#I should probably fix that after I finish these assignments

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

late night no sleep

[a-simple-imagine]

Perfectly Pathetic Pt.2

synopsis: you try to fix things with cady while maintaining your friendship with the plastics

pairing: regina george x fem!reader, elements of cady heron x fem!reader

words: 6.6k (6666 to be exact)

A/N - it’s here at long last besties!! get it while it’s hot because i might delete later idk how i feel about it

WARNINGS - swearing, toxic relationships and general toxicity, d-slur, and bullying

PREV //

come Sunday, you wake up with a throbbing head and zero energy left in your body but memories sit crystal clear. you remember Regina trying to come onto you. her scaring Cady away. Gretchen rubbing your back as you listen to her whine about Jason for the millionth time. weird night. you check your phone but don't bother to reply to anyone except Karen who wouldn't stop sending you explicit details about some reality show she was binging. but alas the weekend was over and you're forced to brave the embarrassment of going back to school after a party. happens every time. people do dumb shit and are forced to face it on Monday.

the first person you come across is none other than the red-headed new girl herself. you have got to imagine she is mad at you after what happened; the lies Regina told. it was not your fault but you should probably try and make peace.

"Hey! New girl," yelled down the hallway, you walk a little faster in order to catch up. you watch her glance around a little confused as you approach.

"Oh," her expression seems to neutralise as she realises it's you. "hi."

"did you have a good Sunday?"

"it was alright," the fact she was speaking to you was a good sign. "I spent it with my mom."

"cute," you flash a smile. Cady was clutching her books pretty tightly. "I thought we should maybe talk about Saturday."

"We don't have to to."

"but I want to," you insist. "please?"

"Regina already told me,"

"Regina is a liar," you blurt out. hopefully, that wouldn't get back to her. "I don't know what she said exactly but it's not true," she looks at you with curious eyes. "I wasn't stringing you along or anything,"

"Sure,"

"I like you, Cady. you're... different," you express. "I wanna be your friend. and I was really happy when you showed up at the party,"

"Really?"

"mhmm," you hum, nodding to prove your point. "cross my heart." you mime the action of drawing a cross across your chest. you're not sure they're gonna forgive you but the bell for homeroom would ring at any moment so time was running out.

"Okay," replied after a moment. a small smile that's quick to fade.

"do you want to finish working on our assignment later?" you ask.

"Sure," they shrug. "meet you out front?"

you're not entirely convinced you're forgiven but you'll take what you can get. you're about to respond when your eyes spot Gretchen amongst the crowd. you lock eyes for a second before she bolts in the opposite direction. with a heavy sigh, you charge after her.

"Gretchen." yelled down the hallway causing a few heads to turn. people naturally darted out of your way but you almost smashed into a few people. "Gretchen," is she getting quicker? "will you just stop?" the answer was apparently no because she just kept going until you manage to grab her arm forcing her to stop. "what the fuck?"

"oh hey, I didn't see you back there." she lies, offering a less-than-genuine smile.

"I was literally yelling your name?" your brow furrowed. you could almost see the gears turning in her head trying to come up with some kind of excuse.

"Sorry, I'm tired- mustn't have heard you." was that the best she could do? you just roll your eyes.

"Can you not tell Regina I was talking to Cady."

"Why?" she asks despite already knowing the answer.

"Please, Gretchen? it's really not a big deal, okay so let's just keep it between us."

"I said you should stay away from her and you ignored me."

"I know and you were probably right but," you shrug. "it's too late and besides, I have to do a presentation with her, that's why we were talking. you can even ask Karen."

"I won't tell anyone." that was a lie. She won't tell anyone except Regina obviously. always trying to be in her good graces.

"if you promise not to tell, I'll... tell Jason something bad about Taylor? like she has crabs or something?"

her eyes light up at the prospect. "really?"

you nod. Taylor had never liked you so you weren't exactly on the best of terms and if making up some rumour about her gets Gretchen off your back then great. "but you can't tell Regina, deal?"

"deal," Gretchen smiles brightly. thank fuck for that. you start walking together now. "so what happened at the party?"

"don't you already know?" you tease. "thought that pretty little head of yours knew everything."

"I'm working on it."

you shrug. she'd probably find out eventually. "nothing really. Regina told Cady some stuff about me."

"that you don't like her and are only pretending to be her friend?"

"so you did already know,"

"I don't know what you see in Cady."

"I don't know." she just wasn't like anyone else. a new avenue to discover. most of these people you've known for years. the bell rings out and suddenly you remember you were supposed to drop off a take-home quiz by homeroom today. you had actually done it but forgot it was in your locker. "oh shit,"

"What?"

"I just forgot to hand something in i'll see you later," with a quick wave goodbye, you rush off back the way you've come. it wasn't like you were bad in school or anything. just sometimes you'd forget to bring in homework. one... or four late quizzes later and suddenly Ms. Norbury is giving you extra work to make up for it. it's not like you have a life or anything. As you grab the paper from your locker, Karen Shetty emerges.

"Morning," sang dazzlingly as she shoved your locker door closed.

"good morning," you smile softly, a glance over her outfit. "you're particularly chirpy today and look great,"

a tiny theatrical gasp, she puts a playful hand over her chest. "thank you,"

"where did you get the cardigan?"

"thrifted it,"

"oooh, I love that," you say. "also it goes so well with that super cute bracelet you're wearing,"

"Aw thanks, my friend made it."

"that's so cute, she must be a really great friend," you tease.

"she is," Karen nods. "where are you headed?"

"I gotta drop this off to Ms.Norbury or I'll fail math,"

"Can I come?"

it wasn't exactly an exciting trip so you don't know why she would want to? plus you were late for homeroom now. "I guess?"

"did you have fun at the party?" Karen inquiries as you begin towards Ms Norbury's homeroom class.

"it was alright,"

"I heard you got into a fight with Regina,"

"hardly a fight," you sigh. it was gonna be a very long day. "it's fine. you know how she can be,"

"was it over Cady?"

"Why does everyone suddenly care about Cady?" you stress. "it really doesn't matter."

a shrug. "I heard from Gretchen that Connor is grounded now because he didn't tell his parents about the party and they found out because somebody was sick in like a vase or something,"

"ew," you giggle, scrunching up your nose in disgust. "like they just found cold vomit in a vase?"

"mhmm," Karen nods eagerly. you make a fake gagging action as you knock on the open door. why is it always so awkward to walk into an already full classroom? ms. Norbury invited you further inside and you can't help but look at the people staring at you.

"so you do know how to hand things in on time," you resist the urge to roll your eyes. "great. now if you can just do that all the time."

"I make no promises," you answer, placing your homework down on her desk. when your eyes meet Cady's she waves a little. you flash a smile.

"come see me after school and I'll let you know how you did and if I need anything else from you,"

"Okay," you sigh. wasn't your first extra credit quiz. nor your last probably. you leave the classroom quickly, grabbing Karen's hand. she'd been waiting at the door.

"lots of people in there,"

"yeah because we're supposed to be in homeroom," you advise her.

"I didn't hear the bell,"

oh, Karen. "just come on."

it was a rather lifeless day thank god. you were grateful for the peace. and ms. Norbury hadn't given you any more work. you still had your tutor sessions but they never bothered you too much. now you're sitting staring at your laptop pretending you're doing research. Cady is scribbling in her notebook. Once again you're bored. and you can't help but watch Cady and wonder if she really has forgiven you. sure you were together right now but only because of this stupid presentation. you sit up a little straighter, taking a sip from your water bottle. "are you mad at me?"

it's sudden and she seems perplexed as she glances up at you. "huh?"

"I don't want you to be mad at me"

"I'm not mad," she urges, going back to her little scribbling. "you said Regina was lying, I believe you."

"just like that?" it seemed too easy.

"just like that,"

"how do you know I'm not lying about Regina lying though?"

"I don't." a shrug, she looks at you. "I'm just trusting you so can we please get back on track." you're not sure you would forgive someone as easily as this. it seemed naïve. or maybe she was just a better person than you. either way, this was what you wanted so...

"This is so boring," you whine loudly, pushing your laptop away so you can dramatically collapse against the table.

"if you actually help instead of complaining, we'd get it done quicker."

"Cady," you sigh loudly. "let's not, I'm just here to be pretty, okay? I shouldn't be forced to do homework too."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," you sit up properly once more. "ask away."

"Why do you hang out with Regina?" the question catches you a little off guard. why did she wanna know that?

"What does that have to do with the book?" you counter, a playful raise of your brow. "if you stayed on topic, we'd get it done quicker."

"I'm serious."

you shrug a little. "why wouldn't I? She's like one of my best friends."

"why though? I've seen the way she treats you,"

"you just don't get Regina," very few people did. sure she was kinda mean and pushy, you'd never deny that but the rest of the school didn't get to see her other side. which was also kinda mean but a tad softer. the blonde was fierce. if someone fucked with you, or Karen, or even Gretchen, she'd go to war. you've watched her destroy girls just to prop Gretchen up to Jason. maul boys for making fun of Karen. you only got away with half the shit you did because you were friends with Regina. maybe she kept you around because you showered her with love and attention but she, in her own way, gave it right back. "she can be a lot but she's really cool."

"she's horrible to literally everyone."

"yeah but that's like kinda funny," Cady gives you a look suggesting she doesn't agree which was fair but she didn't exactly pick the nicest people to be friends with. Damian was funny in class and you liked to tell him gossip that Gretchen told you. you never really spoke to Janis too much but you've seen her around. heard what she says about you. She makes jokes right to your face. "don't act like Janis doesn't do the exact same thing. why do you hang out with her?"

"That's different,"

"is it?" you challenge. "or is Regina just popular?" Cady seems to not have an answer because she goes back to the book. "she's my friend and I like her. simple as."

"I'm sorry for asking,"

"Don't worry about it," you weren't particularly angry. you knew how people viewed Regina. a mixture of high admiration and fear. "So did you enjoy your first party?"

"yeah. not exactly what I was expecting,"

"they're not all like that," you urge. "sometimes they're fun. sometimes you wanna stab yourself in the eye to get out of it."

"did you have fun?"

"fun is not the word I would use but it was an experience," After Cady left you kind of just sulked with Gretchen until Karen found you and insisted you had to dance together. you spent the rest of the night with her. "I'm happy you came. I wish Regina hadn't messed everything up."

"sorry I left."

"you don't have to apologise." you smile. "we're hanging out now even if you're making me do homework. and there's always next time."

"I'm not making you do homework," Cady argues. you just smile. shuffling along the bench so you're right beside her. She has the book open in front of her and a notebook full of scribbles. you repeatedly tap the notebook with your finger.

"Are these not notes for our project? is that not homework?"

"yeah but these are my notes," she expresses, snatching up her notebook to place on the side away from you. As your eyes meet, you can almost pinpoint the exact moment she gets flustered. a dusting of pink gracing her cheeks. "you're just fucking about."

a dramatic gasp before a smile takes over. "I would never."

Cady smiles and before you have time to react she is leaning in to connect your lips in the softest of embraces. it reminds you of the first time Regina kissed you. only it never had the chance to become anything more before you pull back.

"Sorry- I didn't. I don't know why I did that." that dusting of pink is now a deep shade of red. panic in her voice. eyes firmly on her homework. you're unsure of what to say exactly. you liked Cady. maybe even the same way she apparently liked you. but you just weren't sure yet.

"It's alright, don't worry about it," you express. "uh... should we get back to the book?"

you weren't mad or upset with Cady. her kissing you had just left you feeling... weird? so even as you parted ways and you got texts later in the evening, you couldn't bring yourself to reply. you just needed some time to think.

Lunchtime is weird. Everyone is quiet. Painfully quiet. Karen and Gretchen are just eating their lunch. Regina is staring at the label of her yoghurt. you're sat there anxiously like a child bursting with energy. this was so unlike them. "can someone just talk already," you blurt out. a little startled, everyone looks at you. "sorry. just nobody is talking and it's freaking me out. normally Gretchen never shuts up."

