intoxicating, forever leaving me wanting more. I want to constantly pick his brain and understand why he is the way he is. I love to hear he melodious laughter and see his bright eyes light up when he tells a story. He is fascinating in even the most mundane things he does, and I want to soak it all up while I can.

Why is it just me, though?

Am I the only person in our friend group that thinks where Harry and I are going is wrong? Does Harry not overanalyze everything we do?

I've lately been wondering if all this just in my mind. Maybe I'm overthinking when I think Liam might see through my "friendship" with Harry and find out I love him. He most likely didn't notice anything at all. Otherwise he would have told Julia by now, right?

None of our friends have spoken about our friendship. I like to think that we are all close enough with each other to be able to honestly talk about anything. So, for sure one of them would have told me something if they felt like I got too close to Harry, right?

Not to mention the man himself, Harry Styles, hasn't began to pull away. He would do something if he thought his actions were unfaithful to Julia. And he hasn't yet so he clearly thinks we're fine. If the man in the relationship thinks we're safe then who am I to change his mind?

I open my iMessage chat with Harry and send him a request to play a game. I'm waiting for his responses when I see an unmistakable head of brown curls saunter up the steps in the aisle.

"Harry?" I exclaim, grabbing his attention. His wide eyes find mine, and a grin splits across his face.

"Aria!" he laughs, squeezing past my knees to take the seat beside mine. He settles down then looks at me, smiling again. "You're probably wondering why I'm here." I raise my eyebrow expectantly. "Well you see, since we began talking more I've been more and more interested in art, you know. But, like, I could never, um, make anything nice like you can—and besides I thought it'd be best to start with as much background knowledge as I can gather from it, you know?" he rambles nervously. "So I looked into switching one of my electives and I saw art history was being offered this semester so I enrolled in it last night actually, and here I am!"

He bites his lip nervously. Knowing Harry, he's probably worried he's invaded my 'space' or something by taking a class I'm in. I touch his arm gently to assure him I'm okay with it—I'm more than okay with it.

"Harry, that's wonderful! We've never had a class together before, this is so exciting!" I say.

"Yeah?" he questions, almost a little surprised. Is he honestly still surprised I like to hang out with him?

"Of course, you just made this class so much more fun for me," I say, glancing around at the large lecture hall. "And we can study together so we both know the other is actually working! I never do any studying when I'm on my own, I get too distracted."

I look back at Harry who's still looking at me. He clears his throat. "I actually didn't know you were in this class... I would have texted you so we could meet up or something."

"It's okay," I shrug. "It's one of the mandatory classes for third year art majors so I had no choice. It's nice it's being offered as an elective as well."

"Because then you have me?" Harry smirks, cockily. I roll my eyes at him as the professors greets us and starts up his PowerPoint presentation. I pull out my laptop to take notes while Harry takes out his notebook with a pen.

"You haven't adapted to modern civilization, yet?" I smirk at him. He glares before answering.

"I remember better when I write my notes down by hand."

"Okay, whatever floats your boat."

I type faster than Harry writes his notes, so he ends up only writing down really important things while I take in everything as the professor says it. A few times he glances over at my screen if he missed a point, so I turn it slightly to face him as well. When the professor talks about dates for our assignments and midterm, Harry and I compare notes.

By the end of the class I've already gone over my notes once and edited them, taking out things I didn't think were important anymore and adding in anything Harry corrected.

"Where are you going now?" I ask apprehensively, as we pack our bags after the professor dismisses us. I was hoping he didn't have a class right away so we can hang out just a bit more. It was noon so hopefully he'd want to grab a bite with me.

"Now I'm going to get lunch because I'm starving," Harry replies. "Do you have another class? This is my only one for today."

"Nope, I'm free until three," I smile wide.

"Let's go get lunch then, there's a really nice café just down the road if you're okay with the walk."

"Sure."

The café, The Red Spoon, is about a twelve-minute walk from our lecture hall. It's off campus so it's less crowded. I'm relieved instantly, because I like to have a place to sit in and properly enjoy my food. Harry and I pick a booth in the corner, taking off our jackets and settling in.

"This place is cute," I comment, looking around. It has wooden chairs and tables, with fairy lights lights hanging from the ceiling and brick walls. Behind the counter they had a menu drawn on a chalkboard and decorating with red spoons and mugs.

"It is, I found it one day when I was walking this way," Harry explains, grabbing the menu that was on the table and flicking through it. "What do you want to get? My treat."

"No way, I pay for myself," I say firmly. This café was already nicer than our usual Starbucks, and I didn't need it to feel anymore like a date.

"Oh come on, Aria, just this once."

"No."

Harry continues insisting until it pisses me off and I agree, stating I will only allow it this one time. He smiles smugly leading me to believe it was his plan to annoy me into agreeing the whole time. Fuck, he's figuring out how I work and I'm not sure I like it.

"Do the portions come big or small?" I ask, eyeing the menu. Everything here sounded really good and I was hoping to get two things if they were small enough.

"Pretty big, why?" he answers, still focused on his menu.

"Shit. I kind of want the Greek Salad with Quinoa but I also think the Turkey Avocado BLT sandwich sounds good."

"The Turkey Avocado sandwich is really good, it's my favourite here," he informs me. "How about we get the sandwich and the salad and just split both."

"Really?" I question. I didn't even know if he wanted a Greek salad but he was willing to make what I wanted work, so I was happy.

"Sure."

Harry orders for us when the waitress arrives and asks for an extra bowl and plate knowing they won't split it in half for us. I see the portions are huge when they arrive that I'm nearly shocked. The sandwich is already cut in half so Harry places one on the empty plate for me and divides the salad equally among both bowls. Now it looks like a proper meal we can both enjoy.

We talk about the classes we've been to so far in between bites and share anecdotes. He tells me about how boring his schedule is for tomorrow saying that art history is really the only fun class he has this semester.

"You haven't even been to your other classes yet," I argue.

"Yeah, but I already know they'll be boring."

I roll my eyes at him and finish my sandwich. The sandwich and the salad were both so good and so filling. The waitress comes back to clear our plates and takes our coffee orders.

"So what did you think about art history?" I asked Harry, blowing the steam off my latte.

"I mean, it looks like it'll be really interesting... starting next week," he says sheepishly.

"Oh yeah definitely. The first class is so boring." Our professor spent the first half of the lecture talking about the importance of art history and the second half going through the syllabus. Next week we're going over the Stone Age and Mesopotamian art periods. "I can't wait until we get to the Renaissance, that's one of my favourite art periods."

Harry listens very attentively and asks me questions about the Renaissance period. I think he thinks he doesn't know enough to be in the class but he's too embarrassed to let me know about it, so I pretend like I don't notice and answer any question he has as nicely as I can.

Around two-forty Harry asks me if I want to head back for my class. Time really flew by when I wasn't paying attention and I'm quite sad to be leaving Harry.

"Yeah, it's best that I get back now," I say gathering my things. Harry had already paid for our bill an hour ago when we finished our coffees, so we leave right away. He walks me to my class with five minutes to spare. "This is me," I quip, turning to face him.

"This was nice. What do you think about getting lunch every Wednesday? We can actually do homework instead of talking the whole time," he suggests, chuckling.

"I think... I don't know why you would even suggest such a horrible idea," I say sarcastically. His eyes light up and a smirk pulls at his lips.

"Is that so?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I had an awful time."

"Well I guess I'll have to treat you again until you have a good time," he shrugs and starts walking backwards.

"Wait. Harry—no! That's not what I meant."

"See you next week, Aria. Don't bother bringing your wallet."

"Harry!" I shout after him, but he laughs and turns the corner. A warm feeling spreads through my chest and I struggle to hold my giggles in. My next class is only an hour long but he's all I can think about in it.

I feel like a schoolgirl smiling and blushing every time I think about something he's said or done. My heart leaps when I realize that I'll get this all over again next Wednesday. Sure, I'll see him again before that but on Wednesdays I get to have class and lunch with him alone. I hide my stupid smile by biting my lip when I feel my phone vibrate and see it's a message from Julia.

Oh right... Julia.

My mood dampens slightly. I shake my head clear of any thoughts of Harry and focus on what is being said in my class.

"Hey, I brought Chinese like you asked," I call out to Julia upon entering our apartment.

“Oh, thank God,” Julia runs out of her room in only her tank top and her underwear. Most of her hair and tied up in a messy knot with the rest of the wavy and slightly frizzy strands waiting to be styled. She has yet to apply makeup. I watch as she opens the bag and stuffs a spring roll in her mouth quickly. “This is so fucking good.”

“You and Harry going on a date?” I ask quietly.

“No, Shelley and the girls want to go out. I’m not sure what we’ll be doing but I haven’t seen them in so long!”

