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sexwithamanda · 9 months

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A deep dive, a hike let's say. Not physically but mentally.

Episode #345

Hello,

I make these when I feel the most inspired. This last week was lovely, I went out a lot but I spent time with both my lovers, I pray they never read these, but I am sure one day these will be read, not aloud in a classroom I hope. It's a humid, hot, cloudy, wet day in the beautiful state of Florida. I am sitting at a coffee shop where I've tasted butterfly tea, which tastes like lemonade more than anything. It has a dark purple color and on the counter, I spied a cake that resembled Oreo. I decide for that, it's gluten and vegan. If I told you that I was trying to be healthier would you believe me? I suppose I don't seem to be that way. It was yummy, and I read a few (more than a few) pages of this memoir that has me on my toes. She is a writer and went to school for journalism. I've always felt that writing and putting something out there is insane. We all have a voice to talk about anything, that's why music is universal. If all the lyrics are in a different language, we still can continue to feel exactly what they are saying regardless of the fact that we don't speak that language.

Last week I went into a meeting, I like to speak as you can tell from my typing. I suppose that it is obvious that my clicking and clacking on my laptop in this quiet coffee shop seems to annoy the men next to me, but I digress with I am being me. Let it be. Right at this split second the song playing, is by tears for Fears. You decide if my life is a movie because I have already decided that it is. Anyways back to the meeting, I am talking about. I don't look at people as adults anymore. I assume everyone is a child, regardless of how you think t might be, we can be professional but we are all children at a point. Things we do, mistakes we make, and accomplishments that occur all happen because we learn from others. This meeting was an intro to exactly what I've been wanting for a while. A taste of who I could be as a public speaker. I don't think I'm perfect, but I think that healing is a journey that rules us over. We tend to be selfish about our lives. I had a conversation last night with my friend, and each time we speak I feel we learn a bit more about ourselves rather than the other. I give her the space to speak as she gives me my space to speak as well. I learned that I get tired easily maybe I should get that checked out but I can confirm that I love someone that I really shouldn't. It is okay though. Life is too short not to face the facts. I think head-on, I want to be exclusive with this person but I also think that I want to be friends. I need to deal with myself first, but once I feel that I can finally trust myself to trust someone I think that's when I could commit to them.

In other news, we both discovered that we miss each other dearly all the time, because we are two peas in a pod, and we have each other's back. I think that my sense of self is reflected in the darkness of my sorrows, and probably for good I can sense that I will be way better off. I guess for a while I thought that the only occupancy of people's company came with an abundant reach for bad decisions. I then tend to let myself be swept away from all reality when I am with my friends. They make me feel so safe, kind, and sweet. I got really lucky.

Next topic of discussion; my podcast, sex with Amanda on spotify. It is my baby, but let me explain that I know that people listen to it, people I know. I am brutally honest, and I am myself. I think that it is my therapy, the raw truth of my thoughts when it comes to it. I think the people that I want to listen to it won't, which is good for me. But, in actuality, these secrets are for the entire world to listen to. It's not just relatable it's my life. Inevitably it is my happiness. I feel a sense of ease after every Friday session. My episodes are unedited, I speak my truth and let myself be completely honest. (sometimes it is mean.)

Now here is a side note, my favorite thing to talk about is sex, but it is the education, the feeling, and the love of intimacy in the space of someone else that makes me feel loved. I love love. I love sex. I love sex with someone who makes me feel as though everything is right and how it is supposed to be. I don't want to be rushed unless it feels right but I also want to be healthy. I want it to be sacred in a way. I don't have sex with anyone, but with someone who has a connection to me, with me, and makes me feel good. If I've been intimate with someone, (if I chose to, because in some instances that is not the case), you have made me feel at ease. I love the feeling.

I have an addiction that is hard for me to describe, if you come across this, go on spotify, look up sex with Amanda. Take a listen to one of my episodes or wait till this upcoming Friday for the newest one. I can't wait to have a conversation with you.

Thank you for reading, listening, and being.

Mahal Kita,

Amanda

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ceres-t4xidermy · 1 year

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I feel like shit. For real, this time.

Been remembering things. Locked out my account. Closed commissions. Everything coming back to me all at once. No strength to get out of bed. To draw, to write, to play something.

Remembered my old friends treating me like garbage. Remembered my grandmother treating me like garbage. How she would threat me to call the police when I was 4 for silly things, like not cleaning my room or don't wanting to eat. I remember having real anxiety crisis when she was close to the phone. I remember crying, begging her to not call the cops on me. A literal child. And I also remember talking to our housekeeper and she saying that my grandmother told her all that with a weird pride on it. Pride. Of traumatizing a child.

But no, that's no abuse. Everyone says it's not abuse, so I must suck it up. It's nothing. And talk about this makes me dramatic and means I am playing the victim.

She would also say to me that people would follow my steps home and kidnap me. Until this very day I'm scared of walking the small plaza in front of my home to exercise a bit. I never go there. Never.

I found a Facebook memory of me saying that she had called me retarded. Screaming. She would also tell me I'm autistic, and until this day I have doubts of my mental abilities because of that, even though my psychologist said I'm not. The Facebook post has only 10 years.

I also remember when she humiliated me by telling everyone in a bank that I would beat her when we get home. What did I do to deserve that? She asked me to count the money and I told her to wait. I remember that clearly. And she just... Said, loud and clear, that I would beat her. She loved to do that. She would say to my face that I dreamed of spanking her just because she wanted to denounce me to the police. Why? Because I talk while gesticulating. Since I can remember she would say that I wanted to beat her just because this silly thing I do.

She also made me feel ashamed of laughing in public. I still cover my mouth when I laugh because of this. She would say my smile is ugly. She would also say that I only looked at her with hate... When I did not. Even though I had all the motivation for it. She made me too scared of her to even think of it, sometimes I wouldn't even look at her.

She was the one to hit me. A lot of times. Physically and emotionally. But I was the one in the wrong. Always me.

I would go to school with this in mind, and would be easily manipulated. Because I was alone. I was always alone, and they tricked me to think that I had friends. But I had to mold myself to them. I had to read what they liked, watch what they liked, listen to band that they liked it.

And if I suggested anything, that was garbage.

I remember my "best friend" getting mad at me and ceasing talking to me for a week... Just because I dared to say I didn't like a band she told me to listen to. I still have trouble sharing anything I like. I have this... Guilty. Of being alive. Of daring liking what I like.

This same friend would get angry at me if I suggested anything she already knew. Some years later, after lots of talking, another friend convinced me that it was okay to put my songs in her speakers. She started singing along, and I remember that I expected her to turn around and fight me because she knew that song... But the fight never came.

I would be in the shadow of this former friend. Everything I would do it would be for her, because I was scared of losing her. And she knew. She would select the friends I'd have, she would manipulate me to get what she wanted through me. And I didn't knew any better, sadly. Who would help me? My grandmother? My mother, who would not even defend me at home? My useless father? I was alone.

It's been 10 or so years since I set myself this toxic friendship. It cost me everyone. Because no one checked on me after that. Because she was the cool one, I was just the weird copy of her. It still hurts. A lot. I've never learned how to make friends, I've never learned how to be myself. I've never learned who I am. All I know is this guilt. I open my mouth, I feel guilty. Of what? I don't know. I feel guilty. I feel guilty of sharing what I like. I feel guilty of my art. I feel guilty of talking about my novel. I feel guilty of the music I like. I feel guilty of existing.

I'm almost 30 and I haven't achieved anything. I still have to deal with a heavy depression and anxiety from all of this. But this was not abuse. Of course not. I'm just playing the victim card. I don't deserve good things. Everything was on me. Who the fuck cares if people would treat me badly? That was on me for existing. That is my fault. All my fault. I should had stayed in the shadows of her.

I do hope my grandmother is rotting in hell. Or whatever place she is right now. I hope she's paying what she did to me. Because it's been four fucking years of therapy and I haven't even scratched the surface of the whole damage she did to me. And that I will never forgive.

I didn't cried when she died. I didn't help at the hospital. I didn't care. Like she didn't care to me. If that makes me a bad person, so be it. She would always say that I was evil, didn't she. I don't care.

I just wish I could live my life without this guilt of being myself. I mean... I don't even know who I am, to be honest.

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emerald-chaos · 3 years

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Touchdown

*gif not mine, credit goes to the owner*

I just want to take a moment to say thank you for the love on my last fic! It made my lil ole heart swell to see that peopled enjoyed it enough to leave a like or reblog.

This is just something special I had in my arsenal that I wrote for a friend a few months ago. I touched it up a bit and added a few things here and there. It all started when we were talking about how much we loved when Chris' accent got heavier after he'd been drinking, and well, I couldn't help myself lol. I hope you enjoy the fluff! xoxo

I apologize for any grammatical errors, I tried to proof-read but am also a little exhausted lol.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 2844

Warnings: I don't think there's anyway? Mentions of being drunk/drinking alcohol, cursing, and illusions to sexy times, but that's about it.

You hadn’t noticed how furiously your knee was bouncing up and down until the person sitting next to you on the subway got up to move seats once the train squealed to a stop. You sighed and ran your hands down the front of your thighs. Normally being a little late didn’t bother you as much, but tonight you were meeting him.

You flipped your wrist over to check your watch. 8:30pm. In all honesty, it had probably been only thirty seconds later than when you checked it the last time. Another deep sigh escaped from your lips as you started to become hyper aware of the train remaining still at the current stop. What could possibly be taking so long? You knew he wouldn’t care if you were running late, but the time the two of you had together already felt so minuscule. You wanted to capitalize on every second you could.

The train began moving again and you slumped back into your seat, feeling only a small amount of relief. It was becoming painfully apparent that you needed to try and relax. You could feel the sweat building up on your body, the sting on your palms from where your fingernails were pressing in with a vengeance moments ago, and you could hear your heart thumping in your ears. Your hand dug around in your purse for a few moments before finding the small case you were looking for. Opening it, you slipped your headphones into your ears and let your head rest on the window behind you as music intertwined with your thoughts.

Once upon a time, you made fun of people who decided to go to grad school. What kind of a clown would spend thousands of MORE dollars and go BACK to school?? Not to mention the stress of the assignments, the due dates - it was not for you...or so you thought.

Now here you are, a regular booboo the fool.

NYU’s graduate program for design and merchandising wasn’t necessarily part of your 5-year plan, but when the opportunity landed in front of you it was difficult to pass up. NYU was a school you had only dreamt of attending back in high school. When you were a senior in high school you were able to tour the campus and fell in love immediately. Hours upon hours were spent researching grants, scholarships, and all sorts of ways to try to make it happen. However, the dream ended as most teenage dreams do - crushed. There was no way you or your parents could afford the loans that it would surely wrack up to attend the out of state university, and there was no way you could ask your parents take on that kind of debt just so you could go to college. UMass was the way to go - close to home and familiar. Not to mention you were able to obtain several scholarships and grants that helped bring down the cost tremendously. Little did you know, boring ole UMass would bring you one of the most important things in your life.

Applying for graduate school wasn’t an easy decision and one you couldn’t really take all the credit for. A smile crept across your face as you reminisced on the night you nervously brought up the idea to your long-term boyfriend.

“I think you should do it,”

“I know, right?” you scoffed, “it’s insane, why would I do something so stup...wait, what? You do?”

“Of course I do. This is something you love and that you’re passionate about. Do you know how many hours of my life were spent listening to you ramble about NYU?” he questioned with a grin.

“It will open up so many doors for you. We can make things work,” a chuckle escaped from those beautiful lips as he saw your dumbfounded expression. He wrapped his fingers around your waist and pulled you close, “What? Did you expect me to forbid it? Cmon, baby, what kind of guy do you take me for?”

You didn’t have a lot of wins in your life, but you did have Chris.

When you got accepted, he took off a week from work to drive you 3 and a half hours south to help get you settled and moved into your temporary new home. The two of you ate a disgusting amount of pizza, moved a ridiculous amount of heavy furniture in the middle of a summer heat wave, and enjoyed each other’s company before the long-distance thing would set in. Chris spent that week encouraging you every step of the way, talking you off the ledge when you were convinced you had made the wrong decision, and made sure to help you christen every possible surface of your new place in the most deliciously sinful way.

You bit your lip slightly at the thought and a warm feeling spread across your face. Chris was one of the most incredible people you had met in this world. Kind, caring, funny, intelligent, passionate, and god was he sexy. The connection the two of you had was scary at first, but now you just couldn’t imagine spending your life with anyone else.

The robotic voice came over the loud-speaker in the subway car and you were rudely ripped back to reality as it pulled into your stop. You hurriedly scooped up your bag and jogged off the train.

It had been a promise between the two of you when you moved that there would be equal effort when it came to visiting and keeping in contact while having good, open communication. Long distance was hard but the two of you were determined to make it work. FaceTime calls, hours upon hours of texting, and even as far as writing the occasional letter back and forth (because your boyfriend was a hopeless romantic and you loved it so much). This weekend was your turn to come home to visit, and of course your last class had to go longer than anticipated. Fuckin’ Tiffany and her stupid ass questions.

The muscles of your calves burned as you kept up your hurried pace, weaving through the crowds of people gathered on sidewalks outside of various clubs and restaurants. It was a weekend night and the Patriots were playing, which meant the city was more alive than usual. New York was it's own beast, but it was a different type of hustle and bustle. Nights like these made your heart ache for home - the thick Massachusetts accents, the rowdy voices of bar patrons arguing about the game, the hugs shared between family members as they parted after dinner, and the faint smell of nicotine and alcohol that hung in the air.

As the neon sign that hung in the pub window came in to view you felt your heart dip down into your stomach. Last weekend’s visit had to be cancelled due to some stuff coming up with Chris’ work and a surprise assignment for you, so you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in 2 weeks. With a deep breath you swung open the door and scanned the crowd for him. He told you that he would be there promptly at 7:15pm for pregame shenanigans with his friends - which actually translated to how many pitchers of beer could they suck down before kick off.

“Aw, come ON! That is such a bullshit call!”

You heard him before you saw him. Of course. A grin spread across your lips as you shook your head. The thought of leaving to avoid secondhand embarrassment crossed your mind briefly before you picked up your feet and made your way through the crowd toward the sound. A room full of people from New England and you would still recognize that voice anywhere.

Everyone else seemed to fade away as you saw the outline of the tall, dark haired man standing at the bar. The slight freckles that spattered the back of his neck, the Brady jersey that he spent WAY too much money customizing, and the signature backward ball cap were ingrained in your subconscious memory. Not to mention if you didn’t recognize his outline or his voice, you would definitely recognize that ass anywhere.

You loved how passionate he got about sports and the way his Boston accent seemed to get thicker with each beer he consumed. Growing up in the area, you wouldn't think the accent would send a tingle down your spine the way it does, but it was different - it was Chris. Not to mention the sparkle in his eye when he would watch his favorite team or the way he would get in to arguments whenever someone tried to say something negative about them. You loved your big, handsome, over-sized toddler man so damn much.

A light tap on his shoulder made him whip around, his slightly opened mouth from his interrupted conversation curved upwards into a wicked grin as he made the connection of who was finally standing in front of him.

“Hey there, handsome. I don’t see a ring on your finger. You single?” You grinned, feeling your entire body fill with warmth as Chris leaned back and grabbed his chest as he erupted in laughter.

“Nah, nah, nah, unfortunately for you I am taken” he responded as he snaked his arms around your waist, sliding his hands into your back pockets as he pulled you into his figure.

“That is too bad,” you tsk'd, running a finger down his toned bicep, “she’s one lucky girl.”

“I think I’m the lucky one,” he grinned. He leaned down to meet your lips in a kiss. You sighed into it, allowing your body to mold itself so perfectly into his. The taste of beer on his lips and the smell of his cologne was intoxicating - it was home. You immediately allowed him entrance as you felt his tongue glide along your bottom lip. Your body felt small in his strong grip and you couldn’t help but laugh a bit as he gave your ass a firm squeeze. Normally, this type of bold, public display of affection would make you cringe away but at this point you were lost in Chris that you had absolutely no shame. Each time the two of you embraced had always felt like the first. Your heart still fluttered and your knees still got weak, like you were a 16 year old being kissed for the first time.

In the middle of your reunion moment, however, something happened in the game that made the entire bar erupt in boo’s and curses. Chris lifted his lips from yours to look over his shoulder and inspect what he had missed. You laughed and shook your head as you pushed him back towards his friends and took a seat in the bar stool he had been standing behind initially. His large hands found a natural place on your shoulders. While his eyes remained glued on the TV he began applying a moderate amount of pressure to your neck and shoulders. You didn’t realize how much your body craved that touch, his touch, until you immediately melted back into him.

The bartender slid a beer in front of you with a wink and you mouthed your thanks. You felt a twinge in your heart as you looked around, taking in the atmosphere of the bar. This was a typical weekend night for the two of you whenever you were living together. Football, drinks, pub food, and friends. If it wasn’t this pub it was your living room, just a couple blocks away. You didn’t even mind that it was your first night back and you weren’t alone, spending it immediately wrapped up in your satin sheets. The atmosphere, the people - it was so warm and familiar that you really wouldn’t rather be doing anything else. Plus, being wrapped up together in the sheets was sure to follow.

“I missed you,” hummed a pair of lips as they placed a kiss on the shell of your ear. A shiver shot down your spine at the sensation of his warm breath fanning over your neck. You reached up a hand and connected it to the nape of his neck.

“I missed you too,” you replied, turning your head to plant a kiss on his stubbled cheek.

His arms changed position as he wrapped them in front of your shoulders and crossed them, resting his chin on the top of your head. Your hand absentmindedly rubbed his forearms as you nursed your beer and placed your focus onto the game for the first time tonight.

The laughter seemed to escape from your chest naturally and effortlessly the entire night, as it always had a habit of doing when Chris was around. The camaraderie between him and his buddies during a game was something you’d grown to enjoy over the years. Chris’ competitive nature and the way his jaw clenched when something wasn’t going the way he wanted was always kinda...hot. All of his friends were huge assholes, but in the best way. It was always entertaining to hear them jab at each other and do what they could to rile someone up. They were the life of every party you had ever attended and they had a way of making a boring night a lot more interesting.