"why are you even here?" Regina asks, twisting the dessert in her hand. you wish she'd just eat it instead of inspecting it.

"why wouldn't I be?"

"shouldn't you be over there with the pyro-dyke and her band of freaks." her head nods in the direction she means but her eyes never leave that stupid label. the nickname referred to Janis and Band of Freaks must mean Cady and Damian.

a sigh. "you're being ridiculous,"

"I'm being what?" Regina asked firmly. her yoghurt placed down slowly as her eyes zone in on you. sharp and daring. Karen gently nudges your leg with hers but you're not sure if it was an accident or a warning. you glance at her and then at Gretchen who is keeping her eyes firmly on her food.

"nothing. sorry," you say softly.

"stand up," voice low but commanding. you can't tell if she's serious so you remain seated. watching her. "stand up. now." she was louder now. attracting attention. putting on a show as various people looked to see what the commotion was. "you wanna run around with freaks and lesbos, then go."

"Are you-"

"go." you swallow hard. willing yourself not to crumble under the pressure of everyone's gaze. you could argue back but you know better than to challenge her when she's this pissed off. so you just push up, grab your tray and leave the table. you lock eyes with Janis along the way who is next to Cady. you can't join them like Regina so angrily implied, it'd just make things worse for them and yourself.

your last few classes of the day are spent wondering what you've done to piss off Regina today. you've hardly even seen her. maybe Gretchen told her about the hallway yesterday? She promised not to plus this seemed like a massive overreaction. you're at your locker, grabbing your stuff when Gretchen approaches. "Regina said if you can behave yourself you're allowed to come shopping with us,"

"hello to you too Gretchen," you slam the metal door shut. "no thank you.."

"Seriously?"

"she basically banished me from the cafeteria today, why would I wanna go anywhere with her?" you ask but it was mostly rhetorical as you start down the hall.

"you know she was only joking," the brunette trails after you.

"was she? felt pretty real to me,"

"that's just her humour," Gretchen assures you. "you have to come. Regina will be upset,"

"Regina doesn't have emotions," you fire back, pushing through the double doors, you almost collide with another person. "Jesus, watch out."

didn't take long to realise who it was. "it's Karen actually,"

"I know your name, baby" you pat her shoulder. "why are you right outside the door?"

"waiting for you," she takes your hand. "we're going shopping."

"I don't wanna do that," you express but Karen is already leading you towards Regina's jeep. "Karen, let go" you groan but put up little resistance. the blonde is leaning against the side eyes on you as you're being dragged across the front lawn.

"you found her then," the blonde comments, pushing away from the metal of her jeep. "thought we'd have to start putting up lost dog posters or something."

"why am I even here?"

"Isn't it obvious- get in the car." Regina climbs in and everyone else does the same. "we need someone to carry the bags."

why were you here? why had you given in so easily? You didn't even want to go shopping and now you're staring at yourself in the wall-length mirror of a dressing room, trying on outfits. with a heavy sigh, you step through the curtain

"what do you think?"

"you look great," declares Gretchen.

"beautiful," an eager Karen. She had picked it out.

Regina turns from the large mirror at the end of the space where she was inspecting the dress she was trying on to you. "ew." is all she says before turning back.

"yeah, I never liked it," Gretchen remarks quickly.

"try this," Karen shoves a hanger in your hand before pushing you back towards the dressing room. you stare at your reflection once more. you didn't think it looked too bad but maybe Regina was right. it wasn't exactly your style but that's because Karen picked it. it was more you than most of the outfits she tried to get you to wear... it did sit a little weirdly. you can hear Regina talking to the girls, sending them each on an errand. and then it's silent. you begin to undress when the blonde calls your name. you stop what you're doing. She says it again and you walk out.

"what's up?" you question cautiously. you weren't about to let your guard down around her.

"what do you think of this dress?" the blonde spins to face you. hands on her hips. your brow furrows. why did she want your opinion? your eyes drift. taking in Regina. notice every curve. She really was a sight to behold.

"looks good."

"That's all I get?"

"What were you expecting?"

The girl turns back. "A shower of complements but guess you're not even good for that anymore."

"I said it looks good?"

"I'm done with you now. go change out of that ugly outfit already."

you wanna say something but you decide to just bite your tongue and head back into the dressing room.

come the weekend, Regina is out of town with her parents which means you've ended up with babysitting duties. Gretchen and Karen had both decided they were coming over to your place. you didn't mind. so now you're loitering on the bed with your back against your headboard scrolling through your phone. Karen is snuggled up in half a blanket using your lap as a pillow also scrolling through her phone. it's silent but comfortable. Gretchen vanished about ten minutes ago and hasn't returned. "do we have to start hanging out with Cady?"

"What?" you glance down from your phone. 

"I don't wanna hang out with her, she's creepy."

"that's not very nice, Karen," you scold. "but no. why would we?"

"Because you're like a thing now," Karen answered, pressing her phone to her chest. She meets your stare. "you kissed"

"excuse me?" your heart practically skips a beat. you undoubtedly hadn't told anyone that Cady kissed you and you're almost certain she hadn't.

"what? Gretchen told us that she saw you and Cady making out after school on Monday," Gretchen fucking weiners. of course. but how did she know?

"by us you mean?"

"me and Regina," fuck.

"When was this?" you wonder. and as if summoned on cue, Gretchen emerges through the doorway and you can't help but raise your voice. "you told Regina I was making out with Cady?"

"What?"

"Karen told me so don't lie," you demand. "I thought we had a deal."

"I didn't tell her about the hallway."

"Are you stupid?" you press. Gretchen sits on the edge of your bed, fluttering her eyelashes.

"I'm sorry," a hefty sigh. the girl shuffled up the bed so she was beside you. "are you mad at me?"

"Obviously."

"but you love me?" you don't reply and she nudges your shoulder with hers. "right?" you stay silent, glimpsing at her withan empty expression. you did love her but you were pissed off with her right now.

"look at this," Karen shoves her phone straight up and into your view. it shows a picture of herself. you assume she had just taken by the outfit.

"adorable," you smile walmly but it quickly fades. Gretchen had very much fucked you over. That day with Cady, you hadn't seen anyone around other than a few stray students. why was Gretchen even still there? and why hadn't she asked you about it before telling Regina?

"did you see what Kelsey posted today?" Gretchen questions, pulling out her phone. "it's so pathetic. like she's clearly doing it just for attention." you let your head fall back against the wall as Gretchen proceeds to talk in your ear. your mind drifts to the day in the cafeteria when Regina embarrassed you in front of everyone. you had thought it was an extreme reaction to a conversation in the hallway but turns out it was because of the kiss. was she that jealous of the idea of you and Cady? That made little sense when she was running around with Shane.

"Does Regina hate me?"

"of course not," Gretchen insists, a comforting hand placed on your shoulder. "you know anger is basically her love language. she just cares a lot."

"Regina thinks Cady is a freak," Karen contributes. "and that you hanging out with her makes us look bad."

"We were just doing homework."

"I saw you kiss her," Gretchen retorts.

"she kissed me,"

"you have been hanging out with her a lot," Karen states

"and you invited her to Connor's party," Gretchen resumes.

"yeah but..." you trail off because you really don't have a comeback. All those things were very much true. "this is stupid."

"if you had just listened to me-"

"Jesus, we get it Gretchen" you huff sharply and then feel bad for it. "sorry but you have to stop saying that- I should be able to talk to a girl without it being the end of the world."

"maybe talk to less weird girls?" Karen proposes brightly. "like me.... or Gretchen.... oooh or Regina."

"Thanks for the suggestion." you tap her nose gently, making her face scrunch up. "but I meant other than you three."

"you can talk to whoever you want," Gretchen reassures you, dropping her head to your shoulder. "as long as Regina approves."

"you sound insane,"

Gretchen shrugs. Karen's attention has returned to her phone. and you were suddenly so aware of how insane being friends with Regina George truly is.

the bell for first period has you walking down the hallway towards your history class. you share it with Gretchen who you haven't spoken to since Sunday. you're still mad at her.

"Hey, can we talk?" your brow furrows a little. it was Regina. and you were still mad at her too for last week.

"I have to get to class," you huff but she doesn't take the hint; instead she takes your hand and drags you straight into the nearest closet. it smelt like chemicals, dust and... vanilla. you imagine the vanilla is the girl, not the room.

"what the hell?"

"Just give me a minute,"

"why are we in a closet?" you wonder. it was cramped. a painfully buzzy lightbulb hung over head, flickering through an array of intensities. shelves full of supplies.

"I'm sorry, okay?" your eyes were looking anyway but at her until now. staring into blue-green eyes. did she just... apologise for something? was this a dream? your dreams never normally included Regina apologising but that seemed like the only way this could be real. "I'm sorry I got mad over you and Cady. you've just been acting weird since she joined"

"Are you... fucking with me right now?""

"what? I can't apologise?"

"I never said that," you did imply it but you would never say it. "I'm just confused." a shrug of your shoulders.

"I just don't like it. I don't like her," she wasn't about that. you weren't confused about her feelings towards Cady. you were confused as to why she was apologising for it? also, why do you have to do this in the closet? couldn't you have done this in a place with such a dizzying aroma? "I get like angry when I see you together. and then when Gretchen told me you kissed her-"

"she kissed me."

"Whatever," a dismissive wave. "I mean, it just was a lot y'know."

"not really" Your brow furrows.

"you're not that fucking dense, are you?" as the blonde takes a step forward, you take a step back crashing into a bucket and mop. She grabs your wrist. maybe an attempt to save you? "careful." said much softer. caring almost. it makes you suspicious. more so than the apology you hardly believed in the first place.

"we're gonna be late for class," you answer quietly. you try to pull your arm away but her grip doesn't falter. it's firm and tight; possessive almost. "Regina, please,"

"you promised to stay away from her," Regina mentions softly. you think back to that day. Regina straddling your lap. hands on your chest. moving against you. soft lips. it makes you blush. she pulls you closer. "promised you didn't like her more than me." her other hand gently cups your cheek. "was all that a lie?"

"no," you shake your head slow and stern. "no. i-"

"you kissed her." stated firmly.

"she kissed me," you argue back. her fingers press a little harder into your cheek.

"don't remember asking," expressed as she leaned in close. hot breath hitting your skin. vanilla fills your nostrils. "tell me you love me," whispered. you swallow hard. "please."

"Regina..." grip on your wrist tightens.

"go on."

"I... love you," you sound more confused than sure.

"more than cady?"

"you're my best friend,"

a once gentle hand now grips your chin. "more than Cady?" asked again.

"uh... more than Cady,"

"say you're obsessed with me." her lips loom mere inches from yours threatening a kiss.

"I'm... obsessed with you." her eyes are so intense, it's kinda scary. it's always treacherous being so close to her.

"Good," her lips press into yours. fierce and strong. but gone just as quickly. "I'll see you at lunch." she lets go and leaves without another word. The door to the closet closes with a click. insane. you remain for a few minutes. a little lost. a little confused. then you leave for class.

sat at a table under the beautiful shade of a massive umbrella during your free period. Cady is opposite. Gretchen was supposed to be here too but you don't know what happened to her. probably worried about sitting with Cady. "why are you doing work?"

"It's a study period. you should also be doing work,"

"It's almost lunchtime don't be ridiculous," you groan loudly. the bell rings mere moments later bringing a smile as the animals are released from their classrooms out into the wild. "see."

"you didn't do anything,"

"never do. That's half the fun of a free period before lunch."

"hey baby," that was Regina's voice. you look up promptly, half expecting her to make a comment or demand your presence but instead, she takes a seat right beside you.

