#if you push yourself as much as your school teachers told you to you'll be burnt out before you even hit 30

[cowgurrrl]

She’s A Gun

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author’s note: *John Mulaney voice* My wife is a bitch and I love her SO much (gif by @salome-c) I also didn’t know how to end this so sorry

Summary: Somebody didn’t give the new guy a heads up about talking about Joel Miller’s family [1.6k]

Warnings: idiots in love, a quick mention of a queer slur, I can’t think of anything else!!

You catch him looking at you across the room as you sip some new whiskey Tommy traded for. He looks young and fresh-faced without many scars or littering the surface of his skin. His eyes are bright when they meet yours, and you give him a polite smile before returning to your drink. Unsurprisingly, he bellies up to the bar a few minutes later. You glance at the door, and the man follows your gaze. 

"You meeting someone?" He asks. The bartender, a kind man named Nick, flashes you a look, but you wave him off, turning to the younger man, who is dead set on making his presence known. 

"You must be new." You say, and he laughs as he holds out his hand. 

"You got me. I'm Luke," He says. You meet him halfway and shake his hand, giving him your name. "Where are you from?"

"I came here from Boston."

"You're a long way from home. What brought you here?" 

"Long story."

"Is it longer than the time it would take to get you another drink?" 

"I can get my own drink, but thank you."

"'Course," he says but doesn't move from his place next to you. "What do you do here in Jackson?" He asks, and you open your mouth to say something, but he cuts you off. "Let me guess. School teacher. No, a nurse."

"I work patrols, but good guess."

"Oh, I'm going to work patrols, too. I actually just signed up for my first shift tomorrow. Speaking of which, do you know anything about this guy… Miller, I think, is his name. I heard he's a hard ass."

"Joel or Tommy?"

"There's multiple?" He asks, and you smirk as you sip your drink.

"There's a few of 'em hanging around, yeah. What did they say? Maybe I can," you shrug and try to hide the amusement in your voice. "Help you figure it out."

"Well, this guy, Seth, said Miller shouldn't even be in Jackson. Something about him killing people to get by before coming here, but he gets to stay because he's buddies with Maria. Apparently, he's a hell of a shot, though. I heard a rumor that he once shot an Infected from a mile away, but I'll believe it when I see it." He says, and you nod. 

You remember that day well. Tommy had been bragging about his marksmanship, mostly telling big fish stories, and you finally got sick of it. Joel told you to leave it, but you had to see. When you went on patrol the next day, you and Tommy had a competition to see how far he could actually shoot. You passed the gun back and forth to see who could hit accurately and how far. You were the one holding the gun when the Infected bound his way up the hill and quickly went down as the bullet buried in his skull. You didn't think that story would've made the rounds, though. 

"What else did Seth say?" You ask, and he puffs his cheeks out as he shakes his head.

"He told me to stay away from him. Something about not fucking with people like that because he's ruthless, especially when it comes to his kid. He said Miller yelled at him last week because he said something to her. Just... totally lost his mind like a crazy person." It wasn't just something. He called my daughter a dyke, you think to yourself. Joel may have pushed him and made him leave, but you threatened to ruin his fucking life. If you ever hear him say something like that to Ellie again, you'll make Joel look like the poster child for forgiveness. You bite the inside of your cheek and save that information for later. 

Seth wasn't warning Luke about Joel. He was warning him about you.

"And you're sure he was talking about a man?"

"Pretty sure. I mean, I know people do lots of shitty things to stay alive, but I can't imagine a woman instilling that much fear in a man like Seth," He says, and you hum. "No offense."

"None taken." You smile and watch his guard come down just enough for him to feel comfortable reaching for your arm.

"I wish I had known they let women as beautiful as you out on patrol. I would've signed up with you instead of Miller." He says, and you almost gag. Joel's hand skims your lower back almost as if on cue, and you turn to face him. He kisses you a second too long before looking over your shoulder to face the stranger who looks embarrassed. His arm wraps protectively around your middle, and he's close enough that you can smell his shampoo over the bar’s stench of stale beer.

"Great timing. This is Luke. He's starting patrols tomorrow," You say. Joel reaches across the space to shake his hand, and Luke winces at his too-tight grip. "Luke, this is my husband, Joel Miller," you wish you had a camera to take a picture of the stunned look on his face when he hears the last name. "Joel, we were just talking about the last time I was on patrol with Tommy."

"You're Miller?" Luke asks, suddenly looking pale. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Oh, I thought I mentioned it. I'm sorry, I'm probably losing my mind." You echo Seth's words and smack yourself on the forehead dramatically. Luke drains his drink before glancing around the room.

"It was great to meet you, man. Um, I'm gonna run to the bathroom really fast." He says and takes several steps away from the bar. 

"Oh, so soon? I was hoping you and Joel could talk about routes."

"Maybe later." He says, and with that, he's gone. You smile and turn in Joel's arms to face him.

"Jesus, I thought he was going to have a heart attack. What did you say to him?" 

"Seth was warning him about the mercenary who's buddies with Maria and shot an Infected from a mile away, asked if I knew anything about the guy."

"Seth should learn to keep his fuckin' mouth shut." He grumbles, and you nod.

"It didn't help his case that he tried flirting with me. Even asked if I was a school teacher." You say, and he gives you a look. His warm fingers reach under your shirt collar to pull out the chain with your wedding band on it.

"Maybe if you actually wore this, that wouldn't happen so often."

"C'mon, everybody knows I'm yours. It's not my fault no one gave him the run down," you say, and he tugs on the chain to kiss you, his big hands moving to hold your jaw. He swallows your gasp when he licks into your mouth, sending a zing of electricity down your spine. He's a touch too handsy for a public space, but you're not complaining. "I don't see you wearing yours out on patrol either." You say, pulling away before he can start something he can't finish, at least not in public. Still, his hand slips into your back pocket, squeezing your ass through the denim.

"Don't want to lose a finger. Besides, everybody knows I'm yours," he parrots, and you smile. A familiar, old country song plays over the speakers, and Joel lights up at the first few chords. "Will you dance with me?" He asks, pressing light kisses to your jaw to butter you up. You lock your arms around his shoulders and let yourself forget about everyone else in the bar. 

"And to think there was a time when you hated PDA."

"That was before someone tried hittin' on my wife," he says, and you feel like your face will get stuck from smiling so much. It's been three months since the small backyard wedding officiated by Tommy and Maria. Ellie walked you down the aisle— more of a patch of grass than anything else— and acted as your maid of honor. When Tommy asked if she agreed to give you to Joel, she said, "it's not like she's fucking property, but sure." She beamed so brightly when she realized you each included her in your vows, promising to love and protect her as much as you love and protect each other. It wasn't planned, but the unexpected matching further proved that you three are a family. Still, you don't know if you'll ever get used to hearing Joel call you his wife. "Dance with me, please." He pouts into your neck, and you finally give in, grabbing his hand and leading him to the dance floor. 

He pulls you close, and you bury your face in his neck as you slowly dance to Tanya Tucker's voice. He sings along for only you to hear, his accent getting stronger as he does. You could stay like this forever, wrapped up in him and listening to him sing the same song you used to sing along to while driving on backroads. You would marry him again if you could. You think you would marry him in every lifetime.

Scary rumors of mercenaries and blood on your hands fade from your mind. To men like Seth and Luke, you are a subversion of their holy mother. You are bloody and broken, a monster beyond saving. You are a warzone with a heartbeat.

But to Joel, you are the most sacred thing he's ever held. It's not enough to erase the rumors and nightmares about you, but it's enough to knock the wind out of you and make you love your husband that much more. That has to count for something. 

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Tag list: @evyiione

#joel and ellie #joel miller #the last of us #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #the last of us x reader #joel miller the last of us #joel miller fluff #i wrote this for me but you can read it too i guess

[darlingshane]

Professor Castle

Frank Castle x F!Reader

Summary: Frank has a weakness and it's named after you. No matter how much he tries to push you away he always returns to the same point.

CW: 18+. Explicit, Smut, Angst, Oral Sex (f. receiving), Fingering, Making out, Professor/Student relationships, Age Gap, Reader is an undergrad student in her early 20s. [I know this is very problematic. Don't come at me. It's just fiction.]

Word Count: 2.8k // AO3 Link.

A/N: This was inspired by this picture of Jon in Origin. I couldn't write for that character in particular, so I thought Frank was the best choice for it, even if it's a lot OOC.

As you muster the courage to enter and confront Professor Castle, you observe him through the cracked door of his office. He looks as good as ever, freshly shaved, in one of his Bexley plaid shirts in white with blue plaid lines, and a dark tweed blazer on top. His hair has slightly curled from the humid weather. His glasses slip a little over the bridge of his nose when he looks down, and he pushes them back in place before tucking a folder in his leather case. You haven't seen him in a few days. Even when you submitted the form to drop his class you managed to leave it on his desk yesterday after he left home. And just early this morning before getting to campus you got an email from him from his uni account, formally denying your request to drop. You don't give a fuck about failing and having to take another course with a different teacher but after what he told you last weekend, you can't stay in his class any longer. It'd be like torture having to see him and not being able to be with him like you desire to.

Of course, you don't ever want to get him in trouble either, he has a lot more to lose than you. But if he doesn't want to see you anymore, then so don't you. So, after a moment of consideration you just clench your fist as hard as you can, set your jaw straight, and storm into the office without announcing yourself. The door slamming the door behind you is what alerts him of your presence. The loud sound makes his head snap up to look at you, standing as tall as you can.

“You can't force me to stay in your class.” You say firmly without raising your voice.

His brow knits behind the thin frame of his glasses as he processes your intrusion.

“No, I guess I can't force you. But I can't let you drop either. You missed the deadline. Unless you have a good excuse like a serious medical condition or emergency the school is not going to let you withdraw at this point. It's out of my hands.”

“Does dying of heartbreak count as a medical emergency?”

“Jesus Christ, you theater kids are really dramatic.”

“Hey, you're the one who told me to join a club.”

“Yeah, but I meant something else like uh… the debate team, the honor society, the newspaper, or the fucking model UN.”

“Well, I made my choice and so did you. I can't just keep showing up at your class and pretend that nothing happened. Can you just think of something? If I meant anything to you… just give me this, Frank.”

You never said his first name before on school grounds. It sounds like a curse word as it slips out of your mouth.

“There are only two months left. That's nothing. Are you telling me you're willing to throw all of that away for me?”

“Yes, because if I can't have you then I can't see you either.”

You catch when his Adam's apple anxiously goes up and down as you say that.

“This is all my fault. I should've never… I should've put a stop to it when I had the chance.”

“Frank—” You take a step closer to his desk, but he promptly holds a placating palm in the air to push you to a stop.

“Don't. Please. Don't throw away your future for me or for anyone for that matter. You're smart and young and strong enough to endure a few more classes. You'll be getting your bachelor's next year, sweetheart. After that… you won't even remember I was ever part of your life.”

“I won't ever forget. I'm begging you. Just let me go or take me back… but…” your frustration knots in your throat. “Stop pushing me away. I know you love me.”

“It doesn't matter if I do. We both have a lot to lose if they find out.”

“Nobody will. We'll be more careful… We could just start over somewhere else, just you and me.”

“Life is not a movie. It doesn't work like that. I know it feels like a matter of life or death right but when you're older—”

“Don't patronize me. I know what I feel. Just take me out of your class or don't. I won't show up either way.”

You turn around to leave the room at once but Frank quickly shuffles behind you and as you reach to grab the handle, he holds the door closed and secures the lock before your eyes.

“So help me God, you're gonna be the end of me, sweetheart.” His tone changes to an octave graver that sends a chill through your spine.

“What are you doing?” You turn around as he steps so awfully close you can capture the strong scent of his aftershave.

“You're going to stay in my class. Front row. Every Wednesday at 10. Then, you're going to ace your final in May. I don't ever wanna hear you again saying otherwise. Is that clear?” He states as a matter of fact, as if you had no choice but to comply with his demand.

“Why are you so convinced I will?”

You watch him up close as he takes off his glasses and lifts his opposite hand to frame your jaw. With conflicted thoughts he pushes your back against the wall, as his face leans to seize your mouth. Professor Castle slowly spells with his tongue all the secrets kept between you in just one beautiful kiss that leaves you breathless.

“Is that enough?” His head pulls back as he sets his glasses back over his eyes as you smooth the lapels of his blazer.

“I'm not sure,” you draw a breath and let the bookbag hanging on your shoulder fall to the floor. “I think I'm gonna need a bigger incentive.”

“There's never enough for you, huh?” he holds your jaw again and tilts your head to the side as he buries his mouth in the crook of your neck.

His lips hold some sort of spell that enchants your body with just a few nips on your skin. The tip of his tongue is laced with poison that intoxicates each and all of your senses as it juts out to leave a wet trace from your collarbone to the back of your ear before pulling back. His eyes turn darker behind the glass as he locks eyes with you. Your pulse picks up in your chest as he licks his lips and allows lust to take over. He watches his thumb trace the shape of your mouth before fiercely succumbing to the temptation of your lips once more, with feeling.

As your arms curl around his neck, his hands travel beneath the hem of your striped, knitted sweater to bask in the warmth of your skin. The sloppy sounds of your kisses sound like sin in this room. You should stop. He should too. But neither of you have enough strength to push the other away.

One of his hands stays pressed on your spine while the other travels down your denim skirt and slips underneath the hem. Hiking it up, his large palm shamelessly grabs your ass, molds your flesh to the shape of his fingers over your panties. Your skin quickly heats up and your mind swirls along the maddening rhythm of his tongue. He presses himself so hard against you, it feels like he's already fucking you, but it's the illusion of his fingers bluntly sliding between your legs and pressing over your opening, stirring a good moan out of you.

“Sh, sh…” he breaks the kiss and whispers a millimeter away from your mouth. “Gotta be quiet now, yeah?”

You simply nod, having his eyes gauging your expression changing as his hand viciously massages your pussy.

“Like that?” His lips pull up at the corners, and you mirror his expression as you softly pant.

“Fuck yeah.”

Then, you close your eyes and press your forehead to his shoulder, keeping your hands anchored to his arms as your juices stain the fabric of your underwear.

“You're dripping, sweetheart.” His voice echoes in your ear. “Is this what you want?”

He presses harder as your grip on him tightens.

“Yeah.”

For a second you think he's going to finish you right there but all of a sudden he stops.

“C'mere,” he locks your arms around his neck before lifting your ass in his hands without much effort. You tuck your legs around his hips as he takes turns around and walks toward the desk.

Keeping you secured in one arm, Frank blindly moves the stuff in the middle before carefully lowering you down on the wooden surface. While you lay on your back, he sits on his chair and brings your ass close to the edge. Instead of letting your legs dangle, he places your feet on each arm of his chair as he kisses one of your knees.

“God, you're so beautiful,” he mumbles against your skin as he rolls down the fabric of one of your thigh-high stockings to uncover your leg. He does the same with the other stocking before letting his lips get his reward.

The inside of your thigh leads a straight road down to hell. After last weekend, he promised himself he would never cross that line again, but he has a weakness, and it’s named after you. It's taken him through a dangerous path that puts everything he ever believed into question. He could lose his job and his reputation if someone were to cross the door to his office and find you spread like a meal ready to consume. It's lunchtime after all, and he can't think of anything better to feast on other than you. His lips trail that perdition-paved road on your thigh as his fingers softly brush the back of your leg. Your skin sticks out as you pull your knees further apart to make room for his face as it gets closer to your center. The corner of his glasses gently pokes the top of your thigh when he reaches that crucial point. You bite your lip and stare at the broken fixture on the ceiling and try to keep yourself from moaning when he pulls your panties to the side. He stretches the fabric as far as it goes, it makes a tearing sound, but it doesn't break. You couldn't care less if he rips them apart. It wouldn't be the first time either. He’s ruined two pairs already. Professor Castle has a wild side that only comes untamed when he’s with you. But this is different. He's never gone down on you right in his own office on campus like he's about to do. You both know the implications of that, but rules be damned right now. All that worry floats out of your head as his tongue makes first contact with your pussy. He draws a line from your opening up to your clit ever so softly before pulling your outer lips apart and diving in. He has just an ounce of restraint himself from going too hard and making you scream out in pleasure, even though he wants so badly to suck on your clit to hear you pleading for more. To stir out of your voice call out his name and title out of sheer joy. But he holds back. He presses an array of kisses and nibbles all over your folds as you close your eyes to focus on the torturing slow pace of his tongue. Your nipples are hard as a rock under your bra, your legs strain to stay in position when Frank slowly laps around your clit, collecting your arousal as your breathing hollows. He places a palm on your stomach, right under your sweater and catches the effects of his mouth in the way your body reacts. There’s an added edge to doing this right here, it makes his cock throb in his underwear as you mumble his name.

“Frank.” It comes out as a murmur, and he hums against your tender skin before going a little harder. There’s only so much he can do to up the pace and make you come without alerting anyone behind that door of what’s happening inside.

We'll be more careful, you said. He eats out your words straight out of your sex.

To speed up the process uses his other hand to slip two fingers into your opening and press on your g-spot. Your back arches in response. Frank has to press that hand on your abdomen a little harder to keep you from squirming too much. It feels like an eternity until you reach the point of no return, once you're there you can feel that fire burning bright at your core as a mind-numbing chill settles at the back of your head. You've never felt that intense jolt sparking your body like fireworks before. Then again you don't have much to compare him to other than the one and only boyfriend you had when you started college.

You grip at his hair as he cues your orgasm. With a strong flick of his tongue and that adamant pressing of your walls you finally come undone. You bury a moan in your throat as every cell of your body is touched by that wildfire that travels from your center out in every direction. It curls your toes in your shoes, your eyes shut, your knees clench together before he can pull his face away. As the orgasm ebbs he sets himself free from your thighs and watches you descend from cloud nine. He uses a tissue to clean up your cunt and fixes your panties to their former position. Then, Frank settles your legs down as your body goes completely limp, and straightens your skirt over your thighs with such love it almost makes you cry.

“Frank,” your voice comes out watery.

“Sh, it's okay, baby. I know. Come here.” He helps you up and pulls you onto his lap.

“I missed you.”

“I know.” He smiles against your hair as he snuggles you against his chest. “I’ve missed you too, sweetheart.”

You clear your throat and stay still for a minute while his hand soothes your back before noticing he’s still hard.

“Do you want me to take care of this?” You fondle his bulge over his pants.

“No, that’s okay. That’s my punishment for hurting you.” He takes your hand away, brings it up to his lip to kiss your knuckles.

“You really have a thing for punishment, huh?” You quip, lifting your head to look at him. It’s then that you notice his messed up hair and send our fingers to fix it.

“Not as much as you do.” His hand pats your ass reminding you of all those times you've begged him to spank you when you were being a brat.

You laugh as you take off his glasses and use the hem of your sweater to clean them.

“Can I come over this weekend?” You ask putting his eyewear back on.

“I have that wedding I told you about. Can't get out of it, I'm the best man.”

“Right. Of course. One of your marine buddies. Florida, right?”

“Yeah.” His stare goes down as he massages your hand thinking that maybe… “You could come with me if you want.”

“I uh… I don't think I'm ready for that.”

“No, you are. Nobody will know you there, and I don't wanna keep lying about you, at least not to my friends. They won't give a fuck, you know? I'm tired of being set up for blind dates and shit.”

“Oh, it must be really hard being you.” You mock.

“Don't laugh. Just think about it. It'll be something casual at the beach. I'll get you a ticket if you're worried about that.”

“I really changed your mind, did I? That's a full 180 from what you said the other day, Frank. Are you sure you want this?”

“Yeah, I was only fooling myself thinking that I could stay away from you. Which I would've if you hadn't shown up here with a fucking attitude. But you're right, we'll have to be more careful from now on.”

“And we can do whatever we want in Florida.”

“Yeah, you wanna come?”

“Only if you really want me there.”

“I wouldn't be asking if I didn't.”

“Then I'll go with you.”

You press your lips sweetly against his and let them bounce together for a moment before getting back to reality. You pull up your stockings all the way up and fix up your clothes before collecting your bag from the floor. But Professor Castle can't help but stall for a bit longer to kiss you once more until you have no choice but to run to your next class.