Thankfully (for the integrity of the bar) the Pats won the game with a surprise touchdown in the last 30 seconds of the game. Chris, being the guy he is, bought a final round for his friends and a nearby group they had been going back and forth with all night. You couldn’t help but laugh as he drunkenly leaned across the counter and slurred his order to the bartender.

“I need a round for m’friends and for these assholes over here who thought Tom Brady was anything but a winner!” the group started yelling in protest and he simply waved them off and started sliding beers down the bar.

The group eventually moved to a bigger round top so everyone could shoot the shit and banter about the outcome of the game. You were tucked into Chris’ side, hands intertwined as he was passionately discussing the importance of Brady’s legacy with a stranger who made the mistake of stopping to talk to him. Your eyes followed the motion of your thumb as it traced small circles onto the back of his. Your other hand under your chin, holding up the weight of your head as your exhaustion started to catch up with you. Chris, although slightly drunk, picked up on your body language and raised your hand to his lips for a kiss.

“Alright, fellas,” he said as he stood up from his seat, pulling you up with him, “the lady and I are gonna call it a night. See you boys next weekend”.

“Chris, we don’t have to go,” you began to protest as he tucked his jacket around your shoulders.

“Mm, ‘course we do,” he replied with a soft smile, “you’re so tired, baby. I can see it in those beautiful eyes”.

You could feel your cheeks turn a light shade of pink as you rolled your eyes at his attempt at laying it on thick. After what felt like a proper 10 minute goodbye session, the group said their final goodbyes, hugs included, and you walked out of the pub hand in hand.

The walk home was filled with the sounds of cars passing by and conversation of what each other had missed in the week prior. Small talk typically felt like such a chore, but with Chris every conversation came naturally. Even when he had absolutely no idea what you were talking about, he would listen intently and ask all the questions as if it was the most interesting conversation in the world.

The lock on the apartment door clicked as you pushed it open and entered. You smiled as you stopped into the middle of the living room, taking in the home you missed so dearly. A soft tapping of toenails against the hardwood made your heart soar as you met the eyes of your sweet pup, Dodger. A squeal left your lips as you squatted down to give love to the sweet boy. Chris always made fun of you when you came home, saying that you always seemed to miss Dodger more than you did him and I mean, he wasn’t entirely wrong about that statement.

Once again lost in your own world, you didn’t even notice Chris leaned up against the wall watching you with a smile.

“Oh my god,” you gushed, standing up, “do you like...like me or something?”

Chris grinned as he crossed the room and caught your belt loop with his finger, pulling you into him slowly.

“Yeah,” his voice had dropped down an octave, “you could say that”.

“Mm,” your tongue swiped across your lower lip and you wrapped your arms around his neck, “care to show me how much?”

The look in his eyes made your core burn. The tension building between you two became too much to handle as you crashed your lips into his. The kisses were messy and you could feel the sense of urgency between you two. His beard scratched against the column of your throat with a delicious burn as he left wet kisses across your jaw and down the side of your neck. Chris’ hands found their way back into the ass pockets of your jeans as he started walking you back towards the direction of the bedroom.

Soon, there was a trail of clothes leading to your bedroom and you felt very sorry for your neighbors. It had been a long time, but Chris always had a way of welcoming you home.

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thatpoppinat · 3 years

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When The World Knows (Pt 1)

pt 2

It's been a while since Marinette has had time to herself. Thankfully, this isn't due to her responsibilities as Ladybug.

In fact, Hawkmoth seemed to be losing whatever motivation he once had for terrorizing Paris, and akumas were becoming scarce. This could have also meant that he was planning something big, but if Marinette was being 100% honest with you, Hawkmoth was becoming the least of her concerns.

Was her growing fame something she should be concerned about? She couldn’t tell you.

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It all started on accident, if you were to ask Marinette. She had just went to visit her uncle Jagged while he was making music for an upcoming show that was being produced. After spending some time with him, he eventually introduced her to Hugo Morris, the director of "Autodale; a noir-esque dystopian show that is ‘the next being thing’”.

Hugo had apparently aided in the release of multiple blockbuster and popular shows. Marinette had no doubt that this one would be well received by the public, just by seeing the detailed sets being created all around her.

Almost jokingly, Jagged had encouraged Marinette to audition for the lead role as Aubrey; the Exceptional Girl. After all; Marinette matched the director's description of her very well, apparently.

She was given the script, and she auditioned. She didn't expect to get the role.

And somehow - miraculously - she did. Two days after her audition, she received a callback.

Marinette, after receiving the email, promptly had a seizure. She didn't think she was that good. But apparently, the producer saw something in her.

When she came in the week after to meet the rest of the cast, Marinette could only think about how big the production was, or worry if whether or not she was gonna screw something up with her world renowned clumsiness. She was Marinette Dupain-Cheng after all.

Speaking of her being her, the thought of being on the big screen made her head spin. In the past, she always thought that if she were to ever work in a film production, she would have been on the design team. Designing clothes was her dream after all.

But she guessed the saying was true: "If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans." She was brought back in, she met the rest of the cast, and they were given scripts to read over and have decently memorized by the end of the month.

To only add to the workload, Marinette was still a school student. She hadn't even told her classmates about this.

… Her classmates, the people who didn't even bother to question if Lila was telling the truth; who didn't even care if Marinette's feelings were hurt; the people who didn't even hesitate to isolate her and bully her 'for Lila's sake', even after all she had done for them. And Adrien, who knew what they were doing to her, but chose to keep him mouth shut.

It was safe to say, that after all they'd done, they were merely classmates. Forced acquaintances, if you will.

After a few seconds of thought, Marinette decided not to tell them. She didn't want them to ruin this for her.

She'd have to tell Principal Damocles and Mrs. Bustier, however. If this production was as big as the cast was saying it was, she'd clearly be missing a lot of class.

And, after months of working with fellow actors, memorizing scripts, helping make props, doing schoolwork online, and keeping her nosy classmates from finding out, she could safely say that was the case.

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Speaking of classmates.

When she was needed for the production of "Autodale" , Marinette rarely ever saw them. Being the lead role in a long production show would mess up your schedule one way or another. When she did go into that class, it was filled with people constantly going up to her new, lonely seat in the back and asking were she had been.

Instead of answering them, she simply shrugged and told them it wasn't their business. This got on their nerves to no end. At one point, Lila was spreading rumors and lies about how she saw Marinette hanging out with some older men (Marinette had to practically nail herself to the seat as she heard Lila "whisper" it to her loyal followers).

But Mrs. Bustier quickly shot that down and told the class that she knew where she "disappeared to", that it was a safe environment, and that per request of Marinette and her parents, the class wasn't allowed to know. Mrs. Bustier then scolded Lila about telling people things that could lead to trouble, with no proof anyway.

Lila then recovered by spilling crocodile tears and saying that she was only trying to help her dear friend Mari.

Well, at least Ms. Bustier wasn’t a wallflower anymore.

It was then classmates started to question Lila, not completely doubting her, though. Which made Marinette want to pull her hair out.

Marinette didn't end up doing that. After all, she had something to look forward too!

A sneak peek of Autodale was being broadcasted during an award show after school. Marinette couldn't wait! Marinette and the rest of the cast had gotten to see it early, and they were impressed with the craftsmanship.

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The next day, Autodale was all anyone would talk about at school.

And of course, Lila had to be apart of it.

"It took them a long time to make the animation that phenomenal. The team poured their hearts and souls into this project. Oh, Hugo is such a good director. He's really nice in real life, too! But, I think that may just be because he has a huge crush on me.

“Oh! yeah, I know the secret main actress. She's just secretive and only wants to reveal herself to the public after the episodes are released on Netflix. We're basically besties- sorry Alya! Aww! Of course Alya, I can try to get you an interview with her after the show is released. She might be busy, being the lead role in an anticipated TV and all, but I'll try my best! No problem!"

Oh the irony. She would've laughed.

But she was focused with what she said prior to claiming their supposed "friendship".

Did Lila know that Morris was a forty year old man and that she had just basically accused him of being a pedophile. That detail probably didn't matter to her. Lila probably would have said it anyway.

Marinette clenched her fists. Lila could spread all of the lies she wanted (she decided it wasn't worth it after seeing how gullible and unyielding her classmates were), but the fact that she was basically claiming how one of her father figures, with a wife whom he was deeply in love with, was a cheating, flirty pedophile made her blood boil.

It must've shown on her face. In a split second, Lila faces her, hiding a small smirk, then loudly proclaimed to her her:

"Aww! There's no need to be jealous Marinette! I might be able to get her to meet you! But, from what I've told her about you, I don't think she'll want to." Lila shook her head, as if she was pitying her. The class threw sneers her way.

Adrien winced, but, once again, did nothing, then looked away.

Marinette took a deep breath.

"No, no. That's fine," she smiled.

Then, with a stroke of luck, she was saved by the bell.

Thank the Gods for lunch period, she thought.

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She headed to the locker room. Once they were alone, Tikki emerged from her hiding spot.

"Are you okay?" Tikki frowned.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," Marinette insisted. "I just feel like talking to Carlos."

Carlos was one of the many actors and actresses she met on the set. Carlos played Macro, Aubrey's main love interest. He was funny, understanding, and would listen to her rants of frustration. All in all, they had a great relationship with each other.

Not a romantic one, mind you.

Carlos was gay.

She dialed his number, and he almost immediately responded. She put him on speaker.

"Hey Marshmallow!" Carlos exclaimed

"Hello, rainbow fish."

"Let me guess. Lila?" he questioned.

She sighed, "Yeah. You know me too well."

"So, what she do this time?"

"She essentially called Hugo a pedophile."

"...What?" He practically hissed.

"Yep. Said she knew the old man and claimed he had a crush on her."

"That lying two-faced fox." he sneered.

"She also said she knew the secret lead, that they were practically besties, and then straight up looked at me and proclaimed to everyone that the lead didn't like me."

“Wow. And they actually believed her?

"They always have been. And Adrien did nothing, again." Tikki handed her one of her cookies. She was missing lunch time.

"Seriously, that Agreste boy needs to grow a pair! I'm starting to think he just doesn't care."

Marinette said nothing. She could practically hear him rubbing his temples.

"*sigh* Don't worry Marinette. With the pilot episode being released next Tuesday, they'll learn the truth and regret treating you like trash. Everyone will finally know that Lila has been spewing bullshit since she arrived."

"I really hope so. I'm not sure how long I can take this."

"Girl, I'm telling you! Transfer schools! It's obvious that they're the type to suck up to influential people. Once they find out you're the secret lead, and MDC, they're gonna clam up to you so fast for clout it's not even funny."

THAT was another thing she hardly told anyone. A couple of weeks ago, she opened a commission website called MDCDesigns.

To help her out - and because they believed her clothes were to die for - , Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale began to wear her designs more often. It wasn't long until the Style Queen herself read a review, and for the first time in a long time, she wasn't tearing a brand to shreds.

In fact, she actually seemed to like her designs.

"They have potential, I'll admit. Certainly about average. Marvelous designs. " Style Queen said in her review. "If they keep this up, they'll certainly have a spot in the industry." She turned to the cameras. "Also, if you're watching this MDC, know that if we ever meet, I'd like a cream colored faux fur scarf."

Her website practically crashed due to the insane amount of commissions she had received that night. Ever since then, people have been dying to know who this mysterious designer was. She wondered if opening the shop was a good decision: not because of her career, mind you, but her health.

Regardless, she was planning to reveal herself after the pilot episode was aired on HBO (not Netflix Lila. If your gonna lie about something, at least research it beforehand)in an interview -with proof, as many people have claimed to be MDC since then.

She sat there in thought, when she was done thinking she responded.

"That... that sounds like a good idea. Well, the Earth doesn't revolve around me! How is your trip going yo-"

Suddenly, she heard footsteps and a door being slammed closed.

She froze.

"What was that??!"

She’d had Carlos on speaker the entire time.

Someone had been watching her.

And the person must've heard everything they said.

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Hi!

So, this is my first project, and I’m not sure I wanna continue writing it. If you wanna adopt it, I don’t mind. Positive criticism is welcome! Reblog if you want idc rn.

Also, seriously, Check out the series "Autodale” created by Dead Sound on youtube. It can be a little dark, but I think most people can handle it! It’s amazing!

This is also kinda based off of the tumblr fanfic “After The Week Off”. Huge thanks to princesslenaakaladykittuna for the link.

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Anyways, have a nice day!

#lila salt #au #MDC #miraculous #class salt #ml #mlb #ml au #WTWK

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moonlit-imagines · 3 years

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Misbehavior (Part 2)

Jason Todd x batkid!reader

warnings:

a/n:

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part 1

Jason and you had completely lost track of time during the bonding session he’d enacted over ice cream, but that wasn’t a bad thing.

It was starting to get dark out, that meant that you’d have to start patrol soon.

“I guess we’d better get out of here.” You sighed while wiping melted ice cream off of your hands with a napkin.

“Yeah!” Jason slapped the table, making you jump back. “Yeah, we do! We’re going to see Bruce!”

“What are you going on about?” You asked while shoving your garbage together, a little intrigued by Jason’s sudden excitement to see Bruce. He was never excited to see Bruce. Ever.

“I’m gonna give that trust fund baby a piece of my mind.” Jason grabbed his trash and threw it away as he stormed out the door, giving you barely enough time to catch up. You rushed to the car and fell into the passenger seat, not even able to close the door before Jason his the gas. He had this look in his eyes, one that you only saw on special occasions. Like when Alfred makes margaritas.

“Wait give me your guns before we get anywhere near there.” You instructed as he swerved around three different cars. “And slow down, for god’s sake. Remember when Dick got in that car wreck? New stations ate that stuff up, we don’t need that kind of publicity again.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jason laughed at you as he flipped through the radio stations.

“Guns.” You demanded once more.

“Don’t have ‘em. Came unarmed. Because of the school.” You crossed your arms and stared at him until he noticed from the corner of his eye and groaned. “Under the seat.”

“Thank you.” You perkily answered while leaning over and fishing for his weapons. Crisis averted.

“Okay so, I’m gonna go in the Batcave and give Bruce a piece of my mind,” Jason explained over the blaring speakers, “I need you to stay nearby just in case he decides he’s sick of my shit and like, call’s Ra’s to undo my resurrection or something!”

“What?” You shouted back, trying not to laugh at his plan.

“Are you asking what did I say or are you asking what am I talking about?” You tried to reach for the volume knob, but Jason just pushed your hand away. “Don’t you dare turn my music down!”

“Jay, it’s a commercial!”

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Jason had stormed through the Manor full-speed while you loosely followed, wondering how this would turn out. The two of you arrived to the grandfather clock in no-time, Jason rotated the hands to open the wall.

“Why the fuck isn’t it opening?” Jason grumbled as you pushed him aside. “Don’t tell me he changed the code.

“You put in 10:46.” You poked the minute hand a smidge upwards and stepped back as the Batcave entrance revealed itself.

“So fuckin’ tedious.” Jason muttered while rushing down the stairs, leaving you to scramble after him. Your footsteps left an echo each time you hit the metal, which always scared you for some reason. Or maybe it was the fact that there were holes in the steps that revealed a drop into the great unknown. “Bruceeee!” Jason called into the cavern of delusional know as the “Batcave.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” The adoptive father that you had in common pinched the bridge of his nose as he sat before the Batcomputer. “What is it, Jason?” He asked, swiveling his seat to face the two of you. “Y/N, you should get ready for patrol.”

“No, no, no, y/n. Stay right there.” Jason commanded with his arm out, halting your from any further movement. “Bruce, are you fucking kidding me?”

“What’s the problem this time?” He asked bluntly, seeming to just barely care about Jason’s anger. I mean, he was usually like this, it wasn’t new or anything.

“This kid right here. This one.” Jason pointed to you. Well, to the right of you. You weren’t exactly where he thought you were behind him. “You need to start giving a shit, because man, this kid is special.”

“I care about all my children equally.” Bruce’s lies rolled right off of his tongue, it was fascinating.

“Bullshit, man!” Jason shouted back at his father, you were beginning to think this was more personal than ever. “I’ve been talking to this kid for like, six hours. Bullied, ignored, talented, badass, and some other stuff! But do you care about any of that? You didn’t even care enough to pick them up from school!” Jason’s face was starting to get a little red, you were contemplating whether or not you shoukd step in and give him a break.

“I had work to do, Jason. You know this.” Bruce was showing absolutely no remorse, it was sickening. Your stomach was literally turning whike you watched.

“If it were Tim or Damian you would’ve sprinted out the door, don’t even lie!” Jason replied, watching Bruce’s eyebrows lift up. “I barely knew y/n before today, and that sucks. That’s my little sibling, I should know more about them. Quick, tell me their middle name.” Your dad was silent, proving your brother’s point. “Uh-huh. It’s m/n.”

“Jason, you’re out of line—” Bruce attempted to scold, but you couldn’t win that game with Jason Todd.

“I’m bot finished yet!” He snapped. “I fuckin’ love this kid. No joke, love ‘em. How can you not?” Listening to this boosted your ego more than you’d like to admit, you weren’t used to all this praise. “That’s my little sibling,” he repeated, “that’s family that gets it.” Before he could go on, a few more of your siblings entered the cave.

“What’s going on here?” Tim asked, triggering a vein-pop in Jason’s forehead.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, replacement?” He rolled his eyes and looked over to you, who was actually doing the same! Heartwarming how that happens.

“Jason has decided to lecture me on how I parent my children.” Bruce answered Tim’s question in such a generalized way that your brother just couldn’t stand for.

“Y/N’s been getting bullied at school and he doesn’t give a single fuck!” Jason announced the the Batclan.

“You didn’t have to tell them that part, Jay.” You whispered while tugging on his sleeve.

“Oh, yes I did. It’s a sympathy tactic.” He whispered back and went on with his speech. “He doesn’t pay any attention to y/n. None of you do! That’s no way to treat one of your own!”

“Get over it, Todd.” Damian clicked his teeth and shoved right past you two, ready to get on with patrol.

