#“forgets how to talk” in school when his classmates get loud

[coyotetatertot]

Promotional for Tate's company in my interp of A Better World AU.

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God, I love exploring what he can do if he hadn't suffered through his father abandoning them and then YEARS of caretaker burnout as he tried in vain to heal his dad. What if he hadn't learned to fear his intellect and skill. What if Appalachia hadn't been cut out of him by being raised in the Bay Area. What if his abilities and cultural identity were both nurtured and encouraged by loving parents and a strong educational support system. What then. 👁️

I think he definitely still has his issues, because public figures often do lol. Fame causes so many problems. But fuck if I don't wanna let this lil scruffy genius out of his mental cage of repression, burnout, and depression. I think he's wild, enthusiastic, and has so much heart and spirit underneath all those layers of bullshit. 30 years of suffering and he is in his 30s, the divergence of the AU puts him on a radically different path from childhood and that makes him a TOTALLY new person.

On the highest peaks in the world, the strongest tethers aren't your rope, but the emotional ties which unite your climbing team and keep you connected to those waiting for you back home. Whether it's by blood or by choice, Tater Higgs McGucket understands the importance of family. Son of revolutionary inventor and co-founder of the Institute of Oddology Fiddleford Hadron McGucket, Tate describes his father as his closest friend, collaborator, and mentor. In collaboration with family friend and other co-founder of the Institute Stanford ("Ford") Pines, the three first designed their renowned supplemental oxygen delivery system after an expedition studying anomalies in the Himalayas.

"Our investigation took us to Camp 1 of Manaslu," Tate described in an exclusive interview with Mountaineering Monthly last week, "And I was shocked by the amount of traffic. This was some of the roughest terrain on the planet, but we saw more people out there than on some of my hiking trips back home in Oregon. . . Ford was our interpreter, and after talking with the locals, we realized that there were all these companies selling tickets to the top — with sherpas puttin' themselves on the line just to ferry tourists to the summit."

The influx of inexperienced climbers has had disastrous consequences, as Tate witnessed firsthand. "A lot of these people, they're physically and mentally capable of makin' that kinda climb, but maybe they don't follow best practice. You can summit without any oxygen, if ya stop and acclimatize along the way. But that takes a while, so it can be really temptin' to ignore your body and throw an oxygen bandaid at the problem. But then you're puttin' yourself in an emergency situation if it fails. While we were there, one of those climbers ran out, and a sherpa had to run more oxygen up there. I told him there was a storm a-comin', but he went up anyway. And we ended up losin' 'em both."

Tate's growing twang was underscored by a nervous bouncing of his leg, and he took a moment to collect himself before resuming the interview.

"Dad and I had a look at these open circuit breathing apparatuses. While they were reliable, we saw they were plum wasteful. Knew we could make somethin' better. There's a growin' culture of risk-takin' 'round them mountains. And maybe we cain't stop the industry that's causin' these problems, but we can at least make it safer for them climbers. 'Cuz at the end of the day, regardless of what ya think about these people? With an accident like that, there’s people left behind that're a-hurtin' somethin' fierce. Partners, friends, kids without parents. I mean, just the thought of losin' my dad like that is enough to break my heart — but that's reality, for both the families of that climber and the sherpa who died tryin' to save him. . . Naw, I reckon we can do better."

That was how the youngest McGucket, who had become a household name in the 1990s for his work in designing personal computers with his father's company, first ventured into the world of alpinism. But what he hadn't expected was to fall in love during the process.

"I always needed nature," he explained, "I get overstimulated awfully easy, and so I go out there to clear my head. Been hikin' and fishin' since I was a kid. . . And so, after workin' with climbers to test this equipment — I saw a lot of them eight-thousanders up close, right? And one day, I just knew I had to see it from the top."

But having become familiar with the dangers involved, Tate knew that preparing himself for such a climb would be no easy task.

Luckily, he found a trainer in Ford's twin brother, Stanley Pines.

“Stanley is a stand-up guy. Real old school. Throws a hell of a punch, catches a hell of a catfish.” Tate said of his mentor, “He’s a fighter. So I knew I needed him, because all it takes is one slip up or act of god for these expeditions to turn life-or-death. And he’s been great. Neither of us knew much about rock climbin’ or mountaineering before all this. But we’ve learned together. And having summited a few eight-thousanders now, I can tell ya, I wouldn’t be here without his help.”

Also aiding in his expeditions were his prototype real-time weather and vital monitoring systems, which have since become standard issue in all McGucket brand protective wear. But Tate is most proud of his high-frequency beacon system, which allows climbers to communicate with their partners and first responders — even from inside perilous crevasses.

"The danger of avalanche or serac collapse is real. There are times when your life just ain’t in your own hands. Our systems allow climbers to communicate when they’re entering or exiting a perilous area, and can send out an SOS. They’re also constantly pinging, so in the event somethin’ does happen, they’ll help your climbing partners or first responders find you.”

But high altitudes aren’t the only place you’ll find the twin peaks of McGucket Mountaineering. Tate’s inventions have seen heavy use by first responders of all stripes, from firefighters to wilderness search and rescue — and he has recently signed a contract to manufacture respirators for medical use.

"At the end of the day, it’s all about making it home safely.” Tate concluded, “You gotta prioritize what matters most. You can do incredible things in this world, but none of it matters if you can’t share them with the people who love you.”

[starkwlkr]

hi i love your writing, i have a request could you imagine where ruby talks about being in love with a friend from school, and charles and ruby's uncles are protective and jealous and y/n laugh at the whole situation

the L word | charles leclerc

“Maman, when did you know you were in love?”

Y/n thought it was such a serious question for an eight year old to ask, but she answered the question anyway.

“Well the first time—”

“You can be in love more than once?”

Y/n chuckled and nodded. “Yes, Ruby, you can. Some people fall in love once, and other don’t.”

“Why?” The girl asked.

“It’s just how life is.”

That stuck with Ruby for a while. Her mother explained the concept of love to her. For being an eight year old, Ruby understood it quite well until she asked if being in love automatically means that you had to marry that person.

“Um . . Not necessarily. Not everyone that’s in love married each other.” Y/n explained.

“Why? They love each other. You and papa love each other and you’re married.” She stated.

“Well not everyone wants to get married. And it doesn’t really work like that. For example, I love you and Mathéo—”

“Don’t forget about Floppy.” Ruby interrupted.

“And Floppy, yes,” Y/n chuckled as the mentioned of the stuffed bunny. “I love my friends and family too. Do you get it?”

Ruby slowly nodded. “I think so. But maman, can I tell you something?”

“Of course, what is it?”

“I think I’m in love.”

Y/n kept Ruby’s secret until Charles made it back to Monaco for the Grand Prix. Ruby had told her mother about her crush on a classmate from her piano class. Y/n thought it was adorable that her daughter had a crush unlike Charles who thought it was the end of the world.

“She’s too young! She’s my baby!” Charles spoke with Y/n as he got ready for the day. The Monaco Grand Prix was in a few days and he was already stressing about the race, now he had more to stress about.

“She’s eight, Charles. It’s just a little crush. You never had crushes as a kid?” Y/n asked, as she started to make the bed.

“I didn’t care about girls back then, I was too focused on racing.” He admitted. Y/n the stopped what she was doing and stared at him until he said the truth. “Okay, I had one crush, but she didn’t like me back! She liked some boy who stole my favorite pen from school.”

“Poor you.” Y/n chuckled then walked to the bathroom to start doing her hair, Charles walked in with her.

“But now I have the best wife who gave me the best children ever and hopefully she’ll give me more . .” Charles kissed his wife’s cheek repeatedly.

“Keep dreaming, Perceval. Maybe in the future. If we have more, imagine how you’re going to be when they start dating.”

“Oh god.”

After getting ready, the couple and the kids made it to the paddock. Usually, Ruby was energetic and loud, but her behavior that day changed. She was quiet and stayed with her mother holding her hand. When they walked into the Ferrari garage, Carlos was shocked to see a calm Ruby.

“Is she sick?” Carlos asked the parents.

“No, she’s fine she’s just nervous.” Y/n replied.

“Nervous for Charles or Ferrari?”

Charles rolled his eyes. “Actually, she’s nervous for herself. The boy she has a crush on is coming to watch the race, which I’m not happy about so can we please talk about something else?”

“She has a crush? No, she’s too young!” Carlos whisper yelled.

“That’s what I said! Thank you!” Charles brought his teammate in for a hug.

“Unbelievable, come on kids. Let’s go find Aunt Kika.”

By the time it was time to do interviews, the whole grid seemed to know about Ruby’s crush and each of them reacted similar to Charles and Carlos. Since Ruby’s first paddock appearance, the grid loved her. She had them wrapped around her finger and they didn’t mind one bit.

“What’s his name? How old is he? Do I know his parents? Where does he live?”

“Calm down, Pierre, they’re eight.”

“I need to know who my niece likes! What if he’s not good enough for her? Ruby deserves the world.” Pierre told Y/n as the family and a couple of drivers sat in the Ferrari hospitality.

“They’re eight. Why are all of you on Charles’ side? They’re kids, they’re not going to get married tomorrow.” Kika added.

“I’m not on papa’s side. I’m here for ice cream!” Mathéo said as he continued eating the frozen treat.

“Thank you, Théo. Keep eating, baby.” Y/n kissed her son’s cheek.

“There’s a percentage of people that end up marrying the person they met in their childhood. Ruby could fall into that category.” Charles stated.

“You sound ridiculous right now. I don’t think that’s a bad thing. It’s cute, my childhood crush moved away to Canada or something.” Y/n said casually.

“Is it Lance?” Lando questioned.

“Mate, she said he moved to Canada, I’m pretty sure Lance was born there.” Carlos told Lando.

“Anyways . . . I suggest we keep Ruby in the Ferrari garage at all times then when the race finishes, we take her straight home and we all live happily ever after.” Charles proposed.

“Yeah, that seems dumb. But good luck finding her, she’s been with the boy from her piano class this whole time we’ve been talking. I think Fred is giving them a tour of the garage last I heard.”

[alexisomnias]

— "HEY, HEY CLASSMATE!" . . .

⤷ you’re their seatmate!

angels notes: can be read as platonic or romantic

featuring the DORMLEADERS

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

—riddle as a seat mate is kinda a pain in the ass

—Especially during his first year; boy would scold you for breathing too loud!

—Upon second year though he’s a lot more mellowed out

—Your one of the only people who WOULD take a seat next to him, and in exchange he helps you with things you don’t understand.

—He also won’t speak a word if you copy off his homework… just don’t make it too obvious!!

—He’d also save you if your late to class by making up an excuse or such, but shh don’t tell him you know how down-bad he is for you.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

—goodluck getting him to even show up to class

—if he does he’s literally only coming for you. he’ll ask you to take notes for him and stuff but wont complain if you don’t

—in the end he does only show up to class because your next to him, so be sure too show up yourself!!

—if he catches someone else in the seat next to you he is LEAVING, or kicking them out, no way is he sitting through the class without you by his side

—he’s not that awful of a seatmate: he’s familiar with the material so if he's in a particularly good mood he’ll help!

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

—boy probably made a deal with some student to ensure he’s always sitting next to you. doesn’t matter what class he’s there

—totally believes in unassigned signed seating so will talk off someone if they take HIS spot next to you

—definitely helps you with your homework. in fact he encourages you to come to him for help (he wants you to know you can use him as a shoulder to lean on)

—also will make up an excuse on why your late, except its hella valid

—probably shares a textbook with you ngl, and definitely shares his notes

—definitely will share his school supplies. need an eraser? he has 3! a pencil? heres a newly sharpened one!

—probably will try extra hard to show off, he wants to impress you

—(he’s also extremely vigilant on whether his handwriting is neat or not when your next to him!!)

KALIM AL ASIM

—he’s such a fun seat mate. though he’s very distracting LMAOO

—definitely gets you both in trouble for talking during a lecture (he doesn’t care though, its you!)

—completely forgets about taking notes because he just wants to chat with you

—probably has been moved in class

—will buy you a thousand pencils so you never have to sharpen one LMAO

—drags you into group projects with him and stuff, he’s pure at heart, really!!

—actually pretty insightful, he’ll exchange answers with you, and go into convo about how you came up with such an opinion or answer

—“hey this is [name]’s seat!” he says to this poor clueless student. he’s your desk warden aha!

VIL SCHOENHEIT

—Vil is actually a good seatmate! he shows up on time, always hands in his work. has academic plot armor (has he ever failed??) and he’s willing to help! though he’ll still make you do it yourself

—he brings you snacks during class! only healthy ones of course, but he feeds you and he’s super sweet about it too! Literally that one friend that always shares their food for lunch

—definitely someone to look up too, and he’ll teach you concepts or help you catch up if you fall behind. He's your personal free tutor, he uses these sessions as excuses to see you, not gonna lie!

—he may occasionally scold you based on how you present yourself, especially if you are lazy with it, but its all out of care! He'll fix it himself anyway. He personally loves running his fingers through your hair.

—not seatmate behaviors :P he cares

IDIA SHROUD

—hes more of a text mate tbh

—bro will send u messages on twstcord and get you caught 😭😭

—he doesnt even show up in person hes just there to listen atp

—even then he ADORES listening to you talk, and although he really doesn't need help with homework since you know he's there?? he'll still ask you to bring homework to him because he's petty and he wants to see you.

—and if he invites you to a "study session" its really just him stammering over his words and playing video games

—oh god, he also imagines physically sitting next to you in class, and reenacting scenes from a shoujo! actually, nevermind... too many people...

MALLEUS DRACONIA

—Malleus finds you interesting. you have enough courage to sit next to him? how interesting

—literally the only one in class who doesn't sit like 5 kilometers away from him. He immediately grows a liking to you because of that.

—he’ll talk to you in class unknowingly getting you both caught LMAO, except your the only one getting in trouble unfortunately.

—he’ll have in dept conversations to you about certain topics, and almost always has an answer to give you in class

—he’s an encyclopedia, and he LOVES helping you! ask and hes already explaining.

—probably gets distracted by staring at you in class. Not sneaking glances, full on dazedly staring at you (in a totally not menacing way). he just likes looking at you! don't mind him!

—a sweetheart really, also super possessive over your seat. he ensures he's always on time to class so he can see you and sit next to you, and he’ll get all pouty if he cant.

