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kinsurou · 4 years

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After Class

Pairings: Takami Keigo x Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), No Quirks! AU, Sex in a classroom, Reader is a virgin.

Here's my very first piece of smut, please fasten your seatbelts and enjoy the show!

It takes all of your willpower to hold back the pent-up rage growing inside you like a fire doused in gasoline, everyone in the classroom can see the poker face you're trying to maintain is dangerously close to break and let out a horrifying monster called your temper.

Everyone except for the teacher can see you're nearly at your limit, there's an enormous urge to punch someone in the face that keeps growing, and that someone just happens to be the same woman giving you an earful in front of the whole class.

"You should be paying more attention during class instead of being on your phone!" She turns back towards the rest of her students. "Let this be an example to all of you! Don't be like your classmate here!"

She slams her bottle of water in your desk, for dramatic purpose, and finally, she walks back to her own desk, feeling satisfied with her actions. How in the world did someone like her become a college teacher in the first place is a question you'll never get a proper answer to.

There's actually a reason why she's been treating you like this for the past two weeks. A reason that just happens to walk inside the classroom a few minutes after the bell rings, he's carrying a stack of papers in hand, accompanied by a lazy grin stretched all over his face, but that expression quickly shifts to confusion and concern once he feels the tension inside the classroom.

"Sheesh, what's with the long faces guys?"

The teacher's mood flips in an instant. She starts greeting him with a big smile, and there's a not so subtle glint in her eyes that makes many, if not all of her students, cringe in repulse.

"Hi there Takami! Now this is a surprise, is Tanaka not coming today?"

"Good morning to you too Ms. Ito." He replies. "No, professor Tanaka called in sick, but he asked me to watch over the kids for today and hand out their exams. Though judging by everyone's mood, I'm guessing something happened?"

Ito just waves off his question nonchalantly. "I was just talking to everyone not to follow their classmate's example," She throws a dirty look at you from the corner of her eye. "Can you believe the nerve of this girl? Being on her phone in the middle of my lecture? Some people are just completely ungrateful when it comes to their education!"

In the meantime, you're biting down on your lower lip with such force, it's almost a surprise there's not a sight of blood, you're trying so very hard to ignore her snide remarks, all in favor of taking notes from the whiteboard in front of the classroom.

The only thing you were to blame for was forgetting to put your phone on Silent, otherwise she wouldn't have batted an eye when the device rang with a text from your mother. And yet all this woman wanted was an excuse to make you look bad in front of everyone, she just happened to find one at the right moment.

"He's so looking your way right now˜. "Your best friend whispers from your right, with that teasing tone you know all too well.

"Shut.up." You hiss, not really in the mood for another earful after the little stunt with the teacher.

You don't bother paying attention while the blond's gaze lingers on you, disregarding the woman's attempt to get the spotlight with ease, leaving her desperate to make another futile attempt until she finally realizes her class is over. All she can do to keep the remains of her dignity is walk out of the classroom with a huff and a sour attitude.

You feel pity for the students in her next class, they haven't even started the lesson yet and are going to have to deal with the human equivalent of a Tasmanian devil. You could almost listen to her yelling from across the campus already.

Takami Keigo, also nicknamed "Hawks" by his friends, is a teacher's assistant at your college. Older than the majority of your class only by two years, and yet he behaves in such a professional manner with everyone that is hard to believe he's actually a student as well.

It's hard not to like him when he's so chill with everyone, for even in cases like this, when he's asked to take over after a teacher's unavailable, Hawk's only assignment is to stay with the class during the whole period. This time however, he comes carrying a stack of papers.

"Alright kids," He starts, just to be interrupted by one of your classmates.

"Seriously Hawks? You're not that older than us!" They're obviously joking around with him, it's hard to be serious when this guy is around.

"Respect your elders kid!" Laughter fills the whole classroom, dissipating the tension in the air like it's nothing but mist.

Everyone but you is laughing their hearts out, until Hawks points out the contents of the papers.

"As I was saying, Your teacher had to attend some personal business, but he asked me to hand out your test results, and let me tell you guys one thing..." The following silence leaves everyone on edge. "All of you did an amazing job! I don't think I've ever seen so many good notes in a single classroom!"

Everyone starts yelling at him comically. All of you know just how much he enjoys teasing people, but somehow you can't ever get used to his teasing, and he knows it, it's why he's always abusing of his little tendency.

Anybody could agree he's the total opposite of Miss Ito. A 27-years old teacher who's always arguing with her own students for something as insignificant as yawning. Someone who apparently forgot the rule where it says it's strictly forbidden for a teacher to date a student.

That doesn't seem to stop her from throwing hints at a small group of guys, each from a different classroom, and it most certainly doesn't stop her from trying to flirt with the new teacher's assistant.

Hawks starts walking through each row of desks, handing out the papers one by one, each time he gives somebody their sheet of paper you can hear him telling everyone they did a good job.

Once he hands out your own test, his fingers brush against your own with subtleness, sending a small shiver all the way down your arms.

"Good job kid, You had one of the best grades out of the whole class. Your teacher said the same thing too, y'know." The way he says those words with such a reassuring energy makes all the anger inside you leave, no longer the urges to smack somebody tempts you to go looking for Miss Ito and shove your papers up her nose.

All you can muster is a small smile at the guy standing in front of you.

He smiles in return and walks to the next row of seats, ready to hand out the rest of the results.

It's only after he leaves your sight that you see it. A small post it note at the corner of your exam, and judging by the neat handwriting, it's a note from Hawks.

"Meet me after class, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

Just when in the world did he write this? You didn't even notice when he put the tiny piece of paper in your test.

...Were you in trouble for something?

"Look Y/N! I've never had such a high grade before!" Your friend's voice snaps you out of the small paranoic fit. Turning towards him, your eyes widen in shock after seeing the results, and even you are surprised by how well he did on his exam.

"What the hell F/N? You got a perfect score!" You can't help the smile of pride that comes out, proud at F/N for getting such a good grade. He wasn't the worst student, but he wasn't the best either, so seeing the perfect score in his paper was something worth celebrating for.

The rest of the class goes by pretty quickly. Most of the time is spent reviewing the results of your exams with each other, and organizing future study sessions for the subjects you happened to have the most trouble with.

The loud ringing of the bell indicates the end of the last period. And with that everyone can finally leave for the day.

Except for you...

"We have to celebrate this! What do you say we go to that pizza place we love?" F/N stands from his chair to stretch his whole body, you wince at the loud "POP!" coming from his back.

"Maybe tomorrow? There's something I need to do first..." Your eyes wander back to the little pocket in your bag, where the little neon yellow note is carefully tucked away.

"Alright, I'll call you tonight then! See you on Saturday!" With that he walks out of the room along with the rest of your classmates. You're slowly putting all your stuff inside your bag, and it's until the last book is neatly stored alongside the rest of the notebooks and pens that you look up from your seat.

And he's sitting on top of the teacher's desk, Hawks keeps staring at you with something unknown deep inside those amber eyes of his, something lingers in that look and it makes you feel weird on the inside.

But you managed to keep calm before he starts talking.

"That was quite the ruckus back there, uh?" He chuckles, eyes closed as he leans back on the wooden surface.

All you can do is sigh in annoyance at the reminder of your teacher's words.

"Do you want me to remind you why she's being a bitch to me in the first place?" Your mind is faster than your brain, a hand shots up to cover it in shame once you realize what you just called her in front of an unofficial staff member.

But his laughter only becomes louder at your words. Hawks is literally shaking in place, small tears prickling his eyes and head tilted back.

"Easy there, I'm fully aware of it and I take the full blame for it."

He knows it's his fault Miss Ito hates you right now, all because the blond haired male was being friendly with you the other day. The same guy she had laid her eyes on. If there's something you all know is that when Miss Ito gets her eyes on someone single, approaching them is like a death sentence.

Sadly you became one of her targets by pure accident. And now you have to suffer the consequences of something unnecessary.

"But look at the bright side," He goes on. "She can't really lower your grades for no reason, count the fact you have one of the highest grades in her class and it'll look suspicious if you ask me. So for now, just keep up the good work."

You take another look at his features while getting up from your chair. His eyes hold nothing but sincerity, the easy going mood as he stands up from his seat is still evident.

But once he starts getting closer everything changes in the blink of an eye.

He's standing right in front of you, his arms caging your body between his own and your desk. The smell of his cologne quickly invading your nostrils. A subtle combination between citrus and musk that seems to fit Hawks perfectly, it's an alluring and addictive smell that makes you want to lean forward and breath said scent deeply.

That snaps you back to reality, and causes you to look up at him in the eye. A hue of crimson crawling its way up from your neck to your whole face. The whole room's beginning to spin all around you from the nerves struggling to take control.

"W-What are you doing?" The feigned confidence makes him rise an eyebrow in amusement, the glint in his eyes still present as he takes another look at you. His gaze pierces its way into your soul with such ease that it makes it hard to keep eye contact with the man trapping you between his arms.

"I think I should have been more direct from the very beginning..." He leans closer, warm breath hitting your face, making another course of goosebumps run down through your body in big waves.

There's a small and not so foreign feeling between your thighs, making the situation ten times worse.

You know what that feeling is, you just haven't felt anything like it before...

"I don't think I've ever met someone like you. Someone as hard working," His cheek nudges your own as he leans further and inhales your own scent, your bodies are pressed against each other with such an overwhelming amount of strength for someone as lean as Hawks.

"Someone as strong..."One of his hands caress your hip, making you gasp at the sensation of his hands brushing against your skin despite the layer of clothing covering your body.

"Someone as attractive." He's enamoured by the way your face turns away from him, eyes closed tightly from something as simple as his touch.

"If I'm being honest with you..." That same hand caressing your hip goes up, trapping your chin in between his fingers before turning it back to face him, his thumb skims over the outline of your lower lip with such a tender touch, it's enough to make you open your eyes to look at him.

That glint on his eyes is still in there, but this time, with everything happening right now, it all makes sense. This time you can tell just what that glint really means.

"I want you."

It meant lust.

His lips come crashing down on yours filled with never ending passion and lust. Hawks leans in closer, wrapping his arms around your hips as he ravishes your mouth. The warmth of his body makes you feel dizzy, like an intense fever that could make you hallucinate at any moment.

Never in your life has somebody kissed you like this before, with an intensity that makes all of your senses malfunction.

The kiss becomes more desperate as he pulls your body even closer. His touches makes your body give up as your legs begin trembling from dizziness, making him groan in satisfaction at the way you react to his strokes, and before your legs can actually give up on you and make you fall on the floor like an idiot, your own hands grip tightly on his arms for support.

When your limbs makes contact with his biceps, you realize just how fit Hawks actually is. The muscles under your palms feel hard and strong, you can almost feel every single movement as he flexes.

He pulls away soon after, smirking in satisfaction at the dizzy look on your face. You're panting heavily, eyes closing again and face flushing into a deeper shade of crimson than before, and that was only from his kisses.

The mere sight is enough for the growing tent in his pants to become harder, making your own eyes go wide at the realization of what the hard feeling against your leg actually is.

"H-Hawks...Wait...!" You can barely make a proper sentence, still high from everything going on. "I, We can't, you're..."

"I am...?" His teasing doesn't seem to stop. he too, is panting hard before kissing your cheek tenderly and slowly, slowly starts to kiss all the way down from the skin on your face all the way down to the jaw, eventually he reaches the junction between your neck and shoulder, where he starts nibbling softly.

Oh god, please don't leave a mark.

It takes all of your strength to push him away just a few inches. He's not even upset by the gesture, half lidded eyes staring at you intensely.

You finally catch your breath after a few minutes. Glaring at him with more embarrassment than anything else.

"You, are the teacher's assistant. Is it really okay for you to be doing this with a student?!"

All he does is give you a nonchalant look, followed by a smirk that leaves you frozen in place.

Is this guy really the same one that helped you out the other day? The same one that's always helping out everyone around campus with a smile on his face?

He touches your face affectionately once again, before answering your question.

"Yes, you're right, I am a teacher's assistant. But there's something you should know about it..." His eyes don't move from your swollen and bruised lips, with traces of sweet lip gloss slightly smeared on the side.

"Considering I don't have any power over the student's grades, there's really no problem for me to date one y'know?" Hawk's once again making direct eye contact with you, this time the lust in his eyes is more intense than before.

"Besides, be honest with me. You hate Miss Ito, and to be honest so do I."

You can't help blinking twice at his remark, nothing but silence fills the room.

"She may be a bright teacher, but the way she treats her students is unacceptable. That, and there's the fact she won't stop bothering me during free periods." He steps back slightly, pulling you by the wrists in the direction of the teacher's desk, right on the spot where he was sitting before.

"Wouldn't you like to get a bit of revenge on her? Just imagine, being fucked in the very same spot where she grades your exams..."

His words leave you thinking deeply, and you're so deep in thought about it you don't even realize what's going on for a second until you feel his strong arms lifting your body with ease.

You never thought you'd be doing something like this, but here you are, sitting over the desk where your teachers give their lessons, all while one of the hottest men in campus is about to do such depraved things to your body.

"So...What's it gonna be?" His hands are caressing your knees, rubbing circles on the tender skin as he anticipates an answer. If looks could kill his would have burned you a long time ago from the fiery passion behind it.

Your own hands grab on the sides of his face, pulling him closer into a sloppy but swift kiss before you look him in the eye once again.

"Just be gentle, alright...?" The look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know. Hawk's eyes once again have a mischievous glint deep inside.

"I promise you, by the time we're done here," He kisses your jaw softly. "You'll never want someone to be 'gentle' with you again."

He leans forward for another kiss, and this time, you eagerly kiss him back, the hands resting on your knees pry them apart slowly, giving him enough space to stand in between them.

The heat of his body, along with that intoxicating cologne of his makes the experience even more satisfying, small moans escape your mouth as his hands go under your shirt to caress the skin underneath, his touch feels so...delightful on your skin, almost good enough to make you forget about all of your troubles and dive into an euphoria induced dream.

His hands stop at the clasp of your bra, meticulously unclasping the lingerie, you can feel the fabric becoming loose at the front, but he makes no movement to fully take off your top.

Instead his hands just leave their place at your back to pull both the top and the piece of lingerie until it's all ruffled over your neck, he pulls away from the kiss to look down, and it leaves you flustered when he won't stop staring at your bust with intensity.

"...What?" You ask with embarassment, and he can't help laughing at your reaction.

"Am I not allowed to enjoy the view?"

"Stop it Hawks!" He gives you a look full of authority, it makes your body tremble in arousal, the dampness between your legs is proof enough of the effect this guy has on your body.

"Stop calling me that, and start calling me Keigo."

"But I-"

"Would you prefer to call me 'Daddy' instead?"

You give him an incredulous look, face once again flushed by his words.

"Keigo you son of aaaahhhh-" The words die in your throat, replaced by a sharp intake of breath instantly after he engulfs one nipple with his mouth, causing another wave of shivers to shake your whole body to the core.

You try to fight them back, but the whimpers come out victorious and escape through your lips in a rush. It makes Hawks...No, Keigo, smirk victorious, but it's hard to take him serious when he has one of your boobs in his mouth.

He releases the wet bud with a small "pop!", and caress the tip with his index finger, the friction makes another whimper come out, once again making his smirk confidently.

"Look at you. We're just getting to the good part, and you're already a moaning, trembling mess." He looks down in between you legs with a hungry, predatory stare that could make anyone shrink before him.

"It's a good thing you choose to wear a skirt today."

A hand dips down under said piece of clothing, rubbing a damp spot underneath with their middle finger, right where your still clothed and damp slit throbs, craving more of the deliciously immoral graze.

Fuck...

You can't hold back anymore, and you don't want to either.

You're about to have sex in a classroom.

YOUR CLASSROOM.

"What is it princess?" Keigo growls in satisfaction, enjoying how you're finally starting to let those sweet moans out without a care in the world. "Something you'd like to say? Can't say I'm not enjoying seeing you fight back all those sweet moans."

Someone could walk in any minute now, Miss Ito could be walking in any moment as well, but nothing matters anymore.

All you want is for him to take your body however he pleases.

You pull on the collar of his shirt, pulling him into another sloppy and fervent kiss. He really like this new side of you. Always be wary of the quiet ones they say.

His hands sneaks inside the panties, two fingers going deep inside your velvet walls with a slow pace. The friction is so addicting, and you can't help it when your hips move against your will, craving for more.

"Keigo..." You're panting, eyes clouded with desire. "Please take me, I can't wait any longer!"

That's all he needed to hear. But just to make sure you'll enjoy every single moment...

"As much as I'd love to be inside you already." His fingers start picking up speed, you yelp in surprise at the sudden increase of his movements. "I want you enjoy every single part of this. After all, it's your first time, isn't it?"

Between the nerves of being caught and his ministrations you can barely think straight, but your brain still manages to process his words, and it leaves you surprised.

"How?" This time he gives you a tender smile before kissing your temples.

"The way you kept trembling when I got closer? How you kept hesitating? It was pretty obvious, princess." Your walls clench around his fingers, he could tell you're pretty close, so he pulls back his fingers, leaving you hot, bothered and whining at the sudden lack of friction. "But don't you worry a pretty little hair, I'll take good care of you."

His arms hook themselves under your thighs, pulling them forward until his clothed and still throbbing girth brushes against your soaked pussy. The friction feels so fucking good. You can barely wait to feel the rest of it.

"Oh! right!" His hand goes inside his back pocket, and pulls out a small, blue package.

"...Do you always carry one of those around with you?" You squint at him in suspiciousness, and he gives you a sheepish grin in response.

"Nah, the nurse gave me a handful of them as a joke." Keigo quickly unbuckles his jeans, and lowers them along with his boxers just enough for his hard cock to spring out, it's average in length, but it makes up for it with thickness. Its head is also a prominent, reddish shade, throbbing and dribbling with precum.

You couldn't take you eyes off from it, and Keigo couldn't say he didn't like the attention.

He decides to put on a show, putting on the condom at such a slow pace to tease you for a bit. Seeing you squirm due the lack of body contact almost makes him come right on the spot.

Good thing the little piece of latex already comes with lube, not that he'd need much judging by the mess you're making below.

"Are you ready?" He asks, pulling aside your panties and resting his member over your sweet core. As desperately as he wants to pound you into the wooden surface, he'd rather double check, make sure you're completely comfortable with everything about to happen.

And make the experience so good, that you'll eventually come back to him crawling, begging for more of his sinful courtesy. So he can gladly give everything you ask for.

You pull him closer again, wrapping your arms around him with shaky hands. It's not that you're scared, but the nerves are hard to get rid of when it comes to having your first time with someone you've been crushing on for months.

"Please, I want you." You throw those words back at him.

He nods in response, kissing your face with a softness that could make anyone melt, and slowly, so very slowly starts pushing himself inside you. Keigo can hear you whimpering, not used to such a foreign feeling just yet.

It's not painful, but it makes you feel so unusually full once he's completely buried inside you. He also starts growling, savoring the feeling of your walls stretching, creating the perfect spot that fits his throbbing cock in such a delicious ways, it's almost impossible to describe how good you feel.

But one thing's certain, he can't get enough of it.

"God, you're so fucking tight." His voice is so low and hoarse, it nearly makes him sound feral, like a predator about to devour his prey.

And you, were the prey.

"Ahhh...So good, it feels so good being inside my princess."

Your arms grab onto the back of his shirt, bodies plastered against each other so nicely, fitting together just like a puzzle.

Like you were meant for each other from the very beginning.

Keigo pecks you on the lips tenderly. Hips pulling back carefully until nothing but the head is left inside, and then he gives a deep thrust that nearly knocks your whole breath away. Neither of you are capable of holding back the noises, and you don't want to either.

For the first time since you started college, you're glad to be in one of the classrooms in the fourth floor, as far away from prying ears as possible.

"Keigo, oh my god." Your body finally begins to relax, and Keigo can feel it too. He's grateful your insides are finally getting used to having him inside you, otherwise he probably would have come already from the tight clutch of your sweet and slippery cunt.

The moment he feels you completely relaxed it's where the real action begins. He pulls your arms away from him and lays you down over the whole surface.

The palm of his hand plants itself besides your head, acting as a support, otherwise he probably would have fallen over you, too lost over the pleasure your body provides him. The other hand is busy holding on to your hips for dear life, digging his nails on the skin and leaving a painful yet addicting feeling behind, as well as a couple of marks on the bruised skin.

"Remember when I said you'd never want something 'gentle' after this?" He smirks, looking down at you with such dominance, you can't even process any type of thought that's not related to him anymore. "Well, I always keep my promises. Princess."

In the blink of an eye he starts thrusting so hard and fast that you can't help it when the moans start getting louder. Keigo moves with a pace so strong, so fast, and so passionate that rattles the whole desk. It makes your thoughts wander in place, imagining the loud slam that could probably be heard across a room should he be fucking you in bed.

"Hey..." A snap of his fingers brings you back to the present, and to a frowning blond. "Eyes on me princess, or is this too boring for you?"

He stops moving altogether, even despite your desperate whines at the sudden halt of his thrust, but Keigo's a persistent man, and a teasing little shit who adores making you squirm underneath him.

"Keigoooo!" You hips move on their own, trying to get some more of that delicious feeling of his cock against your velvet walls. It doesn't last for long though, as both of his hands have a unshakable hold on your sides, completely preventing you from grinding against him any longer.

"If you really want more..." His hands travels all the way down to your aching sex, rubbing a single digit against your clit and drawing out a high pitched moan. "Then beg for it...Tell me, just how much you really want it."

"I..." You can't even form a proper sentence, an endless stuttering from his finger rubbing harder against the small bud, preventing you from doing so.

You can't talk, you can barely think, but you need him.

"I want you...to fuck me harder. P-Please Keigo, I really, really need your c-cock!" That's all you can say, and that's all he needs to hear. Keigo begins moving again, this time at such a brutal pace that makes everything go white. The sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoes loudly all around the classroom, and the smell of sex engulfs the whole room.

"That's much better!" He growls, satisfied with the way your head falls back when he hits a certain spot. Keigo gives another harsh thrust, making you scream from how good it feels to have him ravish your body like this.

You're so caught up in the moment, drowning in ectasy from every push. Then you feel it, the way your insides twist from the upcoming orgasm as he begins rutting mercilessly, kissing your womb over and over again.

"Keigo!" There's something about the way you scream his name, that makes his length twitch as it slips back and forth inside your cunt. And his pace begins to waver once he feels his own climax approaching. "I'm coming...!"

"You're coming princess? You want to cum all over my cock?" He gives another sharp thrust, drawing out another moan from you. By this point he could guess your throat is more likely sore from how loud you're getting. And he adores it.

"Do it then," He gasps, head burying itself on your shoulder and biting down on the soft flesh, that is definitely going to leave a mark. "Come for me, make a mess all over this desk, so every time you're in class you'll never forget what happened here behind everyone's back!"

He knows the effect his words have on you, that grin on his face says it all as he watches your body convulsing, trembling as your very first orgasm shakes your senses. He follows after you almost immediately, utterly overwhelmed after the had clenching of your walls around him.

You're both feeling exhausted, attempting to calm your heavy breathing. During that brief period of time, you keep wondering if what happened would be just a one time thing. And once the both of you walked out of the room, Keigo would tell you to pretend nothing happened.

In a way, it makes a small aching dig it's way inside your heart.

"Hey princess, what's with the long face?" Keigo's face leaves its place on your shoulder, worried you might be regretting everything that happened just a minute ago. "I told you there would be no problem in getting involved with me."

"I know," Slowly your hands release their hold on his shirt, leaving behind a couple of wrinkled spots. "But this changes everything. Was this just a one time thing?"

"Oh, that's what you're worried about?" His questions comes out so casually it almost gives you whiplash from how fast you turn to look at him, brows raised high in confusion.

Once again he grabs your chin between his fingers. This time with a softer look in his eyes than when he first proposed this debauchery.

"I meant what I said before, I've never met someone like you before." He gives a soft peck to your jaw, lips lingering in place momentarily. His eyes are closed, deep in thought as he thinks carefully about his next words.

"The question is. Do you, want this to be a one time thing?" He's making eye contact with you again. "Or do you want this to go further?"

"I, want to get to know you better, Keigo." The answer is barely audible, but he manages to hear it, judging by the soft look he gives you.

"That's all I need to hear. Now, what do you say we get out of here? The janitor should be arriving any moment now, and honestly." He pulls out his already soft member, making you whimper slightly at the sudden emptiness. "I'd rather be the only one seeing you like this."

Quickly you both try fixing yourselves as much as you can. Thankfully you always carry a small package of napkins, and quickly clean up the dripping mess between your legs before fixing up your clothes.

As well as the dirty predicament on the desk, the janitor's not to blame for the consequences of Ito's attitude after all.

You both walk out of the classroom carefully. Thankfully Keigo didn't have anything pending, so nobody came looking for him during your little "chat". But if any of your friends happened to see this, you'd never hear the end of it from them.

..........

Just like Keigo predicts, the next time you walk inside the classroom everything that happened last Friday comes back. And when Miss Ito's lesson finally starts, you have to fight back the urge to give her that same mocking smile she gave you last time.

If that's not satisfying enough, then the moment the whole school witnesses her outrage after she makes another move on Hawks, just for the teacher's assistant to mention he's already seeing someone definitely is a sight nobody will ever forget. Particularly after she's finally called into the principal's office for her lack of professionalism.

The whole school ends up celebrating the event. And you definitely will celebrate once again after class, judging by the subtle looks Keigo sends your way after the ordeal.