“Well, if that’s how you feel then fine! Y/N, pack your shit, you’re staying with me tonight. It’s too crowded in this stupid mansion anyway.” Jason rested a hand on your back and led you out of the cave. “Gonna stop me, Bruce? Didn’t think so.”

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rosepetalmark · 3 years

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too soon.

↬ Jung Jaehyun x Reader ↬2.5k Words ↬Warnings: Mentions of alcohol ↬ Got in my feels one night listening to Keshi so this is inspired by his song “2 soon”

It hurt not having you there. After the breakup, which you both decided was amicable, something inside him snapped.

At first, he let the sadness take over him. He knew these were all normal emotions to process once a breakup occurred, so he let himself mourn his loss. Just because you both decided you needed to focus on yourselves and careers, doesn’t mean it didn’t pain him knowing you wouldn’t be the first person he was able to hug when he got home from work, let alone kiss you whenever he looked your way.

Most days he tried to distract himself, divulging himself into non stop practise, trying to work harder for the groups latest comeback, rather than drown in sorrow over his want for you and your relationship.

Weeks had passed, and so did his urge to drink. At first he thought one shot would do, take the edge off and distract him from his thoughts and cheer him up a little, but five more shots later he was dizzy, sad, and still thinking of you.

He reached for his phone several times in that moment, glancing at your name that’s been untouched for almost two months, desperately wanting to call you and ask if you’re doing well. If you miss him. If you still love him and much as he loves you.

But each time he stopped himself, something within his heart knowing that you needed this time to heal as well. Hell, maybe you’ve already healed and want nothing to do with him. But he doesn’t know that, and he doesn’t want to know that. He just wants to be with you.

And he knows this isn’t a healthy mentality to have. You both made it known that his career is at a very pivotal point, and that’s what he needs to be focusing on until he feels he is stable enough in his career to balance both being an idol, and a caring boyfriend to you.

So each time he’s alone and in his thoughts, he gets wasted and cries about how he lost you, and how he wants nothing more than to put his career aside than to be with you. If you ever heard him say those words, he knows you’d be upset, wanting his happiness and career to be put first. It came before you after all, and you never wanted to be the reason for his career ever taking a negative turn.

It wasn’t until he was at a yearly company party SM threw in December to not only celebrate Christmas, but all the successful comebacks and promotions each of their artists have done throughout the majority of the year. They may have worked NCT and Jaehyun to the bone this year, and this was just the slightest form of appreciation they had to offer.

Yuta and Mark were joking about the time Jaehyun snuck you into one of SM’s after parties after the Golden Disk awards last year, focusing more on you than his friends and groupmates, never leaving your side or your lips for the matter; prompting him to drunkenly declare his love for you in front of the dozens of other celebrities surrounded in the same room as you all.

Jaehyun was embarrassed when he remembered the next day, but you on the other hand thought it was sweet. Knowing that he didn’t care what his repercussions were at the moment, only wanting to declare his love for you not only to you, but to those he's closest with and who know how hard it is to find love and maintain it in such a hectic and invasive career.

He got so drunk at this year’s party, that he locked himself in one of the building's bathrooms, tears streaming down his face because he knew the alcohol was not enough. It will never be enough. Alll he wants is you.

Taking his phone out of his jacket pocket, he scrolled down to your name, and pressed “Call”. Knowing it was a long shot that you’d answer, considering you don’t have to associate with him if you didn’t want to, along with the fact that it was shortly after 1am, with you probably being fast asleep.

With just two rings in, a soft “Hello” came from his speaker, nothing that you did in fact answer and were awake.

“Hi.” Was all he managed to speak out, soft hiccups emerging from his throat, his cheeks getting hotter by the second as he doesn’t know what he’s going to say to you, let alone what you’re going to say back to him.

“Are you okay Jaehyun? It’s 1am.”

Wiping his tears, he didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t outright blurt out everything he was thinking and feeling the past few months, not wanting to scare you away from the intense emotions he was feeling as of late.

“I don’t think I am.” He spoke softly, loosening his tie as it was constricting him from breathing properly through his intense tears.

“I miss you, like a lot.” He said between gulps, trying to calm down but his hiccups having other plans for him. “And I know we said this was for the best, but us breaking up has been eating me alive and I can’t stop thinking about you and us and it just really sucks.”

“It’s been two months Jaehyun.” You say, not knowing exactly how to process how he’s feeling. “Why didn’t you call me earlier if everything’s been bothering you so much?”

“I didn’t want to bother you. I wanted to give you space and let you live your life without coming off as some pathetic loser who needs you all the time.”

“Well, you’re not a pathetic loser, Jung Jaehyun. You’re a human being who lives a hectic life, one with feelings who deserves to feel and process and be comforted whenever something’s going on in your life. Don’t ever feel bad about it.”

Processing your voice, Jaehyun couldn’t help feel the comfort and peace that flowed through his body whenever you spoke to him. You always knew what to say, and even when you didn’t, your presence was just as reassuring.

“I miss you too, by the way.”

“You do?” He cries, trying his best to wipe his tears while maintaining his attention on your voice. “I thought if I called and you heard me like this you’d for sure be happy we broke up.”

“Breakups are painful Jaehyun. I can’t even imagine how you feel because I know you don’t have many people to talk about things so it must hurt to bottle things up.”

Which was true. Jaehyun kept your relationship a secret for six months before even letting his managers know, slowly waiting for the company’s okay with your relationship, but not wanting for it to be public. He never wanted to do that to you, hound you with the harassment and chaos that came attached to an idol. It was already bad enough when two idols dated, let alone when one dated a non- celebrity, fans worked even harder to learn everything and anything they could, potentially harming anyone at hand.

Jaehyun first told Johnny when you two started dating, the smirk on his face never once fading whenever the mention of you came up. The rest of the members slowly began to find out, each congratulating him that he finally found someone who made him smile, and wasn’t with him because he was famous. Anyone he attempted dating in the past either wanted him for his fame, or was someone in the industry who wouldn’t shut up about the industry.

Dating you was like a breath of fresh air, because compared to his hectic life, you were just a regular, comforting human being. You worked a part time job at the mall, attended university and were studying to be a social worker, and had a great obsession with baking banana bread.

Whenever Jaehyun was with you, you reminded him of what it’s like to be a normal human being, not an idol stripped of all his talent, time, and energy to make a company even more rich and successful than they already were.

And it wasn’t to say you lived a boring life, but compared to him everything you’ve done and experienced was so mundane. Nothing made Jaehyun happier than when he showed you the tiny details that go on in an idols life, such as where he practises, to where he and the rest of NCT record their songs, even taking you behind the stages of award shows and comeback stages-wanting you to see the full effect and experience up close, rather than on a tv or in a dressing room away from all the magic.

You were the clarity and compassion in Jaehyun’s life and it absolutely shattered him whenever you were unable to be with him when your lives and commitments came first.

When you both decided it was necessary for you to break up, Mark was the first person who found out. Jaehyun entered the dorm quietly, his cap covering his eyes and mask slightly rising up the bridge of his nose, only exposing about a centimetre of his face.

Mark knew better than to ask what was wrong, as past experiences with Jaehyun being angry never ended too well, so he gave him some space. But three days after entering the dorm pissed off and not leaving his room once, Mark took it upon himself to check up on him, only to find him curled up in a ball on his bed sobbing, discovering that you two broke up and clearly he wasn’t taking it well.

It took him about 6 days before he left his bed to finally shower and eat something that wasn’t a granola bar or cereal stashed in his room or brought in by Mark, and 9 days for him to finally tell everyone why he was so distant and upset.

Obviously, everyone was saddened that you wouldn’t be spending time with them anymore, but ultimately were hurting for Jaehyun as well, as they knew you meant a great deal to him, and losing you meant losing all the plans and dreams he had for wanting to marry you one day.

Obviously not in the near future, but in around 5 years, when you were well out of school and had a full time job, and when Nct was well off enough to not be promoting as often as they had their first several years as a group; only ever promoting or touring for a portion of the year, rather than having breaks for a few weeks every few months.

It took all the strength in Jaehyun’s body not to call you every night after you broke up, but clearly that did not work because here he was, unfortunately consumed by alcohol he used to help cope with the pain for the past several weeks, drunk and sobbing to you.

“It’s just been really hard. I know we said it’s for the best but I hate not having you in my life. I miss going for food with you at 2am when you’re stressed about your assignments. I miss giving you long hugs when we go long periods of time without seeing each other and- fuck! I just am so in love and want to be with you the rest of my life and I hate how I let myself become so attached to you and this relationship but I cannot go on knowing there’s a chance you’re going to fall in love with someone one day and I won’t be that man marrying you or being the father of your children or holding you when you’ve had a hard day.”

“Wow, you’re really drunk.” You say, hugging your pillow to your chest because no one has ever uttered such raw, loving words to you before and you cannot help but fight off the urge to cry because you too, want that life for the both of you one day.

“Yeah I know. I’m surprised I said all that right now because I’ve been fighting the urge to call you every night because I wanted to give you space.”

“I want all that with you, Jaehyun. I want us to get married and have three kids and two dogs and I want you to help teach them all how to read and for them to make you play dress up with them and have tea parties and make sand castles. I’m still in love with you and always will be so please don’t be sorry or surprised you’re feeling this way because we both know we deserve to be with each other.”

“I want you so much.”

“Do you want me to come see you? Just so we can talk and I can make sure you’re doing okay?”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I get if it feels weird or it’s too late.” He didn’t want to pressure you into doing anything, especially the need to take care of him when he’s drunk and sad and completely in love with you. You’re not his babysitter, nor his girlfriend for the matter- you are not inclined to care for him or even see him because he’s a mess.

But you still want to. Because even though you haven’t spoken in weeks, you know that Jaehyun is the love of his life, and hearing him be so sad and lonely is more than heartbreaking. It’s complete agony.

“Nothing is too late or too weird when it comes to you. I want to hug you and never let you go and tuck you in bed and make sure you’re safe and happy when you go to bed.”

“I’ll meet you back at my dorm if that’s okay? If I’m at this party any longer I’ll go absolutely insane.”

“I’ll see you there, Jaehyun. Please be safe and text me when you leave.”

“Of course, anything for you. And thank you, for even just listening. You’re an angel and I can’t wait to see you in a few minutes.” He chimed, shortly ending the call after he said those last statements to you.

Jaehyun doesn’t know for certain where his future with you stands, but he’s okay with that. He’s seeing you soon, and you just confessed that you’re still in love with him and want a future with him, and that’s all he needs.

His conversation with you managed to clear his mind and body out of the abundance of alcohol that once consumed him, his attention and newfound excitement now focused solely on seeing you, touching you, just being with you. He quickly ordered himself a cab, not even saying goodbye to his members, beyond ecstatic to be within your presence.

And for now, that’s all he could ever ask for.

#nct imagines #nct smut #jung jaehyun #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun scenarios #nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #nct drabbles #nct 127 #nct 127 imagines #jaehyun

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tobiogf · 3 years

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𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝐩𝐭 𝟐)

chemistry first period wasn’t ideal but when was school ever? the teacher was already at the front of the class and you, at the very back where you felt you belonged. restless, you decided to stay standing at the long desk while the teacher marked up the board with today’s objectives.

a boy took a seat beside you and you recognized him as one of issei’s friends, oikawa. “is this place taken?” he asked politely.

“yes,” you responded and he quirked a brow which prompted you to smile. “by you, of course.”

“lame,” oikawa chuckled, shaking his head but he returned your smile and you directed your attention back towards the teacher. issei walked in a few minutes late and apologized profusely to the teacher, bowing down 90 degrees too for added effect. you smiled to yourself while the teacher accepted it and let issei into the classroom. he was always the teacher’s favorite.

“have you been paying attention?” issei asked you, tossing his bag to the floor and dropping down onto the seat next to oikawa -- it was your seat but you had favored standing up for the lesson.

“uh, yeah,” you said.

“good,” issei replied breathlessly, his gaze falling over the shape of your ass over your skirt. “keep paying attention, i want you as my partner for the practical.” you jolted upright completely as one of his cold hands gripped your thigh and squeezed it.

you scribbled down your notes furiously, trying to ignore the feeling of issei’s hand inching up your thigh and then your heart leaping into your throat when his knuckles brushed up against your underwear.

“issei,” you said through a clenched jaw.

“whatttt... i can’t have some fun?” he asked quietly, pulling his hand out of your skirt and reaching up to run it through your hair, fingers curling and tugging lightly. “come on, the teacher’s talking, y/n... be a good girl and listen.”

you bit your lip. “quit playing with me, then...”

“who’s playing...? certainly not me,” issei chuckled, roughly pulling at your hair in his fist and pressed his mouth against your lower back. you choked back a moan and used your free hand to shove him backwards as they teacher gazed skeptically at the two of you while talking.

“are you fucking serious, mattsun... right now?” asked oikawa with a grimace. you lowered your head into your notebook.

“what? you want some?” said issei, pushing your skirt up your legs to give his friend a view of your ass. you gasped, yanking your skirt down as issei laughed quietly, heat spreading across your face.

oikawa sighed, shaking his head as he turned back to teacher. “i fucking hate you.”

***

“hey issei, could you please help me with this calculus assignment?” you asked, holding the phone towards you.

“yeah,” came issei’s cracked voice on the speaker. “which question?” you tapped your pen nervously on the paper.

“it’s actually... kind of... the whole thing.”

issei chuckled and you could practically see him shaking his head in amusement. “alright fine, let’s do a video call. but I better get paid 30 bucks for this.” smiling gratefully, you clicked on the camera icon and issei’s face popped up on your screen, a pair of large headphones around his neck.

“oh, sorry. were you doing something?” you asked.

“no, don’t worry— i’m waiting for people to come online,” he assured you and you nodded, flipping the camera to show him your homework. “ahhhh i got stuck here too but it’s actually pretty easy, look...”

with a bit of guidance from issei, your confusion had been cleared and you were pretty confident that you’d be able to complete the rest of the assignment on your own.

“thanks so much,” you said, turning the camera back to your face once again. “i’ll pay you at school, alright?”

“aw babe, i was kidding,” issei laughed, sliding the headphones back over his ears. “i’m happy to help.” your heart fluttered as issei propped the phone up on his table and grabbed his controller before turning back to his computer screen. you decided to continue working on the assignment, scribbling down the answers you were sure of this time but every now and then your gaze would shift to issei — the way his eyes were glued to the screen, his fingers moving briskly on his controller, the way he was slouched on his gaming chair.

you breathed in deeply. “issei, i can’t focus— I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay?” you said, reaching for your phone.

“no, no, y/n, don’t go,” issei responded, glancing at you every other second as he was trying not to lose. “you’re so pretty, i want to talk to you.”

“issei,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes. he always knew what to say so sweetly to bring you back to him. “it’s not like you’re even talking to me, you’re on your game the whole time.”

“okay, i’ll exit the game,” issei said quickly and then spoke into his mic. “guys, i gotta go, my bitch mom is on my ass.” you raised your brow and watched issei tug his headphones off and toss them to the side before rolling around in his chair to face you. “see, i’m all yours.”

“your ‘bitch mom’?” you said and issei laughed.

“i’m sorry, i had to give them a good excuse.”

you giggled, carrying your phone over to your bed and lying down, holding the phone above your face. “i’m not a good enough excuse?” you asked, aware of the flirtatious tone of your voice.

“mm, you’re the best excuse,” issei rambled with a grin. “i like the view.” you smiled, flattered knowing his gaze had been drawn to the low collar of your shirt almost immediately. you flipped over onto your stomach, giving him a better look into your shirt, your breasts pressed together by your elbows.

“what view?” you teased.

“wowwww, y/n... putting on a nice show for me?”

in hindsight you would’ve been disappointed in yourself for behaving this way. issei wasn’t interested in talking to you on the phone, you knew this. but there was something about him, his face, his voice, the way he acted — you couldn’t quite put your finger on it — that made you crave his validation like no one else. you wanted him to crave you like no one else.

“no, stay like that... just like that,” said issei, teeth clamped over his bottom lip.

“like this?” you asked.

“oh fuck, y/n...”

you blushed, watching his arms move under the table and you were sure he was unbuttoning his pants. he reached for his phone and it shook almost violently.

“a-are you screenshotting?”

“yeahhh... why wouldn’t i? you’re so fuckin’ hot, like” issei breathed, watching you as his arm moved slowly between his legs.

“issei...” you whispered.

“don’t be embarrassed — you’re beautiful,” he said. “i think your body’s perfect — you’d look so good under me — or on top, riding my cock while i watch your cute tits bounce.” there was a sickening flutter in the pit of your stomach and you swallowed hard, staring at issei’s facial expressions and letting the sound of his soft groans shoot right through you, making you squeeze your legs together.

“are you close?” you asked, completely entranced by his little performance.

“ah, shit... yeah...” issei mumbled, his head hanging back while his hand sped up. “y/n...”

“hm, issei?”

“l-let me see you, baby.”

you couldn’t help but obey immediately, setting your phone against the bedframe and sitting up on your knees before yanking your shirt off and slowly unclasping your bra.

“good girl... ah... fuck, i’m coming... oh my goddd...”

you gulped back a surplus of saliva, watching the high dissolve from issei’s eyes as he dropped his chin and looked at you with an expression that made you swallow a whimper.

“can i see?” you asked, dumbfounded and issei chuckled, cheeks flushed.

***

outside the gym that morning, a few freshman girls had gathered on the grassy field to sell tickets to prom for extra credit. you had joined them on the grass, gushing about how the poster looked amazing. unfortunately, you couldn’t afford a ticket. each one was 50 dollars and you had more essential things to spending that kind of money on.

“prom?” someone said behind you and you knew it was issei.

“yeah, are you going to buy a ticket?” asked one of the girls.

“well, why not... sounds fun, huh?” said issei, swinging the lanyard of his student ID in his hand as he sunk to the ground next to you.

the girl grinned. “thank you, we don’t have enough funds so we’re trying to get enough people to come as possible.” she took the money from issei and you bent forward to grab a ticket for him, almost instantly feeling his hand slip between your legs. you inhaled a sharp breath, giving him the ticket while remaining frozen in your position.