[bucketslutz]

Don't Be Late (Logan Howlett/Fem mutant reader)

Chapter 1

(A/N): btw this takes place in an alternate universe where the x men as a team don't really exist, but the members and mutants obviously still do. readers powers are similar to atom eve from invincible, if you haven't seen that show i highly recommend it, but if not, you don't really need to know any of that to understand readers powers, they'll be explained in more detail later on.

Summary: You've spent your entire academic career trying to hide who you really are, your goal to end up working in a small museum or archive and live the rest of your life going unnoticed. The first day of grad school you meet someone that sparks something deep inside you that you never thought existed. Your history professor, Logan, makes you feel things you've never felt from someone before. Will you keep hiding your feelings, or will you get too close and risk him knowing who you really are?

Warnings: 18+!! explicit sexual content, minors DNI!! pls!!! oral (fem recieving), logan being a munch lowk, oral on the couch, teasing, dirty talking, cursing, logan being an asshole professor, no use of Y/N.

Word Count: 3,208

You anxiously rub your forehead as you struggle to find parking on campus, circling and circling the lot. Finally, someone pulls out and you turn in aggressively, someone in front of you flips you off, probably eyeing the same spot. You’re late. Very late. You have an American Civil War class, it’s an advanced level, with a professor whose name you cannot remember for the life of you. You’ve been preoccupied this summer, and time escaped you before you got the chance to research his credentials. It’s your first day of grad school and you’re late. A long commute, a new college, and shitty parking. You hope to god the professor doesn’t care or notice when you slip in late, as you carry a specific kind of disdain for drawing attention to yourself.

You were 13 when you first noticed something was wrong, walking home alone from school when a stranger tried to pin you down and do god knows what to you, until your eyes glowed a deep fuchsia and you threw him across the alley with a strength you didn’t even know you had. Your veins began glowing the same pink color and pulsating, scaring you shitless. You ran to the woods behind your house, avoiding your family for fear of harming them. With enough practice over the years, you’ve learned to control your abilities. Your eyes only glowing occasionally when you’re especially frustrated or angry. Sometimes even when you’re…taking care of some sexual urges. While you don’t know what causes these powers, you do know the general population’s feelings about mutants enough to understand that no one can know what you are. You don’t keep boyfriends for longer than 3 months, you don’t let friends become closer than you need them to be, and you don’t tell anyone what you are. You just want a normal life.

Your forehead is slick with sweat by the time you arrive at the history building, your breath heavy and labored, not from how fast you were walking to the building, but from anxiety, which is also the source of the excessive sweat on your brow. You cannot recall this courses class size, and you damn yourself for forgetting to check; not knowing if you can slip into the large class quietly or if everyone will be able to see you come in. This isn’t undergrad where people stumble in hungover with 10 minutes left of class, this is a graduate program where people go on to become masters in their fields of study. And you’re going to look like a fool in front of everyone. You approach the door to the classroom and can see through the window that it is, in fact, a small class. Fuck. There are maybe 15 people in there total. You hold your breath as you attempt to quietly push the door open, but it fails you with a loud, obnoxious creak. Every head snaps towards you, including the teacher, and you offer a meek smile to your classmates and turn your head towards the professor to issue a brief apology. You swallow hard when your eyes land on him. his tall frame is leaning against the white board, a little scary looking with muscles that bulge against his crossed arms, peaking out from under his rolled up sleeves. You’re surprised they’re visible even through his plaid button-up. His hair is fluffy, dark, as well as his beard…or actually, you should say mutton-chops, as that would be a more accurate descriptor. He glares at you, and you swear you’ve held his gaze for hours, but realistically it’s only been no more than a few seconds.

“Sorry,” you offer timidly.

The professor nods lightly, his jaw tense, and waves you off as he continues addressing the class. You attempt to quietly maneuver to an empty seat in the back, trying your hardest to not trip over your classmate’s bags and chairs. You feel like it takes forever to get to your seat, hoping no one pays too much attention to how clumsily you scoot past the chairs and over obstacles. You try and settle as quietly as possible, unzipping your shoulder bag and retrieving a pen to take notes. He’s still going over the syllabus, thank god.

“The only homework you’ll have is an essay, every week—every Friday—you have an essay due. Then every 3 weeks you’ll have an exam,” he instructs, rather nonchalantly. “And while I don’t give a shit if you waste your money and don’t come to class,” his eyes suddenly are fixed onto you, you swallow a lump of anxiety lodged in your throat as he continues, “The school cares a helluva lot more so, if you don’t mark your name down on the attendance sheet, you forget, you’re late, or whatever the hell, you’ll be absent. I’m not going back in and fixing shit.”

Noted. He turns his gaze back to the rest of the class and continues talking about the curriculum for the rest of the semester. you try to keep your head down as you scribble notes into your notebook, trying to look busy, when in reality you want to kick yourself in the face. You left your apartment too late, you didn’t anticipate the amount of traffic on the interstate, and you conveniently forgot how terrible parking is on college campuses. You look up to see the professor checking his wristwatch with a furrowed brow, like he’s considering something.

“Alright, that’s all i’ve got today, get out,” he commands, his gravelly voice showing slight indignation.

There’s a general look of confusion around the room at his abrupt dismissal with 45 minutes left of class. As people begin to shove their belongings in bags, you quickly get the memo as you collect your notebook and pen in your hands and stand up, ready to depart from this nightmare as soon as possible. But you’re the last in your row, shoved into a corner. the line of people in front of you have their chairs pushed back to the wall as they slowly collect themselves. It takes an obnoxiously long time for you to get out from behind the the long row of desks, even longer to leave the class as everyone shoves their way past you and out the door. Finally, you find an opening, but before your foot can even reach the threshold, there’s a strong grip on your arm. You turn your head to meet the gaze of your professor. Your heart skips a beat as he maintains eye contact briefly, before he hands you a piece of paper and lets go of your arm.

“Find your name, mark it,” he directs, causing you to scramble for the pen in your hands as you scan the paper for your name.

You try and offer a polite smile to the professor, but he remains stoic and unamused, making you feel even more uncomfortable. Once you find your name, you ungracefully set the paper against your flimsy notebook for structure, and scrawl a shaky check mark next to your name. You offer the paper back to him.

“Here, thank you, um, professor…” you trail off awkwardly, forgetting that you never actually checked what his name was. He takes the attendance sheet from you.

“Logan,” he answers.

“Ah, thank you professor Logan—”

“No,” he cuts you off with a wave of his hand, “just Logan.”

“Logan, right. thanks.”

“Don’t mention it,” he says, his tone far from indicating the typical politeness of the statement, and rather literally cautioning you to never bring up this act of kindness again. And with that you turn to leave the class, unsure of why this gruff, sturdy, serious professor bended his own personal rules just for you. But no matter with that, you at least know you’ll never be late to his damn class again.

***

You pull into the driveway of your house with a sigh. It's late, the time you prefer to get home, so you can fully relax and use your powers in peace. Despite living in the middle of nowhere, you still fear someone will mistakenly pull into your driveway and catch you flying into your second story window or creating an apple from nothing. The lack of sound, except that of the chirping crickets and cicadas, puts you at ease. You release the tension in your shoulders and float off of the ground, propelling yourself to the patio on the second story of your house. You unlock the door with a flick of your wrist, the fuchsia energy encasing the doorknob and letting you into your bedroom, you then toss your things down onto the floor. An exhausted groan escapes your lips as you face plant onto your cool, soft bed. Not even coming up for air when you fling your arm up and slam the door shut with a pink, crystalline whoosh. You turn over to face the ceiling, your eyes fluttering shut within the comfort of your bed. Longing to get out of your stuffy jeans and bra, you trail your hands over your body and watch as your clothes dissipate into a pink flash while you manifest some boxer shorts and a loose t-shirt. Finally comfortable, you slide under the covers, wanting to sleep off one of the most stressful days you've had in a while. A morning full of classes, then 5 hours interning at the museum, before finally finishing off your day at the convenience store down the road working a 6 hour shift. While you can create most anything you want with your powers, you cannot create the full nights sleep that you most desperately need right now. 

As you drift, you think about how embarrassing of a morning you had. Stumbling into class like a fawn learning how to walk, Logan directly looking at you when speaking about attendance, Logan shoving the attendance sheet in your face so you mark yourself as present, Logan's strong arms and the way they looked with his sleeves rolled up. Logan's fluffy, dark hair and--No. Shut up. Don't think about that, he's your professor for god's sake. And, more importantly, an asshole. No amount of muscle or sheer sexiness will distract from that fact. You repeat this fact to yourself as you doze off, not wanting to give in to immature thoughts of attraction. Despite falling asleep to the negation of that attraction, your subconscious drifts somewhere you know you shouldn't physically go.

You're in Logan's office, your ass perched on the edge of his desk. Logan's back is to you, locking his door and drawing the blinds. He turns to you, his stance almost primal and animal-like, like he can't wait for the chance to devour you. The thought of that causes your arousal to swirl deep in your stomach. Logan saunters towards you, bearing his lower teeth like a predator ready to take their prey. Your breath hitches in anticipation as he gets closer, causing you to spread your legs, hoping the clear view of what lies beneath your skirt will draw him in closer. It seemingly works as he closes the distance between you two, his waist now flush against your lower stomach. Tingles shoot down your spine at the sudden contact, blood rushing down to your pussy. He pants as he brings his hands to your waist and strokes up and down the sides of your body, then achingly slow up your neck, then finally stopping at your chin. One hand creeps to the nape of your neck where he lays his palm flat while the other pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Your eyes flutter shut, anticipating that he's close to having his way with you. He holds you there for a beat, his face so tantalizingly close to yours that you can feel his breath against your skin. You whine gently when his lips teasingly graze your own. The fingers pinching your chin adjust slightly to grip your jaw instead, allowing him better control to tilt your head up towards him. His other hand, at the nape of your neck, travels upward allowing his fingers to gently rake through your hair until he roughly takes a fistful and tugs. A soft moan escapes your throat and you try to satiate the throbbing pressure between your legs by rubbing your thighs together. An amused huff leaves Logan's lips as he looks down at your squirming figure beneath him.

"You gonna be good for me, princess?" he asks in a low, gruff tone as the hand on your chin trails down the side of your neck before landing on your breast. He massages the flesh fervently, finding it harder to hide his own desperate arousal and need from you. You moan into his touch and arch your back into him, your pussy searching for more friction that Logan is expertly avoiding giving you by not allowing his pelvis to meet yours.

"Logan," you gasp.

"C'mon, baby," his voice soothes, like smooth velvet, "tell me you want it."

"I want it," you whisper, desperately seeking any sort of release.

"Good girl."

And with that, Logan removes the hand on your breast so he can aggressively hook an arm under your ass and easily hoist you up with one fell swoop. Your legs wrap around his waist and your arms around his neck, reveling the feel of his palm that covers your asscheek. With a growl Logan spins you around and throws you onto the couch in the corner of his office, barely allowing you a second to recover when he crawls on top of you and captures your lips with his own desperately. The kiss is aggressive and needy, tongues dancing together ungracefully, teeth clashing, hasty lip bites between kisses. His hips grind against yours roughly, causing you to hook both your feet around his ass to keep him there for as long as you can, desperately seeking more friction. His hands alternate with each other between grasping your breasts to gripping your face passionately. Without breaking the kiss, he hooks his arms under you and drives you further up the couch so your upper back lays against the armrest. You whine when his lips leave yours, but it's quickly replaced with a moan as his lips travel down your neck, chest, the stomach he exposes by lifting the hem of your shirt, biting the fabric at the waistband of your skirt. You squirm underneath him, anticipating what's gonna happen next as his face nestles between your legs. He licks, bites, sucks, and kisses the skin of your inner thighs, causing you to gasp with each harsh move of his mouth, before promptly melting into a moan when he alleviates his biting or sucking with a kiss or flick of his tongue. Your clit is throbbing, your pussy aching for him to get closer to your center. So he does. His tongue dances along the edge of your panties, not dipping much further into the fabric, his head alternating between each of your lips. You whine desperately as Logan's mouth hovers above your core, his hot breath teasing you further. He looks up at you and into your eyes as his mouth latches onto your thinly clothed pussy, causing you to squirm and moan underneath him, the already damp fabric from your arousal, getting further soaked from Logan's saliva.

"Logan," you whine fervently. "Please."

His mouth leaves your pussy, just barely hovering above it now.

"I gotta make you want it, princess, it's no fun unless you're begging for me to taste you," he breathed against your pussy, his voice low and syrupy. He quickly resumes the hold his mouth had on your pussy, making your back arch off the couch with a moan.

"Okay, I'm officially begging, please, Logan, please," you whimper, not sure how much longer you're able to take his teasing.

"Atta girl," he rasps against your pussy. Like nothing, his fingers hook around the fabric of your panties and he rips it off of you with an experienced strength, leaving your pussy now exposed to Logan, and your torn lace panties on the floor.

"So wet for me, huh?" Logan teases through a cocky smile. You squirm more underneath him, causing his hands to move to your hips to hold them down. Logan stares hungrily at your cunt, removing one hand from your hip and bringing it to your pussy lips to rub it tantalizingly slow with his fingers. Flicking his eyes up to meet yours, he finally brings his tongue to your folds and licks up to your clit. You moan throatily and bring your hands to his hair to give it a tug of appreciation. He groans enthusiastically into your pussy, eating at it like your core is the forbidden fruit dripping in molten pleasure. He's animalistic in his movements and noises, lapping at your clit with groans and grunts in pleasure, almost growling even. He brings his fingers to your core, tracing the hole before shoving two digits inside of you. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling them with each push inside. The noises are lewd and wet with each drive of his fingers. Your moans grow more desperate and needy as you climb towards your climax, the death grip you have on his hair growing stronger and stronger. The hand holding your hip down crawls up to your breast, grasping desperately at your flesh, hastily circling your nipples with his thumb. Your breaths quicken, your eyes flutter shut as he continues the steady onslaught of your pussy with his mouth and fingers. 

"Logan, I'm so close, don't stop...please..." you trail off, beginning to lose yourself in your pleasure. Logan responds with needy moans against your clit and the continuous pumping of his fingers in and out of you. His grip on your breast loosens to grasp your side, slinking down to your waist, definitely leaving a mark with how rough he grabs at you. As his lips and tongue continue lapping you up, you can feel your arousal swirling in your stomach more and more. Your moans grow louder, your hips begin bucking. Logan groans into you, desperate to feel your release around his fingers. White hot pressure forms around your clit as you teeter on the edge of your orgasm, you look down at Logan and lock eyes with him just as you feel yourself dropping off.