"Hello," you try not to think about earlier. about how weird this is and focus on the fact she seemed to be in a good mood. her arms snake around you, drawing you back into her embrace.

"Cady,"

"hi Regina,"

"you look good today," Regina comments. your brow furrows. she was being weirdly affectionate. should you be concerned? probably but you were gonna enjoy her openness. the last week had been so weird and you kinda of just wanted things to go back to normal. and while this wasn't exactly normal, you prefer this to outward anger.

"thank you,"

"Now say it back," you roll your eyes but wear a playful smile.

"you look radiant Regina," said playfully. She gives you a quick squeeze and you finally settle in her embrace.

"I know," hummed in your ear. "so do you wanna come to mine after school?" muttered in your ear.

"what's the occasion?"

"I want you to," Regina declared. "why does it matter? you're coming over."

"am I now?" you ask playfully.

"We should get food," Regina lets go and gets up. you watch her for a moment expecting her to bark a demand but she doesn't. she just walks away. it freaks you out so you bid farewell to Cady and go scampering after the blonde.

"you good?"

"course," she states as you fall in step.

"you're being strange," you observe. "I was half expecting you to drag me away from that table."

"what's the point?" she asks. "you'd just go running back to the little nerd."

"no running is involved."

"running. skipping. drooling." the blonde teased. when you enter the lunch room, Gretchen is already sitting alone at your usual table. "like a love-sick little puppy dog."

"Okay, ew, no,"

"where have you been?" Gretchen wonders as you approach. She knows where you've been. you text her.

"no love involved whatsoever,"

"Who are you in love with?" Gretchen asks.

"no one,"

"I got tater tots," Karen announces as she zooms past with a try, taking a seat at your lunch table.

"oooh, they have tots today? let's go get food," you grab Regina's hand and start pulling her towards the food. Gretchen comes scrambling after the two of you. "I'm starving."

"aren't you always," Regina comments. the sea parts as she leads the way to the front of the line. it's unfair. but you never call her out. you always take advantage.

"Who are you in love with?" Gretchen repeats

"nobody, we moved on,"

"god keep up Gretchen," Regina huffs. you're so excited about your tater tots you practically run back to the table with your little tray. your two friends in toe. you take your usual seat next to Karen. Regina sits opposite with Gretchen.

"Cady keeps looking over here," Karen announces, popping a tot in her mouth. "it's creeping me out."

"she's so weird," Regina sighs. "if she's anything like her freaky friends it's because she's obsessed with our dear sweet puppy,"

"she is not obsessed with me,"

"This is what happens when you give losers attention, " Regina persists. "they think they have a shot. soon she's gonna think she can just come over and talk to us and it's your fault."

"Firstly, she would never do that. She's intimidated by you," you express. "secondly. she is sweet, you gotta lay off her."

"as she should be," the blonde looks disgusted. "also gross. She's so fuckin weird."

"you guys are being mean,"

"Is it mean if it's true?"

"still yes," you insist. "I like cady."

"We know," Gretchen states. Regina shoots her a dirty look.

"you don't get to talk Gretchen," Regina spits. "you never shut up about Jason like he's not disgusting."

"Cady would be cute if she just learnt how to dress. and do her makeup," Karen interjects.

"I don't even think that would help."

"Can we stop talking about her please?"

"don't wanna hear us shit talk your girlfriend."

"not my girlfriend." you argue. "but I would like this to end. quickly. let's go back to Jason that dude fuckin sucks."

"he's so sleazy," Karen adds. and the conversation flows into something other than you and Cady. thank god.

you're lying on Regina's couch. in Regina's room. alone. after school. you expected Karen and Gretchen to be here too but alas they weren't here. after this morning, you wouldn't be surprised if this was some cult worship ceremony. the door creaks open and in walks the infamous blonde. a glance before going back to your phone.

"my mum wants to know if you're staying for dinner,"

"am I?" you don't even know why you're here. and knowing Regina she could kick you out at any moment.

"I said yeah but you don't have to," a shrug.

"guess you're not mad at me anymore then,"

"When was I mad at you?" she questions, sitting down on her bed.

"When are you ever not?" you tease. "sometimes I think you hate me."

"if I hated you, you wouldn't be here," the blonde comments.

"you've been so short with me recently." you sit up properly.

"Because you've been acting different." the girl insists. "and it's weird. and I don't like it. I want you to go back to how you were."

"I don't even know how I've been acting different?" you lean back. "I think you're just jealous."

"jealous of what?"

"Cady." you see her eyes narrow. jaw tense.

"you are obsessed with her."

"not obsessed," you correct. "I don't even know what is going on between me and Cady."

"but you like her?"

you shrug. "do you like her?"

"no," it makes you smile for some reason. same old Regina. number one cady hater. "not even a little. she's strange. can't dress for shit. really awkward."

"tell us how you really feel," you chuckle a little.

"you'll just call me mean," like she wasn't already being mean.

you shrug. "I like when you're mean."

"I know," a smile quirks at her lips. the blonde pats the space next to her. "come here,"

"why?"

"Just come here," a dramatic sigh. you push up and cautiously walk over to sit down next to her. "why are you acting so scared of me?"

"I don't know," you shrug. "kinda expecting you to push me off the bed or something."

"why would I do that?" her brows furrowed.

"Because you're evil," a smirk slowly takes over her lips. you nudge her softly with your shoulder.

"I love it when you call me evil,"

"I know," you reply. "because you're obsessed with me."

"you wish."

"I don't have to wish," you tease. "because you're obsessed with me."

"you're really pushing your luck here," Regina comments. "stop." her tone suggested she was done playing. the blonde falls back against her bed. you just look at her as she starts typing on her phone. "and stop staring at me freak."

"but you're so pretty,"

"your girlfriend wouldn't like you saying that."

"not my girlfriend," you insist. "no more than you are." the blonde doesn't respond and you both fall into a comfortable silence. you lie down beside her. "why did you invite me over?"

"make out. prove a point. why do you think i asked in front of cady?" you just shrug. the girl sighs loudly and discards her phone off to one side before rolling onto her side to look at you. you just turn your head to face her.

"for someone so smart, you really are stupid," you'd be offended but there was hardly a point. she just watches you, watching her. you crack under her gaze and look away but she just reaches over and forces you to look at her. "do you know why I keep you around?"

"Because you love me?" said playfully but quietly. you know it's not the answer she was looking for.

"I like the way you look at me," she admitted quietly. "everyone stares at me but you... you look at me like I'm the only person in the entire world." she went on. "like you just can't get enough." you don't know what to say. Regina was like nobody you had ever met but in a different way to Cady. She just commanded attention. a beauty beyond words. and sometimes you wonder why you ever caught her eye. the girl shuffles closer now. "you can run around with freaks. you can be confused about Cady. but at the end of the day, none of it matters." that hand on your jaw loosens and begins to trail down over your neck. "you'll always come running back to me."

"What makes you think that?"

"It's in the way your breath hitches when I'm close. the way your eyes linger when I walk away. the way you so easily melt under my touch," her voice was gentle but taunting. her hand slipping lower and lower down the length of your body. you could hear your heart beating loudly in your chest. an onset wave of heat flushing your cheeks. "I can say or do whatever I want," her hand stops at your thigh, squeezing roughly. body leaning into yours. pressing you further into the plush fabric of her bed. "and you'll always be mine." whispered sharply before her lips meet yours and the fire makes the rest of the world melt away. you reach up to draw her closer. deepen the kiss and the way she groans makes your head spin. but then she pulls away unexpectedly. "oh I forgot to mention Shane is coming over after dinner so you gotta be gone by then. Cool?" you can feel the emotions stirring. it's weird and confusing. Shane's name fills you with anger; annoyance even. through no fault of his own. was she fucking serious? but at the same time you couldn't move. maybe a wiser person would have stopped everything right here. walked away with their dignity in their hands. Cady was probably a safer option. she liked you. and maybe you liked her too. but there was just something about Regina. being on her good side meant the world worked for you too. it was a world you'd become so accustomed to, you can't imagine it any differently. you can't imagine a life without the blonde. you didn't want to leave. you wanted to chase the high of each kiss. the pain as her nails dig into your skin. the firey mess of being with her.

"cool." you nod simply, pulling her back into the kiss. dignity was overrated when it came to Regina George anyway.

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hey!

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Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

**all pairings on this blog are platonic**

Your phone buzzed for the 7th time in the last 5 minutes.

You don’t want to answer.

Your head’s pounding and you have a mountain of homework to keep procrastinating.

You should probably get started on that.

Eventually.

Another buzz.

You should probably get up and figure out who’s trying to get a hold of you.

It’s hard to do anything when you feel like this.

There’s a loud bang at your dorm door.

“—YOU HAVE 60 SECONDS TO GET TO THIS DOOR BEFORE I BLAST IT DOWN, DUMBASS!”

So that’s who’s trying to get a hold of you.

“It’s unlocked, Bakugou. If you’re so insistent on coming in,” you reply.

The door clicks open, and light cascades into your room. You squint at the assault against your headache.

“What are you doing, stupid?” Bakugou starts as he stomps into your room. “I told you and the other idiots that we were going over the homework today. I don’t like wasting my time waiting.”

“I don’t recall asking for your help.”

“Really.” He gives a pointed look at the stack of abandoned textbooks on your desk.

You… don’t have much to say to that.

“Seriously what’s your deal?” Bakugou stares down at you.

“Headache.” It’s mostly the truth.

Bakugou turns and leaves, leaving your door wide open.

Rude.

You should probably get up and close it.

Probably.

Suddenly you’re being jerked upright and pulled to sit in your desk chair. A water bottle and some pain meds are shoved into your hands.

Baffled, you look up to see Bakugou straightening your covers and clearing off your nightstand.

“Wha? What are you doing?”

Bakugou whips his head around to glare at you. The dino plush of yours that he’s holding slightly lessens the effect.

“Take the meds.”

“Okay…?” So, you do.

By the time you're done, your bed and nightstand are mostly clean.

“Have you eaten yet today?”

“…No.”

Bakugou once again stomps out and comes back not 10 minutes later with steaming leftovers you know are from his personal stack in the common room fridge.

You'd mention this if not for the fact it smells mouth watering and you know that this will probably never happen again.

As you eat, Bakugou clears and organizes your desk.

When you both finish, Bakugou turns to fix you with a hard stare.

"Now, we're getting started on this." He says, pointing at the now manageable stacks of textbooks and assignments.

With the exaggerated groan you let out, you forget to notice how much better you're feeling already.

-----

After a few hours later you're well-fed, your headache is mostly gone, you have a decent start on your mountain of assignments, and you feel a little less like a shell of yourself.

It's easy to forget how much having a friend around helps.

“Hey, Bakugou. Thanks.”

“Whatever. Just remember I don’t waste my time on lost causes.”

He turns his face away from you.

Heh… softy…

“Lost causes? Well, that just sounds like quitting to me.”

“Huh?! What’d you say to me?!”

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Elevation

Leon Kennedy x female reader More of my fluffy nonsense

Hunnigan slams the phone down into the cradle at the end of her call and if you hadn’t already been casting auspicious glances up at the scene before you, her actions would’ve made you jump.

“What is it, Leon?” Hunnigan’s tone is blunt.

It would be so easy to look up at the handsome DSO agent then. You’d be perfectly within your right to look up too, your desk opposite sat directly opposite Hunnigan’s so you had ring-side side seats to the commotion. It wouldn’t look odd - he’d be in your eyeline, after all - but you fight the temptation, keeping your eyes fixed on the paper in front of you, fingers tapping idly away over the keyboard as you transpose to the screen.

Exactly what you’ve been doing the past ten minutes that Leon Kennedy has been wandering around the office, dressed in a pair of form-fitting jeans today, his gun holster peeking out from underneath a beloved leather jacket, directing all attention to a certain pair of assets.