#frank castle #frank castle x reader #frank castle fanfiction #the punisher fanfiction #frank castle smut #jon bernthal #jon bernthal fanfiction #jon bernthal smut #angst #smut #darlingwrites

[reareaotaku]

Mary is the Girl that I wanna Fuck

Summary: As Miles' only friend, you are often put into uncomfortable positions, because he doesn't understand the difference between friends and lovers; Not when it comes to you Pairings: Yandere! Miles Fairchild x Fem! Reader Tw: Slight NSFW

You tapped your pen on the desk as the teacher droned on and on. Your eyes roamed the classroom, before they landed on your best friend, Miles. Some people didn't like Miles, but you think it's because they didn't understand him. He was just... well, different, it wasn't his fault. Or at least that's what you told yourself.

He must have felt your stare, because he turned around making eye contact with you, before smiling and waving at you. You quickly returned the gesture, before you grabbed some paper, wrote a note, put it on the floor and pushed it towards him. He looks towards the teacher, making sure she wasn't looking before grabbing the paper and opening it up.

'God, does she ever shut up? Blah blah blah... This class blows'

Miles feels a smile grow on his face. He quickly writes down a response, before tossing it back to you on the ground. He watches as you open the note, your mouth dropping, before your face turns a bright red. You looked up at Miles, seeing him thoroughly enjoying your reaction.

'Hope it isn't the only thing that blows'

If someone else were to see it, they wouldn't think too much about it, but you knew what he meant. You pushed the note in your bag, before looking back at the teacher and ignoring his knowing looks.

---

As the bell rings, you hurry to get your stuff packed. You feel someone standing over you and look up to see the man of the hour, Miles. You tilt your head, giving him a knowing look. A smirk overtakes his face when seeing the knowing look.

"Really funny joke."

"Only for you."

"Haha," You sarcastically joke, before rolling your eyes. You pull your bag up to your shoulder and walk with him out of the class.

"You got any plans for the break?"

You look at him a little confused. What would you possibly do during the break? Your home was across the globe and there was no reason for you to go back home, it's not like your parents would be there. "Plans?"

"Yeah. Plans. Like, are you staying at the dorms? Or are you going home?"

"Why would I go home?"

"Do you want to come to my place?"

You were surprised by his suggestion. He had never suggested you to come visit his place, especially since his parents had died. He never like going back home, so you usually spend it at the school.

"Your place?"

He looks at you like it was the dumbest question in the world, "Yeah. That's what I said."

"I-uh um.. Wow, uh, well-"

His brows frowned at your hesitation. Did you not want to spend time with him? You always spent breaks together, even before his parents' death, so why were you now resilient. Anger grew behind his eyes, but he quickly shook it off, not wanting start a fight, because then you really wouldn't want to go.

You rub the back of your neck, before reluctantly agreeing to go to his place for the holidays and his face lit up in a way you haven't seen in months- Not since... Well, yeah.

---

You don't know why you were surprised when you went over to his house, because you lived in a similar place, but it had been so long since you had been in a big home that it was kind of dysphoric.

He practically drags you around the place and showing you all around the house. He even takes you out to the stable showing you his favorite horse. A dark black horse, whose name you couldn't remember. He wanted to take you horse-back riding, but it was too cold for the horse to be out.

"Here, I want to show you my room. Oh, you'll love it- I can play some music for you." He says, his hand wrapped around your wrist as he drags you to his room, because honestly you didn't have much of a say.

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"Watch," He pulls at some of the guitar strings, showing you his hands movements, before you follow his movements. He watches you closely as you imitate his movements, but ultimately failed.

You groaned, rolling your eyes, before removing the guitar and setting it to the ground. "This is stupid."

You hear him chuckle and he grabs the arm rest of the chair, pulling you closer to him, "It's not that hard, your fingers just aren't in the right place. Do you want to try ag-"

The door opens and you quickly look over your shoulder to see who it was. It was the Nanny- well Flora's nanny, you think? You didn't know her name, Miles told you it wasn't important. She stood there, looking surprised.

"You have... uh a guest?"

You remove Miles' hands from your body, while looking away from her, feeling awkward. Miles rolls his eyes, glaring at her for ruining a great moment between you and him and she sensed that.

The nanny, Kate, senses Miles' anger and decides to be quick with what she wants to say. "Dinner's ready.... So, um... Yeah- Also, keep the door open."

"Dinner?" You look towards the window, but there was dark curtains covering it, meaning you couldn't see how dark it was. You look back at her, "What time is it?"

"Oh, it's uh..." She looks down at her watch, "10 to 9."

"God, I didn't realize how late it was-" You stand up, but Miles grabs your hand, making you look at him.

"You're staying here, remember?"

Your eyes widen, before you slowly sit back down, "Right... Holiday break.."

He looks past you, making eye contact with Kate, "You can leave. There's no reason for you to stay."

You hit Miles' arm, giving him an annoyed look, "Miles! You don't have to be rude."

"I'm not. But I can be."

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It was late now, the room nearly pitch dark, the only light from the moon. There was something about the house that gave you chills and you felt like you were being watched. You grabbed at your knees, squeezing them to your chest as you listen to all the sounds of the old house. It was one thing to sleep alone, but a whole nother thing to be alone in an unfamiliar place. You were scared...

You heard the door creak, causing you to freeze and you thought about looking towards the door, but you couldn't. You didn't want to know what was there. You heard it close and footsteps head towards you.

"I'm surprised you're still awake."

You recognized the voice; It was Miles. You looked towards him, letting out a sigh of relief. "Oh, it's just you," You put a hand on your chest, trying to calm down your breath.

"Who else would it be?"

"I don't know."

He sits on the edge of the bed, causing it to dip, before he ends up scooting towards the other side of the bed and laying next to you. "Are you okay?" He pushes some hair out of your face, giving you a worried look. "Are you scared?"

"Of what? Should I be?"

"No... Of course not." He caresses your cheek, a strange emotion swirling in his eyes, "But, do you want me to stay? Just... You know, so you're not so alone?"

"Won't that girl get mad?"

He rolls his eyes, removing his hand from your face, "Who cares what she thinks. She's just some nanny; She doesn't matter." He looks away from you while saying this, but his hand finds yours and grabs it. He then looks down at your intertwined hands, "Besides, she's not here and she'll never know. Come on... Just this once?"

"Okay... Just this once."

#yandere x reader #yandere horror #yandere slasher #miles fairchild #yandere miles fairchild #yandere miles x reader #yandere miles fairchild x reader #miles x reader #miles fairchild x reader #the turning #yandere slasher x reader #yandere imagines #horror x reader

[reiden]

i wanna hold the hand inside you | r.itoshi

You think of Itoshi Rin, your first love, often; the one who never was and the one who got away. Unexpectedly, you find yourself reuniting with the boy you once knew right in front of your apartment.

cw: fem!reader, reader has a habit of skin-picking, soft angst w/ happy ending, suggestive, slight hand obsession?

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You always feel uglier after you pick at your skin. Which defeats the purpose because you do it to rid yourself of an imperfection you've stumbled upon. And yet, after all is said and done and the skin has grown irritated, all you can think about is how you've only gotten uglier.

You used to pick at your face, scratching at any bumps or texture you spot in the mirror, but you've gotten better about it now. You've stopped doing it on your face altogether. It was one too many people who thought they were close enough with you to inadvertently call you ugly. You're pretty sure the first to do it had been Itoshi Sae, your neighbour two houses down. Back then, when you were only eight, you hadn't cared that he thought your habit was unbecoming. It didn't matter what Sae thought — you had Rin.

One day, you realised you didn't really have Rin either.

Since then, you've moved onto your hands.

Your face is the important part, no one ever really looks at hands. You might think about it if you were to give a handshake, but when you think of that person from memory later that day, you'll think of their face. As long as your face is left alone, it doesn't matter what happens to the skin around your nails.

But you like looking at hands. They reveal so much about someone. Whether or not they clean their nails, if they paint them, if their hands are soft or calloused — all of these things are like clues that fit together to form the bigger picture of their life. Your own hands must give away the parts of you that you would prefer to stay hidden — like the fact that you pick at your skin. Itoshi Rin has beautiful hands. His hands were pretty enough that you were glad he played a sport that relied on his legs and feet instead. You never told him that you thought so; he probably would have called you strange should he have found out.

He never seemed to value you in the same way you valued him.

You pull at your skin again, pushing it down with the edge of your nail just until you feel the sharp sting of it having gone too far. It's boring at your job, nothing much to do or see. You sit on an ergonomic moving chair behind a large wooden desk, adjusting calendars and making appointments. There isn't much mystique to your job, nothing to write home about, but it gets you through life just fine. Glancing over at the time, you decide to click through and answer a few more emails in time for lunch to roll around.

In junior high, you had wanted to be an artist. You joined the art club and begged your family to let you participate in painting and sketching classes. You kept sketchbook after sketchbook filled with doodles and things — mostly of hands. It's been a long running obsession of yours. You used to draw faces but ever since you stopped messing with your face, your drawings of them phased out too.

In senior high, a teacher told you that artists don't make money from drawing hands all day. It irked you enough that you let go of that dream. You wanted to become a nail technician, you decided. The day you changed your dream, you went to tell the only person you considered close enough to tell; you went to tell Rin. It was that day that you had to come to the startling realisation that your best friend didn't seem to consider you much of a friend anymore. You spent all of your lunch break looking for him, only to find him practising at the field behind your school. When you called out to him, he ignored you. He stopped answering your texts too. You discarded the sliver of hope you had kept safe within your chest — the very thing that made you believe you would get Rin back soon. Something had changed in him and you didn't know what because he never told you.

(Because he never seemed to value you in the same way you valued him.)

You found other friends. Rin always seemed to be alone. He pulled out of school for a football program a week later, and you decided to give up on becoming a nail technician.

There's a soft beep that rings out from your phone — just one singular chime at the lowest volume you set on your first day on the job — when it's time for your lunch break. You always take it at the same tonkatsu shop seven minutes away from your place of work.

Today, it takes you ten minutes to get there because the heels you've chosen to wear are new ones; you haven't broken them in yet. You bought them for a date that you never ended up going to. Guilt over standing them up had consumed you but you just couldn't muster up the courage to go. You were all too aware of the fact that some pathetic part of you was still clinging onto a boy you haven't seen for a long time.

You remember the brush of the wind through his fringe, the sharp determined glint in his emerald eyes. You still hold onto the way his name once had a home at the tip of your tongue. Even as the years pass, Itoshi Rin digs his teeth into your skin and remains with you; parasitic and tormenting.

You ease yourself into the table in the corner and make your order, scrolling through your phone while you wait. Your feed is full of recent news, some things you understand and others you're not quite sure you get. Rin is there too, mixed in between all the posts about celebrities and new dramas. You were always bad at watching football. You were bad with most sports, they could never keep your interest for long, but you tried for Rin's sake. When the both of you were younger, you'd sit on the grass at the park and watch Rin run through the drills he'd seen his brother do earlier.

As you stare at the pictures of him standing on the pitch, stadium lights spilling down on him, you can't help but feel proud. Sweat glistens along his hairline, his hair still cut in the same way he used to have it when you knew him. The captain's armband is stretched tight around his bicep as his arm curls to hold up a trophy.

The swell in your chest comes with an ache you've never learned to get rid of. This ache that's ever-present, always there like a guest you can't seem to send home. It had only been a small sting when your friendship with Rin fully fell apart, but it grew tenfold when you realised you were in love with him. You pick at your skin again, the same place from earlier. Pain blooms at your fingertip but you choose to ignore it as you scroll past the pictures; your heart squeezes and shudders against your will, even after all these years.

The day inches past, sweat gathers along the nape of your neck. You leave the building at five precisely, stagger into the subway station at half past five, and sink into a navy blue seat at a quarter to six. The backs of your brand new heels dig into your ankles and you're certain there will be blisters when you yank them off at home.

Even still, your day has been a good one. Despite the fact that your mother had called and urged you to visit home; despite today marking the anniversary you first met Itoshi Rin; despite the way your heart always sinks at the realisation that you still remember the significance of what should be another meaningless day. Despite it all, it had been good and you stare at the passerby walking along the platform, head pressed against the cool window.

(You wonder about Rin once more, like you always do. You wonder if he's walking amongst a crowd this evening, perhaps something fried in his hand, keeping his palm warm. Maybe he's holding a drink instead — lukewarm green tea. In another world, it might have been your hand.)

The train shakes to a start, rocking you from side to side and it becomes impossible to keep yourself awake. You drift off to the memory of a boy you once knew.

-

You're sure you're bleeding. The skin around your index nail is irritated, throbbing with a dull pain. Similarly, there's a sting — a quick flash of something white hot up your left calf — whenever you take a step. Your blister must have turned into a cut.

Your soles scrape against the road, shoulders loose and hunched forward as you meander your way home. The sun has set, disappearing into the skyline in the distance as the sky grows darker and the wind picks up. Streetlights have flickered to life and you pass by a salon still packed with customers, women resting against soft cushions as they converse. You roll your neck from side to side, attempting to release some of the tension that has gathered along your muscles from staying seated almost all day, fingers loosely wrapped around the straps of your bag.

Eyes trained on the fading white marks beneath your feet, you turn the corner into the alleyway you apartment building sits in. There's a crunch of someone taking a step towards you, and then — the call of your name, familiar, wrapped up in the gravelly tone of a voice too rough to belong to the boy you once knew. But you know it's him, anyway.

"Rin?" you tilt your head to the side, scanning over his features as he stands against the sunlight, soft shadows marking his pale skin. He remains silent, almost stunned as he stands across from you, so you speak again, "It's been a while." 

He doesn’t smile, but the corners of his mouth twitch in a way that suggests one. Rin is wearing a dark windbreaker, hands stuffed into its pockets. There's a loose thread hanging off the cuff around his wrist, a tiny rip of the outer fabric revealing the slight grey beneath. He clears his throat, "Yes, it has been." There's a pause then, neither of you willing to bridge the gap in conversation as the exhaust fans whir quietly. 

"How have you been?" Rin asks, taking a step towards you. You can smell him now, flowery and sweet; its lavender, which is what you had remembered him as. In a way, it comforts you — some things will stay the same and stand the test of time, no matter how many years have inched by.

“I’ve been good,” you hum. Truthfully, you haven’t quite been good in a long time. You’ve been alright, you’ve made it from day to day, you pay your bills on time and you see your friends every other weekend; but it’s not good — it's just alright. You don’t think Rin needs to hear that, not after how long it has been since you last heard his voice following after your own. 

It's strange to think about how his mother knows your name and your face, knows that you like lemonade with some raspberry in it; how Rin was there to witness the way you got every fading scar on your arms and legs. Standing before him now, you don't even know what his apartment might look like. Your lives, which were once so intricately intertwined, have unravelled and diverged to the point of obscurity.  

You've given him the room to say something, continue the conversation or choose to end it, but Rin is quiet as he takes you in. His brows are furrowed, just a shaky line above his dark eyes as watches you fidget and begin to grow uncomfortable under the weight of stare. 

This silence is far too heavy of a burden for you to shoulder, so you cut through with a question that seems a bit out of place now. "What are you doing here?" 

Your voice seems to snap him out of whatever trance he was previously in, "I was out on a walk — wandering around, I guess." Rin shuffles even closer and the wind billows, rustling the fabric of his windbreaker. You watch his hair flutter and fall against his forehead.

"I would have thought that you'd be busy all the time, seeing as you're a celebrity now," you say with a soft laugh, twisting the ends of your coat between your fingers while your bag swings gently from side to side in your other hand. 

He doesn't seem to like that, gaze sharpening just a bit as his mouth curves into a frown. You chew on your bottom lip, feeling a bottomless pit open up inside of your stomach at the realisation that it's become so much harder to talk to the boy who used to be your best friend. (To talk to the boy who you used to love — who you are willing to love once again.) 

It's getting colder as the remaining tendrils of sun slowly disappear, hiding away to make room for the moon to shine. You nod at your apartment, "Would you...like to come inside?" You expect him to say no, after all, the two of you are no longer the people you remember each other to be. 

Surprisingly, Rin perks up at your question, firmly nodding once. He follows after you as you walk over to your front door, fishing around the front pocket of your bag for your keys. Rin stands a hair's width away from you, his warm breath fanning over the back of your neck and goosebumps ripple down your arms. 

You watch him study your home, scrutinising your choice of decor — the small pictures framed on the walls, magazines and books strewn about — as he takes off his shoes. He seems to be drawn to the picture resting on one of your shelves: it's of you and him, years ago, standing next to each other with smiles full of missing teeth that look more like grimaces. You were hoping he wouldn't notice that one, one of the only pictures you've kept of and from your childhood, but you can't blame him for it either. Had it been you, that picture would have been the first one you noticed too.

"You kept this?" he's nearly whispering as he gently takes the ageing framed photo in his hands. 

You rest your bag on the floor, "Yeah. Mom gave it to me right before I moved out." He turns back to look at you and his next words are unspoken, but still so loud. 

You hadn't just kept it — you framed it, placed it in your living room for everyone to see. His expression crumbles momentarily, a quiet admission of guilt that settles in the short distance between you. Rin must not have kept much of you with him. He never says it outright, but you know better. Maybe that should leave you feeling bitter but it's somehow exactly what you expected of him. 

Has Itoshi Rin changed at all from the last time you saw him? Do you just know him too well? 

Dusting off your clothes, you take a deep breath, "It's getting late. Want dinner?"

Rin agrees. Like you were expecting him to.

-

You've never liked beer.

But you find yourself peering into a glass full of it as Rin settles in across from you. You're still in your work attire, the waistband of your skirt digging into your stomach after your full meal. Rin's left his windbreaker in a crumpled heap of fabric beside his chair, the tip of his finger drawing lines in the condensation forming on his glass. His nails are well-groomed, cut short and clean. They might be better than yours, but that’s because Rin doesn’t pick at his skin like you do. You stare until you think you shouldn’t anymore. 

He hasn't gotten up to leave. You haven't kicked him out. 

Resting your cheek against your fist, you push yourself forward, closer to him. Your slight movement draws his attention away from the glass, Rin looks up at you as his frown eases up. 

"It's strange seeing you," you admit, more open to honesty thanks to your slight state of inebriation. "Strange seeing you after so many years." 

"You have that picture," he scoffs, jerking his head in the vague direction of the picture of the two of you as kids. 

Scrunching up your nose, you lean back against the chair, "Yeah, but you don't look like that anymore. You're taller and you have too many teeth." You take a sip of your beer, feeling it fizz against your top lip, "And you're probably meaner now." 

He startles, looks offended when he throws back whatever's left in his glass. "I'm not mean." 

You raise a brow, "You were already pretty mean when you left me." You shock yourself at how easily the words slipped past your lips, how little hesitation there was. How you still sounded so hurt over it all despite having spent years convincing yourself that you didn't miss him. The treacherous muscle beating within your ribcage twists and shakes. It only takes a moment for understanding to soften the glare Rin is giving you. Reaching over, you grab the can of beer to refill his glass, cursing under your breath when you realise it's empty. "I'll get some more — just wait."

You dig around in your refrigerator and you can feel Rin watching. "You're bleeding," he says. 

"It's nothing," you wave him off, returning with another cold can. 

He shakes his head, "Do you have bandages?"

And so you find yourself with your chest pressed against the cushions of your couch, ankles hanging off the edge. You spare Rin a glance over your shoulder, awkwardness leaving you silent and rigid. He's kneeling beside you, holding two bandages he insisted he get for you from the years old first aid kit stashed away in your medicine cabinet. 

"You don't have to do this you know," you mumble, pinching at the inside of your cheek with your teeth. "I could have done it myself." 

Rin gently grabs your ankle, his fingers are cold enough to make you jolt. "It's fine," he brushes off your words with nothing more than a grumble. "This could get infected," he adds on as he places the band-aid over the cut. 

His hands are on you, fingers wrapped around your ankle almost completely. He skims them over your skin and you suppress a shiver. You think you should tell him that his hands are pretty — that they have always been pretty — but you bite your tongue. 

Your cuts don't hurt as much as they had earlier, and the blood surrounding them has dried down. You're sure nothing would have come of it being left uncovered, but Rin seems adamant on doing this simple task for you. You wonder if part of it has anything to do with being labelled as "mean." 

He shuffles over to your other ankle, jeans brushing against your rug, as does the same thing. It's been too long since you've been taken care of like this — the feeling has become wholly foreign and you struggle to sit still while Rin smooths out the band-aid over your skin. When he stands up, you twist around and slouch your back against the couch, facing him. 

Rin looms over you. He brushes some hair out of his eyes and sits down next to you. "I'm on a break — I'll be around a lot more."

You glance at him from the corner of your eye, "Around to see me?" 