The feeling of hot pink fire pricking your eyeballs jerks you awake, mid-orgasm, your eyes glow a pulsating fuchsia. You pant heavily, your orgasm ending unceremoniously against your fingertips. Leaving you disappointed. You huff in annoyance, wishing you could plunge yourself back into the wet dream that ended in a rather mediocre way. No, wait, that was your professor. You shouldn't be feeling, or thinking, this way at all. You feel disappointed in yourself for having such lewd thoughts about another person, especially a person of authority. You catch your breath, turn your head to face the clock on your nightstand and gasp when you see the time.

"Shit, shit, shit," you curse, hastily throwing yourself out of bed. "Please don't be late today."

(A/N): and that's that!! i hope people enjoy! this concept popped into my head earlier today so i've spent my sunday working on this, if people are interested to see where this goes, please leave a kudos or comment!!! TYYY🫶🏻🙈 i also posted this onto my ao3 here if you would like to view it there and keep up with it there as well!

[fanfics-and-love]

We Get Along Like Snow in New York

Sam Carpenter x reader

Not my gif

Warning(s): canon typical violence, mentions of death, mentions of blood, mostly fluff surprisingly

Word count: 4k words

Request: Sam and reader have gotten extremely close since moving to NYC and living in the same apartment, but when news of Ghostface attacks happening in New York. Sam pushes Reader away, thinking if she pushes her away, she'll be safe and alive. But, when reader is at Gale's apartment, (Dewey was her uncle) She's attacked by Ghostface instead of Gale, Sam and Tara show up to see reader bleeding out in Gale's arms. (She doesn't die) ask

A/N: I changed Dewey being Y/N’s uncle to father basically because it adds more drama to the story

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You had been living in New York with your mother ever since your parents’ divorce, having left behind the small town you had grown up in, and were ready to forget all about your father’s untimely death at the hands of a psychopath.

That was how you met Tara Carpenter, or more accurately, how you reunited with her.

Before your parents started arguing over the smallest thing, before your father quit his job, before you left town one day crying, you had been friends with Tara. You liked her because, unlike the rest of your classmates, she didn’t stare at you because you were Dewey and Gale’s daughter. She simply liked spending time with you, and you with her, which blossomed into a fast friendship that was sure enough cut short.

You were the best of friends, always hanging out. Sometimes, when your father came to pick you up from school, he would let you and Tara sit in the back of his police car and turn on the sirens, pretending you were dangerous criminals. You would cling onto Tara, giggling as your father joked around; you cherished those moments more than anything now that Dewey was simply a memory— a tombstone you couldn’t look at without crying.

That was exactly the reason why you reached out to Tara when your mother told you she had moved in with her sister, just like her wanting to leave behind that nightmare. She had happily agreed to meet with you, and you soon found yourself at a bar, drinking and talking, catching up with everything. She had pointedly left behind all that happened in Woodsboro, and you silently agreed, not wanting to remember your father, dead on the ground thanks to her friend. You had spent hours like that, phones on the table face-down so no one could interrupt you, and that was how you met Sam.

Sam was a blurry image to you. You could remember Tara mentioning her probably a little too much when you were young, always talking about how great her sister was at a certain sport, or how she had helped her defeat that big mean guy on a videogame because she couldn’t do it. You had never met her, however, because you barely went over to Tara’s, your mother prefering to keep a watchful eye on you just in case. You didn’t get much of a chance, however, because she left one day and suddenly all the loud praise was occupied by awkward silence.

Needless to say, you weren’t sure what to think of Sam, but she made up your mind for you pretty easily. She walked into the bar like she owned it, a tall figure clad in just a jacket that almost ran towards your table when her brown eyes landed on Tara.

“Sam?” Tara asked, leaving her glass of coke on the table to get up. “Did something happen?”

“Who are you?” Sam asked, not even looking at Tara to give her answer. You felt small under her intense stare.

“She’s Y/N,” Tara said, harsher than you expected. “An old friend.” Sam gave you another look, as if her eyes were enough to determine if you were a danger to her sister. You stayed still, as if you were being approached by a lion.

“We’re leaving,” Sam said. Tara gave you an apologetic look, and you simply nodded, watching as she got up and followed her sister. Outside, you saw them arguing, their screams almost sneaking in through the thick walls of the bars. You asked for the tab, thankful that your mother was rich.

What a bitch, you thought, shaking your head as you left the place, walking back towards your mother’s apartment.

A few hours later, Tara texted you to apologize, and once you replied she sent you her address, asking you to come over.

Having nothing better to do, you accepted.

━━━ • 𖥸 • ━━━

“I’m so sorry,” Tara said, as soon as she closed the door. You took off your jacket, looking around before you sat down on the sofa Tara had pointed at.

“It’s okay,” you said, accepting the glass of water she handed you.

“God, I can’t stand her,” she said, throwing herself onto the sofa beside you. “She’s been like that ever since—” she gave you a small look before shaking her head. “You know. She’s so overbearing.”

“I get it,” you said, resting the glass on the coffee table. “I mean, you should’ve seen my mom when I was young. She barely let me go out when we moved here.”

Something like recognition crossed her eyes. “Right,” she said, sitting up. “Your mom’s Gale.”

“Yep,” you nodded, intertwining your hands together. “You guys killed the new ghostface together.” Something dark crossed over Tara’s face at the name, and you knew you had said the wrong thing.

“Yeah,” Tara said, voice sounding distant even though she was beside you. “Yeah, we did.”

“You know what?” You said, trying to cheer her up. “Forget about that. Tell me what’s your favorite artist.” Tara smiled, nodding as she turned to look at you. She opened her mouth at the same time the front door was opened.

“Oh.”

You turned to look at the woman, awkwardly standing by the door. For the looks of it, she was about to bolt from the apartment.

“You,” Tara said accusingly, rising from the sofa. She poked her sister in the chest with her index finger, and it was your time to wish you could leave this place. You couldn’t deal with family drama; you had had enough of it in your childhood.

“Me,” Sam said, allowing Tara to push her further into the apartment and close the door, leaving her no chance but to take the reprimand.

“Yes, you,” Tara said. You opened your eyes in surprise when she pointed at you. “You are going to apologize immediately to my friend for embarrassing her.”

“You’re the one embarrassing her now—”

“Samantha,” Tara said. It was funny to see the tall woman being bossed around by her sister, who was almost a head shorter. “You apologize right now.”

Sam looked into her sister’s eyes, and nodded. She turned to look at you, and you swallowed. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you said, offhandedly. “Don’t worry. I get it. My mom is even worse with people she doesn’t know.”

Sam nodded, and made a noise of complaint when Tara slapped her arm. “Her mom’s Gale.”

She opened her eyes, understanding crossing her face. “Shit,” she said, looking defeated. “I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay,” you repeated. “Really. My mom doesn’t mention me too much to strangers just in case. You couldn’t have known.”

“I’m going to my room,” Tara said. You gave her an indignant look. “Sam, apologize.”

“I already apologized!” Sam called. Tara didn’t look her way, instead turning and leaving, presumably towards her bedroom.

“Well, do it again!” She screamed as she slammed the door shut.

“As cheerful as I remember her,” you said, not sure how to fill the awkward silence.

“What?” Sam asked.

“Tara,” you clarified. “She used to be like that when she was young too. Good to know some things never change.”

“You— oh,” Sam said. You smiled at the look of recognition.

“Y/N Riley-Weathers,” you said, getting up. “I know, it’s a mouthful. My mom insisted I should have both last names.”

Sam smiled, nodding. “Right,” she said. “You mom is— interesting.”

“She’s a bit of a bitch,” you said. “Don’t get me wrong, I love her, but when it comes to her job… I’m surprised she hasn’t interviewed you for her new book yet.”

“She’s writing another book?” Sam asked, sitting down on one of the chairs of the dining table.

“She’s always writing another book,” you said, reaching towards your jacket, which Tara had left on the table. “Well, apology accepted. I’ll leave now.”

“Wait,” Sam called, getting up. “I really don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me.”

“Well, you sure have made quite the impression,” you said.

“I know,” Sam said. “It’s just… Tara wasn’t answering the phone, for hours, and I saw an ambulance on my way out from work and I just… I thought she was gone.”

You smiled softly, understanding washing over you. The image of Dewey crossed your mind, always watching over you, keeping you safe no matter what. You had hated it back then, but now he wasn’t here anymore, you missed him and his protective nature more than anything. “I get it,” you said. “Really. But you should approach it differently. Tara is kinda headstrong on being her own person.”

“I know,” Sam said, sighing. “I just can’t help it.”

“It’s something you have to work on,” you said. “You ought to be a little bit messed up after what happened.”

“You saw the news, then?”

“Please. I live with the news,” you chuckled. “And if I’m not home in half an hour she’s going to call the police and have them patrol every corner of New York until they find me.”

“You should leave, then,” Sam said as she got up, running a hand through her face. She looked stressed, and tired. You felt sorry she had to go through all that just because of who her father was. “I— I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“I get it,” you said, putting on your jacket. “You’ve been through a lot. You just want to protect your sister.”

Sam looked at you, thankful that even though Tara seemed so focused on not understanding her, at least someone else did. “It’s still not an excuse.”

“No, it’s not,” you agreed, walking to stand in front of her. “How about this?” You moved closer to her, grabbing her jacket to stop her from pulling away. Her eyes were open in surprise at your boldness. “You take me out one day to compensate for your vile actions.”

Sam’s lips revealed a playful smirk as her hands grabbed your waist. The touch was soft, almost unsure since she didn’t know how much you would allow her. “I guess it’s my penitence.”

You hummed, eyes momentarily on her lips before looking up again at her eyes. “Pick me up tomorrow, six o’clock.”

Sam nodded, her hands dropping as soon as you moved away. “Wait!” She called when you began to open the front door. You turned around, giving her a questioning look. “I don’t have your number.”

You smiled, walking towards her. Sam pulled her phone out of her pocket, but you simply kissed her cheek and pulled away. “Ask your sister.”

You left her there, eyes on you as you disappeared through the door. 

━━━ • 𖥸 • ━━━

Shortly after that, you two began dating. Tara was a little taken aback at first, the thought of her childhood friend and her sister together disgusting her to the point she made a face whenever she saw the two of you kissing. Thankfully, she got over it quickly, her discomfort shortly turning into excitement. Her sister was happy with someone she approved of, and given that you two were dating, all of Sam’s overprotective tendencies had changed direction and were now aimed at you.

It was perfect, until it wasn’t.

You were staying over, having decided to sleep in Sam’s bedroom after she asked you to; something about it being too late and some news she had read about cabs in New York not being trustworthy (you had rolled your eyes at that because, really, what was trustworthy in New York?) You had barely needed convincing, the thought of her warm bed and her arms, firmly and protectively wrapped around you enough to convince you.

You woke up alone in bed, and went over to check your phone. 06:32. Sam would probably be getting ready for work, judging by the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, so you decided to get up and make breakfast for her and Tara, who would be leaving for college.

You had taken a year off after your father’s funeral, knowing that studying wasn’t exactly what you needed, especially because you were aware you wouldn’t be able to focus on anything. You needed to heal, and thankfully your mother was okay with your decision.

You made toast with eggs and bacon for Sam, and got out a bowl and cereal for when Tara woke up, since she had declared one day she was vegan and didn’t want to “eat murder anymore”, whatever that meant. You got it all ready and smiled when you heard Sam open the bathroom door, going to the kitchen when she smelled the food.

“God, you’re amazing,” Sam said, hugging you from behind. You turned off the stove, moving the food onto a plate. She smelled amazing, the shampoo she used fresh and still clinging to her skin. Though she had dried her hair, it was still a little wet where it connected with your neck, making you giggle.

“I know, right?” You said, leaning into her. You loved how warm she always was, in comparison to your cold skin. “I’m the best girlfriend ever.”

“Indeed,” Sam said against your head, biting your earlobe before kissing your neck. “The bestest of them all.” You giggled again, her breath tickling your skin pleasantly.

“God, it’s not even seven in the morning.”

Sam and you turned around to see Tara, standing in the kitchen with an angry look on her face. She was not a morning person.

“My apologies, Tara dear,” you said, pushing Sam into a chair and putting the plate in front of her. You handed her the cutlery with a kiss on the forehead, smirking when Tara groaned. “You want something with your cereal?”

“I want you to stop making out with my sister everywhere.”

���Hard pass,” you said, moving Sam’s hair to help it get dry faster. “Your sister is obsessed with me.”

“Ugh,” Tara said, pouring in the cereal before drowning it with soy milk. “I should’ve never introduced you two.”

“Our souls would’ve found a way back to each other without your intervention,” you said, resting your chin on top of Sam’s head. The girl smiled, abandoning her knife in favor of holding your hand.

“Gross.”

“You are gross,” Sam said.

“Look who’s talking,” Tara said, giving her sister a mocking look of disgust. “I know what you two get up to in that room of yours.”

“Jesus, Tara,” you said, pulling away to walk towards the living room. “Eat your breakfast and stop talking, will you?”

“Ah, so you don’t deny it.”

“Idiot,” you whispered. You sat down on the sofa, searching for the remote controller. Once you did, you turned the TV on, and sighed when you saw your mother on the screen. “She really doesn’t know what it means to take a break.”

You turned on the volume when you saw she was standing in front of an alley, police tape behind her. Your heart sunk into your stomach when you saw the headline.

“Ghostface is back.”

“Sam,” you called, urgently. You went to check your phone as Sam got up, probably alarmed by the tone of your voice. You finally saw all the notifications from your mother, calling you and asking where you were.

“Honey?” She asked, looking at you with concern. She lowered herself in front of you, eyes examining you to know what was wrong. You pointed at the TV, and once she read the headline she tensed, the hand on your thigh gripping you hard. “No,” she said, breathlessly.

“What is it?” Tara asked, picking up on the mood shift. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the TV, still going over the news.

“I—” Sam said. She looked out of it, face stoic as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. “I have to go to work.”

“College,” said Tara in the same tone. You watched with concern as the two moved around the house, almost on autopilot, gathering their things and getting ready to leave.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” You said to Sam when you saw her in her work clothes. She nodded, eyes not fully looking at you as she opened the front door Tara had just left through. She shook her head as if to get rid of a haze, and gave you a long kiss.

“I love you,” she said against your lips.

━━━ • 𖥸 • ━━━

But you didn’t see her later, or the next day. When you went over to the apartment, Quinn told you they had gone over to meet with Chad and Mindy, so you went back over to your mother’s house.

She was pushing you away. You knew it, and you hated it. You hated how she was letting this new ghostface get in between you, but you mostly hated how she felt like being with you would put you in danger.