“Ah, ok,” I answer. Shelley is a friend Julia made in first year who is the typical snobby white party girl. Julia maintained her popular rich girl persona after we left high school and it attracted many people. Shelley was similar and I guess it’s why they have things in common. Personally, I don’t like “Shelley and the girls” they’re way too obnoxious and loud and spoiled. Julia was less bratty which is why she was tolerable and a good friend. Shelley was someone who took one look at you and if your social status was lower than hers, then you were like the dirt on her shoes.

I didn’t tell Julia about how I felt about Shelley because Shelley was Julia’s friend, not mine so it didn’t matter what I thought. I wasn’t going to make a big deal about who Julia hangs out with because it’ll only make things more complicated. As long as I don’t have to see Shelley, then I’m happy.

“Well, I hope you have fun!” I begin walking to my room when Julia’s phone pings. She picks up and groans lightly. “What’s wrong? Did Shelley cancel?”

“No, it’s Harry,” she mutters a little annoyed. My heart breaks a little at how she gets annoyed that Harry is texting her. I know it’s normal to get annoyed sometimes at your boyfriend, especially if you’re in a rush to get ready and leave but the fact that it’s Harry, saddens me. I wish he wasn’t treated like that.

Julia’s eyes sneakily slide away from her phone and to my face. Sensing her thoughts, I immediately shake my head. “No. No way.”

“Aria, it’s just—”

“Not again, Julia! I will not be texting him from your phone pretending to be you again. Not after last time.”

“It’s not serious this time! He’s just talking about some stupid movies and characters or whatever!”

“So tell him you have to go!”

“I tried but he’s being clingy again,” her shoulders drop. “Just until I finish getting ready, please. He’s, like, very passionate about this and I don’t have the heart to tell him to shut up. I think he’s fighting with the boys and has no one else to agree with him so he’s getting annoyed.”

My mind is telling me this is not a good idea at all. I’ve done it before but it wasn’t until the last time that I realized how invasive and violating it is to text Harry from Julia’s phone pretending to be his girlfriend. But my heart says to do whatever I can to help Harry feel better so I trudge up and pull Julia’s phone away from her hand. I unlock it and sigh heavily as I flop down on the chair in the living room.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! By the time I’m done he’ll probably be over whatever this is anyway!”

I roll my eyes and don’t say anything back in response, instead scrolling to the when the conversation started today so I can understand what is going on.

Hey baby

Babe?

Juliaaaaaaaa

hey sorry hi yeah whats up?

I have something very important to ask you. Please give me your absolute honest answer, it’s very important!

uh.. sure? is everything ok?

Okay so. What is your opinion on Captain America lifting Thor’s hammer?

what?

It’s a pretty straight forward question, Jules

Just read it again

……..

What do you mean “…”?

You remember when we saw the film right?

what film was this again?

Hahahahaha

Lol

That was funny, now answer the question, please

im so sorry harry i’m getting ready right now

Ready to answer the question? Good. Because the boys are annoying me and I don’t want to talk to them anymore.

Hellooooooo

Julia?

Would it be easier if I called you because you’re getting ready?

And that was where Julia left Harry on read. From Julia’s point of view, I can see how this can be annoying.

Anyway, I decide to quickly respond back before he actually calls and hears my voice.

no it’s okay I’d rather text!

sorry for the slow responses. i’ll try to put on my makeup and text at the same time. if i poke an eye out its on you

Oh good you’re back!

I was getting worried.

Please please please tell me you remember the film.

He sent his texts one right after the other super quickly. Wow. He really wants an answer.

of course I remember I was just messing with you lol

how can i forget the avengers?

YES

I knew it!!!!

Sooo…

Oh right, the question. I scroll back up a little and reply instantly.

it was fucking amazing, obviously

i knew it had to happen

You did?

well, duh

they showed us that steve can move mjolnir in age of ultron, of course i wasn’t going to forget about that scene

and they never bring it up again, not in civil war and not in infinity war. so obviously they had to mention it in the last movie with captain america and thor. i was actually looking forward to it

Oh my god. That’s exactly what I said!

well then youre right

We’re both right. Louis thinks the detail could have easily been overlooked in Age of Ultron because it happened so quick

no chance. they even showed us thor’s surprised reaction!

Right!

but I will say this: they did a good job of mostly getting me to forget about it. you know, because of everything else going on in the film

Me too! It made the scene with Steve summoning the hammer so much better!

definitely haha

I didn’t even know you knew all the names and everything. I didn’t even think you remembered Age of Ultron!

lollllll then why did u ask!!!

I was hoping you’d prove me wrong. And you did <3

I knew there was a reason I loved you

My gut clenches. I can feel bile rising in my throat. But I force myself to reply to his text. I’m sure Julia is almost done getting ready.

THATS the reason you love me? im questioning this relationship here

Lmao no

I love you because I can text you while you’re getting ready (and I’m probably being annoying) but you reply to me anyway so I don’t feel lonely. I love you because I can randomly bring up something about the Avengers and you already have an opinion on it (the right one btw). I love you because you always bring me comfort when I have doubts about myself.

Keep it together, Aria, keep it the fuck together.

I can’t do this.

My mind starts racing. I can’t do this, I can’t do this.

You have to, a part of my mind tells me. Stop making everything about yourself and just deal with him!

My eyes tear up as I read and re-read Harry’s last text. I imagine what it would be like if it was actually meant for me and my tears nearly spill.

harry, that’s so sweet <3

thank you

I type out an “I love you, too,” about five times before erasing. It doesn’t feel right. This whole thing doesn’t feel right but that especially.

Shelley’s here to pick me up! im so sorry but i have to run now :(

Shelley can drive?

Fuck. Does Shelley not know how to drive?

um i think it’s one of her friends driving

anyway gtg byeeeee!

I set Julia’s phone on the coffee table, face down so I don’t see it light up with Harry’s response. I slowly walk back to my room and shut the door.

***

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365daysoftododeku · 5 years

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3rd February 2019

Author: Cherry🍒

Author’s Note: Here’s a crack-fluff fic for the near end of my summer.

The TodoDeku moments are more implied than indicated.

Warning: Fly moments, silly, sleepy Shouto

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Fly Away, Now

Shouto was trying to study.

The clock on his phone reads 1:10 am, a lot later than his usual, self-assigned curfew. God forbid he’d be falling behind on his studies now. The extra internship hours Class 1-A must complete on their third semester has Shouto returning to the dorms in the dead of the night, his entire being practically begging for him to lie down once he closes the door.

Not that Shouto is in danger of failing a class or anything. He has his English readings to get through for tonight’s agenda, so it’s not too harrowing. Once he reaches the end of page 397, he promises to catch some shut-eye and be done for the day.

He’s sprawled across his futon stomach-first, holding the textbook at arm’s length. Earlier on, he was on his back with the book right above him. Not a very good idea in his exhausted state, as he’d barely caught it from falling on his face twice. He’d also tried reading while lying on his right side, but that quickly got uncomfortable and made him even more sleepy. Droopy eyes are skimming over the paragraphs… one… two… three…

Shouto is about to give in to his desire for sleep when he hears it: probably one of the most annoying sounds in the world.

Bzzt.

Bzzzt.

Bzzzzt.

It’s not hard to tell why and how a fly has entered his room in the near end of summer.

It doesn’t bother him at first. He keeps reading, finally making it to the next paragraph with much effort. When the fly takes a repetitive route to and fro, then up and around Shouto’s ceiling light, he lets the book slip from his hands slightly, turning his head to have a look at it.

It’s loud.

Not one of those small, recently-metamorphosed flies with a soft shrill to the beat of their wings. Occasionally it lands, and Shouto decides to get back to his reading. He’s too tired to deal with his impromptu visitor right now. Too exhausted to get up and burn it to a crisp, or something, and he just doesn’t care enough to want it gone. It’s not really doing him any harm.

But the fly decides to pick up again and he’s read the same sentence twice already.

“What do you want,” he asks it, hoarsely. “Can’t you see I’m reading, please land and stop being a fly for one second.”

He’s talking to it out of exhaustion; humouring himself as the words he reads blur from utter boredom. Naturally, the fly continues its route. Shouto waves a hand at it in a swatting motion. It’s nowhere near him, but god is it annoying...

“Why are you doing that?” he asks again, eventually abandoning his book for much more pressing matters. He observes as it repeatedly rams into his ceiling light, bounces off, and does it all over again. Who know why flies do what they do. Their mere existence serves to irritate and contaminate, as far as Shouto’s concerned.

Kind of like a villain.

He’s sure he’s suffering the effects of sleep deprivation when he begins to wonder things like this.

Shouto also knows if he leaves it be, it’ll end up annoying him into dawn.

After much deliberation, he stands, making his way to open the sliding doors leading to the balcony. A rush of warm air hits him and he grimaces, activating his quirk to keep himself comfortable. Then he turns to the fly.

“Come on now, get out of here before I change my mind.”

Through some miracle, it hears his plea, because it stops hitting itself on the ceiling light and makes its way towards the open gap…

...only to land on the door so very close to him, obviously not intent on leaving.