And perhaps, you're imagining it, the way he moves closer so that his thigh is pushed up against it. Perhaps, you're imagining how he's leaned into you. Rin's temple makes contact with your shoulder and you exhale. 

"Yes," he whispers, looking up at you through his lashes." To see you." You can recognise the guilt swimming in his gaze, leftover from earlier in the evening.

You wish he would just say it — say sorry — but your heart yearns for him regardless of what he's said and what he should have said. It's ridiculous; it was years ago and you should have moved on. (And you know that the only reason it hurt as badly as it did was the fact that you had loved him twice as much when things soured.) You're motivated by the ache you've grown accustomed to when you bring your hand to his hair, digging your fingers in, scratching at his scalp. Much like a cat, Rin goes limp against you and you trace the side of his face with the pad of your thumb. 

You try to hide your other hand, feeling somewhat self-conscious about the way you’ve torn it up. Rin reaches for it without a second thought, lacing his fingers together with your own, oblivious to all the rough parts you’ve left behind with your habit. 

"What if I don't want to see you?" you question. You don't really mean it — you hope he knows. 

You can feel his breath, feel the rise and fall of his chest as he speaks, "I would wait until you said you wanted to." 

"Even if that took years?" You pause your movements, hand still in his hair. Rin draws a gasp out from you when he presses a fluttering kiss against your wrist — a nervous kiss, one that tests the waters. 

"Even then," he says. 

You don't know who leans in first, you want to say it's Rin but you, with your years of yearning, are not to be trusted either. His cold palms cup your face, lips parting against your own, his tongue meeting yours. He kisses you hungrily, eagerly, desperate to make up for years of lost time and memories that were meant to be shared by two but left to be held by just one instead. It almost hurts — when his teeth sink into your lip and you whimper, Rin snaps his eyes open. He licks over where he bit, fingers digging into your cheeks. 

You like the feeling of his hands on you. You want them everywhere, you decide. Rin tugs at your collar, unbuttons your shirt quickly, his hands splayed out over your sides and just grazing your bra. It's only then that you pull away, chest heaving as you stare up at him.

"Will you discard me again?" Your voice sounds almost meek in a way; you're afraid of what he might say and of what you might see. Too scared to see him hesitate, too scared to meet his eyes and not see yourself reflected in them.

But Rin's answer is instantaneous. His gaze has darkened some, lust-blown and riddled with the yearning that's been growing in your chest for years. His palm encircles your wrist, the other wraps around your waist chasing purchase. "Never," he says with a kind of conviction that leaves butterflies erupting at your fingertips. 

While his hand travels up your back, he kisses you again and this time it feels different. He moves up your wrist, intertwining your fingers once more. You know you have him in all the ways that he has you. 

#itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x reader #wr.iting

[cute-sucker]

birthday boy

[30.3.2024]

note: haha once again this is so self indulgent, but i love it so much so like >>> (please let me know if y'all want a party 2) words: 2k warnings: mentions of drinking, swearing, angst :)

"hey! [name], come 'ere!" a voice yelled after you.

you were putting on your lipgloss, lips puckered and shiny. 

you knew exactly who it was, but you chugged your drink and then kept walking even as you heard the light footsteps of a teenage boy. you couldn't help but roll your eyes, infuriated at the only one and only rafe. 

"i'm not your lap dog, rafe!" you said through gritted teeth, as he reached you. finally, you turned and stopped to see rafe's arrogant face. 

he glanced at your face, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his lips. 

it was the bonfire at kildare. the one place where kooks and pogues went to party all night. of course rafe was here, and you were there to have fun and get loose and if he created some sort of problem for you, you'd sack him in the eye. maybe a blossoming blue bruise would look great on his 'perfectly,' simetral face. your brother had taught you to defend yourself in the summer, and you wondered what your nasty hook would do to hid face. 

"make it snappy," you said glaring at him. he looked unfazed, smirking. 

"as lovely as always, aren't you?" he flirted, leaning against the wall. the expensive watch on his wrist glinted in the light. 

"speak." 

finally, he gave up sighing dramatically, looking as if he was going to fess up. though he looked incredibly cocky. 

"come to my birthday party. it's on the 19th" he told you, a mischievous glint in his eyes. the nerve he had! 

you groaned, "no." 

surprise flashed across his face, and then something like challenge flickered in his eyes. 

"but i'm a very good boy," he pouted. 

"could you kindly fuck off?" then you turned around, strutting to your friends. you wanted to say you weren't blushing, as your heart stuttered violently at his voice. 

rafe would be the end of you. 

10 years ago. 

"rafe! where are you?" you called, your 8 year voice squeaking with fear. you felt frantic, your small thudding. rafe and you were inseparable, and in that same fashion you had made him a hand turkey and he hung in his cubby. 

that was true friendship. 

and now he was gone. 

"[name]?" a small voice called. it was rafe hiding near the bushes. 

you ran as fast as your tiny legs could carry you. rafe eyes were pink from crying, and you felt yourself tearing up, as your hands trembled. 

"rafe? what happened?" you asked gasping. he was crouching, his little hands red. 

now he peered up at you with watering eyes. 

"i fell." 

the red welts on his hands and knees bled so properly you cried out in fear. 

"c'mon let's go to ms. asha!" you yelled and held out your sticky hand. he took it, and the two of you hobbled away. 

when you reached your teacher, rafe told her all about your help. he smiled at you, as you found yourself blushing.

"a sticker for your bravery," ms. asha fussed, giving you and rafe two firefighter stickers. 

"did you save him?" benny asked you, her eyes wide with wonder. you pushed from the admiring tone and felt your heart swelter with pride. benny was so smart, and for her to be admiring you...that was everything a kid wanted. 

rafe nodded, rubbing his knee, a sweet smile on his face. 

"yeah," you whispered out, as you puffed out your chest. you were a hero. 

2 years ago. 

you were nervous. it was after 8 years that you were going to go to the same school as benny and rafe. after second grade, your parents took you to europe for your studies. only plans had changed and now here you were in america. 

in america, looking at kildare academy with it's daunting building and high standards. 

"she'll be in good hands," the principal chuckled. your parents smiled, and you wanted to go back tightly holding your mother's hand.

you winced, as your mother slowly unwrapped your fingers from hers. she kneeled to kiss you on the forehead. 

"you'll do great things here. i mean-" then she gave your father an adoring look, "it's where the two of us met." 

then your principal led them away, as your parents waved goodbye. 

here was your future just waiting to be taken. 

the day passed quickly, and it was all going well until english. you'd so far completed all the classes and ate lunch alone. everything was fine.

at least that's what you kept telling yourself. 

yes. oh yes, it was fine that benny had passed without a single glance, or the fact that no one remembered you at all. 

hell, a few girls did remember you though, and they gave you half-hearted hellos. some of the guys eyed you with recognition but the people who mattered...didn't remember you. 

but you still hoped that maybe rafe would remember you, but that was until you realised that rafe was right there, and instead of recognition in his eyes, he looked at you with scrutiny. he'd changed, and you were surprised to realise that he was handsome

his frame had filled out, no longer a wiry little boy, instead he towered over you. he loosely wore his tie, his shirt ticked and a smirk that stayed on his face. his hair was a dirty blonde adorned with golden highlights. 

class began and you stumbled into our seat. the teacher introduced herself, ms. wetherbell and then turned her eye on you. her hand was outstretched in your direction. 

"come here, dear." 

you sat up too quickly almost falling as you did so. you blushed and there was something inside of you that was glad for this call out. maybe now rafe would recognise you. 

"we have a new member joining our class, [name] [last name]." 

you waved awkwardly, painfully smiling. 

then you watched rafe scrunch up his nose, and mutter something under his breath. 

you didn't hear it, yet everyone in the class heard it and started laughing. 

they kept their mocking eyes on you, laughter echoing through the classroom, ms wetherbell caught up quickly enough. 

"what did you say mr. cameron?" she asked coldly, and he smiled innocently. you could feel tears prick your eyes, 

"nothing at all," he mustered sweetly. his eyes followed you again and it was only then he realised who you were.

but it was too late. 

present. 

you lay in your bed now, your silk pink night gown on. you never thought of those memories, ones that reminded all that you had lost with him. after that day he had tried to apologise to you, following you until you told him that none of it mattered. 

you didn't want to hear anything from rafe cameron and that's why you wouldn't give him any of the attention he so badly craved. 

just as you drifted off to sleep, settling your paperback back on your side table, a sudden noise woke you up. it was the sound of a pebble hitting your window. you peeked out the window to check. 

there he was in all of his glory. rafe kneeling on your roof, clearly intoxicated, his eyes full of excitement as he swayed.

"why are you here birthday boy? you hissed mockingly. but as you watched his sway fear pricked your heart. you knew he would fall and break his neck if you didn't pull him into your room. 

he sighed, eyes closed as you roughly guided him into your room.

 "i missed you," he slurred and leaned on you. you tried to calm yourself, and not scream at him. you didn't want your parents to know he was in your room. 

maybe they'd think he was having a secret relationship with you. at that they would be pleased but at night? your mother would kick both of your asses and really? no thanks. you would rather not be grounded. 

"you liar," you whispered out. then you inspected him to make sure he wasn't hurt. he noticed you eyeing you, and gave you a crooked smile. he was always in his element. 

"like what you see?" 

you rolled your eyes, your voice a gasp "you wish."  

it was only then did you realised that he had a busted lip. curious . . . even more curious first dipping drunk out of his party, and now it looked as if he had fought. 

"did you fight someone? where else are you hurt," you asked him slowly. as much as you disliked him you couldn't let him wander around hurt. 

he winked in a drowsy manner. "i won, sweetheart. and just the one here." 

then he lifted his shirt to show a yellowish-blue bruise. it looked so bad you hissed quietly. then you slowly approached him with your cream. 

you peered up at him, round eyes full of worry. 

"may i?" 

he nodded, swallowing deeply. 

you tried to apply the cream as gently as you could. 

he hissed quietly, "a little softer, sweetheart." 

you dropped your hand, realising what you were doing. god, damn it! you looked at him again. drunk rafe, shirtless in your room as you treated him. 

you were crazy! instead of breaking down, you took a deep breath and applied some bandage. 

"why are you here?" you asked coldly. he opened his eyes and you fell still. 

"i told you . . . i missed you." he pouted, and you shook your head ready to get up. goddamn it. just as you going to get up, and tell him to get the fuck out of your room, he stopped you. 

"please don't leave me," his voice cracking, "i'm so tired of everyone leaving me." his hold was tightened on your wrist. instead of inching away from him, your whole body melted into his embrace.

he could make you do anything for him. and yet right now you thought you hated him but you were pressed to his side as he nestled his head in your shoulder. 

"tell me why you left that party," you asked him again, and you felt him touch your hair. he played with it, and you could smell the wine all over him.

"i couldn't take it. i had to be with someone who always cared about me. someone who i-i didn't treat every well," he murmured and you felt yourself recoil only for him to grasp your chin to turn you around to face him.

he sighed, "i'm sorry." 

you watched his eyes flicker with vulnerability. someone every single time this boy sneaked past your defence and broke your hold on reality. 

you got up to walk into your bathroom. 

"i need to change," you muttered, picking stuff from your cabinet.

"please [name]." 

"what, rafe? what do you want from me? i always tried to be your friend, but you didn't want that. what am i supposed to do?" you whispered as you felt your hands tremble at your sides. 

rafe shuddered and then turned to look at you. his eyes were clearer than ever. 

"i like you." he slurred, "i'll treat you like a princess and i have the money," he stumbled after you. 

you felt like screaming. "i don't want that! and you know that." your voice cracked, as you felt your whole body shudder with sadness.

"trust me. please trust me, this will be good. you're so pretty and kind and i can't get enough," he whispered, his scraped hands reaching for you. 

you paced around the room. "stop it! stop it!" you said finally. 

"i can't stop thinking about you and you're the only person i want," he whispered harshly, holding your hand, begging for you to look into his eyes. 

you walked away from him. 

"get out of my room," you yelled, "get the hell out of my room, rafe." 

and as he walked out of that door, your heart begged him to stop. you felt yourself drop-down, tears soaking your nightgown. 

your heart broke into a million pieces when he walked out of that room. 

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[justatypicalwizard]

Until The End Of The Night | Ch 1

-midnight-

✦ College!au, characters in early twenties, support!reader, slight angst to happy ending

✦ Synopsis: after over three years abroad you come back to continue your education. Despite gaining new friends and living a great life in Europe nothing feels better than home. You are quickly sucked in the everyday drama and everything would be just as you left it if not for Bakugo. Three years ago you two shared a moment, a short and meaningful moment that no one knows or should know about. That is until the situation gets out of control.

✦ Warnings: smut

✦ Word count: 4k

✦ Chapter: Few days until you take of to Europe, UA graduation bonfire party and a conversation with Bakugo you thought you'll never have. The two of you mean nothing to each other, don't you?

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“One more round, one more! You’re not bailing out Eiji!” Mina’s clamorous voice echoed out as she pushed shots into her friend’s hands.

The graduation party turned out just as you expected, or maybe even helped out to plan. Midoriya clumsily bumped into Ochako every now and then, genuinely thinking he’s not that obvious, as they both balanced, sitting on a log and recollecting mutual memories as if they were sticking photos into an imagined album. The tipsiness made them a bit more nostalgic. Mina, Sero, Denki and Kirishima, despite losing Bakugo somewhere, were chugging beers and spilling shots, the alcohol soaking into the green grass underneath their feet. Laughs, bickering and Denki’s loud singing disturbed the night’s soothing peace. Shouto and Tokoyami discussed the written exams while Jiro and Yaoyorozu desperately tried to change the subject, even the top class girl was in too good of a mood (due to some fireballs) to give a damn about school.

School, well it was nice while it lasted. Even though you were having a heck of a time at the bonfire UA graduation party, the squeezing feeling in the pitch of your stomach never left. It first grabbed at your intestines when the teachers handed you the graduation certificate. Or maybe even earlier, when you applied for college abroad, chewing on the end of your pencil as you tried to come up with a motivational letter. Or was it later, when you sang the school anthem, neatly lined up with your colleagues from the support class, while looking at the back of Mina’s pink head?

Never mind when it started, what pained you was not regret or sorrow but simply fear of starting a new chapter of your life. It was nice to dream about college in Europe when you were safely tucked away under the covers of your comfy bed, texting Mina and Denki your options. Now, when you were about to face reality head-on in a matter of days your knees trembled a bit. Luckily you felt not only fear but also excitement. What will Europe be like? Will you gain new friends? Are the city centres really as picturesque as they describe them? Will the classes be hard? Will you manage all the household chores by yourself? Can you really cook as good as you think or will you poison yourself?

Questions, questions, questions. They itched under your skin like a nasty rash and spread the second you dwelled on it too much. Now is not the time to make your head bubble up with concerns, it should rather be spinning due to an excessive amount of alcohol in your system.

You took a deep breath and shook your head, taking a step to the side in the meantime, the tipsiness reminding you of its existence.

“Why the fuck are you talking to yourself?” A head of blonde speaking with an irritated voice caught your attention. This guy.

Bakugo was a friend of Kirishima’s and Kirishima was a friend of Mina’s (and Denki’s) so you knew each other. You often saw the blonde in the common room spitting curses at ‘Dunce face’s’ stupid ass, you had him in the periphery of your vision at parties, always a bit to the side of the room, you told him a bunch of unimportant stuff and listened to a solid dose of the same nothing from him, never close enough to hold a meaningful conversation, never far enough to ignore each other completely.

He was mean, got angry quickly, and always had something to complain about. He was also one of the top students, that you found a challenge for yourself rubbing your achievements in his face while he wiped yours with his scholarships. He was also ambitious, hard-working and disciplined. Success poured out of every pore of his body, distilling at the nape of his neck like sweat during his murderous work-outs. He really had it all, every ingredient necessary to create the perfect hero - strength for missions, talent for catching villains, endurance to pain, looks for the fans and a personality worth looking up to (not taking into consideration his mean ass but you were sure his future PR team would take care of it).

But Bakugo was just a colleague of yours, nothing much.

“Because I’m drunk.” You stood in front of the blonde, resting hands on your hips. “Aren’t you?” A cheeky grin sprung up on your face.

“I know how to hold my liquor. I’d rather not look like a pathetic, fun deprived idiot stumbling from left to right, on her journey to fetch some water.” For a newcomer's ears it sounded like venom reforged into words. You on the other hand knew to look for answers not in his bitching around but rather on his face. Even in the omnipresent darkness you were able to catch the smirk plastered on his lips. You could guess that freaky little smile was accompanied by a crooked brow, Bakugo assessing his superiority while also having fun with it.

“You forgot to add I’m talking to myself.” An accusatory finger shot his way and you giggled a bit, taking another step to the side to keep your balance.

“My bad.” The giggle died out in your throat and silence fell upon the two of you.

You were ready for some more bickering but Bakugo decided to cut this conversation short. What were you supposed to talk about now? Would he just prefer to be left alone? Sure, you should just go and grab that water and go back to your idiots by the bonfire, sing some Mr. Worldwide songs and get Denki even more drunk, up to the point where he’ll confess love to anyone and anything. Maybe you could get him to ask Mineta out just to laugh at him in the morning. Or maybe you could stick your nose in something that’s absolutely no business of yours - getting Kirishima and Mina to finally go out. Graduation bonfire would be a great moment to confess, so romantic.

“So what, you’re going abroad for college?” The discourtesy of your actions hit you straight in the face. You already ended this conversation in your head while Bakugo was still standing in front of you. Your lazy seeing focused back on the blonde. Dionizos must be laughing at you right now, reminding you from up in the heavens that you are, in fact, drunk.

“Yeah, sorry.” You rubbed your eyes a few times before looking back at him. “Yes, I got in. The application process was tiring. The schedules in Europe and here are totally different so I had to balance between getting all the shit finalised while assuring the universities abroad that I will get my certificate any day now. But it all paid off and now I’m moving out and that’s with a scholarship from the start!” You giggled once more, the thought of your ground-shaking success made your insides bubble up with joy. Well, maybe it shook only your ground but it was enough to feel self-satisfied.

Somehow you were walking, not standing. When you focused on that you realised that your journey for water hit a detour. Both of your figures disappeared further and further into the darkness of the nearby forest. It was nice and cool, a bit chilly even, with the wetness in the air that stuck to your bare shoulders giving you the chills.

“I’m also getting a scholarship.” Bakugo’s voice was out of place, calm and way more quiet than usual. Somehow on the way he stopped with this superiority shit and you felt like you were trodding the same ground as him.

“That’s nothing new.” He gave you a dissatisfied look that you barely caught in the moonlight. “But I’m not saying you shouldn’t be proud, or I shouldn’t be proud. We all should be proud of you.” You added the last part quickly, getting too caught up in your blabbering.

“So you’re proud of me?” The blonde started to snicker but you cut him short.

“What I mean is, you’re a great student and person, a hard-worker and any other epithet you can think of, but it doesn’t mean anyone should take your success for granted. It’s all your hard work, no matter how many times you do it.” You spoke from experience. When you’re always at the top people tend to think you’re glued to the peak of the mountain while in fact you climb it, all the way up, every single time. No one is born successful.

“Yeah, as if you knew.” That snickering of his will echo in your head for months if he doesn’t stop drilling it into your brain like this.

“Oh come on, cut me some slack. I’m also good, great even!” You threw your hands into the air, gesticulating dramatically. “Just because I don’t sweat my ass in training and prance around with a fancy quirk doesn’t mean I’m worthless.” You sassed at him, or at least in your head it was sass. You go girl, slay. “Besides, you didn’t complain when I improved your gear after spending nights on your samples.”

You and Bakugo were paired up one time during an assignment. Giving your biological specialisation you were able to analyse the samples of his sweat and spice up the storage of extracted explosives in his gear. He on the other hand was supposed to be as unproblematic as he could, and use your findings to the best of his ability. The blonde sure did exceed in at least one of these tasks.

“Cuz they were good.” This boy, why does he play hot n’ cold with you?

“I don’t understand.” You groaned, slapping hands on your cheeks. “Are you praising or criticising me?”

“Both.” He was looking straight ahead so his face was a mystery for you.

“Both! Both. Both.” You parrot him in a squeaky voice. Then you stop in your tracks and laugh quietly.

“What?” He seemed irritated by your sudden halt.

“Nothing, I just never thought a peasant like me could get a compliment from the great Bakugo.” You bowed dramatically and snickered sarcastically.