You almost laughed out loud at the thought, there in the middle of the street. As if. Your mother was Gale Weathers, your father Dewey Riley— this shit had been following you way before you met her. But of course, it was Sam. Sweet, caring Sam, who constantly put others first, who always did anything to protect those she loved, even if it meant putting her own life on the line.

Once you were inside the apartment, you sat down in your bed, looking at all the unanswered messages you had sent her the past few days.

Samantha, you wrote, and then deleted. It felt too formal. You typed in a final message before locking your phone, throwing yourself onto the bed.

You weren’t sure when you had fallen asleep, but you were awakened by the sound of the phone line ringing. You groaned, rubbing your eyes as you got up, cursing your mother for still owning one of those. It wasn’t the 90s anymore.

“Hello?”

“Hello, Y/N,” the sound of that voice made your skin run cold. “Wanna play a game?”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m inside your house,” they said in a singsong voice. “Wanna play hot and cold?”

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When Sam saw she had gotten a call from Gale, she knew something was wrong.

She had known early that morning when she woke up, something in the pit of her stomach telling her to go to you, to hold you and never let you go. But she couldn’t, not until she figured out who was behind those new attacks. She wouldn’t risk you— she wouldn’t lead that killer right to your doorstep and have you killed because of her. No, she would rather die than put you in that type of danger.

“It’s Y/N,” Gale said urgently, when she answered the phone. “I— I called an ambulance. They’re on their way, but— god.”

Sam had started running towards your apartment the moment your name fell out of your mother’s lips. She pushed people out of the way, barely noticing she was gasping for air, or that Gale was still talking.

“—so much blood,” she said. Sam ran into the gateway, pressing onto the elevator bottom a few times before cursing, deciding to take the stairs instead.

“Is she breathing?” Sam asked. One more floor, one more and she’d be there with you.

“I—” Gale was gasping for air. “I don’t know.”

Sam pushed the door open, thankful it had been left ajar. She didn’t see the blood on the floor, or your mother crying beside you— all she could see was your body, bloody and deadly still.

“Y/N,” she called in a whisper. Gale jumped at the sound of Sam’s phone falling to the ground, knife in hand ready to kill anyone who had dared hurt her daughter. She lowered it at the same time Sam lowered herself on the floor, hands shaking as she grabbed you and held you in her arms. Her fingers clumsily set on your neck, trying to find a pulse like a thirsty man searches for water in the desert. She gasped in relief when she felt it. Slow, a little too slow, but it didn’t matter; your heart was still beating.

“I can’t lose her,” Gale sobbed. “I already lost Dewey, I can’t… not her,” she looked at Sam with pleading eyes; she had never seen your mother so paralyzed with fear. It was an eerie sight.

“You won’t,” Sam said, voice firm. She took off her outer shirt, using it to press onto your biggest wound, which was located on the stomach. “She’s not dying. She’s not.”

Determination washed over, taking with it the leftovers of panic and distress. There would be time for lament and regret later, once you were safely in a hospital bed.

“God,” Gale said when Sam began to raise you. Blood splashed over the carpet, and she almost threw up at the sight.

“You called an ambulance?” Sam asked. She was holding you in her lap, your head falling limply into her shoulder.

“Yes.”

“I’m taking her downstairs,” Sam said. The pressure she was applying on the wound was helping, because it had stopped most of the bleeding. “I’m not fucking waiting until they get their fucking asses up the stairs.”

And so she got up, holding you in her arms. She carefully cradled your head in her neck, making sure it stayed secure so you wouldn’t accidentally hit something and got a concussion. It was the last thing you needed at that moment. She made sure your hands were on your stomach, pressing lightly onto the wound —it was better than nothing.

“You’re not dying on me,” Sam whispered. She was climbing down the stairs, Gale right behind her. “You’re not, okay, baby?” She felt herself getting choked up at the thought. “You’re gonna be okay.”

Shortly after, the ambulance showed up, and Sam ran towards them. She set you down onto the stretcher gently, and pressed onto the wound until one of the paramedics reached over, grabbing her hand and telling her she needed to leave.

She stood where she had been forced to stay, ignoring all the looks she received. It wasn’t until Gale grabbed her by the arm and moved her out of the way that she noticed she had been standing in the middle of the road.

“She’s being taken to the hospital,” she spoke softly. Sam looked at her arms, covered in blood— covered in your blood, and she almost broke down. Instead, she swallowed, putting her hands on her pockets. “I’ll take you there. I picked up your phone,” she pushed it into Sam’s chest, and she grabbed it. Great, the screen was completely broken. “Call your sister and tell her what’s happened. Tell her you’ll meet at the hospital.”

“Okay,” Sam said. Her dull tone almost scared her. She felt drained. “Okay,” she repeated, watching as Gale went to her car and got inside. It took her a few seconds to open the passenger door, and a few too many trying to unlock her phone to call her sister.

All she could think about was you, and getting revenge on what they had done to you.

[apomaro-mellow]

Family Planning 1/?

Steddie; omegaverse; omega!steve x alpha!eddie

It's time for the ole flour baby project and who should Eddie get paired up with but none other than high school royalty Steve? They both need this grade to graduate but can they get through it without tearing the bag to shreds?

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Steve woke up to his alarm, rushing out of bed. His morning routine, however, was not rushed. The radio sounded as he stood in front of his bathroom mirror. Guitar riffs filled his head as he washed, brushed, and dried. He put on a red sweater, fall was finally kicking in and he felt it. With a quick goodbye to his parents, he got in his car and drove off to pick up his friends, Tommy and Carol.

Carol walked out of her front door. Tommy scaled down from Carol’s window. Steve only shook his head as they both got inside.

“How do your parents not know?”, Steve asked Carol.

“She knows how to keep things quiet”, Tommy winked at her from the front seat.

“Yeah, I just gag him every night. He loves it”, Carol pinched his cheek and withdrew her hand before he could swat it away.

They pulled up to the school as other students were arriving. There was still five minutes until homeroom which meant they had about twenty minutes before they had to get to class. So they took their positions, leaning against the car, talking about whatever drifted to their minds. 

“Davidson is already staring me down like he knows I’m gonna fail”, Tommy said.

“Maybe he wouldn’t glare so much if you didn’t put a thumbtack in his chair”, Carol pointed out.

“He shouldn’t be such a buzzkill, right Steve?”

“His punishment fits the crime”, Steve agreed. “Davidson can’t touch you anyways.”

Carol smirked. “Yeah, your solid D streak makes you untouchable.”

“Why’s this woman always gotta give me grief Steve? Why can’t we just ditch her?”

Steve rolled his eyes but was smiling. “You forget, Carol came first. If anyone’s getting ditched, it’s you.”

Before Tommy could retort, a van roared into the parking lot, chaotic music playing too loud to discern most of the melody. It stopped abruptly and the driver excited just as quickly, slamming the door.

“Desperate for attention, much?”, Carol remarked.

Eddie Munson. A guy with all the bad markings of an alpha: loud, brash, hard headed, and just a general nuisance. Not wanting to cross paths with him, Steve led the way inside. He went out of his way to avoid Eddie’s van but unfortunately, the rest of his weird club was at the door and suddenly, Eddie was there, shouting at the rest of the members, causing Steve to wince. And that little movement was all it took to get his attention.

“My apologies, your highness, for inconveniencing your ear drums”, he gave a deep bow. 

Steve rolled his eyes and went past. Steve had been one of the first of their senior class to present, doing so literally the first semester of freshman year. When he returned to school, smelling of cinnamon and vanilla, he had been dubbed ‘princess’ and the nickname stuck to senior year.

Living in a big house with parents who gave you everything you wanted didn’t help matters. Steve took it in stride. His classmates were willing to do a lot for their princess. Like Tommy shoving Eddie so they could get through the door.

“God, what a sleaze. What’re the chances of him actually graduating this year?”, Tommy wiped his arm like it was actually dirtied.

“As likely as you making it above a C average in Davidson’s”, Steve snarked.

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Eddie held the grin, even through the comment about his graduation status. Last year wasn’t it but second time was the charm, as they said. Still, it didn’t mean he was going to become a model student. Which was why he never went to homeroom. He skipped English on occasion too. But Home Economics, he usually tuned in to. There was a 50/50 chance they’d be cooking something and Eddie would get to poach tastes from his partner’s cooking.

He burst in just as Ms. Engels was in the process of getting the class to settle from their pre-lunch antsy-ness. He took his seat in the back, feet propped up on the back of the chair in front of him.

“Alright, children, listen! Today we are beginning a project that will take not just the rest of this semester, but also into the next”, Ms. Engels began, starting a wave of groans.

Steve was only half paying attention. Whatever project, he was sure he could lean on his partner to get it done. Home Ec was definitely still in the dark ages of family planning, putting most of the home-oriented things on the omega, but it was the 20th century. Omegas could go into the workplace, get high profile jobs, and didn’t need to just sit at home and pop out babies.

Then Ms. Engels put a sack of flour on her desk. With a little pink beanie on top. Steve’s stomach dropped.

“It’s time class, for the ‘family’ part of family planning.”

She went into detail about the assignment. That they would be paired appropriately according to their secondary gender and that they would need to keep a detailed log of when they fed the baby and changed it and who watched over it.

“Take note of how much formula and diapers cost. And the more in-depth you report, the greater chance of a high grade. As a couple, if you would like to give any updates during class, I would encourage it.”

Then she took out a list, announcing the couples and gesturing for one to come up and grab one of the many sacks of flour set in a box and to grab a beanie in either blue or pink. As she went down the list and choices got eliminated, Steve felt a sense of dread. The same feeling was coming over Eddie as he realized the same thing Steve did. 

This was one of the few periods he didn’t share with Tommy or Carol. Dammit, as incessant as Tommy might’ve been, him being a beta meant they could’ve been paired together. But that wasn’t the reality right now.

“Aaron Hall and Cathy Mansley. Steven Harrington and Edward Munson.”

Steve was frozen in place. There was no way. No way in hell that he had to pretend to be a parent with Munson of all people. Eddie was frozen too, but only for a second before he shot up and strutted up to the teacher’s desk. He hefted a bag of flour into his arms and stretched a hat across its head, a pink one.

“She’s got your eyes honey bun~”, Eddie winked at Steve, causing snickers and giggles.

Steve scoffed but ignored him otherwise as Ms. Engels directed them to fill out the first form she gave them about name, sex, date of birth, the weight of the baby, as well as the names of the sire and the dame. Eddie pulled his chair right up to Steve’s desk, determined not to be ignored.

“So what are we gonna name our precious gift from above?”

“You decide. I don’t really care”, Steve said, barely sparing him a glance.

Eddie gasped dramatically and covered the pretend ears of their offspring. “How can you say something so cruel? And after she came from your own loins.”

Steve cringed. “Don’t talk about my loins Munson.”

“Okay, fair. In all serious though, I need to get a good grade on this project”, Eddie said.

The bell rang, saving Steve from another second of this. “Sounds like you better buckle up, pops. Can’t be a good example if high school takes you three times.” 

Steve stayed long enough to watch the alpha’s face drop and then walked out of the room to his next class. Steve thought he’d made it clear that Eddie was on his own with this assignment. What was the point in playing pretend? Steve wasn’t having kids for a long time.

So he wasn’t impressed when Eddie stepped right up to his lunch table, that bag of flour under his arm like he was carrying books and not a child.

“I don’t think I was making myself clear back in Engel’s”, Eddie started.

“What’s he talking about?”, Tommy asked.

“Oh holy shit”, Carol’s face broke out in a smile so wide, “You’re doing that project with Eddie Munson?”

“You want the whole cafeteria to hear?”, Steve hissed. It went unbidden as Carol laughed and Tommy snickered. “I figured you could handle it. This isn’t your first time, right?”

Eddie set their unnamed flour pup onto the table. “Last year she did the nutrition diary, so I’m new to fatherhood. And you’re gonna need to shape up, mother dearest.”

“Ugh, don’t call me that”, Steve groaned.

“Father dearest, then?” There was a new wave of male omegas who preferred to be called dad over mom, and Eddie could respect that. 

“Gag me.”

“Tempting, but I think Engels will have a problem if only one parent reports. And I have no problem telling her I did the brunt of the work.”

Steve raised a brow. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a warning, Harrington.”

Tommy stood up then. “Back off trash!” 

He shoved Eddie and multiple things happened at once. Eddie tried to grab for the table or something and instead grabbed the flour. He fell backward into someone, making them dump their lunch on his head, and the bag of flour flew, landing heavily on Principal Woolsley in a spectacular explosion of white.

“MUNSON! MY OFFICE! NOW!”

If Steve thought he was off the hook, he was sorely mistaken. While Eddie was hauled off to the office, he was able to keep his head down for a while. But Eddie must’ve snitched because Ms. Van Dorf in the office called his name on the intercom to come to the principal’s office. 

Eddie was still sitting in one of the chairs, unidentifiable foodstuffs in his hair. Mr. Woolsley had gotten most of the flour off of himself, with only a light dusting on his shoulders. Ms. Engels was also present.

“I’ve been informed of the project your class is undergoing. Bags of flour don’t grow on trees”, Woolsley said, hands folded on his desk. 

“Hey, even I can afford a bag of flour”, Eddie said. “What’s the damage? A dollar?”

“That’s not the point, Mr. Munson. What happened in the lunch room was a flagrant display of irresponsibility”, Ms. Engels said.

“I’m not the one being irresponsible”, Eddie looked to Steve who was still standing by the door.

“You two are going to show Ms. Engels that you deserve another chance at this project”, Woolsley started. “You have until the end of the week to show her your dedication and earn another sack of flour.”

“How are we supposed to do that?”, Steve asked, arms crossed.

“Get creative. Oh and detention for you both today. They need help in the theatre department”, Woolsley said before dismissing them.

Eddie shoved past Steve to get to a bathroom and wash his hair. Steve spent the rest of the day talking off his friend’s ears about the whole ordeal and by the time detention came, he was ready to rip him apart and let them both flunk this class. But unfortunately, Steve needed this grade as much as Eddie. He was only taking senior year one time, thank you very much.

He walked into the storage room as directed by the head of the department and found Eddie already there, sorting fabrics. Steve was determined to ignore him, getting right to work rifling through a box of paints and tossing ones that were either empty or bone dry.

Eddie spoke up after a whopping five minutes of silence. “So, any ideas on how to earn the favor of our warden?”

“We were told to get creative. I figured that was more your speed”, Steve said.