His right eye twitches. “Are you kiddin– look fly, I am very tired. Apparently tired enough to be having a conversation with a fly, and I still want to get through my book, so you need to get lost. Unless you want to listen to more of my pointless rambling, or die a horrible death, then you can take you and your buzzy wings away from my room. Please.”

The fly ignores him, slowly trekking up the sliding door. He wonders why it won’t move after a few, quick hand swats at its general direction. The gall. It’s not even scared of him! Shouto knows he can easily capture it by trapping it in something (he thinks he has a spare glass lying around somewhere), or smacking it with the very textbook he’d left on the futon, or using it as target practice for his quirk, but through some messed-up thought he has at that very moment, he finds himself admiring the little guy.

“You really don’t want to leave, don’t you?” Shouto says airily. “So stubborn, walking around like that even when death is looking you at the face.”

It reminds him of a certain someone, funnily enough. The very same someone he finds himself growing closer to in recent months, not that Shouto would like to admit it. How could he forget the boy’s own stubbornness and adamant insistence to insert himself into Shouto’s life wherever possible? The constant muttering–like the sound of wings beating next to your ear–or the big, curious eyes taking everything at face value.

He decides then that he can’t be held accountable for his actions and thoughts further into the night, because dear god, he’s associating Midoriya Izuku with a goddamn fly.

“If I wasn’t so damn busy,” Shouto tells the fly, “maybe he and I can hang out more. Lucky you. All you have to think about is flying and surviving.” He sighs.

With constant, but soft taps at the sliding door, Shouto forces the fly to leave for the last time. Before returning to the futon, he switches his own lights off and gives up, shoving the textbook away. There’s still tomorrow morning. He thinks about his first class, and his friends, and the conversations that will take place before then – of dreams, of experiences in the field, of new connections his friends made over the past week. The colour green and the sound of laughter finally lull him to sleep.

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Pain is blooming all over Izuku’s body.

It’s a good kind of pain – the feeling of accomplishment, of his muscles aching and working to build itself back stronger and better. The training Aizawa-sensei had them working through that afternoon is rough, a full-on schedule of sparring with no room for error.

Granted, it’s motivating him to work even harder than he already is. At six o’clock on a Friday evening, Izuku succumbs to his limits, throwing himself on his mussed-up bed and the manga he left lying around the previous night. He’s about to take a well-deserved nap when he hears it: probably one of the most annoying sounds in the world.

Bzzt.

Bzzzt.

Bzzzzt.

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shatteringzimmermann · 6 years

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hello yes hi i got bored here’s part one

Shitty found him leaning heavily on the kitchen sink, the coffee pot beside him gurgling quietly.

"You okay?"

Jack glanced over his shoulder at his roommate. "Had another weird dream," he said. "I was-" he waved his hand in front of his face and he turned to lean against the sink. His eyes were shadowed and bloodshot. "-blind. Stumbled around for what felt like hours, bumping into shit and nearly breaking my ankle falling off what must have been a curb or a rock." He cursed quietly. "There were other people there too, loads by the sound of all the voices. All blind and bitching about it."

Shitty hopped onto the island counter. His ass was a little closer to the corner than he had intended, but Jack's reoccurring-but-not-exactly-the-same dreams had been happening for months.

"And remember how I had that dream where everything was black and white until I met someone and then everything was in color?"

Shitty nodded. That was three months ago, and not even the first dream Jack had told him about.

"It was the same idea, but I guess I bumped into the right person and suddenly I could see." Jack frowned. "There was a lot of trash littered all over the place.” The crease between his eyebrows deepened. "I was wearing mismatched sneakers."

"Brah," Shitty said. "But what did they look like? Did you see them this time?"

The coffee pot chirped and Jack pulled two mugs from the cabinet. "No, but I'm starting to think it's a man," he said.

"Any reason why you might think that?"

Jack handed Shitty his Harvard Law mug and wrapped his fingers around his own Falconers one. "Just a feeling."

"Is this a...good feeling?"

Jack's right eyebrow rose.

"You know what I mean, man."

Jack hummed. "Yes, Shitty. It's cool that this mysterious person who may or may not be real but that I keep dreaming about may be male. I’m well aware I haven’t publically dated someone of any gender in years but I’m still okay with this dream person being a dude."

"Asshole."

It made Jack smile and when he glanced out the window over the sink again he saw a flash of honey blonde hair before it disappeared in the rush of the morning commute sidewalk below.

"Tell you what," Shitty said. "Start writing this shit down and I'll have my girlfriend paint you a book of these bizarre-ass dreams."

"Girlfriend? When did that happen?"

"Get that shit-eating grin off your beautiful face. It's the girl I told you about weeks ago."

Jack hid his smile behind another sip of coffee. "Eh. She needs to pass the bathroom test."

Shitty's mustache dipped into his light coffee, leaving the hairs looking like a paintbrush dipped in dirty water from a too-much-white canvas. "The fuckin what?"

"Bathroom test. Marty told me he started doing it with his girlfriends over the years and his wife was one of the few who passed."

Shitty frowned. "This isn't some sexist shit is it?"

Jack shook his head. "When she comes over for a long weekend, how much of her girly crap takes over your bathroom?"

"Literally none of that matters," Shitty protested. "She can do whatever she wants to feel good about herself. Why even do something this stupid anyway?"

Jack rinsed his empty cup and tucked it into the top shelf of the dishwasher. "You're right, overall it doesn't matter. But you're not the kind of guy who wants a super high maintenance chick making him late all the time cause she’s still getting ready. You're more of a 'sorry we're late, we got stoned and were halfway through a box of donut holes before we realized the time.'"

It made Shitty chuckle, but he shook his head. "While that last part may be true, I don't give two shits if she wants to use fruity body wash or wear makeup."

Jack shrugged. "It's not a pass/fail text, eh? Just something to notice."

Shitty hummed before pouring himself another mug. He’d decided, way back in high school, that relationship tests were stupid. A decade and a degree-and-a-half later, he hadn’t changed his mind. Jack, sweet, stupid Jack, hadn’t sat through entire semesters of Women’s Gender and Sexuality classes. Maybe there was a book Shitty could get Jack, maybe something comparing women’s rights from the American Revolution to modern day. It wouldn’t be as educational as having to sit through many classmates’ personal stories that still clung to his mind and changed the way he treated everyone around him, but maybe it would open the door for more conversation.

It was barely a week later when the next dream happened. Two days after that, another. Then another and another and- Matching birthmarks, coincidentally identical tattoos, first words memorized by longing hearts. Palms that warmed when held by a soulmate.

The dreams didn't bother Jack, per se, but the way he felt after was enough to pull him from bed and turn on the bathroom light. Dark shadows had been lining his eyes for most of his life but these dreams made it harder to pretend they weren’t there. It wasn’t sleeplessness that caused the shadows, either; Jack had always been too close with the ache in his chest. Sometimes he could keep it at an arms-length away. Sometimes it grabbed him by the waist and held him tight no matter how much Jack fought.

Jack sat up, sheets falling to his waist, and buried his face in his hands. Breathing deeply for a few moments, Jack focused on the things he could feel and hear to ground himself in reality. He switched on the light when he finished. A history book titled 1776 sat on his nightstand and Jack pulled it off, opening it to his marked chapter.

The words blurred after a few pages. He sighed, pressing his thumb and forefinger into his eyelids.

He was Jack Zimmermann, the first out bisexual NHL player. He’d never had to go a day without food or shelter and had gone to the most expensive rehabilitation center in Montreal after his accidental overdose. His parents ended each twice-weekly phone call with a we love you and we are so proud of you. And Shitty, who ran into Jack in a bar bathroom after a Falconers win talking himself through the beginnings of a panic attack, had quickly turned into his best friend. He was a good roommate too, prompt with the meager rent Jack charged and ready for a snuggle when Jack’s anxiety climbed to a suffocating level. Jack could hear him snoring from across the condo; the noise had been one of the things he’d used to center himself in the now.

Jack dropped his book back on the nightstand, tossing his bookmark on the cover and turning off the light before turning away. He grabbed the extra pillow from the other side of the bed. He hugged it against his bare chest, squeezing tightly until his lungs reminded him to exhale. The cool fabric sent a ripple of goosebumps down his back and arms. Pulling the covers over his shoulder helped, but that coldness had settled into his chest a long time ago and no amount of distant lovers, platonic snuggles, and proud parents had ever been able to warm it. They stopped it from getting worse, from every ounce of his insides turning into a deadly winter storm like the ones he weathered inside a warm home, but sometimes…sometimes his feet were too numb to walk toward the laughing brunette at the cookout Marty had over the summer and his fingers were frostbitten when he thought about reaching out to the tan-skinned man with the sweet smile at the last Pride Parade.

The morning summer sun found Jack wearing thick sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt, eyes open and body shivering underneath enough blankets to melt ice.

When he finally emerged from his room, still wrapped in one of the blankets, Shitty poured him a coffee and slid it across the island.