“wait, aren’t you guys freshmen?” asked issei, blinking in curiosity at the girls.

“yeah, we’re in this club to organize prom for extra credit,” the girl responded and issei nodded in thought, pressing the corner of his ID card between your folds. you held back a yelp and slapped his hand away while issei conversed with the girls so casually.

he’d replaced the card with his hand, pushing aside your underwear to dip his fingers into you and your knees aching as you tried to remain composed while simultaneously making sure no one could see what he was doing to you.

“what the fuck is wrong with you, we’re in public,” you whispered, barely moving your mouth as you stared at the blurry grass beneath you. his fingers felt way too good.

“nothing, i’m just obsessed with your pussy,” issei murmured back and the words alone caused you to come undone right there.

“issei,” you croaked, fingers curling into the grass.

“you okay?” asked the girl and you gave her a watery smile.

“oh, shit, thanks for reminding me, y/n,” said issei, standing up and pulling you to your feet along with him. “i have volleyball practice. thanks for the ticket.”

before long the two of you were in the empty boys’ locker room. “let me see,” issei had said, tugging on your underwear and glancing inside before grinning proudly at his work. he said you owed him for making you come so easily earlier as he pushed you to your knees and eased himself into your mouth. you’d never seen him this bare before and you hadn’t expected him to be this big but issei guided you with instructions and praises. he held himself back until he physically couldn’t anymore and he was thrusting into your mouth until tears slid down your cheeks.

“crying already, babe?” he cooed, a hand around your neck as he helped you to your feet and wiped your mouth with his thumb. “was it too big for you, hm? you’re so pretty...” you let him kiss your mouth, stumbling weakly against the wall as issei’s hands ran down your sides. then he was pulling away and pressing a few bills against your tear-stained cheeks.

“for the blowjob,” he whispered with a smile and you stared at him in confusion. “it’s fifty dollars, come on... get yourself a ticket. i can’t wait to fuck you at prom.”

i saw all ur guys’ love for this one so i decided to make a part 2 after all. it’s kind of messy, def doesn’t hit the same lol but i listen to the people. sadly, i will not be continuing this with a third part cause i feel like it’d just ruin the vibe of it <3 hope u enjoy this though

#matsukawa issei #matsukawa #matsukawa smut #mattsun #mattsun x reader #anime #anime smut #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader

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Breaking and Entering (Part Two)

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,106

Content Warnings: discussion of stabbing (wound), stalking, breaking and entering, animal abuse (not explicitly detailed), blood, fighting, light cursing. Fem reader insert, she/her pronouns.

Summary: When the replicator continues their criminal activity, you find yourself as their target upon arriving home from a long case with the BAU. Aaron Hotchner, your unit chief, is more than accommodating during the string of traumatic events that you endure before, during, and after the replicator case.

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“Garcia, go ahead.” Hotch said once everyone was seated at the round table.

“Yes, sir. As we know, the replicator has been recreating cases that we’ve solved. Tonight he changed his m.o. And has targeted the team.” She clicked the button on her remote, and a picture of your apartment came into view. “He specifically targeted y/n, and we’re not sure why.” Another click and your bathroom was on display. “He also took his anger out on, oh God-” Penelope looked away from the screen, “I just don’t understand how someone can do that to sweet, little-”

“Garcia.” Hotch brought her attention back to the facts.

“As you can, unfortunately, see here, y/n’s dog was found dead in the bathroom. The blood used to write ‘zugzwang’ did belong to the four-legged friend.”

“That’s it?” Derek asked, puzzled.

“We’ve been given twenty four hours. If we don’t have any leads, the case closes.” Hotch stated.

“Okay, well, let’s focus on what we know.” J.J. prompted. “He knew we were out of town, and he was familiar with where y/n lived.”

“y/n, could this be someone you know? Someone you could have unknowingly upset?” Blake asked.

Internally, you were panicking and quite frankly nearing hysterical. You outwardly remained calm and composed. “No one I can think of. No one knew I’d be out of town except my sister so she could check on Benny.”

“We’ll need to bring her in for questioning.” Hotch said.

“y/n, did you ever confide in your sister about the cases you’ve worked on?” Reid asked.

“Never. I’ve always kept BAU information confidential. She doesn’t even know any of your names.” You stated, “Though, to be fair, we only ever talk when one of us needs the other’s help.”

“Then I don’t think she did this. If you didn’t confide in her then she wouldn’t have known the significance of ‘zugzwang.’” Reid explained.

“We shouldn’t rule it out just yet though.” Hotch stated, “Y/n, I want you with Garcia. J.J, get in contact with y/n’s sister and have her come in for questioning. Reid, see if you can identify the cases we were on in those photos. Rossi, Blake, and Morgan, I want you with me at the crime scene. Garcia, find out everything you can about y/n’s sister. Let’s go.” Hotch rattled off his orders and everyone went their separate ways.

Penelope came over to help you up. “Can I have a minute by myself. Just to breathe for a moment. I’ll meet you in your office.” You said.

Penelope gave Hotch an inquisitive look, and he nodded to give his permission.

“I’ll see you soon, hun.” Penelope said before leaving.

In a few moments it was just you and Hotch in the room. “I don't know if we can do this in twenty four hours, Hotch.”

“We’ll do everything we can. Like always,” He reassured. You took a deep breath, and he came over to you. “If you need to step away at any point, you have my permission to do so.”

“Thank you, but I want to do this.” He nodded. “I could use a little help getting to Penelope though.”

“Of course.” Hotch had you in Penelope’s office shortly.

“Y/n, you know I hate to dig into your personal life like this, but I need any and all information and gossip on your sister.” Penelope was at the ready. You gave her all the information you know. “Squeaky clean.” Penelope said, the disappointment was clear in her tone.

“Why the disappointment.” You asked.

“She attended an all girl’s catholic school while you stayed in public school. However, there’s no track record of drugs, alcohol, or delinquency of any kind.”

“What?” You were as shocked as she was now.

“What? What do you know?” She met your narrowed eyes with her widened ones.

“My parents said they enrolled her in catholic school because she’d been arrested for public intoxication three different times in middle school. You’re telling me she has no record?”

“Zilch.”

“Call Hotch.” you said.

The phone rang once, “Hotchner.” He answered.

“Sarah went to catholic school because my parents wanted her to stop drinking. They told me she had been arrested three times for public intox, but she has a clean record. We need to find out why my parents sent her off.” You started.

“Put Garcia on.” He ordered.

“Already here, you’re on speaker.” Penelope answered quickly.

“Find out everything you can about y/n’s parents and the school the sister went to. They’re hiding something.”

“Faster than a Hotch rocket.” Penelope’s eyes widened as she realized what she’d said. She hung up.

“There’s still nothi-” Penelope stopped mid-sentence, “Oh no.”

“What is it?” You prompted as you scanned the words on the monitor.

“Your parents sent your sister to St. Elizabeth’s for extensive conversion therapy.” Penelope typed at a lightning fast pace. Her phone rang. Click. “Boy, do I have news for you.”

“Tell me something good, baby girl.” Derek came over the phone.

“I have something, but it’s bad. Sarah was sent to catholic school for conversion therapy.”

“Anything else?” Derek asked anxiously.

“That’s it.”

“Did you find anything at the scene?” You asked.

“Nothing. Whoever did this covered their tracks. Damn well, at that.” Derek sighed. “We’re on our way back, meet us at the round table.”

“Yes, my liege.” Penelope said before ending the call.

“Sarah didn’t do it.” J.J. said as she entered the conference room. “Her alibi is air tight.”

“We’re missing something.” Rossi thought aloud.

“It’s gotta be in the pictures.” Blake observed.

“These photographs, while they seem random, each one was carefully framed.” Reid sat down. “So carefully framed that I can’t get a location on any of them.” He sounded defeated.

“I hate to put the pressure on us even more, but we’ve only got six hours.” Rossi sighed.

“Let’s go back to what we know.” You said, looking over the crime scene photos. “There was no sign of forced entry. J.J., you said Sarah had left the key under the welcome mat. Was the key still there when you guys went to the scene?”

“No.” Blake said. “They had to have been watching Sarah to know that the key was under the mat. She said she only does that when she knows you’ll get home late.”

“I never leave the key under the mat for anyone. Whoever did this knew she’d be at my place.” You stated.

“Y/n, where were you when you told Sarah you would be on a case tonight?” Reid asked.

“I made the call from my desk.” You said. “From my personal cell, I might add.”

“In order to hear the entire conversation this person had to either be standing right next to you, or, and this is creepy, they hacked into your cell to listen in.” Penelope said.

“It’s likely someone on the inside.” Hotch stated. His cell rang shortly after he spoke. “Hotchner.” His expression changed from stoic to frustrated. “I understand that, but not only do we still have a few hours, we’ve made some progress.” His lips formed a tight line. “Yes, ma’am.” The call ended. “Strauss is giving us one more hour.” Hotch said to the team.

“One more hour? What happened to the full twenty four?” Derek asked angrily.

“She believes we haven’t made enough headway to justify the full twenty four hours.” Hotch explained.

“What now?” Reid asked.

“Garcia, pull security footage and see if anyone was close enough to y/n to hear her conversation. Reid, I want you to work on a geographic profile.”

“Hotch, with all due respect, I don’t have enough here for a geographic profile.” Reid stated.

“Maybe not a complete one, but we need anything we can find. Derek, Blake, and Rossi go back to the crime scene and go through everything.” Hotch instructed.

“Everything?” Derek asked, concerned for your privacy.

“It’s fine. I have nothing to hide.” You stated, “Do whatever needs to be done.”

“J.J. and y/n, I’d like you to interview your sister again. See if she noticed anything strange or out of place at the apartment.” Hotch stood up, signaling for everyone to part ways. “y/n, before you go, do you know if there are any cameras at your apartment building?”

“There are, but they’re mainly in the parking lot. Let me get you my landlord’s number.” You pulled your phone out and texted the number to Hotch. The two of you went your separate ways. Him walking at a brisk pace, and you with a limp.

“Y/n.” You turned around and saw Reid with a wheelchair. “It might be a little excessive, but it’s better than limping.”

“Thank you.” You took a seat and wheeled yourself to the interrogation room that your sister was being held in.

“Sarah.” You greeted gently.

“You know they think I did this?” Sarah shouted.

“No one thinks you did this.” You reassured her. “We just had to cover all our bases. Your alibi is rock solid. I do have a few more questions though.”

“What happened to you?” She asked, suddenly changing the subject.

“I’ll explain later, we don't have a lot of time left on the case. I need you to tell me everything you remember from when you checked on Benny.”

“Are you not even phased by this?” Sarah sobbed, “You’re acting like nothing even happened.”

“Sarah, I’m terrified right now, but if my team is going to find who did this, I have to keep it somewhat together.” You explained. She didn’t respond. “What time did you arrive at the apartment?”

“10 p.m.” Sarah said as she began to calm down.

“Did you notice anyone acting strange? Perhaps they were standoffish or overly friendly?”

“No, there wasn’t anyone outside or anything.”

“What about Benny? When you took him out, did he act strange at all?” You kept your tone gentle.

“No, he went potty and we went inside. His behavior was normal.”

“One more question, why do you leave the key under the mat when you know I’ll be home late?”

Sarah began to cry again, “I’m sorry. I only do it so you don’t have to fumble with your keys late at night when you’re alone. It’s just so you can get inside safely and quickly. I won’t do it anymore.”

“Sarah, this isn’t your fault.” You reassured her. Your phone rang, it was Hotch. “y/l/n.” You wheeled yourself away from the table. “I’m sorry, you’re saying the security footage doesn’t exist?”

“The landlord admitted that the cameras are just for show. They don’t actually work.” Hotch was livid at this point. “Did you find anything out?”

“Nothing new.” You sighed.

“Neither has anyone else. The hour’s up. I’ll see you soon.” He hung up.

“You’re free to go.” You said before leaving the room.

“Y/n.” J.J. tried to stop you, but you ignored her. You went straight to your desk. You sat there trying to rack your brain of who could have done this. You weren’t sure how long you had been there, but eventually the team said their goodbyes to you.

“Y/n.” Hotch approached you. You looked up at him. “Do you have a place to stay?”

“I was just going to stay here and get some work done.” You stated. You definitely did not have a place to stay that would be remotely safe, and if you could evade the question by all means you would.

“I mean longer than just tonight. It’s not safe for you to return to your apartment or stay with your sister.” His tired eyes bored into yours.

“No.” You said quietly.

“You can stay with me for as long as you need.”

“Thank you.”

“Come on.” He wheeled you to the entrance before helping you up. He led you to his car and opened the door for you.

As Hotch pulled out of the parking lot he said sympathetically, “I’m sorry we couldn’t work on the case longer.”

“It’s not your fault.” You said tiredly. The remainder of the car ride was silent. You so badly wanted to close your eyes and rest during the drive, but every time you tried all you could see was ‘zugzwang’ written in your dog’s blood. Though he never glanced your way, Hotch noticed your discomfort. He once again found your hand and interlocked his fingers with yours. The action had begun to feel so natural that you almost didn’t notice the butterflies that time.

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfic #grandexodus #grandexodus writes #breaking and entering #spencer reid #alex blake #derek morgan #Penelope garcia #david rossi #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #fanfiction #jj #jennifer jareau #fanfic

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fattuccini-afraido · 2 years

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Tw: one shot, swearing, suicidal thoughts mention, mentions of bullying, mentions of child neglect, mentions of child abuse, mentions of discrimination, if I missed something, let me know

Requested by @princeasimdiya12

8:30 in the morning. Hundreds of children from ages 6 to 18 would already be there, ready to learn new information at school. At least, that’s how it was supposed to be, but the truth was, hundreds of exhausted children from ages 6 to 18 only wanted to eat lunch and sleep the day away. As they were sitting on their desks, an announcement was given through the speakers.

“All students are requested to go to the gym immediately for assembly.”

Sighs and groans filled every room in the school, immaturity out and in the open, but they heart-heavily walked their way to the gym, which reeked of sweat and jocks, and sat down on the squeaky clean wooden floor.

The atmosphere changed in a very second once the doors opened, and along with the headmistress and her secretary there they were. Pro heroes. Two of the most esteemed ones, even.

The headmistress stood in front of the microphone and introduced them, though there was no need. There wasn’t a soul in the entire country who didn’t know who they were. Deku, after politely thanking her, replaced her, but unlike her, he grabbed the microphone and sat on the floor to be closer to the students.

‘H-hey’ he said with an anxious smile, a hand on the back of his neck.

‘Um…sorry, I’m a bit nervous. It’s funny that after all these years I have stage fright. Hehehe. Let’s start from the beginning. Um, Dynamight, I call him Kacchan, and I went to school together.’

Bakugou gave a small and angry wave to the crowd from he was sitting. Midoriya panicked for a second.

‘I-I MEAN, NOT THIS ONE, NOT THIS ONE’ he realized how he had reacted and hurriedly tried to calm himself down with a sigh.

‘Sorry.’ He once again gave a cute, awkward smile which clearly said “hehe, I messed up” to the public, who listened intently. Katsuki’s foot started shaking a bit out of clear irritation.

‘So. Kacchan and I went to school together. I don’t mean UA, though we were together there as well. I mean in Junior High School. That’s actually why he came with me, though I’ll probably be the only one talking. This is really hard for me to talk about, so give me a second.’

He sighed and his expression changed. He was serious. It was exciting because that’s how he looked in fights.

‘I…I don’t have a lot of confidence in myself. I’ve worked it out a lot back when I was studying in the UA, and I’m still trying to have more self-steem, so I go to therapy as well. One of the reasons why is because I was born quirkless.’ A collective gasp took over the room.

‘I managed to get mine eventually, but I had to put a lot of effort into that, and because I was quirkless I was treated like a fragile, lesser person than those who had quirks. Doctors told me to give up on my dreams of being a hero who could save people with a smile, like All Might, and I was bullied a lot for most of my childhood and preteen years. So much shit happened, sorry for swearing, kids. I guess you can imagine how much my life was affected because of these kinds of things. My self-esteem and confidence. And it wasn’t because I didn’t have a quirk, not for the most part, at least. It was because of the discrimination I faced. So, I came here to give you a Ted Talk of sorts. I’ll take questions or testimonies now. Sorry that it’s so serious.’

It was dead silent for a while, the visit taking a darker turn than expected, but eventually, a single hand was raised.

‘There’s a classmate of mine who’s quirkless, and pretty much every day I walk into class their desk is all scribbled out with things like “die”, “quirkless whore”, or things like that. They’re always alone, and people throw their notebooks to the pond or take their shoes. I’ve…never done anything about it because I don’t want to be bullied too, but I hate it.’

‘Thank you for sharing’ said Izuku. ‘I hope you support your classmate from now on and stand up for other quirkless people, ok?’

Slowly, one by one, more hands rose. Questions were asked, testimonies of bystanders with a guilty conscience were given, and finally, one person spoke out.

‘Hi. Um, I’m Satou. I mean my name’s Satou!’

‘Hi, Satou-kun’ said Deku sweetly.

‘...’

‘Don’t be nervous, it’s ok. I won’t judge.’ Satou arranged his posture in determination, but he seemed to tear up.

‘I’m quirkless’ his voice breaking ‘and my entire family has been pro heroes for generations. Except my dad, his quirk was too weak, so he couldn’t be one, and he wanted me to be the pro heroe that he couldn’t be. But now he won’t talk to even though we live in the same house. And when he does speak to me, he always yells at me and he breaks stuff.’

‘I’m so sorry, Satou-kun.’

‘I used to be bullied too, until last year, when I made some friends and they’ve always defended me. And I’m so thankful for them, but they don’t get it. And It makes me feel so lonely, but also like I’m a bad person for thinking that, and I-’ he began crying. ‘and I want to die everyday.’

Deku, ever so gently, put the microphone down and on the floor, and stood up. As he walked, eyes of consternated students followed the steps of his shadow. Once he was where he wanted to be, he leanedown and asked;

‘Satou-kun, is it ok if I hug you?’