Eddie grinned. “I’ve been known to dabble in the creative arts. But I admit, my mind is drawing a blank. How to appear as a responsible parent? To be quite honest, I don’t have a lot of experience with those.”

“What about your uncle?”, Steve asked.

“...How do you know my uncle?”

Steve looked up from his box. “It’s a small town, Munson.”

“Yeah, well, you got me there.” His Uncle Wayne was a pretty nice role model. Decent, hard working. If Eddie was half the caretaker he was, any future kid or bag of food would be in good hands. “What about you?”

“Me?”, Steve said before shrugging. “My parents are fine. Kinda assholes sometimes, but what parent isn’t?”

“Do they dote on you like the rest of the royal court?”

“The wha-stop, I’m not the princess everyone thinks I am.”

“You’re avoiding the question”, Eddie pointed out.

“I don’t know if doting is the word, but they’re parents. They give me what I want sometimes. And what I need.”

“Well, that’s what we have to prove if we want another chance”, Eddie sighed. “But how the hell are we supposed to be doting parents to a kid we don’t have?”

Steve shrugged when just a half second through the motion, he had an epiphany. “Wait! We don’t have a kid yet!”

“Uh, yeah, that’s what I just said. Keep up Harrington.”

“No, we don’t have a kid yet”, Steve repeated, getting to his feet and moving closer to Eddie like proximity would make him easier to understand. 

“I feel like I’m not high enough for this conversation we’re having.”

“What if-hear me out-what if we put on like we’re expecting parents?”, Steve suggested.

Eddie wasn’t sure where he was leaning on that idea, when he looked past Steve at something that had to have been put there by fate. A fake stomach for when someone had to act as a pregnant person during a school play. 

“Oh this is either gonna be really stupid or really funny.”

Steve followed his sight and blushed a little, then turned back to Eddie. “I don’t see why it can’t be both.”

Part 2

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Maki Zenin!reader x Class 1-A.

-When UA received word that they would be getting a new student, at first there was nothing out of the ordinary, just normal questions on if it was a boy, a girl, what their quirk was, and things like that.

-It was when someone found out that the new student was completely quirkless and going into Class 1-A, the Hero Program, that the school became very loud!

-How was this possible? How could someone with no quirk join the Hero Program?!

-When you walked in, being introduced to your new classmates, holding what looked to be a kendo sword case over your shoulder, you smiled, your eyes behind your glasses were scanning the room, “Nice to meet you all, I’m Y/N!”

-Instantly the room was alight with shouts, the students all asking you questions, wanting to know how you got into the program, and wanting to know if it was true that you really didn’t have a quirk.

-You weren’t bothered by not having a quirk, you grew up that way, your family made sure to never let you forget it, and you grinned, your hand coming to your hip, “I don’t have one, but I can handle things.”

-Bakugo sneered at you, looking down his nose, thinking you were beneath him, “Oh~ and what makes you so sure of that?” you showed no fear, looking down your own nose at him, “I know I can beat you, blondie.”

-Everyone was gawking, completely stunned, seeing you not only talking back to Bakugo, but talking down to him as well.

-Aizawa kept Bakugo from attacking you, but you didn’t seem bothered as he was screaming at you, wanting to put you in your place for being so arrogant, despite him also being arrogant.

-You very quickly proved that you were not to be underestimated that afternoon in training class, showing your wide range of weapons, and showing that you could absolutely handle them all, Bakugo included.

-It was almost intimidating, seeing how someone without a quirk could handle a whole class of students, training to be heroes, with ease, as you showcased your combat skills. Even Aizawa was impressed with your skills!

-After you proved that you did belong, Bakugo did back off, and you could say that the two of you were friends, but you were both constantly throwing snark at each other.

-Deku was elated to meet someone who was quirkless, wanting to know how you got so strong, as he felt a kinship with you, being the same as you, only up until a short while ago.

-You told him, almost like he was interviewing you, about your family, who was a very prestigious family and when you were found to have no quirk, they deemed you worthless, and to prove yourself, you trained endlessly, working with any weapon you could get your hands on, and in the end, your hard work had paid off.

-You were well liked in your class, you came off a bit blunt at times, but your heart was always in the right place, and you were willing to train with others.

-However, they also learned you could be very scary, Denki and Mineta learned this lesson personally, when they tried to flip your skirt up, using an underhanded technique.

-Aizawa just stood there as they ran by, screaming for help as you charged by, a red glint in your eye, fully intent on making them pay for disrespecting you.

-Other students, once they knew you were quirkless, wouldn’t hesitate to make rude comments, not caring if you heard, about how unfair it was that someone like you got into the coveted Hero Program. You weren’t really bothered, basically because you knew you could beat them in a fight, and it wasn’t anything new.

-Your classmates, however, weren’t so kind, as several of them, led by Bakugo, wouldn’t hesitate to put the fear of God into these worthless side characters (Bakugo’s words not yours) and threaten them for making such cruel comments.

-When Momo made sure to check on you, all of them coming over after they chased the bullies off, you couldn’t help but smile, “You guys didn’t have to do that. It’s more fun when I prove that I belong by beating them- like how I did you guys.”

-Bakugo was instantly shouted, being held back by Kirishima, “Oi what was that you-” you chose to ignore him, finding his anger amusing as you turned, flashing a warm smile, “But thanks!”

-Your classmates were surprised, but many couldn’t help but laugh, chasing after you as you laughed, enjoying teasing them.

[cosmical-flowers]

Danganronpa: Violent Voices (Enstars x Danganronpa AU)

Prologue: Feathering Hope in a Burning Field

Part 1: Forgetting Something Important

A dull noise. That’s all that rang in Subaru’s head. It felt like TV static, or the mindless noise of a washing machine. Something forgetful over the loudness of daily life. The schedule of waking up, going to school, getting home, doing chores, having dinner and going to sleep had been monotonous for a while. Doing that for so long can get so lackluster after a while. You can only wish for something shiny and new to appear. And after so long, his wish came true.

An acceptance letter to the Ultimate Course at Yumenosaki academy. A prestigious school, known for guaranteed success. Finally, a change in his life. He would be going to the course as the ultimate … ultimate … What was he going there as?

Subaru then woke up in the gym of an unknown school. The last thing he remembered was entering Yumenosaki so that he could attend the opening ceremony. So where was he now? He looked around, a hit of confusion struck his face when he noticed other students there as well. Who were they? Why are they here? A million questions rushed through his head and he was determined to get answers. He noticed a boy with beaujolais hair, fidgeting with a camera in his hands. He seemed to keep his head low, like he also has questions. Subaru then decided that since he was the first person he spotted that he could talk to him. As he walked up to the boy, he tried to appear more confident and friendly, pretending like he knew why he was here.

“Hello! I just woke up here and I think I'm supposed to be at the entrance ceremony for Yumenosaki Academy. Is this the right building or…?” Subaru decided to ask him. As the boy thought of a response, Subaru wondered if he made the wrong choice.

“No, this is Yumenosaki Academy. I'm also meant to be part of the entrance ceremony as a new student.” The other student added on, tilting his head up more.

Subaru’s eyes lit up as he heard that. At least he wasn’t alone. “Me too! Seems like we’ll be classmates! I'm Subaru Akehoshi! What's your name?”

“Mao Isara, i'm the ultimate photographer. Do you have an ultimate as well?” Mao asked Subaru, wondering what his could be. His cheery and determined demeanor could make him an ultimate with something like public speaking. Maybe Ultimate Motivational Speaker?

“Oh, I don’t remember mine.”

“You don’t remember?”

“Nope! Not at all!”

“How did you forget something as important as that!?”

“It just happened, I can’t remember anything else as well. Just my name and knowing I'm meant to be here.”

“That's … really unfortunate.” Mao felt bad for his classmate. Forgetting everything, that must be a terrible feeling. Like a burning picture, or an empty film. Something was meant to be there, but it’s gone.

“It should be fine! I’ll remember sooner or later! It seems like a lot of other people are here as well. Should we go meet them too?”

As Mao hesitated to respond to him, Subaru looked ahead at the crowd of people. He smiled at him and began to notice everyone. Colorful hair colors, shiny outfits, an exciting environment, this is exactly what he needed. A breath taken away from something old and taking in a new world.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Students met: 2/???

Taglist: (N/A)

A/N: HELLO YAY FIRST PART WRITTEN!! The tag list is open right now, all you have to do is send me an ask to be added whenever the story updates! I do hope y’all enjoy it because this has lingered in my head for a while!

[1nm806]

At any given time you could climb up to the roofs of Manhattan and find assorted newsies up there, I think.

Jack and Crutchie get up there and Jack rambles on about cowboys and seeing the big wide world and Crutchie smiles and listens and knows that his brother is all talk. Jack wouldn't really leave New York, not unless he got to take everyone with him. Jack's waxes poetic about this place he's never been too, and Crutchie joins in the daydreaming, knowing neither of them are taking it seriously. It's like make believe to them.

Davey and Les is always the former chasing down the latter, who is "too young to be somewhere this high up", but they end up chatting up there anyway sometimes. About Les' fears of going back to school without his new friends, about whether the newsies will still welcome them if they don't work with them, about whether they'll even remember them. Davey, of course, says that they're silly things to worry about. The Jacobs family made an impression on the newsies, and it'd be ridiculous to think they'd forget the pair of them. He doesn't say that he has the same fears.

Jack and Davey is mostly silent, with the occasional worry spoken softly between them, shot down by the other with words of kindness and the underlying tone of "you're being stupid to say that, course that's not true". Once Davey asked Jack if he really would leave to Santa Fe without them, and was content when he received the answer of: "Not without you. Not without any of you."

Race and Jack talk loudly into the night, bickering and playing cards and seeing if they can throw things at targets they set up back when they first became friends. Very few serious conversations have happened with them, but there were a couple of ones about relationships or worries they didn't think they could say to the others. The odd tear-filled conversation about sexuality is overshadowed by the constant talking over each other and teasing. But it doesn't go unappreciated.

The rare times that Spot is up there with anyone, it's normally Racer. Race who talks and talks and occasionally pauses to let the other add commentary. The pair of them make fun of Jack, and talk about issues going on within their boroughs. It's not a special place for them, but the lodging house is loud, and Spot always makes his way up to the roof of it whenever he visits for a while - just to get away from it all. Race follows him up there after a while, then keeps him company with chatter and hand-holding until Davey inevitably joins them and he can go back down to play more card games.

Davey and Spot exclusively end up there when they're both already too exhausted from socialisation to continue it. They sit in almost complete silence, drinking in the sounds and sights of NYC, until one of them eventually regains their voice and asks the other how things are going. They discuss important meeting topics and whether or not this next challenger will dethrone Spot (the younger boy is confident in his abilities, but checks with Davey's logical mind whenever he can). Davey asks him about Jack, and about the history of the bad blood between Manhattan and Brooklyn. And, now he thinks about it, Brooklyn and everyone. Spot nods along and explains in an incredibly biased way the reasons, and in turn asks Davey about his school - about his lessons, classmates, "anything interestin been said there lately?".

Jack and Spot used to go up there. Back when the latter liked the Manhattan leader. He still tries to spend time with Brooklyn's leader, but more often than not it ends in awkward silences, snide comments and the shorter boy announcing his leave about 2 minutes in. Then one day, Jack manages to catch the other boy when he's talking to Davey. He joins them, and Davey - after a few minutes - says something about needing to get Les home and leaves. It's completely silent, the wind's blowing, and goddamn it Jack's sure the other boy will just leave as well. But he doesn't. It's the only time Spot opens his mouth and says what he means to the Manhattan newsie - and he's still not sure why he did. He tells the other that him leaving the strike was a betrayal that cut him so deep he considered cutting all ties with the borough. He says that Jack hadn't left just the strikers, but friends and family, and that he'd left it all on Davey and him to sort out the mess as leaders. It's the only time he ever says to Jack that he thought they were family. And he makes it clear that he's unsure if they can ever be again. They're up on the roof for hours, long enough that the sun sets and rises. It ends with them both going off about their days, and if both leaders were seen and heard in tears that night, well. That's neither here nor there.

[disaster-biraven]

Love Notes - Masquerade AU

Masterlist

For @the-coffee-fandom

Marinette stood at the edge of the dance floor, trying not to pick at her dress. Gotham Academy was having its Annual Masquerade, and she had spent months making her dress and mask. Not to mention she also made Tim’s suit, the reciprocate for her anonymous love letters. This was the first time they were meeting where Tim was aware he was talking to the secret writer. She nervously scanned the room, waiting for him to arrive.

For months, they’d written back and forth leaving the letters in Tim’s locker. Whenever Marinette would leave a letter, she would take any response he had left. He had never asked how she got into his locker. He only knew her as L, short for her secret identity; Ladybug. When the date of the Masquerade had been announced both of them immediately asked the other to the dance, with Marinette offering to make both their outfits.

With the Kwami’s help, she put magic into the mask that would keep Tim from figuring out who she was. Which would frustrate him to no end, she, unlike her classmates had figured out he was an amazing detective. The whole time they had been in correspondence she could see him take note of any information she gave him and go through their classmates, eliminating people. But he was one of the most popular people in the school, and Marinette was well-liked but flew under his radar.

“I’m assuming that since you match my suit, you’re L?” Even though she was positioned to see the whole room, she missed him sneaking up beside her. She whirled around to face him and stared back as he tried to place her. When he didn’t recognize her, his eyes fell to the intricate embroidery of her gown.

“Tim, you look amazing.” He looked up from admiring the detail on her dress and blushed.

“L, you’re breathtaking,” He held out his hand. “May I have this dance?”

~Five Months Earlier~

Last night had been a tough patrol, and being bruised all over Tim had wanted so badly to skip. But he had two tests and a presentation, so he powered through. He was so tired he almost missed the out-of-place letter, placed in the middle of his locker. It was faintly pink paper folded neatly into a square. Grabbing it along with his textbooks, he hurried to first period. Luckily he sat in the back of the class, so he didn’t have to worry about someone looking over his shoulder.

As he read through the letter, he found his eyebrows raising. The thought of someone having a crush on him was a surprise, much less having a secret admirer write to him. It said if he wanted to write back, all he had to do was leave a letter in the same place he found the first one. He couldn’t help but smile. A mystery.

~~

Marinette rushed through the halls, late. She had slept through her alarm after staying up all night working on designs for the launch of her MDC website. She was already a well-known fashion name after all the big names she had designed for in Paris. So the upcoming website was the talk of the industry right now.