“What was it this time?”

Jack held the too-hot mug between his palms. “No dream,” he said.

Shitty’s eyebrows rose as they drank in silence.

“My last class is over at 12:30 and I could be back by 1:15,” his friend offered.

“I thought you were hanging out with your girlfriend?”

He spread his arms wide. “Brah. You come first.”

“Bros before hoes?”

“Yes, that’s right, brothers should always come before gardening tools.” It was a familiar banter. Jack’s shoulders lowered a few inches.

“Hang out with your girl. I have meetings all day anyway.”

It wasn’t a lie. He just had an hour and a half between his three meetings. Maybe he could manage a nap in the team room after morning skate.

His skin prickled the second he locked the condo door, body unhappy with the lack of thick clothing in the hallway air conditioning. The few minutes he spent getting into his car and then out of it again at the rink was the only time he felt relatively warm.

Jack’s teammates were familiar enough with his not-very-god days that no one bugged him about his sloppiness on the ice. He showered and changed quickly after Coach called the end of practice. His first meeting was with some journalists from Samwell, the college his mother went to. If he’d gone to college, Jack imagined he would have gone there. A couple of their guys had been drafted in recent years so clearly they were of elite caliber. Johnson and Oluransi, if he remembered right.

The journalism students were nice; professional and understandably nervous. Jack made sure to chat with them for a few minutes before the interview started. Idle chit chat to get them used to him, to the way he spoke, to get over the fact that on my god that’s Jack Zimmermann. Their questions were ranged: everything from how he managed to still be drafted six years ago despite missing a full year of competition, to the charity he started in Providence.

“So much of my life has been obsessed with hockey. I wanted to create something that had nothing to do with it. This Colorful Home is about finding safe, long-term foster families for queer youth. No one deserves to become homeless or forced into unhealthy and dangerous living conditions because of their orientation or identity. I was raised by amazing and supportive parents who love me, not despite my mental health issues or my sexuality, but including them. They are the majority of why I'm still alive today. And-and the thought of children not having the same support system because of who they are-” He shook his head. “It's unacceptable.”

The students were all leaning back in their seats, faces paler than earlier. Jack huffed a quiet laugh. After a silence that had Jack reaching seven before anyone spoke again, there were a few more questions until the students were finished. He made sure to take photos and pass out signed t-shirts.

When they left Jack retreated to the team room. There was no one else around to notice when he stopped hiding the way his hands shook. No one saw him go through his grounding routine or press the heels of his palms in his eyes. He'd gotten good at making people believe his anxiety was well-controlled and easy to live with. It's part of why he almost always agreed to interviews; the more normalized he can make bisexuality, the more people will realize he’s not a walking petri dish of STIs. The more normalized he can make anxiety, the less it will involve silent, life-long struggles. Maybe he could keep someone else from overdosing, someone who doesn’t have a teammate to find them before it was too late.

He was back to his media-ready façade for his next interview. It’s with a reporter from the local newspaper, an older woman Jack respected more than most people who got one-on-ones with him. Her questions always required more than the blanket “Well, we need to get the puck in the net” kind of responses. She never looked annoyed when he took too long to respond. Hopefully she wasn’t just pretending to be fine with it but calling him an idiot in her head.

Jack didn’t tremble as much after this interview, but it’s easier to handle a smaller chat than one with a bunch of people he didn’t know. There was still no chance of a nap. He sat on the overstuffed couch again, lights off, and did enough deep breathing that he got lightheaded.

His last interview was to brainstorm ideas for his upcoming You Can Play campaign. A few other guys in the league were out – Oluransi being one of them – and Jack wanted to do something with all of them. For starters, they’d all been using pride tape for every game. The tape company had even started making more color pairings for more sexualities.

That’s where Jack had gotten the idea for the name of his charity. Most non-LGBTQIA people didn’t realize the amount of colorful flags made for specific orientations. Jack had googled them and scrolled through for nearly two hours, reading the descriptions and history of all of them. So many colors, so many people, choosing to celebrate themselves. Jack had bought a bisexual one immediately.

His sticks were always wrapped in the blue, purple, and pink tape made especially for him. Trilman, a forward on the Schooners, used it too. Oluransi used the rainbow as did four other players. The Devils’ goalie used a black, purple, and white tape for asexuality.

By the time Jack dumped himself into his car a lose plan had been formed: This summer, post-Cup, all the out players would go on a US and Canada tour to speak to youth teams. Jack wasn’t sure how much it would help, to speak out against homophobia, transphobia, and racism in sports, but he had a list of colleges and junior teams to call over the next few weeks. It was a start.

Shitty found him less than an hour later, curled up on the couch in the blanket Jack had left there that morning. Jack wasn’t asleep – far from it- and his eyes ached as Shitty wrapped himself around Jack. He smelled faintly of weed and hot wings and cheap beer. When Jack could finally feel enough of himself to speak again his voice was hoarse.

“How as your date?”

“Fun. You’ll like her. She’s cool as hell.”

“Hell is hot.”

Shitty patted his cheek with a condescending touch. “It’s a good thing you’ve got that wonderful hockey ass,” he said, smiling.

Jack hummed, wishing he could rub his eyes but Shitty was latched on too tightly. “I think my baby cup pictures negate any attractiveness.”

After a pause Shitty rearranged himself so he straddled Jack’s lap, weight carefully held off of the knee that had been plaguing Jack for several years. Holding Jack’s face in his hands, Shitty told him, softly but firmly, “Everyone is embarrassed by shit they did as a kid. Your brain likes to remind you about it more than the non-mentally-ill person’s brain, yes, but what you did as a baby- or even something you did last week- doesn’t detract from your attractiveness.”

Jack opened his mouth to protest but Shitty continued. “Brah, you didn’t kill anyone or steal candy from any babies. And while we are definitely going to have a talk about that stupid bathroom test you’re not any less attractive or less worthy of love because of the struggles you’ve gone through.”

He felt the immediate tension in Jack’s jaw. “You’re my best friend, and nothing is going to change that.”

Jack had to pull his face away. Shitty pressed his hands on Jack’s shoulders instead. The pressure was enough for Shitty to feel the way his friend’s heart was pounding in his chest. Jack’s expression wasn’t one he recognized though; years of friendship and all he could tell was that Jack’s heart was breaking, and he didn’t know why.

“Brah,” he said, squeezing his hands gently. “You can talk to me about anything.”

Jack kept his mouth firmly shut but nodded. His gaze was hard, directed over Shitty’s shoulder. The only thing for him to stare at there was a blank section of the wall. Maybe he would put his next photo print there.

Twenty minutes later Shitty was sitting beside Jack, watching Netflix with Shitty’s legs draped over Jack’s lap. The blanket was spread over them, jostling every time Shitty laughed.

Jack was asleep before the end of the third episode.

#when i finish i'll post it on ao3 #omgcp #check please #cp #zimbits #yes i made jack an asshole there on purpose #he didn't go to college and therefore doesn't get the education canon jack gets #he'll learn to be better in this story i promise #i wanted to work on character growth #anna is lame #omg check please #eventual zimbits #soulmate tag #or is it

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singulari-taee · 6 years

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The Danger in Duality | 04

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“You and your seven squad members must take on the struggles of being world-class assassins while also living as full-time college students.”

“Do you know what stoichiometry is?” Jungkook asked, “Or a colloid?”

Taehyung shrugged, “Beats me.”

“Fuck,” he huffed, slamming his chemistry textbook closed, “I’m going to fail this quiz.”

He was sitting on his bed, the sheets covered with hastily scribbled notes and flashcards. He had been trying to study for hours, but understood none of it. Jungkook was used to everything coming so naturally to him; strength, shooting, fighting--who knew chemistry would be the thing to kick his ass the hardest?

“You’ll do fine, just try your best!” Taehyung said.

Jungkook climbed off his bed. A part of himself wondered if it was too late in the semester to get Jimin to sleep with his professor to get his grade up. Jimin already owed him, he figured this was the least he could do.

“Hey, before you leave could you pass me that oil over there?” Taehyung asked. He was sitting at his desk with his entire case of artillery open, cleaning the weapons.

Jungkook grabbed the bottle and tossed it across the dorm room, “Don’t forget, we have a room check today. The RA should be coming by in a couple hours, so be sure to hide everything like usual.”

Taehyung plucked it form the air, “Yeah, yeah, don’t worry, I’ve got it.”

Jungkook stuffed his books into his backpack and threw it over his shoulder, “Tae, I’m serious. Don’t forget,” he said from the doorway.

“I said I’ve got it! Geez, I haven’t forgotten yet since we’ve been here.”

“I know, but I’m just making sure,” Jungkook said.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of everything. Go take your quiz.”

Jungkook sighed. Sparing one last look at Taehyung he closed the door behind him and walked down the hall.

Taehyung continued to stick the rod down the barrel of the rifle. He knew he wasn’t the most reliable in the squad, but the constant reminders still irked him. He couldn’t help it that details slipped his mind sometimes. Taehyung wasn’t stupid by any means, he was just...spacey.