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Well Behaved One (Flip Zimmerman x Reader)

This was requested by an anon. I wasn’t thinking about writing about Flip but since he is one of the few cops I would trust I thought why not. Also for future reference this page is ACAB, pro choice, anti gun, LGBTQIA+ friendly, mental health advocate and ally to everyone. So don’t come up here with some bullshit cause I won’t hesitate to talk some shit, alright? Enjoy

(y/n) was a bit of trouble for her family, fighting the boys that messed with her in kindergarten, playing with the “black kids” although she played with them cause they were the only ones that wanted to play with her, as she got older she would talk back to teachers, question the ethics of what they were teaching, now she was a college student, studying arts-which made her parents go crazy- and still standing up for what she thought was basic human decency.

“You don’t have to drag me I can walk”

Her voice was heard in the police station, making a lot of heads turn-including flips- as she walked in with her head high, hands handcuffed behind her back and an almost prideful smirk on her lips. The two policemen took her in one of the investigation rooms and another police man came in the station with a swollen nose.

“What happened?”

Ron asked. Flip was intrigued about finding out who made the bigot policeman bleed before he got the chance.

“Womens rights march, she punched a cop in the face”

“feisty”

“That’s why flip will interrogate her”

“Wait what? why?”

“Cause it’s your turn now”

Flip got up and started walking towards the room. He had to admit he wanted to see up close the ace of the female that dared to do such thing that a lot of people in this office wanted to do, cause to be honest he was a complete asshole.

Flip walked in and saw a pissed off woman wearing a black leather jacket, black shirt and a pair of jeans with black boots, her hair was up in a ponytail and maybe a tad bit of make up. Her expression was harsh and she was ready to punch someone if given the chance.

“Hello miss-flips pages- (y/l/n), I am officer Philip zimmerman”

“Good for you”

She fired back. Flip stayed silent and walked over, taking the key he had and freeing the girls wrists from the metal restrains they had put on rather tightly, probably to show off and make her life difficult.

She started rubbing those wrists, trying to hide the relief but also the pain she felt, it was her first time coming in the police station, but she was already taught what to do if this happened. Flip sat directly in front of her, not really knowing how to navigate this.

“I will not speak until I get a lawyer”

“You won’t need one. They haven’t charged you with anything they are just pissed off, most likely get an assault accusation but the officer will be too embarrassed to follow take your finger tips and let you go”

“He was groping on of the girls”

She stated. The only reason she went up to that cop was that she saw with her own eyes doing a “body research” and fully grab her butt, she had to do something since the girl was already scared and in tears.

“Excuse me?”

“That cop, he was searching one of us and he grabbed her by the ass, in front of everybody, the girl was crying. Anyone would have done the same”

He was left stunned, she was defending someone. He didn’t even doubt that the cop wasn’t touching the girl inappropriately, sounds exactly like something he would do.

“I understand. May I ask you a question?

“Sure, don’t have anywhere else to be at”

“Why were you there?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? This whole thing is filthy, racism, sexism whatever you want to call it, it’s like a jungle, not about who is superior or who is smarter, it’s about who hit first, who can get more aggressive first, who can pick up a gun first, we are fighting against each other. I am a white female, I look like them but I am still a female so i’m not enough, a male jew, he is a male but still a Jew, a white homosexual man, still a homo,so there is nothing really that fuels it, not a skin color, not a religious belief, it’s just about who killed who first and i’ll be dammed if I let another girl feel less than just because he did it first”

He didn’t have words to describe how he felt, in just a few minutes he became mesmerized by her mind, her words, her drive everything she said stood valid, he could say that he admired her.

“Give me a second”

With that he got out and did a straight b line to the officer that she had punched. Before that poor son a bitch could have a chance of seeing flip, flip had grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him to the wall.

“YOU SEXUALLY EXPLOITED A WOMAN? YOU FUCKING DICK”

“SHE IS FUCKING LYING, I WAS DOING MY JOB”

“hey, hey,hey Flip let him go”

Ron butted in and held Flip back. In the meantime (y/n) was brought out of the room and got to witness the whole thing. She smiled at Flip, seeing a cop defend the words of a woman was as a rare as a man helping his wife with the chores in the house.

“You are lucky she only punched you, I would have ripped your balls off you fucking dickhead”

As Flip turned his back on the scared officer he saw her, standing there with that smile again, almost like she approved of him. He went up to her and the officer that was showing her out and stopped them

“I’ll take it from here”

He said to officer and led her out of the station. He wanted to ask her out but he was afraid, of what you may ask? he didn’t know either, getting punched in the face, getting rejected, telling him she had a boyfriend.

“The charges were dropped”

“I told you, too embarrassed”

She made chit chat, that was a good sign of him succeeding but something in the back of his head made him second guess his words.He was running out of time as they got closer to the door.

“Do you wanna go out with me?”

“What?”

“I am asking you out, like for a coffee”

She was asking him out? Well nothing really should surprise him coming from her, he ha to admit he was relieved she said it first so he wouldn’t look like a complete dickhead

“Aren’t you afraid to be seen with one of the pigs?”

“It’s alright, you are a well behaved one”

#flip zimmerman #adam driver #adam driver scenario #adam driver imagine #adam driver x reader #adam driver x oc #flip zimmerman scenario #flip zimmerman imagine #flip zimmerman one shot #flip scenario #flip imagine #flip one shot #flip #flip x reader #flip x oc #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman x oc #flip zimmerman head canon

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No Bad Student | 1 -- Prologue: Ex-Degenerate

Pairing: Lawrusso (Daniel x Johnny) Genre: Angst Warnings: Blood Word count: 1303 Summary: KK2 AU in which Johnny ends up living with Miyagi and Daniel for the summer. Inspired by nadianecromancer’s comic, but I’ll try to avoid making any scenes similar to the ones they already did! Notes: This was originally posted on Ao3 here. I’m much more used to that format than this one, but I’ve seen a lot of people post their fics here and thought I’d give it a shot. First chapter of three I’ve already written and will post shortly.

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He didn’t dare to look up from the pavement on that day. Voices called from around him, but none of them held any meaning at that moment. Even as Bobby set a hand on his shoulder, the feeling was like smoke in the breeze. He didn’t dare to look up, because he’d see one of two things -- LaRusso was there, looking at him, or he was already gone. After what he’d just seen, either option could kill him then and there.

Instead, his eyes were trained on the thin layer of shattered glass that covered the parking lot. There were tiny, bright red dots sprinkling the cement among the glittering white shards. It wasn’t the first blood he’d seen that day, but all but this was drawn from the losers, the ones that didn’t try hard enough. They didn’t commit. Sensei isn’t a loser, is he?

His eyes shut tightly. Some dying part of him still held on. It told him that all of this was his own fault, or LaRusso’s fault, or that crazy old man’s fault. It couldn’t be Sensei. He should just shut up and get back to training. Or, better yet, get up and show that old man what a real fighter looks like.

And still, his heart faltered. He let out a long, still-pained breath and let defeat keep him pinned to the ground below him.

“Johnny, come on man, let’s get outta here.” Johnny let his eyes come up just a bit, trying to ignore his peripherals. Bobby was on one knee in front of him, a hand still resting on his shoulder.

“Are you breathing alright? Do you need to see somebody?” Tommy said as he took a seat on the curb beside him. His voice was quieted -- he knew Johnny’s pride better than anyone.

“I’m alright, I’m alright.” Johnny insisted promptly, pushing himself upward, though he still watched the glass’s reflection.

Bobby gave him a pat on the back, forcing up a little smile. “C’mon, let’s do something fun, huh?”

“Could go steal one of the golf carts again. Find some ramps.” Dutch came walking into view, his arms crossed. Jimmy couldn’t help but scowl at him as he approached from behind.

Johnny shook his head. “Nah, let’s just--... Let’s go for a ride. Down to the beach, the usual place.” He said hoarsely, already making a beeline for his bike. The others followed behind, as always.

He took a seat on his bike, resting on it for a moment. The vibration of the engine hummed against his fingers as he gripped the handles. His sharp breathing slowed. The feeling was familiar. It brought back memories of normality, him and the boys getting into trouble, midnight conversations at the beach that always got a little more emotional than intended. That beach seemed to hold onto those feelings, like a storage place for their thoughts. Ali did the same, really. He could still picture her face the first time he let himself cry in front of her -- that took a while, didn’t it? Could he ever do that again?

Not after him. His jaw clenched at the image, the proud smirk of the bastard that changed his life for the worse and stole Ali away from him forever. The worst thing about it was that he could do nothing to stop him. It was over. He lost.

His sensei’s words echoed in his mind.

Bobby tapped on Johnny’s shoulder, his brows raised in concern. “You alright, man? We’re ready to head out if you wanna…” He trailed off.

Johnny nodded tacitly, revving the engine again then speeding away from the arena for what would seem to be the final time.

“Just gimme it, man!” Tommy pleaded as he chased after Dutch, kicking up clouds of sand.

Dutch chuckled, a big, malevolent grin on his face as he swung around Tommy’s bag. “Not until you admit you got your ass kicked.”

“I scored a point, same as you! Not my fault LaRusso cheated!” He grumbled out, capturing one of the straps, though this only allowed Dutch to begin swinging his arm around along with the bag.

“How’d he cheat?” Bobby asked, incredulous, sitting on a towel and sipping a warm beer beside the other two.

“He--...” With a quick, aggressive motion, Tommy managed to slip his bag out from Dutch’s grip, leaving him to fall into a laughing fit on the sand. “Well, he must’ve, right? A guy like that couldn’t have really beaten all of us, could he?”

“Nah, you’re right.” Dutch said as he climbed back onto his feet, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “I mean, you saw him. He hardly threw a punch. Just blocking over and over, the annoying little bastard.”

“He wasn’t cheating, man, we just weren’t prepared for whatever that Miyagi guy trained him to do,” Bobby admitted, his voice low.

Jimmy stood from the towel, starting to pace. “Well--... Well, we can train up and kick his ass next year, yeah? I mean--... I mean he won’t even get to Johnny.”

Dutch grinned. “Damn right. We’ll teach that kid a lesson he won’t forget.”

Bobby smiled warmly, turning to Johnny for confirmation. The smile dropped promptly. “Johnny?”

He sat facing the ocean, watching the moon’s reflection morph with the waves, his eyes empty. After a second of silence, he looked over at Bobby, his brows raised. “Huh?”

“We were saying how we’re gonna kick LaRusso’s ass next year.” He said cautiously, attempting a smile.

“Oh… Yeah…” Johnny’s words trailed off as he turned back toward the moon.

Silence permeated the group for a few long seconds.

“Well uh…” Bobby started, “I guess we gotta find a new sensei, huh?”

“Oh, well my mom told me about this place in Glendale.” Jimmy sat in the sand in front of Bobby, grinning brightly. “It’s kinda small, but it seems nice, so she says.”

Tommy sat beside him. “ We should definitely go to the same dojo, can’t split up this crew, right?”

Johnny sighed and they all turned their attention. “I don’t really wanna do karate anymore.”

That silence returned to take all of them once again, holding for quite some time.

Tommy hesitated, then spoke. “Are you serious, man?”

He nodded.

Everyone had the same thoughts simultaneously, albeit with different orders, different priorities. Dutch’s lip curled in anger, Tommy’s eyes darted in fear, Bobby looked to Johnny with compassion, and Jimmy hid his despair the best he could. All the while, Johnny sat there still staring at the water, void of any reaction at all.

“It’ll be alright, Johnny,” Bobby said softly. “We don’t need karate to keep being friends, y’know?”

A smile twitched up on Johnny’s face but failed to fully appear. “Yeah. I hope so.” He felt a surge of pain through his chest. His eyes welled up, but he widened them, shifting his focus to keeping a tear from falling.

Bobby patted his back, then hugged him around the shoulders. “I know it. You don’t have to worry about stuff like that, man.”

Each boy nodded, offering their own versions of compassion to their friend. Even Dutch gave a little confident smirk in an attempt to bring up the same in him.

“Thanks, guys.” His voice trembled slightly as an evasive tear fell, despite his best efforts; though, the others wouldn’t mention it, certainly not now.

The group ended that night at Bobby’s parents' house -- the last thing Johnny wanted was to spend it at home. They killed time distracting each other with arguments about nothing and impromptu competitions held for no good reason. It was a good ending to a horrible day, but no matter how much he tried to hide it, there was an empty space in Johnny where something once was.

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#karate kid fanfiction #cobra kai fanfic #lawrusso fanfiction #lawrusso #karate kid part ii #karate kid au #johnny lawrence

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Yeah She’s My Mom

Natasha x daughter!reader

Summary: You get in trouble at school and everyone finds out who your mother is.

When you woke up, you already knew it wasn't going to be a good day. Not only did your ex boyfriend of almost a whole year, cheat on you with the head cheerleader you found out he was cheating since the start of you three mont anniversary. You only found out last night. You didn't waste your tears on him though. Sure you really loved him, but he wasn't someone worth crying for.

You quickly got out of the car late for the second time this week and it was only Tuesday. "See ya." Natasha said as she drove off quickly due to having a mission. You gave her a quick wave as you bolted through the door finding your first class of the day.

As you opened the door out of breathe everyone's eyes went to you as the teacher gave you a deadly stare. You were pretty used to those though having the enemy giving you that glare on missions. Also you no doubt it from your mother pretty much once everyday.

"Ah, Ms. Rushman" Mrs. Smith says using your fake last name to your annoyance. "How nice of you to join us. Although you should have been in here at least fifteen minutes ago." She looks at her watch as the rest of the class snickers. Typical.

"Yeah well my mom took little longer packing up her stuff for work." You say. "Yes, while it's not like your mother is saving the world." She says as you sit down at your desk and roll your eyes at the irony. If only they knew. It's a real shame that you can't tell anyone that the Black Widow is your mother and that you help the avengers sometimes defeat bad guys and what not. How many teenagers your age can say that?

Through out the day you here the whispers of your so called friends talking about you behind their back about you and Jason's break up. You also see the way every time you pass Brooke, his now girlfriend the way she laughs bitterly at you. You ignore it at first, though you know that wouldn't be for long.

"Oh look what we got here." Brooke says as, her your ex, and about three girls and three boys corner you in the hallway. You look around seeing any other students or staff but spot no one there's no possible way you can go run to the nearest exit now. It's not like you want to step away from the possible fight that will break loose at any moment now. With your training, they wouldn't even know what hit them.

"What the hell do you want Brooke?" You asked rolling your eyes and crossing your arms. She steps closer to you putting her hands on her hip. "We want to see your pathetic ass hurt as much as you are possibly hurting inside."Jason and the rest laugh at you as you step closer to her.

"Sorry to tell you that I honestly don't care. In all honesty I only dated you because I was wasted when i made out with you at that stupid part." For a second you can see the slight hurt on his face that now makes you laugh. his girlfriend and friends though did not find it funny.

Brooke then slapped you hard on the cheek. You easily saw her weak arm coming but figured if you were going to get revenge better let them get the first hit. She grinned widely as you held your hand up to your cheek faking a gasp. She was about to go for a punch next but you dodged it and grabbed her arm. She and the others looked shocked as you held a strong and firm grip. As the two girls came at you, you kicked their knee caps making them groan in pain as they fell hard on the ground. You then twisted Brooke's arm stopping when you heard a loud crack and a shriek escape her lips. Your eyes got wide not fully intending to break any of their bones, but hey no going back now. You let go as she held her broken arm with her good one. You kicked her stomach forcefully causing her to tumble back into one of the boys harshly making them both fall to the ground. The next boy threw a few punches at you which you obviously dodged and then punched him square in his left eye. Last but not least, Jason. He was beyond terrified as you smiled at him with his friends lying around you in pain. Although you could see the fear written all over his face his cockiness got the best of him, and he tried to kick you. You grabbed his leg and twisted it so hard until you heard the satisfying pop. You then kicked his face and heard the crack of his nose breaking and saw the gushing blood coming out. Another kick would teach him a lesson you thought. You were about to kick him again but the principal and and Mrs. smith stood in front of you with their mouths wide open. "Oh shit." You responded.

*****

Natasha was currently fighting off some hydra agents, with the rest of the Avengers, when her phone rang.

"Hello?" Natasha asked while taking down five men. "Ms. Rushman, this is y/n's school speaking."

"Has something happened to y/n?"

"Well lets just say y/n's okay, but she has gotten in some trouble." The male voice says. Natasha sighs. "I will be there in ten."

*****

You waited outside the principal's office along with the injured kids. An ambulance was apparently suppose to pick them up soon as they all whimpered in pain. Your smirk a little remembering the fond memory of beating the bullies up. That really put that in their place.

All of a sudden everyone started gasping and taking their phone out to take photos as something caught their attention in the halls you stood up trying to get a look at what they were so shocked about. And that's is when you saw Natasha.

Everyone was moving out of their way for her as she strutted the hallway in her cat suit. Shit... You totally forgot that she was on a mission. She's going to be supper pissed at you.

"What is going on-" Mrs. Smith and Principal James said in unison. Their words though immediately were replaced by a gasp as your mother walked up to them. Her face was emotionless as usual, but was immediately replaced by concern as she looked at the beaten up kids. She then looked at you and noticed how you were perfectly fine. Natasha could even tell by the smirk on your face that you were better than fine.

"Hey mom." You said giving her a little wave. Everyone in the entire school's eyes went to you. The staff were very confused, the students were astounded, but the bullies were mortified.

"Y/n." She simply replied. "So will someone explain to me why I was called in?" She knew though that there was no way in hell you didn't beat up those kids. Mrs. Smith was about to explain but annoying-ass Brooke beat her to it.

"You apparent daughter here beat us up!" Brooke practically screams. Her super high pitched voice makes you guys wince.

"Is that true?" Natasha asks you raising her eyebrow. "Maybe..." You then explain the whole situation to your mother as the teachers also hear.

"Well from my perspective, your definitely not grounded." Her statement makes a lot of heads turn. "What?" You say confused as to why she's not mad at you.

"They threw the first punch. Also any of you even look at my kid wrong you'll have to deal with me." Everyone's eyes grew wide at the thought of messing with the black widow and nodded. However you couldn't help but chuckle as you and your mother exited the school.

"Oh by the way" You called out before leaving "It's Y/n Romanoff!"

"So ice cream?" Natasha says as the two of you enter the car.

"Ice cream sound nice."

#natasha x daughter!reader Natasha Romanoff Natatsha x teen

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writinginthedarkwood · 4 years

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I had an idea for an OC if you want it. A woman/girl with a love quirk that makes it so anyone who looks her in the eyes falls madly in love with her with like everything that comes with it whether it be lust or possessiveness or snuggles and the person under her quirk is just the maxed out version of themself in love. She doesn’t intentionally use her quirk because she learned really quick how awkward it is to look at someone and them to propose so she wears a blind fold everywhere.

You didn't say who your favorite character was.... so I picked someone for you 🥰

Shoto Todoroki x Reader: Eye Love You.

“What a pretty little girl.” Your mother beamed with pride as the man smiled down at you. You were five, around the same age as all the other children who started developing their quirks when the first incident happened. Your mother and father felt like they had no reason to be concerned about your future powers. Your mom was a gentle heart, who could ease people's anxieties with a soft touch. Your father had piercing golden eyes that could see into the hearts of people, and find out who they loved the most. Both unique quirks, but nothing incredibly powerful. So when you woke up with the same liquid golden pools one morning, they were happy. You had hidden behind your mother's legs that afternoon, and she pushed you to say thank you to the man. “T-thank you.” You stuttered out, looking up to see the wrinkled face of the older gentleman. The man staggered back, gripping his head like he was in pain. “Sir are you alright?” Your mother asked, reaching out to touch him with her hand. He quickly stood up straight with a pained look on his face. “How much to marry your daughter? I have my check book right here!” He tried to grab your mother’s shoulders, she reeled back in horror, the shouting man starting to draw a crowd. “What are you talking about?” She picked you off of the ground and held you tightly to her chest. “Get away from us!” A patrolling hero strolled over to help, placing himself between the two of you and the increasingly more aggressive man. “Please mam, I love her! I’ll pay you any amount if you just give her to me!” The hero ended up escorting the man away, taking him into police custody as the man started to fight.

Your parents have never outwardly said to you, that they fear your power. They didn’t have too. “See Y/N, we got you masks in every pretty color. This one even has sequins.” Your father said, trying to convince you to wear your blind fold. “But papa I don’t wanna wear a mask over my eyes...” You whined and cried, but eventually it became routine to wear an eye covering everywhere you went. You got fairly good at navigating the world without being able to see fully. Your eye coverings blurred the world, but didn’t completely darken it.

Lost in thought you were startled by someone brushing past you sort of harshly, their shoulder shoving you to the side and forcing you to slam against the locker. “Ow!” You couldn’t tell who had pushed you so rudely, they continued to walk away without much of a glance in your direction.

“Hey you!” A lower voice you hadn’t heard before called out from behind you to the person who gave you a push. “What?” The shover called back, annoyed. “You hurt this girl and didn’t say excuse me.” “So?”

“So you should apologize.” The voice was monotone, but stern.

“Or what?” The bully sneered. A softer voice, like the person was trying to whisper spoke up. “Hey didn’t you know that’s Endeavors kid?”

Endeavor’s son? You’d heard of him, but you’d think he would be too busy to stop and help someone from the Management class. “Hey man look, I don’t want any trouble but she was walking too slow. Sorry or whatever-” The kid said before shuffling off.

“Are you alright?” Todoroki turned to you. You had a few good friends here, but most people generally ignore you. Rumors at your old school flew around that you would curse people who were mean to you, forcing them to fall in love with you and do your every wish. It was frustrating to have people view you in such a negative light, you’d never use your powers on someone on purpose. It was cruel to watch people lose themselves, you could ruin someone’s life with your quirk. Break up a happy home, destroy someone’s relationship in a flash. You’d only ever used your quirk by accident, and hated yourself for it every time.

It was easier not to have anyone too close to you.

“Yeah, I’m okay. You didn’t have to say anything to him.” You angled your face to the ground, seeing the outline of his shoes. “Where are you heading?” Shoto asked.

“I’m meeting some students from the support class in the library. We’re all working on a project together.” In management you got to work with a lot of other students at U.A. You might not be the best at punching villains, but you could run numbers and execute ideas in a group setting really well. “I’ll walk you there. I’m heading that direction too.” You didn’t know, but Shoto was actually head the exact opposite way. He had plans to return to his dorm, but for some reason he felt intrigued by you and your strange little mask and decided he would make sure you got to the library without any more trouble. “Oh, well great.” You smiled, feeling a bit shy.

The next morning you heard a familiar voice call out to you. “Good morning Todoroki. Did you find that book you were looking for?” You asked sweetly. Surprised and happy he greeted you. “What book?” He asked, sounding confused. “The book you said you needed from the library last night, silly.” You giggled. Todoroki hadn’t checked anything out. He lied so you wouldn’t think he was just trying to walk with you. “Truthfully I didn’t really need anything. I just wanted to make sure nobody else bothered you.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. He spent the entire night tossing and turning, picturing your lovely cheekbones and smile. “That’s very heroic of you, but I can handle myself.”

“I’m sure you can. Can I walk you to class?”

Everyday, Todoroki would wait for you and walk you to your classroom. Much to the jealousy of a few girls who felt a little obsessed with the quiet fire prince. He didn’t seem to care, or even really notice how popular he was. It took a few weeks, but he started to open up more of his personality for you to see. Making a few jokes, laughing a bit at your witty and sarcastic comments. You were both similar in the way that it took some chipping down to open up about things. The two of you sat outside in the sunshine, feeling the beautiful spring air in your hair. “My mom always loves the flower blossoms this time of year.” Shoto said quietly, he had his hands clasped tightly together in his lap as the two of you relaxed on a bench. “I wish I could see them. They smell beautiful.” Shoto was quiet for a moment. “Well why don’t you take your blind fold off? I’ll watch for anyone walking by.”

Your heart lurched, this always happened. The closer you got with someone, the more comfortable they were being around you. It’s dangerous to not be on your toes, you thought. “I wish I could Shoto.”

Without saying anything he loosened the knot on the back of your head, the thin cloth falling into your lap. You quickly covered your face with a gasp. “Shoto! That’s not funny.” You felt panic rise in your chest. “I need you to look away while I put it back on. I’m serious.”

“I would never pull a prank on you. Do you trust me?” He said softly. Shoto reached out and gently took your hand and pulled it off of your face. He lead your chin to look his direction with his finger. You had your eyes shut tightly still. “Open your eyes Y/N. Please, I want you to see my face.”

You wanted to cry. “Shoto, I can’t control my quirk.”

“Do you trust me?”

“I-I do.” You said meekly.

“Then please, open your eyes.”

He was beautiful. You had imagined what he looked like for weeks now, but you never thought he would look so lovely. Your heart lurched seeing the scarred patch of skin on his face. Your awe was quickly smothered by a wave of panic. “Shoto I’m so sorry, are you okay?” You reached out and grabbed his face, looking for any signs of a change in him.

“I feel perfectly fine Y/N. I promise.” He gave you the sweetest, slight smile.

“Wait... does my quirk not work on you...?” You asked confused.

“It doesn’t have too.” He leaned in, closing the space between you two and planting a soft kiss on your lips. He pulled away, admiring your stunned expression. “I already love you.”

#bnha fanfiction #bnha fic #bnha fluff #shoto todoroki #todoroki fluff #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x female reader #todoroki headcanons #shoto #todoroki imagine #bnha oc #bnha requests

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Mistakes & Regrets XXI

Summary: When a trip to your Dad’s hometown of Hawkins goes wrong, you end up in the year 1983, and have to learn how to cope with being stuck in the past.

Pairing: Steve Harrington / Future!Reader (like, a really slow burn)

Warnings: Swearing, violence

A/N: Definetaly not my favorite chapter, but we need to keep moving and i was having writer’s block :/

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Your dad and pa always said to stay yourself.