As Satou nodded desperately, his small body was surrounded by the kind arms of the heroe and he cried.

‘It’s okay, Satou-kun’ Izuku whispered so only he could hear. ‘It’s okay, I know what you mean. I wanted to die once, too.’

Satou’s eyes widden in shock, but his tiny figure wrapped his arms as far as he could reach in a hug, unaware that the pro heroe’s eyes watered as well.

‘Do think it would be ok if I talked to your dad for you? I’ll make sure he doesn’t hurt you.’

‘Ok’

#bnha one shot #boku no hero academia one shot #mha one shot #my hero academia one shot #deku one shot #midoriya izuku one shot #bnha angst #bnha confort #bnha imagines #bnha asks

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Before Us (1) | Luke Patterson

Synopsis: In 1995, Sunset Curve was set to play The Orpheum. 25 years later they wake up in a whole new world and Luke finds somebody he once used to know.

Authors Note: So this is the official first part. I hope you guys enjoy!

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It was the night. The night that would change all of their lives. In less than three hours, Luke and his band would be performing a sold out show at The Orpheum, the place where bands became legendary. Johanna listened to the sounds of her boyfriend’s band doing their soundcheck and couldn’t help but feel so incredibly proud of everything they had worked for and everything they had achieved.

She knew how much this meant to Luke, she had been through it all with him. From the moment they had started dating, she had become the band's first unofficial groupie. She wore their merch, handed out flyers, listened to their music. Anything she could do, she did. All in an effort to prove to Luke that living his dream was what he needed to be doing.

The music finished, the last chords fading out on the speakers and Johanna quickly started clapping, moving her hands to cup around her mouth so she could cheer loudly. It was all done in order to prepare the boys for the crowd that would be there later that night. She watched the smile on Luke’s face grow wider, and laughed loudly as he jumped down from the front of the stage. He ran over, picking her up and spinning before setting her back down.

“Babe, that was incredible.” She kissed his lips absentmindedly, not being able to help herself when the two of them were in such close proximity to each other.

“Just wait until there’s a huge crowd, Jo. It’s going to be amazing. The energy when we play, it’s exhilarating.”

Johanna smiled and rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s over exaggerations. It didn’t bother her at all when Luke interlocked his fingers with her own and dragged her over to where Reggie and Alex were ruining any chance Bobby had at getting the number of the girl who was wiping down the tables.

“You guys are really good! I see a lot of bands, been in a couple myself. I was really feeling it.” She spoke up.

“That’s what we do this for. I’m Luke, by the way.” Luke turned to Johanna, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. “This is my girlfriend Johanna.”

The rest of the boys introduced themselves to the girl, Reggie openly flirting as he handed the girl a copy of the demo and a t-shirt that was much too big on her when she lifted it up to herself.

“Don’t you guys have to go get hotdogs?” Bobby said, interrupting them before they could continue to talk to her.

“Yeah,” Luke paused turning to the girl, “he had a hamburger for lunch.”

Johanna followed behind the boys, pausing when she realized what Bobby had mentioned they were going to go get and eat. She couldn’t help it as her stomach flipped, the thought of eating those nasty hotdogs making her want to wash her mouth out. The last time she had one she took one bite and had immediately spit it out onto the floor of the garage. Luke had laughed extra loud that time.

“Are you not coming babe?” Luke stopped as he noticed the absence beside him, having expected to see his girlfriend beside him. Johanna shook her head as Luke took a few steps back towards her so he could be next to her again.

“I’ll stick around here till the show so I can make sure I get the best spot.” She winked, causing Luke to grin widely.

“Haha cute, you just don’t want hotdogs.” He inched closer to her, his arms naturally finding their way around her waist and pulling her so their chests were touching.

“Correction, I don’t want hotdogs from the back of some dude's car.”

“But babe!”

“No Lucas.” She pecked him lightly before patting her hands against his chest.

“I love you, Jo.” His tone of voice had changed, Luke’s voice dripping nothing but honesty and sincerity.

“I love you, Luke.” She kissed the boy once more before watching him run away to go and meet up with his friends. They made their way out of the building and Johanna smiled, jumping at the sound of another voice.

“You two are cute.” Johanna turned, blushing and having been slightly embarrassed to have been caught being so open with her boyfriend in public.

“Sorry about that, I didn’t think anybody was paying attention to us.”

“It’s all good, I’m Rose.” The girl smiled, outstretching her hand and Johanna took it excitedly.

Without thinking, the two girls instantly engaged in conversation, Johanna telling Rose all about what it was like to act as the boys groupie. As she went on and on, she found herself talking about Luke, and about how he would find ways to be around her whenever he was writing music. He always looked to her first, always asked questions, and got opinions.

Rose spoke up, explaining her process of songwriting and Johanna found herself enamored by the girl. The way she spoke so openly, her energy calming and allowing Johanna to completely relax and let her guard down.

The two of them talked and talked, about anything and everything they thought of. Music, bands, life, what they were planning to do, what they were experiencing in their separate paths. Rose was interesting, and Johanna could tell as she laughed at a joke the other spit out that the two of them were going to be good friends.

Neither of them paid much attention to the venue around them, that was until the paramedics burst in. Johanna’s head turned quickly, just noticing the sirens and lights coming in from the now open door. Rose’s face clouded over with confusion and she motioned to Johanna to follow her as she tracked the paramedics down to one of the back rooms.

“What’s going on?” She asked, walking up to one of the other workers who were present. He was just about to open his mouth to explain why the ambulances had shown up when the first stretcher was pushed out of the room.

Reggie writhed in pain, holding his stomach and gasping out. Johanna gasped and put her hands over her mouth, her eyes shooting into the room to try to catch a glimpse of him. She needed to know if he was in there.

“Luke!” She called out, her feet moving towards the door. Arms reached out and grabbed her, pulling her back so she wouldn’t be in the way. Tears welled up in her eyes and a sob left her lips as Luke came out on the second stretcher.

He was in pain. She could see it immediately in the way his face was screwed up and the sweat caused his hair to stick to his forehead. Without thinking she ran over and took Luke’s hand, his eyes opening immediately and locking with her own.

“Jo.” He gasped, hissing in pain as her name escaped his lips.

“Luke, oh my god, no no no.” She moved with the stretcher, following it to the door and holding Luke’s hand the entire way there.

“I love you.” The words were whispered out and before Johanna could follow the paramedics out and to the ambulance, arms came out and gripped her shoulders. Johanna cried out again, watching the boy she loved as he finally lost consciousness. Tears were now falling down her cheeks rapidly, Alex finally passing on the last stretcher.

“Hey,” Rose’s voice rang out in her ears. “It’s gonna be okay, I’m right here.”

Riley maneuvered her way down the hall, pushing through the clumps of students and huffing as they continued to get in her way. She continued to walk, finally seeing the two familiar heads of her best friends. She approached the two of them standing next to the lockers and heard Julie laugh.

“There’s that smile, now let’s go prove everybody wrong.” Flynn’s voice echoed around the hallway and it made Riley smile. She swung her arms around each of their shoulders and pinched Julie’s cheek lightly.

“What a beautiful smile, mi cielo.” Julie rolled her eyes at the compliment, taking Riley’s words with a grain of salt. The nickname had been something she had said for as long as she had known the other, hearing Julie’s mom once call her by the name and adapting it quickly. “So do you know what you’re doing today?”

“As I just told Flynn, I’ll know in the moment.” Julie responded. The three of them began walking in the direction of their music class, Riley’s arms still resting up on their shoulders. The girls were silent, content to just fill the silence with the sound of their footsteps.

Julie had been having a hard time, after her mother had passed away. Her friends felt for her, Riley especially, as she had already lost her mother at a young age. It was their moms that had been friends, and initiated their friendship when they had been young.

After Riley’s mom passed, her dad used to send her over to Julie’s after school to be babysat while he was at work. Now that the former was old enough to look after herself, he didn’t keep tabs on her all the time, but there was an unspoken agreement between them that a text would be sent whenever there was a change in plans and if someone would be out a little late.

Riley snapped her attention back to reality as she and the other two girls headed into the classroom. The seats were set up in rows as normal, the girls quickly linking in the middle and claiming three seats completely to themselves.

Flynn and Riley whispered to each other, discussing plans for after school about what they would be doing when they got to their respective homes. Riley had been planning on having a movie night, provided she finished all her homework, but was tempted to leave that behind when Flynn suggested the two of them should head to the mall.

Of course Julie was invited, and the girls would never turn her down if she wanted to come, but staying at home had become a habit of hers recently. She had become more reserved, even refusing to perform in their music class.

It had been so long since Julie had played anything, memories of her and the girl playing on the piano with Julie’s mom. Of course music had been a big thing in both of their lives, Julie’s mom helping both of them discover their talents and how to utilize them.

It was Julie’s mom who inspired both of the girls to get into music. Of course her own mother had a love for it as well, Riley having been through some of her things in the past and seeing the songs she had written in her life.

Riley looked up as Nick began performing on his guitar, a tune ringing out in the class and swallowing all of the students. Everybody sat enamored by the boy, Riley turning her head and seeing Julie looking at him in awe. Her crush was incredibly obvious and Riley playfully nudged her.

It was time for Julie to go up and perform for the class, taking her seat at the piano. The teacher told her to take her time, knowing how hard it was on Julie to be sitting in front of everybody. Riley sat there, her hands clasped together and a quiet pray leaving her lips.

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” Julie grabbed her things quickly and before Flynn or Riley could stop her she was gone. She left the classroom in a hurry.

“I’ve got her.” Riley said, following after her best friend and chasing her down in the hallway.

Riley followed behind the girl, tracking her down the hallway and seeing her sitting on the ground in front of her locker. Riley sighed, putting her hands in her jacket pockets and walking towards the girl. She didn’t say anything as she sat down next to Julie, bringing her knees up to her chest and staring at the courtyard in front of them.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t start with me, Molina. You do not get to apologize for working through your own stuff.” Riley reached out and gripped Julie’s hand tightly in her own, forcing the girl to look her in the eyes. “It takes time to recover, trust me Julie, I’ve been through it myself.”

A few tears trickled down Julie’s face, and Riley didn’t hesitate to pull her friend into a hug. Julie gripped tightly onto the back of Riley’s jacket as she rubbed her back. The two of them stayed like that for a moment, Riley comforting Julie until her tears subsided.

“Thank you.”

“It’s what I’m here for.” Riley chuckled lightly, wiping Julie’s cheeks with her thumbs. “Mi cielo, don’t let these tears stain your cheeks.”

Julie laughed now, rolling her eyes at Riley’s babying and pushed her away slightly. Riley smiled widely, glad to see her friend in better spirits after letting her feelings out. She stood, stretching her hand out to Julie who was still sitting on the floor.

“You know you’re going to be the death of me one day.” Julie gripped her hand and pulled herself into a standing position.

“Ahah, honey I’m the one who’s taking care of you.” Riley swung an arm around Julie’s shoulder as the two of them began walking together.

#julie and the phantoms #Julie and the phantoms imagines #Julie and the phantoms Luke #luke julie and the phantoms #luke patterson imagine #Luke Patterson angst #luke patterson #luke patterson imagines #Luke Patterson fluff #luke patterson fic #luke patterson fanfiction

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forthemorefortunate · 3 years

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Live Like Animals

Nessian Modern AU

Merry Chris- er, happy New Year to my secret snowflake! @ncssian 💕😅

I hope you like the fic! I’ll be honest, when I filled out the application for the secret snowflake, I said I could make a fic believing that it was very unlikely somebody would ask for one 🥴🤔 But lemme say, I LOVED writing this, which is definitely something I didn’t expect. More than that, I’ve never been much of a Nesta or Nessian fan, but actually thinking through their characters and interactions for this fic gave me a whole new perspective on and appreciation for them (even if I’m not the best at writing their characters, aha), so thank you!

A few quick things about the fic:

(Ik I already told you this, but for anybody else reading this aha) This is my first fic! So please take it easy on me 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Okay so this part is kind of weird, but there’s kind of a corresponding playlist 😅 Each part is named after a song. You can play the songs while reading or not, I know for me personally (*cough* my ADHD ass) it’s hard to listen to music and read at the same time. The title is also the name of a song! Except that one is more random, haha (I couldn’t think of a title, so I shuffled my entire library and chose the first song as the title, and it kinda worked so I went with it)

One more quick thing – thanks to @moussescientist @ko0mbayamylord @blxckbeak @chanberry @mikitheswiftie @potatoburp @dead-on-the-inside666 @queenoffortunes and two anons for answering a question, and a HUGE thanks to Skye, @oneoutofamillionbooklovers for all your help and for roleplaying the parts I got stuck on with me ❤️

Part 1: Distant Early Warning (Rush)

Nesta pulled the dress over her head, letting it slide into place over her body. Screw this, she thought for the millionth time, yet she continued to get herself ready, turning to glance at her reflection when she was finished. She raised an eyebrow and nodded slightly at the woman looking back through the mirror. The woman Nesta spied had on a satin slip dress, darkest blue. She wore no jewelry save for the small silver studs in her ears, and her hair was pulled into a neat-yet-simple updo.

Why Nesta even agreed to go to this party she didn’t know. There was nothing different about it, just another college booze fest. The music would be too loud, the air too heavy, the guys too grabby, and the company too... clubby. Feyre insisted that she would fit right into her friend group – her clique – but Nesta wasn’t sure she wanted that. She padded over to the door of her apartment. No, Nesta was quite certain that “fitting in” with Feyre’s newfound friends was something she didn’t care for at all.

Nesta’s phone buzzed on her kitchen counter as she slipped on a pair of black heels, and she picked up to Feyre’s forcibly perky voice. “Hey! We just pulled up, you coming?”

“No.” Response blunt, tone dry. The line was silent for a long moment, and Nesta held in a sigh. “Did I give you the impression that I was interested in coming?”

“Nesta, I’m not in the mood for fucking around,” Feyre said, perkiness mysteriously faded now. “It’s just one party! I promise you’ll have fun.” Bullshit.

“Since when have I ever-”

“And everyone else really wants you to come, too!” Feyre cut her off, “Rhys is excited to meet you!”

Rhys. Feyre’s boyfriend. Nesta groaned inwardly, truly dreading any interaction with the rugby star. Feyre had immediately caught the eye of the local heartthrob, and the two began a serious relationship shortly after meeting. And with one came the others. In high school they would have been labeled “popular.” They were quite possibly the closest group of friends at the college, almost all of them having known each other since childhood. And Feyre had slipped right in among them. Nesta had warned Feyre against making the tight pack of fourth-years her main group of friends, and she had her own opinions about a freshman dating a senior, but Feyre didn’t make a habit of following Nesta’s advice. Rather, she seemed to think she could give Nesta – a third-year – much more valuable guidance. Domineering bitch.

“I don’t give a shit about your friends, Feyre. I’m only coming because of our deal,” Nesta said. Feyre had been pestering her all semester, spewing crap about how Nesta and Feyre should spend more time together. Nesta should get out more. Nesta should tag along with Feyre’s friend group. Nesta should have some fun.

More bullshit.

As second semester began, Feyre had proposed a deal: Nesta would go to one party with Feyre and her buddies, and if she honestly didn’t enjoy it, Feyre would stop asking her to join them.

“I’m on my way. Let’s just get it over with,” Nesta grumbled, and with that, she hung up the phone and opened the apartment door.

Part 2: Can You Afford to Be An Individual? (Nothing but Thieves

Nesta looked around the group of fourth-years–plus Feyre–arranged in front of her. Introductions were unnecessary; you couldn’t attend this school without knowing who they were. Her eyes fell first upon Rhys, his arm around Feyre’s waist. His chin lifted slightly as she made eye contact. Rhys: double major in history and foreign policy. President of the astrology club. Captain of the rugby team, possibly one of the best players the school had ever seen. He was the group leader, though nobody said it aloud. Nesta knew him well. Perhaps she only knew his type well, or her own perception of his type, but that didn’t keep her from holding his gaze a few moments longer than would be comfortable. Then she turned her scrutiny on his sidekicks, so she called them, Cassian and Azriel. The former wore jeans and a baggy black jacket over his rugby uniform in the school colors: black and red. The latter wore black pants with a dark blue button-down shirt untucked.

Cassian smirked as her eyes met his. “Glad you decided to make an appearance,” he drawled. She narrowed her eyes at him, and his smile widened in response. Cocky bastard. Azriel, double majoring in political science and criminology, simply nodded at her in greeting.

After the sidekicks came Rhys’s cousin Mor, an architecture major with a minor in design. She was entirely too peppy in a way that left Nesta exhausted, but Nesta wouldn’t give her satisfaction by scoffing at her cocked hip and half-grin, ostensibly projecting confidence. She held Mor’s stare, matching her asserted confidence with a cool security in her own assets. The half-smile twisted, just slightly, and Nesta moved on to the short girl farthest to the right: Amren.

Amren scared people. As in, people were genuinely freaked out by her. Aside from a few cultish tendencies, her occasional propensity for violence and/or verbal outbursts, and her sharp expression, though, Nesta couldn’t tell why. Amren majored in gemology and minored in linguistics, and was the only one in the group other than Feyre to have not known the others since they were little. In fact, she was studying here from abroad, though nobody actually knew where she was from. Unlike Mor, Amren presented a confidence that Nesta could believe in and respect. Nesta maintained her chilled posture, but let the bite in her expression retreat.

As for Feyre’s introducing Nesta, that was unnecessary as well. They all knew her; most upperclassmen did. Or rather they knew of her, by the name of heinous bitch. If she were being honest with herself, she didn’t mind the nickname.

“Okay,” Feyre started, her voice expectant as she tilted her chin to look at Rhys’s face, “Let’s head in?” Feyre, Rhys, and Nesta had met up with the rest of the group in the parking lot before they entered the party. Fashionably late, Feyre had told her on the drive in Rhys’s tesla. Rhys taught me that the key to maintaining his public image is in making grand entrances. God, Nesta wanted to laugh at Rhys’s influence over her.