Time seemed to escape him as he sat in the empty room. There was something about cleaning the weapons that sent him into a trance-like state. The minutes passed by quickly, as the cold metal of the guns in his palms cleared his mind. Though, from all the gun parts he had spread across his desk, he knew clean-up would be a pain in the ass later.

In the distance he heard the ring of the bell tower. It only rang at the beginning of every hour, which meant--

“Shit!” he said as he jumped up. That was his signal that class had just started, and he was still across campus. He scoured the room for clean pants, throwing on a random pair of sweats and a hoodie. With shoes halfway on his feet, he grabbed his bag and bolted out the door, not even sparing a look back into the room.

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Taehyung took a sip from his warm cup. He had gotten his coffee just before the lunchtime rush, and had secured a table in the corner of the cafe. He took in the buzz of busy students on their daily commute through the window. He had gotten in the habit of people-watching in this very spot after a long day of classes. It was a routine that seemed to give his sometimes too hectic life some peace and stability.

Taehyung saw a flash of bright blue lights as a police car flashed past the window and down the street. It was a bit out of the ordinary, but he continued to down the coffee until the cup was empty. He picked up his things and went to throw his trash away, walking out of the shop and down the sidewalk back towards his dorm.

There was the sudden blaring of sirens coming from behind him. He looked back to see four more police cars zip past, and disappear around the corner.

He rounded the corner to find that all of the police cars had gathered in front of his dormitory. There was a small crowd that had collected outside, confused murmurs filling the air. As he squeezed his way past to go to the entrance, the officers flooded from their cars and ran inside the building.

Standing in front of the building, he noticed one officer speaking with a small curly haired girl. Taehyung recognized her as the RA for his floor. They never really spoke much, but he always thought she was really cute.

“So you have no idea where he is?” he could hear the officer ask.

“No, sir. I haven’t seen him all day,” she replied nervously.

“We’re still going to have to take you in for questioning,’” he said, “And just for clarification, what was the resident’s name again?”

“Kim Taehyung.”

He froze. He took in the flashing lights, the swarm of officers, the RA....

No. He couldn’t have. He couldn’t have possibly forgotten.

There was a buzzing in his pocket. He grabbed his phone to see a new message.

Jungkook: I’M BEING TAKEN INTO POLICE CUSTODY FOR QUESTIONING. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO???

Taehyung felt his stomach drop. He immediately pulled up the hood on his jacket and sank back into the growing crowd of people. He moved slowly, inconspicuous with his head bowed, and when he was free he all but ran until the building was out of sight.

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It was one of the more “normal” afternoons at the boys’ apartment.

You and Namjoon were sitting at the kitchen bar while Hoseok, Jimin, and Seokjin were busy watching television on the sofa. The show went to commercial break, and you heard footsteps coming up behind you as your eyes were trained on your books. Given how close they were, you didn’t have to guess who it was.

“What are you up to?” Jimin asked, chin on your shoulder.

“Doing homework,” you replied.

“For what class?” he grabbed the front of your textbook to get a look, “Anatomy? Hey baby, if you needed a lesson on the human body I can always teach you some things.”

You turned around and twisted his nipples. He jumped back holding his chest. He looked as if he were both offended and turned on at the same time. Nothing worked on him.

Yoongi grunted, a slew of curse words coming out under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” Hoseok asked.

“I need another source for this psychology essay and I don’t have any.”

“Psychology? I have a book at my place that might help,” Jimin said, as he massaged his chest.

“Can I stop by your house later and get it?”

“Yeah sure,” he said absentmindedly.

There was a sudden pounding at the door. Jimin walked over and pulled it open.

“Hey, Tae,” he said. He took in the look of sheer panic and distress on his face.

Taehyung pushed past his squad mate and marched inside the apartment. He headed straight for the sofa and fell onto the cushions.

He was breathing hard, sweat coating his face.

“Tae, are you okay ?” you asked.

“Where’s Jungkook? You two always come over together,” Seokjin said.

Taehyung took his hoodie down, “Well you see...um...we have a bit of a problem.”

“What are you talking about?” Namjoon said.

“Well, Jungkook and I had a room check today...and I kind of forgot…to clean up...”

“Kind of? What’s that even mean?” Hoseok asked.

“Hey, stop with the riddles, Tae, tell us what the hell happened,” Yoongi said.

He took a deep breath before spitting the words out, “IforgottoputallthethegunsawaybeforeourroomchecktodayandmyRAfoundthemandcalledthecopsandnowthey’reoutlookingformeI’msorrydon’tkillmeplease!”

The room was quiet as the squad processed his words. You all looked around at each other before erupting.

“TAEHYUNG WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“I know! I know I messed up! I’m so sorry!”

“Oh my god,” Namjoon said, walking away to grab onto a nearby wall.

“We’re done for. We’re done. It’s over,” Jimin said.

“How did this happen?!” Seokjin asked.

“I was cleaning the guns before class, and forgot to pack them all up and hide them before I left! I was rushing out the door and I just forgot! Then when I went back, there were a bunch of police cars in front of my down, and I heard them say they were looking for me.”

“How many guns did you have out? Two? Three?” asked Namjoon.

Taehyung held his head, “Six.”

The entire room groaned.

“But how does Jungkook play into all this?” you asked, “Where’s he now?”

“He texted me a few minutes ago saying he just got taken into custody and was going to be interrogated,” Taehyung said.

“So what the hell can we do now? They’re going to grill Jungkook for answers,” Jimin said.

“I know he won’t say anything, he’s smart,” Taehyung said.

You knew Jungkook was okay with keeping secrets. You just weren’t so sure his temper would be able to hold up for long.

“We need to call grandfather,” Namjoon announced.

“No! Are you crazy?!”

“He’s the only one that can get us out of this situation!”

If Taehyung was scared before, he was mortified now. He began rocking back and forth. He felt nauseous.

Namjoon pulled out his phone to find the number.

He walked over to Taehyung with his hand outstretched. He looked up at his brother in confusion.

“Go on, tell him,” Namjoon said.

“M-me? Why me? You’re the leader!”

“Because I’m not the one that left guns out in my dorm room!” he said in a heated whisper, “Take it, it’s ringing.”

“Come on, please? I can’t do this, I really can’t!”

“Tae.”

“Joon!”

“Namjoon what a surprise it is hearing from you today,” a deep voice said through the phone.

Taehyung’s shoulders hunched and he snatched the phone from Namjoon’s hands.

“Hi, grandfather, it’s actually me, Taehyung,” he got up from the sofa and began walking towards the back hallway of the apartment, “No, but I have a bit of a situation that I really need your help with as soon as possible. It’s kind of urgent. No everything is fine! I mean...”

He walked into one of the boys’ bedrooms and shut the door, leaving you all to struggle to hear the rest of the conversation.

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Jungkook traced random doodles on the dusty table before him. He sat alone in the tiny room, surrounded by tinted glass that he was surely being watched through. The space was lit with a strangely glowing lamp dangling overhead, and the room smelled faintly of cigarettes.

The door suddenly burst open, and in walked a man carrying a notepad and a manila folder. He had a earpiece, similar to what you and the squad used when you needed to communicate on missions.

“Jeon Jungkook, right?” he asked.

“That’s correct.”

He opened the folder, sifting through some of the pages as he sat down, “So, it says here that you’re the suspect’s roommate.”

“Yes.”

“How long have you known the suspect?”

“I met him this school year, a couple months ago.”

“Ah, so I take it that you two are close, hmm? Sharing a small space like that is hard when you don’t like someone.”

“We weren’t that close, he has his life, I have mine,” Jungkook said, simply.

“Interesting, because other residents of your dormitory have said that you two seem extremely close. Someone is quoted as saying it's like you two are, ‘attached at the hip’.”

Jungkook maintained a straight face, but shrugged, “Perceptions are different I guess.”

The investigator scoffed, looking through more documents. Jungkook took notice of the camera in the corner of the room.

“Jungkook, do you like guns?”

His face scrunched up, “Gosh no, hate them. They scare me honestly, just the thought of them make my palms sweaty.”

“So you didn’t know your roommate had a half a dozen guns in your shared room?”

”No clue.”

“Okay, kid. I don’t want to waste your time and I don’t want you to waste mine, so let’s get to the point,” he said. “How can you live in the same room as someone that had half a dozen military grade automatic weapons, and not know it? A few of them were even banned in this country.”

“I don’t know,” Jungkook said simply. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms.

“Something like that is hard to hide, son. You really expect me to believe that?”

The smug look on the man’s face didn’t sit right with him. He felt something bubble up inside him, and he had to hold himself back from knocking the expression off himself. One thing he learned from The Academy was that if you’re ever backed into a corner, stay calm and don’t crack under pressure.

“I don’t know.”

“What did he have planned? No one just has a collection like that sitting around for the hell of it.”