There was always something about the exact words they used. About never changing who you were for others that always stayed in your head, repeating itself occasionally. But you hadn’t thought about them in a long time.

You changed for a lot of people since you got here. You’d gone from the very loud outspoken girl in all of your classes who cracked jokes and got in trouble frequently to a quiet and reserved shy girl now. Except for around Steve. You weren’t afraid to be annoying around him. And others picked up on it.

So then came the question, was everyone else like the kids you went to school with most of your life except for Steve, or was there something else more there?

Well, you’d cried in front of Joyce, and Jonathan, and even Nancy in the past year. Yet, you kept your composure around Steve. He made you feel stronger than you really were. Like he boosted your confidence or something.

Hearing the kitchen door open, you were up on your feet and heading to the kitchen table, where everyone else was already beginning to gather.

Hopper had a pen and a ripped piece of paper.

You were looking over Lucas and Dustin’s shoulders. “I think he’s talking, just not with words.” He began to draw small circles and a long line. Morse code. You only knew it because for some reason your dad had wall art in the house, showing it for each letter. And while you never memorized it, you knew what it looked like.

“What is that?” Steve asked from beside you.

The boys and you all answered.

“H-E-R-E”

“Here.” You repeated it as a word, everyone else doing the same. Everyone knowing the simple four letters.

“Will’s still in there. He’s talking to us.” Hopper came to the conclusion.

Soon enough they were back in there, leaving Steve, Nancy, you and all of the kids but Mike in the house.

Hopper had his walkie in the shed, repeating back the code that Will was tapping on the side of his chair, letting the kids figure it out, while Nancy wrote it. You had a terrible feeling, and kpt exchanging looks with Steve every few seconds.

“Close gate.” You finished as Nancy wrote the last letter. “He wants us to close the gate.”

It was an obvious fix. But to do so, you probably needed Eleven. And if done so, you’d never see home again. You’d never graduate in the year you were supposed to. But you’d only resigned yourself to that fact. So while it still hurt, you knew it needed to be done.

The kids and nancy all looked at you, Lucas and Nancy by far having the saddest looks on their faces, but Steve looked at everyone, seeing their gaze was fixed on you, and he too, saw how your arms were crossed and how you looked at nothing in particular.

But the phone rang.

“Shit!” You turned on the ball of your foot, rushing to the phone. It was loud. And you knew that if you couldn’t fall asleep because the one in your apartment was too loud to drown out even with three pillows pushed against your ears, that they could hear it from the shed.

Dustin passed you, grabbing the phone from the receiver and putting it back on.

You stopped next to the phone, looking back and seeing everyone staring with wide eyes, Nancy still holding the notepad and red crayon.

The very beginning of the next ring, you grabbed the receiver, tearing it off the wall and holding it to your chest like you would with an infant you were trying to shush.

“Do you think he heard that?” Max inquired.

“It’s just a phone. It could be anywhere. Right?”

Shrugging, you looked down at the blue phone. “How many phones is that now? Four?” You questioned, looking at Nancy. Who only shrugged and shook her head, a silent ‘why does it matter?’

But you heard that noise. It was in the distance but you still heard it. “Fuck.” You murmured. You tossed the phone to the ground watching as everyone from the shed ran back, Jonathan carrying Will and running to one of the bedrooms to set him down.

“What happened?”

“He heard the ringing.” He explained as the kids looked out the window.

“Hey! Away from the windows!” Hopper bellowed. Walking into the living room. He looked at Jonathan, holding up a hunting rifle. “You know how to use this?”

Without a word, Steve grabbed your hand, taking you a few steps further into the living room with him, letting you go while Hopper tossed the rifle to Nancy instead.

Pulling the pistol from your jeans, you turned the safety off, already knowing you’d reloaded it when you got to the house.

The kids stayed behind most of you, and Hopper had a rifle. The kind police or military would use. An automatic, you were pretty sure.

“Stay behind me.” Steve told you, swinging the bat around in a brief circle.

Nodding, you took a step back, holding your gun up and aiming towards the door as the screeching from the creatures outside got louder.

You heard another one come from the other side of the house, and in a split second, you all turned to it, still holding your weapons. You couldn’t hear anything now except for your own heartbeat and drowned out thoughts.

You all turned back to the front of the house again, you did it because you were following their every move, but something kept you from being completely alert, like you weren’t completely in danger. Like you were somehow safe. “Don’t be scared.” It was Anne’s voice in your head.

You took her word, and felt your ears toon back into what was being heard by everyone else from outside. Those things screeching, but what also sounded like crashing. As if they were being thrown into things. And one completely stopped. Before the window shattered, and it seemed to be thrown in.

Grabbing onto Steve’s arm, but ending up with a firm grip on his shirt, you aimed the gun over his shoulder, looking at the creature that was laying on the hardwood, limb and unmoving. You knew that everyone was on edge, and scared, but just by looking at it, you knew it was dead.

“Holy shit.” Dustin mumbled.

“Is it dead?” Hopper pushed it’s head back with his foot, and nothing happened but the creaking of the front door, which had everyone turning back to the front.

You lowered your gun when the bolt turned, even though everyone else who had weapons, brought them back up. The door’s chain latch was undone as well, and slowly it opened, and in came a very familiar face, in very unfamiliar clothing and makeup.

“Jesus christ, El.” You murmured to yourself.

You watched with a small smile on your face as Mike and Eleven hugged each other, after almost a year of being apart, after a year of Mike thinking she was dead.

“Is that the girl-”

“Yeah,” You interrupted Steve, in a hushed whisper. Turning the safety back on of the pistol and putting it back, looking down at the crayon drawings under your feet.

You were happy, and a little envious. But you knew that they hadn’t made their peace with being apart. You’d made yours with being apart from your family.

“That you were okay?” Looking back up to the scene in front of you, you saw Hopper take a step forward.

“Because we wouldn’t let her.” Hopper gave you a quick glance, before turning back to Mike who turned to him at that point. It was true that you were partly responsible for telling he she shouldn’t contact Mike at any point.

“El, where have you been?” You questioned, walking over, not caring if any one of the kids were mad at you. You only really socialized with them when you took Will to the arcade or one of these events happened.

She allowed you to embrace her for a split second before she looked at Hopper. “Where has he been?” Her voice was laced with venom, but the only thing you could really think was that her hair smelled of heavy duty hair gel. The kind girls used in ROTC.

But she still allowed Hopper to pull her out your arms and into his.

“You two have been hiding her.” Mike sounded angry, and because you weren’t the one facing away he came over and shoved you.

“What the fuck, Mike? Wanna fucking go?” Before you could approach the 13 year old, Steve had come over, and Hopper’s attention was taken away from El. Steve was facing you and had an arm against your torso, hand on your side, keeping you from getting closer to Mike.

“Y/n, you’re not going to fight-”

“I will throw fucking hands, Steven, I will beat this scrawny little asshole to a fucking pulp!” You were exhausted, and already agitated and overthinking about everything, and Mike shoving you? Everything felt like coming to a breaking point.

Hopper grabbed Mike, and took him away, while Steve took you further from the two, closer to the door than anything else. “Stop picking fights with people.” He told you, his hand still on your side, thumb against your ribcage from over the t-shirt you’d worn.

“What?”

He gave a look, eyebrows raised and head tilted. “You’ve gotten into fights with a few teachers, me, one other student last year, Kieth earlier this week, and now you’re trying to fight a kid-”

“Who told you about my fights with Mrs. Jensen and Mr. Larn?”

The look only got worse. “Stop trying to pick fights.” He said again, still fully knowing that he deserved the punch the year before, and the tiny little scar on the side of his nostril from it. “I get we’re all a little on edge, You’re tired, I can tell. Just… don’t fight literal children.”

“They’re only two years younger than me, Steve.”

“Dude-”

“Okay!” You said in a defensive tone, finally relenting.

You looked behind Steve, and saw how Eleven and the two other boys reunited as well. But quickly your gaze shifted to Jonathan and Nancy who were staring at both of you. But not at either one of you in particular. Which was when you realize that while this position with STeve didn’t feel unusual, or weird, or anything other than friendly to you, it wasn’t to others.

He still had his hand on your side, which is also when you noticed that while over your shirt, as it should be, it was under the jacket he’d lent to you. And you had a hand on his arm, more specifically right under his elbow.

In a split second it became very overwhelming and very obvious to you how close he was, just like when you were in the apartment. And even though the smell of detergent on his clothes was still faint, it was mostly gone. Instead he smelled like deodorant and dirt.

Maybe Jonathan was onto something.

“What’s wrong?”

You were snapped out of your thoughts, and your eyes focused on Steve’s face. His brows were furrowed and the question hung shallowly in the air around you.

“Nothing.” You lied.

Jonathan was onto something. And it terrified you.

• • •

It was bittersweet in a sense. Knowing how this would turn out. Knowing that everyone in the long run would be fine, but also knowing everyone would be traumatized, even just a little.

You could barely cope with what happened over a year ago when you were in the Upside Down, and you couldn’t even remember most of it. Just bits and pieces. Feelings.

“Y/n.”

Looking at Eleven you watched as she took a step away from Mike, and toward you, reaching into her jacket and pulling a small box out, handing it to you.

“What is this?” You asked, hearing Jonathan and Nancy get into the car, while Hopper opened the driver’s door to his own car.

“Someone told me to give it to you.” It didn’t clear anything up, even as she walked away to Hopper’s car getting into the passenger side.

The box looked like a ring box you’d see in jewelry stores, but it was far lighter. And you could hear a rattling of the expensive cardboard.

The two vehicles drove off. Leaving you and Steve with the kids. All except for Will and Eleven.

You put the box in the jacket pocket, not wanting to open it right then and there. “We should head back in.” You reached out to Mike, grabbing his shoulder, and to your surprise, he stepped back into your arm, letting you rest it on his shoulders.

Even though you’d threatened to beat him into a pulp.

And while you didn’t quite know how, with in ten minutes of getting back into the house, you were advocating for interdimensional arson.

“Y/n,” Mike tried, while you stood next to Steve, hands on your hips and eyes trains on the point where the tunnels all met. “What do you think?”

“Y/n, we promised to keep them safe-”

“I’ve always wanted to set something on fire.” You shrugged. “Besides this thing?” Turning to Steve you pointed at the meeting point. “Kinda deserves it!”

“What?”

“She was in the Upside Down.” Dustin clarified. Your eyes snapped over to Dustin. You hadn’t shared that with Steve for very specific reasons

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, why do you think I was always being picked up by the chief from school, dude? We were going to the lab with Mrs. Byers and Will.”

“You never mentioned it before-”

“It was never brought up before. I’m all for setting this bitch on fire.” You quickly defended.

“No! We’re not doing this! We’re waiting for the starting team to do their job-”

“This isn’t a stupid sports game-” Mike interrupted.

“We’re not doing this! Does everybody understand that?”

No one could answer before the sound of an engine revving and coming towards the house was heard. Max left the hall, going towards to window and looking through it, with Lucas going right up next to her. “It’s my brother.” The way she said it made you feel cold. Like he wasn’t a good person. “He can’t know I’m here. He’ll kill me. He’ll kill us.”

“Steve. . .”

“I’ll handle it, you guys stay here.” He told you, heading for the door. He was out of the house within seconds, but something about the situation made you feel wrong. You’d never even heard your aunt Maxine ever talk about a brother.

“Guys, get away from the window.” You told the group of kids, who had gathered after Steve left. But the second you said that, the kids all jumped away.

“Shit! Did he see us?”

“Guys! Get over here!” You told them, gesturing towards yourself. They all came over like ducklings and stood behind you, which only made you more nervous, especially from how Max stood right behind you, almost as if you were a great hiding spot.

The door slammed open, and an older boy walked through, his hair permed and cut into a mullet. He looked like the kind of person who would have made fun of you in school. His red button down almost all the way undone and tucked into his jeans.

“Well, well, well.” Behind him, you could barely see Steve on the ground, clutching his stomach before the door was slammed shut.

You understood why Max was so afraid the moment you laid eyes on him. He smelled like beer, cologne, and cigarettes.

Lucas got behind you as well, and almost instinctively you had an arm to the side covering him.

“Lucas Sinclair. What a surprise.” He took long yet slow strides toward you, not giving you much space, and towering over you. He looked over your shoulder. “I thought I told you to stay away from him, Max.”

It wasn’t hard to put together that this was the new guy every girl at school was swooning over. And you couldn’t understand why. He was terrifying.

“Back off, prick.” You told him.

It seemed as if he only registered your presence then. He eyed you for a second before turning his attention back to his sister. “You disobeyed me. And you know what happens when you disobey me.”

“Billy. . .” Max’s voice was afraid and cautious.

“I break things.”

You didn’t have time to process anything before Billy shoved you away and grabbed Lucas by the collar of his jacket. Shoving him into the kitchen and slamming his body against a shelf.

Max, Mike, and Dustin all started yelling and you moved after them in a heartbeat. Trying to grab onto Billy’s arm to get him to let go of Lucas.

“Get off of me!” Lucas shouted.

“Since Maxine won’t listen to me, maybe you will-”

You tried to pull him off, but he shoved you into the kitchen table, your hip slamming up against it, and surprisingly the table was far heavier than you imagined, and far more sturdier as well, because you landed against it harshly, and the pain shot through your hip.

“Stay away from her. Stay away from her! You hear me?” It wasn’t hard to tell that Billy’s motive wasn’t to protect Max. You’d seen protective siblings, you’d been one for Daniel, this was racially motivated. And from how he’d completely ignored Mike and Dustin gave it away.

“I said get off of me!” Lucas brought his knee up and against Billy’s groin, stunning Billy and making him let go of him. Billy took a few steps back before looking back up at Lucas. “You’re so dead, Sinclair! You’re dead!”

You saw the familiar figure coming in from the living room and you grabbed Lucas’ arm, pulling him towards you.

Steve grabbed Billy by the shoulder while you took Lucas over to his friends, with you once again acting as a shield in case Billy got the upper hand and tried to get any of them again.

You could hear the punch before you even turned around, but when you did, you saw how amused Billy was and when he started laughing was when you were confused. He looked insane.

“Looks like you got some fire in you after all, huh? I’ve been waiting to meet this King Steve everybody’s been telling me so much about.” He had a drop of blood on his upperlip from his nose as he spoke.

And Steve wasn’t into the games he wanted to play. “Get out.”

Billy swung and Steve dodged. “Steve!”

“Kick his ass, Steve!” Dustin encouraged.

“Get him!”

Both Mike and Dustin were acting as hype men while Steve got Billy further into your grandmother’s kitchen, eventually with Billy landing against the sink,

“Steve!” Was all you could get out when the plate shattered over his head, the shards of ceramic on the floor

Steve was trying to find his balance, backing up and needing a moment, You back the kids against a wall as Billy continued to follow him.

Billy grabbed him by the shirt. “No one tells me what to do!” You’d never actually seen someone head butt someone else in a fight, this was a first. And Steve was now on the ground by the couch, with Billy still going after him. Just by how enraged Billy was and how out of it your best friend was, you knew Billy wouldn’t stop until he was dead.

“Stop it!” You yelled, going over to the two teenage boys, trying to grab Billy and get him off of Steve, but to no avail. All he did was push you off of him again.

You were on the ground now as well, but against the a wall, you could see the blood coming from both Steve’s mouth and nose. Small cuts around his face from where the plate shattered and cut him.

You jumped a little when Max stabbed her brother in the neck. But when she stepped back, you could see the syringe sticking out.

That was enough to stop him, and have him off of Steve, and the second he was on his feet and facing her, you made your move over to Steve.

It was all becoming very real within a matter of seconds. His eyes were closed and he was completely limb on the ground.

“Steve.” You mumbled to him, grabbing his cheeks and making him look at you. At least his body wasn’t stiff.

Tears were welling up in your eyes as you looked down at him. Sure, you’d seen him with blood on his face before, but it was never this bad. The last time he deserved it.for being an asshole. All he’d done this time was try to protect everyone. He was always doing that, wasn’t he?

“Steve, Steven- wake up.” Your voice cracked, and you didn’t even flinch when Billy collapsed only a few feet away.

But you did flinch at the sound of metal digging into the hardwood. Looking over you saw Max with the nail bat, between Billy’s legs. “Say you understand! Say it! Say it!” She screamed at him.

He mumbled it under his breath. “What?” Maxine demanded.

“I understand.”

• • •

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ashley-ghuleh · 3 years

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Chapter 1: A Friend

(Little note, this is waaaay longer then I thought it would be. But I’m pretty happy with it, here’s to just writing to have fun~<3)

In which a Phoenix befriends a Crow. And the roaring Fire is to meet the Icy Sea.

High school for the rich, some think it would be nicer than a middle class school. Nice kids from prestigious families with good standing reputations. Those people are wrong, rich schools are just as bad if not worse than those of anything lower than them.

Rude kids who were living either spoiled lives with parents who gave them everything they’ve ever wanted.

Or kids coming from homes where they feel smothered by the ‘charitable acts’ their family was known for, or how controlling their parents could be.

And then the kids who didn’t have it so rough who rebelled no matter, just wanting to cause trouble for fun, showing up for school properly dressed and disheveling themselves once in the building without a care if a teacher scolded them, though most teachers have given up on this type of student and their stubborness.

But not all students who acted or dressed this way came from a household that was normal or standard for a rich family. Some who did this came from a place like, The Kohle family.

When it came to higher power in a society of nothing but fake suits and dresses.

The Kohle’

A house made of a mother and father like most were, Elizabeth Grace Kohle Heiress to the original bloodline of Kohle, and James Kohle, formally James McKnight though when he married into the family he had taken the Kohle name in place for his given name as to gain further power from the title. This family on the outside looks picture perfect. Seven kids, six boys and one girl, blessed with many children to continue on the family name. Two loving parents to care for the kids and bring their family to greatness. But under the picture of a ‘perfect’ family portrait lies the full unedited truth. Seven kids, six boys and one girl, six prodigal children and one black sheep. It wasn’t easy being the disappointment, but it was a dirty job and somebody had to do it, and that somebody was Marcus Kohle, born fourth before the twins, his father’s only hated child and his mother’s favorite.

Being babied and spoiled by his mother and disregarded or shunned by his father and other siblings his father has turned against him, happened to be what shaped this tiny rebel.

Marcus looked like any normal teenager going into school, but these students wouldn’t know this was his fifth transfer for fighting and being an all around troublemaker.

He walked through the halls remembering the short tour, his school uniform tidy and neat, his hair nicely styled as his mother had done for him before he left that morning, everything in its place.

Until he stepped through the doors, heading right to the locker rooms. Changing into black beat up combat boots and then ruffling up his hair so it hung perfectly a mess, while undoing the buttons on his uniform dress shirt and loosening his tie to hang lazily around his neck. Walking out he strolled with his bag to his locker ready to cause some chaos.

Those feeling suffocated by the bosom of their parent’s cloaked public affection were like Ashley Carter.

The Carter’

This home was built on a steady arranged marriage of two high school sweethearts, David Carter and Adela Guilani now Adela Guilani-Carter. She kept her maiden name so if things got ugly she could easily drop the hyphenated last name of her husband. Two ‘loving’ parents of course, who were blessed with a single gifted daughter.

Being born with birth defects that stunned the two parents had been such a reputation concern, that they announced the birth of their daughter without showing her face. The doctor had said Ocular Albinism didn’t run in the family lineage as far as they could find, it just happened to be a rare occurrence.

Rare she was, Ashley Carter was an oddity in a world of normalcy that her parents tried to force upon her. Once she had hit 14 she didn’t care much anymore.

She was the family disappointment, a disgrace to the family name and she would never be what her parents wanted for an heir or a child.

This torn family dynamic wasn’t lost on most other families, some of them were sympathetic, giving the pale eyed girl a safe place to decompress and feel as though nothing or no one could do anything to her, they couldn’t touch her in these safe havens.

Walking into school, she was in her school uniform of course. Hair tied up in high ponytail and her uniform skirt pulled up some to show off her knees as well as her top two blouse buttons undone and her cherry red converse squeaked softly as she trudged to her locker, another day of torture was all she could think.

But she didn’t know that she was about to make the friend that would fight for her till the end.

Some of her friends met up with her to walk to the lockers, chatting softly as she would adjust her sunglasses, the indoor/outdoor lenses for these ones taking a little longer than usual to switch over.

Ashley looked the same as she did the year prior, but with this new year and being a year older, she had changed her looks a bit, having decided she was done hiding she no longer wore her colored contacts to hide her eyes and the most outrageous part of her new look was her new hair color.

Kids from other classes and her own watched her walk by, chest length hair that was now a bold fiery red, Ashley was tired of hiding, wanting to be seen for the girl she could and would be. This new color caused her ‘poor’ mother to faint and her father to demand her to “Wash it out! Now!” Only for the recently rebellious teen to reply with, “ It’s permanent. And no~”

The colors resembled the many hidden within a burning flame, reds, oranges and even some soft pinks, yellowy oranges, all laid out with the best strategies to make her unnatural hair color look.. Well natural. It made her skin seem paler but brought out the color of her freckles, her eyes though always milky crystal seemed to be brighter in a sense.

Closing in on their destination, Ashley and her friends slowed to see a new student being cornered by the lockers, the red haired girl’s happened to be the one this boy’s back was pressed to. “ Hey! I said to say something funny, you're the new foreign kid right? I bet you got a fucking hilarious voice and accent! Go on skinny, say something!” This teasing voice, that was oh so grating on Ashley’s ears made her groan, it belonged to a boy she hasn’t been able to stand since they met at the age of 10, “ Tommy. Fucking. Wilson.” She grumbled now standing before said boy, a born jock through and through. It was like in the dna for that family or something. He would’ve been handsome if he didn’t act so ugly.

“Ashley Carter~ Finally ready to submit to me and become my girlfriend.” The new student against the locker, snorted with a sharp inhale before snickering. “ She’s way out of your league.” His voice was soft, masculine for a 14 year old boy and oddly feminine in an angelic satisfying way.

The two girls that had been walking with Ashley giggled at the remark and not so much the strange European accent he had and tried to fight around.

Tommy and his two friends looked confused and then shrugged it off. “ I changed my mind, totally thought that you would sound funny but you don’t and honestly..” He narrowed his eyes at the new boy. “ The sound of your voice makes me wanna punch you.” He brought his fist up and Ashley stepped in, smacking Tommy on the back of the head, while he reacted she spoke, glaring down at him. “ If you lay a finger on him, I’ll remind you of what I did when you messed with Cecilia’s lunch and fed her meat. Knowing full well she went vegetarian.” The young jock’s eyes widened at the idea and he straightened himself out and dusted his shirt off. “ Well.. I guess-” “ You're just going to let a girl scare you?” Came the squeaky voice of another boy in Tommy’s little friend group.

Ashley stepped forward putting more heat into her gaze while taking her sunglasses off to show fully the anger in her murky eyes. “ Test your luck punk.” She hissed before the small gaggle of boys and Tommy became legitimately scared and ran off down the hall pushing passed students as they went.

The new boy stood up and sighed, running his hand through his messy hair, “ They didn’t hurt you did they?” Came a sweet soft voice belonging to a beautiful girl only describable as looking like a picture of a blond bombshell girl, the little accessories she wore and her vintage looking makeup were perfect replicas of most early war propaganda posters from the 50s. “ I’m fine thanks..” He said softly trying to not talk too loud, any louder than he was his accent would slip.

“I’m Cecilia, you can call me Cici~” She held out her hand, cocking a brow. He took it and shook it weirdly, clearly uncomfortable.

A tall raven haired girl on Ashley’s other side grinned and gave a tiny two finger wave. “ I’m Lilith. Call me Lili or Li'l.” He nodded at her before looking at Ashley whole nodded at him. “ I’m Ashley. Also the girl who just saved your little tush. What’s your name, new kid?” She asked while getting into her locker and arranging her things and grabbing what she’d need for her class.

He grumbled something under his breath and then sighed through his nose. “ Marcus.. Kohle..” Cecilia jumped and gasped. “ Holy shit! Like the Kohle family from Germany that owns and operates a huge oil rig branch?!?” Groaning the new kid, Marcus, nodded and rubbed his forehead.

“Don’t remind me please.” He sighed, Lilith and Ashley both nudged Cici who shrugged and flailed a bit, “ S-sorry sugar.. Didn’t mean to upset you. So! You guys just moved here right? You're gonna need some friends!” She giggled, smiling brightly. Ashley nodded, “ Yea, and it might as well be us if you're gonna survive in this jungle. Especially if you want to avoid conflict with Tommy.” Marcus grinned and laughed coldly. “ I was doing my best.. Not to hit him.” Lilith nodded.

“Steer clear of him if you can kid, he packs a punch..” Ashley snorted and shut her locker, “ When he can land one. My depth perception is clinically off by birth and can aim a hit better. Tommy couldn’t hit the broad side of a cow with a banjo.” She quipped while looking down slightly at Marcus. “ What class do you have first?” The german boy looked at his curriculum list. “ English li-....” He frowned at the word he was obviously having a hard time with. Cecilia peeked over his shoulder and saw it, “ English literature.. Not to be rude, hun, but I’m guessing your English reading is..” She raised a worried brow and Marcus frowned deeper and flapped his hand back and forth, the three girls looked at each other and nodded. “ It's okay, we’re all in that class with you, so we’ll help you. We’re friends now! So we’re gonna do what friends do best and help each other~” Cecilia giggled, her giggles were infectious and Marcus smiled softly, Ashley looked down at him taking him in for a moment, small and thin as a whip. His hair was messy and was a rich, dark black, it was so dark it had a soft tint of an iridescent shine like crow feathers. His face was sharp, feminine. His skin was almost sickly pale, but his eyes were what stood out to her.