Not that you were keeping track of how long he’d been there, of course, you had work to do.

“Huh?” For someone who had apparently been waiting on her call finishing, Leon’s thoughts seems elsewhere.

“I said,” Hunnigan adjusts her tone, “can I help you with something?”

“Does there have to be something? Surely a guy can just come visit his favourite FOS agent.”

“But you haven’t come to visit, you’ve come to loiter.” Hunnigan retorts. “I told you already, if I have anything for you, I will be in contact. Go home.”

There’s an incredulous scoff as he tries to think of a reason to stay, but it quickly transforms into a sigh as he admits defeat. “Fine.”

He begins his retreat towards the exit and you hear the tell-tale beep of his pass against by the door panel, the electronic lock then clunking in release.

“Have a good afternoon, ladies.”

You look up then – and only then - to find him looking directly at you. You give him a polite smile in return. “You too.”

He grins in return, a proper one that makes his eyes crease, before giving you a nod and a wave as he through the door. The smile stays on your lips as you reach for your mug of coffee – now ice cold - and take a sip.

“I think he likes you, you know?” Hunnigan states in her oh-so-nonchalantly way, making you choke on the gulp you’d just taken.

“What? No…! I mean, who?” Your voice is tight in response from having swallowed the liquid the wrong way, internally cursing. Smooth, real smooth.

“Leon.” The agent continues hammering away at her keyboard, kindly ignoring your attempts at being subtle.

“I don’t know where you’ve drawn that conclusion from.” You don’t – you really don’t. You could probably count the amount of conversations the two of you have had with all of your fingers, all just pleasantries.

“I’ve worked with him for years now and he’s never been here as much since your transfer started.”

“Coincidence, I’m sure. He just seems eager for work.”

Hunnigan goes to open her mouth in response when, thankfully, the phone on her desk rings. Saved by the bell.

--

Being afraid of elevators had never really been an issue until you had taken this assignment, being sent to work on the 12th floor. At the very least it’s proving to be a good workout the number of times a day you now trudge up and down the stairwell from your desk to the archives below. The DSO holds a surprising amount of paper copies of intel in the basement – both handwritten and old typewriter documents - secured behind a vault door, rumours of the place being rigged to ignite in flames if an intruder is detected to prevent it all from falling into the wrong hands.

The DSO board had decided that intel should now be stored in the government-secured cloud and on paper and you’d been brought in as an archivist/analyst hybrid, on loan from the CIA. The project you’d been tasked with, single-handedly, was transferring intel that was currently only held in those paper copies to the online system. There was technology that could do but it wasn’t perfect – scrawled handwriting would often prove indecipherable by most machines or it misread words, so everything would need quality checked. It was agreed a human touch was best and your name had come up after the CIA had undertaken a similar audit of their files a few years ago to excellent results. Once everything had been digitized, it had become easier to quickly identify any links between incidents past and present – using surnames, terms, intel – and even stopped a handful of potential ones, so the DSO had been keen to put the practice in place.

It did mean, however, that every day you’d go down to the vault, select a box of paperwork – either the one you’ve got partway through or a whole new one - trudge back up the many flights of stairs, and then start typing from page to screen to produce a digitized document. It was imperative that no-one else see the documents, so they’d set you up in Hunnigan’s office as one of their most trusted agents.

Wanting to look professional whilst in the office but not break your neck on the stairs, you kept a selection of heels in your locker to swap out of for your reliable sneakers. Hunnigan was still working away when you packed up around 7pm, kicking off your heels to switch out, and had been in a lengthy, hushed tone call for the past hour. You nodded your head as you heaved the box of documents up in your arms, and she waved back in acknowledgement.

Beeping your ID card at the door, the lock buzzed and the door opened automatically – a godsend as the box you had today was particularly heavy – everything within held in those awful arch-lever folders.

As you emerged, you heard the puff of the elevator doors beginning to slide shut, not even giving it a moment of thought. You turned to the left to head down the stairs as usual, when a gloved hand slammed between the elevator doors, preventing them from closing with a thud and giving you a start, turning to see a face.

The face of Leon S Kennedy catches you entirely by surprise. He hadn’t even been by the office today to bother Hunnigan, though you know he does have his own desk somewhere in the building, maybe even his own office. He smiles at the sight of you, beckoning you over.

“Hey. Hop on in - I’m going down.”

You hesitate at the invitation. You haven’t been in an elevator for years and he’s just stood there, waiting, holding the door open. You have to say or do something. “You okay?”

Next thing you know, as if you’d been hypnotized, you were walking towards the elevator, then stepping over the threshold into a place you swore you never would enter again.

“Basement?” Leon fingers hover over the button panel in anticipation.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

He presses the buttons for ground and basement simultaneously with two fingers, and the door slides shut with another puff of air.

The elevator and your stomach begin to descend in unison.

This is fine.

“Looks heavy. Can I…?” He gestures to the box, offering to take it.

“Oh, thanks, but it’s okay.” You bump the box up with your knee, trying to strengthen your grip on it. Your palms are sweaty, but you’re not sure if the cause is the elevator or the handsome man besides you.

Leon crosses his arms, leans back against the wall. “They still not given you a lackey to do all the grunt work? I thought that’s what they took on interns for these days.”

“It’s difficult when no-one else is meant to handle it, let alone see it but me.” Leon gives you a quizzical look at that. “It’s protocol, narrows down the potential for leaks. If anything gets out, it’s on my head, so…”

“What about when you take breaks? You don’t…”

You nod, shifting the box in your arms again. Why do they feel like jelly? “Gotta lug it back downstairs to be locked back in the vault.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Mm-mm. It’s fine – good exercise for me, I guess, between sitting at the desk all day, so…”

“Surely they could at least give you a desk closer to the grou-“

The elevator’s smooth descent is transformed into a shudder, followed by a loud metallic screech and a sharp jerk that makes your stomach truly drop before all motion halts. No, no, no, no.

“Huh.” Leon muses, calm as anything. He immediately presses the emergency call button, illuminated in red, but the only sound that emits out of the speakers is static. He presses it again to the same result, and then in rapid succession, as if that’ll coerce it into working.

You tighten your grip on the box, wanting to tell him to stop but, thankfully, he gives up before you can have the strength to find your voice and pulls his cell out from his pocket.

“Damn, no reception.” He looks back over to you then with a sympathetic smile. “Well, this is one way to get overtime outta us, hey?”

There’s no chance to reply before the elevator plunges into darkness and you drop the box immediately, thankfully away from your feet. It can only be a few seconds at the most but it feels like an eternity before the emergency lighting comes on, casting the small metal prison in a pale yellow hue.

Leon’s staring at you, looking concerned. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah.” You reply, not at all convincingly. You bend down to pick up the box to escape that blue-eyed gaze for a moment, heaving it back up in your arms. “Is this… normal for this office?” You hope he can’t hear how tight your voice is.

“Power must be down, seems like the back-up generator kicked in.” The agent shrugs, looking around the elevator as if something of use might be around. “It’ll prioritize the critical systems – so I’d guess lights, vending machines and elevators are not gonna be particularly high up on that list.”

“Wonderful.” You reply, breathily. It’s warm. Should it be warm? “Here, let me just…” Leon reaches over and gently tugs the box from your weak grip, no sign of surprise at the weight of it as he takes it. “We don’t know how long we’ll be in here, so let’s put this down.”

“No, I shou-“

“I promise I’m not going to try and read any of it.”

You watch him as he places it down, he’s sure to bend with his knees rather than his back, and tucks it into the corner under the button panel, out of the way. He stands back up to his full height, looking at you for a response, but all you manage is a shaky nod.

“Are you feeling okay?” “Y-yeah. Fine.” “Mm. Not a great liar.” He tilts his head, scanning you with his eyes once more. “What’s the matter?”   “I…” Another swallow in the hopes of your mouth not feeling so dry. “I don’t like elevators. Always take the stairs.” “Oh.” Not the answer he was expecting it seems. “Wait, why’d you get in, then?” “Well, er…” You hesitate again, how do you answer that? “You… You told me to.”

He can’t help the goofy smile that crosses his face. “Huh, that’s all it takes? Interesting. I’ll have to remember that.”

You’re about to ask him what that’s supposed to mean, the words just on the tip of your tongue when the elevator jerks and they turn into a shriek. It’s over before it even begins, really, but Leon’s reflexes now have you pressed up against the wall, his arms braced above your head to protect it from any sort of impact.

“It’s all right,” he says, softly. “I’m here, I’ve got you.”

Your heart is beating too fast, tears burn at your eyes at the fright. He’s so close, you can smell his cologne – musky, hints of vanilla – but this isn’t where you want to be having this moment.

“How about we sit down, huh?”

“I’m okay.” Your answer is breathy again, your chest feeling tight. Panting like you’d finished climbing up 12 flights of stairs.

“It’ll be more comfortable.”

“Don’t wanna…” You try and take a deep inhale, but it doesn’t seem to reach the bottom of your lungs. “Don’t wanna s-shake it.”

“You won’t.” He drops his arms from against the wall and instead grabs your hand, squeezes it in an attempt to ground you. “Trust me.”

You want to trust him, but the panic is too strong. This was such a bad idea, why did you do this?

“I…”

“We’ll do it together, okay?” He somehow coaxes you to shuffle forward and then slips in behind you, taking hold of your other hand. “Just lean against me and we’ll ease on down.”

Leon presses his chest firmly up against your back and you wonder if he can feel how hard your heart is beating. He wraps his arms around your waist next, meaning you’re hugging yourself in a way before he slides down against the elevator wall, bringing you down with him, onto the carpeted elevator floor. He thought it was a seamless maneuverer, but the way he’d felt your nails dig into his leather gloves from how tight your grip was, he knew you weren’t of the same opinion.

“There we go.” His thighs are spread either side of yours, now that you’re nestled inbetween his legs. “Worried you were gonna pass out – you’d gone really pale. Just sit here and concentrate on your breathing a minute, okay? Feel how I’m doing it.”

You close your eyes and try to concentrate on how he’s breathing, feeling his chest expand as he inhales, loudly and deliberately through his nose, holds the breath, then exhales heavily through his mouth, tickling the back of your neck.

You try and mimic him, get your inhales and exhales in sync and, slowly, the pressure begins to ease in your chest as you feel your breaths get deeper and deeper.

"Feeling a little better?”

His voice reverberates from his chest being pressed up against your back, feels comforting. “Yeah. Thank you.”

“Hey, don’t mention it. My fault you’re in here, after all.” He replies, gently. “I’m gonna move now, okay? Wanna check you’ve got the colour back in your cheeks.”

You nod, and he somehow manages to shuffle back and to the front of you with overly cautious movements – definitely for your benefit, ever the gentleman - withdrawing his legs into a crossed position and giving you a smile as he takes in your appearance. Being so fixed in his gaze makes your cheeks prickle with heat – maybe not the colour he’d hoped to be checking.

“Yeah, you’re looking better. Good.” He nods in affirmation, more to himself than you. “That noise – I think someone was trying to get the power back on, sounds like it only worked for a second before it could get going. The elevator’s not gonna fall.”

“How do you know?”

“I’ve had to disable some of them before – for work, I mean. They’re all equipped with multiple failsafe systems to prevent that exact scenario.”

“Disable them?”

“Just so they stop…” He gestures in a circle as he tries to find the words, “elevating, I guess, so I’m not pursued. Make ‘em take the stairs.”

“Ah, right.” You nod. “Wind them a bit.”

“Exactly. If you don’t mind me asking, you always been afraid of them?”

“No. Got stuck in one in an old apartment block years ago – it didn’t feel particularly modern. There were three of us – me and two drunk guys who kept jumping up and down, convinced that would make it move. The fire department got us out after two hours cos I had one of those… episodes. Haven’t been in one since.”

“Idiots.”