Turning the corner, she ran into a surprise wall and fell to the floor. Except it wasn’t a wall. It was Tim, who looked down at her startled.

“I’m so sorry! I was trying not to be late and wasn’t looking where I was going-” She rambled as he helped her up.

“Hey, no worries! It happens sometimes..” He looked at her expectingly.

“Oh! Marinette.” He beamed at her.

“Marinette! Nice to meet you, I’m Tim. Now, I won’t hold you up. The bell is ringing in 2 minutes.”

Forgetting her mortification she rushed passed him, as he laughed kindly. She couldn’t believe that was how they met.

~~

Tim opened his locker to a new note. Good, that meant she got the one asking her to the ball. It was perfect, a masquerade so she’d feel comfortable coming, and he’d get to see what she looked like (other than her face, but a win is a win). He opened her letter right there and almost laughed out loud at her also asking him to the ball. There were also beautiful sketches of different suit designs along with the offer to make their outfits for the night. He couldn’t accept it quickly enough.

He had spent months trying to figure out who L could be. It wasn’t anyone whom he knew well enough to know their handwriting, and he had already crossed out any girl with a name starting with L. If he tried to beat her to the locker to see who was leaving the notes, she always knew and wouldn’t show. It was driving him mad. He had started to develop feelings for her in return, and he didn’t even know who she was.

~~

Dancing with Tim was like a dream, they spun around to the music and talked like they knew each other forever. There was a break in the music, and they headed toward the snack table. As Tim handed her a cup of punch he asked,

“So will I get to find out who you are today?” He seemed nervous like he wasn’t sure he should be asking.

She tapped her finger against the edge of the cup, considering revealing herself earlier than planned. But she was nervous of what they’d become once he knew who she was. Would he reject her? Confess his feelings and make them official?

“Maybe, it does feel a little unfair to you to keep you waiting.” She set down the cup, looking back at him. “But I hope you’ll understand if I wait.”

“Of course, I don’t want you to do anything uncomfortable. I just would love to be able to talk to you every day, whenever we want.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her into a side hug.

~~

The dance was almost over, with an hour to go when Marinette made her decision. She pulled Tim toward the doors that led to the outdoor courtyard and went outside. It was surprisingly empty as she sat down on one of the benches. Tim sat down beside her, not knowing what she had decided to do. Without speaking, she grabbed his hands and brought them to her mask. Tim’s eyes widened as she guided him to remove her mask.

“You’re Marinette! The girl that ran into me!” He cupped her face and brought their foreheads together. “That explains why you were so flustered, we had been talking for over a month at that point.”

“It was so embarrassing that that’s how we met.” Before she could start to ramble, he tilted her face up towards him. He paused, wanting her to make the move if she wanted to. She leaned in.

author's note: I hoped you liked it! This idea popped into my head almost fully formed. Please join the discord down below and tell me what you thought!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54893752

[come-away-with-me87]

Love & Angst Chapter 1

Hi, Tumblr fam! Here's a teaser of the Shouta Aizawa fic I've written so far. If anyone shows interest, I'll be happy to continue with it! And please bare with me, this is my first fic I have written in nearly eighteen years, so I may be a little rusty!

Pairings: Shouta Aizawa x Fem!Reader; Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader (platonic).

Warnings for later on in the story: Angst. Brief, undetailed mention of assault. Implied smut.

******

U.A. high school was holding its first gala dance for their students. Considering all that the students have been through, especially dealing with the League of Villains, it was well-deserved break to let loose and have a little fun.

You were the aunt of Shoto Todoroki on his dad's side. Yes, you were Endeavor's sister who happened to be born quirkless. Endeavor, or as you know him, Enji, never let you forget it, either, while growing up, constantly teasing you. But you knew deep down, when it came to it, he'd protect you in an instant if you were being hurt. Even though he could be a brute, you're his little sister, quirkless or not.

The night arrives of the gala, and at the very last minute, Shoto asks you if you could take him to where the dance is being held, as he has no other way of getting there that evening. Enji was busy as always, and it was too far to walk there. You were more than happy to oblige for your favorite nephew.

As soon as you park your car, you decide, against his reservations, to escort Shoto into the building. You know there are teachers outside & inside that are there to protect the students, but you were still weary due to everything he and his classmates have been through. Still, you did feel silly escorting him, because chances are, if something were to happen, he would the one to use his quirk to save you.

You both arrive inside the building, where there was already a pretty big crowd forming. Shoto thanks you for bringing him, and just as he's walking away, you grasp his hand. "Shoto, listen....you're always so serious. Which is understandable, considering how much you've been through. But please, try to have some fun tonight. And smile. You deserve it." Shoto smiles shyly back at you, squeezing your hand lightly and walks away.

Shoto blends into the crowd, so you take this opportunity to scan the scene around you. Many of the students were just standing there talking to each other, still in that awkward beginning phase of a school dance, not entirely sure how to act. You smile to yourself, and walk out to leave, when you spotted him. It completely slipped your mind that the former Symbol of Peace was a teacher at the school, and he happened to be one of the chaperones at the dance. You walk over to him, and over the loud music, shout to him, "Toshinori!"

When he sees who could be calling his name, his face broke out into the biggest smile. "Y/N!" he called, and like a scene from a movie, you ran to each other and gave each other the biggest hug, his hand gently placed on the back of your head, yours around his upper torso. He always gave the best hugs.

Toshinori had saved your life once upon a time, not even from villains, but from a group of thugs who were very close to assaulting you. Toshinori happened to be in the area at the time, hearing your screams, and came to your rescue. You were forever grateful to him, and have been friends ever since. At that time, you also saw him in his true form, before he was inevitably outed, and you've always kept his secret.

As you and Toshinori catch up, something feels...different. You feel someone watching you. Feeling slightly unnerved, you scan the room once more. And that is when you saw...him. He quickly looked away once you met his eyes, but you felt your heart literally skip a beat the moment you laid eyes upon him. In that moment, you had tunnel vision. Everything else around you faded, including whatever Toshinori was talking about, and all you saw was him. Nothing or no one else existed in that moment.

After several seconds, you came back to reality and faced Toshinori, suddenly feeling very bold, face boiling hot. "Say, Toshinori, who is that man standing over there next to the blonde man with the mohawk?" You ask, interrupting what he was talking about. You followed up quickly with an "I'm so sorry!" You felt bad for interrupting your friend. Toshinori gently shook his head and just smiled at you, he already had a sense of what was happening, as he always did. "Oh, that's Shouta Aizawa, one of the teachers. And the blonde man next to him is Hizashi Yamada. You may know them from the hero world as Eraserhead and Present Mic. Would you like me to introduce you to them?"

And you two begin your small journey over to them.

*****

[yourlocaltrashcan657]

Hey, do you do yandere aot girls x fem reader oneshots? If so, can you make a yandere Annie x fem reader please? (Modern Au)

Reader is Annie's best friend but has a crush on Bertholdt. Annie does not like that and ends up beating Bertholdt up, resulting in him ending up in hospital. At the end, maybe Annie cuddles amd comforts the reader (while acting all innocent)?

Crush Killer

A/N: OMG YES. Just for you pookie ❤️❤️❤️ Yandere! Annie Leondhart x Female Reader.

Modern AU

“Annie!!” Y/N called out cheerfully as she ran towards the blonde haired girl and hugged her from behind. “I missed you over the weekend!” 

“Okay.” Annie bluntly said as she side hugged the happy girl. “How was your morning?”

”It was so good! I woke up and went to the bathroom to get ready for that day-“ Y/N rambled as they walked to the school. Annie would just stay silent and let Y/N talk since she just loved to hear her voice. Who wouldn’t? It was so angelic and not to mention her lips moving so gracefully. Her luscious hair, so silky and her pretty face just so beautiful like a doll.

”Annie, I heard that Bertolt came back from his vacation! I wonder if he remembered me and brought me something!” Y/N said as her hands made way up to her cheeks. “He’s soo handsome!~”

”Whatever you say, Y/N.” Annie said as they crossed the road. The one person in her way, Bertolt Hoover. Sure he was the basketball legend of the school, had great grades and a good upbringing but he was nothing but a nuisance.

He constantly hung out with Y/N during break, whenever Reiner would be busy with rugby. During class, he would always try to talk or pass notes with Y/N, in which she always responded. Not to mention, when Bertolt would ask the teacher to move closer to Y/N or in fact become her partner in class. He even had the audacity to bring her flowers on Valentines Day!

”Hey Y/N.. maybe it’s best if you forget about Bertolt.” Annie suggested causing Y/N to look at her shocked.

”W-what?! Why would I forget my 4-year-long crush?!” Y/N asked. “Do you think I’m not beautiful enough for him? Now wait, he’s so handsome that he probably won’t even think I’m even pretty!”

”What, no! I’m just saying that your out of his league. He’s not good enough for you.” Annie reassured. Her faith in that silly little crush was diminishing by the second! Annie just had to make sure that it wouldn’t affect her thoughts on her physical appearance.

“Still, after 4 years of talking, group projects and so much more, I’m not going to give up!” Y/N said with hope.

Reaching the school grounds, Y/N greeted her classmates around the seated areas and benches before sitting down herself. Looking at her watch, the two girls realised that they had time before their first class.

“I haven’t seen Bertolt yet.. what if he isn’t in because he’s sick?” Y/N thought out loud. “I don’t want to text him because then he’ll think I’m obsessed with him but if I don’t then he’ll think I don’t care about him!”

”Dont. He’ll probably leave you on read.” Annie said as he bit into a snack.

”You think he will?!” Y/N asked before a towering figure stopped in front of them. “B-Bertolt!”

“H-hey Y/N.! I uhm came back from vacation and uh thought I could say hi.” Bertolt said as he rubbed his nape.

”So say hi and leave. We’re talking-“ Annie began to say.

”Annie! Don’t be so harsh.” Y/N whispered before turning to look at the dark brunette only to blush. “S-sit down beside m-me if you want.” Bertolt proceeded to sit in between the two girls, separating the two girls. Much to Annie’s disappointment, she began to kick rocks and pebbles at his expensive shoes, wondering how they would look, scattered across his bloodied face.

”C-can you and I talk at L-Lunch Time.? I have something important to t-tell you but I can’t at Break b-because I have Basketball Practice.” Bertolt stuttered out as he rubbed his neck and sweated.

”Sure!” Y/N said.

”But Y/N, you and I are going to hang out together during Lunch.” Annie said unhappily.

”Oh right. It'll be quick though so you can wait a bit, right?” Y/N asked as Annie nodded to.

”I wanted to give you t-these.” Bertolt said as he handed over a gift bag. “I g-got it when I was on vacation. I remembered you talking about them and thought you’d want one.”

Opening the bag, Y/N saw accessories and different types of lotions along with tasty chocolates. Quickly hugging Bertolt and saying thank you, Y/N and Annie rushed to their first class. How could Bertolt do that?! Annie had just the right amount of money and was about to order her favourite things. 

Sitting down in class, Annie had day dreamed the whole time as the teacher yapped on and on over something that wasn’t even class related. Bertolt had practice at Break, right? He was most likely going to confess at lunch too or would he try and humiliate her in front of all those guys? Annie just had to make sure that he wouldn’t lay a hand on her precious darling.

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“At Lunch Time? You should have told her to meet at the end of the day.” Reiner said as he walked with Bertolt to the changing rooms. “And why’s you give the present in the morning? You could’ve given it when you confessed.”

”I didn’t know! I got really nervous..” Bertolt replied as he reached his teams changing room.

”You’re always the first person to arrive. See you later then.” Reiner said before walking off.

Walking in Bertolt began to lay his bags down and opened his P.E kit and sorted out his clothes nicely. The door opened and when Bertolt looked up he saw Annie standing at the door, unbothered by his half clothed torso.

”Annie.?! This is the guys changing room, what’re you doing in here?” Bertolt asked, startled.

”I’m not interested in your lanky body so don’t think I’m in here to spy on you change.” Annie said as she walked up to him.

”D-do you mind?! I’m getting c-changed.” Bertolt exclaimed as he covered his chest with his shirt.

”Do you have any idea of how much I have to struggle.? How much I have to deal with Y/N, going on and on about how you’re so handsome and so brilliant?” Annie asked as she gripped something behind her.

”S-she thinks that.?!” Bertolt asked shocked.

”Do you know how pissed I get when she looks at you with such lovey-dovey eyes and not me?!” Annie asked angrily before swinging a baseball bat at him.

“Agh! Annie what the hell are you doing?!” Bertolt asked as he gripped his head and fell to the floor.

”Getting rid of a pest.” Annie muttered before continuously hitting his body with the bat. Despite his constant attempts to escape, Annie dragged Bertolt back into the corner and kept beating his head violently with the bat until his head was nothing but blood. The scene was gory. Quickly wiping the bat clean, Annie left the room to attend to Y/N.

Entering the changing room, the basketball players each walked in on the body, laying in the corner, sprawled on the floor. Quickly calling a teacher, an ambulance was called and they quickly took the unrecognisable body to the hospital. 

“Annie? You seem really quiet.” Y/N said, snapping Annie out of her trance. “Are you alright?”

”Y-yeah yeah.. it seems like there’s a problem.” Annie said as she looked at the ambulance. “Seems like someone got hurt.”

”I feel bad for them.. wait.” Y/N began to say until she squinted her eyes and looked at the body on the gurney. “Oh my god.! That body looks unrecognisable, so bloody and disgusting..”

”Y/N!” Reiner called out as he rushed over to the girls. “Was Bertolt with you?”

”B-Bertolt? No, I thought he had Basketball Practice.” Y/N said.

”Goddammit! That guy on the gurney must be Bertolt!” Reiner said with an extremely hurt expression. 

“W-what?!” Y/N exclaimed as she got up and looked at Reiner, Annie still sitting down and unbothered.

”We can’t go now but at the end of the school day we’ll have to rush to the hospital..” Reiner muttered as he clasped a hand over his mouth.

”Your skipping practice for Bertolt?” Annie asked.

”Wha- of course! That’s literally my best friend in hospital.” Reiner said before leaving. 

“Annie.. Bertolt is hurt! I feel so bad and I was going to confess to him at Lunch!” Y/N began to say as gripped her skirt.

”Y-Y/N. Come on back here.” Annie said as she patted the seat beside her. Y/N sat down beside her and sobbed into her shoulder, remembering the sight of her crush.

”He must’ve been in so much pain whilst we just talked amongst each other!” Y/N sobbed out.

”Yeah.. whoever did that must be a monster..” Annie muttered before running her hands through Y/N’s hair gently.