“Stop shitting around and start walking.” He turned and proceeded straight.

“Where are we even going?” Now that you thought about it you didn’t know where you were. All the trees around looked the same, the grass was covered in dew kissing your exposed ankles and the chatter of the bonfire died out some time ago.

“Doesn’t matter.” Bakugo threw disinterested.

“Objection judge! It does.” You grumbled. “I still need to get Denki a whole lot more drunk. I wanted to make him ask out…”

“Stop talking about fucking Dunce face.” Now it was Bakugo’s turn to groan.

“Denki, Denki, Denki.” You chanted gawking at him with wide-spread eyes.

“Seriously stop.”

“Why?” A cheshire grin entered your face. How come Denki was annoying someone while not even present.

“It’s ruining the mood.”

“Oh so we’re having a moment here?” You gasped theatrically.

“No we’re not. The thought of him is ruining my mood.”

“Are you sure?” You crooked a brow, turning around and walking backwards.

“Stop that idiot, you’re gonna fall and crash your stupid ass.” Bakugo’s face was vague in the dark, the sensation fueled up by your slightly murky vision.

“I know what I’ve heard. The great Bakugo is having a moment with old little me! And poor Denki is ruining it.” You pouted.

“Be delusional all you want.”

“I’m gonna have to tell Mina. Friends don’t keep stuff like that from each other. Wonder what she’ll say?” You hummed as if you were studying some very important samples.

“No you won’t. Or else I’ll smash your stupid ass.”

“Catch me if you can then.”

You turned around and ran for your life. The drunkenness, shaky breathing and uneven path that promised to betray your wobbly knees any moment now didn’t stop you from laughing madly while leaping through the twists and turns of the dark forest. Your fun was short lived as the blonde heroe-to-be was obviously quicker. He crashed into you as if you were a thief running after robbing a jeweller. It took you a few turns to brake but nothing hurt you in the end. After all, you were tackled by the one and only.

“Sorry, sorry.” You laughed apologetically, eyes closed as tears prickled them. You were dizzy after the stumble. “Don’t mind my drunk babbling, I was just joking.” Realisation hit you and maybe you took the act a bit too far, now that you think about it.

Looking up you saw him on all fours, over you. He kept silent, just staring down at you as if you had something on your face.

“What?” You propped yourself up on your elbows but was quickly shoved back down. “The fuck dude?”

His face was more comprehensible now. Moonlight shone down from between the rustling treetops, bouncing from one of his cheeks, the other dark, hiding half of his face. Red tinted the area of his nose, spreading over the whole of his face. Close up he also looked a bit drunk.

“Can you just stay silent?” His voice was not like him once more, low and inches from being a mere whisper.

So you did, looking up at him. Your brain fought a hard battle between trying to understand what was going on and at the same time giving up on clarity, just going with the flow of the strange situation.

Before you could choose a side and undertake appropriate actions Bakugo pressed his lips into yours. Sometimes you thought about how he would be, how he would act? The same you thought that Kirishima was a snack but also a golden retriever so he would most likely be gentle. The same you thought Shouto was good looking but most likely a virgin. The same you thought Denki was the last thing on mother earth you would fuck. In all the scenarios you made up in your head, never have you thought Bakugo would be subtle, or did it feel more like hesitation?

His lips were more like grazing yours than kissing them and quickly moved away as if he burned himself.

“What are you doing?” You asked, realising your voice was laced with irritation. What were you irritated about?

“Dunno, I’m drunk.” He answered, red eyes still caught up in your lower lip.

“Oh so now it’s an explanation.”

“Shut up.” He kissed you once more, firmly pressing his face into yours and pushing your slightly raised head into the moisty ground.

“I’m cold.” You mumbled between sloppy kisses, shivering from how hard the chilly ground pressed into your back. No, it was your back pressing hard into the ground.

Bakugo stood up on his knees and shimmied out of his jacket, grabbing at the front of your strapless shirt to guide you up. After you were laid back down, this time with his warm jacket shielding you from the cold, your brain turned on sluggishly and started to mull over the situation.

Bakugo didn’t explain why he was pressing his chest to yours while moving his lips faster and faster on yours, guiding himself down to your jaw and back up seconds afterwards, as if he didn’t want to lose time. You didn’t explain to yourself why you allowed him to, combing his fair hair with your fingers.

Between the kisses and gasps you managed to ask him one thing. “How far do you wanna take it?”

“Till the end. You okay with that?” His dialled pupils locked on your face and you finally realised he was looking straight at you, straight through you. It was only the two of you, wrapped up in each other's limbs like a tight knot, pressing onto one another as if battling who could do it harder. Were you really about to have sex with him? Did you feel excited about it? Yes, yes you did, you wanted it so bad right now. Why did he want to do it with you? No clue but it’s not important.

“Mhm.” You murmured, placing one of your palms on his cheek and guiding him back down to meet you halfway. “Show me.” You asked quietly, tugging at his shirt. Without objection he pulled it over his head and it was gone, letting you grab his bare shoulders and thread his muscles. You didn’t remain indebted for long, pulling your tight-fitting shirt up, letting your breasts spill out of their constrictions.

Two soft mounds quickly caught Bakugo’s attention but they were only a passageway for his palm to trace down. You nodded your head and pushed up your hips to make it easier for him to pull down your pants and leave them dangling over one of your tights. He straightened up once more and pulled out a condom from his pocket before undoing his own belt.

“You bastard!” Your finger pointed at the condom but Bakugo ignored it, finding his way between your tights.

It wasn’t your first time but it still took a while to get used to feeling him inside. Fortunately he was acting surprisingly nice, staying still with his face buried in the crook of your neck. After a short while when you felt ready you scratched his bare back delicately and murmured an ‘I’m ready’ into his ear.

Suddenly, the world turned around, your dizzy head not catching up with it. The cool breeze hit your back once more as the welcoming warmth of Bakugo’s coat was gone. You were sitting on him, watching his hard breathing, chest rising and falling in a steady but fast rhythm, one that matched your heartbeat.

“What…”

“It’s my first time, can you…” The words were cut short in his throat and he looked to the side, embarrassment grasping him faster than he could formulate his ask.

“It’s your first time?” It sounded a bit louder than you wanted it to.

“I don’t wanna fucking tell you this twice.” His anger rose quickly.

“No, no, that’s not what I mean!” You quickly assured him. “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s just… why do you want to have your first time with me?”

“Why do you have to fucking ask.” His gaze melted with the floor close to his head.

You realised that you were somehow destroying the mood, trying to get that answer out of him.

“You know what, never mind, you don’t have to tell me. I just wanted to, I don’t know, I just want it to be special now.” You whispered the last part and before he got to tell you how you ‘shouldn’t make a big deal out of it’ you were already moving your hips, pressing your chest into his and finding his kiss swollen lips once again. Between making out he remained silent, except for the occasional quiet gasps and hisses. His eyes were closed and hands palmed your ass as if he was holding it for dear life.

“Do you wanna try yourself?” You murmured into his ear and he nodded.

Turning around you were once again hugged by his coat but this time you felt it was unnecessary. Your body was hot, flushed against his burning one. Putting your hand on his lower sides you started to guide him, in and out, rotating his hips slightly to make him hit all the sweet spots and press tightly to the whole of your welcoming tights in the process. He caught it after a while and your help was no longer needed so you let yourself enjoy the moment.

“Not gonna last long like this so you better tell me how to make you cum too or I’ll feel like shit for the rest of the night.” His harsh voice disturbed your trance.

“Don’t worry, ‘m gonna take care of it. Just feel the moment, you look the hottest when you’re enjoying yourself.” You murmured, licking your fingers and guiding them down to help yourself.

After countless hastening gasps of yours you finally came with a soft whine and nails digging into Bakugo’s biceps. He came short after, falling over and crushing you under his weight. There was a short silence before you both started to gather yourself.

You sat wrapped up in his coat, ass slightly wet from the moisty grass. Fuck womens’ shorts, can’t they be slightly longer? Bakugo looked ahead, giving you a view of his pretty profile, with the upturned nose and lips lacking his usual frown. You felt a lot more sober now, the adrenaline evaporating from your veins. You sat in a hole in the dense tree line that gave you a view of the lake down in the valley. You didn’t even realise that you ran up a hill earlier. It was quiet, save for the night critters.

“So are you going to tell me why I got your v-card?” You eyed his still form. “I mean, you already had a condom on you so you either decided it was the big night and you're gonna lose it with whoever or, excuse me jumping to conclusions, you were hunting for me.” Your expertise was always precise when you were not stupid drunk.

“The latter.” Was his only response.

“Well then, did you like it?” You had a hard time comprehending what was going on. On one hand it was nice, sitting in the quiet with him after banging such a hot guy, on the other hand you tried to puzzle out what was his case but it turned out harder than you thought.

“Yes.”

“Great.” You looked to the side, up to the sky and down on your feet, trying to distract yourself from the awkward feeling creeping up your back.

“So you’re going away.” It was more of a statement than a question from him.

You mumbled out something in the lines of ‘yeah’, nodding your head and trying to figure out the sudden change of topic.

“Good for you, you deserve it.” 

It was silent mostly and you were really lost. This was all so messy.

“Are you going to keep in contact with Mina?”

“Yes, of course. I think I’ll also keep in contact with the one whose name I shouldn’t pronounce.” Somehow you made him laugh dryly.

“So maybe I’ll pop up in the back sometimes.” He seemed to be speaking more to the grass under his feet than to you with the way he refused to face you.

“What’s up with you?”

“Listen.” He finally turned toward you. A quizzical look covered his features. “I told you I was gonna take it till the end and I’m gonna.” He was speaking another language and it was getting on your worn out nerves. Bakugo was never so elusive but now suddenly he decided to play a maze with you. “Do you want to be my girlfriend till the end of the night? Later you forget about me.”

It took a lot for you to hold your composure. What kind of kindergarten scenario was this? Why should you forget him?

“Just till the end of the night.” His voice was firm but his eyes spoke louder. They were dialled and pleading, locked straight into yours as if you were to disappear if he blinked. “Then you’ll be gone and it won’t matter anymore.”

“Do you have a…” You wanted to ask, you wanted to know. Why did the Bakugo Katsuki act so strange all of a sudden? Why did he play weird romantic scenarios and act as if you were dying and not simply moving to another country. Did he have a crush on you, could you really let such a thought live in your head?

“Don’t ask me that, just answer the question.”

And in the end it was not important because he was right. You will move away for a few years, you will meet new friends, new lovers. You will find a new life and let the old one away. You will grow and hurt and achieve and lose. You can’t be anchored to the past. You saw the answer in his intense eyes and it pained you to realise that you could guess what he would have said if you pushed him. You saw the opportunities fly by and escape into the night. If he only told you earlier you could have a thing, you could change some things… but do you want to change some things? Did he do you good or bad with his decision to keep to himself? It didn’t matter because that time is gone and now is now. Now you have to give him an answer as he is still observing.

“Okay, yes.” You said, blinking a few times trying to wake up from a dream, but it wasn’t a dream. It was his arm snaking around your waist as he pressed you firmly to his side and stole another kiss from your lips.

Bakugo was not your first nor last boyfriend but he was the one that you remembered the most, even if he was yours just for a few hours.

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[weird-is-life]

Can I make a self indulgent request please 😅, I'm a middle school science teacher and I'm stuck in my apartment all grading papers because procrastinated. I line alone with my little dog and I just need some fluffy comfort with Spencer. Maybe he just sits with the read on the couch with some soft indie music playing in the background. Helping her grade papers. Just a very comfortable silence and he just looks at her when she is not looking and he is just so in love.

Hiii, thank uuu so much for this cute request! I'm sorry it took a bit longer😅(0.6k)

It's Friday night and you're sitting on the couch, surrounded by a pile of tests. You've put off, grading the papers all week, not feeling like doing them at all. You don't really feel like doing them even now. But Spencer's been gone for the last few days and he called you, saying he'll be home tomorrow.

You don't want to waste the little time you usually get with Spencer by grading papers. So you decide to do them. It's easy at first, but the longer you are at it, the more tired and irritated you are.

You are now regretting, putting it off for the whole week. But you try to push through, you even put your favourite music on to help you.

It works for a bit, but the pile never seems to get smaller and you are beggining to wish for it to just dissappeared.

You are just about to give up and put a movie on instead, when you hear the unlocking of your door and a few seconds later, you find yourself clinging tight to your boyfriend, Spencer. He didn't even get 2 steps into your apartment, before you were jumping on him.

"Spence! What are you doing home?" you question. He told you, he was coming tomorrow.

"The team decided to catch an earlier flight, so here I am" he says as he hugs you tightly, he missed you a lot," I'm so glad, I'm home."

"I'm happy, you are home, too" you mumble into his chest. Spencer hums in agreement, content to have you in his arms.

You part after a few seconds, "you must be hungry, let me make you something to eat." You start to walk towards the kitchen, but Spencer catches you by your arm.

"Wait," he says and before you can ask wait for what, he kisses you. You immediately melt into the kiss. When your lips move apart, you sheepishly smile at him, give him one more peck on his lips and head for the kitchen. You fully expect him to go get a shower as he always does.

And he does. But on his way to the bathroom, he notices the mess of papers in the living room. It's like, there was an explosion of papers in the room. Spencer doesn't even need to think about why is that.

He takes a very quick shower and goes to you. He finds you making him his favourite sandwiches and quietly humming some song.

"Sweetheart?" he gets your attention, you look at him with a sweet smile, "is everything okay?" he asks.

"Yeah, why?" you look confused at him, but after a few moments, you remember. You completely forgot about the pile of papers.

"Oh."

"I-I was trying to grade all the papers. I put off grading them all week, because I didn't feel like doing them. But you said, you were coming tomorrow, so I wanted to get them done before you came, " you ramble swiftly, "But I didn't finish, it was a lot. So I'll do it in the morning when you'll sleep, I don't want to waste the time we have together by grading stupid tests."

"In the morning? Nope. We'll get it done today," Spencer's always up to help you with anything.

"We?"

"Yeah, we. I'll help you."

"But you are definitely tired, Spence. You should just go to bed, I'll do it alone-" he instantly cuts you off.

"What? Babe, I'll help you. It will be quicker this way." He doesn't give you anymore space to argue, he takes the plate with the sandwiches, kisses your cheeks as a thank you and pulls you to the living room.

You both sit down on the couch, the music is still playing. "What should I start with?" he asks and you only just think about how this man just got home from a tough week, full of work and wants to spend god knows how many minutes grading middle schoolers tests. Your heart warms up as you think about it.

"I love you, thank you for doing this" you blurt out, looking very softly at him. He pauses his looking through the piles and smiles big at you.

"I love you, too." You two spend the next hour grading the papers, while comfortly sitting on the couch and listening to the music. It's much more better doing it with Spence, than alone.

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[gyunivrse]

— soobin imagine ♡

soobin's avoiding you, and you can't figure out why

• nonidol!soobin x gn!reader | friends to lovers?!?! | angst & fluff

soobin has seen every rough edge of your personality: the good, the bad, and the ugly. it's only natural for him to know so much about you after spending so many years by your side. since grade 3, it's been as if someone superglued soobin's hand to your own.

a small, innocent argument over who got to use the swing set first; that was all it took to bring the two of you together. if you think about it, it's kind of ironic, considering the fact that your literal teacher had to separate you to keep you from becoming violent.

you both had to spend the next playtime together, sat in the corner of the classroom instead of going out with the rest of your classmates. the teacher said this was to "learn your lesson about kindness," but you ended up actually enjoying it once you got to know the boy.

in all honesty, by the end of that hour, you preferred to be in each other's company as opposed to the playground.

every time the two of you visited the playground after that school year, you'd take turns pushing each other; the teacher's words really stuck, although, maybe not in the way she intended.

even in your late high school years, soobin will bring you along with him to that same swing set, hoping to detoxify from the many stresses of teenage life. with his newfound maturity, he always makes sure you get the first turn on the swing.

in fact, he might just let you swing the whole time, just to see the elated smile that forms on your face when he pushes you a little higher than he probably should. he'll never admit that, though.

in recent days, sadly, you find yourself alone at the park more and more often. at first, you told yourself that it was because soobin's busy with homework (which, he probably is, now that you're both seniors.) but, as the instances are now beginning to pile up, you can't help but to wonder if that's really the case.

it's not even just about the park, now. you're noticing it in other places, like the school hallways.

usually, when you push through the crowd with your bag swung over your shoulder, soobin will lock eyes with you and drop what he's doing to ask about your day. who cares if he's late to class at this point, he got to give you a hug and make sure you're doing okay.

the past month, he's barely even stopped in his tracks at the sight of your presence. some days, he won't even spare a glance.

it's impossible not to have the thought that you've done something terribly wrong. why else would he be avoiding you so religiously? he's usually extremely good about communicating with you, too, so this just makes even less sense.

you find yourself walking past the playground every night, hoping that you'll run into him by chance, and he'll have no other choice but to interact with you. it's bound to happen at some point.

on a particularly cold night, you slowly trudge past down the park's sidewalk, hands stuffed inside the pockets of your thick coat. you have to clench your jaw to keep your teeth from chattering, but nonetheless, you continue on. it's too late to break the cycle now.

just as you're about to let out a disappointed sigh, you catch a glimpse of a tall figure, sitting on a bench by the swings. you immediately stop in your tracks, doing a doubletake.

the height alone is almost enough to shed light on the mysterious figure's identity, because you find yourself taking a step closer to them.

when a branch accidentally snaps underneath the weight of your shoe, you flinch, and so does the person, who looks up at you immediately. now that they've got their head lifted, it's clear that you've found who you're looking for.

soobin visibly gulps once he realizes the situation that he's in, eyes trained on you as you make your way over to him. you can tell that he doesn't know whether to stay put, or scoot over to clear a spot for you on the bench. despite his hesitation, he decides to let you sit down as well.

the silence between the two of you makes you want to grit your teeth. it's not the comfortable quietness that you usually share; instead, it feels awkward, and maybe even forced.

you want to break the ice, but soobin is so heavily focused on the swings in front of him that you're almost scared to. his cheeks are slightly puffed outward, a frustrated habit of his that you've picked up on throughout the years.

just as you take in a breath to gather your words, soobin puts an end to the silence, "are you gonna forget about me after we graduate?" his eyes are still locked on the playground equipment.

your breath catches in your throat, and you're not sure how to react. it's quiet again for a moment as you think of what to say. finally, you speak up, "well, i might have to, if you keep avoiding me."

the remark was said as a joke, in hopes of taking off the pressure that has been laid onto the conversation. when you're dealt with another round of quietude, you nibble at the inside of your cheek.

you don't have the patience to wait for soobin's response, so you turn your head to see if you can read his expression.

you're dismayed when faced with his tearful eyes, although his head is still facing the area in front of him. his nose scrunches as he tries to prevent himself from getting any more emotional than he already is. the way the corners of his mouth are pulled downward makes his dimples poke out ever so slightly; you swear you see his bottom lip quiver.

"binnie, i-.." you scoot closer to him out of instinct, attempting to mask the panic in your voice, "you know i was only joking, right?"

he doesn't want you to see him like this. he uses all of his power to hold back his tears, but his efforts are to no avail. a singular droplet escapes from the corner of his eye, making his eyebrows knit together as he takes in a shaky breath, "i'm serious, (y/n)," he sniffles, dropping his head in shame of his emotional outburst.

you place your hand onto his cheek furthest away from you, turning his head to face yours, "oh, soobin.." you can feel your heart breaking inside of your chest when he leans into your hand, letting you wipe the tear from his cheek with your thumb, only to be immediately replaced with another.

"how could i ever forget about you?" you run your thumb along his cheek, fighting back some tears of your own, "i've barely made it through one month without you, i can't imagine going any longer than that."

"i just," he stumbles over his words, "i don't know what to do.." a pained noise leaves him, and you can feel your eyes gloss over just at the sound, "i don't want to lose you."

"then why are you ignoring me? i thought i did something to hurt you, bin, i was so confused," you remove your hand from his face to take both of his hands into your own, "and i was worried about you."

"i'm so sorry.." his voice gets progressively quieter, and you eventually just hush him, bringing his knuckles to your lips to place a comforting kiss against the skin. you feel him tense up out of shock toward the gesture; he's never received that kind of affection from you before. is this something that best friends do?

"you can talk to me, soobin, just tell me what's been going on." you lower his hands from your face, gently holding them both at your lap.