“They just kept laughing the more panicked I got. I felt so stupid.”

“Panic attacks are no joke. That box breathing always helps me if I feel on edge, though.”

“Yeah, that was really good.” You feel a shy smile creep over your face. “If I had to get suck in an elevator with anyone, I’m glad it was you.”

He practically beams. “Now I don’t feel quite so bad. I’ve gotta ask again though, you really got in here just because I said to?” He’s already seen you a panicking mess, so why not just be honest? “Your smile helped too.” “Well, consider me flattered.”

“It’s a nice smile…” You swallow, a little cautious of the next word. “Enticing.”

You swear you see a smidge of colour flush Leon’s cheeks then, but it must be a trick of the artificial lights. “Well, since we’re confessing – yours is too. That’s the real reason I was bothering Hunnigan. Wanted to see if I could win another.”

“You came to see me smile?” You’re definitely blushing now – cheeks prickling with the heat.

“Guilty. I don’t think you’d remember, but a week or so back I was having a real shitty day. Went to go debrief with Hunnigan and she wasn’t there, but you were. When I stormed in, you just gave me the best and most genuine smile I’d seen in days. Meant a lot.” He rubs the back of his neck, sheepishly.

You smile again, can’t help it, and he groans, jokingly. “Ugh, see? Not again – I don’t think my heart can take how sweet it is.”

You don’t know what to say to that but you’re excused when, suddenly, the lights transition overhead with a flicker from the emergency dulled tones to the standard, harsh fluorescent light and the elevator begins its smooth descent once more.

“Finally, huh?” Leon gets up easily to his feet and then offers you a hand.

“Yeah.” You accept it without hesitation, goosebumps prickling up your arm as he wraps his fingers around your hand and he pulls you up with ease. Slyly, his other hand now rests on the small of your back, drawing you in close…

The elevator dings, announcing its arrival on the ground floor and the doors slide open to reveal a maintenance worker, clad in blue overalls, waiting in the lobby. Leon draws back then, but still keeps his hand steady on your back.

“You two all right? Power-cut had rotten timing, I was gonna repair that emergency speaker tonight when most of the office was cleared out.”

“All good, thanks.” Leon bends down, picks up the box again without question and you follow him out of the elevator in pursuit, only to hear a cell begin to ring from his pocket. He balances the box with one arm – you’ve no idea how – and pulls out the device, frowning at the name on screen.

“Sorry, I’ve really gotta take this.” His brows furrow in annoyance. “You be okay with taking that downstairs?”

“Yeah, of course. I really should take it back now anyway, you know, just in case…” You trail off as he eases the box over to you, making sure you’ve got it properly before he lets go. “Thanks… for everything.”

“Pleasure was all mine.” He replies, sincerely, before reluctantly lifting the cell up to his ear.

“Kennedy.”

You leave him to his phone-call and head down the stairs for a thankfully unremarkable trip down to the vaults to replace the box back in its rightful place. It’d be a lie to say when you climbed back up to the lobby that you weren’t disappointed when there’s no trace of him to be found.

--

The next morning, after passing through the security check, you make your way down to the archive vault as usual, pressing your hand against the door panel to gain access. Sadly, you’ve still got a lot of work to do in the box you’d been working on yesterday, so you dutifully log its withdrawal in the computer system, and heave it up once more in your arms before heading out.

You only make it up one flight of stairs when you see him, leaned up against the stairway wall, one arm held against his chest whilst his other hand is holding his cell, squinting at some text. He looks up as you scuff your trainer on one of the steps and he smiles as you reach him, tucking his cell back away.

“Good morning.”

“Morning. What brings you here?” You curse inwardly. “I mean, not that it’s not a pleasant surprise, just…”

He waves it off. “I getcha. Well, I have some pretty good sway here, you know, so I’ve volunteered.”

“Volunteered for what?”

“Volunteered…” He steps forward and wraps his arms around the box, “..to be your stairs lackey.”

“Oh, no – it’s fine, honestly.” You feel flustered at the very idea. Leon’s one of the top, if not the top agent of the DSO. He can’t be doing manual labour for you, he shouldn’t. “You have so many better things to be doing. I can mana…”

“Please?” He tilts his head, gives you that enticing smile again. “I mean, I could just tell you,” – he teases – “but I thought I’d ask this time, so you’re sure.”

The smile makes you feel weak at the knees and you’d already proven yesterday you couldn’t resist its magic. “Okay. But you should definitely take the elevator then.”

“Uh-uh.” He shakes his head, taking the box into his arms. “It’s good cardio, got my weight-resistance. You’re practically doing me a favour by taking the stairs.”

“Is that so?”

“Mm-hm. Though,” he bites his lip in a pause, “I may have ulterior motives.”

“Right, and what would those be?”

“If I were to, say, visit the office around six tonight and carry this thing back down to the vault, maybe you’d go to dinner with me?”

God, you feel absolutely giddy - there’s no way you can hold back your smile. “I think that’s… acceptable.”

“Then we have a deal. Ladies first,” he nods with his head to up the stairwell.

“No, I… I think you should go first. Just so I can keep an eye on you on the way up. I’ve got to make sure you’re not sneaking a peek at the assets, you know?”

He quirks an eyebrow, you know he’s wondering what you’re thinking, but he shrugs it off all the same. “As you wish.”

And as you follow him up 12 flights of stairs, you slightly breathless and him seemingly fine, you can’t help but sneak a look at a different pair of assets before you.

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Of course I can, I do love me some Darry Smut since this man doesn't get the appreciation that he deserves.

Me + You = A New

Synopsis: Darry doesn't know what started this whole "I wanna baby" thing.. Probably just watching his girlfriend take care of the gang, the little mundane things she does for them... All he knows is that he wants to get her pregnant like, yesterday.

Tags/CWs: Smut, There's some plot here for once, breeding kink, Mommy kink(?), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), p in v, praise, pet names, allusions to breastfeeding kink (if you squint), fem reader, fluffy smut, set after the events of the book/movie.

AN: I should be writing my editorial for Journalism about the death penalty, but I'm writing smut. What does that say about my life?

(credit for the banner: @ioveartfilm)

"Pony, come on... Trigonometry is not that hard. Remember SOH CAH TOA. Sine is Opposite over Hypotenuse, Cosine is Adjacent over Hypotenuse, and Tan is Opposite over Adjacent." She explained gently as she sewed a button back onto Sodapop's shirt.

Darry watched from his chair, watching as she interacted with his younger brothers. Ponyboy was getting help from her as he did his Trigonometry homework and Sodapop was asking her for help repairing his work shirts. It was nice, but the house was missing something... Something that Darry wanted.

Kids.

That was what Darry wanted, more than anything. Darry wanted kids. It was either the thought of having kids with the women he loved, surrounded with the people he loved. Or... Maybe it was the thought of getting her pregnant, knowing it was his kid that she was carrying.

"You got it, Pony? You understand the assignment now?" She asked, her soft voice drawing Darry out of his breeding filled fantasy. She had just finished fixing Sodapop's shirt and she was now focused solely on helping Ponyboy with his homework.

Ponyboy nodded as she stood up and went to Sodapop and Ponyboy's room to put Soda's work shirt in their dresser. Leaving Darry to his thoughts and the quiet scratching of Pony's pencil against his paper. Sighing, Darry followed after her. He watched her as she handed Soda his shirt before turning to leave, ending up running into Darry's chest. "Darry, sweet heart, mind moving?" She smiled as she looked up at his face. God that smile, if they were to ever have kids... He'd want them to have her smile and his eyes. It was just a thought, but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted that to be a reality. "Yeah..." Darry nodded and stepped to the side, watching her head to the master bedroom to get into something more comfortable. Not even a moment later, he follows behind her, wanting to talk.

They had talked of kids before, of the future. Marriage was on the table, later down the line of course. Kids were in the fold, regardless of marital status. After all, they weren't struggling as much as they were when Ponyboy was in 9th grade. Maybe, just fucking maybe a bit of tongue work could work.

"Darry, what's on your mind? Since you walked through that door tonight, you've been watching me and the boys like a hawk. Is something wrong?" She spoke when she noticed him enter their room, her clothes already halfway to the floor.

Darry frowned as he sat down on the edge of their bed, watching her change. He couldn't say much with what his mind was thinking... Swollen breasts and a pregnant belly... Ah hell, won't kill me to tell her.

"I want kids, hon. I want to have a baby with you." He said after a minute. Making her stop in her tracks, her task of changing being forgotten. She looked over her shoulder and raised an eyebrow, asking him to explain.

Darry, ever the mature person, didn't know how to explain it better. So rather than taking a step back and coming up with a better way to talk about it, just spilt his guts. "I watch how you interact with the gang, my brothers, and your nieces. And fuck... It makes me think of how much we can have, the kids we could have."

Darry paused for a minute, watching her face before continuing. "I can't stop thinking about it. We're not struggling for money like we were when Pony was in 9th grade. We have the money and the though of seeing you holding our child just makes me feel happy."

"Well... That was out of left field, but I don't see why not. But are you sure you want this? I mean, kids are a big step in any relationship, take a lot of money, and take a lot of time. And while we aren't struggling, are you sure it's a good idea for our kids to be brought into the world while there's a war goin' on?" She pointed out, all things true.

Darry nodded his head as he leaned back on their bed, resting on his elbows. "I'm sure... I just wanna know if you want that, if you want a family with me." His voice was soft, a drastic difference than what he usually presented.

She shook her head and smiled before climbing onto his lap, just in her underwear and bra. "Darrel, you ain't gotta ask me twice." She whispered as she slowly pushed a hand under his shirt and splayed her hand against his muscles.

A smile slowly formed on his lips before he leaned up to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Soft slowly melted into desperation as his hands found the back of her neck to pull her closer. Darry licked her bottom lip and smiled as she opened her mouth to him.

And that's all it took for him. Desperation took root, tongues and teeth were added to the mix, hands roaming her bare body as she helped him take off his clothes.

"Shit... You look so sexy Darrel..." She whispered when she pushed him back, panting as her eyes wandered over the newly exposed skin, ripe for the marking. Dreams were short lived as Darry swapped their positions. Darry on top because he just couldn't let his chance slip through his fingers like sand in an hour glass.

"Not as sexy as you'll be.. 'm gonna make you a momma... You want that? You want to be swollen and filled with my babies?" He panted as he unbuckled his jeans, his cock already hard and leaking. The promise of getting her pregnant was just so tantalizing.

Darry didn't give her a chance to answer before he slipped a finger inside her, his thumb starting to rub circles on her clit. "Hell... I can imagine it right now, I can feel it in my soul that we're gonna have a daughter. Shit... You're soaked..." He rambled while still fingering her, adding another finger into the mix.

"Darry, just fuck me... Make me a mommy..." She whispered as she pulled him down by the back of the neck, whispering in his ear.

That was all he needed, knowing she needed this just as much as he did. Darry pulled his fingers out after he deemed her prepped enough. "Fuck... Gonna put a baby in you, gonna make you mine..."

Darry rubbed the head of his dick in her folds, his tip catching on her clit before he slowly sank inside her. He sighed as he was squeezed, enjoying this as he gently moved his calloused hands to her hips. Darry closed his eyes as he leaned forward and rested his head in the crook of her neck, biting down to muffle his groans of pleasure.

"Shit... Darry, move, please..." She whispered as she wrapped her legs around his waist, begging him to move as she slowly grinded up to get some stimulation. Darry, ever the gentleman, listened to her begging tone and started to slowly thrust.

His head remained on her shoulder, his hot breath and small words of praises fanning against her skin. "Damn babe... You look so pretty, feel even better..." Darry murmured as he slowly started to speed up.

"Can't wait for you to be swollen with my kids, everyone will know you're My. Girl..." Darry sighed as he pulled back to look at her, punctuating his words with a hard roll of his hips. "You'll be a pretty mommy, taking such good care of 'em.."