“I don’t know.”

“I’m not stupid, boy!” the man said, slamming his hand down on the table, “Your friend had something planned for those weapons and you’re covering for him! Now cut the shit! If you have nothing to do with this there’s nothing to hide.”

He was now standing up, looking down on Jungkook. The assassin stared up at him, getting more annoyed by the second. He swallowed, taking in a deep breath to calm himself down. Everyone that knew Jungkook knew better than to ever talk to him like that. But that was the problem. The investigator didn’t know him, or what he was capable of. But a part of him wanted to show him.

“I said….I. Don’t. Know,” he said through clenched teeth, “Now please get out of my face, sir.”

“Or what?” he taunted.

Jungkook said nothing. He broke the stare to look down at the table. He needed to calm down, or who knew what he’d do. Then he’d be in even more trouble than he already was. He began counting to ten in his mind to soothe his nerves.

1….2....3….4….

The investigator suddenly perked up. His headset beeped, and a voice came through as one of his co-workers delivered a message, “Mmhm...Oh,” he laughed, “Oh really? Okay good to know, thanks for sharing.”

He turned back to Jungkook with a look full of self-satisfaction.

“Turns out that after turning your room upside down, officers just found even more weapons on your side. So,” he drawled, “what were you and Taehyung planning to do with all of those guns?”

Jungkook gulped.

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The minutes rolled on.

You were still sitting in the living room of the apartment, watching the hands of the clock tick, just waiting. Taehyung had hung up from his call with Mr. Kim about 20 minutes ago, and when he came out of the room everyone bombarded him with questions. He looked deflated, and couldn’t give you all a definite answer as to what The Academy was going to do, but Mr. Kim had said he would handle it. The man had never given you all a reason to doubt him before, so all you could do was trust him and see.

There was a knock at the door, making everyone jump.

Cautiously, Namjoon walked over. He looked through the peephole and immediately flung the door open.

Jungkook walked inside.

“What happened?!” Seokjin asked.

“What’d they ask you?!” you said.

“Are we in trouble?!” Taehyung asked.

“I don’t know, but it was weird as hell,” Jungkook began, “I was in the room being interrogated, and I was sure I was done for. When all of a sudden these other men came in. They pulled the guy that was talking to me out, and when he came back in a few minutes later he said I was free to go. I still don’t know what happened.”

“That was it?” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah. Whatever they said must have freaked him out though, I’ve never seen someone’s attitude change that fast. He even offered to give me a ride home.”

Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief.

“Mr. Kim never ceases to amaze me,” Hoseok said.

“You told him?! Ah hell, that explains it,” Jungkook groaned, “We’ll never hear the end of this one.”

“Well it was fun being terrified about my imminent demise with you all, but I need to go and take care of some unfinished business,” Jimin said as he grabbed his things and headed to the door.

You had more work to do at home, and Yoongi had an extra credit lecture to go to, so the three of you left the apartment and headed outside into the darkening afternoon and went your separate ways.

When Jimin made it to the frat house, he trekked up the stairs and dropped his back off in the living room. The house was unusually quiet, just as he had expected. He heard rattling in the kitchen, and went in to see Haneul making a sandwich. He tried his best, slathering on mayo with his good arm while his other was wrapped in a sling. The sound of footsteps made him turn around, only to see Jimin standing in the doorway.

“Oh hey, Jimin,” Haneul said.

“How’d that happen?” Jimin asked, nodding to Haneul’s arm.

“Oh, I fell and dislocated it at our last party,” he said.

“Really?” Jimin asked, “How?”

“I don’t remember, I got fucking hammered,” he said.

Jimin steadily walked into the kitchen, moving closer behind Haneul. He was too busy to notice Jimin’s near silent movement, and how intently he stared daggers into the back of his head.

“By the way how did you get that girl at the party with the big tits to talk to you? I’ve been trying to get her attention since the semester started and she just blows me off. I mean you can have her, but can you pass her over after you’re done? Or better we could have her at the same time, she looks like she’d be into that--”

Jimin grabbed a fistfull of Haneul’s hair, and slammed his head down onto the counter, making him sink down onto the floor and fall unconscious.

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He awoke later to a bright light hanging over him. Haneul blinked rapidly, groaning at the sudden searing headache. His vision started to clear, and he tried to look around, only to realize that he couldn’t move his head. He tried to move other parts of his body, but found them to be bound and held in place.

“Hello!” he called, “Hello!”

He heard footsteps nearing. Jimin suddenly stepped into his line of vision, hovering over him.

“Jimin, what’s going on?” Haneul laughed.

Jimin said nothing.

“Come on, man, this is funny. You’re fucking hilarious, now let me go.”

Jimin’s expression was cold, unreadable. His sharp eyes sliced through the emotionless mask he wore, like a predator zeroing in on its prey. Haneul’s heart rate skyrocketed.

He had been strapped onto their dining room table with belts. His head, arms, torso, and legs were bound and immobile. He felt oddly cold, and he realized he was almost completely naked save for his thin boxers.

Jimin stalked closer, and Haneul cringed back.

“I don’t know what this is about, but please cut it out man,” he said through a forced smile, “You’re starting to freak me out.”

Jimin cocked his head to the side, “So you thought you could force yourself on ____, right?”

“What?”

“You don’t remember? Our last party? You need me to refresh your memory for you?” Jimin moved closer.

“NO!! No...our last party...oh you’re talking about that? I was drunk off my ass, you know how things are,” he chuckled.

Despite Jimin being much smaller than him, the look in his eyes was next-level terrifying. It was intentful, and from the intricacy of the set up, he got the feeling that he had done something like this before.

“No drunkenness in the world could justify what you were trying to do,” Jimin seethed.

“I wasn’t going to do anything! I swear! We were just talking, you know? She was in my room so I asked her why and she started getting defensive, and attacked me! After that I blacked out!”

“Don’t play the victim here,” Jimin said. He was calm, and it was even more unnerving.

“I’m not! I’m just saying I obviously got the worst of it.”

Jimin stared at him for a moment, then suddenly walked out of sight. Haneul heard him moving things around in the drawers of the kitchen.

“Jimin just let me go and stop playing around, please.”

No answer.

“I’m sorry for whatever you said I did!”

Silence.

“You can have my whole stash! All my weed, all my xans, all the dope! Take it, just let me go!”

Nothing.

“The boys will be back soon! I don’t know what you’re planning but you won’t get away with this shit!”

Jimin’s face suddenly appeared back. Haneul hadn’t even heard him walk over.

“Everyone is out for drinks and won’t be back home for a couple hours. I made sure of it,” he said, “So it’s just you and me. But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”

Haneul felt something cold trace down his chest and stomach. It was pointy and sharp, and he strained his eyes down to see a butcher knife held lazily in Jimin’s hand.

Haneul’s breath hitched. He felt light-headed.

“I could have used one of my own knives for this, but honestly you aren’t even worth it,” Jimin said.

“What are you going to do to me?” he breathed.

“Make you repent.”

In that moment, Jimin was particularly glad the houses in the neighborhood were far apart. Because then, he was sure none of the neighbors could hear Haneul’s screams.

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Yoongi’s pace quickened when he noticed the thick clouds above him in the night sky. He was glad to have left the lecture a few minutes early, but felt foolish for not checking the weather before leaving his apartment. All he needed was to get caught in the rain without a jacket or umbrella.

He made it to the frat house minutes later. He rang the doorbell, hearing the sounds of thunder in the distance. Yoongi stood on the porch for a few moments before he heard a scramble on the other side.

Jimin cracked open the door.

Yoongi saw a familiar look on his squad member’s face. A look completed by a clenched jaw, alert eyes, and flushed skin It was similar to the look he had on missions after he had just done something awful.

Yoongi shook it off.

“What are you doing here?” Jimin asked, confused.

“I said I was coming to get that psychology book, remember?”

“Shit. Yeah I forgot. Hold on.”

He disappeared for a moment. It wasn’t like Jimin to seem so frenzied, like his mind was in a million places at once. Yoongi swore he heard muffled whimpering coming from inside the house.

Jimin came back to the door, holding out a book and and a jacket.

“What’s this for?”

“______ left this here at the party. Can you give this to her tonight before you go back home? You’ll be passing by her place, anyways.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. He heard the daunting thunder, the last thing he wanted to do was to make another stop, “Yeah I guess.”

He heard the low whimpering again. It had intensified, just quiet enough to go unnoticed by normal ears. But Yoongi noticed even the smallest things, they were trained to.

“I’ll...see you later,” he said, walking off the porch. Jimin quickly shut himself inside the house.

Yoongi shrugged and walked down the sidewalk. The winds had picked up, and the thunder seemed to be nearing. All he wanted to do was go straight home and curl into bed, not drop off things for forgetful squad members. He felt a droplet hit his forehead and walked faster.

Yoongi pulled out his cellphone.