As they entered the building holding the party Nesta immediately stiffened, and had to close her eyes for a moment against the harsh blue and purple lights cast by PAR cans. All senses at once were smacked by the presence of weed. The floor was vibrating, and speakers blasted near-deafening music so that all Nesta could really hear was thunder. Jesus Christ, I hate parties, she thought. A mass of sweaty bodies shifted and bounced through the too-heavy air ahead of her, some only silhouettes in the murky haze, through which Nesta saw red solo cups littering every possible surface. Suddenly she noticed Feyre standing next to her, fidgeting with her clutch and looking over expectantly. Nesta shot her a withering look that said, “This is not what we agreed to.” Feyre had the nerve to look guilty.

“Okay before you say anything,” Feyre began, “I know that look, and... I know this is a bit bigger than we talked about-”

“A bit?! This is a rager, Feyre. Do I look like I rage?”

“Okay no, but I promise Rhys and I have a plan.” Oh my God.

Nesta gave her another glare and plucked a cup off a nearby table. Sniffing it, she sighed and took a big swig. “Please, my dearest sister, do tell.”

“We’re going with a buddy system.”

Nesta coughed. “A buddy system – are you fucking kidding me?” She spied Rhys and his dickhead friends in the corner of her eye. “Wow, are arts and crafts before or after beer pong?”

Feyre rolled her eyes, calling a fresh wave of frustration to roll over Nesta. “Can you shut it with the attitude, Nesta? I already apologized for the crowd of people – it kind of got out of hand. Rhys told me before we left but I didn’t want to scare you out of coming.” She gave Nesta a pleading look.

“Tch, whatever. Who’s my buddy? I assume you’ll be with Rhys?”

Feyre beamed at her. “You’re paired up with Cassian!”

“Cassian.” Great. Alpha dickhead.

“Don’t be like that. He knows his way around these things and he’ll keep you from accidentally overdosing or blacking out.”

“Who said that wasn’t my intention?”

Feyre scrunched her face up. “Either way, you can’t deny that he’s bigger and taller than half the creepy guys here. He’ll keep unwanted attention away.”

Nesta watched as Rhys, lead hulking rugby bro dickhead, caught sight of her sister and eyed her with what might have been lust or love – Nesta couldn’t decide. Cassian, approaching from Rhys’s side, cut Nesta a slow, purposeful look down and back up to her face. She felt an annoying tingle down her spine as the crowds parted for them. This was going to be a long night.

Part 3: Inhaler (Foals)

They had been at the party for less than ten minutes and Nesta already wanted to leave. Drink in hand, she aimlessly wandered around the outskirts of the crowd, hoping to find a place to sit farther from the lights that drowned out any rational thought that flashed through her brain. Cassian trailed a few steps behind.

“So, what do you do for fun?”

She twisted around to glare at him. “Why are you talking to me?”

Cassian puffed out a laugh and spread his arms wide, responding, “If you don’t recall, we’re kind of stuck together, darling.”

Right. Nesta rolled her eyes. “How could I forget?” Cassian left the question hanging, still following her, so she forged on. “I like to read. A concept that’s probably foreign to you.” She dodged a young couple parting from the fray to make out against the wall, and paused to reorient herself.

“You might be surprised.” Nesta groaned inwardly and arched a brow. “Oh I have no doubt.”

“None at all?”

“What. Are you on volume seven of Captain Underpants?”

“Volume eight, actually.”

Nesta stopped. She was pissed. Pissed at this party, pissed at Feyre for lying about how big it was, pissed that she was stuck with rugby bro sidekick, pissed that the purple lights suddenly seemed a lot brighter, the music a lot louder, her thoughts a lot fuzzier. “Look, Cassian. I only came here as a favor to my sister. We’re not friends.” He started to cut her off, but she continued, turning so that they fully faced each other, “You don’t have to stay, I can take care of myself.”

He leaned in close, the laughter in his tone suddenly gone. “Listen, princess. You’ve had two beers and you’re already tipsy. I get it, we’re not friends. But there are at least four guys looking at you like they want to take you against the nearest surface and I’m the only man within a thirty-foot radius that has any self-control. There’s no way I’m leaving.” He held her gaze firmly.

“So that’s it – I’m just supposed to trust you? My knight in shining armor, here to protect my virtue? That ship sailed a long time ago.” Fuck it. “I wouldn’t mind taking you for a ride though,” Nesta said, flashing a smirk at the end.

Cassian’s lips twisted into a half-grin, but she could see annoyance rising up in his eyes. “Nesta, you don’t wanna play with me.”

“Brute.” Nesta turned and started walking away again.

“Bitch.” He followed.

Nesta scoffed. “How original.”

“Not all of us are English Lit majors.”

Somehow Nesta tripped on her own foot at that moment, staggering sideways into Cassian’s path. He lunged forward, arms going around her waist to hoist her upright. Her lip curled and she spit out, “And not all of us are rugby stars,” and shoved her way out of his arms.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Cassian asked, incredulous.

“Cassian, I’m sure there are plenty of girls here that would love your attention. But I’m not one of them.” She turned around to face him, walking backwards, and almost tripped again. “So go on and play with someone else. I don’t care. Just leave me alone.” With that, Nesta thrust herself into the fray, pushing her way through the mass of shouting people, making the crowd a barrier between herself and Cassian.

Part 4: Emergency (Nothing but Thieves)

After five minutes of random college students bumping into her from every direction, her head pounding and thoughts muddled, Nesta realized she didn’t know which direction the exit was in. Fuck. She was disoriented and exasperated, her frustration now showing in her usually unshakable expression. She couldn’t even tell which direction the light was coming from. How many beers had she drunk? Two? Three? She wasn’t usually a drinker, and it hit her then that she hadn’t eaten for hours before the party started. Stupid, she thought. This was why she didn’t do parties.

She was so distracted trying to figure out where the light source was, trying to get her bearings at least, that she didn’t catch sight of a brooding figure wending its way toward her until the man had a hold of her wrist and was pulling her to the side of the room, wherever that was.

“Hey! Get the fuck off me!” Nesta shouted over the crowd, but couldn’t get a response from the man until they found one of the cinder block walls.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice cruel as he tried to pull her closer. “We’re just having a bit of fun, that’s all.”

“Excuse me?” Nesta ripped free of his grasp, but he backed her into a corner. He had a drink in one hand. Not good.

“Hey, hey, no need to get worked up,” he drawled, “I saw the way you were looking at me.” Looking at him? Nesta thought. This was the first she’d seen of him.

Nesta tried to step to the side, but the man followed her, his senses keener than hers in her condition. He reached out for her arm again, and Nesta shouted this time. “Don’t touch me!”

He put his hand up as if in innocence. “Come now, I’ll make it fun for you. Just have a drink.” He brought the cup toward her face, his hand now reaching behind her head, which she snatched away.

“I swear to God, can’t you bastards understand that no means no?”

“You-”

“Get the fuck away from me, creep!” She aimed a kick at his groin, but he easily dodged it.

His mouth hardened into a line, and he growled, “Just take the damn drink, bitch!”

The man shoved her into the corner, her head hitting the wall. He brought his hand up to hold her back by her shoulders as he brought the cup up toward her lips and-

“Let me go or I promise you’ll regret it.” Last resort.

He shot her a crooked grin and began to reply, but whatever response he had in mind was cut short.

A voice from behind him said, “And she never goes back on a promise, asshole.” The man was wrenched off her body by two strong hands, and pulled over to the side to give her an out, which she quickly took advantage of.

And there, dragging the man away from her, was Cassian.

The creep tried to play it cool. “Hey, Cassian, bro, what’s up, man?” he said mock-casually, “I caught your last game! great playing, dude!” His demeanor shifted completely as he turned on his bro mode.

Cassian’s jaw was set. He tightened his grip on the man’s shoulder, his stare withering. “You need to leave. Right now.”

Yet the man kept going with a smirk, “It’s all good bro, we can share.”

That was a step too far.

Cassian grabbed the man’s shirt, pulling him close. “That’s the thing – I don’t share. I don’t play nice.” Cassian thrust his face forward so they were only a couple inches apart. “You said you caught my last game, right? So you know I don’t go down without a fight. Touch her again and you’ll regret it.” With that, he shoved the guy into a table, and turned to Nesta. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

Part 5: Before We Drift Away (Nothing but Thieves)

Dizzy and shaken, Nesta let Cassian guide her through the crowd to the exit. Once they were outside in the cool night air, he pulled her aside, gaze dark.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No.”

“Did he force you to drink whatever was in that cup?”

“No.”

His eyes closed and relief flooded across his face. “Good. God, some people are fucked up. I don’t know what I would have done if he had drugged you, or taken you away, or...” He trailed off, leaving anything further than that unsaid.

They were silent for a minute. Nesta looked up at him, a bit of worry still etched across his features. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you care so much?”

He looked over to her, something strange in his expression that Nesta couldn’t place. “I don’t know. You’re a human being, and your safety was left in my hands.” He paused and looked away. “If I’m being honest, when I saw that guy put his hands on you... I don’t know. Something flipped inside me.” At that moment he looked down to her bare shoulders, noticing that she was beginning to shiver. “You’re cold,” he said softly. “Here, take this.” He removed his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, even when she protested.

Nesta frowned as she gave in and pulled his jacket tightly around her, annoyed at the way her body betrayed her. “I don’t need protection. I’ve lived a long time without people to care about me.” She started walking toward the parking lot, and he followed.

“You shouldn’t have to live like that, Nesta. You’ve been pushing me away all night, but listen to me – don’t you understand? I’m not just talking to you because I’m bored. I don’t smile at you as a game, as if you’re some prize for me to win. Can’t you see by now that I’m doing literally everything I can just to stay by your side? Damn it, I asked Feyre to pair us together at the party.”

Nesta had stopped walking and was speechless for once.

Cassian stepped closer tentatively, as though she’d back away. He ran a finger over Nesta’s wrist and looked up to the sky. “Please, just don’t make me say anything else completely insane. I promise I’m not in the habit of sharing intense moments with perfect strangers.”

A rush of anger coursed through Nesta, and she shoved him back. “Don’t,” she said. “Don’t talk to me like that. Despite what you must think, I’m not an idiot. I’m not naive. I am well aware that this is all a favor to my sister. Stay with my lame, antisocial sister. It might be fun, right?” She paused, any restraint she had used earlier having completely abandoned her.

“That’s not what I think at all, Nes-”

“Fuck you, Cassian.” She shoved him again, more aggressively this time.

Cassian caught her wrists and pulled her closer. “Try that again.”

Nesta glared. “Bite me,” she spit out.

“Maybe I will.”

And as though drawn to her by some gravitational force, Cassian’s mouth came crashing down onto hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist, seeming to lift her off her feet. Nesta’s bare skin burned where Cassian touched her, and she pushed back against his touch to gain control. Everything, every thought was fading to nothing. Biting down on his lip drew out a low groan from Cassian, and Nesta broke free.

Cassian put his hands up as though to make a barrier between them, as though he wouldn’t be able to control himself without it.

“So much for being the only man with self-control,” Nesta said. Cassian just shook his head, earning a light snort from Nesta. “I shut everyone out--even pretty jocks like you. Don’t take it personally. It’s just easier.”

Cassian smiled his easy smile, and he reached up to touch his lips with a thumb. “You think I’m pretty?”

Nesta scoffed. “The prettiest.”

He stood there for a moment, just smiling at her, before turning back toward the parking lot. “Okay, princess, allow me to introduce you to the pinnacle of after-party activities.”

Nesta raised a brow, and Cassian let out a bark of laughter.

“Get your mind out of the gutter. I’m talking about pancakes.”

She looked skeptical. “Pancakes?”

“Yes. And after the night you had, you deserve an entire plate of them.” Cassian reached out to her with his big, warm hand, and Nesta hesitated.

“Cassian-” She started warily.

“Hey – I’m not asking you to marry me, it’s just pancakes.”

Nesta waited a moment more, then took his hand. “Fine. But I’m not sharing the chocolate sauce.”

“I wouldn’t dare ask you to. Besides, you already know how I feel about sharing.”

Nesta smiled a bit. “Hey Cassian?

“Yes Nesta?”

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

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gogoseijoh · 4 years

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losing - kageyama x reader x tsukishima

summary: kageyama realizes he’s losing his best friend, and longtime crush, to his rival.

genre: angst with a little fluff?

a/n: welcome to my first fic :) angsty kageyama and lovestruck tsukki... i couldn’t help myself. i think this is gonna be multiple chapters i have a lotttt of ideas. also trying to make tsukki soft while still being in character?? tough

word count: 2.2k

part 2

Kageyama could not imagine you not being by his side. You had been best friends since you were in diapers, and there were pictures of you two in the bath together from before you could remember each other. He didn’t deserve you, and he knew that. You had stood with him through every temper tantrum and bad mood and had done it with a gentle smile and comforting words. You were the only person that Kageyama consistently apologized to, always shyly hanging his head and whispering the words, only to have you laugh and take his hand, “Oh, Tobio, you silly boy. I’ll always forgive you!” He never understood why you stayed, but he was happy you did. Some of your other friends questioned why you were so steadfast in your loyalty to the dark haired boy, and you always responded calmly, saying, “Well, what would he do without me?” You were everything he wasn’t, a level headed companion to a boy prone to raging when things didn’t go his way. Your dynamic was one not understood by anyone else, but the friendship did not require understanding. You were the kindest person he knew, and he would be damned if he let go of you.

It was around the entrance of high school that Kageyama realized he had begun to like you, or at least to realize that he liked you. You had chosen to go to Karasuno, and when he didn’t get in to Shiratorizawa, it seemed like the natural choice to follow you. He had heard rumors that the old coach Ukai was coming back, and that was just a bonus to getting to stay with you. He made his choice directly after finding out he hadn’t gotten in to Shiratorizawa, when you held his head in your lap, carding your fingers through his hair and told him that he could be the best no matter where he went. That was the first moment that he felt his heart swell in his chest, snuggling down into your thighs as you reassured him. He could smell your laundry detergent, a scent that curled around him and held him close. He sat up and looked at you, which made you blink in surprise, but not as much surprise as you felt when Kageyama mumbled, “Thank you for being here for me.” You didn’t know what to say, so you said nothing, instead opting to lean forward and pull him into a hug, your arms tight around his neck as his slipped to hold your waist. He felt so comfortable there with you, wishing he could stay there with you forever.

Once beginning high school, your enthusiasm for Kageyama’s love for volleyball only grew when he found a strong team, and was stoked even more when Kiyoko asked you to assist her in managing them. You accepted immediately, and thus began you spending all your time with the Karasuno volleyball club. You were startled at first, not expecting how ferocious Tanaka and Nishinoya would be in their attempts to woo you, but them flirting with you became a source of entertainment, and unbeknownst to you, something that aggravated Kageyama to no end. He did his best to hide how much it bothered him, and did pretty well for the most part, except for the time when Hinata asked him what was wrong with his face. Things only got worse for him from there. Kageyama walked you home religiously, and when you started managing with Kiyoko, the rest of the team joined you on at least part of your journey. You typically stuck close to the setter, chatting animatedly about you day while he munched on the snack you always brought him for after practice. It was one night that you were walking along, giggling and messing around with Hinata, when Kageyama felt a presence next to him. He rolled his eyes when he saw Tsukishima, the blonde’s headphones pulled down around his neck. He had been bugging Kageyama more than usual lately, and it seemed as though it wouldn’t be stopping any time soon, “You know, I have no idea how she puts up with you, your Majesty.” He didn’t need to question his meaning, only rolling his eyes once again and taking larger steps to get away from him, but he paused when Tsukishima’s voice met his ears again, “She’s too good for you, but you must know that, right?”

Kageyama was about to snap back when you joined him once again, slipping between him and Tsukishima. You didn’t seem to pick up on any of the tension between the two young men, instead turning to the bespeckled boy, “Tsukishima! You did great at practice today!” Kageyama didn’t miss the way your cheeks began to blush when you looked up at the other first year. All of a sudden, what Tsukishima said sunk in for your best friend. He did know you were to good for him, and that was part of the issue he was having. He had been desperately trying to ask you out for a few months, but every time he tried, he started thinking about your best qualities. You were selfless, sacrificing your own needs to satisfy those of the people around you. Your heart was so excessively big, wanting everyone around you to be happy, and sometimes Kageyama was forced to wonder what he brought to your friendship. Every day, he felt honored that you had chosen him to bestow your friendship on, but what did he give you? Those things ran through his mind even deeper as he watched you interact with Tsukishima. His eyes flitted between you and the taller boy, and he was even more shocked at what he saw. Tsukishima’s lips were fighting the curl of a smile as he looked down at you, a dusting of pink across his cheeks. That was the moment he realized that Tsukki hadn’t only said those things to torment him, but also out of jealousy.

Heat crawled up the brunette’s neck, abruptly interrupting your conversation, “(y/n), let’s take the shortcut today.” He nodded towards the side road to the right of him that you two had found out cuts about five minutes off your walk home. You never took that route on nights you walked home from volleyball, instead choosing to stay with the rest of your classmates, but Kageyama wanted to get you away from Tsukishima.

Your eyes shifted to Kageyama, then back to Tsukishima, a shy smile on your face, “Okay, Tobio. Bye, Tsukki!” You bounded behind Kageyama, who had already begun taking large strides away from you. Tsukki. You called him Tsukki. Yamaguchi was the only one who called him that. Yamaguchi was the only one who he let call him that. That nickname usually caused Tsukishima to snap at the speaker, but when you said it, he was quiet, the ghost of a grin on his face as he slipped his headphones back over his ears. That was the first moment that Kageyama felt you slipping away from him.

The second came a week later, again after a practice. As your group made its way out of Karasuno’s campus, you dug in your backpack for the snack you packed for Kageyama, Hinata was bouncing around him, talking about how cool it will be when their quick attack is perfected, and Kageyama is attempting to listen, but when he sees you pull a protein bar out of your bag and hand it to Tsukishima, he nearly felt his head pop off. Tsukishima paused when you offered it to him before slowly taking it, his fingers brushing yours as he thanked you. You blushed before pulling another bar out, turning your head over your shoulder to call Kageyama over, slipping it into his hand when he met you. You walked between the two again, chatting to Yamaguchi, who was walking on the other side of the tall blonde. Kageyama zoned out, his mind racing with thoughts. Part of him felt like he was majorly overreacting, as it really was just a snack, but he knew you. He knew how you acted when you liked someone, and it always starting with the sharing of snacks. In middle school, when you liked Kunimi, you always brought extras in your lunch to share with him. Typically, you were picky about sharing your food, only doing it for Kageyama, but once you started crushing on someone, it was a given that you’d begin doing it for the person as well. It wasn’t a good sign for Kageyama.