"i, um-" he sniffles, pulling one of his hands away to wipe at his cheeks with his sleeve, "i don't know. i've been sick to my stomach thinking about the future."

you nod, urging him to continue with a tentative expression. your bottom lip pokes out in a subconscious pout when you feel his thumb rubbing nervous circles into your hand.

"i just keep wondering what would happen if we went to different colleges, or like.. i don't know, if you met someone and didn't want me anymore." he shakes his head as he listens to himself speak, "it kinda sounds dumb now that i'm saying it out loud.."

"well, it's not dumb, but it's literally never gonna happen," you let out a lighthearted laugh, "like i said, i almost went insane this past month. even if we did end up in different colleges, i'd be blowing up your phone all day if you let me."

you pause for a moment, biting at your bottom lip and looking down at your intertwined hands, ".. and i really find it hard to believe that anyone could ever replace you, bin."

in reaction to your words, his hand's grasp tightens just barely around yours. you're almost afraid to glance up at his expression, but when you do, you're pleasantly surprised at the bashful smile that adorns his features despite his teary eyes. "do you mean that?"

you immediately nod, squeezing his hand back and then letting go, "i never want you to worry about something like that, okay? i have no intentions of leaving you alone," you take his face into your hands, cupping his cheeks, "i just wish you would've told me how you were feeling earlier."

you catch his eyes darting around your features, and you can't tell what he's thinking at the moment. he almost looks like he's panicking all of a sudden, eyebrows slightly raised.

"hm?" you question his expression, but he shakes his head.

"i don't know if i should say it or not," he looks extremely hesitant now, pressing his lips together as if he's actually trapping the words inside.

"just go for it," you press the subject, keeping your hands placed on either side of his face. it's easy to tell that the way you're looking up into his eyes is making him nervous.

he stalls, leaving his mouth agape for a moment, ".. can i kiss you?" he finally spits it out, and you almost gasp at the words.

it's not like you haven't been waiting for him to say that for years now, but still; the question is shocking for you to hear. so shocking that you have to take a moment to regain your composure, which makes soobin immediately regret asking in the first place.

his overthinking self is already assuming that you hate him. he can't pick a place to look, anxiously switching between both of your eyes and your lips.

you can't help but to stifle a laugh at his fearfulness, gently pulling his face closer to your own, "do you even need to ask?"

he pauses, eyes widening for a moment. when he realizes just what you mean by that, he breaks out into a smitten smile, letting out an embarrassed huff. now that he has your permission, he finally works up the courage to close the gap between you both, softly pressing his lips against your own.

his hands find their way upward to hold your face, just the same as yours do to his; it's no secret that this moment was long overdue for the two of you. you don't even want to pull away, but for the sake of air, you have no choice to.

he whines ever so quietly at the loss of your warmth, leaning back in to press his lips against your forehead.

"well," you bite back a smile, letting go of his face to wrap your arms around his middle and rest your cheek against his shoulder, "if you weren't stuck with me before, you definitely are, now."

"damn," he holds you closely, resting his chin on top of your head and closing his red, irritated eyes, "are you sure i can't get a refund?"

you scoff, "you were literally crying over me like two minutes ago, but okay," your remark catches him off guard, and you can feel his chest vibrate with laughter against you.

being in soobin's arms after a whole month of missing him almost feels unreal. you know that you're both still young. still, at heart, you're the same kids who took turns on the swing set; but it's so hard to believe that you could ever want anything else.

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[starg1rlie]

𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 !! (FINALE)

pairing: scaramouche x gn! reader

genre: mild angst

xtra !! notes: okay, i didn't notice, but someone pointed out how fem pronouns were used in the first part, and so, i wanted to apologize <(＿　＿)> i will be sure to proof-read my works in the future! also this is probably going to be either too long or too short, dunno yet since this is just the beginning notes...anyways, thank you for reading this mini-series, i hope that you've enjoyed it so far!

❛ tell me more of 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗦 , even if its goodbye , tell me . ❜

───── ghost in a flower ; yorushika

"EVERYONE, CAN I PLEASE HAVE YOUR attention," the teacher called, rapping his ruler lightly against the surface of his desk. everyone's voices quieted down until the room was full of silence.

"as you can see, one of our classmates, y/n, is absent. their parents have reported them to be missing. apparently, they'd run away from home. if you happen to see y/n either on campus or somewhere else, please let us know."

scaramouche dropped his pencil. you were what? ajax flashed a concerned gaze over to lumine, who was trying her best not to burst out in tears. tapping his fingers rapidly against his desk, scaramouche tried to think of a reason why you'd run away. then again, it seemed like the reason was pretty obvious. you were most likely upset after his rejection towards your confession, hiding away in god knows where.

that was the most likely reason. another one would be that something was going on with your family. however, scaramouche didn't have any more time to think about where you could be hiding away at as the teacher pulled out their pop quizzes.

y/n...where are you?

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there was a memory that would forever be engraved in scaramouche's mind. that one summer night, when the fireworks had begun for the festival. he'd skipped out on cram school once again, settling on kicking rocks down the dusty path that wound up to the top of the hill.

he paused, hearing a crack of a twig being snapped behind him. whipping his head around, he turned to find no one there. just as he was about to walk away, he heard it again, and this time, when he turned, he saw a rustling in the bush.

cautiously walking forward, he pushed past the bristly branches of the bush, ignoring the scratches it gave him. there, he found you crouching in your school uniform, sniffling quietly.

"what the hell are you doing out here?" he asked, plopping to the ground, an irritated expression already forming on his face. he hated the sound of someone crying, it pissed him off so much. crying is for the weak, he told himself. and when you're weak, you'll never amount to anything.

"what- what are you doing here?" you managed to say in between quiet sobs, using the back of your hand to wipe away a new trail of tears.

"i asked first. don't avoid the question," scaramouche retorted, rubbing at his cheek. "it's getting late, don't you have parents or something?"

at this, fresh tears started dribbling down your cheeks. scaramouche looked taken aback, his eyes widening slightly. did he say something wrong? what did he say? god, he didn't know how to comfort someone when they were crying, not that he was interested in comforting you in the first place. he just wanted that infernal sound to stop.

"okay, okay, look- i'm sorry for whatever i said wrong, but can you shut up? you're dripping snot all over the place," scaramouche sneered. you quieted down, and after a few quiet moments of hearing your soft gasps, he shoved his hand into his pant's pocket, pulling out a plastic packet of kleenex and handed it to you.

"take it and clean yourself up. you're a complete mess."

at this, you managed a laugh, but it sound a little stuffy. taking one out of the packet, you blew your nose hard, which startled the boy sitting in front of you.

"you sound like a goose, do you know that?' he said, lips curving up into a smile. you paused your blowing, sniffing slightly as your cheeks heated up in embarrassment.

"does not!" you protested, now grabbing another kleenex tissue and wiping your eyes. when you were done, you gathered up all the clumped tissues and stuffed them into your pouch, standing up unsteadily onto your feet. "...thank you."

"what are you thanking me for? i didn't even do anything." scaramouche scoffed, also standing up. now that the two of you were on your guys' feet, you could tell that he was a bit shorter than you. snickering, you patted his head lightly, to a disbelieving scaramouche.

"god, you're so short. practically all of the guys in our class are taller than you," you said in between giggles. he glared at you, swatting your hands away from his head.

"shut up, before i shove all those tissues down your throat," he threatened, heading back up to the dirt path that he'd been walking on.

"only if you can reach my mouth," you teased lightly, laughing quietly as you followed him up.

"whatever. see you tomorrow," the shortie mumbled, stalking up the path, his school bag banging against his legs as he became smaller and smaller in your vision.

just who did you think you were, talking to him like that?

he kicked a stone rather too hard and watched it clatter down the side of hill, eyes narrowed to practically slits as he opened the door of his home and wrenched off his shoes, tossing them onto the floor before walking into the living room.

his father's altar was set up by his mother already, as per usual: incense candles already lit and a plate of his favorite mochi and an opened can of canada dry in front of a framed picture of his smiling face. putting his hands together, he bowed his head slightly to pay his respects. before he left, though, he flipped the photo so that the picture was face down.

"kunikuzushi?" a voice called from upstairs.

shit, scaramouche thought, quickly running up the stairs and into the comfort of his room. before he settled anywhere, he locked the door again and tossed himself onto the bed, thinking about that strange girl that he'd run into earlier. y/n, was it? you seemed interesting, yet infuriating at the same time. he turned onto his side and let his eyes flicker shut, listening to the steady whirring of his ceiling fan.

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when the bell rang and class was dismissed, scaramouche shoved his textbooks into his school bag and waved off ajax before running out the school's building.

there's no way. there's no way that you could be there....right?

scaramouche pushed past the other students that were swarming out past the doors and continued to run all the way to the hill that lead up to his house.

there was a small shed that someone had built there, most likely to go with the house that used to be there, but apparently a few months ago, it was torn down, and construction began just recently.

this was stupid, completely stupid. why should scaramouche care about you? his mind wanted to have nothing to do with you, but his heart was telling him something else.

this is ridiculous,he thought to himself. i can't like them.

but the more he thought about it, the more he understood was his heart was trying to tell him. you were always there; greeting him rather enthusiastically every morning, giving him some of your bento box (even though he protested against eating your pig slop), and always having that bright, smiling attitude. but that day, the day he said he hated you, your whole happy shell broke, and he saw just how fragile you were.

he shook hsi head rapidly, coming to a screeching stop in front of the place where he saw you crying.

pushing past the bushes, he saw the shed and went over to it. scaramouche pressed an ear against the wooden door and knocked gently on it. he could hear a shuffle of someone moving away and then a quiet "go away."

"y/n, it's me, scaramouche."

"what do you want?" you asked, moving a little closer to the door. he could already sense you were twiddling your thumbs nervously, as you always did when talking to him recently.

"why did you run away? was it because of what happened the other day?" he asked, quite tempted to just kick the door down and grab you by your shoulders to yell at you, but held himself back from doing so.

"or was it because of your parents?' this caused you to stop shifting from foot to foot, for which, scaramouche was grateful, but he was pretty close to yelling at you to stop, because he could hear your shoes crunching on the fallen leaves.

"it's none of your business," you mumbled, shuffling back from the door.

"oh, so now you're going to be like this?" scaramouche called. "what happened to being ultra gaga and eccentric? what happened to the person who always greets me in the most stupidest way possible? what happened to that smile you always wear? was it all just for show?"

"you don't understand. at least you still have your mom. my mom left me. she abandoned me. and she has the nerve to tell me to come live with her. well, i don't need her! i don't need anyone! not you, not dad, and not miss aoi either!"

"yeah, well you still have your dad, don't you?"

"that's different. your dad didn't abandon you. your dad died." he could hear your voice shaking more and more. he couldn't pretend that your statement didn't feel like a hard slap to his face, but he wasn't about to let you just run away from your problems, like he used to.

"he died, so what? we move on! we don't stay-" he paused, trying to open the door, but you held onto the handle from the other side, making it even more difficult to rip it open. "-focused on all the bad things in life! i thought you were always looking for the bright side in things? there's always a silver lining, is there not?"

that statement startled you, and your hands slipped from the handle. finally wrenching open the damn door, scaramouche dragged you up by the collar of your dirt-stained uniform shirt and brought you up close to his face. his breaths came out in uneven puffs as he glared at you.

"you need to wake the hell up! if you're going to be moping about your parents all the time, then you're never going to amount to anything!" scaramouche yelled, shaking you in his grasp.

you remained silent, eyes wide at his actions.

"come back already. your dad and step-mom are probably ready to call the police. lumine's blaming herself, you know. you should come back to school. come back home."

"scaramouche, i-"

he let go of your shirt, letting you drop to the ground. you could tell that he was hesitating about something, by the way he paused when he turned to leave.

"get up already,' scaramouche said, holding out a hand for you to take, the tips of his ears pink.

you heaved yourself up and quickly gave him a hug before he could run away. "you know, you can be quite persuading when you're really into it."

"yeah, well, i guess it ticked me off when you ran away like this," scaramouche muttered, hesitantly wrapping a hand around your waist and pulling you closer.

"so...what does this mean?"

"you idiot, were you not paying attention to what i said at all?" scaramouche grumbled but grabbed your chin, yanking you down to be head-level with him. "it means i like you, dummy."

with that, he pressed his lips against yours in a kiss, shutting you up from whatever you were about to say.

you could probably say he was a hypocrite or that he was contradicting himself, but what i think is that, if he learned from his mistakes, then it doesn't really matter. at least the two are finally together.

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[souyasbabyy]

• pairing: draken x son!reader, taiju x son!reader, kakucho x son!reader, izana x son!reader

request by @sxgarcude-anon: Hello, love your work! May I request Dad! Taiju, Kakucho, Izana, Draken where they find out their timid/reserved son has been getting treated harshly at school and bullied (EX. Physically, Socially, Verbally). They don't even find out, instead they find out either through their son's friend, the son comes home very injured, or worse the bullying goes to far and they get called from the school saying their son is in the hospital (or just whatever you wanna go with). The crazier part is that the son could actually go off on the bullies if he really wanted, he's a strong kid for his age (with their dads they could be menaces if they really wanted to). But reader is either too nice, it's easier for them to just do nothing (in their words), or/and maybe they just deserve it (or etc whatever reasons you wish). You could add a little extra such as a teacher knowing but saying nothing or etc XD. You don't have to do this is you don't want to.

• genre: fluff, angst

• warning: bullying, violence toward reader

• note: hiiii i'm back lol, i'm sorry i haven't wrote since what felt like an eternity. i've been struggling a lot with many things this days and my mental health is just,,, real bad lmao but yeah i'm back, thank you for your request and sorry it took so much time to come, i really do hope that you'll like it and for anyone that is getting bullied, pls talk to someone close to you or not, you can even call hotlines but pls talk to someone and i've said it before but i'll say it again, if you ever need to vent you can come in my dms, i'll always answer <33 , i know how hard it is but everything gets better with time <3 take care of yourselves, love u all <33

— draken

draken always teached his son that violence wasn't the answer to everything

and he was so happy by how kind and respectful you grew up

but since some weeks his son has been coming back home with bruises and everytime he was asking him where they come from he just shrug

now, draken wasn't worried for you because he knew you could take care of you and even if he teached you that you shouldn't fight all the time you could defend yourself

he was that you were getting into fight because you wanted to

so he called your schooled and your professor told him that he haven't saw anything

yet the day after that the school called him to say you were in the hospiral

he was so mad but he was more worried for you so he just rush to where you were

he saw one of your friend in front of your room and they told him everything, how you were bullied by a group in your class, how your teacher act like he never saw anything, how you refused to defend yourself, thinking you deserved it

draken looked at you, you weren't looking at them and he was so mad at your teacher and whoever sent you there

when he was sure you were okay he drove to your school and he was ready to commit arson, he wanted everyone that bullied fired of the school and when he talked to your teacher he really tried ot keep his calm

he saw he was scared but he didn't care, nobody hurt his son

— taiju

since you were born taiju wasn't the same man

he made it his personal mission to protect him and made him feel safe

he was never refusing anything to you and at some point he even thought you'll grow up to be arrogant but to his surprise you were the kindest soul

today he was in front of your school, waiting for you to go back home when he saw you with a little group of other guys that he assumed was your friends until he saw one pushing you on the ground and the others kicking you

he got out of the car and walked to them, his vein on his forehead showing

he grabbed one by the hoodie and told the other to fuck off which they did once they saw the imposant figure of your father

"you tell your dumb little friends that if they ever touch my son i'll take care of them myself, you heard me?"

the guy he was holding, shakily nod before running away once he let go of him

"you should've told me or do something about it" he tells you once he helped you getting up

you weren't looking at him "i didn't wanted to" you shrug

— kakucho

it wasn't a secret that your father was part of a gang and that it's how you got in a private school

people weren't really talking to you except for your one and only friend

you were eaily picked fun of because your father's money was dirty money and "you didn't deserved to be there"

your friend always defended you as much as they could and you promise you'll never tell a word to your father, scared of what he could say about you for not answering back

but once, the bodyguard he sent heard some kids saying awful things to you and he was obligated to reapeat to kakucho, that's his job

kakucho was so worried for you, he had a talk with you, saying he won't think less of you for not answering thise dumbasses and that he wasn't ashame either

when you told him you thought you deserved it, ngl he almost cried, he felt sad that his son felt like that about himself and he made you sure you knew you deserved the entire world, not to be treated badly

just like draken he would talk to the director of school and even to the parents of the people saying shit about you, telling them that they should feel ashame that their kids was saying such bullshit to someone

— izana

izana accepted that you do a sleepover with your friends

he was coming to ask if you needed something when he heard one of your friend say "and what about that guy that was hitting you the other day?" "yeah, i think he really hate me, today again he was threatening me just bc i looked at him" "you should say it to your dad" "and what he's gonna do? threaten a teen?"

and izana was so mad, he wanted to open the door and know who was the asshole hitting you

he doesn't care if he was a teen, no one touch his family

he waited until one of your friend came down to search for something and he asked them who it was, telling them not to tell you he knew and they told him everything, they were ready to give the adress and everything if it meant you'll be safe

izana then searched info on him and his family and when he got to him he threaten him, saying that if ever hit you, talk to you or look at you he'll know and he won't see the colour of the daylight ever again

after that day everytime he was seeing you in the hallway he was turning back

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[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Could you write a Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x f!student reader? Laurel starts working at Nevermore, while she starts planning her revenge on the outcasts Reader tries to make her feel welcome and Laurel is a bit surprised, they start spending time together and they bond, as time passes Laurel realizes that she cares about Reader and thinks that she might love her but pushes the thought aside because she can't love an outcast. More time passes and Laurel resurrects Crackstone, while he's destroying the school Reader attacks him but he defeats her, as he is about to k*ll her Laurel remembers all the times Reader has been nice to her and decides to protect her, they defeat Crackstone and it ends with Laurel and Reader kissing and running away so that Laurel doesn't go to jail

Thanks if you'll write it <3

Yesss!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

I don't care

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem, Student! Reader

Warnings: Bad decisions, unconditional love

Word count: 4,503

Summary: You love her, and you think she loves you… You don’t know how far you can go just for her…

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

You were sitting on a bench inside the school, as usual. Your Ipod played songs while you read the boring books that the literature teacher told you. You moved your head following the rhythm of the music. It was ideal for a rainy afternoon. You wanted to lose yourself in your thoughts. Your ice generating powers were dozing while your body enjoyed the relaxation that being like this provided you. You loved those quiet afternoons.

“You'll see how comfortable you'll be here, Marilyn. They don't look like it, but they're good, I promise.”

Principal Weems was walking with another woman, one you had never seen before. You normally didn't pay attention to strangers walking into Nevermore, but that innocent-looking redhead caught your eye from the first moment. She was carrying a suitcase and several potted plants in her arms.

“Thank you for this opportunity, Larissa,” the stranger said, nodding happily.

You watched the two women over the top of your book. You tried to go unnoticed, but Principal Weems knew all the students at Nevermore very well, and that included you.

“Oh, (Y/N), it's nice that you're here,” she told you, guiding the other woman towards you.

“Principal Weems,” you greeted politely.

“(Y/N), this is Marilyn Thornhill,” she said, pointing towards the redhead, who was staring at you. “She is your new botany teacher.”

Marilyn nodded in greeting and smiled, feeling unable to reach out to you.

“Oh, glad to meet you Miss Thornhill,” you said, getting up.

“She is (Y/N), one of our best students,” Larissa said, proud to boast of your good grades.

“I'm glad to meet you. I’m sorry I didn't shake your hand, I'm a bit... Loaded right now,” she said amused, moving things from one side to the other.

“Wait, let me help you,” you said, picking up one of the pots. She looked at you as if that gesture was something strange, but she nodded gratefully.

“Wow, thank you very much, you are very kind,” she said smiling.

There was a strange little moment of silence, as if time had stopped. Larissa cleared her throat to interrupt the curious tension that had built.

“Well, I'm afraid I have to go now. (Y/N), if you would be so kind as to accompany Ms. Thornhill…”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” you said, nodding profusely. You were always this nice to everyone, but somehow you felt the need to be even nicer with your new teacher.

Larissa turned and walked away from her, leaving them alone.

“Well…” Marilyn said, a little nervous.

“Well…” You repeated. Suddenly you felt that words were unable to come out of your mouth. “Do you want me to show you Nevermore?”

“I would love to, but first I would like to leave all this stuff in my room. It weighs a little,” she answered you, putting on her glasses with an almost angelic gesture.