Deep, blue oceanic eyes. They looked tired, obvious by the deep set circles under them, but she found herself feeling like she was falling into a dark blue void, swirling through an angry whirlpool in the temperamental sea. Even with how emotionally exhausted he looked, his eyes held this intense energy to them.

Ripped from her thoughts by her friends, she looked to see if they noticed she had spaced out, Marcus didn’t notice, neither did the girls, Lilith was running her fingers through Marcus’ messy tresses. “ Your hair is so cool.. It reminds me of a crow~” She grinned, the foreign boy nodded his thanks softly. “Oh! Oh! Our little friend group is complete! We’ve got the sassy Italian’s,” She giggled, waving at herself and Lilith, “ I’m Italian too..” Ashley pouted, “ Yes, but now we also have.” She sang that ‘a’ to draw it out while shoving Marcus and Ashley shoulder to shoulder, “ The phoenix and the crow~” The blond bubbled and grinned brightly.

The two looked at each other and then shrugged, “ Works for me. Just don’t be calling me that around others.” He grumbled though wasn’t actually grumpy about it, Ashley nodded, “ I mean I like it but it's a little… Stage name-y? How about something more subtle for general use?”

Marcus looked up at her and immediately spoke before anyone else could. “ Ash.” He stated plainly. “ Phoenix's rise from ashes, reborn into the world. Becoming greater with every rebirth.” He said with a bored tone almost like it was so obvious before adding on, “ Plus it's her name but shortened.. I am foreign but not dumb.”

The girls all laughed and smiled at the boy’s antics, he was going to be a lot of fun to get to know and hang out with. Already each girl held special places in their hearts for this precious kid and wouldn’t let anything happen to him.

“Well gang.. We better get to class before Professor Davidson comes searching for us.” Groaning at the idea they made sure they all had everything including Marcus and went onto class.

Walking down the hallway were four new best friends, and two who would stand up for the other no matter the scenario. Beautiful bonds were made between the Phoenix, and the Crow.

But the two thought, how would the intense Fire handle meeting the Freezing Sea, that’s been raging for centuries?

That’s something they’ll find out together. As they would do so, with many things to come.

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leolupus · 4 years

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Hogwarts Express

Journey to Hogwarts where Harry makes friends and enemies along the way; but who should be feared?

For the next month until Harry has to leave for school, both him and Eda have been studying to learn more about the human realm’s magic (heck, even practicing some as well) and it’s history. Harry even compared them with the demon realm’s magic into catagories. Like, Lumos is the equivalent to the light spell. Potions was the same as well and he can’t wait to give that class a chance. From what Eda told him, she was in the potion track during her school years at Hexside.

Speaking of Hexside, Eda took a trip down memory lane and told Harry all the chaos she accomplished during her time at Hexside. Harry, being interested, thought about making a name for himself by being Hogwarts’s greatest trouble maker.

The day has finally come as Harry stares at the train he’s supposed to board soon. After a nice mother of 5 children help him and Eda on how to get to Platform 9 3/4, he can’t help but have doubts about getting on the train.

Eda, jokingly says: “Last chance to back out, and earn a new patch *holds out a badge that says ‘Quitter Badge*. It’s like trying, but easier.”

Harry laughs at his mother’s joke before saying: “Thanks, but I’m fully committed to this... just a bit scared. I mean, I’ve been to school before, but I was always seen as a weirdo because of Dudley and-”

Eda cuts off Harry before he starts rambling like he does when he’s nervous: “Harry, let me give you some advice. When you walk into class, punch the first classmate you see.”

Instead of responding back, Harry gave Eda a hug, who was surprised; but returned the gesture as well. King, who been hiding in the backpack Eda was carrying, jumped out and join in on the hug as well. It’ll be a lie to say that the misfit family are not crying. Harry already said goodbye to Hooty and Owlbert, but it still hurts that he’ll be leaving them until Christmas break starts.

Eda told him to take care of himself, make some friends, and be sure to cause chaos at the school like she did back in Hexside. To say the least, Harry will do so and write to the family as much as he can.

Harry, after they break from the hug: “I’m going to go find a compartment before they are taken.”

King, who’s not ready to say goodbye: “Nooo, don’t leave us!”

Eda has to be the strong one of the two and hold onto King to prevent him for going after Harry, who was on his way to find a compartment. As much as it hurts to see her owlet Harry leave, she promised to respect his decision.

Harry found a compartment at the near end of the train that he place Hedwig in and before he can cast a levitating spell for his chest, the twins from the family that helped him and his family get onto the platform.

First Twin: “Need a hand?”

Harry, smiles: “Thanks, but I got it”

The twins watch in aware as he wordlessly cast the charm and levitated his chest into the compartment.

Second twin: “Blimey.”

First Twin: “How... aren’t you in first year.”

Both: “Who are you?”

Harry gave a quick bow as he says: “The name’s Harry; and yes, this is my first year here at Hogwarts.”

Harry then asks for the twins names, who introduced themselves as Fred and George Weasley. The two noticed the scar on Harry’s forehead and asked if he’s The Harry Potter. Harry confirms this as he went to cover the scar with his bangs, but corrected the two that he’ll like to go by his adopted family’s name: Clawthorne.

Harry: “I don’t want people to treat me as Harry Potter. I’m planning to make a name for myself as Harry Clawthorne, the Master of Mischief at Hogwarts.”

The twins grinned at that and said that as fellow mischief makers, if he ever needs assistance in causing chaos to come find them. Harry accepts the offer and says he can’t wait to cause trouble like no other with them. Harry look out at the window to see Eda and King looking for him. Just as the train started, they saw him and immediately starts waving good bye to him. Harry smiles and waved at them as well.

Not too long after, the youngest boy of the family asked if he could join him because most of the compartments are full. Harry agreed and he introduced himself as Rob Weasley and Harry introduce himself, causing Ron to act surprised

Ron: “Harry Clawthorne? You wouldn’t happen to be the one my brothers were talking about, a first year who could perform wandless magic.

Harry smiles: “I see word travel fast.”

The two continue to have a conversation about their families, stopping when a boy asked if they seen his toad. Harry encourages the boy that his toad will show up eventually. Ron then talked about his rat, Scabbers, and mentions about a spell his brothers taught him that could turn his rat yellow.

Before he can perform it, a girl stopped by to ask if they have seen the boy from earlier toad. She then noticed that Ron was about to perform magic and asked if she can watch. The ‘spell’ that Ron’s brother ‘taught’ him didn’t work and the girl asked if that was a real spell.

Harry, with confidence: “Oh, there’s a spell that can change ones color. May I?”

Ron hands over Scabbers to him and the two watch as Harry hold Scabbers in one hand and draws a circle above Scabbers, changing him to become yellow. Harry proudly showed them the now yellow Scabbers as the two stared, baffled at his performance.

The girl: “I’ve- I’ve never seen nor read about this type of magic. Could you tell me how you did it?”

Harry, as he hands Scabbers to Ron: “Only if you introduce yourself to us.”

The girl’s name is Hermonie Granger, who was helping Neville Longbottom find his toad. Harry told the two how he comes from another place that can perform magic unlike any other and that he came to learn Hogwarts style of magic. Hermonie left soon after to continue helping Neville find his toad, saying that she can’t wait to start classes with them.

The boys’ conversation soon turns into sports, Harry telling Ron about Grugby and Ron telling Harry about Quidditch, both exchanging similarities and differences between the two. Before long, they were talking about Hogwarts houses where Harry told Ron that he won’t be joining either of them.

Ron: “What? But- that’s unheard of! Every student must be in a house.”

Harry: “Well, you’re looking at the first wizard to attend Hogwarts without one.”

Before anything else could be said, they were interrupted once more by the door to their compartment opened. This time accompanied by three boys, one of who Harry met when getting his robes fitted.

The boy scan the room and set his eyes on Harry, saying: “Is it true? They’re saying throughout the train that a first year in this compartment can perform wandless magic?”

Harry gets the feeling that he’s not going to like this kid at all: “And if so?”

The boy introduced himself as Draco Malfoy, and his colleagues as Crabble and Goyle. When Ron brought attention to himself, Draco starts insulting him and told Harry how he shouldn’t be meddling with the wrong people. Yep, Harry knew he’s going to hate this kid.

Harry stands up from where he was sitting and said: “Thanks for the offer, but I know the wrong kind when I see them.”

If Draco was offended, he didn’t show it; but did told Harry to be careful with the people he hang out with, even insulting Ron’s family and Hagrid. Ron went to stand up, but Harry motions him to stay seated.

Harry, threateningly said: “Insult my friends one more time.”

Draco: “Or what? Going to fight us now?”

Harry, conjures his staff and gave Draco the coldest glare: “If that what it takes.”

Draco didn’t show it, but he along with his colleagues felt threatened when Harry effortlessly made his staff appeared. The staff has a palisman in a shape of a owl on top of it, just like Eda’s palisman. The three left after that, preferring to not mess with Harry anymore.

Once Harry was sure they wouldn’t return, he leaned his staff against the wall, sit back down and sighs. Ron congratulates him on his performance, even thanking him for defending them.

Harry told Ron that nobody threatens his friends as he unhooked the owl from his staff. The owl that was once wooden became alive and hooted at Harry, resting in his shoulder as Harry pets him.

Harry introduces his palisman, Owlstein, to Ron. Ron was shocked to see Owlstein and asked Harry about him. Harry told Ron about Owlstein, how he created his palisman, and that he’ll (Harry) will hurt anyone who dares harm his palisman.

Before long, Harry asked Ron if he would like to play a game, saying that he (Harry) and Owlstein will show him how. Ron, curious, asks him what it was.

Harry, making cards appear out of nowhere: “How would you like to learn a game called Hexes Hold’em?”

The Hermione stopped by the compartment once more to a interesting sight. Harry playing a magic card game with an owl she didn’t see before and Ron listening to Harry explains the game to him.

Harry: “Oh, hey Hermione! I was just about to beat Owlstein in a game of Hexes Hold ‘em.”

Owestien: “Hoot!”

Harry: “Right, Hermione, Owlstien, Owlstein, Hermonie”

Hedwig: “Hoot!”

Harry: “and Hedwig! Sorry girl, didn’t mean to make you feel neglected.”

Harry explain to Ron as the cards fought against each other, Owlstein’s cards seems to be winning.

Harry: “Listen Ron, when it looks like the deck is stacked against you, that’s when you bring out the Wild Card.”

Harry pulls out said card from his deck and Owlstein’s set of cards that were fighting bursts into flames to form the words “Winner: Harry” before disappearing.

Harry: “Ha! In your adorable face!”

Owlstein hoots and flaps his wings in anger as he glares at Harry while Ron and Hermione watched, the boy awe while the girl was horrified about what happened to the cards. Harry then asked Hermione what she came by for, which reminded her. She wanted to let them know that they were approaching Hogwarts soon and to change into robes.

Hermione: “Also, did a fight happened? I heard that there was almost one here.”

Harry and Ron looked at each other before saying: “Nope, no fights happening here.”

Hermione look at the two suspiciously before saying “Okay” and leaves. Harry picks up the cards as Owlstein lands on the staff and Harry place him back into his wood state before he and Ron prepare for Hogwarts.

Author’s Note: I’m thinking about doing little headcanons (like I’m doing now) of what I think would probably changed for each school year. Like since Harry was raised by rebellious Eda for three years, he would probably willingly be a trouble maker like owl mom.

Or expect little dabbles or snippets of random scenes every now and then (in no specific order, but I will mention what year it takes place)

Harry Clawthorne: One, Two, Three, Four

Tag list: @loyelhasrandomideas, @annarooma, @how-merciful-of-you, @enbyintegrity

SPECIAL NOTE: Feel free to request a scene idea or question for this Au! Please do so, I’ll love to hear/write them.

#harry potter #eda clawthorne #harry clawthorne #the owl house #eda adopts harry #harry potter au #harry adopted au #king the king of demons #fred and goerge weasley #hermonie granger #ron weasley

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ssidesblog · 4 years

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frame the halves and call them brothers

remus centric, 2,935 wc, ao3

remus meets janus, who proceeds to psychoanalyze him (and virgil is exhausted)

Remus did not wake up early. Or rather, he didn’t like waking up early, not usually. But that morning, Remus woke up with an excited buzz despite the fact he was awake before 8am on a Saturday. He rushed to get dressed, slipping on a flannel that was two sizes too big and had rips in the wrong places, a pair of black pants (the ones Patton loved to describe as his church pants since they were so ‘holey’), and his pair of blue ladder laced Doc Martens. Looking at himself in the mirror he couldn’t help but grin. Contrary to popular belief, Remus took a great deal of pride in his appearance, and to him, looking like the definition of the word ‘punk’ made him very content and happy.

His mom sat at the kitchen table, already in her uniform for one of her jobs. Remus walked over to her and bent down to plant a kiss on her cheek.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” She greeted him.

“Morning.” He replied with a smile that showed off his chipped tooth.

“You’re extra excitable this morning.” She commented and stood from her seat.

“What can I say, I love facing the consequences of my actions.” Remus said, opening a granola bar and following his mom to the front door. She rolled her eyes with a chuckle and grabbed her keys from the hook by the door. The ride to the school was quiet. Remus knew she was still pissed at him, even more so at Virgil and was not excited for him to be around the kid who beat him up. They pulled up to the school and just as Remus opened the door to leave she spoke.

“Please behave yourself, mijo.” She sounded exhausted and looked the part as well. Remus’s stomach knotted when he realized just how tired her whole existence was. He nodded, not trusting himself to talk, and left the car. He watched her pull away with a sort of sadness. He quickly shook away whatever he was feeling and entered the high school. He walked into the gym where Mr. Young was waiting along with a few other students. Remus noted he didn’t see Virgil, meaning he was early to something for once. He sat down on the bleachers and shortly after Virgil walked in with someone Remus vaguely recognized from a few of his classes. The two walked over to Remus.

“I just don’t understand how you can be stupid enough to also get detention.” Virgil said to the kid next to him.

“I don’t think it’s fair,” The other person spoke, “Writing on the bathroom stalls shouldn’t result in this kind of punishment.”

“You wrote ‘fuck 12’, Janus, what the hell did you think would happen?” Virgil asked incredulously.

“Well I didn’t think I would get caught.” The kid, Janus, replied in a grumble.

“You making fun of me for being a wannabe punk when your boyfriend acts like that is kinda fucked up, Hot Topic.” Remus said, inserting himself into the conversation. Virgil gagged while the other kid made a face of pure disgust.

“Never say that ever again, we’re brothers.” Virgil said.

“Oh, fuck, sorry I couldn’t really tell,” Remus said looking from one to the other, “I’m guessing you’re step brothers or something?”

“Actually, we’re twins, I just happened to get all the melanin,” Janus stated and then gestured to the left side of his face where splotches of pale skin stood in a contrast to the rest of his dark complexion, “Virge did have some kind of influence though.”

Remus nodded in understanding and Virgil looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

“Please tell me you don’t actually believe that.” Virgil spoke in a desperate tone. Remus laughed a little too hard.

“I know I’m dumb but I’m not stupid.” Remus said. Virgil put his head in his hands and mumbled something Remus interpreted as ‘I want to go home’. He lifted his head and looked from Janus to Remus. He leaned closer to Remus and lowered his voice.

“My brother kinda hates you for punching me.”

“It’s ok,” Remus spoke in a similar hushed tone, “My brother hates me for punching you, too.” Virgil raised his eyebrow but didn’t question any further, to which Remus was thankful. Roman wasn’t a fun topic to talk about unless Remus was making fun of him and right now, even thinking about him was making him upset.

“Ok, kids,” Mr. Young addressed the less than 10 people in the room, “Each of you will be cleaning up the campus. We have proctors all around campus so don’t do anything that will get you into even more trouble. Come grab a trash bag and gloves and hop to it.” He gestured to the pile of garbage bags and boxes of gloves. Each of the kids shuffled over and grabbed their supplies.

Once they were outside, Remus, Virgil, and Janus stuck together and picked up the same area in relative silence. Remus bent down to pick up a half eaten sandwich when he noticed Janus’s shoes; blue ladder laced Doc Martens. He grinned and fully stood up.

“You killed a cop, too?” Remus practically shouted the question and gained the attention of the two boys, along with a few bewildered looks from surrounding students.

“Excuse me?!” Virgil asked, his voice going up an octave or two. Janus looked down at Remus’s boots and then his own, a knowing look on his face.

“Seeing as how this little shit,” Janus nodded in the direction of Virgil, “Beat the fuck out of you, I seriously doubt you killed a cop.” Remus barked out a laugh.

“Half-pint has some moves you wouldn’t believe.” Remus pointed to his tooth and Janus moved closer to get a better look.

“The little raccoon did that?” He asked with amusement in his voice. Remus nodded.

“He pulled my head back and smashed my face into the ground,” Remus recounted the moment with a sense of nostalgia in his voice, “My mouth just so happened to be open.”

“You don’t sound angry about it.”

“Because I’m not,” The grin in his voice was evident, “I’ve always wanted to get into a fight and now I have a way of remembering it.” Janus gave a small smile and Remus counted that as a win.

“Is your nose ok?” Virgil asked.

“It’s fine, kid, no need to feel guilty.” Remus reassured him. It was feeling a whole lot better than the day before, the bruising made it look a lot worse than it felt.

“I still can’t believe you did that, bub.” Janus spoke with pride as he ruffled Virgil’s hair, “I raised you well.”

“You’re barley even a year older than me shut the fuck up.” Virgil’s voice didn’t actually hold any malice.

“Oh, you’re older than us?” Remus asked, adding, “I could have sworn I’ve seen you in some of my classes.”

“Oh, no me and you are the same age,” Janus said with a shit eating grin on his face, “V here skipped a grade so he’s a little baby.” Janus had turned on his baby voice and squished Virgil’s face.

“Get the fuck away from me.” Virgil said and swatted his hands away.

“Awww, little piss baby.” Remus cooed.

“I hate both of you so much.” Virgil said, giving each of them a pointed look.

“You know you love me.” Janus said and wrapped his arms around his younger brother, swaying a little from side to side. Virgil mumbled something into his shirt that made Janus chuckle. Remus watched them and felt a little part of his chest ache.

“You’re not so bad, Remus.” Janus said, letting go of Virgil.

“I’m all sorts of bad, but I appreciate it.” Remus said.

They finished cleaning with a lot more talking and joking around. Remus felt happy having people to interact with who were brand new to his life. It was like a breath of fresh air. Once they were dismissed, Remus walked to the front of the school with the two brothers.

“Do you wanna go over to the gas station?” Janus asked him.

“I don’t have any money on me.” Remus said, shifting on his feet.

“Don’t worry about it, V can buy you a slushie.” Janus said, already walking in the direction of the nearby 7/11.

“Why do I have to buy it?”

“You’re the one who beat the shit out of him, it’s the least you can do.” Janus said and winked to Remus. He snorted. Janus looked over at him and squinted, searching for something in his face.

“I’m flattered, really, but it’s awfully rude to stare.” Remus said.

“You look familiar.” Janus mumbled. Then his face lit up, “You do theatre, right?” Remus groaned.

“No, that’s my brother.” He couldn’t help the disgust evident in his voice.

“Oh, are you two twins?” He asked.

“Sadly, yes.” Remus responded.

“You don’t seem very fond of him.” Remus bit the inside of his cheek.

“We just have a complicated history.” He said. Virgil and Janus both raised an eyebrow and maybe Janus’s joke about them being twins wasn’t too far off.

“Aren’t twins supposed to be, like, super close and shit?” Virgil asked.

“Virgil.” Janus said his name like a warning.

“No, it’s fine, Roman and I are just,” Remus paused to think of a way to describe their dichotomy, “different. He’s the golden boy and I’m clearly not.” Remus said and gestured to himself.

“Comparison creates a divide and causes nothing but harm.” Janus told him.

“That’s the thing,” Remus was starting to get angry, “I was never the one to start comparing. It was our dad who always favored Roman. Roman who does nothing for himself; he people pleases and has no sense of an actual identity. But because he can follow the rules he’s the good twin.” Remus hit the crosswalk button harder than necessary.

“You seem a lot more interesting.” Virgil said

“Agreed.” Remus gritted through his teeth.

“So then, why are you jealous of him?” Janus asked. Remus turned to him.

“I’m not jealous of him.”

“Yes you are.” He stated

“Janus likes to psychoanalyze everyone.” Virgil informed Remus. The crosswalk flashed the little picture of the man walking and the three boys imitated the motion.

Remus thought about what Janus said as the two boys started a conversation of their own. Was he jealous of Roman? There was no way. Roman was self absorbed and egotistical, but only on surface level. He and Roman may not get along too well but they knew each other like the back of their hand. Remus knew how insecure Roman was, always scared of losing his good image, letting himself hide away parts of himself to look less weird. Remus was happier, Remus was unabashedly himself. So, why was he jealous of Roman?

“You ok, Rem?” Virgil asked, successfully gaining his attention.

“Oh, uh, yeah I’m fine.” Remus responded. Virgil nodded and followed Janus inside the 7/11. Remus walked in after him.

“What flavor do you want?” Virgil asked, grabbing a cup and a lid.

“Mix the blue and the Coke.” Virgil made an audible noise of disgust but complied. He wandered over to the chip aisle and Remus went to the back where Janus looked at the cold drinks.

“You never answered my question.” Janus spoke, not taking his eyes away from the energy drinks in front of him.

“I don’t really have an answer for you, I don’t know why I am. If you asked my therapist it probably has something to do with my dad.”

“That’s what all therapists say.” Janus opened the case and crouched down, picking up two cans of Monster.

“I mean, they aren’t wrong, dads are just like that.” Remus accepted one of the cans.

“I wouldn’t know, I grew up with two moms.”

“That’s why you’re so put together, no trauma of having a father.” Remus said. Janus laughed and Remus decided it was one of the prettiest sounds he’d ever heard.

“Why do you need a Monster if you also have a slushie?” Virgil asked, exasperated.

“Extra energy.” He replied, handing him the drink. Virgil rolled his eyes and went up to the counter.

“I don’t think Roman is as boring as you think.” Janus said.

“You know him?” Remus asked.

“I’ve spoken with him a few times, he’s very active in theatre and so am I.”

“So you knew I wasn’t him?” Remus asked.

“He’s interesting in his own way,” Janus avoided Remus’s question, “I think you need to give him a chance.”

“Easy for you to say, you and Virgil seem like perfect siblings.” Remus knew he sounded bratty but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“When I first met him, I absolutely hated him,” Janus started, “I was 11 and suddenly I had a younger brother. I was in a new home and the only familiar part of my life was my mom and even then she had split her time between me and Virgil. I didn’t want anything to do with him. I thought he was weird and too quiet. Poor kid just had anxiety and me and my mom moving in did nothing to help. I had to give him a chance and once I did, we found we were similar in our own ways, but more importantly, we were different. Now, I can’t imagine a life where he isn’t my brother.” Remus looked at Janus in awe.

“Give Roman a chance, he may be completely different than you but what’s so bad about that?” Janus gave him a smile that on anyone else would look disingenuous but with him it was the most open expression Remus had ever seen on anyone. Remus could only nod.

“Is J getting all philosophical on you?” Virgil joined Remus’s side as Janus went to pay, “I keep telling him not to do that to people. He’s so weird.” There was a smile on his face as he spoke, as if just the mention of his brother made him happy.

“You’re one to talk.” Remus knocked Virgil’s shoulder with his own.

“I know the kid who brought a worm into class, claiming it to be his pet is not lecturing me about being weird right now.” Virgil said and Remus laughed.

“I forgot about that, I miss that little guy.” Virgil rolled his eyes with a certain fondness in his expression. He handed Remus his drinks as Janus joined the two. They walked back to the front of the school to wait for Virgil and Janus’s mom.

“It was nice meeting you, Remus, we should hang out again.” Janus said as a way of goodbye. Virgil waved and off the two boys were. Remus stood up and started his walk to his house. He didn’t live too far away and was at his house in less than 20 minutes. He entered the house and found Roman sitting in the living room, watching something on TV.

“Didn’t detention get out like, an hour and a half ago?” Roman asked and eyed the slushie and can of Monster in his hand, a sort of sadness in his eyes.

“I went to 7/11 with Emo and Janus.” He said and walked over to him.

“You know Janus?” Roman asked in surprise.

“I met him today, those two are actually brothers.” Remus laughed at Roman’s disbelieving expression. “I know, it’s a small world.” He handed Roman the Monster. He took it hesitantly.

“I’m glad you had fun.” He said and opened the drink. They were quiet for a few minutes, Remus joining him on the couch and half paying attention to what Roman had put on the TV (it was Hannah Montana; he only watched that when he needed a distraction).

“Why were you so mad when I got into that fight?” Remus finally asked. Roman chewed on his lip in thought before finally responding, voice soft.

“Because I didn’t want you to get hurt. And I didn’t want you doing something you would regret and beat yourself up about later.” Remus felt a pang in his heart.

“You saying you actually care about me?” Remus meant for it to come out as a joke, but the way his voice cracked and went quieter just made it sound pathetic.

“Of course I care about you, you’re my brother.”

Remus took in a deep breath and sipped from his drink.

“I’m sorry.” He said after a pause.

“Dude, are you ok?” Roman’s voice was filled with worry. Remus managed a breathy laugh.

“Yeah, I am. Thank you for the concern, Ro,” Remus smiled at him, “It means a lot.” Remus kept his voice low so it wouldn’t crack, so it wouldn’t push pressure on his throat, so he wouldn’t cry. Roman nodded and turned back towards the TV.