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Yoongi: I’m almost at your place hurry and open the door

_______: Wtf why are you coming to my place??

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By the time Yoongi had made it to the apartment, the rain was beyond a drizzle. It had picked up, and was now falling like hard pellets down to earth. Yoongi ran to the door, cursing his luck.

He banged on the barrier until you finally pulled it open. You took in his soaked clothes and bag, the small droplets falling from his dark tresses. He was clearly unamused.

“I told you to open the door,” he grumbled as he walked in.

“And I asked you why you were coming over,” you replied, “You’re drenched.”

“You don’t say,” he held out the jacket to you, “Apparently you left this at the party.”

“Oh I forgot all about this. Thanks for dropping it off.”

The thoughtful action caught you by surprise. It was a reminder that Yoongi could be civil sometimes.

“Trust me this is the last place I want to be right now, but you’re welcome.”

Your face fell.

“Okay, get out,” you said, pushing him to the door.

“Gladly,” he stepped outside, but saw the downpour before him. He bit his lip, obvious contemplation crossing his features.

You rolled your eyes, “Fine, you can stay until the rain stops, I guess.”

You went into the kitchen to finish dinner, and Yoongi followed you. He sat at the table and watched you move around.

“What’re you making?”

“Pasta,” you said as you dumped it into your bowl, “Why, do you want some?”

“Depends. Is it the same kind you made when we were on that mission in Montreal? Then no.”

“First of all, you know that wasn’t my fault. Jungkook was helping me, he can barely make cereal.”

“Sounds like an excuse.”

“Fuck you,” you said.

You put the bowl in front of him and sat down.

“Where’s the psycho?” he asked through the food.

“Luna?” you said, “I don’t know, she left earlier today and I haven’t seen her since.”

“Maybe she’s out planning your demise,” he said casually, “or getting some.”

You snorted, “If she is good for her, at least someone around here is.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, casual hookups don’t come easily with our lifestyle,” you said, “Unless you’re Jimin.”

You job was to complete missions, and now with school, you had even more obligations. In between killing and homework, your need to get laid was put on the back-burner.

“True. I didn’t know I would be sacrificing my dick when I signed up for this.”

“Yeah this is the only part of the job I actually hate.”

“Just ask Jimin to help you out. He's the only one desperate enough to sleep with you for free.”

“You’re one to talk. The only action you're ever gonna get is from your right hand.”

“Oh yeah? When was the last time you got some?”

The question took you off guard, but what baffled you even more was that it was so hard to remember, “Two years?” You barely even counted that since everything was over the clothes, but he didn’t have to know that, ”What about you?”

Yoongi pursed his lips, “Five years.”

“Five years?! We were still in training back then... it was somebody back in The Academy wasn’t it?”

He continued to chew, nodding.

“Who was it?”

“Remember the girl in our knife-work class with the bangs?”

“The arsonist?” your mouth hung open, and from his silence you knew you were right, “Wow, I didn’t know that was your type.”

“When you’re a horny teenage boy, there’s no such thing as a type.”

“You know, people used to say we looked alike,” you joked.

He snorted, “Not at all. You’re way prettier.”

You both paused for a beat. He looked like he wanted to correct his statement, but stared down into his bowl instead.

The only sound was the tapping of the rain against your windows.

You cleared your throat.

None of the boys in the squad were unattractive, and you sure weren’t blind. If you were being honest with yourself, Yoongi was actually decent looking sometimes--when he didn’t make you want to kill him.

Across the table, he pushed up the sleeves on his black t-shirt, exposing his toned forearms, littered with faded scars. His jaw clenched as he chewed. His adams apple rose and fell in his milky throat, and he pushed his wet hair back with his thick hands.

You almost laughed out loud. You were really checking out Min Yoongi-- training nemesis and squad member.

This was a new low. You needed to get laid soon.

______________________

As the night went on, the rain never let up. It was late then, past your usual bedtime and Yoongi’s as well. The both of you were sitting at the kitchen table on your phones in silence.

You yawned, “It doesn’t look like it’s going to stop anytime soon. You might as well just sleep over.”

“Do I have to?”

“I mean you can go into that monsoon if you want. You know I won’t stop you.”

You got up from the table and walked back into your room. You heard a chair move and footsteps follow you. You pulled out an extra pillow and blanket from your closet, and laid them on the floor next to your bed. Even though Luna wasn’t there that night, you figured she would have a heart attack if she saw a random guy sleeping on your sofa whenever she came back.

Yoongi took off his shirt, leaving him in only his large sweatpants. It hung off his hips loosely as he got onto the floor. You turned the lights out and climbed into bed.

At first you were able to ignore it, but as time went on your nerves thinned. You could hear Yoongi tossing and turning on your floor, flipping over the pillow until he found a good spot.

“Can you stop moving?”

“I would but your floor feels like concrete.”

“It’s a floor, what did you expect?” you muttered.

He never stopped, flipping and turning for minutes at a time. It sounded like he was punching the pillow now, and you were convinced he was just doing it to annoy you. You stared up at your ceiling, debating dragging him out into the storm yourself.

“Yoongi, if it’s that bad just come sleep up here!” you erupted.

In the past, you’ve been on missions where you and the boys have slept crammed together with even less space, so you weren’t repulsed by the idea.

He sighed, and you saw his silhouette stand. The bed dipped as he pulled the covers over himself. The bed was just large enough for there to be space in between your bodies. The time rolled on.

You turned over and stopped. You were much closer than you thought you were. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and his skin seemed to glow in the night. He looked back at you, wordlessly scanning your face. You felt his light breaths feather over your skin.

Your throat felt dry.

No one said a thing.

You slowly rolled back over, your back to him.

You looked at your wall, the sound of the rain lulling you into a state of fatigue.

Mixed with the downpour, eventually came the sound of deep, rhythmic breathing. The light snore behind you was relaxing, and you were on the verge of unconsciousness when a sudden warmth wrapped around your waist. Yoongi’s grip was relaxed, his arm unknowingly thrown over you as his fingertips lingered on your stomach.

Everything in you wanted to fling him off in disgust, wake him from his sleep and kick him off the bed. It would have been the right thing to do, the sane thing. But for some reason your body remained rigid under his touch. He shifted closer, his nose buried into your back. There was no logical explanation for why you reveled in the touch, his touch.Your breathing was shallow.

You tried to close your eyes, but all you could do was stare at your wall and listen to the rain.

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The Power of Potions pt 1

This one’s for @filisleftmustachebraid, because you make me give you peculiar scene ideas for weird imagines, and this one wouldn’t leave me be...

Imagine messing up on a potion, accidentally turning Fili and Kili into children and temporarily taking care them while Thorin attempts his best to help out.

word count ~2000

Hogwarts, 7th Year Mixed House Potions Class, 1985

“Duck!!” you screamed, throwing yourself underneath the table just before your cauldron’s ominous rumbles became a volcanic eruption.

“Protego!” a dark voice shouted loudly, making you dare to leave the safety of the work-desk and peek over the tabletop, staring at the two brothers, who were covered by the ominously smoking red goo that had just exploded out of your cauldron and splattered onto the twins.

“Fíli! Kíli!” you cried, jumping to your feet.

“Evanesco!” the Professor cast, vanishing the goo instantly. You stared apprehensively as your black-clad potions teacher descended on you, his fury an almost visible cloud around him. “Miss Grey, what exactly did you just do?” he hissed silkily. You swallowed nervously.

“Sorry, sir,” you whispered, knowing you’d be getting a tongue-lashing from your head of House later. Kimberly-Anne was smirking at you from the next bench, and you wanted to stick your tongue out at her, but that wouldn’t be in keeping with the House Rules of Slytherin. “I added too much gentian, and then I tried to control the acidity with powdered moonstone, but I couldn’t get enough thestral-hair into my cauldron before it was too late.” You knew better than to add an excuse – there was none, and the fact that you had managed to render your potion non-scalding and probably inert was little comfort in the face of Professor Snape’s displeasure.

“While the moonstone proves that you may one day become an adequate Mistress of Potions, Miss Grey, you get a zero for the day. Take Misters Durin to the Hospital Wing,” Professor Snape added, his dark eyes glittering.

“Yes, sir,” you acquiesced, beginning to pack up your bag silently. You left behind your cauldron, still half-full of whatever mess your salvation had created, which you’d have to analyse later as part of your punishment, you knew.

“Honestly, sir, I feel fine,” Kíli protested, always the first to speak, jumping to your defense. You sighed. Kíli was such a Gryffindor at times, it was nearly painful. Even a couple of exchange students only here for seventh year should know better than to disagree with the Potions Master. You spotted the Gryffindor Head Boy in your peripheral vision, shaking his head at Kíli, who missed the frantic gesture to shut up.

“Me, too, sir, the potion wasn’t even hot,” Fíli added, slightly less belligerent. The Ravenclaw usually thought things through a little more than his boisterous brother, even if he too suffered from the Gryffindor trait of reckless bravery. You sighed again. Having been partnered with Kíli in Defense and Fíli in Charms, you’d gotten to know both twins reasonably well in the two months since school started. “I don’t think we need to go to the Hospital Wing,” Fíli continued, sounding quite reasonable.