“Of course, of course…”

The two of you walked silently through the school. Your presence did not go unnoticed by your classmates, who whispered as you passed near them. Your cheeks flushed red as you understood what the conversation would surely be.

The week before, Larissa informed you that a new teacher would be coming. It wouldn't be strange news if she hadn't commented on a small detail. That woman, Marilyn, was a normie. All the students seemed very surprised, even disgusted to hear it.

Normies and outcasts had always been in constant struggle. The ones hated the others. It wasn't surprising that the situation was somehow awkward, but it didn't affect you personally at all. You didn't believe in generalities. There was good and evil on both sides, the yin and yang.

“Sorry for asking…” You said, when you reached the door of what would be her room. She turned and dropped some things on the ground. “But what is someone like you doing in a place like this?”

She sighed, understanding the meaning of that question. You began to regret having asked it.

“I see that you already found out,” she told you, pretending that she hadn't minded the question. “Do you read minds or something?”

“What? No. Larissa told us that... Well, you aren’t... I mean, you're...”

“Normi,” she said, finishing the sentence for you. Her look didn't evoke rancor or anger, but there was something in her voice that told you that somehow it hurt her to admit it.

“Yeah, well… Larissa told us, just in case,” you said, wanting to run out of there. She nodded and smiled.

“I see…” She said in a breath, putting the key in the lock.

She tried to turn it several times, but without success.

“What's wrong with this damn door?” She protested, a little nervous. You immediately snapped out of your pensive and stunned state and approached her.

“The same thing always happens. The lock has a trick. Allow me, please,” you said kindly, taking the key with your hand. In doing so, you brushed your hand against hers and that gave you the willies. Your feelings were going much faster than your thoughts and you didn't like where they were going.

With your other hand you lifted the door a little, adjusting it so that the key turned smoothly, opening at last.

“Thank you, (Y/N),” she told you, picking up some things and entering the room. Are you going to stay there?

You shook your head and reached down to get the rest of her things, going inside as well.

“I'd swear it's smaller than mine,” you commented, placing a box on top of the dusty desk. Marilyn looked at you curiously as she looked at one of her plants.

“I think I'll have to talk seriously with Larissa,” she said, joking. You laughed

“Good luck with that. Lately she's too busy with her scams with Mayor Walker,” you said, sitting on the bed.

“Did you say Walker?” The redhead asked suddenly. You stirred, a little scared of her reaction.

“Yes... The mayor of Jericho, do you know him?” You wanted to know. She relaxed her face and shook her head.

“Oh, no. I thought he was other person,” she said. You didn't know why, but it seemed to you that she was lying. “And answering your previous question, the truth is, I don't know what I'm doing here.”

The days passed and you had your first classes with her. Everyone in Nevermore seemed not to be as satisfied with her presence as you are. You noticed how the other teachers ignored her. She was always alone. She ate alone, she dined alone. Marilyn spent most of her time alone in the conservatory. You couldn't help but feel bad for her. Normi or not, she was a kind woman, and a good teacher. Gradually that opinion ceased to be completely objective.

You were one of those fools who believed in love at first sight. Of course, she was everything you wanted, and the small inconvenience that it was clearly an impossible love didn't matter to you at all. You didn't want to keep seeing how she was rejected by the majority of people in Nevermore, and you took advantage of the little trust you had after your first meeting to spend some time with her.

“That's why they say I'm too cold, do you get it? Too cold,” you said, giving another one of your ridiculous bad joke shows.

“I think so, I get it,” Marilyn answered you, amused, while she watered some of her plants. “Aren’t you tired of spending time with me?”

The question caught you by surprise. Her tone was serious and somewhat melancholic. You frowned and shook your head.

“No,” you answered. “Why?”

“Well, I'm sure your friends are having fun out there.”

“Bah, they can have fun alone. They only need me when they run out of ice,” you widened your eyes at that statement. She was kind of like your friend, but she was still your teacher. “For the soft drinks…” You tried to fix it.

“Careful, (Y/N), don't make me have to call Weems,” she told you, like a false threat. “You have not answered my question.”

“What question? Oh yeah. Well I… I'm fine here,” you said, shrugging. “I'm hopelessly in love with you and I want to spend as much time as I can by your side” didn't seem like the best answer.

“You seem to be the only one, (Y/N),” she said grimly, as she set the watering can down.

“Crap. Weems appreciates you a lot,” you said, feeling a little pang of jealousy in your chest.

“She is my boss,” she answered coldly. “In any case, forget it, I don't want to go around being sorry.”

“I think you're cool, you know. And many of my classmates agree with me,” you said, blushing at that direct confession. It wasn't a declaration of love, but it was an honest opinion.

And so the months passed.

Your relationship grew, and you barely hung out with your friends from the Nightshades. You only had time for her, and she for you. The insipid and trivial talks you had in the conservatory turned into deep and philosophical conversations. Marilyn confessed to you how difficult it had been for her to fit in somewhere, that the world of the normies didn't want her, and neither did the world of the outcasts. You felt so identified. You had a lot of friends, yes, but you never felt strong enough to be completely honest with them. Only your roommate, Divina, knew about your preference for girls. Society still retained old prejudices.

“Hey, this is nightshade, right?” You said, looking at a plant you didn't think you'd seen before there. Marilyn walked up to you and nodded.

“You're good, (Y/N),” she whispered to you. You smiled, and your cheeks no longer returned to their normal color, they stayed a constant red.

“Wow, this could kill us all,” you commented, looking at the sinister plant.

“Precisely for this reason it is important that you know it, even if you don't need to,” she told you, winking at you and moving away a bit.

“Sure, academic interests,” you said, making a gesture of quotation marks with your fingers.

“I thought you would have a secret meeting tonight,” she told you in a slightly ironic tone. You turned around, surprised that she had any idea about your little student society.

“How do you know?” You asked. She just shrugged. You snorted at her mysterious and mocking attitude.

In that time some strange things had happened in Nevermore. A new student, Wednesday Addams joined the academy. A strange, quiet and sinister girl. Soon after, a rumor began to spread that a bear was on the loose. Divina told you that this bear was not a bear, but a monster. A student had apparently disappeared.

“Do you think we're in danger?” You asked, thinking how terrible it was to have a monster stalking the school grounds.

“Why do you say that?” Marilyn asked, leaning next to you and tilting her head.

“Well, the rumors about a monster... The thing about that boy... Rowan,” you said, finally showing some humility with her, some of the fear you really felt.

“(Y/N), you don't have to worry. Nothing is wrong. Also remember that Nevermore is well protected, you know, by people like you.”

While she was talking she did something you wished would last forever. Gently, she brushed her hand over your cheek. Silence fell suddenly, while her hand caressed you. You couldn't find words, or anything you could think of. Everything was calm, peaceful. You were confident, but she had never done anything like this.

“And… And don't forget the nightshade,” you said stupidly, interrupting the best moment of your life. She smiled, but she didn't take her hand away, she even seemed to get closer to you.

“Yeah, the nightshade too,” she whispered, too close.

It seemed like one of those moments when lovers kiss. You felt her breathing, your eyelids closed slowly, just like hers. You noticed her lips on yours, fleetingly, like a light touch, not like a kiss. Her breathing quickened but she didn't move. You didn't do anything, you just stood there still, finally wishing that that contact would intensify.

Marilyn sighed and moved away from you, pretending nothing had happened.

You were blocked. You opened your eyes to see that she was now turning her back on you, moving some things on her desk. You didn't know what to do, or what to say. You were afraid to hear words of regret.

“(Y/N), it's late, you better go back inside. Weems will get angry if she sees you around at this time,” she said with a very different tone than her voice used to have. It was a cold, distant tone. You nodded, knowing that she couldn't see you.

You left the place with your head down, feeling bewildered and disappointed. She was going to kiss you, you were sure. Not even the winter cold could take away the feeling of her lips touching yours. You looked back. Marilyn was with her head buried in her arms, apparently crying over something.

You were about to return, but something, or rather someone, interrupted your path.

“(Y/N)! May I know what you are doing wandering around the school at this time of the night?”

Principal Weems appeared, obviously upset. She was more concerned than annoyed, apparently.

“I… I was helping Miss Thornhill and I was leaving just right now,” you said, running your hands over your arms, beginning to feel the cold. Larissa seemed relieved to hear your excuse, and she put her arm around your shoulders.

“You scared me. I don't like you guys going out alone at night. You leave me calmer knowing that you were with Marilyn.”

The weeks passed and your relationship with the redhead cooled. You didn't talk about that night. She was obviously avoiding the subject. You didn't say anything either. Now it was clear to you that the chemistry was mutual. That was much worse. Knowing that she might have feelings for you but not want to show it was much harder than dreaming of the impossible.

After many terrifying events and companions being attacked by that mysterious monster, things didn't get any better. You were scared. You no longer went out at night to see Marilyn. She didn't seem to bother about that too much either, she barely talked to you.

That day they had expelled Wednesday from Nevermore. It seemed that she had tried to kill someone, or something.

You were lying on your bed, face up, daydreaming about that kiss that never happened, when your roommate suddenly walked into your room.

“(Y/N)! Wake up! You have to come, something has happened,” Divina said, shaking you roughly.

“My God, Div, what's wrong with you?” You said annoyed. Her face was truly terrified.

“It's Thornhill, she was behind all of this.”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head.

“Behind what? What are you talking about?” You asked, getting up immediately.

“The monster, the murders. Thornhill is the murderer. She wasn't even called that, she's Laurel Gates, remember the family that wanted to murder all the outcasts?”

You were hallucinating. You would never believe that was possible. You had a cold mind and you did remember the stories that spoke of the Gates family. You nodded, feeling your heart begin to pound.

“She is the little daughter. She wants to kill us all!”

“Have you gone crazy, Divina?” You asked annoyed in case it was some kind of practical joke. You thought so because the close relationship you had with Marilyn did not go unnoticed by your friends.

“There is no time! You have to come!” She said, grabbing your wrist.

Marilyn wasn't Marilyn, she was… Laurel Gates? A murderer? Impossible. It was simply impossible for you to believe. She would never hurt anyone. You replayed it in your head over and over again as you walked down the stairs. It wasn't possible, it had to be a joke, a misunderstanding.

It was obvious that something was happening in Nevermore. Students and teachers were running through the corridors, running from something.

-Come on, we have to get out of here.- Your friend told you when you arrived at the door. You looked at the sky. In what appeared to be the courtyard, a kind of sinister glow had arisen, as if something was on fire. You couldn't help it, you had to go see what was happening, you had to make sure that it was all a lie, that Marilyn was Marilyn, not a murderer, that she wasn't Laurel Gates. “(Y/N)!”

You ran against the current, without looking back. There was no one there when you got to the patio, just two figures that it took you a while to make out. Wednesday, she was recognizable. She seemed to be wrestling with some kind of pilgrim, a demon. You had spent enough time in Jericho to guess who it was, Joseph Crackstone. You didn't bother to wonder why he lived. The fight they were waging seemed to come to an end, and Wednesday seemed to lose.

The young woman fell to the ground and you ran to her aid, without thinking about the possible consequences.

“Wednesday!” You yelled, crouching down next to her. She seemed hurt. She looked at you strange and scared, a very rare feeling for her.

“On his heart… You have to stick it on his heart,” she told you, hissing in pain, bringing an old sword closer to you.

“What?”

“Great, more witches to burn in hell!” The pilgrim screeched behind you. You turned and brandished the sword at him. You don't know how, but you managed to dodge his blows. He carried some kind of staff that seemed much stronger than that cracked sword.

“Fuck, fuck...” You muttered, finding yourself unable to dodge his attacks any longer.

Finally, your sword collided with the staff, breaking as you feared, into a thousand pieces.

“You can't do anything, damn witch. I'll send you all to Satan,” He told you, pointing that object towards you, sending you away just by shaking it.

You landed with a crash, doing terrible damage to your arm. Crackstone approached you, slowly, enjoying his victory.

“Pray if you still can, you monster,” he whispered. You could barely move. The fall did you a lot of damage. You tried to drag yourself across the ground, but it only served to have his foot slam into your hand hard, making you cry out in pain.

It was your time. Everything had happened very quickly. You didn't even think of Marilyn as the culprit for all of this. You were going to die, and you preferred to do it believing that she was good, and that she... loved you. You closed your eyes, waiting for your sad end.

“Stop! Leave her alone!”

A shout stopped the pilgrim. You recognized that voice. Marilyn.

You opened your eyes to see a woman completely unknown to you. It was her, your beloved, but she didn't have that tender and innocent look. The absence of her glasses only emphasized the evil that ran across her face. Your subconscious came to the horrible conclusion that your friend was right. She wasn't Marilyn, that woman was Laurel Gates.

“You!” Crackstone yelled, turning on her. “I thought I told you to get out of my sight, or I'd tear your tongue out.”

You managed to support yourself on one of your elbows, looking horrified at a scene of two people who seemed to have some confidence.

“She's not in your plans,” Laurel said, darkening her gaze.

That horrible demon laughed evilly. The redhead looked scared and she looked at you in a panic.

“Please! Let her go,” she begged, getting to her knees. “Please.”

“I have a better idea…” Crackstone whispered. “I was wrong about you… You are a dishonor to my lineage. You will die too... But first I want you to enjoy the views...”

“Please…” The redhead insisted, crying desperately.

The pilgrim turned to you and smiled, his eyes wide.

“Die, witch!” He yelled, raising his cane towards you again.

You managed to put your arms in front of your head and closed your eyes again. There was no blow, an explosion sounded suddenly. You opened your eyes to see that it had not been an explosion, but a shot.

Laurel was no longer on her knees, she was on her feet, gun in hand. The bullet hit Crackstone, causing him to stop.

“I told you to leave her alone,” she hissed, inching closer.

“Marilyn…” You whispered, still shaking from being about to die.

Crackstone snarled in anger and made a swing at her, but she kept firing. Unfortunately her progress only slowed.

You had to do something as soon as possible. You preferred to be you, you preferred not to see the woman you loved die. Yes, you loved her, whoever she was. Despite everything, you loved her and she loved you, she had shown it by saving your life.

A click told you that there were no more bullets left.

“On his heart…” You whispered to yourself, getting up from the ground. The pain you felt was comparable to thousands of blades digging into your body, but you didn't care. You took a breath and concentrated. The familiar chill your powers caused passed through your hand.

A fine frozen icicle formed in your hand. It was your last chance. You ran towards that monster, just when it seemed that the redhead had accepted her fate, dropping the weapon to the ground.

“Go to hell!” He yelled, raising the staff at her. “Ahhhh!”

A horrible cry of pain filled the courtyard. That makeshift ice stake pierced through his chest, causing a black mist to begin to surround him.

A shock wave hit the place, causing you to fall back to the ground. Then came the calm. The flames that devoured the place vanished together with that demon. It's over.

Laurel moved toward you and knelt down, helping you to sit up.

“Marilyn… Why?” You said, already unable to hold back the tears. “Why?”

“My love... I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry. I didn't want anything to happen to you,” she told you. You didn't even notice the way she called you. You were broken with physical and emotional pain, but still, you couldn't help but hug her.

“Why did you do it?... I... I...” You sobbed, embracing that horrible woman, the culprit of everything, a murderer, a murderer you felt unable to stop loving.

“Forgive me, please…” She said, sobbing too. “You are the only one who has always been with me… I started to feel things for you and… And… I didn't know what to do… My God, please forgive me… I love you…”

Those words caused your heart to stop. She had just told you, she had said that she loved you. You no longer had a choice.

“Laurel… That's your name, right?” You said. She nodded. “I love you too…”

After that strange confession, you kissed in the most romantic way you could do under those circumstances. It was a deep, passionate, sincere kiss. Your conscience was screaming for you to come to your senses, for you to remember all the horrible things that had happened, that she did. You didn't hear its call, you could only hear your heart.

“Please... Forgive me,” she whispered while she kept kissing you.

“Stop.”

Wednesday's dark voice interrupted your statement. She was behind you, and she wasn't alone, Principal Weems was next to her, putting a hand on her neck for some unknown reason.

“Laurel Gates…” Larissa whispered. “I've notified the sheriff, he won't be long in arriving,” she said, serious, more serious than you've ever seen her. The redhead kissed you once more and got up. You did the same, without thinking that the Nevermore’s Principal had seen you do what you were doing. “You will pay for everything you have done.”

Laurel nodded, resigned, taking your hand.

“It's the right thing,” she said, not letting you go for a second.

You looked at her scared. She was going to give herself up. If half the things they said she did were true, you'd never see her again.

You weren't going to allow it. Not now that you knew she had feelings for you. You squeezed her hand hard, causing her to frown at you.

“Calm down, honey… Everything will be fine,” she told you. No one seemed to want to get in the way, but both Larissa and Wednesday couldn't hide their faces of disgust at seeing both of you in that romantic attitude. It was normal, it should be prohibited.

“Turn yourself in right now,” Larissa demanded. “Taking advantage of a student like that will only worsen your sentence.”

Your eyes burned furiously. She hadn't taken advantage of you, she even hesitated to kiss you that night. You didn't know if it was because you were an outcast, or because it was immoral for her to kiss you as your teacher. Any of the reasons was worth it to you. She never asked you for anything, she never used you for anything. She loved you sincerely, despite the terrible internal struggle she had to go through in doing so.

“That's not true…” You hissed, earning the attention of everyone present.

“(Y/N), what did you say?” Larissa asked, looking at you with concern.

“I won't let you lock her up!” you yelled, grabbing the redhead tightly. “Run! Let's go!”

Laurel seemed to doubt her, but she followed you, partly also because you were dragging her.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Come back here immediately!”  Larissa shouted, following you along with Wednesday.

“Are you crazy?” The redhead asked, not knowing where to go, just like you.

“I'm not going to let them take you away from me. Not now that I know you love me,” you said panting.

They were chasing you and your forces were beginning to fail you. You decided to use more radical methods. You stopped suddenly and crouched down, resting your hand on the ground.

Quickly, the ground under your hand began to freeze, causing your pursuers to slip and fall to the ground.

“Dammit, (Y/N)! Reconsider!” Weems yelled on the ground.

You didn't answer, you just smiled and kept running.

The redhead turned on her car and soon you were leaving Nevermore behind, and Jericho.

“I can't believe what I've done,” you said, scared, but not sorry.

“You're crazy, (Y/N). Running away with me is not what is best for you…. I want the best for you.”

“Don't keep talking, I want to.”

“It will be dangerous, (Y/N),” she told you, constantly looking in the rearview mirror, in case the police were after you.

“I don't care.”

“I've done horrible things...”

“I don't care,” you answered.

“I wish I had told you earlier how much I love you, (Y/N).”

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #ms thornhill #oneshot #laurel gates

[starkerlove]

it's been a long time and miss you so much! Teacher/student au request where Peter is a midtown student and he has a crush on his married Pe teacher, tony. He can't help but naughty daydreams about him until one it felt real

Hi there! I hope you like it! 

Peter Parker was a good student, maybe one of the best of the entire school, there was only one subject he didn't succeed, and that was PE. 

It wasn't that Peter didn't like sports, he did. But his professor was totally distracting. 

Professor Stark was strong, broad shoulders, a perfect goatee adorning his jaw. It made Peter go crazy for him. 

Everytime he flexed his muscles Peter lost a little bit more of his sanity. The man was married for God's sake! 

Still, the young student couldn't help but daydream. Being pressed by his professor against a wall and fucked right there at the gym. Of being forced on his knees in the locker room, to suck his professor's dick. 

It was all fantasies and dreams, until… it wasn't. 

Stark pressed Peter against a wall "Why don't you pay attention to class? You're going to fail the whole year because of PE, Parker!" 

"I'm… I'm sorry sir…" 

"You have to make an effort!" 

"I do sir! But… but…" 

"what's on your mind that distracts you so damn much?" 

"You" 

"me?" Stark smirked, "Is that so? Let's see what you can do to pass this subject huh?" 

"anything you want sir"

"anything?" 

"yes" 

Tony pulled him by the collar of his shirt to his personal office, licking the door behind them. 

He pushed Peter on his stomach against his desk, his hard on against Peter's bum. 

"let's see how much you want to pass" tony growled, squeezing Peter's ass, making the boy moan "Quiet! You don't want anyone to hear us do you?"

"no sir… I'm sorry" Peter stuttered 

"pull your shorts down. Boxers too" 

Peter did as he was told, exposing his white round ass to him. 