Remus knew it was going to be hard. Roman had always been this ideal his dad set for him, more of an idea than a person. And Remus thought, maybe, he’d always hold some kind of resentment towards him. But Janus was right. Roman was different in almost every way, but he was still himself. In the same way Remus was himself. Eventually, he would come to accept that, but for now, Remus was content watching Hannah Montana on their couch, on the verge of tears, Roman’s head somewhere else entirely. They were a collective mess of trauma but at the end of the day they were still brothers and Remus couldn’t imagine it any other way.

#remus sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders angst #creativtwins angst #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #hs au #remus and janus use the lace code #blue means acab/killed a cop #remus and janus are literally the whole 'gay kids meet each other and after 5 minutes overshare'#virgil and jnaus being brothers is my favorite thing btw #this fic was suppossed to b way fluffier #and only suppossed to b virgil janus and remus #but i have an idea for a fic w just the three of them #and it wont have heavy angst lol

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bluesfortheredj · 4 years

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Hitsuzen.

Hitsuzen - A naturally foreordained event. A state in which other outcomes are impossible.

Chapter 8.

Monday morning always came around a little too quickly for your liking, but on the plus side you’d heard that Adam had called in sick so you could go about your day without having to suppress the urge to punch him in his smug face after his comments at the pub. You almost skip down the corridor at the school to your classroom and you can hear Sarah’s laugh behind you as she watches you full of enthusiasm for the day. The students question Adam’s disappearance but you quickly make the excuse that he has the flu and it’s as if he was never needed in the first place as you get on with your day leading the classroom once more. The smile barely fades from your face even at the last lesson of the day and you’re sat there beaming when the final student leaves the room; proud of what you’re achieving with Adam out of the picture.

“You coming?” Sarah asks as she pops her head around the door while you’re tidying up the classroom.

“Yeah, I’m just going to set some things out for tomorrow then I’ll be off. You go ahead and I’ll meet you at yours,” you grin.

“You’ve really taken to this like a duck to water haven’t you?”

“Well, I’m not one to brag but… yeah, I feel like this is what I was meant to do,” you agree.

“Looks like there’s more than just this that’s coming together in your life,” she winks.

Your phone begins to ring and you slip it out of your pocket to see Charlie’s name at the top of the screen, “speaking of which...” you chuckle.

Sarah gives you a wave before hurrying off to pick up the kids from the babysitter, then you answer your phone with a joyous hello.

“Ah! So your day went just as you imagined then?”

“It did indeed! Funny how everything runs so smoothly without Adam here.”

“Pretty difficult teaching a class from a cell,” he laughs.

“No! He’s there with you?!”

“Yep, came in last night, drunk again, and ended up falling into some poor woman’s front garden smashing a couple of plant pots as he went… she wasn’t best pleased so we took him in to sober up over night.”

“Shit,” you chuckle, “that’s bad. Not for me… but for him, definitely. How come he’s suddenly coming undone since this friend of his was found? What’s going on here? There’s something more to this, I just know it.”

“Alright Miss Marple, calm down,” Charlie teases, “leave it us, I don’t want you getting into any trouble because of this okay?”

“Okay,” you sigh, “how’s your day going anyway?”

You get up from the desk and begin to place worksheets on the students’ desks for morning, then head into the supplies cupboard where you kept donated lengths of fabric and other tools for the kids to use as you continue to chat to Charlie. You’re squatting down on the floor to find the spare glue gun sticks when suddenly the door slams shut and you hear the turn of the key locking you in the small space.

“What was that?” Charlie asks.

“Umm, I think I’ve just been locked in the cupboard...” you say quietly before calling out to the mysterious person, “hello? Who’s there? This isn’t funny, you need to let me out now.”

You wiggle the handle then bang on the door but the person hovering around outside doesn’t make a noise as they open up the vent just above the door frame.

“What’s happening?” Charlie questions, now panicked.

“I… Hey! What are you doing?! Let me out, now!” you demand as they poke a small piece of pipe through the vent, just out of your reach no matter how high you jump, “let me out! What are you doing?”

You throw your body against the door in an attempt to open it but it doesn’t budge, then as Charlie starts shouting down the phone at you, you begin to feel woozy from whatever was being fed into the air around you.

“(Y/N)! Talk to me!” he urges desperately.

“I think you need to get here,” you slur, “quickly.”

The phone drops from your hand onto the floor as you begin to slide down the door then your head hits the carpet and your eyes quickly close while your whole body becomes limp.

“We’re on our way! (Y/N), we’re coming!” Charlie reassures even though you can no longer hear him.

Him and John arrive within a matter of minutes, his long legs carrying him through the corridors to your classroom with ease, then he quickly unlocks the door to find you on the floor, your body completely still apart from a few shallow breaths. John rings for an ambulance as other officers arrive to inspect the scene then makes a quick phone call to Sarah to let her know you were being taken to hospital so wouldn’t be there to pick up Evie. Charlie attempts to bring you round and although there are some incoherent noises coming from you now that you’d been taken out of the enclosed space, you’re still not fully conscious.

“How long will the ambulance be?!” Charlie shouts exasperatedly at no one in particular.

“Nelson, it’s on its way” John says calmly as he kneels beside you and pushes your hair back from your face, “she’ll be fine.”

He was saying it to comfort himself as much as Charlie as well; you were like family to him and he was as concerned about you as he would be about his own daughter in all honesty, and Charlie could see it in his eyes, the worry and the pain at seeing you like this, knowing that someone out there had done this to you on purpose. The paramedics soon come hurtling into the room, ushering Charlie and John out of the way while they do a quick assessment of your vitals before getting you onto a stretcher and wheeling you out.

“You go, I’ll stay here,” John nods to Charlie before he bolts out of the room to catch up with you, “right, we need this place searched top to bottom; bins, drawers, everywhere! Does the pipe have fingerprints on? Where did the gas canisters come from? We need answers as soon as possible,” he instructs to the remaining officers.

Charlie remains by your bed side in the A&E department while they carry out tests to figure out what had got into your system, and your semi-conscious state is signified by quite a violent bout of vomiting with Charlie holding the bowl in one hand while his other one tries to scoop up as much of your hair as possible.

“Is she going to be okay?” he asks with a concerned frown at how much you’re being sick.

“This can be a normal side effect of inhaling so much isoflurane and nitrous oxide,” the nurse nods, noting Charlie’s utter confusion at the use of technical terms, “…otherwise known as anaesthetic gas.”

“Oh, right.”

“Luckily you got to her before she inhaled too much of it. She should be fine, but we’ll be keeping her in overnight as a precaution. I guess you’ll be informing her family?”

“I am family,” Charlie automatically says before clarifying, “I’m her boyfriend, I mean.”

“Then you’ll have to make sure to take good care of her when she gets home; she may be a little unsteady on her feet for a few days.”

“Of course,” he nods.

The nurse leaves with the now full sick bowl then Charlie’s phone begins to ring and he answers it to Sarah’s worried tone, “how is she?”

“She’s… uh, she’s okay. Not fully awake yet,” he says as he sinks down into the seat next to your bed, “she’s been sick a few times but can’t quite wake up.”

“Do they know what it is she breathed in?”

“Anaesthetic apparently, a mix of two gasses. She’ll be off work for the rest of the week.”

“Of course,” Sarah sighs, “at least it wasn’t anything more toxic. Uhm, can you speak to Evie? She’s getting a little anxious after we said mummy wasn’t well and I told her you were making sure she’s okay.”

“Yeah, absolutely, put her on.”

“Charlie?” Evie’s timid voice questions as Sarah puts the phone to her ear.

“Yes darling, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m having dinner.”

“Oh, what are you having?”

“Pasta!” she says excitedly before turning serious, “where’s mummy?”

“Pasta sounds yummy, I’m sure mummy will want some when she feels a bit better. She’s at the hospital with me and some very nice doctors who are making her well again, she’s safe sweetheart, don’t worry,” Charlie reassures with a smile as he takes your hand.

“Is she coming here soon?”

“She will come there tomorrow Evie, I promise.”

“Will you come as well?”

“Of course! I won’t be leaving mummy’s side until she’s all better, okay? Tomorrow we will both come to Sarah’s and you can tell her all about the fun things you’ve been doing with Betty, yeah?”

“Okay. Can you give her a night kiss from me?”

“I sure will! And she sends one right back to you, and so do I.”

“Thankoo!”

With that Sarah takes the phone away and speaks one last time, “you look after our girl Charlie.”

“You know I will.”

He slides his phone back inside his pocket then pulls his chair closer to the bed so he can lean over and kiss your forehead.

“That’s from Evie,” he whispers, then kisses your lips softly, “and that’s from me. Evie’s at Sarah’s eating pasta and playing with Betty so there’s no need to worry about her. She knows you’re not well but she’s looking forward to seeing you tomorrow when I can get you out of here. Then I think we should all get some pizza in and watch a film of Evie’s choosing… what do you think?”

A small smile appears on your lips at the sound of Charlie’s voice and you nod in answer to his question even though you didn’t quite have enough energy to open your eyes and talk yet, but a quick squeeze to his hand is all he needs to know that you can understand what he’s saying.

You’re soon wheeled up to a ward where there’s a room waiting just for you, and Charlie flashes his badge as an excuse to stay the night with you even though he’s sitting in one of the most uncomfortable chairs he’s ever sat in before. It’s around 4am when you finally start to properly wake up and as your heart rate quickens with the sudden awareness that you’re in hospital, a nurse comes in to check you over and wakes Charlie in the process.

“Your boyfriend flashed his badge to get to stay here with you, y’know?” she smirks as she takes your blood pressure, “I’d say he was a keeper that one.”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, “he’s alright.”

“Must be strange for your daughter to not have mummy or daddy there tonight, but I bet she’s enjoying her sleepover,” she smiles.

“Oh, I’m not-” Charlie starts.

“Step dad,” you interrupt, “but yeah, she’s probably had a whale of a time without us and getting a load of treats!”

“Whenever my little boy returns from my mum’s house, he’s weighed down with sweets in his pockets!” the nurse laughs, “better check hers tomorrow, just in case.”

“Remember that Charlie, check her pockets,” you nod.

“I’ll pat her down, don’t you worry!”

The nurse leaves, shutting the door gently behind her, then you turn to Charlie with an inquisitive look on your face, “boyfriend?” you ask.

“Step dad?” he questions back.

You shrug, “quicker and easier than explaining the whole situation.”

“My thoughts exactly,” he winks.

He drags his chair nearer to you as he slips his hand over yours then explains the events that had happened in the lead up to the present moment, filling you on every detail down to what Evie was having for dinner, and even though you’re a little concerned about what happened to you, you know that you’re in safe hands with Charlie.

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itsbuckytm · 4 years

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The one with the hidden bruises. | Steve Harrington Imagine

An imagine of Steve Harrington and Hargrove!Reader where they both hate each other until a darker secret is being revealed.

Warning : Abuse/Violence/Slurs

Type : Sad.

Enjoy ♥︎

Your’s and Steve’s relationship had always come either with pure rage or jealousy with one another. Knowing you were Billy’s twin out a 100 the chances of you adapting the same attitude of your brother wasn’t even questionable.

Classes ended in a matter of hour and all of the students went home or somewhere they could get their desire distractions away from school for the next twenty four hours.

You on the other hand decided to go on a walk around Hawkins’s school and the park. You had warned your brother earlier about your absent once back home and to tell your father before he could get worried. Or worse angry.

One of your hand in your pocket another one holding your bag’s strap you were ready to start your little journey. You were fairly new to Hawkins and your curiousity took over you and you just had to adventure yourself out there.

After all Hawkins was a small village you weren’t so scared of getting lost anyway. During your little adventure you realized something very different. The citizens were welcoming and so calmed which was the complete opposite of California. Yet without your mother around Cali nor Hawkins nor anywhere it wasn’t the same.

You knew you had to get yourself lost on your own thought when you felt a strange car sound coming near you nearly scaring you to death. You knew it slowed down when your head looked over to see who could possibly follow you. Especially at this time.

It was Steve. His vehicle engine stopped once he parked next to you. He kneeled down his head a little to have a better look at you. “You know for a pretty girl like you, staying this late wouldn’t be good for your own safety.”

Shit. Have you been walking this long to realize it that the sun was practically down at this point?

You rolled your eyes. “Look who’s talking. For someone who isn’t creepy at all driving around the city to follow pretty girls. Yeah totally not creepy at all. Harrington.”

The way you had said his last name made him more irritated then he ever was and you liked doing so. “Don’t spill useless words out your mouth, Hargrove. Now come. I’m going to bring you home.”

Home? Crap. Knowing it was getting late your family has probably started dinner by now.

“No.”

He looked at you with disbelief. “Y/N, your parents must be getting pretty worried. Or do you even have any parents? Who am I kidding you two are such a piece of meat that I bet you, your parents disowned you both and made you move here.”

You were this close to punch him but he was Steve and you were.... you. “Suck it up dipshit, I bet Nancy left you because of that small dick of yours.”

Ouch. Steve acted as if he was shock or even felt humiliated at all. “Also let’s face it your brain could only hold a kid way younger than you to even keep yourself stable these days. How sad.”

Now you had pull the last strains of his patient. He started the engine of his vehicle and once you were fully settled in his car he drove not minding a shit at the speed limit he was driving on at this point.

You two didn’t say a single word when you finally arrived at your house. The lights were on and your father’s and Susan’s car were also parked. You were in some deep shit.

You got out of the car not even facing Steve due to the conversation you both had earlier before the drive until your father opened the door before you could do so. “Y/N, your late.”

You lowered your head, “I know, Sir...” Neil tried his best to remain the father he was meant to be and to educate his children professionally especially when Steve was still watching from a distant. “I didn’t quite understand.”

“Yes, Sir... and I—-“ You felt his firm fingers slapping the right side of your cheek. Being so use to it you didn’t even flinched. Once you lifted your head up you looked around like a lost puppy. Not only for something but for someone. “Your /precious/ Billy went to pick up dinner for you. Since we ate everything.”

Neil then grasp both of your arm and violently slammed your back on the wall near the door way. Steve couldn’t believe his own eyes.

The Hargroves he thought he knew from the start, now knew damn well why the two of you acted all tougher. Your attitude in school was a way to keep your broken pieces far away the from arch reality you had been living. Especially after your mother’s passing.

“If you weren’t such a whore 24/7. At least we could’ve shown you some respect.”

You just couldn’t believe, Susan on the other hand tried to rassure Neil and informed him that a gentleman with the name Steve Harrington has picked you up from your walk. And to as an excuse said that you had a rough day to make the situation loosen a bit.

She was trying her best you knew that. But when your father’s eyes darkened he said. “Who’s Steve?”

“One of Maxine’s good friend to. Apparently he’s some kind of babysitter...?” She chuckled nervously. Trying everything in her power to distract your father from this hell you now couldn’t escape from.

“Y/N?” A voice way too familiar was heard. It was Billy. He had picked you some food and with worried eyes looked at not only you but your father as well. Until his expression darkens. “Keep your filthy hands off her now.”

And with that your eyes looked up at Steve from across the street. You could only look at him not moving an itch until your father closed the door knowing damn well where you were looking to.

Steve on the other hand had watched the whole scene with his own two bloody eyes. You needed to get out of there not only yourself but Billy and Maxine. But for now he just couldn’t he had to let the life decide. Whether he liked it or not.

After the whole situation of embarrassment, you cried all night. Your father kept yelling at you to stop hanging with whoever this Steve was. You tried to resonate with him but as time went you realize you had been talking to a wall this whole time.

Now cuddled up in Billy’s arms. Billy caressed gently your fresh bruised your father had been giving you when Steve watched. “Since when..?” Billy couldn’t believe. How could he be so blinded by his father’s actions. Especially towards the person he cared the most out of this family. /You/.

“I want this to be over Billy.... Why can’t he just accept the fact that mom’s gone and I can never be like her....” You sniffed one of your last tears and wiped them up with your fingers.

“If he ever lay a hand on you tell me, if this happened ever since mom died I could’ve saved your ass, Y/N you know that.” You nodded and soon your eyes felt heavy and your were exhausted and sleeping was your only cure right now. “Rest now, tomorrow you and I on a long road trip far from Hawkins and a huge after care.... Sleep well.”

Maxine had arrived from one of Will’s D&D games. She was blinded by the situation the both of you had between you and your father. Susan tried everything to keep her daughter far away from the abuse. She would often be told “Go play with your friends and I’ll come pick you up.” After all Maxine didn’t complained at all socializing and making friends were her own way of surviving.

Once she step foot inside her home she felt the tension. Had Billy gotten into trouble again? She didn’t bothered to ask the game she had tonight had her so thrilled. As she walked towards your room she began to speaks. Like a little sister who’s exciting to share a moment of the day with her older one.

“Y/N? Guess what! You are welcome to play! Thought on the other hand, Steve will be there to. I know you hate his guts just as Billy does but—!”

She then heard the small cries of yours. She leaned on your bedroom door and opened slightly hoping she hasn’t got herself caught, yet.

“Shh....” Maxine couldn’t quite understand. She had never seen Billy like that. Nor Y/N. Did she had a break up? No... From what she remembered she was single. Her eyes soon then adjust themselves with the slightly dim of light from your room. Bruises on your arms. No.... How?

With surprise Neil closed the door soon as he sees his step daughter peaking into her older’s sibling’s room. “Time for bed kid.”

She didn’t argued and knew them well what was going on at this point. Billy and you didn’t had that though persona it was your father who both mentally and physically had turned you into this state. She wanted to do something but for now she had to just like Steve let what the life decides to give.

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nachohypno · 4 years

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The Daylight Club Ch. 2 - Prologue

Needless to say, we remained awake the whole night guarding off my house.

The shape didn’t try to force an entry, but I noticed it would sometimes stop at a window and look inside for a few minutes before going back to preying on us.

We carried Kevin over to my closet, threw him on top of some clothing and blankets for him to be comfortable. Then, we closed the door and just stood in my room, worrying about not being caught.

At probably 3 am or 4, Bobby fell asleep on my bed. It was alright, not like we were talking much anyway.

The outsider was dozed off too, so I was on my own to defend this place.

Well… not exactly.

“YOU ARE MAD” Those words appeared as soon as I closed my eyes. It was like a blurry thing, but still fully legible.

“Get the fuck out of my head” I said out loud, then looked over at my pals next to me. I decided to get up and go out of my room. “What the hell do you want?”

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE NOT GOING TO GO OUT TONIGHT” The god, or voice, or whatever, answered when I closed my eyes again. I remained silent, until it sent another message “I AM HAPPY YOUR FRIENDS ARE SAFE”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t mention it. You could do something with the shape, y’know? If not, you can just fuck off and let me guard my house in silence” I tried to make it go away. It was like my mind was being invaded and I didn’t like that.

The voices weren’t to be trusted.

“I CAN NOT CONTROL IT. YOU KNOW THAT ALREADY.” ‘Oh yeah, how the fuck would I be able to know that?’ I thought.

“What’s your name?” I asked, out of sheer curiosity. There were a lot of voices out here, it would be good to know which one is invading my privacy.

“I DON’T HAVE A NAME, BUT MY SIBLINGS CALL ME ‘THE ADVERSARY’” It answered, as I walked towards the kitchen now. I closed my eyes and noticed the shape walking around my backyard. I ducked down, hoping it didn’t see me. “YOUR FRIENDS… TELL ME ABOUT THEM” It asked, out of nowhere.

“Uhm… I dunno what you want me to say. They’re cool, I guess. When you don’t mindfuck ‘em, that is” I was still pissed about Pat, and I figured I would always be. “The biker guy ain’t my friend, but can’t let Bobby be mindfucked too”

“I LIKED WHEN HE CARRIED THAT MAN TO YOUR GARAGE WHILE YOU PREPARED A DISTRACTION. IT WAS A GOOD PLAN. RISKY, BUT GOOD”

“Hey… I… Thanks for the compliment, but I’d really rather you go away right now, you’re making me nervous and I need to concentrate here so…”

“BE CAREFUL OUT THERE” It said, before apparently going away.

I sighed, and sat with my back against the kitchen’s counter. I grabbed my phone from my pants and looked at the time. “4:36 am… Huh, I should actually try to catch some sleep too”

I got up and tried to look out through the window, eyes closed. The shape was gone, which could be either a good thing or a bad thing.

A good thing because maybe it retreated, a bad thing because maybe it was already inside of the house. I didn’t hear its heavy footsteps nor could I feel its presence in the room, so I moved slowly back towards the living room.

I closed my eyes quickly just to try and see something, but everything seemed safe now. I laid down at the couch, I closed my eyes again. ‘Everything seems… safe…’ I managed to think. The tiredness was getting to me, but I had to remain awake! I couldn’t leave Bobby and Kevin unprotected, they needed me!

…Oh hell… Maybe 5 minutes? That’ll do it…

I closed my eyes and quickly dozed off on the couch. The cold and empty living room suddenly seeming like a great place to sleep.

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“Kiddo,” Someone shook me by the shoulders “Hey, Donnie. Get up, you’ll be late”

Great. Dad was home.

“I’m not a…” I yawned, cutting my words as I opened my eyes and shot a glare to him “kid” I finished.

“Sure thing, sorry. I couldn’t make you breakfast, just arrived from work” Dad said, nervously scratching his hair while pointing to the door. “But here’s some money, buy yourself a coffee before entering, a’ight?”

We had the same messy dark brown hair, and he was a few centimeters taller than me. And the same deep, chilled voice.

If someone didn’t know us, they’d probably think he’s actually my big brother. He looks more like that than a responsible father.

He was wearing a blue tee and jeans. The old man seemed tired, which was understandable. He works a whole night shift almost every night.

Which is… funny, given that adults are mind fucked every night.

Oh wait, almost every night.

Yeah, since their bodies don’t rest some nights and patrol around the neighborhood or guard the maze below (I’ll get to that later), whoever is controlling them can’t fuck with their minds too often, or they would be really tired at the morning.

We had some theories about this, and for now, we’re going with the “On the long run, lack of rest can lead to severe problems with the adult’s body”. What does that mean? That the gods take turns on which humans sleepwalk at night to patrol and which ones’ rest peacefully like they normally would.

We have a similar system. Club members can only go out in missions for two consecutive nights before they have to rest. It’s not healthy, according to a few gals, but we don’t have that many members so it’s rinse and repeat.

He grabbed his wallet and passed me 20 bucks. “Thanks” I mumbled, before going to my room. I still had to wake Bobby up. “Lemme just go wash my face and—“

“Sure, take your time, buddy. I’ll just… take your place here and… Yeah, that sounds about right…” I looked back and noticed he was getting comfortable, arms behind his head and legs sprawled out on top of one of the armrests.

‘Great. If he falls asleep, he won’t notice Bobby or Kevin being here’ I thought, while entering to my room. Bobby was gone, and my window was opened. He must have gone to his own house as soon as he woke up. Kevin was still dozed off, so I left him at that.

I grabbed my school bag and walked downstairs. Dad was already dozed off too, and I knew he wouldn’t enter my room without permission so… Kevin was safe, unless he decided to be stupid and leave my room. I hoped he didn’t wake up before I returned from school.

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Bobby waited from me in front of my house, he seemed just as tired as I was. Great.

We walked together to school, too tired to make up some conversation. This was going to be a long day already.

Patrick didn’t seem to be giving around pamphlets today, which was a good thing. When I’m tired, I’d like to punch his face. And if Bobby is tired too, he won’t be able to stop me from punching Pat’s face.

“You’re late” A Molly with an annoyed face told us, and we just groaned an ‘Ughhhhhhhh’ as the answer.

“Classes haven’t started yet?” Bobby asked, before yawning. It was obvious that we haven’t slept more than three or four hours. “That’s… amazing…”

“Wait… Have you been out last night? And you haven’t called me?!” She placed a hand on her chest, like saying she was hurt. Truth is, she’s an amazing actress. “We’ll talk about this later, because you two have been summoned, along with me, to the principal’s office because of the drama club”

“Why would Mr. what’s-his-name call us? It’s not like we’ve…” Yawn “Did something bad last night…”

“You two are so loopy right now, but this isn’t the time to sleep. Let’s head there, then you can sleep at class. Don’t screw this up, alright?” She asked, making those pleading dog eyes that irritated me so much.

“Don’t worry” Bobby mumbled, as we walked over to the office.

We just stepped into his office and closed the door behind us.

I sat in front of Mr. Thomas’ desk. Bobby and Molly were sitting next to me, as we waited the principal to notice us.

Disband the drama club wasn’t a big problem for me, but it was something really important for some of the daylight club members.

It was like an escape from the shitty reality we were going through, they liked making set pieces, singing together, and etc. to pass the time when not at their houses or the hideout.

I didn’t take much part in it actually, I just focused on the technic part, like moving lights around and stuff like that.

Molly was the club’s president, and she’s the one who had the idea to use it as our base during school time. A nice thought from her, which was highly appreciated by the younger ones. Mostly because extracurricular activities were a good excuse to be out of their houses after school, before the curfew starts.

I did wonder what was going on here. Molly was the president so she had a reason to be here, but Bobby and I? I wonder what Mr. tight pants wanted to yell at me for this time.

My mind couldn’t stop thinking about last night’s events, and Kevin’s appearance. Needless to say, I wasn’t happy to leave him alone at my house, but it’s not like we can drag him to school with us, even if he seems our age.

“Oh” The principal finally said “Mr. Thompson. I haven’t noticed you there with…” He moved his hand in a disgusted kind of way, pointing to Bobby “Mr. Russell and Ms. Jackson. What a nice surprise”

‘It isn’t, asshole. You called us here’ I thought, but just threw out a very straightforward “What’s up with the drama club? Gonna give us more budget?” Enough foreplay, I wasn’t in the mood for it.