She smiled as she pulled him down for a kiss, using it to muffle her moans of pleasure. "Gonna be a good mommy..." She whispered against his lips while he slowly lost himself in the thought of getting her knocked up.

"Shit... Gonna cum..." She whispered after a particularly rough thrust against her g-spot, her clit rubbing against his taut muscles. Darry licked his lips as he sped up again, signaling that he was about to cum too.

"Fuck... Fuuck..." Darry moaned against her ear as he reached down to rub her clit, felling her clench around him the second he touched the bundle of nerves. "Mmph.... Come on pretty girl, cum for me..."

"Dar... Darry fuck... Darry!" She moaned against his lips, clenching around him as she came. Darry wasn't far behind her as he fucked his seed into her cunt, moaning softly against her skin before he relaxed.

"Holy shit..." Darry whispered as he calmed down, still holding her hips. "Round 2?"

[strawberrymochin]

Springtime Fushiguros♪

Context-: exploring the memories of childhood of fushiguros, marking the spring time of you and satoru gojo.

Basically im traumatized by all the stuff going on in jjk universe, so imma create my own happiness.

The pink cherry petals covered the grounds, sweet smell lingering in the air, distant laughs of some family echoed from the field you were wandering in, thinking about the reason, he might have called you here.

Satoru gojo, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer to be alive suddenly called you last night, after having months of no conversation. He said he needed a favour from you, what on the earth could it be?

It couldn't be related to any sorcery since you weren't in this field, atleast now you weren't. Moreover, he has the potential to wipe out an entire country with his limitless. He is the first member in his clan to inherit six eyes, his birth distorted the balance of the world. What favour would he need from someone like you?

Or maybe it's the higher ups!

Your eyes widened, chest tightened, almost struggling to take a proper breath at this thought. There's no way this would happen. You had been carefull. Carefull not to let it out.

'Sup!' your thoughts were cut short by the voice of the white haired guy, as you turned to face him. He was in his regular student uniform. Eyes as deep as the mysterious blue sea peeked from the sunglasses. He had a playful face as always, though you sensed something off in it and you knew what it was. Others might not notice but you do. You always have.

'I might not be much of help yk right?' you smiled a bit at him nervous at what demand he might make.

'Ahh, it's not something like that. I'm not forcing you, but—' his voice trails, maybe finding right words, 'I would like you to take care of someone.' He hesitated a bit, rubbing his hand on his neck, his eyes directed to a bench on the field.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Two kids. A glum faced boy, probably 5 or 6 years old, and a cute girl who seemed a bit older than the boy. They are probably siblings.

You should have known he was never yours.

'Zeni'ns.' he said fixing his sunglasses. The girl smiled a bit at you which you gladly reciprocated, while the guy refused to glance you a look. 'Umm, what did you say?' you asked again, not paying much attention before, busy observing the kids. (Not to mention your heart which was breaking in pieces)

'They are zeni'ns.'

'Zeni'ns?? They are not your kids?'

Gojo be like-: ಠಿ⁠ヮ⁠ಠ

'I'm 18. How could you expect me to have my own kids?' he said being sceptical.

A brief wave of relief washed your nerves. 'Oh' you couldn't help but let out a chuckle at your overthinking.

'They are Fushiguros—' gojo started to explain when, 'you just said that they were zeni'ns.'

'Would you lemme finish? They are basically toji's kids. He took in his late wife's last name.' a shudder ran through your spine at the mention of his name. How can he be so calm while talking about it?

He continued, 'Before his death, he mentioned about his kid, Megumi. Megumi fushiguro. The kid is about to be sold to the zenin clan.'

'But he's just a kid!'

'yeah, I don't think none of us would want that. So, i would take care of that and the financial support of both Megumi and his step sister Tsumiki fushiguro. But the problem is I won't be there all the time to look at them, as I'm continuously assigned with new missions.'

'So, you want me to supervise? I can do that, but I can't be much to prote—' he cuts off your words.

'Nah! Don't worry about that. I will protect the three of you. I want us to raise them together. While we date.'

You could believe your ears, when he said the last part. You had always liked satoru gojo, and once even drunk confessed him, embarrassing yourself to death. He never answered that though. Everything after that took a form of such stormy blunder. Satoru had to go through all those horrible situations, losing someone very close to him. A memory you hate and desperately want to trade. Everything fell apart and you all drifted away. And when you decided to leave, for everyone's safety including yours, satoru wasn't there.

'kk. I will help you raise them.' you gladly accepted, shooting a kind look at the kids. This was a dream come true to you. A family. You desired it desperately, wanting to have a family, ever since you lost yours.

'Thanks. Move in with me then.'

'Sure.' you smiled to yourself.

And that was the first time you saw Megumi and Tsumiki fushiguro, taking them in, staring your new life with Satoru gojo.

A new trail of memories are yet to be traced in the springtime of your life.

[avoxrising]

The Feral One • Ch 15

Finnick x Y/N

Series Masterlist Link

The plot thickens…

Content Warnings - Boggs kills the mood

“Do you really want me to?” he purrs, stepping closer to you. You were sitting on the edge of his bed, looking up at him mischievously.

“Well that depends,” you hum. “Do you love me?”

His lips are on yours before you know it. Despite being in love for years, this was the first time you’d had physical contact of this sort, and damn, you should have done this sooner. Why hadn’t you done this sooner?

He finally pulls away after a few moments, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Always,” he replied.

“Do you love me?” he asks, kissing along your neck.

“Yes idiot!” you exclaim. “Are you that oblivious?”

“You’ve been spending too much time around Johanna,” he laughs, giddy at your confession.

“Shut up,” you state, pulling his lips back onto yours.

His hands roam your waist as yours toy with the buttons on his jumpsuit. The moment heats up and you can tell where this is headed, but his watch buzzes, killing the mood.

“We’ll have to finish this later,” he sighs, checking his watch. “I’m needed in command before dinner and you are needed back in your room.”

“Ugh, fine,” you reply. “But we will be finishing this later.”

And finish it you did, spending the next afternoon making out on Finnick’s bed. He seemed hesitant, however, to take it any further with you.

“Why don’t you want to have sex with me?” you ask him as he pulls away again. He’s a bit shocked by your question.

“I just think it’s not something to rush into,” he explains. “And I didn’t think you wanted to because of what happened before.” You see him wince at the mention of this previous event which only confuses you more.

“What happened before?” you ask, sitting up.

“Your victory tour…” he replies. “The night in the capital.”

“We never had sex in the capital,” you tell him, still confused as to what he’s talking about.

“No we did not,” he confirms. “Do you seriously not remember?”

“I cannot think of anything you could be referring to,” you respond. You had no clue what he was talking about.

“Forget it then,” he says, trying to drop the subject. “I just don’t think we’re at that point yet.”

“Fine,” you pout. “What were you referring to though?”

“It’s nothing,” he says, shaking his head as he avoids eye contact. “It’s probably best not to remind you.”

He was jealous that you could forget the worst night of your life, while he had to constantly relive all of his.

“Finnick and I had the best idea!” you announce as you waltz into command, Finnick following behind you. The two of you had come to a sort of compromise last night that may fix your living situation.

“And what might that be?” Plutarch asks.

“So you won’t let us live together because we aren’t married, right?” you state. Coin mutters a quick “yes” before you continue. “And you guys need more stuff for your propos…”

The two adults just stare at you, unsure of what’s going to be suggested.

“So… we thought of a compromise,” you explain. “We will let you film a fake wedding of us here in 13 if you let us live together. It will not be legally binding but it can appear real enough on camera so people who see it outside of this bunker believe it.”

“What do you think?” Plutarch asks Coin.

“You two still wouldn’t be able to live together as you are not legally married in 13,” she states.

“Oh my god it’s not like we’re going to make any babies!” you exclaim, causing Finnick to cringe. “We literally just want to be roommates, like we have been for nearly 6 years.”

“I like the idea,” Plutarch shrugs, looking over at Coin. “It would definitely be good footage.”

“Fine but I have some caveats to the arrangement,” Coin relents. “Firstly, Miss Y/L/N must still attend regular checkups with our doctors as well as follow an assigned daily schedule like the rest of the district. Mr. Odair must actually follow his schedule and will commence combat training with the other victors.”

“Deal,” you smile.

The district is a buzz with the news of a wedding. You receive congratulations from many people, most of whom you’ve never met, and confused faces from the victors. They knew you two liked each other but what changed?

“You’re engaged?” Johanna asks, nearly choking on her water.

“Fake engaged,” you clarify. “We made a deal with Plutarch that he can film our fake wedding for a propo if Coin lets us be roommates.”

“I see,” Johanna sighs.

“Why don’t you guys just actually get married?” she asks. “It’s gonna happen with you two eventually.”

“Finnick doesn’t want to,” you reply. “He says marriage is something you do because you love someone, not because you want to be roommates.”

“Ugh men,” she groans. “You mean to tell me he doesn’t realize that the two of you are in love?”

“No we’ve established that already,” you explain. “He just doesn’t want to rush into anything.”

“What do you want?” she asks.

“Him,” you respond. “He’s being weird though. The other day I asked him why he didn’t want to do anything past making out with me and he said it’s cause of my victory tour but literally nothing out of the ordinary happened on my victory tour so I’m super confused and he wouldn’t explain it to me and told me to drop the subject.”

Johanna looks at you in shock and you can’t help but get the feeling that everyone knows something you don’t.

“Do you have any idea what he’s talking about?” you ask her.

“Uh if you don’t remember then I don’t think I should remind you,” she responds. Before you can ask her what the hell everyone was hiding from you she suddenly turns serious.

“What did they do to you in the capital?” she asks. “Like what did your treatment include?”

You are a bit taken aback by her change in subject but respond anyways.

“They, um, would take me to a room down the hall and make me sit down in a chair while they gave me some medications,” you respond. “They said they had been recently approved by the capital to treat ptsd and other illnesses I was suffering from. The medicine would make me super sleepy but outside of that I felt fine. I can’t exactly pinpoint when it started working but I know that once it did I felt so much better that I had ever have before.”

“Did they tell you what was in the medicine?” Johanna asks, concerned. “Or what it was called?”

“Nope,” you shrug. “I questioned it at first but after a few dosages I stopped questioning what I was taking because it made me feel better.”

“I think you should tell your doctor about the medicine and treatment,” Johanna tells you. “Something doesn’t feel right.”

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[xreaderbooks]

Reward | Leo Valdez

Summary: Reader has had enough to worry about without her boyfriend coming to ask her for help with a homework assignment.

based on this request

Warnings: Language, Aged-up, fluff, making out like constantly, very slight angst, readers bad at math (cuz i'm bad at math and i cant fake it for the fic)

Word Count: 1.8k

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"You want me to help you?" A quizzical look befell your face as you look up from your spot under the shaded tree. You sat by the edge of the lake, you were taking a quick break hiding from the younger campers who wanted to train with you as you were a crowd favorite with the new arrivals. You just needed a recharge, a moment away from the energy that overexerted you. "Of all people?"

Leo rolled his eyes, "Who else?"

You snorted, "Cabin 6 is that way." You pointed and nodded your head in the direction of the Goddess of Wisdom's cabin, filled with the brightest minds and much better options to help Leo with his current request.

"C'mon baby, please?" Your boyfriend pouted and lowered his chin to gain your favor with his golden brown eyes that, you were afraid to admit, made you weak. 

"But I'm tired and I want to take a nap, using my brain will probably kill me at this point." 

He knelt with outreached hands, you allowed him to hold both of your palms in his own, you should have known better. He used his strength to pull you up from the ground and brought you to his chest, his hands settled on your hips. 

Instinctively you looped your arms around his neck and rolled your head to the right, tilted perfectly for him to mold his lips to yours. And he did, pecking chaste kisses onto your lips, pleading with you to join him in Bunker 9.