"such a pretty thing" Tony smiled, squeezing and pinching the boy's bum once more, before stroking his cock. 

He pulled his own pants down, grabbing a bottle of lube and spreading all over his dick, slowly pressing himself inside the boy. 

"fuck sir!" Peter had to bite his hand to keep himself quiet, it was like he was being torn apart in two pieces by Tony's huge cock. 

"you'll let me use you and you won't touch yourself" Tony warned, pressing himself completely inside the younger one. "understand?" 

"yes sir"

"good boy" tony replied before fucking him mercilessly pounding against his ass, deep and strong until he came inside the boy 

Peter was on the edge but did his best not to touch himself. 

Tony pulled back and dressed Peter's boxers and shorts once more, before dressing himself.

He smirked when he saw his come staining the behind of Peter's shorts. Turning him around he saw Peter's dick, hard showing under his shorts. 

"now go to class and don't touch yourself" 

"but sir… how am I going out like this?" 

"that's your problem, Parker. From now on I'm the only one who can touch this" he squeezed Peter's ass "and this" then he squeezed Peter's hard cock, that was smearing pre come on the front of his shorts as well "You're going to walk around like that, all stained with my come and not say a word to anyone" 

"understand?"

"yes sir" 

(is it just me or the idea of walking around with someone Tony's come inside of him and a hard on super hot?)

#starker #peter parker #tony stark #peter x tony #tony x peter #ask #peter parker x tony stark #peter parker/tony stark #starkerlove #tony stark x peter parker #writing #starkerlovewritesstuff

[lokiforever]

New teachers at school!!!!

Chapter 7

A/N : Matthew is a new comer in as Y/N's class

Matthew : Would you mind a dance?

Y/N : Uhhhhhh....

(You could sense the flirty vibes from him plus you barely knew him though you can easily defend yourself but still)

Matthew : Please just one dance!

Y/N : Maybe some other day.......

Matthew : Ok.... What about a drink?

Y/N : Fine.

( free drinks - that's why)

While the waiter was bringing your drinks you saw a familiar pair of eyes- Tom. He was looked at you and smiled and you returned the gesture .

Tom's POV

(Today, as he had no other work to complete he decided to go to the club.)

I was sitting on the couch in the club when I saw Y/N. I have to admit that I liked her since the beginning cuz she was a bright student but since she's been my teaching assistant, the things were quite different. I started liking her but more than as a student. And at the annual feast, Lord! She was looking absolutely breathtaking and the dance, it was just amazing.

She'll probably hate me if she knew how much I like her and not as a student but much more than that . Although I have seen the spark in her eyes whenever we talk or meet and the way her cheeks go crimson whenever I compliment her......

When I saw her today, my jaw dropped, she was looking exquisite . But wait a minute. She is with a guy. Matthew Cameron. Jealousy rose inside me which I know wasn't fair as she's just my student and I have no right of stopping her from meeting anyone.

Our eyes met and I smiled and so did she.

By the look in her eyes I could tell that she wasn't really enjoying it being with Matthew. He on the other hand had a 'please be my girlfriend' look in his eyes. One of the reasons why I like her, she had a 'not gonna happen' one in hers.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Waiter : Here's your drink!

Matthew : Thanks.

When you both finished your drinks you stood up.

He kept his hands on your cheeks and leaned in. You pushed him away but he did it again. By the time you could, from the corner of your eyes, see Tom standing up and coming towards your direction. He was fuming. That was when you kicked Matthew in the stomach, grabbed his collar, smacked him on the bar counter, took out your dagger and kept it on his throat.

Y/N : Do. Not. Even. Try.

Matthew :W-what is wrong with you?

Y/N : What has gotten into me, you say?! It's you who is a creep!

You felt a pair of hands on your shoulders. Tom.

Tom : It's enough for today, dear! Just look at the poor thing!

He gently whispered in your ear.

Y/N *to Matthew * : If you dare do anything like that again you'll face brutal consequences.

You let go of his collar and he stands up.

Matthew : P-Professor Hiddleston?!

Tom : Mr Cameron, in my office! Tomorrow. After class.

Matthew : O-okay, p-professor..

Y/N : Matthew, don't you think you're missing something?

Matthew : I-I'm s-sorry....

He said looking down.

Y/N : That's better!!

He immediately ran out of the club.

You let out a long exhale.

Tom : Oh Lord! You got some serious skills, Y/N!

He says chuckling.

Y/N :Thanks! You see, it's important when your classmates are jerks!

You laugh.

Tom : By the way, you are looking ravishing as always, darling!

God, this man!!!! He's probably the only one who can make you blush so easily and the word 'darling' from his tongue is like............soooooooo much more than brilliant!

Y/N *blushing* : Thanks!

Tom : You never told me that you know how to use daggers too.

Y/N : I'm not very good at it....

Tom : Then, my dear, I can teach you!

Y/N : Wait a minute.........you know how to use daggers?

Tom : Mmhmm!

Y/N : Is there something good which you can't do?!

You say jokingly. He laughs.

Y/N :Were you serious when you said that you'll teach me?

Tom : Absolutely!

Y/N : Really?!!!! When do we start?!

Tom : From Monday i.e tomorrow. After school at my place, if you are okay with it.

Y/N : Great! And yes I'm completely fine with it.

Tom : Now, I hope you saved me a dance!

Y/N : Obviously!

Then you guys dance and you could easily feel the difference between the one with Matthew and this one. With Tom it was relaxing, safe and comfortable.

Y/N : Well, I just realized that your dance is a trillion times better than Matthew's.

You both were still dancing when you whispered in his ear, chuckling.

Tom : Ehehehe! I'm honored!

You guys dance for a while and then stopped.

Y/N : I must get going! We have class tomorrow!

Tom : Right! Do you want me to drop you?

Y/N : It's fine I can drive myself home. Thanks though!

Tom : You're welcome!

You guys got out of the club and went to your cars

Tom : Bye Bye, darling!

He said placing a formal kiss at the back of your hand. You blushed.

Y/N : Bye Bye, Tom!

*At your apartment*

Knock Knock

Your best friend opens the door and smiles widely as she sees you.

Y/B/F/N : Heyyyy!

Y/N : Hiii!!!!

Y/B/F/N : Did you meet someone in the club?!

Y/N : I might have...

Y/B/F/N : Come in, quickly and tell me everything!

You chuckled and went inside.

Y/N : Uhhh..... So when I entered the club, I met a guy named Matthew and he asked me for a dance and I disagreed...

Y/B/F/N : Really?! Did anything happen?!

Y/N : Not really..... After the dance rejection he insisted on buying me a drink and between that I saw....

Y/B/F/N : Professor Hiddleston?!

Y/N : Exactly! And after that he tried to kiss me and I pushed him away -

Y/B/F/N : Professor Hiddleston tried to kiss you and you pushed him away?!!!

Y/N : Oh, no, not at all! Professor Hiddleston didn't try to kiss me! Matthew did!

Y/B/F/N : Oh.......okay..

Y/N : Matthew was stubborn enough to try again.

Y/B/F/N : Tut - tut. Poor guy, I can imagine what you did.

Y/N : hehehe, yes I know you can! Then I did you know what. It was when I felt Tom's hands on my shoulders.........

You told her the rest of the story.

Y/B/F/N : Okay............so, from tomorrow you'll be taking defense classes from professor Hiddleston!

Y/N : Not defense classes, exactly.. but,yeah sort of.

Y/B/F/N : That's great!

Y/N : Now it's your turn! Tell all about the movie!

You guys talked for about half an hour and then went to sleep.