He grabbed a stack of papers and put them in front of him. “Wish I could, young one. The drama club hasn’t shown any results of being productive to the students’ education. We’ve been told to get rid of an extracurricular, and drama club seemed like the less hurtful option” He explained, with a big smile the whole time.

Like the fucker was actually happy to disband the club “However,” he continued “Variety show is still up and going, so you may want to sign up for that instead… if your act makes the cut, of course. We have new rules, so I won’t allow you little troublemakers to turn my variety show into some kind of water party or chaos center” He said, looking at me and Bobby.

That would have made sense, if last year we’ve been causing troubles. But we haven’t, we took variety show pretty seriously because of Molly. Her rage would be worse than a week of suspension from the principal.

“But sir,” Molly started her plea, but I knew it would be useless. Her eyes shown shock and sadness after hearing that the club she was taking charge of was going to be ended. “We already got the proper permissions and came up with a brand new idea for a musical about—” But the principal lifted his hand, motioning her to shut up.

I was going to try and intimidate the older man, but Bobby stopped me and asked “May I ask if CHORUS Communities were the ones who asked for these measures to be taken? I’m pretty sure I’ve seen a few of those black cars parked in front of the school after leaving school yesterday”

Smart Bobby to the attack.

But, useless. Mr. Thomas’ eyes glazed over as he answered “That’s none of your business, young man. This meeting is over, go back to class”

“But—” My friend started again, before getting interrupted by the principal.

“BACK TO CLASS!” He shouted. Geez, the mind fuck doesn’t sit them well.

We got up from the chairs and walked out of the office. I looked through the window and noticed he blinked a few times, before tidying his tie and going back to checking the stacks of paper in front of him.

They’re so weird. Can’t wait until this whole thing is over. But, it was useless to fight now, the asshole would only give us a punishment if we kept pushing the subject.

“I told you, you shouldn’t have charged against him” Molly said, disappointment being noticeable in her voice. “I’ll think of something, but for now try to not pick again with the fucking son of one of CHORUS’ employees! Just… please, don’t mess this up any further.” She finished, before walking away clearly pissed.

“I’ll go with her, maybe I can cheer her up a little” Bobby said before walking after her.

Speaking about weird people, I bumped into Patrick after turning around. He seemed happy to see me, but I can’t say the same thing about him.

“Man, so glad to see you’re okay. Heard some weird noises last night…” I stopped listening. He was still wearing preppy clothes. What was the god’s plan? Make us all preppy weirdos?

He seemed to seek out order, so maybe he wanted to make us boring people like new Patrick was?

He snapped his fingers in front of me, after noticing I was ignoring him. “Don’t be rude, Brandon. I was talking to you!”

“Uh, sorry. I don’t see any Brandon around here, so I didn’t hear a thing of what you said” I patted his back and went on my way.

I wasn’t having a good day, but I also wasn’t going to let fucking principal butthole and lil’ Patrick Poopwell ruin my day.

‘Oh, look! A distraction!’ I thought after finding Ethan at the corridor while heading to my next class, being bothered by one of my bros.

Ethan… How do I explain it? He’s this nerdy guy that seems so punchable, but he’s actually kinda cool. He made all of our hero weapons, as we like to call ‘em. My grappling hook, for example, is my hero weapon.

He’s the protégée of The-Measure-Cuts (One of the voices), which means he has access to a lot of information about technology. Normal people would usually… not understand it, according to him. So, that makes him kind of a genius, and a pretty valuable resource for the club.

‘I’m not a genius, I don’t know what I’m doing half of the time! I just follow its instructions’ He would excuse himself when we asked him to make something out of his reach, like a super stun gun or something like that.

“Okay Derek, leave the guy alone” I said, getting in between Ethan and my fellow jock “I need him alive, alright?”

“Oh, really bro? But I was just about to start with the fun!” He said clenching his fists into fighting position. I liked this guy’s attitude, if he wasn’t such a coward…

And that was my wildcard.

Ethan’s eyes were pleading me to save him. And I didn’t have any other fucking choice. “Yeah, y’know, club stuff so…” I whispered, going near him so only him could hear me. I wasn’t interested in Ethan knowing Derek’s fear of what happens at night.

Derek shivered when I mentioned the club “Y-Yeah, you’re right, bro. Good luck with that guys. Hope you get… whatever you’re working on” He said, giving me finger guns before walking away.

I turned to Ethan, who seemed to be about to kneel and suck my cock as a thank-you. He got his hands together and lowered his head “T-Thanks so much, Donnie… I had to do his homework but couldn’t keep up with that and the club’s assignments—”

“Hey, you should relax from time to time too. You’ll start gettin’ wrinkles if you keep trying to do everything perfectly” I tried to reassure him. I didn’t want the poor guy to burn out, he already had a very sad existence by being a nerd.

“Y-Yeah, but… The voice doesn’t wait for me to be done, it just calls me when it wants to help with the work, and it won’t take a ‘No’ for an answer unless I want to end our partnership” He wiped a bit of sweat from his forehead.

“A’ight, then… just call me over when you need some help, cool? Club members have to be there for each other, maybe you can translate the instructions or… I dunno, use me to pass you over the tools?” I shrugged and patted his shoulder before he could answer, walking away.

“I-I’ll do! See you tonight!” He finished, before I was too far away from him, heading to my locker.

I already wanted to head in the class and take a nap on my desk. As I mentioned, this was going to be a looooong day.

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Kevin’s POV

I was at OceanVille High. A blond guy was holding something in front of me, while trying to keep himself stable with his only leg that wasn’t messed up.

I walked up to him. “You’re not gonna make it in time, not with that leg” I said, struggling to keep my breathing. I had just been shot on the shoulder with something that was messing up my powers, so I tried to keep my hand on the wound.

He turned to see me, as I continued trying to walk over to him. “Clever boy. You take that thing with you and nobody dies. Except for you, if you keep carrying that thing around.”

“I want my classmates to live, thank you” He said, with a proud but disgusted face. He hated me.

At the moment, I thought ‘why would he like to die to save some assholes who left him alone and tried to kill him tonight?’ because it just didn’t make sense at all.

Maybe… Maybe it was a chance to redeem himself? Redeem for what? He didn’t do anything wrong.

If anything I’m the one who’s to… blame… Now I get it, William is not the one who should die here.

“I would like that too, to be honest… Fuck, I’m a former demon wounded, can’t you let me try and redeem myself at the last fucking moment? You were right, nobody cares about me. I’d rather die if I’m going to… be an asshole like they were before with me” I shouted at him.

I was close now, I tried to reach out to him and grab the bomb from his arms, but he tried to run away. “Stay away from… me!” he mumbled, as he tried to move.

Only to fail and fall to the ground. His injured leg didn’t have the strength to support him anymore.

“…Or what?” I smiled cockily. I admired him for his determination, of course. Most people would just give up and call it a day.

But this guy… He loved his friends, at least before. They hated him now because of the corruption I induced on them, and I’m sure he’ll be scarred for life because of that. ‘You just had to be more malleable, William’ I thought, as I grabbed the bomb from his weak, injured body, and walked away.

I tried my best to hold on to that thing while also pressing the injury on my shoulder, because the stupid thing just wouldn’t heal by itself.

I walked out of the main building as fast as I could, as I heard someone approaching to William behind me.

‘Lucky fucker’ I thought, as I finally got to the main entrance of the high school.

Now, to deactivate the bomb. Easy thing to do, right?

Just cutted the red cable and entered the code 666. What? I am a demon; it was rather obvious.

As soon as I deactivated the bomb, I grabbed the remaining bits of it and ran towards the forest near the campus. I shouldn’t be seen here, and this bomb shouldn’t be left to the reach of anybody.

It was difficult. Running, I mean. My legs were in perfect shape, but the injury in my shoulder that seemed to be diminishing my powers and the bomb on my arms were adding a lot of difficulty to the simple task.

A few minutes later of trying to run, I bumped into a tree.

Wait, it wasn’t a tree, it was a guy. With wings. And a halo. ‘Oh my fucking luck’ I thought.

Then I woke up.

I was in a closet, dark and full of what seemed to be oversized hoodies and jeans.

A few rays of light were coming in through the closet door. I looked through the little holes, trying to check out my surroundings.

How I got here? The bike… People at the street… My mind was blurry, but I totally remember I got to enter Greenwood, as Adam instructed me to.

I was tired, after spending a few days and nights riding to get here. I even had to make a stop at a farm to ask for directions! Not being able to teleport anymore is a hassle.

I opened the closet door, slowly, while creeping out a little bit to have a better view. The room… it smelled badly, that’s a first.

Second, it was messy. Not as hell, because I’ve been there and it’s… actually quite tidy?

Never met Lucifer but he sure does know how to manage the underworld.

A bit of what seemed to be workout equipment was laying on the floor, a few dumbbells and weight plates. And also papers or candy envelopes. ‘Huh, my savior must be a real mess’ I thought, after stepping out of the closet.

I looked at my clothes, they were… ruined. There wasn’t a nice way of putting it. Not being able to shower nor use my powers freely was certainly a pain in the ass.

Well, not much I can do from here. I should check where my bike is, at least.

I slowly went outside the bedroom, and tiptoed downstairs. This place looked really comfy, huh. Pretty different from that room over there.

“Who lives here?” I wondered, while looking around the cozy living room.

“Huh? Who’re you?” Someone asked out of nowhere. I turned and found a man with a knife on his hands.

Before my mind could react in any way, I shouted a “Freeze!” before snapping my fingers.

The man seemed to relax, right before he stopped moving at all. The silence of the room only interrupted by my agitated breathing after being scared, and the man’s own breathing as he froze in place.

‘Damn, shouldn’t have done that’ I thought, after calming myself down. My demon powers started going very limited after the… incident.

Imagine it like a MP bar in a RPG. I can only do so many magic tricks right now before running out of power, and I don’t know how to recharge it or if it’s even possible to recharge it.

I don’t know at how much it is right now. Sometimes, tricks that I could do daily don’t even work now. Like teleporting myself or others. Or reality warping. Or… barely anything good without feeling super tired.

Also, my body is human again. I age, I have to shower, eat and sleep from time to time. Not as regularly as a human, but still. You could say that I’m a sort of human-demon hybrid? With the demon part growing weaker and weaker every day.

And yeah, being a discount mind controller seemed to still work with my demon powers. This guy seemed to be frozen now… and I’d like to know how much energy I spent doing that. I wasn’t feeling tired yet, but I was just awake so you never know.

It’s… discouraging, to say the least. I used to be able to awaken a guy’s inner mind controller powers by just snapping my fingers, hoping he would cause chaos. Now, I barely could use my powers without risking myself of losing all the magic in my body.

I didn’t want to think what would happen in that case… I’m a walking corpse, so that’s something.

“Unfreeze” I told the guy, and he dropped the knife on his hands. He looked at me with a stupefied look. My powers weren’t that of a mind controller, there was so much I could do with this guy’s mind now and he could break free at any moment if I didn’t deepen his trance enough but…

“Uhm… who are you?” I asked, trying to keep things casual. I just wanted to know where my bike is and what is going on here. There had to be a reason why I got sent here, right?

The man gave me a little dumb smile before answering “Matthew Thompson, sir!” Huh, I certainly missed that.

“So… this is Greenwood, right?” Matthew nodded. I walked towards one of the windows in the living room and looked outside “Huh… that’s nice to know. I’m here then, I guess” I mumbled, before looking back at the guy in the kitchen.

I noticed the knife fell down to the floor, but since he was in a ‘trance’ right now, he wouldn’t pick it up unless I ordered him to. “What were you doing with that knife?” What? I won’t give it back to him if I happen to be in a psychopath’s residence!

He pointed to the counter, and I went closer to notice a few loaves of bread, some mayonnaise and bacon. “Was making myself a sandwich, sir. Just woke up from my nap after work, sir. Would you like one?”

“Oh, yeah— I mean, yes please” I was famished, but that didn’t mean I could lose composure!

Matthew nodded, and grabbed the knife on the floor. Then threw it into the sink and grabbed a clean one from a drawer.

I noticed he had his dining table next to the kitchen, so I went ahead and took a sit while waiting for my new temporary slave to do his work.

‘What the…’ I mumbled, after checking my phone. No signal? But isn’t this a town? How come mobile satellites don’t reach here?

“Hey Matty?” I asked the big man, hoping he would have some answer. “Do you have Wi-Fi here? I’d like to check my Instagram but… no signal”

He lives here, doesn’t he? He must know what’s going on with this. I doubt I would have been sent here to install optical fiber!

“Town’s isolated, sir. You can call other people if they’re in town, but you won’t be able to connect to social media, sir” He said, after carefully placing a bit of ham in my sandwich. Then, he passed it on to me.

“Thanks, and why’s that?” I said, before taking a huge bite of the sandwich. ‘Hmm, delicious…’ I thought.

“The town had to take a few security measures, and the folks decided to isolate the town from the world, sir. It’s a pain in the ass but… At least my son is safe n’ sound, barely got time to hang out with him lately due to my work but he seems to be doing fine on his own. A great man, just like his father, sir!”

Something tells me that Matthew here isn’t the one who saved me last night. Mostly because he didn’t know I was in the house in the first place, so his son must have been the one who took me here after I fell off my bike and lost consciousness.

Hey, if his son is half as good looking as the dad, I’m all in!

I finished the sandwich, and asked Matthew if he could prepare me another one. My stomach was hurting a lot less now, but I’d like to fill the tank before going back to work.

“And prepare a few ones for yourself too, sorry for interrupting your lunch” I said, after remembering that he was actually making food for himself, not for me.

This was a weird thing. I started feeling empathy again after the shot, and I was all in for it. I missed human emotions, apparently. But most of the time you would see me a bit scared about my own survival, thus shaking most of the time in fear.

“Sure thing, sir!” Matthew said, before going back to make his lunch. I was assuming he wasn’t fighting back my weak mind control due to the fog in his mind and how good it feels.

During my first weeks as a demon, I investigated as much as I could about my powers to take the best approach during my job.

The man was either feeling amazing while obeying my orders, so he decided to not resist and just go with the flow, or he was too dumb to care.

I heard the front door opening, before I threw Matthew a quick “Act like you’d normally do”

The mind control shouldn’t last long, so I was fine with whoever it was that came in to not know I was mind controlling this guy.

A guy that seemed to be around my body age (18, I’m actually 36 if we go with my birth date), but taller and a bit more built than me. Surprisingly, he looked very similar to Matty here, so I assumed it was his son.

“What the—” He started, as soon as he noticed me looking at him and eating a sandwich.

“Oh, hey buddy” Matthew said, before passing him a sandwich. I looked at my phone and noticed its past 3 pm, so it made sense for him to be here. “How was school today?”

“Uh… lame as always. Hey, Kevin?” He said, throwing a worried look at his dad. He knew my name, that was something!

“Yeah?” I asked, leaving the sandwich on the plate in front of me. I knew what was coming.

“Mind if we go to my room for a second? I’d like to talk with you… in private” The guy said, pointing to the stairs that led to where-I-assumed-was his room, the one I woke up at. He knew my name and everything!

I assumed I didn’t have a choice, so I just nodded, grabbed the plate and followed him.

He didn’t say a word on the way there, until we went inside of his room and he closed the door behind me as I left the plate with a sandwich on his desk. Then, he grabbed by the neck of my dirty shirt.

“What the FUCK do you think you’re playing here?” Oh, fuck. Really?

“What are you talking about? You’re the one that brought me here!” ‘Or at least, I assume you are!” He knew my name, so it MUST be him, right?

“Yeah, and you were supposed to stay here, hidden! Not going around the house like you own the place and having lunch with my dad!” He let go of me and pushed me back into the locker. Luckily, he didn’t close the door or anything, he just seemed pissed.

“There was no way of knowing I couldn’t go downstairs. For all I care, you were the one who owns this house, I didn’t know that you were at school at the time!” I explained myself, trying to help the situation.

“It’s… okay, sorry for going all out on you” He apologized, and I rolled my eyes.

“So… what was that with all the people walking at night and chasing me around? Matthew told me a bit but it was mostly about how this place is isolated from the world” I took a big bite of the sandwich I had on my plate. It was really good! “…sorry, haven’t eaten anything in days. Also, what’s your name? Can’t quite remember what happened last night after falling from the bike”

He seemed more… at ease, now. “Donnie Thompson. And you’re Kevin, right? Just to get that right” I nodded “Great… Just let me ask one more thing, you wouldn’t happen to know what the Daylight Club is, do you?”

I shook my head “Nev’r herd ff it” I managed to say, covering my mouth with my hand after taking another big bite.

“Well… that may be a problem. Lemme just call Bobby…” He whispered, grabbing his phone “Then we’ll go to the hideout, it’ll be safer to talk in there”

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Once the three of us arrived to the hideout, after a good while of aimlessly walking into the forest, I examined it carefully. Bobby was nice (and good looking!), he looked at me with caring eyes and I really appreciated that.

It was already 4:30 pm by the time we reached the hideout, so that might have been a hell of a walk.

A broken train in the middle of nowhere. A big wooden wagon with a barn door fully opened, showing off a bit of electronics inside and a lot of posters covering the walls.

As we walked closer, I could make out some stuff they said. But before I could put some thought into it, Donnie placed his hand in my face and pulled me back.

“No. By entering to our hideout, you accept all the rules that come with being a club member and take it as your principal concern” Bobby stated, while getting in front of me and next to Donnie. “You’re over 18, right?” I nodded “Great, just like me. You’d like me to recite the rules for you?”

“Am I joining a cult?” I asked, getting a bit worried. I know I’m a demon and I don’t really have a problem with fighting a few high school students.

I mean, besides the last time.

“You did at the moment you crossed the town’s limits, now it’s a fight for survival. Are you in or not?” My host said, crossing his arms like he was getting inpatient. Bobby looked at both of us with curiosity.

I rolled my eyes “Sure thing, what are those rules anyway?”

He lifted one finger “Numbuh one, stick together. It’s dangerous out there, and there’s a high risk when you get caught, got it? No playing around here”

Bobby lifted two fingers “Number two, no killing nor severely hurting” That was… pretty obvious. The boxer lifted another finger before restating “Number three. Seriously, none of that shit. We know things can get rather serious and dark out there, but the one you’re hurting could be your grandma, or worse, mine!”

“I get it, geez! It’s not like I’m a psychopath or anything!” I lied, of course. It’s not like I’m going around killing people. Or a living being. Not anymore, at least.

“Numbah four, get evidence” Donnie resumed the explanation. “We need as much as possible, so we can try to leak it to the outside world once the sonic fences are broken. You may have seen ‘em when you entered the town?”

I shook my head; I didn’t have idea about what was he talking about.

“That’s the reason no-one can really leave. Legally, there’s a curfew, but of course that wouldn’t stop us if we wanted to escape from this hellhole.” Donnie said, looking slightly disgusted “But really, we can’t leave this town. There are this weird electronic fences that do this awful WEEEEEEEEEEE sound when you get too close”

“It hurts. A lot.” Bobby finished. Then, he extended all his fingers “Number 5! Close your eyes, that’s how you see the shape when it’s after us at night! Otherwise you won’t see it coming!”

“That’s… that’s it, right? Anything I should know?” I asked, wondering what else could these guys throw at me.

“Pretty eager, huh? Hope that lasts after the first night, bro” The leader said, before moving aside to let me walk forward and into the hideout.

The inside of the wooden wagon was actually what I would expect from a group of high school students.

Posters listing the rules, letters and drawings detailing how to use something called “Hero weapons” and “field items”. Info about how to tackle and defend against the adults, and the different classes that you could find.

And after that, a little bit of decoration to cheer up the crowd.

“Nice place you’ve got here…” I mumbled, looking around as much as I could. A computer with a few doc files open, apparently detailing ‘encounters with the voices’, whatever that means.

Then, a TV that seemed to have a looping video of a crab underwater with relaxing music. That was a nice touch.

I noticed another wagon with the doors closed. This seemed to be a full-fledged train/hideout and I loved the idea.

“What’s over there?” I asked Donnie, pointing towards the closed wagon.

“Those are the dorms” Wait, what? They have dormitories here? “Don’t expect a king size, it’s just a couple of mattresses and sheets. Some club members ran away from home after being attacked by their parents so we just… decided to give them a place to sleep safely. They also like to pray in there, so leave them at that”

“That sounds… how did you get all these things?” This was getting weirder and weirder the more I heard about it. What’s going on in this town?!

“We crafted the hero weapons, the field items are from a snack shop near my house— Oh, you meant the furniture. Yeah, we found those at the trash or they were bought by a wealthy ex-club member…” He seemed to get a bit sad after saying that.

I was going to ask about it, but I noticed Bobby behind him being like “Don’t. Just, don’t” so I decided to shut my mouth.

A pair of girls appeared from inside the other wagon, the one I haven’t asked about yet. “Hey guys, new mate” A cute girl said.

“Molly, Caitlyn, this is Kevin. He literally appeared out of nowhere last night” Donnie presented me, then gave me a little push to come forward and say hi.

The one I think was Molly, red-ish hair and a pretty common face, held her hand out with a determinant expression.

I shook it as she said a very energetic “Nice to meet you!” Before going back to throwing a hate glance towards Donnie, who was trying to avoid looking at her, apparently.

“Yeah, pretty nice to see new faces around here. Though I’ve never seen you at school” The girl beside Molly said, Caitlyn. “You’re an outsider?”

I nodded “Arrived last night, I think”

She didn’t seem happy with my answer “Now, try with more energy. You won’t get far out there if you’re not even sure of when you arrived!”

I gave her a military salute, arms and legs straight and looking at the ceiling with my eyes darting all around “Arrived last night, lady!”

“That’s the spirit!” She said, punching the air. Curious, she seemed like the type of girl who liked to cheer everyone up, and that made me wonder if she was a cheerleader.

“What were you doing back there? Is Ethan back in his lab already?” Donnie asked, before Bobby placed his hand on my shoulder and pulled me closer to him.

“That wagon over there is where all the magic happens. One of our mates is the protégé of the voice who helped create the sonic fences and other electronics from the enemy. They had apparently ended the alliance with our enemy, and decided to help us instead” He explained. “From that day, Ethan has been creating hero weapons for the senior club members”

I tried to look into the open wagon but the lights were off. Dang, now I was curious to see.

“Nah, he just asked us to prepare his electronic equipment. He’s coming in a while to work, so we made him the favor”

“Speaking of Ethan, why don’t you stick around for a while and familiarize with the hideout while we go get more snacks, Kev? When the nerd’s back, he’ll help you with your hero weapon. Meanwhile, don’t die” Donnie said, patting my back and heading to the big, open wagon door.

“Don’t scare him like that, or we won’t have a new member anymore!” Molly protested, but the big guy just chuckled.

Oh boy, what the hell did I get into.

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Donnie’s POV

Funny enough, I wasn’t going to let Kevin go out so soon. He still had to go through the basic training.

Molly, Bobby and Ryan were patrolling the surface, that means I get to go to the maze!

The maze… How do I put this?

There are caverns underground, apparently. A very complex system we don’t have a map of, with mindless adults working on expanding it.

The interesting part: The cave system was fully human-made. How long has this conspiracy been going on? We don’t fucking know. But apparently long enough for these tunnels to be built, which could have perfectly been during our whole lives, or maybe previous civilizations in Greenwood?

I closed my eyes and some footsteps appeared on the floor, showing off the way in front of me. Never questioned that so far, it always guided me to where I needed to go.

I knew it was one of the voices’ doings, showing a little help to get to my objective in the maze.

I just had to record a data chip and it would disable the security system at the computers of our parents. That would probably be some juicy evidence!

“Ryan, don’t kick doors open!” I could hear Molly scolding him through the intercom.

“I saw some broken stuff inside, that might be evidence!” Our mate replied, before a few camera sounds could be heard.

“Focus guys, new mission…” I mumbled, as I went deeper into the cave maze.

Was it scary? Sort of, you never know what to expect. The lucids are way more frequent to see down there, so I had to move through the shadows as much as I could.

I closed my eyes again, searching for the invisible footprints on the floor. It was a nice skill, that apparently all the club members had. It sort of… appeared, once this all begun.

Travelling through the maze was easy. Just close your eyes when you want to know where to go, and crouch when you’re near a sleeper.

Sleepers are blind, they aren’t as deep under the voices’ control so they’re apparently not willingly under control.

I mean… who would be willing to be mind controlled, anyway? That’s when the lucids come in.

Sleepers are like zombies, guided by the sound and the tact. You’ll often see them extending their arms while trying to touch something, unless they heard you and then they know where to go to catch you, like they did yesterday with Kevin’s bike.

Speaking of sleepers, one passed beside me as I crouched and stood still. “His body is intact, but grows weary. Signs will be visible in the morning, unless it is rested soon. He cannot know. His family cannot know.” The man said, not noticing me next to him.

Lucids… It’s like a completely different person taking over the adults bodies. “IT DOESN’T HAVE TO HURT!” They usually yell once they notice you, oh, and they can see you. They’re apparently deep enough under control to want… this.

And if they hear a sound, they’ll turn on their flashlights to search for the source. That’s why moving through the shadows is important too. Just be quick and silent, and nobody will catch you.

Fighting back is a sin, of course. So if they try to catch us a lot of times, the shape will come out to play. We can only fight back just a few times too, before our own stamina runs out. Well, not me at least. I’m unstoppable!

I entered the room of the data tap and crawled near it. After opening the little thing, I opened my phone’s camera before looking around, for safety.

One of the computers was turned on. Never seen that before down here.

Huh… Just a quick sneak peek won’t hurt.

I walked closer and got my hands on the keyboard, trying to check for information. A folder that sounded interesting was named “The Instrument”.

I opened it and decided to take a look.