[redolentgrove]

Fiona @ Bijoux: "hi!!!" The sneasler waves at the Cinccino-taur. "Ive seen you around campus a few times, you're so pretty! Are you a new student here at Harmonia? How is your university experience so far? Any favourite moments?"

"Oh, hello!" Bijoux greeted the Sneasler in kind, a small blush forming on her snout as she realised who was talking to her. "Oh yeah, I saw you when I was here on my orientation tour. Hard to forget a face as pretty as yours." Wait. Was that out loud? Shit. She recoiled a bit, but recollected that the cat had already said that she was pretty before that. It didn't exactly help, since instead of focusing on her own mention of the Sneasler's beauty, now she was focused on this beautiful cat calling her pretty! It was borderline illegal!

"Wait, me!? Pretty???" The Cinccino-taur blinked in disbelief, that pinkish blush turning a bright red, really showcasing all of the freckles in her cheek and ear fur. "Wait a minute, are you sure you're talking about the same girl at this point? Cause, uh… I mean, thank you, but… wait." She stopped for a minute to compose herself. She didn't even know this girl's name. Well, maybe by briefly hearing mention in the halls, but that was about it. "I think I heard one of the other students talking to you in the hall when I was first touring. Fi... uh. Fiona? Yeah, I think so. Fiona, right? Anyway…"

"Yes. I'm an incoming freshman here at the university." Bijoux began to slowly collect herself. "I'm from White Forest in the Unova region, which luckily for my and my Mom's sake isn't that impossibly far of a travel. I was valedictorian at Undella High, and I think it was moreso the like, six or seven extracurricular things that I was stuffing down my schedule that got me into Harmonia than the valedictorian honours, but still."

The Cinccino-taur thought Fiona's last question for a while and shook her head. "I dunno. The whole tour felt like a bit of a blur. I guess I haven't spent a lot of time out here, so I don't know if I can really say I have a 'favourite' moment so far. I think one of them has got to be when I officially moved into my dorm with my roommate, Millie. That's probably when the whole 'you're going to college' thing really sank in and felt real, you know? It's one thing to make it through high school, get the tour, get the acceptance letter, but it just all felt like a long, ambiguous dream."

Bijoux smiled warmly up at the poison-type cat. It was kind of business as usual, being slightly shorter than someone around school; she recalled that for the most part, the students at Undella were more in line with so-called 'human' height, and even Millie was almost a foot taller than her! And that was just five-six! Pokemon sizes were weird, weren't they? The taur had seemed to be certain that the cat had to be at least Millie's height, given Sneasler were known for being lanky, but nope! Here she was, only just a bit taller than the Cinccino-taur, as the top of her head came up to Fiona's nose, essentially.

"Hey, uh, I was wondering if you could do me a small favour," Bijoux began, once she was done marveling at how adorable Fiona was. "I was in a lot of clubs at Undella. Choir, maths club, computer club, yearbook, archery, a lot of community service groupings… oh, heck, let's even add band and orchestra. Even though I was never actually in high school band, I want to start off right and try for harp now that I'm here. Do you have any leads on who some of the heads of those groups might be? I'd like to talk to them and make a decent first impression, try and get the ball rolling early so I have enough time to get as much practice in as possible before I have to audition. And uh... maybe get a few trips to the local mall for new clothing... or get a slice of pizza or two and get to know my new classmate friends a bit better..."

(( @harmonia-university ))

[blueminnies-blog]

Mansae | Choi seungcheol

☆ミ Every day in my dreams,you put your arms in mine.

Summary: Seungcheol having a hard time making his classmate Seoyun falling in love with him. ( ft. Seoyun's friend Nabi, Mingyu, Wonwoo )

Pairing : Seungcheol x oc

Genre : She fell first then lost her feelings, he fell last but harder, high school!au, enemies to lovers.

Warning : cursing, pet names ( darling, sweetheart, .. ), a little angst, mentioning of crowd, rushed at the end a bit ^^.

W/c : 4k

Note : This is for caratland event on seventeen songs, and that's my fic ever! so I'm thrilled ＼(^^)／

" So which one you gonna date ? "Nabi asked while packing her suitcase.

" Neither of them," I answered briefly, zipping the suitcase.

" the fuck seoyun !"

I shrugged with a straight face. " Sorry, my heart didn't beat for neither of them, nabi,"

" Then it must be an idiot like its owner." Her brow raised." Who on the earth won't fall for Jeon wonwoo or Choi seungcheol? " she folded her arms.

" it's me, nabi. besides, i hate seungcheol." I shoved my hands in my pockets.

" Then date wonwoo! He is the cool, quiet kid. He wo– "

" no,no,No dating— stop talking about this stupid subject," I snapped, slamming the doors of the wardrobe," So shut the fuck up and don't forget to pack another panties cause I won't lend you mine when you lose yours like you did last time" sticking my tounge out teasingly before leaving the room .

" DON'T NEED YOURS ARROGENT BITCH !!", she gave me the finger.

I returned back and leaned against the door's jamb. " Nabi, darling , you're the only bitch here and to be more specific mingyu's bitch not me cause i didn't even hold a guy's hand "

I really enjoyed the fact that nabi gets annoyed easily when I tease her about her relationship with mingyu. She didn't hesitate to throw a pillow at my face as a" shut up," so I picked it up and threw it back on her, announcing the start of our pillows fight.

Such a normal day in my life with nabi, my middle school friend, i ran to know her since moving to their neighborhood 8 years ago. same middle and high schools now, that's why we know each other pretty well.

She was the loud one that knew the entire world, not only people at the school and in spite of the big difference in our personalities. I totally adored how she is kind-hearted, pure, and selfless, not like the other at our school.

Nabi was my no.1 supporter and protecter from any bullying, or at least that's what I thought till some day!

Even when nabi started dating mingyu two years ago, everything was quite the same. Nothing changed a lot other than she would send more time kissing/making out with him instead of finishing her projects and tasks.In my opinion mingyu was not that bad he was the ' okay ',I'm not going to talk about the fact that I sometimes wanted to slap him or even threw him from a claft, because he stole some of her attention that used to be ALL MINE :)

It was 7 in the morning when the sunlight sneaked through the blinds. I got up from the bed, stretched my body for a few minutes, then looked at the dead body of nabi still sleeping like she didn't in a million years. I chuckled at the way she was lying on her tummy, and the saliva wetted the pillow under her head , garbed my phone from the drawer beside the bed and snapped some pictures for her to blackmail her later.

" Hey woman, wake up," I poked the exposured part of her tummy.

She whined, pushing my hand away, turning her back away." Stop—"

" Get up, lazy ass we have to be ready by 9," I said , started tickling her.

" Stop! Stop! I'm awake, "she shouted, throwing the pillow at me.

I giggled while pushing her closer to the edge of the bed. She let out a loud groan, " PARK SEOYUN! I WILL KILL YOU "

I ran for my life because she wouldn't hesitate to beat the shit out of me ." I'll prepare the breakfast in the time you take a shower,"

" I hate you.." she whined, burying her head back onto the pillow.

After 15 minutes, nabi finished showering. We sat for breakfast talking about the things we're going to in 3 days of school trip . It's our second time since attending high school, which, by the way our last year, so I wanted to make it special since I'm not sure if I'll be able to see her more often like now because we made our minds to study different majors.

"Seoyun— please," she begged.

" No! You're going there to have fun just.you.and.I not to sneak out in the dark to lay in mingyu's arms"

" PLEEEEEASE " her eyes went round like the little puppy.

" Just one night !! I'm begging you .. I'll stay the other two with you," she promised.

" Fine," I huffed.

" YAH FINALLY!!" shouted enthusiastically, " I LOVE YOU SEOYUN !! "

" I don't," I replied.

" Stop, i know you're lying," she laughed.

" put a fucking sock in your mouth, grap your suitcase and hurry up we will be late " i informed.

" YES,SIR!" she said, thrilling.

We took the bus straight to the school, 10 minutes and we were there. a lot of students summoning up in front of the school's gate,that's started to freak me out a little bit , I'd always hated the idea of socializing with people, but nabi gave me the courage to stop being more introverted than needed and try to open up a little bit since I wanna be a doctor and I'll be dealing with maybe tens of people daily.

We both get off the bus, carrying our suitcases. I was maintaining calm expression on my face, feeling confident in myself till the moment our eyes accidentally met, the moment of eye contact from across the crowd that magically blurs everyone out of the world. it's just us.

God ! Why is he still existing? Why are the dinosaurs extincted, and he's still alive— and why the hell is he checking me out his stupid cow eyes ? I really wanna pock his two with my fingers, so he never sees the light again.

I turned looked away, muttering all the cursing words I learned and know in my entire life. The only thing that I was relieved about is that I won't see his ugly face the entire trip as we are going to stay in separate buildings.

"My dear students, please gather up here. I've something important to say." That was Mr Jung's voice, the headmaster.

" So I've bad and good news. With which one should I start ?"

" The bad one," some student said.

" Unfortunately, our buildings' reservation was canceled due to a short circuit that caused a small fire but fortunately was controlled, and no one was injured .." he explained, and I could hear the sighs of frustration from all the people around me.

" And where is the good news here ?" questioned another student.

" Well, we managed reserving a small hostel so we all don't miss the fun," The whole crowd started bouncing and cheering in excitement, I was happy too, a little anxious at the same time, i didn't wanna have any partners other than nabi, but unfortunately what I fear happened..

" Now let me pair you alphabetically seeing we don't have many space for 24 students "

' No.. no..this can't be real... It's a nightmare, and I'll wake up now.. I'm sure. ' I was losing every single brain cell I own in my mind the minute I heard, Mr. jung saying the word ' alphabetically ', I can’t end up with that seungcheol..

" Park seoyun— did you hear what I've said ?" My thoughts were intruptured by Mr Jung.

" S.. sorry.. I was a little distracted.. "

" No problem, so you'll be with seungcheol for this trip, okay ? " he gave me the widest smile ever literally knew nothing about my suffering after what he's said.

"Well, well, well, the jerk is here—" he was heading to me with a lifted head and all puff like he won in the war.

“Sweetheart, I know I’m your favorite. no need to pretend.” he smirked.

" Favorite! Huh,never Choi seungcheol in Your.Wildest.Dreams. " I pointed my thumb at his face.

" Just watch me make it happen, honey," the pet name made me seethe.

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders. Why am I the unlucky one here ? Like everyone seemed to enjoy the whole pairing thing, even nabi ended up with the stupid mingyu. I don't wanna be dramatic, but 72 hours with seungcheol are unbearable...

" Will you stay there till the rest of your life? Move ! " his hands grabbed my suitcase.

" Don't act like a gentleman! " I protested.

He turned to face me."I AM— since my birth, sweetie."

"Huh,whatever, wanna sit by the window," I raced as he placed both suitcases in the overhead parcel.

"Let me open it for you, darling." His hand crossed me reaching the window handle and opening it.

"I can do it myself and stop calling me pet names !! " demandly voiced.

" I refuse —" he said.

"That mouth of yours does nothing but talk dumb shit?"

He leaned slightly toward whipering, with a small smirk made on his face . "You wanna know what else it does?"

The warmth that radiated off his body sent chills down mine as I locked eyes with him, I gazed into his eyes unintentionally for seconds, they held the hue of tea-stained lace, cozy, soft, and delicate, with wash of gentle brown against the harsh dark shadows of millions of stars. That was the prettiest thing I've seen for a long time.

" My eyes are fabulous, aren't they ?" he interpreted the silence.

" N..no..they are pretty normal." I glanced away quickly to look through the window.

" it's obviously a lie, but okay "

I didn't reply, and the silence filled our space for minutes. As sight of his eyes cast was sat unintentionally in unlimited loops in the cogs of my mind.

This daydreaming didn't last long as my head started spinning, I've had motion-sickness since I was a kid, and out of the pocket, I forgot to pack my medicine.

I facepalmed, tried to regulate my breathing pattern, and drink some soda as my mum taught me, but everything seemed fruitless.

" I can give you a shoulder if you want,"he suggested ,lightly tapping his chest as a ' sleep here '.

" I'm fine..only a few minutes, and everything will be okay," I stuttered, drewing my lower lip between my teeth.

I felt his fingertips gently sneaking into the hairline at the back of my neck, guiding me to rest on his chest. Somehow, I threw in the towel and allowed my body to dive into his arms. As His cologne devoured every single cell in my lungs, that seductive scent with a burst of deep, tart blackberry juice, blending with the freshness of just-gathered bay brambly woods sent me to Utopia.

" Just relax, seoyunna," he whispered softly near my ears.

"I hate you..."

"You hated me. Big difference, sweetheart," he corrected, wrapping me and pulling me, and I spontaneously nodded off.

I finally woke up to a vision of him and our faces inches apart, I freaking out and jerked back " WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE AND WHY ARE YOU SLEEPING ON THE BED BESIDE ME !? "

" Calm down, yunna. we arrived two hours ago, and as a gentleman, I didn't wake you up, so I carried you and your suitcase to our room. " he laughed loudly on my freaked expression,holding his tummy.

" Two Hours!! " I let some mocking chuckles as i pulled my hair back, " Do tell me everybody saw you holding me ? "

" Yes, they did " he simply replied.

" Fuck—"

tipping my chin to make me look into his eyes. " You should at least thank me for not waking you up, yunna,"

" I WON'T THANK SUCH A PERVET JERK WHO USES PEOPLE TO FULFILL HIS DESIRES!! " I clenched my teeth,pushing his hands off my face as I rose from the bed.

He startled, "p.p..pervert ..my desires, what're you talking about ?"

" Yeah pervert!! Do you wanna me say it louder so everyone can hear it, Choi seungcheol??! " I burst out in anger, throwing hands into the air.

"What is.. wrong with you.." he pent up with diluted pupils.

I huffed, raking a hand through my hair, trying to control my anger.

"Come on, bury my heart deeper, seoyun. If that's what you're trying--it's working." with a painful smile as the tears started rolling down his face.

" Is this how you thank the person who protected form day one since high school? Do you think nabi is the one who did !! Nabi can not even protect herself from a mosquito! "he boomed with words that I knew after that those were facts not just randoms said to me to make me like him, " Seoyun, I regret every second I spend under your window watching you day and night just to make sure everything is going alright with you since your mother's death, "

I stayed limp in front of him as my voice was lost in my throat, realizing that I went way too far, destroying his feelings, I didn't know what to do or say at that moment, feeling the regret and ashame torturing me.