*In the morning *

~~~Buzz ~~~

You groaned as your alarm buzzed . "I hate waking up early !" you sleepily mumbled to yourself.

After a few minutes you woke up, took a bath and brushed your teeth.

Y/N : Wake up, y/b/f/n or else you'll get us late!!

Y/B/F/N : Argh! Fine, I'm up!

You wore a simple black denim skirt with a baggy white sweater, tights and black boots. And as it was a bit chilly outside you took your black overcoat.

Y/N : Let's go!

Y/B/F/N : Just give me a few minutes!

Y/N : Sure, but please be quick, our first class is Maths and I have a reputation to maintain in front of professor Downey!

You chuckle.

Y/B/F/N : Sure, why not?

She laughed and so did you.

*In the school*

You and your best friend got out of your car and rushed towards the corridor.

That was when you bumped into a strong chest. By the cologne itself you could tell it was Tom. Your cheeks went crimson immediately.

Y/N : Morning', professor Hiddleston! I'm so sorry.....

Y/B/F/N : Morning', professor!

Tom : Good morning and it's totally fine, miss Y/L/N. But if I may ask, why are you going that side? The hall is on the opposite side.

You looked at him confused and then to your friend.

Y/N : The hall?! But we are going towards the class.

Tom : The headmaster asked all the students and teachers to gather in the hall.

( Your former headmistress was ill so you had a new headmaster, Mr. Nick Fury)

Y/N : Oh..... I didn't know! Sorry.

Tom : There's no need to say sorry! Now, let's go we are getting late!

You all entered the hall and saw professor Jungkook which made your best friend smile. You both nodded towards him and joined the rest of the students.

Headmaster : Good morning, students! I requested your presence here today to make an important announcement. Professor Downey will be on a leave for a few months and hence, Mrs. Tessa Grace will now be teaching you mathematics, temporarily.

You get a bit emotional when you listen that one of your favorite professors will not be teaching you for a few months. Professor Downey was always nice to you and was proud of you as you were one of the brightest students in his class. You respected him very much and he was always there when you needed a word of advice.

Professor Fury :Please go back to your respective classrooms and you all can wish professor Downey your goodbyes afterwards as he will be here for today.

Y/B/F/N : Y/N?

Y/N : Hmm....

Y/B/F/N : It's okay it's only a matter of few months don't be sad.

Y/N : Yeah, but....

Mostly all of the students were already gone except a few who were saying goodbye to professor Downey and those too were outside the hall so you two were practically the only ones inside.

Tom : Students, please go back to your- Miss Y/L/N?! Miss Carter?

Y/B/F/N : Oh, sorry professor we were just going.

Tom: It's okay but first tell me what happened?!

Y/N : *sniffles* Nothing.....I'm fine.

Tom : There's definitely something.

Y/N : Not really.....

Tom : We will talk about it in my office after your class.

You just nod and go to your classroom. You enter the classroom quietly when you notice that the teacher is already there.

Professor Grace : Thank you, for finally deciding to join us in the classroom.

She says, more like a sarcasm.

Y/N and Y/B/F/N: Sorry, professor.

Professor Grace : What are your names?!

Each of you told her your names.

Professor Grace : Go sit!

You go to your seats and sit beside each other.

The class was moving oh, so slowly. It felt like hours and still half of the class was left.

Y/B/F/N : As far as I could recall, professor Fury said professor Downey would be here for today....

Y/N : He did, but not for teaching for telling this stupid *points towards Tessa Grace* the work and schedule.

Y/B/F/N : Hmm...

After a few more torturing minutes.

Y/N : Umm, excuse me Mrs Grace!

She simply turned toward your direction and hummed in an arrogant way.

Y/N : The answer to that question isn't 25 is should be 32.

Mrs Grace : Oh, really?! Then why don't you come and solve it if you're so smart?

Y/N : Ok.

You go towards the board and solve the question.

Y/N : Done!

She checks the sum from the solution that lazy woman had taken out from Google.

Mrs. Grace : It is.......correct. Nice. Now, go back to your seat.

She says like somebody has kept a knife on her throat to force that out from her.

*After the class *

Y/N : Ok.......so our new maths teacher is a witch with a b.

Y/B/F/N : She is.

It was time for english class which means professor Hiddleston. You both head towards the English classroom.

Class starts.

Tom : Good morning, class! Today will be studying one of Shakespeare's most known play Romeo and Juliet. So, I have decided that I will call a few of you here for a few main roles and all you have to do is narrate the lines of the characters. But I will call those who know about Shakespeare only. I will be reciting Romeo's lines.

All the students agree and a few girls wish that he chooses them for the lines of Juliet.

Tom : Mr. Will you will be doing the lines of Juliet's father and Miss Y/L/N, you the role of Juliet....

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💚Nyte!!💚

#professor hiddleston #hiddlesarmy #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston #Tom hiddleston x reader insert #Professor x student #Jungkook

[niaaaas-posts]

Genshin boys as an 'Protective older brother'

Modern school AU

Warning: slight bulling except for scara's part

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Albedo

"How does it feel being the dumber sibling" Someone poked you from behind as you stared down at the returned exam paper on your desk.

'63/100'

It felt as if the room was getting smaller as everyone looked at you snickering and laughing about you. Fighting so hard to keep tears in you simply just pushed the paper into your bag waiting for the class to over.

As the bell rang for lunch you ran out the classroom, tear slipping out as you ran to the bathroom, that was until you run into someone. As you looked up lore and behold there he was. Teal eyes looking back at your matching ones with tears. Before Albedo could get a word out to you, you pushed away and began to run, again

But could you blame yourself though, you two were siblings. Albedo might be the top of his grade or even the school and you were not the brightest. It made you feel bad when you get anything below a 85. Not because you think your suddenly stupid it was because people would have made fun of you to Albedo and it would be humiliating.

as you ran into the bathroom you were meet with a bunch of girl from your class standing there laughing and talking but it all stopped as you walked in. They all left as you walked to the sink next to them. A wave of tears ran down you cheeks as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You opened the tap washing your face, as you looked up your soul almost left your body seeing the boy behind you.

"W-what are you doing here! You'll be in trouble if someone sees yo-" you where cut off by your brother, Albedo pulled you to his chest rubbing your back which makes you cry even more.

"I'm so sorry Albedo" You sobbed onto him "I'm not mad. I don't know why you think i would be disappointed. I know you listen to everyone saying your the dumber one between us but i can assure you that's not true" he said rubbing your hair as you hugged him tight. "Isn't it embarrassing though"

Albedo heart soften hearing your words. "Trust me when i say. Whatever these people say i simply do not care. All i care about is that you tried you best, and even if you think school isn't your strong suit that's ok, there are other things out there that your good that."

The boy stayed there receiving stares from other girls as they walked in the washroom. He could have cared less, all that mattered was his sister feeling the weight of stress from the feeling of having to be just like him. "I'm sorry Albedo" you said so soon you stopped crying. Before he could say anything the door burst "Albedo!" You jumped while your brother calmly turned.

"What are you doing in the girls washroom!" The teacher pulled his shoulder to face her. "Forgive me miss. I can assure you i had no idea into doing anything perverted." The teacher glared at him before telling him met her in the principal's office. He sighed before following the teacher, not before asking if you'll be fine.

Keaya & Diluc

"Come on girls, louder" You along with your teammate cheered louder some doing flips and such. The cheers got louder as the match ended. Having your school winning against the opposing school. You smiled as your brothers celebrating with their team.

"You guys go on ahead I'm staying back a little" You told a teammate as everyone walked over to the players. There was to much people so you decided to stay back a bit. You walked to the bleachers a little far from the mob of people.

You sat there letting out a sigh of relief, oh how you hated crowds. You felt relaxed while looking at your brothers joyful faces from a distance. It was all going good until a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Immediately you sat up trying go get the hands off you. When you did a familiar ginger (sorry not sorry) stood behind you with a wide smile.

"Wow can't a guy hug his ex" he laughed walking up to you as you walked back "A-Ajax, wha-what are you doing here" you stuttered in fear. "Aw why do you sound so scared of me and didn't you see me playing on the field? I'm kinda hurt by that. You didn't notice me yet the whole time my eyes were on you, can't let my teammates find out though. They might think it's the reason we lossed"

"Ajax please-" You began to talk but you were cut off my a blood curling laugh coming from the boy as he walked faster to you "Now that I'm think about it. You were busy looking at another guy then looking at me? Is that why you didn't see me!" He held down your shoulders hurting it a bit "Wh-what no. My brothers wher-"

Again he cuts you off by laughing, you have gotten used to him doing that alot when you two were together. "Oh right how could I forget those two, their the reason I can't be with you anymore" he moved a hand to push back strings of hair behind your ear. It made you uncomfortable, him being with you, alone. It scared the daylights out you

"Say girlie, how about we get back together. You know I'm sorry about what happened back then, I've changed! I'll treat you twice- no, ten times better then anyone could." He squeezed you shoulder making you yell out in pain.

"Ajax your hurting me, please I don't-" You were suddenly yanked away from him being thrown onto someone shoulder. "The hell you think your doing, huh" You raised your head hearing your brother's voice yelling at the ginger. Keaya who had you over his shoulders started walking away from the scene that Dulic was making with your ex.

Heizou

"Hm? What is my little sister doing here all by herself" Your older brother sat next to you at the empty lunch table. Quickly you closed the books you had opened out. "Woah, what's wrong" He looked at you in confusion. "N-nothing!" You slowly pulled back the books that didn't belong to you. Heizou quickly noticed and pulled them away from you. "Well what are we hiding here" he laughed looking through one of the book " Heizou don't-" but before you could finish your sentence your brother gave a disappointed look.

"Why are you doing other peoples home-work" He looked at you while you nervously played with your fingers. "I'm just returning a favor" you snatched back the books. You too sat there beginning to feel uncomfortable from your brothers gaze. "I'll be at the library" You quickly got up and left leaving the boy there. Making it see through that something is upsetting you.

He's the type of brother that would 100% try everything to find out why your sad or hiding something that's draining you. Which is surprising since he always makes himself open for you to talk to him. Overall he cares, a lot. So he did what any older brother would do, spy follow behind you.

When you got to the library you started back doing the home-work before the owners came back for it. Lets say if you don't finish there home-work on time the output isn't a pretty one. You were almost done with it then you felt hands griping onto your shoulders making your soul jump out your body. "Well, well. I came to pick up my stuff but it looks like your not finish." They leaded down to your ear "I have to hand that in the next five minutes." They gave a evil giggle. "If i get in trouble for late work, you won't want to know what will happen" They stared at you coldly.

"Please enlighten me bubby" Someone pulled the person away from you. You turn to see your brother holding the person by the shoulder. "Go on, tell me. What could possibly happen" Heizou laughed at the person before pushing them onto the floor. "Heizou!" You got up. "You'll get in trouble" You dragged your brother out the library praying the office didn't see the the scene played out from the cameras. "Why do you keep letting other walk over you like that, y/n you can always tel-"

"Heizou Shikanoin!" You sighed hearing the deans voice's. "Good now your in trouble now, idiot" You scolded him "It was worth it"

Thoma & Ayato

"Oh, y/n i came as soon i heard what happened" Ayaka kneed down to you on the washroom's floor. "W-why" You asked crying making Ayaka more heart-broken hearing your voice crack. "We aren't even real siblings" You cried. "Hey don't say that. Ayato and I do see you and Thoma as siblings" She wiped your tears.

Ever since your mom got married to the Kamisato siblings father people haven't been easy on the three of you. Though Thoma and your mom weren't affected by it you were. People would point out that you and the Kamisato siblings weren't really family and you were probably doing it for the money, since the Kamisato family were know to be rich. Maybe they were jealous you were close to the popular kids now? You didn't know, all you wish was that it would have stopped.

"Ayato! You can't just walk into the girls washroom" Thoma scolded Ayato but the words went into one ear and out the other. Rage blinded him, it wasn't the first time something like this had happen. he never confronted you about it though, he may or may not slightly threaten whoever it was that made you upset. He didn't show it before but cared a lot for his siblings.

Thoma kneed down near you seeing how you were while Ayato stood there. "What happened!" Ayaka stood up tell her brother the issue. Some girls want Ayato's number from her but since she didn't have his permission. She go on to tell the girls not right now but they did not took it well. "All this for that" Ayato sighed as he left to deal with the matter

Overall Thoma would be by your side comforting you non stop while Ayato prefers to deal with the matter.... differently.

Scaramouche

"Well hello sweetie" Your opened the door to your date, Kazuha. "Come in side" your mom moved aside. She quickly closed the door before sitting with the boy. "Oh my, i can't believe my little girl is going to a prom" Kazuha smiled at the woman as she beamed while talking about her daughter. "Since she's joining you for your prom next year your be with her during hers" Kazuha laughed nervously at the statement. "Well i don't see why i would say no to tha-"

"Let go of me you dumbass!- MOM!" the two's attention was faced up the stairs where they see you tying to pull away from your brother. "Let go of me before i kick you down the stairs!" You shouted at your brother who just started getting dressed for the prom he didn't want to go to. "Your not going to prom with some guy without me there!" The both of you started fighting but carefully not to ruin your dress and his pants.

"MOM!-" "enough!" Your mom shouted not only shutting the both of you up but surprising Kazuha "Get down here both of you" Scara and you groaned walking down the stairs ready for you mom's impact. "What is the matter with you too, we have a guest and you two have been behaving like wild animals" Scaramouche looked at the said guest. "No way i'm letting you go with him" He blunted out. "Yes i am! You can't stop me, right mom"

You and Kazuha had to wait for Scaramouche to get ready since he wasn't going to let you go by yourself.

#keaya alberich #genshin #albedo #diluc ragnvindr #shikanoin heizou #kamisato ayato #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #genshin fluff #genshin impact #thoma

[calliedion-dungeon]

𖤓Sore Kisses

Picture Kath on Pinterest

(oooh look! another Mary Goore/Fem reader fic) (Also, first time posting a Mary Fic in here)

Chapter 1. Spider vs Bat

Read on ao3 <<<

Summary: Your best friend Frank wants to include you in his circle of friends, that triggers a series of encounters with one of his rommies, Mary Goore, at first they get along fatally, but it's just that you don't know each other. How many steps does it take for you to get along?

Warnings: MDNI +18, Smoking, Heavy Drinking, Fluff and Angst (later) Swearing, Crossdressing (later), Adult Content, Eventual Smut, Blonde Mary Goore!! Everyone is a Little Shit in here, later it gets all Soft and Smutty, Enemies to Friends to Lovers Trope.

//If you have read my other fics with Mary, you'll know this is the most self-indugent piece of shit I make :D//

While you light a second cigarette, sitting on a very short wall as your feet swing, you playfully kick your friend's shoulder, Frank, the one who always accompanies you, he’s sweeter than anyone in the world, but his image of a rough, tan, muscular metalhead helps you go out and nobody bothers you thanks to his intimidating physique, no one knows that usually you’re the one who takes care of him, you, who is up to his elbow in height, yet fierce and short temper, often he’s the one stopping you from starting a fight.

You find yourself sitting on a block fence, waiting for some boys to arrive that he wants to introduce you to, his plan is to merge circles of friends. You give him another little push with your boot, he knows you're bothering him on purpose, you've known each other for so many years that he's immune to your anger, your impatience and especially your high-pitched voice, that tone you make when you're bored, just like now, you've been waiting for half an hour, and your friend just takes a step away from you so your foot won't reach him.

“They aren't coming, dude…” you tease your friend, as you often do by telling him “She doesn’t love you” or “They changed you for a better person” and “We’re secretly cousins”

“Yes, they are… stop that!” Frank pleas about your annoying foot, holding his arms crossed giving you a side eye, that was one of his virtues, he never got angry at you.

“They better be worth it; you know I hate meeting new people” you anxiously give your cigarette a couple puffs more, rather dead than to show that you are nervous.

“You need to expand your horizons, Y/N. I can’t your only friend”

“I mean, you're the best, but not the only one, I do have other friends, but we’re meant to be together forever” you say as affectionate as a death threat.

“The eldest teachers in art school don't count” ignoring the part last of your sentence, he laughs.

“Fine! It's just that… people our age are so fucking stupid, they never know anything beyond their noses”

“There's a reason why I’m introducing you to these guys, two of them are my roommates and you don’t even know them”

“Because they sound like idiots…”

“Frank!! Hey, man!”

A group of young people arrive, they greet your friend so familiar that it makes you a little jealous that he has more friends besides you, but that feeling confirms what your friend told you seconds ago, some look at you curiously as you drop from the fence and put out your cigarette, your combat boots make a sound that caught the attention of some boys and the single girl who hugs one of them, while you shake your plaid pants off, Frank introduces you to everyone, some want to shake your hand, but you just wave “hello” to everyone with one hand and you take a step back sticking close to the fence.

“You’ll excuse my friend; she gets shy with strangers” Seeing that you refrain from touching them, Frank knows how to excuse you for being more withdrawn than usual.

“I’m not shy, I’m just looking” Your careful look follows the small group of people, some know well what you are doing, others do not even turn to see you.

“More like judging” Frank isn't one to do you much of a favor, but you like that he doesn't mince words about calling your shit out.

“Oh yeah? Too bad we already have one like that” One of the boys who had a very pretty girl hugged with one arm, says this while with the other arm he pushes someone you haven't seen, hidden among his long blond hair, he seems shy at first, and just gave a little smirk, he had a baggy t-shirt from a band you like, that made him seemed like an approachable person, maybe later you'll try to make conversation, you don't remember if they told you his name, he just smiles at the others without looking at you, bumps fists with Frank like If they've known each other their whole life.

All this time you both had been waiting for the boys outside a bar, you don't love those places, those nights always end badly, but Frank was always determined to go to these kind of bars to hang out, you reluctantly accompany him when he insists too much, so you enter with the group without much desire, when you all walk to the bar together, you get upset because they leave you behind, while everyone talks to each other, things that everyone knows in a group, things that you are not aware of, therefore you cannot participate.

You move on auto-pilot, they sat at some tables a little tight between everyone, Frank was next to you, you stayed on the edge of the table, so you had to scoot over every time someone wanted to go to the bathroom, that added a little more to your annoyance, you tried to drink as much beer as possible hoping that it would cheer you up a bit and not ruin anyone's night, especially your friend’s. At one point when you were drinking from your bottle without looking, Frank nudged you.

“Hey, you took Mary’s bottle” Frank yells at you over the music.

You look in front of you that there are two bottles and the one you have in your hand is much fuller than yours, you look at the shaggy young man who looks at you confused.

“You want me to buy you another one?” the loud music barely let you even hear yourself, your offering was not well received, maybe it was because that guy didn’t hear you well, he wrinkled his face at you.

“Do whatever you want” he huffs barely looking at you.

“It was an accident, dude” you try to be polite, but your annoyance is quite noticeable, although he has the right to refuse your offer, that tone was not necessary either.

“I said, whatever” He gets up and walks on top of the table, everyone yells at him as he just jumps off knocking over some beer bottles.

“Hey, cut it out” everyone complains but he goes in the direction of the bathroom, stumbling slightly.

“Come on, let’s go smoke outside” Frank proposes to you, knowing it’ll calm you down, one of his friends follow you two as well. He seemed nicer than the other blond sucker, his name is Nick and just as he offered you his lighter you immediately liked him better. You’re half hidden behind a door in a dark corner outside the bar, the others were near the light post by your side, the one called Nick was showing off his newest tattoo and to be fair it was really cool, they were making small talk to make you show off your piercings, some of them you made them yourself at work.

“Sorry for that” Nick excuses as soon as he lights your cigarette, you tilt your head and knot your brows in visible confusion “I mean Mary?” You're still not sure who's he talking about, you forgot his name so quickly.

“The blonde that knocked all of the bottles on the table because you stole his?” Frank helped complete the thought of what Nick meant, they were both looking at a certain point towards the bar entry, you couldn’t see from your hiding spot.

“Oohhh, that major dickhead? What an…” Your tone accompanied by a cloud of smoke denoted that you were still bothered by what had happened inside, you expected one of the two to say something about it, but you only heard a voice approaching and asking.

“Who’s a dickhead?” This Mary appears interrupting the conversation and you just remain silent, while they offer him your cigarettes.

“Nobody… Anyway… uhh we’re hanging in the apartment later, Y/N you wanna come? You’ve never been there” Frank tries to lighten the conversation by diverting the thoughts of the two of you to something else, you really don’t want to encourage conversation anymore, at least not with them.

“No” you kill the cigarette butt with your boot, if you turn to see anyone it's only Nick or Frank.

“Come on? I promise we cleaned this time, no more banana peels and…”

“Who is we?” you interrupt him.

“Actually, we all three, Nick and Mary are my roomies” you use all your strength not to yell 'fuck no!' Frank has invited you to his apartment so many times that it was embarrassing, but now knowing that he lives with that… guy, now you want to go even less.

“I don’t know… there are no ghosts in your apartment?” you jokingly say to Frank, even venturing to smile a little, knowing that it was an old building where they lived, you often joked about him being cursed.

“Only those with huge tits” you hear that blonde speaking, you glare at Mary, not responding, what’s with this guy meddling in your conversations? You give him a murderous look, without even bothering to hide your annoyance.

“Y/N, it's just a joke...” Frank warns you; Nick looks at you amused by your interactions, puffing on his own.

“That's what you get for mixing circles of friends” you tell Frank in a calmer voice, it's obvious it's not his fault, even if it’s not fair, sometimes you can’t help yourself but to react to idiots, it’s not like you should be patient to a stranger.

“…and you are not part of any” You immediately frown looking directly at Mary, leaving your spot, you get up angrily, he turns to look down at you smirking with that stupid smug face begging you to punch him.

“What the fuck did you say?” you spit at him; Nick widens his eyes and takes a couple of steps back still hiding his laughter.

“Hey! You, stop it” Frank points at Mary and calls him in a stern tone “You, calm down” he holds your arm, knowing you, he should be thanking that there’s no bottles around for you to throw.

“He fucking started it!” he gives you a smirk, while continuing to smoke your cigs and winks at you, at this point it has to be on purpose and you fell for it.

Would it be too immature to leave? Would it be considered a tantrum? Maybe, but it's for the best, you don't have to put up with the words or the terrible welcome from someone so... The word doesn't even come to you, undesirable? So guy-like? That's not even an insult, though in the proper context... either way, fuck him.

#Sore Kisses #mary goore fanfic #mary goore x reader #Mary Goore #repugnant band fanfiction #repugnant

[randofics]

Under Editing!!!

Jock OC x nerd/geek reader

(NOT MY ART ⬆️)

🎶 Luke Combs- she got the best of me

🎶 Jason Aldean- whose rearview

🎶 Lady A- just a kiss

You sat at the front of the class, taking notes as your teacher put them up on the smart board. Hand sore from holding your pencil so tight. Today had been a relatively slow and quiet day, at least for you anyway.

When the teacher asked you to go get a certain book from the library, you agreed without question. She handed you a note with the title and author written on it. You speedwalked down the corridor and into the open doors of the school library.

The older woman at the front counter smiled at you as you jogged over. "How can I help you, dear?" You hand her the note, and she types it into the library database. "Alright, it should be that shelf at the very back where the windows are. You see where it says historical literature?" "Yes, Ma'am."

"Ok opposite the windows. It's got a black cover."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

"If you can't find it, I'll take a look." You nod and jog to the back where she said it would be. Sunlight shines through the old off-white blinds, and you turn your back to them, looking over the historical literature books. You don't hear the footsteps coming up behind you as you focus. It's only when a male voice whispers behind you that you whip around in fright.

"Hey, little bird."

You've never been one to scream when startled, and this time was no different. You suck in a startled gasp, hitting the back of your head on one of the shelves. You grab the back of your head and hiss at the pain. "Maybe I don't have to mess with you today. It seems like you're doing a great job by yourself." You roll your eyes crossing your arms. "What do you want, Jake?"

He paused for a moment, his hand on the shelf above you moving to rub the back of his neck. He looked a tad nervous and wasn't making eye contact. "Well, believe it or not, I'm here to ask you out."

You didn't believe it. He was just too mean not only towards you but others as well. He'd poured ice water on you in lunch one time and with the other jocks pushed you into a closet only to be found when another student heard you call to them. When you finally got to class, your teacher was worried and asked where you had been. Glaring at Jake, you told her what had happened.

You weren't one to lie, especially about things like that, and almost the whole football team got detention. To say you were waiting on their revenge plot was an understatement. You were almost constantly looking over your shoulder in the halls, and at lunch, you sat close to the teachers in case anyone tried anything.

Of course, the one time you let your guard down, you'd be found by Jake. One good thing was that this was the library, and there was no tolerance for loud noises or loud talking inside. If you screamed, the librarian would run to your aid. "I don't believe you, Jake. This is probably just part of your revenge plot for getting you and the others detention. If you had just left me alone, that wouldn't have happened."

"This has nothing to do with that, I promise!" Hand on your hip, you glare up at him through your glasses. "Really? Then name a few things you like about me." Hand on the shelf again, he sighs. "Ok, well, it's cool that you know so much about animals. You're obviously smarter than me in that respect. You're also pretty, prettier than some of these rich bimbos anyway. I also like how you aren't afraid to snap back at someone when you need to."

You couldn't help the jump in your heart rate at his compliments. Was he telling the truth? It seemed like he couldn't look you in the eye, a good tell that he was. You were surprised, to say the least, so surprised that you spoke before you could register your own words.

"Ok, I believe you." He perks up. "Really!? Ehem.. I mean, uh, really? You really do?" You nod. "So does that mean you'll go with me later?"

"Sure, I don't have much to do this afternoon anyway."

"Ok, then it's a date! We can take my car after class." You nod again, and he awkwardly pats your shoulder as he leaves. You slump back against the shelf, sighing in relief, but quickly realize you still have to get that book to class. You wave over the librarian, and she helps you locate the book. Once you have it, you jog back to class.

Your teacher asked what took you so long, and you gave her the excuse that you had a hard time finding it. The rest of class was uneventful, and the bell rang, signaling the end of the day. When you walked out the front doors, you spotted Jake leaning against his cars hood on his phone. He hadn't spotted you yet, so you slinked through the crowd, trying to blend in. You didn't want to know what would happen if people saw you with him.

You got right up next to him before he realized you were there. "You're pretty sneaky, you know that?" You only mumbled out a "Maybe." He unlocked the car with a beep and ducked into the driver's seat. You followed suit, sliding into the passenger seat and shutting the door behind you.

"Were are we going?" He turns the key in the ignition, and the car rumbles to life. "I thought maybe the diner?" You nod. "As long as you pay for my milkshake." He laughs as he places his arm around the back of your seat, looking back as he reverses out of the parking spot. "I'm not kidding about that either Jake you at least owe me that."

"I was going to anyway. The guy always pays on the first date." Was this a date? Or was this his roundabout way of apologizing? Did he think he could buy your good graces? You had to be careful and not get your hopes up.

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At the diner, he sat across from you reading the menu. "What are you going to get?" You sigh, propping your head up with a hand. "Just a hotdog and fries along with that milkshake. He humms in acknowledgment, setting down the menu and waiving to the waitress. She takes your order and you relax in your seat to wait.

An awkward silence takes hold over the two of you, and before you can pull out your phone, he speaks up. "Hey, look, I wanted to apologize for how I've treated you. I've been a real a**hole to you for no real reason. Maybe it was because I was jealous of what you've got going for you?"

"What I've got going for me!? You've gotta be kidding me. Look at what you've accomplished! You're on our football team!"

"You're almost top of your class, y/n, and I'm just wasting time trying to get into the big leagues when I know for a fact that only like five percent get there! Meanwhile, you could have jobs practically lined up for you."

"You don't have to go to the big leagues, Jake. You could easily get a blue-collar job that pays well. That's what most people don't understand. Blue collar work is heavily relied upon for our society to even exist!"

He looked surprised, eyes wide. "Yo-you're right. I hadn't thought of it like that before. See, that's why I said you were smart!" The waitress tray in hand interrupts your conversation to lay out your food. With a bright smile, you thank her. "Let's eat!" You can't help your bright smile as you eat. Your conversation continues, and soon, you have to leave. Jake pays for the food and follows you out to his car.

"So what's your address? I'll drive you home."

"I live over by the park. I'll show you where when we get there." He nods and peals out of the parking lot.

He takes you on a few more dates through the next two weeks, and you grow to like him more each time. Letting down your walls little by little.

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"So, are you going to the game next week?" Your friend sitting next to you asked. "Yeah, I probably will."

"Going with that mystery boyfriend of yours?" You roll your eyes focusing on your paper.

Later that day, when you have some free time, you meet up with Jake in one of the stairwells. He seems off somehow, maybe upset about something? "Hey, you alright?" He perks up a bit at your presence, giving you a small smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Are your classes ok?"

You give him a slightly confused look. "Yeah, as good as usual. Why?" He shrugs hands in his varsity jacket pockets. "Just curious, I guess?" You ignore the strange conversation swapping to a different topic. "My friend mentioned a game coming up next week and figured I'd go."

"Yeah, we're going against the school a county over."

"You going to practice this week?"

"Yeah, we have a couple that are pretty late, though. You can skip those cause I know you like your sleep."

"I'll at least go to the ones that aren't so late." He nods, and you still get the feeling he's glum. The alarm on your phone startles you both, and you growl in frustration. "Ugh, I've gotta go to class, Jake. You should, too." Catching him off guard, you stand on your tiptoes with a hand on his cheek and give him a peck on the other.

Wide-eyed, he watches you scamper off touching his cheek where you kissed him. A blush tinges his cheeks as the feeling of your lips linger. That was the first time you'd ever kissed him. He walked back up the steps to his next class with a smile on his face.

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After his late practice, he was in the locker room with his team. The boys loudly bickering in the background as he slipped on a clean t-shirt. "Hey Jake, how's it going with that nerd?"

"You've got a week till the challenge is over, man!" He didn't want to be reminded. He'd honestly started liking you and didn't want to break up your relationship. He just had to keep it quiet.

"It's going." With that, he shouldered his bag and walked out.

"What's up with him?"

"I dunno man, you think maybe he's starting to like her?"

"Could be, but I doubt it."

As he lay in bed, he couldn't stop thinking about how you'd react to the truth. He was scared you'd leave him, and you probably would, so he just couldn't let you find out.

The next day came, and you were excited for the afternoon because you had made you and Jake food for supper. One of your teachers was kind enough to let you put it in her mini fridge for the day. You were excited through all your classes and couldn't wait to go watch him practice.

When school finally let out, you made your way out to the football field. You found yourself a good vantage point from the bleachers and waived when he spotted you.

He couldn't help his smile when he saw you. Your presence gave him a boost in confidence. He pushed the tackle sled with more ferocity and juked around the cones like it was nothing. He finished the training course well before the others, so the coach let him go early.

As he left the field, you followed suit, coming up beside him as he walked back to the locker room. You stopped at the threshold knowing you weren't really supposed to go back there. "Hey, it's alright. You can come in with me. There's no one else here." Reluctantly, you follow him inside.

He grabs his bag from one of the lockers, setting it on the bench. You watch as he removes his helmet and jersey, revealing the padded plastic armor beneath. He unbuckles the two side straps, slipping the bulky plastic over his head. The white tank top beneath darkened with sweat.

He takes a fresh black t-shirt out of his bag along with his dark grey jeans, setting them down. As he removes the tank top, you can't help the dark blush forming on your face. "So what's in the bag?" You spin around facing away from him as you hold up the used grocery bag. "It-It's food I made us food." "Really? Sweet!" You feel his hand in the curve of your side as he moves behind you. Internally, you freak out thinking he's about to kiss you or whisper in your ear. Instead, he reaches past you for someone else's spray deodorant just as quickly moving back to where he was to spray himself down.

You hold the bag in front of you, turning partially around to look at him. He's just putting his shirt over his arms and head, and you take the chance to admire his physique. When he pulls the black fabric over his torso, you look away again. You push your glasses up your nose, trying to hide your blushing face from him. "Hey, keep facing that way for a minute. I've gotta put my jeans on."

You do as asked, hearing the shuffling of his clothes behind you. The tell-tale zipper sound of his jeans let's you know he's done, but you don't dare turn around. Knuckles against your lower back make you jump. He chuckles at your reaction. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." When he gets a better look at your face, he realizes how red you are.

"You're almost as red as a tomato! What's gotten you like that?" Stepping up to you, he tilts your chin up, looking into your eyes. Your free hand lightly grips his wrist, and you feel warmth spreading through your chest. A foreign pull tugs you closer, but before you move even an inch, loud voices and talking come from the hall.

"S***! Quick grab your stuff! We can go out the back!" Bag in hand, he pulls you by the arm through the locker room to the back entrance. The two of you slip out the door just as the others walk inside. He takes you to the underside of the bleachers where you breathe a sigh of relief relaxing on the concrete. You both let out a chuckle.

He takes your bag, opening it to reveal the food you made in two containers along with two drinks. "Let's eat!" He opens his container, taking a whiff of what you made. "It smells great!" You smile as he takes a bite, complementing your cooking. "If you do this after every practice you come to maybe we'll have a good chance at winning."

"You like my cooking then, huh?"

"So far, so good!" Your bright smile makes his heart beat faster, and a giddy smile of his own pulls at his lips. "Thanks for bringing this." You lean over with a hand on his cheek as you give him a peck on the other. "You're welcome, darling."