The folder contained an image of what seemed to be a map of a radius. It showed the whole area of Greenwood surrounded by a circle. I recognized the little spot with the broken train we use as the hideout out of the circle. Maybe that means something?

Also, a map! There was a map of the maze! It also depicted areas of this said ‘instrument’ like a control room of sorts, and information about how to keep it working.

This wasn’t a game changer, because I’ve seen this places in previous adventures in the maze before, but it was a start, right?

“RYAN, I FUCKING TOLD YOU TO— THE SHAPE! IT’S COMING!” I heard Molly at the intercom. A weird sound resonated through the caves —like a CLING CLANG or something like that-.

Fuck, the shape was out to play. I had to be quick.

“Keep it entertained for a while. I’ve found gold here, mates!”

I tried checking out more files and just found some prototypes. Pictures of the red doors around Greenwood, the ones that the shape used to travel around certain spots. Also some weird devices that I couldn’t make out.

One of those seemed like the sonic fences, which made me think that these were the blueprints to make more of those, or to replace them in case of something going wrong at the town.

“Guys? I think the shape is doing something weird?” Bobby said, and I wondered what was going on up there.

CLING CLANG.

I grabbed my phone and recorded all the files I could. We had to finish this mission ASAP now, the shape was a dangerous thing we couldn’t kid around with.

“Does it have wings now? What’s that red thing on its— HOLY SHIT GET AWAY FROM—” Static. Shit, it got Bobby!

“Looks like an angel, bro!” Ryan said, and his voice sounded agitated. Like he was running away now.

I finished recording as much as I could and ran out of the cave. I had to go back to the surface.

There wasn’t time to get tired, this was very important. I had to take this information back to the club members, maybe Ethan could help us even further.

Maybe he could find a way to deactivate the sonic fences.

Maybe we could escape from the nightmare.

“Mom! Dad! The bad guys are back! HELP!” I could hear Bobby’s intercom working again, and it sounded like he had been mindfucked.

I ran up a few sets of stairs, and threw my grappling hook to the top of the cave. That would speed up things. I started climbing as I tried to hear what was happening up there.

“It’s okay, I’ll distract the shape and you go get Bobby. Got it, Ry? Wait… SHAPE’S FLYING. SHAPE CAN FLY NOW—” Static again.

Two trapped, two left.

I was near the exit now.

“Donnie, we need you up here NOW!” Ryan shouted at me, as I climbed some ladders.

“Coming!” I responded, coming out of the basement of a random guy’s house and running out. I jumped through an open window and Ta-da! I was at the street again.

I looked around “Ryan? You there, bruh?” I asked him, but got no answer.

CLING CLANG.

The shape was after me now, I could feel it in my spine.

I noticed a trap door at the other side of the street opening and a bright red light coming out from it. I closed my eyes and noticed something weird with the shape.

A pair of red, not as noticeable as the shape itself, wings behind its back. So that’s what they were talking about.

In another situation, I would have been a very cocky guy and give it the middle finger. But my phone was full of very important information, so the shape couldn’t get me now.

I ran away as fast as I could, passing besides Ryan at one point as I headed into the forest.

“C’mon legs, faster now!” I mumbled to myself, as I looked back to check if the shape was near then back in front of me to avoid crashing into a tree.

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Everything was going to hell.

I was alone at the forest, running towards the hideout.

My friends were mind fucked. Temporarily mind fucked, I had to remind myself of that.

They had to be caught three times on the same night to be permanently mind fucked, like Patrick was. That’s why I didn’t try to wake them up in the spot after leaving the maze.

They would wake up next morning, with foggy memories of last night. Yeah, that was it. We were safe, I just had to return safely to the hideout.

Everything would be alright tomorrow.

I was close, I could tell. I recognized this part of the forest. The hideout wouldn’t be empty tonight. Ethan was supposed to be there!

In case you’re wondering, I wasn’t scared. I was terrified.

I could see it now! ‘The train car… That’s the hideout!’ I thought to myself, as I kept going.

Just a bit more running and I would be there— I fell to the ground.

I tripped over because of a tree root, maybe?

I started getting dragged. I tried to resist grasping at the ground, to no avail. I was being dragged away from the hideout, at an alarming pace.

I tried to scream, but as I said, there wasn’t a single soul on the hideout, nobody to help me now.

Kicking wasn’t working either. I didn’t want to turn around

Fuck fuck fuck fuck!

My phone started buzzing, but it wasn’t the place to check my messages. And it fell from my pocket, out of my reach as I kept being dragged away.

I tried to scream one last time for help as I blacked out.

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down in flames : sweet pea x reader (chapter 1)

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Fandom: Riverdale (season 3)

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Andrews!Reader

Warnings: violence, swearing, underage drinking, mention of attempted rape (in a later chapter which can be skipped), angst, gross fluff

Summary: On his first day of elementary school, one of the bigger kids had pushed Archie to the floor and skinned his knee. You had promised then and there you would protect your brother from everyone and everything in this world.

Now in high school, your main concern should have been that the boy you liked was sleeping with someone else. Instead, you were researching how to cover up a murder and discovering the use of alcohol as a coping method.

Riverdale wasn't safe for anyone these days.

You knew Archie was scared. You knew he felt guilty. You knew he just wanted this all to be over. You didn’t know he’d plead guilty and take the deal of two years in juvenile detention.

The shock you felt jolt through your body left you reeling, bolting from your chair in a reflex to protect, but there was nothing you could do. Next to you, Sweet Pea clasped your wrist and gently tugged you back into your seat. Clinging to him, you absentmindedly noted that you were digging your nails into his exposed forearm, but you were too busy trying to breathe to stop yourself.

Archie looked accepting, resigned to his fate, but it was the look on your dad’s face that broke your heart. As Archie was led away in handcuffs, he spared you a tight smile that you couldn’t return, tears dripping from your eyes instead. Leaving Betty to console a distraught Veronica, you rushed to your dad, throwing your arms around his waist and burying your face into his shoulder as he clung on to you just as tightly.

Much later that night, you found yourself sat in a booth right at the back of Pop’s with Betty, Jughead and Veronica. None of you spoke, merely picking at your food and milkshakes, lost in your own thoughts.

It was a strange feeling, like it wasn’t really happening. This was Archie, who got in trouble in elementary school for fighting bullies on behalf of the smaller kids. Archie who protected his family and his friends with everything in him. Archie who loved pancakes and hated mushrooms and wore odd socks - your little brother. It didn’t matter that there was barely 10 minutes difference in age, you still insisted you were elder.

You were polar opposites in some ways - Archie was reckless where you were methodical, easily manipulated where you had trouble trusting anyone. He could be stupid sometimes, making rash decisions like starting the red circle or chasing after gunmen, but he was good at heart, and there was no way in hell he could ever kill someone.

And now he was locked up in a place with a bad reputation and you hoped to god that if nothing else, the serpent tattoo would grant him some reprise - he’d need comrades in there even if he wouldn’t have friends.

You kept opening your mouth to speak, uncomfortable with the silence, but what were you supposed to say?

Luckily, you were saved by the ring of the bell as the front door was pushed open. In walked a crowd of leather, and you jumped up to greet them.

Toni was the first to rush forward and hug you, followed by Cheryl and Fangs. They joined the group in the booth as Sweet Pea analysed you with his dark eyes before pulling you into his chest. The familiar smell of leather and smoke was comforting, and you clutched to his jacket for a moment to ground yourself.

When you stepped back, you quickly wiped at your eyes to rid yourself of any tears and tried to smile up at the boy. He looked concerned, and you knew that your pathetic attempt at fooling him into thinking you were ok wouldn’t work. Still, when he asked if you were alright, you nodded and turned quickly to squash back into the now-crowded booth. Sweet Pea took a seat by your side, leg pressed against yours, and arm draped over the booth behind you. Over the course of the next hour, as the group swapped back and forth between discussing pointless subjects and possible plans to clear Archie’s name or break him out, the warmth of Sweet Pea kept you grounded, and you both pretended not to notice when his phone lit up with Josie’s name several times, instead he turned the device face-down and moved somehow even closer.

You couldn’t even find it in you to feel guilty.

Despite your dad’s hesitation, you decided to go back to school with the others. It was funny in a sad sort of way that you usually looked for any excuse not to have to go, and then when you had one, you didn’t want it. You just couldn’t stand another day at home. It was so empty and quiet, just you and Vegas, who’d taken to lying on the floor of Archie’s room and whining.

School wasn’t much better though with all the looks, the whispers. At first it upset you, but a couple of hours in and it was rapidly pissing you the hell off. The second the bell rang for free period, you stormed through the hallways, earphones in and scowling as you threw yourself down into a chair in the corner of the student lounge. Everyone kept their distance, casting glances at your furious scribbling before quickly retreating. Eventually, the bell rang again for lunch and you knew your peace was going to soon be disrupted as people streamed into the room. Mere minutes later, you felt someone looming over you, and quickly grabbed the hand that crept into your peripheral.

“If you pull out my earphones, I will pull out your lungs.”

Sweet Pea merely laughed and leant against the desk you were hunched over, Fangs by his side flipping through the text book you’d been taking notes from. Knowing it was hopeless, you rolled your eyes to the ceiling before fixing them both with a glare.

“I’m trying to work, what do you two idiots want?”

“For you to pull the stick out of your ass and come sit with us,” Sweet Pea replied with an easy smirk, Fangs snorting in amusement as he passed you your book back. Your glare quickly shot to the shorter boy, who adopted an innocent look and held his hands in the air.

“Don’t look at me, I didn’t say it!”

Huffing, you stood and shoved your belongings back into your bag.

“Drop dead, Fogarty.”

You spun on your heel and headed for the couches to squish into an armchair with Kevin, ignoring the indignant splutter and deep laughter of the boys behind you. Immediately after you sat down, Veronica leant towards you with her usual determined look.

“So, this football game that Archie’s planning for the juvie boys, what do you think? Want to come and cheer him on with us?” Noting your arched brow of confusion, she elaborated. “Archiekins was saying that the guys in there needed a pep rally more than most, so what better way to raise their spirits than with a good show? The Vixens are practicing the routine tonight ready for Thursday. Join us?”

You wrinkled your nose and gave Veronica a weird look as she waited for your answer.

“Are you asking me to dance like a slut in front of my twin?”

As everyone else laughed, Veronica gave you an unimpressed look at the teasing smile on your face.

“Ok, ok, I’ll take that as a no.”

Grinning, you turned your eyes to Fangs.

“I know someone else who would look great in a mini skirt though.”

Never one to turn down a bet, it wasn’t long before things had escalated and Fangs decided to don one of the cheer uniforms and run around the school in it. His conclusion that he enjoyed the freedom and the breeze that came from a skirt kept you giggling the rest of the day.

Archie was a week into juvie, and already he looked like shit. He was pale and tired, and as a Serpent you had enough experience with fighting to know that he couldn’t sit normally because he was bruised as hell. Concern flooded your face, and you spared the guard a quick look before leaning closer to your brother.

“Arch, who did this?”

Archie looked around them, noting the other prisoners who sat close enough to hear all seemed to be too busy to listen. He turned back around, staring down at his hands instead of you.

“It-” he started, only to quickly close his mouth and shake his head, “it doesn’t matter.”

Glaring at him, you ground out his name in a warning tone. Knowing you weren’t going to drop it, he sighed heavily and leaned in close.

“Ghoulies,” he mumbled, only meeting your eyes for a second as thunder thrummed in your bones.

“Those fucking sons of bitches!” you spat, hands balling into fists. “What about the Serpents, are they protecting you?”

Archie opened his mouth to reply, but didn’t get a chance as yells rang out, an inmate and their guest throwing punches at one another across the room. The inmates were herded to the far wall as the guards called for the end of visits, ushering you and the other visitors towards the exit. A quick hug and a demand that he stay safe, and you were all but shoved out of the room. You were furious as you began the drive home, hands clenching the steering wheel so tight you stopped being able to fully feel your fingers.

The Ghoulies had been a problem ever since you’d joined the Serpents, and you had always hated them. Now that they were after your brother? No way were you about to let that slide.

Instead of going home, you’d gone straight to Jughead with an intense need to rant before you exploded. With an agreement that something had to be done, you decided to brainstorm possible ideas the next day after school, and you left the trailer slightly calmer than you had arrived.

Nothing ever got to be done regarding the juvie situation, as three weeks then went by without anyone being able to see Archie. You and your dad were angry and fearful, unaware of what was happening to him. The Warden’s claims of Archie starting a riot were bullshit, and you all knew it. You were curled up on the sofa watching Game of Thrones reruns as your dad met with his lawyer when your phone buzzed with a call from Veronica.

Intrigued, you quickly answered, and as soon as you heard the name Penny, you were stuffing on your jacket and trainers with the promise you’d be at the speakeasy in 10. Once there, Veronica quickly explained Penny’s offer of protection and the following shipment of Jingle Jangle, as well as her belief that her father was behind it, and her, Cheryl and Toni’s storming of the drug lab at the Whyte Worm.

“So you blackmailed your father into backing off, what do you need from me?”

Veronica fixed you with a smile, rounding the bar to hand you a glossy card invitation.

“To come to opening night. Not only do you have to be there as a friend, but also I have a feeling Penny might come sniffing around with threats - we both know she isn’t what you’d call loyal and I wouldn’t put it past her to try and pull something.”

You nodded thoughtfully as you stared at the card in your hand, raising your gaze to meet Veronica with a sly smile.

“I need to speak to her about a Ghoulie infestation anyway. I’ll be there.”

“Excellent! Then there’s just one more thing,” Veronica smiled widely, casting a raised eyebrow at your scuffed trainers and ripped jeans. “Wear a dress.”

That night, La Bonne Nuit was packed out with the younger residents of Riverdale. Josie was singing, drinks were flowing, and everyone was dressed to suit the 20s decor. A black cocktail dress and heels had you fitting in nicely, and you were feeling pretty good as you spent the evening laughing with friends.

You stayed on alert though, keeping an eye out for Penny or Ghoulies sent to cause trouble. Sweet Pea, Fangs and Jughead were doing the same, keeping a watch on the entryway as they mingled. You were sat in a booth chatting to Betty when you felt eyes on you. A quick glance over the blondes shoulder and you caught Sweet Pea turning back to Fangs to whisper something. They seemed to be having a heated discussion, some stupid disagreement knowing them, but as you carried on talking to Betty you realised that as they talked, the boys swapped between looking at you and looking at Josie.

You shook off the weirdness, getting lost in anecdotes as more people came to join you, until a hand on your shoulder had you looking up to meet Veronica’s steely gaze. Excusing yourself, with a quick reassurance to Betty that everything was fine, you let Veronica pull you by the hand through the crowd to the bar. There, Reggie looked pissed as he hung up the phone, and you looked at him expectantly.

“Penny’s just pulled up outside and I’m gonna guess she ain’t here for a burger.”

Sighing, you gave Reggie a nod, and beckoned for Veronica to follow you upstairs. On your way, you caught the questioning stare of Sweet Pea, and you cocked your thumb at Reggie in answer. He could explain, you needed to move. Steeling your expression into your ‘I know i’m short but im actually a tough gang member’ face, you pushed past the queue of people still waiting to get into the speakeasy and stalked outside to the car park.

Illuminated by the light of the diner, Penny leant against her car, her cocky smirk instantly irritating you. Veronica stuck close by your side and, as you’d done several times before, you admired her tenacity. Still, she was out of her element, more used to the organised turn-taking style of mob business rather than the rough and tumble gang fights, so your priority was ensuring she got out of this unscathed.

“What are you doing here, Penny? I thought I told you that your services were not required, as much as I appreciate the offer.”

Penny snorted at Veronica’s steady words, choosing not to heed the warning and instead pushed off the car and began to stroll towards the two of you. Despite her casual pace and crossed arms, you took a step forward to keep some distance between her and the girl behind you, wary of her intentions.

Noticing your movement, Penny smiled sickly and stopped in her tracks, narrowed eyes watching you with a dangerous glint.

“My, my, Lodge, you sure are a lucky girl,” the blonde began in a mocking tone, “you always seem to have a little Andrews guard dog yapping around your heels.”

Not in the mood for Penny and her games, your fingers reached for the pocket that wasn’t there, then clenched into fists, teeth gritted as you realised your knife was in your jacket pocket, which was still in the cloakroom.

“Listen, bitch, you’re not welcome here, so get the hell out. Veronica and her speakeasy are protected by the Serpents, so go do your dirty business elsewhere.”

Your sharp tone and pissed off expression seemed to rile up the older woman, and she took a step closer to square up to you.

“Excuse me? You don’t get to tell me what to do, ok little girl? I could

you with my pinkie. So how about you and the princess here show me some respect before I have one of my guys on the inside slit your brothers throat.”

You barely heard Veronica’s gasp or the bell above the door signalling someone exiting Pop’s over the rushing of blood in your ears. You didn’t feel yourself move, just felt a wave of total fury before your fist collided with Penny’s cheek. The blonde went sprawling onto the tarmac as you glared down at her, pain shooting up your arm and you learn down to grab the lapels of her jacket and tug her up to a half sitting position so you were face to face.

“Go anywhere near my brother,” you whispered menacingly, “and you’re fucking dead.”

Roughly releasing your grip, you stood and backed away as Penny pulled herself up from the ground, laughing as she wiped the trickle of blood from her mouth.

“Oh, you have no

what you’re messing with, but I promise you now, I’m gonna kill your bro with my bare hands.”

You lunged forward, barely making it a step before strong arms pulled you back. Despite the vice grip of leather sleeves and tattooed hands, you still tried to fight free and get to Penny, all the emotions that had been building up for weeks begging to be set free. Either side of you, the Serpents appeared, Fangs half in front of you in a protective stance, and Jughead slouching cockily on your right.

“You’re outnumbered, Penny, take the advice and get the hell out of here,” ordered the Serpent King, staring her down.

Penny didn’t respond at first, letting her eyes drift over the small group. Finally, with a cheery goodbye, and a smirk that spelled trouble directed at you, she stalked back to her car and made a speedy exit. You watched the lights disappear around the corner in silence, muscles going slack as Sweet Pea relaxed his grip on you.

Everyone stayed quiet, and you took a few staggered breaths to try and release the adrenaline coursing through you. When you felt sufficiently calmer, you eased Sweet Pea’s hand off of your waist, squeezing his fingers quickly to quell the hard frown he was currently staring you down with. You turned to the others with a quick thank you, flexing your fingers experimentally to make sure you hadn’t damaged anything on Penny’s stupid smug face. You knew they were all staring at you, waiting for you to explode in anger from Penny’s words, and you couldn’t blame them. You had a notoriously short temper, and the strange calm you felt surprised even you. With one last look at the dots of blood on the ground, you avoided the gazes of your friends, striding straight past to head back inside and get a seriously strong drink.

Exchanging concerned glances, the rest shortly followed, and spent the night on edge as they waited for you to snap.

Instead of snapping, you got wasted.

It seemed to work, as you were no longer angry - you were stumbling around laughing your ass off instead. Despite the initial worry over your choice of distraction, everyone else had shortly started to drink with you in solidarity, which led to the Serpents and their Northside buddies crashing out of the front door of Pop’s and spilling into the car park way past closing time.

Cheryl and Toni were flirting, Sweet Pea, Jughead and Fangs were play fighting, and you had your arms linked with Kevin and Betty as you slurred through Mean Girls quotes in a competition of who knew the film best. At the corner you split ways to head home, leaving you with Jug, Betty and Sweet Pea. The couple quickly cosied up together, whispering, while you dropped back a few paces to link arms with Sweet Pea. Heaving a contented sigh, you lent your head right back to look up at the stars, and if you weren’t hanging on to the boy next to you for support, you’d be on your ass.

“You know you live in the opposite direction, right?”

Sweet Pea’s eyes quickly darted to you when you spoke, as if he had been deep in thought. Smiling, he steered you around a lamppost.

“You think I’m gonna trust you walking home alone right now?” You turned to him, opening your mouth but he shot a pointed look at the couple in front of you and beat you to it. “And no, they don’t count, they wouldn’t notice if I got naked and started doing the Single Ladies dance.”

You laughed unabashedly, prompting another grin from the usually sullen Serpent.

You walked most of the way in silence, bid goodbye to the loved-up couple outside of your house, and now stood on your porch. The night was quiet, the house dark, and luckily you had sobered up enough in the cool night air to keep your voice low.

“Thanks for walking me home, Sweets. And thanks for having my back earlier. You’re always there when I need you.”

His face was gentle, lit softly by the porch light as his eyes searched your face.

“And you’re always there for me. We look out for each other - that’s what friends do, right?”

You felt a stab in your gut at the word ‘friends’, and you took a half-step back as you realized how close the two of you were.

“Well, still, Penny’s gonna be out of my blood now and you didn’t have to risk being pulled into it, so thank you.”

You gave him a hug, throat going tight at the feeling of his arms around you. Pulling back with a cough, you gave him a smile and murmured goodnight before twisting around to unlock your door. Before you could disappear inside, Sweet Pea grasped your wrist, tugging you gently to look back at him.

“Don’t do that. Don’t brush off my help and think I give a shit that sticking up for you could get me in trouble. I’ll protect you no matter what, even if it kills me, ok?”

You were stunned and speechless, stood gawping at him until it was his turn to mumble a farewell and stride down the pathway. Collecting yourself, you headed inside, and as you shut the door behind you, your eyes met Sweet Pea’s as he stood on the pavement in front of your house, waiting till you were safely inside before he left.

Leaning back against the cool wood of the front door, you slumped down onto the floor of your dark hallway, head in your hands.

“God, I’m so fucking screwed.”

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The Difference Between Boys & Girls | o6 (m)

summary: Sam & Erin are university students who share a cheap one bedroom apartment above a shitty takeaway restaurant. Due to the limited space, they’ve grown accustomed to sharing just about everything, including the occasional kiss.

pairing: Jung Hoseok (Samuel Park) feat. Park Jimin (Brian Yi) x Named OC characters: meet the cast.

genre: angst, smut, fluff word count: 6.5k+ chapters: o1| o2| o3| o4| o5| o6| o7| o8| o9| 10| 11| 12| 13| 14 warning: smut, cunnilingus, fingering, boyfriend!hoseok, jealous!hoseok, painter!jimin, friends to lovers trope, college au, angst, sexual themes, slow burn

a/n: still a fool. still reuploading.

Erin's fingertips moved furiously over the keyboard of her laptop and her head bopped along in time to the loud music playing in her earphones. She had less than a week to prepare for her final two exams of the year and to say that she had been procrastinating doing so was a gross understatement. Between Brian and well.... really Brian was the only thing truly distracting her from completely focusing on her schoolwork. She was used to Sammy's intrusions and often studied around his periodic outbursts but Erin hadn't quite figured out how to balance out studying and showing her boyfriend his due attention.

Boyfriend.

The term still seemed weird to her, and it had only been one day since Brian acquired it. Erin assumed that was natural since they were still in the early stages of getting to know one another. His asking her to be his girlfriend was just a formal agreement that she wouldn't attempt to get to know someone else at the same time. At least that's how Erin looked at it, then again her views of dating were always a little strange compared to others.

"Noona!"

Erin heard her name being summoned for the fifth time that night, this time the '-ah' was drawn out so long Erin thought he might run out of breath and pass out. He didn't, of course, but the yelling and general noise making didn't stop when Erin ignored her roommate and continue with her work. Erin didn't know what he was calling her for but she was fairly certain that there was no way it was more important that what she was doing, he would tire himself out eventually and then Erin could look forward to a peaceful night of reading and essay writing. At least so she thought.

"I know, you're my saviour" Erin heard the words of the song she was playing echoed in her left ear and the heat of Samuel's body pressed against her side momentarily before he disappeared behind her.

"I know some pleasure" The next verse was repeated in Erin's right ear and again she ignored him, her eyes remaining glued to the screen.

It wasn't until she felt a pair of strong arms wrap tightly around her shoulders and Sam's chin rest on her shoulder that Erin finally stopped typing and groan loudly in frustration.

"Park Sang-Min! I swear to god I will punch you in the throat, what the hell do you want?" Erin asked in an exasperated tone as she spun around to glare at the face of a child who had just been scolded.

"Come out with me."

"Are you kidding me? I don't have time to joke around with you right now, Sammy."

"I am completely serious. You've been tearing over these books and printouts the whole day, you need a break." Samuel said softly and released Erin from his hold.

"I can't do that, if I don't pass both of these exams then I won't graduate and I am not going through another year of this."

"You know these textbooks better than the back of your hand and you're just going to burn yourself out if you don't take a little break sometime."

Erin exhaled harshly and pressed a hand against her forehead, she was feeling a little drained and the words she was reading were beginning to blur together indecipherably.

Maybe Sammy was right.

"Just a tiny little break okay?" Erin clarified, making it apparent that she had no intentions of leaving their apartment.

"A small, minuscule break." Her roommate reassured.

This definitely was not a small, little break.

Erin wasn't even sure how it happened, one second she was fighting Sam on taking a few shots in their kitchen and the next thing she knew they were both three shots of tequila deep and on their way out the door in search of a place to dance and hopefully drink more.

And drink they did, Erin more so than Samuel which was the usual. Apparently she needed to blow off more steam than she originally thought.

As the night wore on Samuel began feeling less and less intoxicated, and one guy had the misfortune of getting too hands-y with his roommate, which made the amused smirk he was wearing while watching Erin float around the dance floor fall into an angry glare.

Erin was clearly drunk and the sleazy vultures in the bar picked up on it, targeted her, and moved in to pick her apart, entice her to the nearest exit with the promise of a good time. Samuel figured they had already had their fun for the night and it was time to go.

He gripped Erin's arm to make her look at him. "Let's go home."