Then the texting began. You were in Kageyama’s room on a Saturday, sitting on the floor with books sprawled all over between you two. You were trying to help him with mathematics, and he was doing some practice problems while you laid down across from him. Your phone kept pinging, messages flowing to your inbox. Each time you picked it up, you’d smile and type something back, before putting it back down and sighing. Then the cycle continued. When you eventually went to the bathroom, Kageyama couldn’t help his wandering eyes.

[tsukki :)] 3:47 pm

I like talking to you too.

Kageyama scowled. Tsukishima wasn’t nice. He had never been that nice to anyone, not even Yamaguchi, at least not in public. But now, here was this text, confirming that Tsukishima had some sort of positive feeling for you. Kageyama liked to think that he’d be okay with it if you were just friends with him, but he didn’t even want that. He felt stupid, you could be friends with anyone you wanted. You weren’t his girlfriend, and even if you were, he knew he would never tell you whether or not you could be friends with anyone, but it wasn’t just anyone. It was Tsukishima. Tsukishima, who constantly did his best to get under his skin. Tsukishima, whose smile was almost always caused by jokes at others expense. How could it be him? Kageyama would understand if it was anyone else. If you found yourself swept off your feet by Sugawara or Yamaguchi, he would have been more understanding. Even if you had begun to date Hinata, God forbid, he would have been able to calm himself down. But Tsukishima? How could someone as kind and caring as you like him? You, someone who was willing spending her Saturday with him, trying to help him understand schoolwork. He couldn’t understand. He pretended he hadn’t seen the text, but you knew something was off, because for the rest of the day, he was easily frustrated and unable to focus. You hummed, “Kageyama, let’s take a break and watch a movie or something.” You played with his hair while you watched whatever he put on. The only thing that he could think of the whole time was that eventually, Tsukishima would be the one getting this attention from you.

Things started to really change after that day. Twice a week, you started eating lunch with Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, which you invited him to, but he refused. He didn’t want to be around the two of you, with your shy glances at him and his eyes drinking in your every move. He didn’t want to see the way he looked at you. Kageyama knew that he likely had the same look when he saw you, but he hated seeing that adoration for you in someone else’s eyes. It was even worse when you were at practice, standing next to Kiyoko and watching Tsukishima with wide eyes. Kageyama wondered if there had ever been a time where you looked at him with the same amazement. For a while, your interactions stayed friendly, the only real giveaway being your eyes. Then, one day during the walk home, Kageyama noticed that Tsukishima had traded his headphones in for earbuds. The reason was clear when he passed one earbud to you, placing the other in his ear as you two walked side by side. Tanaka and Noya were cackling behind the two of you, joking about how the typically apathetic boy was going to get a girlfriend before any of the rest of them. You were far enough ahead of the group that you didn’t hear them jesting. Then, the unthinkable happened. The whole team watched as Tsukishima slipped his hand into yours, his entire face engulfed in a crimson blush. Your steps slowed down, looking at him in pure awe. He had continued on, and his hand tugging you along, causing you to jump forward to catch up to him. All your friends were chattering behind you, all except Kageyama, who had fallen to the back of the group. He didn’t want to see the two of you. His eyes were locked on his feet as he walked, and it wasn’t until a hand clasped on his shoulder that he looked up. It was Suga, whose warm eyes held an understanding that soothed Kageyama. “You doing okay, Kageyama?” Suga’s gentle voice lilted. Kageyama shrugged, causing the older boy to speak again, “I know it’s hard, but just give it time.” Time. Kageyama wanted to scoff at that, but instead he just nodded, not wanting to seem rude when his upperclassmen was trying to comfort him. If time was any fair, wouldn’t you be his by now? “Fair” wasn’t a word he would apply to this situation at all. The way he felt now was the same itch he got when he lost a game, and the ache that came with losing settled in his spine, making a home in the base of his neck. Losing, and to his own teammate no less.

#kageyama tobio x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukki x reader #kageyama x reader #hinata shoyo #sugawara koshi #tanaka ryu #nishinoya yuu #yamaguchi tadashi #haikyuu!!

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pawprintsmoon · 3 years

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You and me, Part III

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30337365/chapters/74893146#workskin

The proposal

After a shower and clean pajamas, Alex finished packing his suitcase, tucking the ring safely inside. The next morning, he was so focused on not losing it again that he ended up misplacing his coffee filled travel mug. He had put it down for one second, and suddenly it was nowhere to be seen. Henry found it in minutes and they left for the airport. Distracted beyond reason, Alex had to hop out of the car to race back inside to grab his wallet. Then he had to hop out of the car again to run inside and get his phone.

After speeding to the JFK airport, they crossed the Atlantic and spent one night in Kensington recovering from jet lag. They spent their first full day at a trans* equity conference. The English press greeted their visiting prince with union jacks and rainbows. Naturally, they responded with charming comments and smiling photos. Alex took the opportunity to livestream a message to his followers: ‘of course transgender high schoolers should be allowed on the sports team that aligns with their gender, and here’s why…’

Privately, in the car back to the palace, Henry expressed the opinion that public schools ought to have polo teams, because it’s a coed sport and ideal for nonbinary teens who don’t like to rock the boat. Alex responded with similar sentiments about quidditch. The rest of the drive they shared a familiar rant about how Harry Potter belongs to the fans (including the trans* fans) and not only to JKR.

That night, just past 2am, Alex turned over in bed to ask, “You awake?”

“Always.”

“Good. We’re going on a fieldtrip. Come on.” Alex pulled them both out of bed, and they got dressed, Alex swinging on his Gucci jacket. He would have worn a hoodie, the incognito uniform of the internationally recognizable, but tonight he didn’t want to hide himself. It was worth the risk. Besides, they didn’t really need to sneak around anymore, did they? Old habits.

He led them out of the palace, down Prince Consort Road. He stopped for a selfie with the sign, because he really had wanted to last time. A second selfie included them both, looking goofy and not caring. When they reached the back entrance of the Victoria and Albert Museum, they kissed lazily against the wall. Once Henry’s lips melted Alex’s nerves, he drew back to take the next step.

“Thing about dating the prince,” he said, holding up keys, “is that you can borrow pretty much anything he owns. And he can get the keys to anywhere if he asks nicely.”

“You’re a thief,” snarked Henry, walking through the door that Alex held open for him. “And a knave, and a scoundrel.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Alex gave the security guard a wad of cash. “Thanks, Gavin. It’ll be Renaissance City.”

They walked past sculptures, artifacts, and paintings, surrounded by the history that they were a part of. They got to the piazza, Henry’s sacred place. Just like last time, the first statue, Samson Slaying a Philistine took away what little breath Alex had, and he had to lean on Henry for support. Like windswept magnets, their lips met, for no reason at all.

Most of the time, Alex had a strong sense of Henry and himself being part of the current moment of history, changing the world in the here and now. But right then, time seemed to melt, and they were surrounded by historical sculptures telling timeless stories. Zephyr the Greek god of the west wind, Proserpina in the underworld, and Jason and his golden fleece. Archetypical and expansive.

And then there was Henry: the national gay landmark, prince charming, an obtuse fucking asshole. Hopefully his future husband. Sticking with his plan, he pulled away from Henry and got out his phone to open Spotify. Taking a deep breath, he pressed play. “Your Song” came from the tinny speakers.

“It’s a little bit funny, these feelings inside. I’m not one of those who can easily hide.”

“Why am I getting deja vu?” Henry asked, as Alex wrapped his arms around Henry’s waist.

“No clue.”

They began to sway, slow and intimate, cheek to cheek. He recognized the swelling in his chest as the same ache he’d felt when Henry first played this song for him years ago in the music parlor. Back then, he’d been trying so hard to repress his love for Henry, gripping the settee and wondering how long they would fly across the world to touch each other without talking about it. Now they let love dance around them, unbridled and openly declared in front of the world.

Other memories stirred up unbidden. Henry ghosting him after their first kiss, leaving him out in the snow and questioning everything. And then again when Alex hinted at love, leaving him in the lake with his heart carved out. Twice is not a pattern though, is it. Ever since the last time they were in this museum together, Henry had given his entire self to Alex. He had decided to be with Alex for real that night. That had been when they decided to love each other on purpose.

“I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words. How wonderful life is, now you’re in the world.”

For several beats of silence, he just looked at Henry. And Henry looked at him, and the museum disappeared. The whole world faded away except Henry and himself. It was now. He knelt down to one knee slowly, never losing eye contact. Henry’s loving smile showed no surprise as Alex spoke.

“Henry George Edward James Fox-Mounchristen-Windsor,” he said, making Henry roll his eyes. “I have a question to ask you. You see, my mom asked me, back in our early days, if I felt forever about you. I knew it then, and I know it now. I want to spend my life with you. So... ”

He paused, reached into his jacket, and pulled out the bedazzled box, rhinestones spelling out ‘love.’ Henry had probably guessed that it was never intended for June’s earrings, because he laughed like the box was an inside joke. Despite knowing what was coming, he inhaled audibly when Alex opened the box to reveal a simple silver ring.

“Will you marry me?”

Henry laughed again, a laugh like the birds of sunrise. “Yes, Alex. I will marry you.”

The prince reached into his pocket and pulled out a small leather box, the same size as the one Alex held. Then, he knelt down on one knee as well, mirroring his fiancé. He opened it to reveal a thick antique gold ring inlaid with a gem that Alex couldn’t identify. Beautiful. “Alex Claremont-Diaz, will you spend forever with me as your partner, confidant, and best friend?”

“I,” Alex choked, “yeah, fuck, of course-”

Henry cut him off with a swift and passionate kiss, both of them on their knees, fumbling the engagement rings onto their fingers. Alex felt like the deceased king that had probably worn his engagement ring. They kissed until their knees grew sore, and they collapsed on the tile.

“How did you think to bring a ring and everything?”

“Believe it or not, I somehow predicted that you might do this,” Henry teased.

Their buzzing bodies urged them to get back to the palace, to Henry’s room, to the bed. So they pulled each other to their feet, both dizzy and desperate. Before leaving the piazza they held each other for just a little longer.

“I love you,” whispered Henry.

“Fuck, I know you do.” It’s an amazing thing, to know completely and utterly that somebody loves you. “I love you too.”

“I know.” Henry held him around the waist and their foreheads pressed together. “Hey, so, I know we’re going to have to have a big, gay, traditional, royal wedding and all that -”

“Which we’ll make fun!” Alex said, with the positivity of a camp counselor. The world could really benefit from a big, gay, royal wedding. “There will be so many rainbows, even only if the crowd brings them.”

“And we’ll definitely have an adequate number of champagne fountains.” Henry winked at him. “But you interrupted-”

“Sorry!”

“-me. I was saying that I know we’re doing the public wedding for the audience, and the press, but...” Suddenly Henry looked nervous. “Well, would you maybe want to…”

“Spit it out babe,” Alex kissed Henry lightly on the lips before pulling back to show that Henry had his entire attention. “I’m listening, for real.”

“Would you, would you maybe want to elope first?”

“I… um. Would we, you know, still do the royal wedding afterwards?” Alex asked. “Keep it a secret?”

“Well, yes.” The words tumbled out. “But it would be a secret that we’re keeping for ourselves. We wouldn’t be keeping a secret for an election, or family expectations, or our god damned publicists. It would be ours, and we would keep it because we want to.

“Because I want to keep you to myself, just a little bit.” Henry shrugged, sheepish. “You give so much of yourself to your country, to the world, and I love that about you, but I want this to be just us. I’d be open to inviting Bea, Pez, June, and Nora, and our parents too, if you want.”

“And honestly, I don’t really want there to be a minister or priest… maybe Pez could do it?” Henry continued. “It doesn’t even have to be legal, so people don’t find out. I don’t know, I just thought, it could be just us, making a promise. Not with the crown, not with the church, not with all your adoring fans. Just the people that really matter.”

“I…” A grin spread slowly across Alex’s face. “I love it. Yes. Hell yes. Where? Not Vegas. Paris?”

“Paris.” Relief sweetened Henry’s smile. “And I could play my vows for you on the piano, if you’d like.”

“Yes I’d like! We could do it on a sailboat with a captain! Can you bring a piano on a sailboat?” Henry shook his head and kissed Alex’s grin, nuzzling their noses together. Alex whispered, “Okay, I’ll slow down and we can figure it out together. You and me.”

“You and me.” They fell into each other, a blissful act of entropy, all lips and hands.

“Besides,” Alex said as they stopped to catch their breath. “Secrets can be kind of hot if I remember correctly.”

AN: So, I thought I'd end with the proposal, but I feel like there's maybe more here? Like, this scene was kinda building up to some 'just got engaged' smut, or it could go on to show their elopement. I'm feeling a tinsy bit uninspired for their vows though, so if any of y'all feel like writing those, I could insert to the rest of the marriage scene that could be fun. If anyone feels like doing the post-proposal smut (or the wedding night smut lol) lemme know! Otherwise, thank you for reading! Check out my other rwrb fics, if you feel like it :)

#you and me #part 3 #first prince #rwrb #proposal story #henry fox mountchristen windsor #alex claremont diaz #red white and royal blue

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simplybakugou · 4 years

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The Villain -- Ch. 8: Coming Clean

A/N: the fact that I started this in 2018… I’M SO READY TO FINALLY FINISH THIS SHITTY STORY SO I'M SORRY IF THIS IS ACTUAL GARBAGE, I'M JUST DONE WITH THIS LMAO

Pairing: villain!bakugou x female!reader

Warnings: swearing; a little steamy 👀

Word Count: 3,539

Remember, if you want to be tagged in future chapters, comment below and I’ll add your username to the list!

LINKS TO NEW CHAPTERS

✐posted 06.03.2020✐

Bakugou kicked open the door to the Kamino Ward, feeling absolutely enraged with his fists clenched at his sides. “Where are you, Warp Gate fucker?!”

Kurogiri felt himself flinch behind the bar as Bakugou trudged inside the building, slamming his palms down onto the table. Even he felt himself shudder under the piercing gaze of his vermillion eyes, shifting in place in discomfort.

“What is it, Ground Zero?” Kurogiri asked.

“What the fuck did you do to the Comission Center? I didn’t give you any orders to pull that shit,” Bakugou grunted, feeling his palms sweat as little sparks erupted from his palms subconsciously.

Kurogiri looked back at Bakugou plainly. “With all due respect, Ground Zero, I don’t think what you’ve been doing has been benefiting the League of Villains. In addition…”

Kurogiri paused looking up to meet Bakugou’s gaze. “It seems to me that you have personal feelings for (H/N), which is what is holding you back. And frankly, I do not support this as our cause is completely different from those heroes.”

Bakugou laughed humorlessly, not believing a single word he was hearing. “Alright, let’s say you don’t trust me, which I don’t give a fuck about because I’m the leader for a reason. But who the fuck was with you ‘cause there no way in hell you’d be able to cause that much damage with that shitty quirk of yours.”

Kurogiri sighed. “The second person in question was a fake. There was no one else there. I used explosives to cause the damage to the area. Those heroes misread what they saw and relayed the information incorrectly. We must increase the pace in which we’re taking to finalize our goal: destroy every single hero there is.”

Bakugou scoffed, nodding along to his story. He didn’t believe what he was saying, realizing that Kurogiri was most likely covering for the person most likely behind all of this. Nevertheless, Bakugou was willing to put up with Kurogiri’s antics… for now.

“Alright… I’ll let it go for now, but next time tell me first before you do some dumb shit like this,” Bakugou said curtly, pushing back and moving towards the exit. He stopped in his tracks, looking back at Kurogiri in annoyance. “And I don’t like that shitty girl either so get that thought out of your fucking ass!”

***

“Are the reporters all out there?” You asked, wanting to peek behind the curtain in the conference hall.

Tsubaki, the one who called you immediately following the incident at the Hero Public Safety Commission Center, peeked through the curtain gasping at the sight. “There’s so many of them out there!”

You sighed, your heart feeling heavy due to the large amount of people in one room awaiting for Natsuya’s speech as well as the reason for the press conference. Although you were never close to him, you felt awful about what had happened to Hawks as he was a major hero when you were still a teenager in U.A.

“I’m surprised Yamashita got so many people here at once in such a short amount of time!” Tsubaki exclaimed.

You nodded in agreement. “I mean, what else would you expect from the Chief of Police?”

Natsuya emerged from the conference room where other officers, the head of the Hero Commission Center, and other officials followed. Natsuya shot you a small smile, his nerves skyrocketing as he was instructed to go out onto the small stage placed in front of all of the reporters. The curtain pulled back and flashes of cameras glowed in the room as the reporters rapidly took pictures.

Natsuya took a deep breath, standing in front of the podium as he was chosen to deliver the news to everyone. You stayed behind the curtain with Tsubaki and other heroes who attended.

“The events that took place yesterday were horrific and outright evil. We have confirmed that the villain Kurogiri and an unidentified second villain were the ones responsible for this atrocity. We have also confirmed that villains Dabi and Ground Zero were nowhere to be seen during these events, therefore are not responsible. Nevertheless, the League of Villains are still held accountable for this, and will be held accountable for the health damage that hero Hawks faced. The hospital also confirms that Hawks had his quirk taken away from him through the Quirk-Destroying Drug that hadn’t been used for years since Shigaraki was the original leader of the League of Villains.” Natsuya continued to relay crucial information to the crowd as they typed vigorously, trying to keep up with him as he spoke.

“What do you plan on doing, (H/N)?” Tsubaki asked you, half-listening to Natsuya and half-anticipating what you were going to say.

“If it wasn’t clear before, it’s clear now,” you stated. “We have to take down the League, no matter who stands in our way.”