"I suppose I could be persuaded," You nudged your nose against his. 

~~~

The moment you arrived inside the bunker and saw his work table, normally filled with scattered tools and mechanical pieces that were in the process of being fixed or tweaked, was now littered with papers. 

Leo's homework was divided into five different sections that had their respective piles. "By some miracle, I finished everything else, now all I'm missing is this." He reveals papers that were held behind his back.

"Math." You skim the equations on the document in your hands, nothing on this page was anything you would be able to help him with. 

The smirk on his face made you glare at him and fold your arms stubbornly, "Yup," Leo rolled two chairs over to the desk that felt like your new timeout spot. 

"Honestly, I feel like I shouldn't be subjected to torture because you decided to take courses over the summer." 

"What happened to 'you die, I die'?" He reiterated the phrase you had spoken to him as a sort of mantra during the war. Your jaw dropped at the use of them being thrown back in your face and quickly shut it close. 

"In the face of war!" You exclaimed and shrugged it off, "Just for that, you can die alone."

"I did, it wasn't my vibe," He twirled a strand of your hair, and let it fall back into place, stepping back with a hand on his hip leaning the other on the table. "Aren't you testy today?"

"It's been a day, the kids were hard to gather and once I had them riled up they wanted to learn this specific trick they've seen me do but how many times can I let them down gently and tell them they need to learn the basics- drills that they've repeated hundreds of times, that some still aren't getting and will possibly die if they get caught by a monster if they don't get-" You inhale deeply, "So what do I do? I let them learn the hard way to get it through their heads that it's not as simple as it looks and I've only managed after years of fucking practice. And you know what?"

"What?" You wanted to smack the amused smirk off of Leo's pretty face. 

"They didn't pick it up like I knew they wouldn't, now they hate me but still wanna train with me because they still want me to teach them. My body is sore, I'm tired and I hate you for making me do homework," You pout. 

He approaches you with caution, slowly caressing your cheeks in his hands, he presses his lips against yours that were currently being smushed together by his hands. It was a quick but meaningful kiss, only for him to say "I'm going to fail if I don't get this done."

"Leo!" You push him away from you. "What the hell do you mean, you're going to fail, you've been cooped up in here all summer!"

A sheepish smile and pink-dusted cheeks appear at your sudden outburst, he chuckles nervously knowing he just put the cherry on top of your already bad day. "I've been behind on a couple of assignments and I've finished most of them already, I'm mostly caught up"

"Mostly?" You were going to strangle him. You haven't spent much time together lately because of his homework. He decided to take summer classes to get ahead, and he's been busy ever since. You were constantly teaching the younger campers, and helping out around camp, whether in the infirmary or setting up activities to keep busy and you loved it but you missed your boyfriend. 

"But Nyssa had this project she'd been working on and I couldn't help it."

You rolled your eyes and sighed, you couldn't be upset with him- not completely, you understood how hard it was for Leo to stay focused on a task that wasn't something he could physically tinker with, but there had been moments where you wanted to just be with him in his presence and you stopped yourself from going to him knowing that you'd only be a distraction. 

"I promise this is the only one left," He takes your hand and leads you to sit on a chair then sits in another one next to you. 

"I'm so annoyed with you right now," You snatch the paper and look over the equations. 

An hour and a half into the 50-question work packet, you and Leo moved to the mattress lifted by wooden pallets used for shipping crates. 36 out of 50 equations were done, with work shown, Leo had barely any trouble working on it as he was naturally good with numbers you weren't sure you were needed at all. 

You solved a couple for him when he got bored and started leaving trails of kisses from your cheek to your neck and shoulder, you were sure the answer was right and took a break, though when he pulled out of his dazed and loving state he looked over it and kissed you deeply.

"What was that for?" You asked in a whisper. 

"A reward," He held your chin with his forefinger and thumb, pecking your cheek. "For helping me with my homework."

"Well, if I don't help you get this done, who will?" 

"Malcolm and I are pretty tight," Leo has a deep stare on your lips, his thumb swipes your swollen bottom lip. "You've also got eight of them wrong, Mi Amor." 

"I did nine of them," You did the math- that you weren't good at in your head, piecing together that you indeed sucked. "Why'd you ask me to help you, if you knew that I couldn't do math."

"I wanted to be around you, it's been a while since we've been alone." He toys with the bracelet he gifted you on your first anniversary, five charms for the five years you've been together since you confessed your feelings at age 17 after the war ended. You met at age 15 when Annabeth brought him to camp, and the rest is history. 

"I'm still annoyed at you, you know, just because I've let you kiss me a couple of times doesn't mean-" He cuts you off with another kiss like earlier, catching you off-guard, intense and full of feeling. You immediately kiss back, not having the willpower to not, succumb to the charms he begrudgingly has on you. 

You deepen the kiss by entangling your hands in his hair pulling his impossibly closer, it was a synchronized dance at first, the years of being used to the pattern of each other's kiss being shown in the heavy minutes of your mouths moving together in passion. It soon became heated, teeth clashing, tongues moving sloppily, mouths chasing each other after breaking apart two seconds at a time for breath. 

Leo gently laid you on your back, breaking apart to take off his shirt, the moment it slipped off you brought him down to you, he fit perfectly between your legs. You gasp at the sensation of him grinding against you. He parts his lips from yours, to which you whine softly. He licks a stripe from your neck to your jaw and sucks until he's satisfied with the way you sigh and rock your body up and clutching onto the blades on his shoulders on his back. 

He repeats licking, sucking, and kissing soft kisses as an apology for the spots he bit until you were sore.

You pull away from him and flip your bodies so that you are on top, you grab his wrists and pin them to the top of the pillows to see his reaction and wanting to be in control for a while. You gave him the same treatment and brought your body lower so that you could kiss all over his chest and back up. 

You sat up to breathe fresh air, straddling him and releasing his hands only for him to intertwine his hands with yours and play with your fingers. He bucks his hips up playfully, and you jump slightly, your eyes widen for a second, and your lips turn up in a grin. 

"You've gotten better at not... you know," You hint at the control Leo's gained with his fire powers. Heated makeouts like this were often interrupted by the smell of smoke or his skin feeling feverish. 

He lets go of your hands and places his larger hands on your hips, you ignore the butterflies that flutter in your heart and stomach at the way he rubs up your waist and hips. "My hair was steaming earlier, I was hoping you didn't notice, thankfully you didn't or this would've been awkward."

"It's not awkward when that happens Leo, it's a little funny, to be honest, part of the reason why I love you." You tell him earnestly, "Nothing's awkward with you, you're my best friend." 

"I love you," Leo responds with unwavering eyes on yours. "I'm sorry for the time we lost."

"It's okay, we were just making up for it." 

~~~

holy gods, I haven't read this series in forever 

I feel like it's a crime to admit I haven't read the new book yet, i'm rereading the series and waiting for the episodes to come out before i watch the show so im going in timeline order... just wanted to let y'all know. oh, and also i haven't fully read the trials of apollo which i know has info on where the HoO people are at in their lives that i'm not aware of...

[kraro-school-life]

✦ 17. 11. 24 ✦ 📓 ✦ Sunday ✦

Yesterday I legit sat the whole day and worked on my art assignment. And I loved it. I had to finish it this morning but I am so proud of it!! It´s a comic about me on our art class Venice trip (that was kinda the task).

But today... I have to say, my blog name is not made up and actually spot on. Because HOW did I manage to start and finish my philosophy homework the last minutes I planned for studying today??? I do is subconciously, it´s crazy! It makes me not want to try and change, because why fix something that works?? But I really should...

Oh, and reminder to everyone who needs it (after me): Wash your hair. The world will not feel like it´s falling apart after you have clean hair. trust.

Okay so now a longer update about school in general (Studying, exams, routine, etc.):

I love studying so much. I actually love to learn new shit and RIGHT NOW I am even excited about exam prep. I am aware, that it´s because I haven´t yet started, but I will from tomorrow on. Now I don´t have any test coming up soon, so I don´t have excuses anymore. I somewhat got a plan of what I need to do and decided that I will change my method slightly. But more about that later.

Now, for that to work I have a few challenges I need to overcome. I even had some today that I indetified:

-> mindless screen time: Even right now! Even right now I am twitching for my phone. Why? Simple - to procrastinate. Because I don´t have a problem with watching content I actually want to watch (Rip Mumbo in wild life yesterday). I more so feel like it has become a habit to scroll just to pass the time. Which is not optimal. I lose time, but I also just feel like shit afterwards. Lose lose situation. Ugh. How do I not do that?

have all kinds of tasks to do: big middle and small to choose instead of being overwhelmed with the big ones and scrolling instead.

just lay on the ground. Just lie down and after a moment you will be ready again, intead of entering the famous hole of the rabbit (that was supposed to be funny, it wasn´t)

Just plan more and make yourself deadlines.

Have a reminder that says all of this.

If anyone has read this far which i doubt, and has useful tips, pls tell me! Asks are always open <3

-> tiredness: planning will help with that so that my tasks will be sorted accordingly (I do sleep enough).

-> routine: I tried so may times already, but it will not stop me from trying again. I will do it :) (well..)

I probably have more to say but I need to go to sleep now. Goodnight!!

[cursingtoji]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 — 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥!𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

part 2 of Sweet Sacrifice

summary: Chainsaw man universe where humans can form contracts with devils in exchange of sacrificing something valuable.

cw: chainsaw man spoilers (anime only), self insert into csm canon, reader is in love with Aki, dub-con, heavy oral (f -> m), deep throat. choking, bruises, spit, failed attempt of masturbation, Sukuna has a normal human form (at least for now), reader goes into Sukunas domain, as per the last chapter reader is a virgin 4k words.

note: this was very fun to write, quick info… for reasons of “just cause” himeno is not into aki in this series. also i have plans for the next chapters but feel free to speculate

After the last mission with Aki you felt like everyone at the public safety building looked at you weirdly, like they were trying to understand how a not so skillful hunter finished a strong devil by herself.

Aki thankfully taught you to not share too much about your devils and the contracts, so you knew how to defend yourself if anyone asked you about Sukuna.

“Makima-sama wants to see us” Aki said, joining your walk.

“Great” you mumbled ironically but followed him anyway.

Aki knocked and you heard Makima calling you in.

After a quick greeting she started asking about the report from your previous assignment together. You haven’t read it before Aki submitted it so you allowed him to confirm the information.

“...So you summoned Sukuna with a cursed word and he appeared beside you?” Makima asked you directly.

That was not what happened. Sukuna took your body. Aki would not lie about this, but you know the actual truth is not what he would’ve written as well. Having Sukuna taking control of your body was a huge risk for the public safety, the type of risk that could get you executed like a devil.

“Actually—“ he started.

“I’m not asking you” her eyes did not leave yours.

“No, my contract with Sukuna allows me to use his strength as it was my own, he does not manifest physically as another entity. If Hayakawa wrote that, my apologies, he was hurt and probably confused, I should’ve explained better” you took the fault knowing that Aki did not write what Makima said.

“Very well” she seemed pleased with your answer and you could hear Aki exhaling relieved, “What did Sukuna take?” the question got you in alert mode. That was your superior asking. What should you say? Would she know if you lie?

“Makima-sama, with all due respect, I don’t think she needs to disclose that information” your eyes widened, you never saw him standing up for Makima like that.

“It’s nothing that’s gonna be missed,” you added, not wanting Aki to suffer any consequences.

“Fine, congratulations y/n, thanks to your new contract you have an offer to join the 3rd division.”

“What?” Aki and you said at the same time.

Makima slid an envelope to you.

“They need an answer till the end of the week, you may go now. Hayakawa you stay” you bowed, still a little confused and left the room not without exchanging a look with Aki, “Leave the door open” she ordered.