“Fifteen points from Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, Misters Durin, for disrespecting my orders. Miss Grey, escort Misters Durin to the Hospital Wing, and inform Madam Pomfrey that none of you are allowed to leave until I can assess you later. Take notes.” Professor Snape added, his voice dropping into dangerous levels. You nodded mutely, turning your head to glare desperately at Kíli, mouthing at the both of them to follow you as you headed towards the door with a nod at your dark professor.

“Yes, sir,” you opened the door, staring imploringly at Fíli until he tugged Kíli’s arm to make him follow.

“You just had to talk back!” you rounded at Kíli when you reached the Entrance Hall, poking his chest angrily.

“Hey!” Kíli protested angrily. “I was just defending you!”

“Your Gryffindor idiocy probably gained me an extra detention!” you seethed, whirling and stomping off towards the Infirmary. You didn’t look back to see if they followed, hearing the heavy threads of their boots behind you.

“But Snape never punishes Slytherins,” Fíli protested, just before you reached the wide doors. “Everyone knows that!”

“Ha!” you scoffed. “I thought Eagles were supposed to be cleverer than that. He does punish us. He just chooses to keep discipline where it belongs; in our family.” Neither of them seemed to have an answer. You sighed, knowing it was a common misconception that Professor Snape let the Snakes get away with anything. “I screwed up a potion,” you listed, raising a finger, “it was a simple mistake, but it caused an incident; I will have one detention where I’ll be redoing my potion and writing an essay on what I did wrong and how it affected my work as well as the effects my potion has on its victims, which is why I am staying with you lot. It won’t change my zero grade, of course. Then I’ll have another detention – probably tutoring firsties – because ‘people who make simple mistakes need to go back and study the simple things again’” you quoted the long list of rules and punishments posted in your common room. “On top of that, you two were disrespectful, which lost you points for your own houses and may earn me another study session. I don’t have time for that if I want to pass DADA this semester,” you groaned, pushing open the door.

“Uncle wouldn’t fail you!” Kíli promised. You laughed. “You’re one of the best in our year at defence!” he added, staring like you had suddenly sprouted an extra head.

“And I just got both his nephews sent to the Hospital wing.” You waved to Madam Pomfrey, who was reading the small paper airplane that had arrived before you. “Look what happened to Belby last week, after he hexed Kíli in class,” you added. Fíli opened his mouth to protest your analysis.

“Well, get those robes off and take a shower, Misters Durin,” Madam Pomfrey ordered, interrupting Fíli before he could begin to claim that Belby getting a failing grade for giving Kíli donkey ears in a class on shield spells was not Professor Durin’s transparent revenge. At least your Head of House was more subtle than that, you thought smugly. “Professor Snape will be up after class, and Miss Grey has been assigned the duty of keeping an eye on you till he gets here. You look healthy enough to me, but I’ll run a few diagnostics while we wait.”

Knowing better than to protest, the two boys trudged into the infirmary bathroom and you heard the sound of running water while Madam Pomfrey summoned a house elf to fetch their pyjamas and had you set up a note taking station between two beds before returning to her office, humming lightly.

A cry came from the bathroom.

Looking at Madam Pomfrey’s office door which did not open, you marched over to the bathroom door, yanking I open and preparing to tell two embarrassed young men that screaming in the bathroom wasn’t funny.

You stared. Your mouth opened, before closing again on a whimper as you closed your eyes.

“I’m dead. Professor Durin is going to kill me,” you whispered to yourself.

“No dead Gwen!” the little blond boy cried, throwing himself – wet and naked – against your legs.

“My Gwen!” the equally small dark-haired boy claimed, pushing the first boy away to get a better grip on your robes.

“I’m so dead,” you mumbled, which mad both of them burst into tears. “No, no, please, boys, please stop crying,” you cried out, sinking to your knees and wrapping on arm around each of them, panicking when your entreaty did absolutely nothing.

“My Gwen!” Kíli kept sobbing, while Fíli didn’t seem to remember how words worked, hiding his face in your shoulder.

“Hush, boys,” you tried, hugging them tight. “Everything is going to be just fine.” Flicking your hand to drop your wand from its wristholster, you aimed a shrinking spell at the two sets of pyjamas the house elf had magicked onto a bench in the corner. A summoning charm brought both set flying, as Kíli climbed into your lap, seemingly intending to nap with your breast as his pillow. Heat flashed in your cheeks. “I so hope neither of you remember this,” you mumbled, trying to wrangle the shirt onto Fíli, who was now sniffling wetly. You wiped away his tears, kissing his small forehead.

“Not dead?” Fíli asked, staring at you with his giant blue eyes still looking one word away from wailing. You shook your head.

“Not dead, Fíli, I promise. Can you put the pyjamas on?” he nodded seriously, begging to struggle with the combination of leg and leghole while you tried to rouse Kíli, whose newfound resting-place was apparently the most comfy he’d ever been, going by his reluctance to sit up. You sighed. “Kíli, can you get your pyjamas on? Your Uncle will be here soon, and then we’ll get this whole thing sorted out, I promise. Just, please, put some clothes on.” Kíli seemed to study you. Then he nodded.

“My Gwen,” Kíli said solemnly, nodding again and began to pull on his pyjama pants backwards. You chuckled, a little watery, and helped him turn the garment. Buttoning Fíli’s pyjama top, you were surprised when he hugged you again. “Fee!” Kíli shrieked, and then he was wrapped around your middle. Shock made you wrap an arm around both small boys, trying to pretend you knew what you were doing.

“Well, well, Miss Grey, it seems you’ve found a bit of trouble,” a kindly voice said behind you.

“P-Professor Dumbledore!” you gasped, instinctively hugging both boys closer. Turning your head to look up at the Headmaster, you felt caught in his gaze.

“Where are my nephews?!” an irate bellow from the patient ward interrupted anything Dumbledore might have wanted to say. Fíli jumped, pushing past Dumbledore in a flash and running out of the bathroom. Kíli remained where he was, seemingly content to burrow into your hold. Slowly you got to your feet, wondering how such a small boy could feel so heavy.

“Uncle Thorin!” Fíli shouted happily. “You came!”

“… Fíli?” Professor Durin replied. “Why do you look four years old?” When you dared to look up, Professor Durin had picked up little Fíli, carrying him far more easily than you were carrying his twin, who was still clinging to you like a burr. “…Kíli?” Professor Durin whispered, staring from one boy to the other.

“Uncle!” Kíli chirped happily, waving from your hold. “It’s my Gwen!” he announced loudly, tugging on your chocolate curls before putting his head down on your breast once more.

“Miss Grey,” Professor Durin’s face looked like thunder to you. “Explain yourself!”

“No yell at Gwen!” Fíli protested, copying his Uncle’s dark scowl perfectly. Professor Durin looked stunned for a moment, though not as stunned as you felt.

Your explanation – not that you had any idea what you were going to say, really – was postponed by the arrival of Professor Snape, whose supercilious drawl had never been more welcome in the seven years he had been your Head of House. “It seems clear to me, Professor Durin, that Miss Grey inadvertently concocted a variant of a de-aging potion.”

“Can you reverse it, Severus?” Dumbledore asked, placing his hand on your shoulder. Kíli scowled at him, slapping the offending appendage away with a petulant mutter of ‘My Gwen’.

“I will need to test the residue left behind in Miss Grey’s cauldron, which she placed under stasis in the lab before escorted the two Misters Durin up here,” Professor Snape replied. You were probably the only one who felt warmed by the implicit ‘Well done’ inherent in his words. “We’ll also need to run some tests on the boys.”

“How soon can you reverse the process?” Professor Durin growled. Professor Snape smirked.

“I couldn’t possibly say-” an obvious lie “- Professor. Potions is not an exact science, after all.”

“My Gwen,” Kíli piped up, as if that was the most important thing right now. You blushed.

“Very well, Mister Durin,” Professor Dumbledore said genially. You felt instantly worried. Your grandfather's friend was barmy at the best of times - much like your grandfather, really - but you'd learned to be extra wary of that tone of voice. “I’m sure – in lieu of whatever punishment you had devised for Miss Grey’s accident, Professors, you can both agree that it would be more useful for Miss Grey to take care of the two Misters Durin for the next few days.” He held up a hand, when Professor Durin looked like he wanted to protest. “It seems the boys are quite attached to her, and you do have other responsibilities, Professor. Hogwarts is hardly a safe place for two energetic four-year-olds, Miss Grey is the perfect solution.” Turning to you, the twinkle in his eyes revealing deep amusement, he added, “I will excuse you from classes tomorrow, then it’s the weekend and we can reassess the situation on Monday.”

#professor snape #fili #kili #reader-insert #thorin #dumbledore #hogwarts au

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