The drunk man she was subtly trying to avoid dancing with didn't seem too happy about the interruption. He opened his mouth to complain, but Samuel cut him off.

"Fuck off."

"Who the fuck you think you're talking to?"

"No one," Sam dismissed him and tugged Erin upwards.

"Yah," The stranger exclaimed and reached for Erin's other arm.

Sam moved to step in between them, his jaw square. "Let. Her. Go." Sam wasn't exactly a threatening figure, but he knew he could handle himself in a fight if it came to that.

Luckily the guy had the foresight to see that this confrontation was not worth the possibility of him getting hurt. "Whatever," he huffed and smartly walked away.

Erin and Samuel shuffled to another part of the bar.

She was piss drunk and yet her watery, red streaked eyes still sparkled when Samuel looked at her. "You were going to fight that guy?"

"Maybe," Sam shrugged and silently checked their surroundings, making sure that the douchebag didn't round up any of his friends to attempt to jump them later.

"Aigoo, Sammy you love me," Erin slurred.

"More than you know," Sam grinned.

"Can we dance to one more song?"

"No."

"Please, Sammy. It was your idea to come out anyway."

Erin pouted but Samuel managed to fortify himself against her full bottom lip, refusing to crack.

"It's late and both of us have to work in the morning."

Erin was full on scowling at this point but didn't fight as Sam led her to the entrance and then both of them were outside, taking in the chilly air.

"You weren't having any fun?" she hiccuped.

"I stopped having fun about two shots ago. But hey, you were drinking enough for the both of us."

Erin giggled again and leaned her head fully against Samuel's side.

Three hard drinks were her limit and Erin knew that. Tonight she was definitely testing her liver and kidneys' ability to break down the components of tequila, rum, and god knows what else.

"My feet hurt," she whined.

Sam stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and leaned down "Get on."

It took three tries before Erin could climb on his back. She snickered uncontrollably the entire time.

"My ass is showing. I can feel it," Erin laughed.

Sam joined in too. He always found her adorable when she was sober, but drunk Erin was ten times worse.

"I need you to promise me we'll always be this close, Sammy."

"Of course we will."

"Even after I tell you that Brian asked me to be his girlfriend?"

Samuel paused for half a second but kept moving forward, pretending that her revelation hadn't bothered him at all. "Why would that make us not close?"

"I know you don't like him."

Samuel chuckled silently, and without humour, nothing got past his best friend.

"That's not true, I just didn't want you to get hurt. If you like him and he treats you well, then that's good enough for me." He lied.

"I think I really do like him" Erin mused and pressed her cheek against Samuel's.

"Great."

After hitching her higher along his back several times because she kept slipping, Sam and Erin finally made it back to their apartment. Erin was singing about riding a surfboard and drinking watermelon and Samuel had no clue what she was talking about.

He dumped her momentarily on the couch and headed to the kitchen to get her a glass of water. Her cell phone was buzzing since she had forgotten it on the kitchen counter. Samuel looked at the name on the screen, looked at Erin, then back at the screen, and hit the ignore button. She was in no condition to talk to anyone at the moment.

Brian could leave her a message as far as Sammy was concerned. It wasn't too late, but late enough to be considered booty call hours by his standards.

With the glass of water in his hands Sam strolled back to the living room only for Erin's phone to start ringing once again.

"Is my phone ringing?"

"Ignore it."

"It could be important."

"It's not," Sam handed her the glass which she accepted but only drank a tiny sip. "Finish it."

Erin's brown eyes darkened, and she glared up at him, but chugged the water anyway and thrust the empty glass back against Sam's chest.

"Why aren't you drunk?" Erin curled up on the couch.

"I know my limits." he laughed "Why were you determined to get wasted?"

"I thought that's what we went out to do. Don't question me right now, my head hurts."

"Come on," Sam pulled her up. "You need to get to bed."

Erin stumbled into her room, mumbling incoherently, and tossed herself on the mattress then began fumbling around with hem of her top. She was having trouble realizing that it needed to be unbuttoned and not pulled over her head.

Without any more questions, Sam squatted downward and helped Erin unbutton her blouse, pushed the fabric off her shoulders, and dropped it on the floor. His eyes moved over her lacy camisole long enough to realize that she wasn't wearing a bra and his cheeks flushed a deep shade of pink when he felt the need to kiss her flare up within him once again.

Instinctively his tongue peeked out to moisten his bottom lip and when his gaze finally fell back on Erin's face, he saw a distinctive look in her eyes.

It was the same look she had given him all those years ago on his graduation night. The kind of look that led to clothes coming off and body parts being caressed and fondled. That look.

Immediately Sam clamored to his feet and put a space between them. "You should get some rest, noona. I'll see you in the morning."

Sam was out the door and on the couch before Erin could say anything, even just suggesting that he sleep with her that night like they had many times before. If she had, Sam wasn't sure if he'd been able to turn her down, say no. It was different when she was relatively single and he had the option of stealing her attention away from a guy she'd been out with just a few times, but there were labels involved now and Samuel finally caught on to just how stupid he was for waiting so long to say anything.

Erin felt like crap. The second she woke up she was overcome with the feeling of monkeys playing bongos on her temples and every bone in her body that could ache did. A long drawn-out groan left her lips as she tried and failed to get out of bed, the sun was already high in the sky and she was positive that this was the latest she’d ever woken up since her first year of university. The palm of her hand rested as gently as it could on the side of her temple as she did her best to push herself upward and out of her sheets.

The worst part of this was that she couldn’t even remember why she was in so much pain. Erin was positive that she spent the night in her apartment so what could have gotten her so unbelievably wasted? The last thing she remembered was sitting in the living room begging Sammy to leave her alone and let her study.

Ah, Sammy.

If anyone would know why her head was currently doing gymnastics, he would.

"Sammy," Erin said hoarsely as she shuffled out into the living room, but she was met with a silence which was unusual because Samuel was never silent.

"Sam!" She called again but once she got to the couch, she realized that he wasn't answering her because he wasn't home. There were only two places he could be so early in the day and Erin knew he didn't have any classes that day, so he must have been at work. A few seconds after the word 'work' popped into her head Erin's eyes bulged open and she sprinted back towards her room to grab her cell phone.

How could she have forgotten that she was covering for someone today?

Erin scolded to herself as she tore around the room looking for her cell. Once it was in hand, she wasted no time in checking her voice mails, three were from her supervisor and none of them were pleasant. One was from Brian but she didn't have time to check that or the messages he'd sent her, her only priority for now was getting ready for work as quickly as possible while she still had a job.

Erin was showered and dressed in a flash, her hair slapped up into a messy bun and just a dab of BB cream slathered over her face before she dashed towards the door. As her hand grabbed the knob to twist it open something taped to the peephole caught her attention and made her stop for just a moment.

Erin-Ah ^-^~ You're going to be late today, I should have woken you up before I left but you looked so peaceful drooling into your pillow. I know you won't read your phone this morning so I'm leaving you this note. Try not to stress out too much I know how you think but you know they won't fire you over this, you've never been late before. Have a good day!!! Work hard!!!! I'm rooting for you!!

Love, Sammy. P.S. When you get home there's something I really need to talk to you about.

Erin smiled and folded the note up to place in her jacket pocket, she always loved receiving these hand-written notes from her roommate whenever they missed each other in the morning time. Her mind traveled as she made her was out of her building onto the sidewalk, wondering what he could need to talk about that couldn't be mentioned in the letter but Erin came up blank. Unless something happened last night that she didn't remember, maybe she did something embarrassing when they went out. Or something embarrassing when they got home? She didn't puke on him did she? And even if she had would that warrant a discussion?

Erin settled somewhat once she finally got into a cab and started on her way further into the city. She was about ten minutes away from her job when a muddled memory buzzed her conscious; she remembered being on her bed with Sammy kneeling in front of her unbuttoning her top and tossing it aside. She remembered wanting to feel his lips against hers among other things and then...

Nothing.

Erin tapped her hand against her head in an attempt to jog her memory but that proved to be an idiotic idea since it made her headache even worse. That couldn't have been the last thing she remembered if it was then all signs were pointing to the fact that she may have made a very stupid decision last night and she couldn't even remember it.

She wanted to call Sammy and put her mind at ease before she got to work but before she could unlock her phone, she was in the front of her office building and preparing to shuffle her way inside. Her supervisor seemed to be waiting for her once she reached her floor and it took nearly half an hour to explain why she was late and get her supervisor to leave her alone before she could start working. Every step sent shock waves of pain throughout Erin's body and it didn't help that everyone needed her to do some mindless task for them that day. The menial things took so much energy out of her that she actually had to stop and take a breather while she was making copies.

This was definitely going to be a rough day.

Erin had managed to make it all the way to her lunch break without barfing or cursing someone out for standing too close to her and she was rewarding herself by taking a breather on the rooftop garden her boss maintained. It was freezing outside but the cold and coffee she sipped were keeping her awake.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket and the corner of Erin's lips turned up into a smirk. She knew exactly who it was before she checked. She had managed to send Brian a quick text apologizing for ignoring his messages from last night and this morning. Erin choked on the small sip of coffee when she opened the message and rested the cup on the ground next to her.

Brian had sent her a selfie, a shirtless one. At 12:30 in the afternoon. Erin returned the favor by sending him a selfie of with her jaw dropped open. It only took a few seconds for him to call her back.

"I want to hear the noise you made."

Erin laughed, honestly happy to hear his voice even if he was being indecent in the middle of the day.

"Who said I made a noise? Maybe that was me being disgusted."

"Don't lie to me, Erin."

She chuckled softly and threw her head back, a bad idea since she immediately began wincing.

"You left me speechless, Brian." Erin groaned and rubbed her temples

"Your face does that to me every time I see it."

Erin groaned louder smiled even wider, if that was possible, and pressed her hands against her cheeks to cool down the heat that was caused by Brian's words.

"Brian I am at work," Erin said in a warning tone even though she was beyond amused.

"I know, I know," He laughed "I just missed talking to you...Hey, are you busy tonight?"

"I shouldn't be,"

"Good, because I'm making you dinner."

"Aw, Bria-" Erin's words were cut off by the beeping of her phone to signify that her lunch break was over and she had to get back to work.

"Sorry I have to go, I'll see you tonight?"

"Ah, I won't keep you, work hard. See you tonight."

It only took a few minutes for Erin to get ready and leave her empty apartment, she didn't know where Sammy was but there was no time to figure it out.

Judging by the address he sent her Brian lived about half an hour away from Erin's apartment and she fretted the entire taxi ride there. She was feeling miles better than she did this morning but it was also the first time Brian had ever invited her to his place and Erin had so many questions.

When the cab rolled to a stop in front of a slightly run down building Erin almost didn't get out of the car. The neighborhood didn't look unsafe, but it definitely didn't seem like a place Erin wanted to wander around alone. It wasn't until she saw Brian standing outside waiting for her, looking cold but still so attractive with the long sleeves of his shirt pulled over his hands, that Erin released the breath she was holding in.

Erin tossed her fare in the driver's direction and quickly exited out onto the sidewalk.

"Sorry I’m late!" She said once she was close enough and Brian turned to look at her like she had just descended from heaven.

"Don't worry about it, you look beautiful."

His arms were around her waist, pulling Erin's body close to his own and lips pressed against Erin's in no time. She felt her frigid body melt against his despite the cold and Erin returned his kiss with vigor, her arms encircling his neck and fingertips playfully threading through his hair. One would think they hadn't seen each other in weeks, not two days.

"I hope you're hungry" Brian murmured against Erin's lips once he'd finally stopped ravishing her mouth.

"I hope you can cook."

Her reply garnered a sincere laugh from Brian as he led her inside his apartment.

As it turned out he actually owned the entire building and left the outside as is because he enjoyed the worn look of it. The majority of the space was occupied by a makeshift studio where Erin presumed that he spent most of his time painting, there was a small corner where a kitchen had been built and another where a loft bedroom was built with an office underneath it.

Tonight there was a single table set up in the middle of the floor with two place settings and a candle between them.

Erin gasped softly when she walked inside and sight came into full view, complete with fairy lights to gently illuminate them as they sat.

"Brian this is beautiful," She stated softly as he took her coat from her.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it,"

"I'm so relieved, I was worried you would think it's cheesy," He said shyly before motioning for her to take a seat.

Erin giggled "It is a little cheesy, but in a nice way."

Brian ignored her teasing and pressed his lips to her temple before moving to the kitchen to grab dinner.

"Can I ask what you made tonight?"

"You could, but I might not tell you."

"Okay~ I just hope it's edible."

Brian guffawed.

"Why do you think I can't cook?" he asked as he walked back towards Erin with two plates of pasta in his hands.

"I don't know that many men that can really cook. I mean Sammy can make ramyun but that doesn't require much skill, I asked him to make me kimchi fried rice once, and we almost had to call the fire department."

Brian smiled, but mentally began his tally on how many times Erin was going to mention her roommate's name that night. It was a game he began torturing himself with on their first date and he was always the loser.

"Well, it's not ramyun but I hope you like fettuccine," he said with a playful wink as he set down a plate in front her Erin before taking a seat on the other side of the table.

Erin grinned and took a quick bite of the dish then looked at Brian in disbelief "This is really good," she said as if she didn't believe her own words.

Brian responded with a prideful smile and a slight bow of his head.

"So, how was your day?" Erin asked while twirling more pasta on her fork.

"Nerve wrecking."

"Why?"

"I had four meetings lined up with potential buyers and every time I tried to explain the inspiration behind one of my pieces, it was like I forgot how to talk," he laughed. "My mind was too preoccupied on getting everything perfect for tonight."

Erin blushed, offering her boyfriend a shy smile "I hope I didn't cost you a sale."

"No, I managed to make up something eventually three of the buyers are coming to pick up paintings tomorrow."

"Good, because I had no intentions of paying you back."

They shared a good-natured laugh and returned to eating, a pleasant conversation soon flowing between them. Erin told Brian about her difficult day at work and the night out she'd shared with Sammy which caused her difficult day at work. She conveniently forgot to mention the possible ending of their night out, not because she wasn't riddled with guilt over the possibility that she may have cheated on Brian so soon into their relationship. But because she didn't know for a fact that she had cheated on him, she could still only remember bits and pieces from the night before and there was no definitive proof that anything happened between them other than Erin's overactive imagination and hopeful wish fulfillment. Sammy had helped her get dressed and undressed when she wasn't able to do it herself multiple times before, that memory of him removing her shirt could have been totally platonic.

"Well, Erin?"

Brian's voice made Erin stop day dreaming Sammy and focus her gaze on him, he must have asked her a question but Erin obviously wasn't paying attention.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Do you want dessert? I bought a cake but I wasn't sure if you'd still be hungry,"

"Oh, yes I would love dessert! Let me help you with the dishes,"

Erin quickly stood up and began stacking their plates together even though Brian protested, she ignored him and followed as he moved to the kitchen to grab the cake out of the refrigerator. Erin dumped the dishes in the sink and glanced over at Brian as he started unboxing his store bought cake, brown eyes roamed over the profile of his face and down to the subtle veins that exposed themselves in his neck when one of the tags holding the box gave him some trouble. She smirked gently when he finally did get it open and his biceps flexed underneath his tight white shirt, had his shirt always been that tight? Before she stopped herself Erin's eyes were moving downward and shamelessly she ogled his tight ass when he turned to grab a knife and fork from a nearby drawer.

She got caught staring when Brian looked back at her over his shoulder and when their eyes met he raised a brow and shot Erin a seductive smirk.

"Pervert," he said playfully and pulled Erin near to him by a hook on her jeans.

"You're an artist, you should be able to understand wanting to appreciate a masterpiece," She replied with a chuckle and leaned back against the counter.

Brian grinned and shook his head, moving to stand in front of her and placed both of his hands on either side of her body.

"Nice save, but you're still a pervert- open,"

"I can live with that" Erin answered as she held her mouth ajar and Brian fed her a small piece of cake before taking a bite himself. "Are you going to feed me the whole cake? Because I don't think I have the self-control to stop you" Erin joked as she prepared for another forkful.

“I could do that" Brian answered and pulled the prongs of the fork from between Erin's parted lips. “But I’d prefer to do this," His strong arm slipped around her waist and hugged her tightly to his chest, leaning in to softly press his lips against her throat.

Erin giggled softly as Brian hugged her tightly in his arms and nibbled on the skin of her neck. They hadn't been dating for an exceptionally long time but it seemed like Brian knew just how to touch Erin to make her senses go haywire. Though it didn't really take much. A soft kiss to her neck, a firm grip on her thigh, even his chest pushing against hers got her aroused. She grasped his side, tugging gently on his shirt, pulling him closer against her.

“You sure you want to do that?” Erin teased, running her hand under his shirt and grazing her fingertips over his hard abs making Brian's lips curl up in a warm smile against her throat.

He answered her taunt by abandoning her neck and moving his head upward to capture her lips in a heated kiss. Without much effort, Brian lifted his girlfriend into his arms while he palmed her ass with one hand and the other gripped her waist and rested her against the surface of the counter. Erin yelped softly when he hoisted her up as if she weighed nothing and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist once she was sitting on the counter and Brian was standing between her legs.

Erin was careful to be conscience of her movements, restraining the urge to roll her hips forward. She had a decent amount of self control but honestly it was tapering off by the second. Every time his tongue stroked against her own and she felt the silent vibrations of a groan hum beneath his chest Erin felt her desire for him grow more urgent.

"It's getting late..." Erin said as she leaned back, her hands clutched tighter to the back of his neck as their lips separated and she took a much needed huff of air while Brian began moving his lips against her neck again and cutting off the moan that wanted for escape from her throat. "I should get going."

Brian smirked and tilted his head upward upward to look Erin in the eyes, the look on his face conveying just how much he didn't want her to leave yet.

"Do you really want to go?"

He accompanied his question with a tender peck to Erin's lips, his hands pushing up the hem of her skirt and massaging the skin on her thighs. Erin shivered and bit down on her bottom lip, every inch her body was begging her to stay and continue their moment but as per her usual Erin was over thinking the outcome of this situation. Were they moving too fast? Or too slow? They had been seeing each other for just over a month so maybe this was long overdue. All these thoughts were buzzing through her mind but then Brian's lips were slowly trailing against her skin again, leaving wet open kisses wherever he could find a section of exposed skin. His hands were gripping her waist and roaming, moving up Erin’s torso to squeeze her breasts gently through her shirt. When that happened, Erin lost what little restraint she’d previously had and moaned heavily against his ear, her head leaned forward and her teeth tugged on his earlobe gently.

"I'll take that as a no" He laughed gently, not doing anything to hide the grin on his face, he was glad to hear that she wanted him just like how he wanted her. Brian gathered Erin in his arms and lifted her off the counter gently her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist. She didn't feel the need to ask where he was taking her, the look in his eyes gave her all the answers she needed. In no time, they were up the stairs that led to his loft and Brian was placing Erin gently on the surface of his bed while he leaned down and attempted to kiss her again.

She ran her thumb over his soft bottom lip, then did the same thing with his top lip. Brian kept his eyes on her but didn't move other than putting his hands on her hips. She leaned forward until they were only a hair apart and looked into his deep brown eyes. He smiled, and she smiled back, and they continued to look at each other until she finally kissed him softly. Their eyes stayed connected as she kissed him over and over and alternated between sucking his bottom and top lip.

It was as if a light switch had been flipped because both their bodies came alive instantly. Brian whipped his t-shirt off and was on her in an instant. She sank her hands into his hair and met his tongue, stroke for stroke. Erin switched their positions so that he was beneath her and leaned her head to the side to get the maximum amount of pleasure from his mouth, her hips took on a life of their own as she ground against him, up and down and side to side. They moaned together, and Erin hadn't realized how much she wanted him until right then. She also hadn't realized that his hands were in the exact same position, holding her hips in a vice grip. She assumed that he was letting her control the ride and determine how far they did or didn't go. And that made her melt inside.

She pulled her lips away from his and slid down so that her mouth was on his neck. She switched between kissing and sucking his smooth pale skin and every time he tensed underneath her, Erin knew that he was fighting not to flip her over and ravage her right there. She kissed down his bare chest and teased his nipples with the tip of her tongue.

"Shit, Erin," he groaned.

A jolt of arousal shot straight down her legs at the way he said her name and she pushed herself down on him harder than before, forcing his erection right where she wanted it. She moaned and bit down on his lip, which he seemed to enjoy more than she thought he would. Erin pulled him up, so that she was straddling him, and watched his hooded eyes as she slowly pulled her shirt off. She felt a seconds worth of uncertainty but that vanished with the way Brian stared at her breasts like they were the best things he'd ever seen. He licked his lips but still didn't move his hands.

"Touch me," she whispered hotly.

Apparently that was the only nudge he needed. Brian secured her position in his lap with one arm around her waist while the other wrapped around her back. His mouth immediately took possession of her right breast and he devoured it like he was starving. Erin's head fell back and she whispered to him how amazing his mouth felt on her. He licked, sucked and bit her sensitive flesh with just the right amount of pressure, over and over until Erin was sure that might come just from this action alone. He stopped and switched to the other one, working her up more and more with each caress of his tongue.

Brian finally relented and dipped his head down as low as it would go to kiss all over her stomach. He switched their positions and laid her down on his comforter, continuing his quest down her body. She shivered with want and met eyes with him as he slowly pulled her skirt and panties down and revealed her nude form to him. He grunted in amazement and grabbed his constrained erection pressing against his bottoms. He used his free hand to spread Erin's legs and when it looked like he was going to bend down and go to work on her, she grabbed him by the shoulders and shook her head.

"Next time," she said, her voice raspy with lust. "I want you right now."

He made quick work of removing his jeans and boxers and she pulled him on top of her. Their mouths met in a messy, desperate kiss and she whimpered when he rubbed his tip against her warm center.

"You're so wet," he groaned.

"And it's all for you," she whispered, which only made him groan again, that coupled with the feeling her hand gently moving up and down his hard length.

“W-wait,” he murmured, sitting up and reaching for his bedside table, not wanting to leave her body. Brian just barely reached the familiar feeling of a foil wrapper and caught it between his fingers, quickly tearing the package open and using the latex to cover himself. He pulled her back to him, settling between her legs and kept his eyes on her face as he guided himself inside her and paused once she gasped and he felt her flinch beneath him. He brushed back the spirals of curls from clouding her face, wanting to make sure she was comfortable. “You alright, jagi?” he asked, his eyes searching for any sort of discomfort.

Erin nodded quickly and blushed at her reaction "It's just been a while, but I'm fine" she replied with a soft chuckle "But hey..that's the first time you've called me that."

"Called you what?"

"Jagi, I like it"

Brian grinned and rested his forehead against Erin's shoulder, his hips swiveled slightly against Erin's even though he was truly trying not to move for Erin's sake. He didn't want to hurt her but there was only so much he could do to remain still while she was wrapped so tightly around him.

"Are you ready for me, jagiya?" Brian whispered against her ear and pressed his pillow soft lips to the skin beneath her earlobe.

Erin nodded and slowly he pulled back until the head of his member was lined up with her entrance, reaching between them to tease her with strokes up and down her slit. Then he finally slid his entire length into her, stopping only when he reached the hilt. Erin's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she groaned so loudly that she was sure his neighbors could hear her. He began to move, slowly, pushing in and out of her at very slow pace, feeling every inch of her, and letting her do the same.

"Oh god...Brian" Erin managed to gasp as her hips moved in time with his, his name tumbling from her lips again and again as he picked up the pace so that he was now pounding into her. The sounds of his breathing and grunts, mixed with Erin's soft moans and whimpers and the sound of skin on skin was a symphony that filled Brian's studio space.

“Baby… fuck,” lifting his head back up, Brian gazed down at her and took in her expressions of pleasure with pride before dipping down and capturing her lips in a sloppy, passionate kiss. A thin layer of sheer sweat formed over their bodies, and his grip on her waist tightened. With every moan and word to slip past her plump lips, Brian felt his length twitch deep within her. It took everything in him to hold out until she had reached her own climax.

Bringing one of her legs up over his shoulder, Brian looked down to where their bodies met and groaned at the sight. Her soaking heat taking him in with every stroke, her essence covering his length while he plowed into her at an increased speed. Holding her leg up just a little bit higher, he could feel himself hitting her hilt while her core quivered around him. Chest heaving and sweat dripping down his body, his hair becoming damp, Brian felt his undoing approaching him.

Reaching down between them, he placed a slick thumb on her swollen clit and began rubbing furiously. “Come on, baby. You gonna come?” Grunting and matching with his thrusts, he was determined to get her finish before he did— and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out. Erin felt her clit throb intensely and her walls twitch around his member. She couldn’t hold back the sharp, loud moans that left her mouth. Erin released a sensuous moan into the air and she felt her entire body coil then suddenly stiffen as her orgasm rocked through her hot core. As soon as Erin hit her climax, Brian allowed himself to be overcome with pleasure. He gripped onto her skin tightly, sloppily and mercilessly pounding into her before he released himself and his face buried in her neck as he let out a string of profanities. He slowly lowered his entire weight on top of her, his head resting snugly against her breasts.

The room was silent except for the sounds of their heavy pants and stray whimpers. Brian slowly removed himself from her body and Erin worked up the strength to turn and look at him. Their eyes met and he smiled. Which made Erin smile and a flicker of warmth flare up within her. Lazily, she reached over to cradle his face as Brian pulled her into his arms and threaded his fingertips through her curly nest of hair.

Erin wanted to say something while she laid there with his rapid heartbeat returning to normal against her eardrum, but everything that came to mind just made it sound like she was complimenting a male escort. When she tilted her head upwards and Brian leaned down to kiss her again gently again Erin realized that maybe for once she really didn't need to say anything.

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