***

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do?” Natsuya’s concerned voice came through the speakers of your car as you drove down the highway.

“Stop worrying about be, Tsuya, you’re going to burst a blood vessel,” you joked. “I’m just visiting home. Things are getting suffocating so I just need a breather.”

“Alright, let me know if there’s anything I can do,” Natsuya said, causing a smile to tease at your lips.

“I know I can rely on you for anything. I’ll talk to you later.” You ended the call, parking your car in front of your childhood home. Exiting your vehicle, you stood in front of your house where your father still resided, hesitant to enter. Your fingers curled into fists, deciding to not go in anyways and you made your way towards the opposite direction of the street.

Since your mother’s passing, your father had been adamant about his disapproval of your passion and profession. No matter how many honorary medals or titles you earned, your father never approved of anything. By the time you had officially become a pro, having just graduated from U.A., your father vowed to never speak to you again. It had been years since you’d spoken to him and you were nervous to encounter him again despite how many times Natsuya, who still was in contact with him, pushed you to make the first move. But you simply couldn’t.

You didn’t know where you were going, your feet taking you down the trail. Your old neighborhood was quiet and pleasant, trees, flowers, and bushes littered almost everywhere. That was why it felt like second nature for you to walk to the old park by your home, one that you and the rest of your friends from U.A. would spend time after school. But once you had finally reached the park, you felt heartbroken at the sight.

The previously lively park with acres of land and trees had been ripped apart, now a construction site with heaps of trash littering the area. It had been too long since you had last been here so you knew things would be different. Nevertheless, you hopped over the fence that stood in front of the site to keep away trespassers. You didn’t care about the consequences at the moment, wanting to sit somewhere, not caring where it was so long as you were able to clear your head somehow.

There were numerous cranes and other machines and equipment scattered across the yard. Having picked a random one, you used your quirk to push yourself atop an excavator. A deep sigh escaped from your lips as you looked out into the horizon. You could see your house from here and even some of your friends’ old homes. You stared particularly at the biggest house in the area, the Bakugou house, that was now empty. After Bakugou had turned to the League, his mother and father left the city and no one knew where they resided now. It seemed wherever Bakugou went, he brought pain and misery along with him.

“The hell?!” A certain gruff voice exclaimed from beside you. You looked to the left, eyes widening at the sight of Bakugou staring back at you with a similar expression. He was lying on the ginormous machine. You hadn’t noticed him as the space was so large and your mind was racing at a thousand miles per minute that you couldn’t even acknowledge his existence.

Before you could open your mouth to utter even a word, Bakugou was quick to jump down from the machine, avoiding you at all costs. But you were even quicker to create a gravel barrier between him and the fence using your quirk, trapping him in the space. Bakugou cursed under his breath as he was too flustered to react quick enough. You created an elevator-like step underneath Bakugou’s feet, maneuvering him back up the excavator. He didn’t utter a word nor did he attempt to flee this time, staring at you silently as he stepped back onto the machine.

You were surprised, looking at him curiously. “You’re not going to try to run, Katsuki?”

Bakugou sighed, plopping back down onto the metal surface, criss-crossing his legs. He scoffed, avoiding your gaze. “And you’re not gonna arrest me, hero?”

You rolled your eyes, pulling your legs to your chest. You wrapped your arms around them, leaning your head on your knees. “I’ve got a lot on my mind right now. And what about you, villain, you’re not going to wreak havoc on a city?”

Bakugou smirked at your wit, shrugging. “You’re not the only one with a lot on their mind.”

You sighed for what felt like the hundredth time all day. You were tired, absolutely exhausted. It seemed like you were battling the whole world at times, especially with the best pro heroes being targeted now. What happened to Hawks made you feel unsettled, like the League was going after specific heroes. It didn’t seem right that just as Hawks had advised for you to back down from any League related business, he was permanently out of commission. And it made you feel disquieted as the fear that Bakugou was behind this attack was in the back of your mind, no matter if he was there at the site of the attack physically or not. It made you feel like you couldn’t continue fighting for his innocence and you had to hold him accountable now.

“Were you the one behind the attack at the Hero Commission Center?” You asked bluntly, astounding Bakugou with your straightforwardness.

“Tch, as if I would be behind the attack that hurt my fucking boss.” The words echoed through your head, despite Bakugou mumbling it in an attempt to not let you catch on. But you heard every word, the words that you were waiting to hear for years.

“What? Your boss?” You repeated in shock.

Bakugou’s vermillion eyes flitted over to you, shining brightly against the beam of the setting sun. “You heard me. Hawks is my boss.”

He chuckled humorlessly at your bewildered expression, your lips parted as you attempted to find the right words to say and your eyes like the shape of saucers. “Got nothin’ to say? It’s what you’ve been waiting for all this time.”

“You’re an idiot,” you grunted, angered to no end. Bakugou looked at you, confused beyond words.

“What?” He knew one day he would have to come clean to you, the one person who saw through his act. He anticipated tears, confusion, shock, and happiness. But you were reacting in a way he had not expected.

“It’s about time you came clean!” You exclaimed, your voice echoing through the streets.

Bakugou closed the space between the two of you, clamping a calloused hand over your lips. “Be quiet! You’re gonna let the whole world fucking hear!”

You shook his hand from your face, turning your body to face him completely. Crossing your hands over your chest, you glared right at him. “Tell me, tell me everything.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, looking off into the distance and avoiding your gaze once more. “There’s nothing to it really. Hawks and the Hero Commission Center came to me right after the Kamino Incident to act as a double agent. Those shitheads still want me working for them to find the real leader behind the League but I’ve got no clue right fucking now.”

He glanced over at you, and although he would never admit it, he felt slightly intimidated under your glaring stare. “What? That’s everything, I mean it.”

“So you have nothing to do with the League, right?” You clarified, wanting to make sure that Bakugou was innocent. “You never hurt a single person, right? All those people are telling lies, right? You didn’t kill Shigaraki?” You were referring to all the people who were witnesses and victims under Bakugou’s supposed kidnapping.

“Can’t say I’m completely innocent. I’ve definitely hurt people, punched a civilian or two to make sure my act was solid and believable. But I didn’t kidnap or kill anyone.” Bakugou felt slightly relieved once your stare faltered a little. “All I know is the real leader is acting like me and putting up with my act. Seems like whoever it is, they want me to take all the heat and blame for now. And that person’s the one who killed ole crusty face, not me. I was just the one who found his body and was blamed for it.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion. You had dreamed of this day, the day where everything would make sense and you would understand Bakugou’s actions. But here you were, utterly confused beyond belief. “Why would the real leader go along with your act? How is it benefitting them?”

“My guess is that it’s probably someone on the other side. A hero, officer, someone in the commission center? One of those fuckers has to be fooling all of us and running this shit on the sidelines.” Bakugou paused momentarily, looking ahead. “With me around, that asshole can put the blame all on me while working with that Warp Gate fucker. But I’m close, I know that for sure. Soon enough I'll be allowed to finally be free and not have to worry about living this fucked up life anymore.”

You continued to look at him, smiling at the sight of the ends of his lips curling upwards a little. You had missed that smile. “And what do you plan to do? Once you’re free and don’t have to follow anymore orders?”

Bakugou shrugged, running a hand through the ash blonde spikes on his head. “Do whatever the fuck I want. Can’t be a hero, that’s out of the question. I’ll worry about that when I’m free.”

You smiled and nodded, a weight lifting off your shoulders. You felt a surge of relief run through your veins, a feeling you could never describe into words. You felt proud for believing in him all this time, believing that he was innocent. And you missed him, missed your dear friend from childhood.

“It must’ve been lonely… dealing with this and losing your adolescence,” you muttered, looking away from Bakugou and looking down at the horizon where the sun had painted the sky with orange and pink hues. Bakugou looked over at you, startled by your statement. There you were, not blaming him for anything, not for the lies or the deception. Instead you were selflessly worrying about him and the time that was taken from him living his life.

“Calling me an idiot… you’re the real idiot here,” Bakugou grumbled, narrowing his eyes at you.

You looked over at him, confused by his words. “What?”

Bakugou stood up, taking a few steps towards you, and kneeling down in front of you. His face was inches from yours, alarming you from his quick movements. He stared into your (E/C) eyes for a moment, sighing again and looking down at your feet. “I was told that all I had to do was keep this act up and soon I’d be done. But now Hawks is outta the picture and I don’t know what the fuck to do. I can’t do this alone, I need help. That asshole behind this is probably gonna pull another one on me and then I’ll be helpless. My head’s all fucked up right now.”

“And as if my head isn’t already fucked from all this villain-hero shit goin’ on…” Bakugou swiftly pushed you back down onto the cool metal surface of the excavator, his body hovering over yours and his hands pinning yours on either side of your head. His legs straddled your body down as his scarlet eyes pierced right through yours. A whimper escaped your lips as your cheeks heated up from the proximity of your bodies. Bakugou stared down at you, his face twisted in dubiety. “You’re makin’ it worse, driving me fucking insane. You’re the only one who’s ever believed in me, and you’re driving me insane. You’re making me fucking fall for you.”

The world felt still in that moment and you didn’t even feel the breeze drift off in the air. All you could was the intimidating stare Bakugou had on you, sending shivers down your spine and his touch sending electricity down your veins. “What are you-?”

Before you could finish your question, Bakugou closed the gap between your head and his, slamming his lips on yours. A gasp escaped your lips as he pushed his lips roughly against yours. He lowered his body on you, hips grinding into you. You pried your hands free from his hold, one hand clutching his blonde locks while the other gripped onto the nape of his neck, wanting him closer to you. You felt hot and bothered, bothered at how turned on you were by this whole situation.

Bakugou’s lips were warm and soft against yours, moving in a rhythm you were having difficulty keeping up with. He made your body feel a way that you had never felt before as you felt hot yet cold at the same time. You were gasping for air, moans escaping your lips as you could barely keep up with his body grinding against you. You had never felt this way, no one made you feel this way, not even Natsuya.

That was when yours hands went down to Bakugou’s shoulders, pushing him back up and his face away from you. Bakugou stared down at you, angered that you had cut this moment short as you both attempted to catch your breaths and come down from the high you were on.

“Natsuya…” You uttered simply, causing Bakugou to scoff harder than he ever had. He didn’t care for your police boyfriend, never really caring for him even when you were teenagers.

“Forget it,” Bakugou grunted, standing to his feet and jumping down to the ground.

“Katsuki, wait!” You called out, sitting up and looking down. But you were too late, he was already gone.

***

You kicked a loose piece of gravel on the path, your hand shoved in your pocket as you made your way down the cemetery. Your other hand went up to touch your lips as the images of Bakugou’s body atop of your own made you feel both flustered and guilty. You cared for Natsuya so much as he was your closest friend and you had just quite literally cheated on him. But he never made you feel the way Bakugou did when he was around you. Nevertheless, it didn’t excuse your actions and you knew you had to make it right once you got back.

But now you stood in front of the main reason why you even visited your hometown: to see your mother.

You knelt in front of her tombstone, clapping your hands together and bowing your head. “It’s been a while, Mom. I’m sorry I haven’t visited.”

A sigh escaped your lips as you sat your rear down in front of her grave, staring at the engraving of her name. “I don’t know what to do, Mom, I feel so conflicted. I’ve been waiting for this moment, waiting to find out about Katsuki’s innocence. And now I know about it, and I think he was indirectly asking me for help. But he… asked me in such an odd way, like he had been waiting a long time to do… that.”

Your hand rose and pressed against the cool stone, your finger tracing the engraving. “I want to help him. I want to be there for him while also doing my job. What do I do, Mom?”

You sat there for a few minutes, as if you were waiting to hear a response. You chuckled, shaking your head at yourself. What am I even doing?

You rose to your feet, making your way back to your car until a blunt object hit the back of your head, causing your body to crash into the dirt. Your head was throbbing and you felt the object hit the same spot again, a scream erupting from you in pain as you attempted to take a look at the perpetrator.

A man laughed. “You couldn’t just keep your nose outta this one, huh, hero?”

And just like that, the world went black.

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hi! could you do 9 + 49 with yangyang? 💜💜💜 love your work! :)

[ 9: i wanna know just how to love you ] + [ 49: you really didn't realize it was me all along? ]

the prompts ✧ inspired by to all the boys i've loved before

it was bad. how you got to school and everyone was crowded up against the walls, laughing at something you couldn't get to see.

it was worse when your best friend yangyang joined you, tightening his grip on his backpack straps.

“have any idea what this is about?”

you shook your head, and was about to talk when one boy whose name you didn't know turned back, wide smile on his face.

“some letters have been scattered around school, like, love letters”

that's when you felt it, the first pang in your chest. then another, as you saw your friend's laugh in amusement. and another, when you dawned on what really was happening.

“no way, from who?”

“it doesn't say. they aren't signed, just named. i heard there's one about you, yangyang” he kept talking, and you wanted him to stop. to leave, to pretend this wasn't real. but he only came back with a piece of paper, handing it to your friend. you wanted to cry.

“this is sick! look y/n, someone's in love with me” he cheered as he wiggled the letter in front of your face. upon seeing no reaction, he moved it faster, insisting. “come on, read it” you gave him a half smile and pretended to read your handwritting.

“that's cute” you said in an almost non audible voice.

“i know right? i should find her and take her out, it's been so long since i've had some action” he winked.

of course he'd say that. you were struggling to keep yourself together at this point, legs shaking and heart thumping. how had the letters come out?

days passed and the scandal of the love confessions had died down a bit. people were still interested in finding who had written them, but they had no clues whatsoever. you also tried to avoid all the names from the letters: huang renjun, the boy in your art class who had been your unrequited crush for a few months, until you kinda forgot about him over winter break. choi san, the cute guy who got in trouble for bringing his cat to school. lee donghyuck, the class' president who helped you pass a physics exam.

your evasion was succesful, and the boys never approached you either. so you assumed they didn’t suspect it was you. nevertheless, you couldn’t stay away from the most important name on the list. the only one who still remained true, who you still hadn't gotten over. liu yangyang.

sure, everyone at school had started to ignore the topic. everyone but your friends, who were yet to let it go.

“what about that girl you got partened up that one time in biology? ella was it?” yukhei inquired, as he crossed out the possibilities on his mind.

“i don't think so, i think she even hated me for taking too long to do my part”

“clearly whoever wrote this didn't want the letters spreaded around. she's not making it easy to be found” your friend added and you almost rolled your eyes at that. smart observation, yukhei.

“anyways” ten, who was clearly done with it as well, changed the topic, focusing his eyes on you. “y/n, what poem are you going to present today?”

you had almost forgotten. you had to hand in your final work for this semester and read it for the class. you always liked poetry, so no one was surprised when you chose it as the subject for your writing class.

“i think i'm just gonna gather up some of my previous works and read some of them. i can't come up with new ideas”

“well, it's gonna be great no matter what you read” yangyang assured you, squeezing your arm, and you smiled at him. getting a little bit too lost in his eyes.

standing in front of your entire classmates, you were a bit nervous. you had settled on what to read a few minutes before the bell rang, and you hadn't even had the time to proofread it.

but you had done this before, and you always enjoyed it. so you introduced yourself, the title of the poem, and let the words easily slip from your mouth.

claps filled the room when you finished, and you caught sight of your friends, cheering loudly and raising their arms. when you got back to your seats, they hugged you, still praising you. no matter how many times you'd exhibit your writings in public, your friends' reaction was always encouraging. you loved them for that.

“that was so good!” yangyang celebrated. “have you showed it to me before?”

“no, i don't think so”

“hm” he uttered, eyebrows arched in confusion and concentration. “sounds familiar”

it was evening now, and you were getting some homework done in your couch, when you heard a knock on your door. puzzled, since your parents were meant to come home later, you opened the door. yangyang was there, an arm hiding behind his back, and a serious expression on his face.

“and i don't think i've ever loved anyone this much. but it feels familiar, it was in another life that we perhaps met” he quoted the poem you had read that day. “such love is only found once. did i find you in this lifetime? i still don't know” he finalized, reading the last part from the paper he revealed.

realization hit your face like a thunder and your heart almost escaped your chest. you did collect the poems from older ones, and you didn't notice the one you had recited was one you wrote together with the letter to yangyang. so it had some shared extracts.

your friend was still standing in your doorstep, and figured you could run away. shut the door in his face and leave town, start over. you would miss your friends, yeah, but it was better than the shame you were facing now.

“hey, it's okay” he said softly, as if he could see all thoughts plastered over your expressions. “can i come in?”

you sat away from him on the couch. it was maybe the first time you had had this much distance in between you.

“you really didn't realize it was me all along?” your voice was small, scared of coming out, scared of what this story held.

“i never thought you would see me like that” he replied, similar tone as yours.

it was bad, how you felt as if your tongue was tied and couldn't articulate any words. you wondered if this was the end. the end of all the late nights at the arcade, of the bike rides, of the netflix's recommendations. the end of your friendship.

“i wanna get to know you” he distracted you from your thoughts, but only managing to confuse you more.

“what do you mean?”

“romantically wise. let me take you out on a date, i want to know the in love you. i wanna know just how to love you. even if i already do”

he had gotten closer to you now, shoulders brushing and hesitant hands that dithered wether to hold yours or not.

“you like me?”

“you really didn't realize it was me all along?” he mocked you, repeating what you had said earlier. you felt your face flush. “the one who is completely head over heels for you?"

he lifted your chin for you to look him in the eye. he gave you one of those smiles you so deeply adored, and when he leaned in to leave a small peck on your lips, you felt you could fly. your body was floating and everything was too, the boy holding your face, your furniture, your notebooks, all the poems you've ever dedicated to him.

yangyang's phone vibrated in his back pocket, bringing you back to earth from the daze of staring shyly at each other's eyes, feeling like little kids in love.

“it's yukhei, i told him i was gonna come here” he picked up the call, putting it on speaker.

“hey yangyang, hey y/n” the voice spoke, as if he already knew both of you were listening. “thank me yet for sending out your letters?”

“what?” you screamed jumping from your seat, yangyang bursting into laugher.

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