" Alright.. seoyun, you'll use the slient treatment, fine.. I'm leaving you alone as you want, " his anger and despair drained out as he exhaled before his body vanished behind the room's door.

Half an hour passed and the voices of my head never shut up about making me feel guilty and how this wasn't the perfect way to push him and my feelings for him, and yeah, I admit I was wrong and I deserve so—and now it's time to gather some courage, give up my stubbornness and make everything right.

I managed to run to him before leaving the hostel's gate, grabbing him by the wrist, and surprisingly, he neither resist nor push my hand of him, maybe shocked, maybe surprised or both, I don't know.

" Don't leave! please.." I commanded, looking him in his bloody colored eyes from crying.

Glistening tears in my eyes bright and crystal as I rapped those words, "Cheol.. I'm sorry for hurting you, I didn't really mean it.. I was just trying to push my feelings for you away, " my grip loosened as I slowly kneeled down.

He bowed after a few seconds to hold my hand in his and started rubbing its back gently as he hushed " Why you did so, seoyun?"

" Our mixed signals back then, don't you remember? I gave upon dating you because you were playing the cold boy game "

" I know, and I've to apologize for being an idiot— but after awhile I was head over heels in love with your dumb fucking ass, seoyun, So please, don’t stop thinking about me. Don’t stop… Don’t stop being in love with me." he vocalized softly as he drew me closer to him till the space between us vanished." Every day, where the school is buzzing with people, I would navigate through to see your face,if you're here or not ? If you're all okay, or is something off today ? I'd care for every single detail about you, Seoyun." His tone slowly turned into whispering those sweet nothings.

those delicate words were enough to form my own little bubble amidst the sea of chatter and laughter. I buried my face in the nape of his neck and mumbled between my smile," I won't seungcheol, I won't— enough being tongue tied, I like you,No,no, I love you— actually I have loved you since the day when only both of us were at the basketball court and you were showing off how you're such a prefect player and how you were over the moon once yourm scored a point !! "

" Is that a confession ? " he smirked.

" Yeah, whatever." I jerked back to sigh and roll my eyes, trying my best not to laugh and keep it as cool as I could.

" Wow! Look at your blush invading your face, " he addressed teasingly while pinching my cheeks.

" What The Fuck Choi Seungcheol ! "

" If you called me with my full governmental name again, I'll shut you up with my mouth in yours"

For the first time in a long time, my mind went blank. All I could do was stare as I felt those warm breaths of his ghosting my cold lips.

" Wow..that was wild.. but yeah, please do— " feeling giddy in love, hot in our fingers, warm near our bodies, gazing at each other lips ,shy under the sheets, he grinned while brushing his thumb gently against my cheek. " I've been waiting for your permission for years,baby, now it's time to taste each other's heaven "

he immediately slotted his cherry flavored lips to mine, kissing me passionately but slowly. My eyes fluttered close with how gentle he was. Every argument we had ever had, every misunderstanding happened, every hurtful word we said in the past. They had all lived behind this moment and were finally coming to the surface. His mouth was searing as he tilted my jaw to get a better vantage. I rest one of my hands at the side of his face and the other at the back of his head. That was my first kiss, and I'm sure I'll never be kissed like this again from someone else in my entire life. Because there was no anyone else. There would only be him.

He slipped his tongue into my mouth and let out a low hum of satisfaction when I ran my fingers through his black hair. His words broke along my lips, 'How could we have waited this long?'

We parted, gasping for air as we let out a few giggles. Seungcheol pulled me closer by the waist on his lap, gazing into my eyes. " Baby, I love you .. I love you so much, seoyunna. " his voice was so soft that I could barely hear it over my speeding heart.

I grinned, glistening at him as I brushed my thumb along his face. " I love you too, Cheollie .. And I promise won't quit till the day I die. "

'And that's how I fall in love with seungcheol, My seungcheol, In a random November night, with the first fall of snow celebrating our love with a Mansae!'

Tagging: @caratsland

Please reblog if you enjoyed ^.^

[runin-reads]

James and Sirius as dads pt 2

Like I mentioned in part one, Sirius is initially hesitant to have kids because he isn’t confident he’d make a good dad, but once Harry is around 4-5 years old Sirius is ready for more. After that he and James keep popping out kids like they’re trying to competing with the Weasleys for the WW’s largest family

James on the other hand would want a big family from the start since he grew up as an only child and although he wanted siblings to play with, he didn’t have any because of his parents old age.

Sirius is in charge of the kids wardrobe. He can’t deny that despite how shitty his family is, they undeniably have style. Based on his wardrobe in the ootp film, he dresses the kids in only the finest fabrics. He has a preference for darker colours and jewel tones, but when it comes to his babies he loves dressing them in bright colours to contrast the clothes the Black family had made him wear

Prongsfoot take great joy in shopping for baby clothes every time a new kid is born. Imagine this: James flitting around a shop saying “look at how small these robes are! Look at this tiny toy wand!” whilst holding Sirius’ arm, who stares at him fondly and allows himself to be dragged along.

Every time before their kids board the Hogwarts express, they go through the routine send off. James hugs them and, whilst grasping their cheeks, showers their faces with loud wet kisses. Sirius hugs them whilst stroking their hair and the back of their necks. They arrive early so they have enough time to pay equal attention to each kid.

Prongsfoot are the type to always send letters and gifts while their kids are at Hogwarts. If they forget anything at home, James will send it. If they need anything like robes or books, Sirius will put it on his tab. Sometimes he’ll send stuff unprompted which freaks the kids out because he knows exactly what they want/need like he can read their minds

Their kids would be comfortable telling them almost everything. There’s a strong sense of trust in their family. Doesn’t matter if their kid is in trouble, their dads have their back. Pissed a professor off? Prongsfoot will be there to do damage control. Failed an exam? They’ll help their kid study or get them a personal tutor

Prongsfoot are notorious amongst the Hogwarts staff so their kids will often hear stuff like “you’re just like your fathers” and “tell your dads I said hi”

I think a lot of the kids classmates would be jealous of them lol. Not only are their dads wealthy, they’re also cool (and handsome) as well.

I love to think that prongsfoot are always in and out of Hogwarts “on business” or “to see an old friend” but mainly it’s to surprise their babies

The dad lore goes CRAZY. When the Potter kids are older they stop believing them as much so prongsfoot say “ask your uncles they’ll tell you” but even Remus and Peter don’t do a good job at convincing them

Dad lore is the reason why the kids don’t like listening to their lectures: “seriously dad/appa, after all the things you did at school…”

Parent teacher meetings are the funniest thing ever— they’re asses are NOT talking it seriously. They’d come up with a million excuses as to why their kid is in the right. Fought another student? Self defence is a perfectly valid form of violence. Snuck around after their curfew? Merlin forbid having fun. Talked back to a professor? They deserved it anyway. Of course there are exceptions to this wrt to very extreme situations, but other than that they’ll publicly stick up for their kids no matter what

It’s hard looking after multiple kids so James’ parents move into one of their spare bedrooms to help out. They move out again once the kids are teens or older. It’s not a big deal when it does happen because they see each other often anyway

Speaking of grandparents, lunch with the Euphemia and Fleamont is a weekly occurrence (yes I only remembered their names just now lol). They almost always stay for dinner as well

James is the best at consoling the kids when they’re upset and he’s the one they usually turn to when they need a good vent/cry.

It takes a while for Sirius to grow out of the emotional repression his family taught him. I think he’d have a hard time knowing what to do when his kids cry or throw a tantrum etc so he learns from watching what James does. Sirius is hard on himself until James reassures him that it’s not his fault and that he’s making good process

James would take the parenting reigns at first, with Sirius following his lead

I think they’d mainly have sons but their daughter(s) would be just as cherished

Prongsfoot don’t have favourites per say, but they rely the most on Harry who’s their eldest so he’d have the most freedom much to his siblings’ dismay

Prongsfoot would draw a hard line at bullying. If they found out their kid was a bully that would one of the only occasions prongsfoot wouldn’t be on their side. I think seeing their chill dads become stern and disappointed would make them quickly fix their act

[matenrou-fan]

Can you write a fic about Samatoki having a little sister (around age 18-16) getting bullied both mentally and physically in school. like, they bully her bc her brother is a gangster, bc she's an orphan, etc.

Then, Samatoki found out about this when he came to her school to pick her up and he saw her getting bullied. Thanks for your hard work!!

Samatoki found out his little sister is getting bullied

hii!! hii, sweetheart!! I do hope this is just one of your angsty fantasies and such problems not in touch with your real life! Please always remember that you should tell people around you about such things without any shame, it's not your fault!

Also.. S/o is a significant other so I thought that y/n would suit this fic better!!

femreader, family relationship, angst, hurt/comfort, abuse and bullying obvs;; 1330 words

"Y/n? Did you pack all your things?"

Instead of any response you just nod, still a little bit busy with your own thoughts. Even the casual soft smile of your brother, Samatoki, that he showed only for you, didn't cheer you up today.

"Okay.. I'm kinda in a hurry right now, so I can't take you to school, but I will pick you up on my way back, okay?"

Only when his soft big hand lowered to pat your head, you looked at him.

Samatoki always was so caring, and now, when Nemu was lured to join the Party of Words, he became even more overprotective towards you. Checking everything, from your friends to your mental state, always talking with you on bad days.. But you were able to keep one thing from him, just one thing that you were too ashamed to talk about..

"Oh, look, look! She's here again!"

"And why are you still allowed to visit this school?! We don't want to study in one place with some lowlife!"

"Ahh, quiet, quiet, or her brother would kill us, lol! We heard he's a really aggressive bandit, did he teach you how to make drugs?"

"... my brother is against such a thing.." - you mumble, trying to walk away from an empty corridor to a more crowded place.

Just when it's all started? Maybe in your childhood everything was good, as there was a whole family and you were just a young cheerful girl, blind to the cruel world around. But now, when there's only your brother around you, everything gets so strange, so dark, so hard.. Just why is it so hard to be around people? You didn't change at all, still trying to be friendly and helpful to people around you, then why did they change their attitude so much?

When it just started you were sure it's something like a temporary phenomenon, so you didn't talk about this with Samatoki. Zero reaction and it starts to be boring for your bullies and they move to another target, right? You really were waiting patiently for this moment to come, but you're in high school now and it's still here, just like a daily, casual thing in your life. It's ingrained in the subcortex of your consciousness so much that you get so used to the thought about being different in this circle, that there's no point in complaining to your brother.

And even on bad days when you feel more down than usual, his words about you being the most precious, unique girl in the world didn't light up your heart to the point to kindle a fire of resistance. There's no burning fight in you, more like ashes of humility. Like, yeah, you hear his words of appreciation everyday, but even more often you heard humiliation from your classmates..

"Are you walking home now? Or on Yakuza's meeting? Don't forget to mention our names then..!"

"This is so stupid.. Please, leave me alone.." - stepping away, you lonely look around the court in front of school, waiting to finally see a familiar car.

"Huh? You're so quiet! There's no way you and this fucker are actually siblings, never thought that you're maybe adopted?" - one of your bullies grabs your forearm, pushing you on the ground with a loud giggle. Small gasp as you meet the hard surface of asphalt accompanied by another surge of laughter.

Others just quickly make a circle around you so any students wouldn't help or even see this, keep repeating his words about you being an adopted orphan. Curled up into a ball, all you can do it's just wish they wouldn't start kicking you like they did last time. Ringing in your ear increased and you almost didn't hear their mockery, crying, when suddenly a low but loud groan shouted above their sneering and scornful voices:

"Move outta the way, or I'll beat your asses!" - the circle around you fell apart and through your fingers you saw the angry face of your brother. - "I'm sure you're all old enough here so I wouldn't get arrested for fighting with minors.."

"Tsk, he's really psychotic.. Let's just head home.." - someone mumbled but Samatoki didn't react, instead getting closer to you.

His hand quickly wrapped around your shoulders and he carefully lifted you up a little. The only thought that bothered him right now was worry about the possibility that you were hurted, so he quickly examined your arms and face, only then turning to them again.

"YOU better go home now, before I turn you all into a mush!" - low scoff makes the last of your bullies run away, and you get all alone with your brother.

"Samatoki-"

"I'm sorry." - his voice drops to a soft tone again, even more gentle than usual. - "I'm sorry that I failed like a brother.."

He helped you get up, still touching your hands very lightly, as if he actually was still afraid there's some wounds or bruises he didn't notice before. Checking you once again, only a few scratches from your fall were found by his attentive gaze, and Samatoki sighs, patting your head.

"Why did you say that..?" - small sobs make your lips tremble and you feel like you would cry again, but for an absolutely other reason.

"Cause it's my fault I didn't notice this before.."

His words just pull your heart even more and you cling to his chest, crying again. Absolutely ashamed, you feel like you didn't deserve even such care after being the reason why everything got to such a point, so when his hands wrap around your shoulders, patting your back in a soothing manner, you just cry more.

"No.. It's all my fault, I thought I could manage on my own.. It's all my fault." - finally, all this pain that you hid from your brother breaked through your happy facade, revealing in words. - "It's my fault that I'm so weak and stupid!"

"Sh. Don't say that.." - Samatoki sighs, holding you more tightly.

Despite waves of rage still boiling in him, he can't even get too angry at you for such thoughts, the only feeling it's cause in his chest is guilt for his own negligence.

"Listen here, sis.." - his hand traveled to your chin so you would look up at him. - "Never ever a weak person should be ashamed of his weakness. It's not your fault that you're so soft, it's their fault for having a lack of morality and self-confidence. Think about it, would you ever hurt someone who's powerless in front of you?"

You only shake your head, still sobbing.

"Exactly. Because you didn't need to feel control over someone to feel your own importance. Only strong people look at everyone equally and not hurt weaker ones, but help them.. That means you're stronger than they're, y/n."

Such a viewpoint.. It never comes to your mind like this and for a moment you look away, thinking about deep words of your brother. He is right, why would a confident person try to prove his strength only next to people he's sure of defeating..?

"But.." - the brows of your brother suddenly twitch as he furrows them in disappointed expression. - "Next time, always tell me if something like that happened, okay? Don't think you're a burden or something to me? You're my family, after all.."

Family.. Small soft smile appears on your lips again and you nod, walking with Samatoki to his car as he mumble about all the scratches he needs to take care of now.

Maybe there's no big family for you, only a big brother and only a sister that now is far away. And maybe these bullies try to mock you about this, but still.. They live in full, happy families where no one knows about mutual support and morality.

So what's better - a big family with tiny empty hearts or a small, but such caring and loving duo of you and your brother..?