On your way out you saw a blond kid waiting outside, upon hearing Makima's voice he quickly fixed his posture and entered the room.

You haven’t even taken the offer and Makima was already replacing you as Aki’s partner. Bitch.

You went back to your desk, and found that week’s patrol shift. Today you were by yourself, patrolling a chill area and replying to the radio channel which the local police uses to call for public safety back up.

You sighed, knowing this day was gonna be long and boring. Leaving the building, you decided to walk to your area, using a path Aki and you would always take. Before you got to your destiny, something drew your attention to an alley. It was the middle of the day, you doubted a devil could be there, either way you carefully approached the source of the noise and recognized Aki’s voice.

Hiding behind an irregular wall you listened to the conversation. You couldn’t see them without them seeing you, but it was obvious he was beating the shit out of someone, you assumed it was the skinny boy from before.

“Makima-san is not the kind of woman a punk like you should be chasing” followed by the indistinguishable sound of fist hitting a face.

“Sounds to me you like her too” the boy replied. You felt your heart sinking.

Why was Aki defending Makima? So what if that newbie wanted to be her new dog? To hell both of them…

But why does Aki have to get involved? You wanted him to defend your honor and only you—

What honor?

You heard that familiar and yet strange voice inside your head.

You swallowed your shame and left the alley, wanting to focus on anything but Aki.

It’s not like you could have him anyways.

“You greedy asshole” Denji kicked Aki’s balls once again, “I saw you partner, what else do you want, huh?” he kicked again, “You get to hang out with a hot chick like that everyday and you’re giving me shit for wanting the same with Makima? Fuck you” before he could give another kick he saw Aki wasn’t getting up, “Shit”.

Two days later, when the sun was setting you ran into Aki when you were leaving a house after finishing executing a small devil. He was talking to the cops outside.

“Hey, I beat you on this one” you smiled at him.

“I heard you replying the call on the radio” he defended, “Just wanted to come by in case…”

“In case what? In case I couldn’t handle it? Please, that devil was the size of a pigeon” you made a sign to the cops that it was done.

“So, do you miss me already?” you teased him.

“In comparison to those two I miss you every hour of the day” he threw that statement unbothered, it was enough to make some blood rush to your face.

“That’s right, you have a fiend now as well” you giggled imagining how Aki dealt with the fiend, he confirmed with a grumpy face.

“Have you accepted the offer?” he asked.

“Oh I forgot about it” indeed you haven’t even opened the letter yet, “I’ll take till the end of the week.”

“Why?”

“I’m just not thrilled to work with a bunch of freaks.”

“That's basically what division 4 is now” you laughed and he smiled.

“They are living with me, you know” Aki picked up a cigarette and lit it up, you watched waiting for him to continue, he took a long drag and extended the cigarette to you, “Power, the fiend and Denji, the Chainsaw”.

“Chainsaw huh…” you wondered, “Why though?”

“Makima-sama asked me to” you felt that weird tightening in your stomach again.

“You’re an idiot.”

“I guess I am.”

Since you haven’t given an answer to the offer yet, Makima put you with division 4 on a mission the next day to recover a piece of the gun devil in a hotel. There you got to meet the new members and saw your senpai, Himeno.

“They don’t look so bad” you whispered to Aki, he even got the devils to call him senpai… after a bribe but whatever works.

“Give it some time.”

During that week so far you have been feeling weird, ever since that night with Sukuna actually, if you can even call it that. Every night after a stressful work day you recalled that event, silently expecting him to show up again, but nothing. So you managed to drift your focus to something else, by now that tactic has only made you more and more horny.

“…will give you one as well” your attention was drawn back to the current situation when Himeno said your name and put an arm around your shoulders.

“What?” the team was looking at you weirdly, especially the Chainsaw boy, “I’ll give a what?”

“A kiss to whoever defeats the devil.”

“Not a chance.”

Denji started to talk about how he already decided who he’s gonna kiss.

“…when it comes to sex stuff it feels way better when its with two people who get each other.”

You couldn’t hold back a scoff/laugh, it was automatic given the situation you were in, no one seemed to have noticed your reaction but when your eyes met Aki’s looking at you weirdly you decided to put an end to that subject, Himeno seemed to have convinced Denji anyways.

“Let’s go” you called and all of you entered the building. The rookies leading the way meanwhile the three of you stayed a bit behind.

You let your thoughts wander, thinking about what sex would feel like with Sukuna.

Next time I won’t be so good.

That’s what he said last. You have no idea what he meant by that, or what to expect next, but something made you think you were gonna find it out soon enough.

A couple minutes later chaos seemed to have taken over, power killed an ugly fucking walking head, then you all got stuck inside the 8th floor, Kobeni was crying and trying to drink toilet water, Denji was sleeping like a baby. After looking around you gave up trying to find a way out and simply layed on a bed in an empty room.

“Could’ve been worse” you murmured to yourself. You seem to have all this time and nothing to do.

The bed was pretty comfortable… your core still burned, would it be too bad if…?

You slowly brought your hand down your uniform till your finger found your clit over the material of your trousers.

You sighed, felt good, you needed some release. You closed your eyes, circling that spot and thinking of that night when Sukuna had control, but instead you imagined Aki to be one touching you and—

“AARGH” you screamed louder than you should’ve, a sudden sharp pain in your lower lips had taken you off guard. When you looked down you found Sukuna’s mouth in your palm “Did you fucking bite me?!” you accused. He clearly bit you through the pants.

“When I told you I was gonna be the only one touching I meant it, not even you can touch yourself got it?”

“That’s ridiculous I—“ your left hand seemed to have transformed into his again, bigger with sharp black nails, he went straight for your neck, choking you.

Down the hall you heard Aki calling your name, he probably heard your scream and was now opening every room to find you.

You panicked, not wanting him to find Sukunas hand around your neck.

“Sukuna” you begged.

“That’s not my name.”

“M-master please…”

“Say you won’t do it again” his grip tightened, cutting your breath, Aki’s voice was closer.

“I— won’t— I p-promise” you chocked out.

Right when he let go of you and you gained the control of your hand back again Aki barged in.

“What’s wrong?” he rushed to your side on the bed, putting his hands on your shoulders to take a look at your face while you coughed.

You managed to come out with a lie about having a nap then waking up from a nightmare and choking with nothing. He didn’t seem to believe it but didn’t ask anymore questions thankfully.

“I need smoke” he got up from the bed, “Come” and took your hand making you go with him.

You hated to lie to Aki, it was necessary, but whenever you felt his skin touch yours like that you almost felt like giving up on everything, on Sukuna, on being a hunter…

“Himeno-senpai, do you have any cigarettes left?”

“I want one too” you added

“Sorry, that’s the last one,” she replied.

Both you and Aki asked for it, Himeno gave him first then he gave you. You realized how close you were to each other’s faces when Denji screamed “indirect triple kiss!” you giggled while Aki told him to shut it.

More time had passed, you have no idea what time it is but you really wished you had taken a nap. Now, Himeno, Aki and you were lying on the hall facing the huge disgusting blob the devil had become.

Himeno asked Aki if he had a plan, he always had a plan, but this time the only thing you were certain of was not killing Denji since that’s what the devil wanted.

“I’ll use the sword” your heart skipped a beat, you quickly protested it as well as Himeno.

“I’ll use Sukuna first” you argued.

“Who? What’s that?” Denji asked.

“That’s one of the devils I have a contract with—“ you started to explain but Aki cut you off.

“He’s not gonna be useful here. If that thing doesn’t have any weakness there’s nothing Sukuna can do.”

“Oh and what can your sword do?” his words made your blood boil, was he trying to underestimate your contract with Sukuna? Underestimate you?

“Oi, no fighting” Himeno interrupted, but before you could continue Aki got up, taking you with him by your arm before the devil moved in your direction, then you were running.

Fuck, you needed to do something.

The whole floor starts to bend in the devils direction, you found a stable place in one of the rooms, Kobeni was screaming about throwing Denji to the devil.

“I’ll use the sword” Aki said and you got the cursed word to summon Sukuna on the tip of your tongue.

“I’m not gonna do it” he said from inside your head.

Fucker.

“Himeno” you warned her, Denji was not about to become devil food, but you also didn’t want Aki to lose years of his life by using the sword.

“Die!” Kobeni screamed and ran towards Denji with a knife.

“Enchain” you called.

You lost consciousness for no more than 5 seconds, but when you came back Kobeni was on the floor, a bloodied knife beside her and—

“Aki” you whispered nothing but the pool of blood coming out of him “Sukuna… what the fuck”.

“You called too late little hunter, that was not our deal, you’re gonna pay for it” he replied in that voice only you could hear.

You kneeled beside Aki while he defended Denji and Power tried to manipulate his blood, when she touched him he flinched and reached for the closest thing that happened to be your hand.

Himeno was freaking out, the Kobeni again, until Denji got up.

“If I manage to kill this fucking devil, I still expect to get that kiss” he screamed at Himeno but looked at you too before explaining his plan. That boy was deranged, but you liked him.

So long have passed, Denji was still slicing the eternity devil, Power really seemed to have stopped Aki’s bleeding, you managed to not fall sleep while laying beside him, you wanted to make sure he was still alive, so you keep waking yourself up.

“Hey” he murmured, “you have awful eye bags.”

“I would punch you if you weren’t stabbed” you murmured back. He adjusted himself getting closer to you, he was pale but not as much as when he got hit by the knife, “I’m glad you’re okay” you placed your head on his shoulder.

“Can he hear us talking?” he whispered.

“Who?”

“Sukuna” you looked up.

“I don’t think so” you replied, Sukuna only seemed to be around when you were by yourself or in a stressful situation.

“I saw him” Aki moved some hairs away from your face, “When you said the word, I saw your features change, your eyes got darker, he didn’t do anything, but he smiled when I got stabbed, you smiled…” your eyes widened.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve done something myself” your heart broke, Aki sounded so fragile.

“It’s okay, I’m fine” he placed his arm on your shoulder, resting his cheek on your forehead, “Can you promise me something?”

“Maybe, what?”

“If you don’t feel safe with Sukuna, terminate the contract.”

Safe…

“I’ll think about it.”

Thankfully Denji was right, he managed to defeat the devil by himself, freeing everyone else from the 8th floor. While Power was holding Aki on her back, you approached Denji.

“You must be exhausted,” you murmured.

“It’s not so ba—“ you gave his cheek a peck when he wasn’t looking at you directly.

“Well, you deserved it so…” before you finished he fell backwards, but Himeno got him when he was about to hit the floor.

“Let’s get them to the hospital” Himeno said and you agreed.

With Aki and Denji spending the night in the hospital for observation, you decided to go back home and check on them the next day.

Home seemed to embrace you when you arrived, finally having your own food and a decent shower.

After a long time washing your body and hair you stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around you, but the second your toe touched the ground you heard a voice

“Enchain”.

And everything around you changed like you were transported somewhere else.

“What the…” it seemed like a dark cave, looking down you seemed to be standing on a wet floor, was that blood? It didn’t smell like blood, although the place looked like it was rotting it didn’t smell like anything weird. There were bones around, piles of them, and a huge spine above you.

“Don’t look around without permission” you heard him again, behind you.

“You—“ when you turned around you met his naked chest.

Only then you realized you haven’t seen Sukuna in a human form since your contract, you forgot how tall he was. He was wearing a white robe, tied around his waist, from that point up his torso was exposed, black lines adorning it.

You took a step back, raising your head to look at his face, he had an obnoxious smile and a look of superiority.

“Where the fuck am I?”

“In my domain, basically in my mind” he turned around and sat down on a throne made of bones.

“That explains why this place is so creepy... How do I get out?”

“You can’t until I say so.”

“Suk—“ you rolled your eyes and was about to say his name in a very disrespectful tone until you met his serious face, “What do you want?”

“Do I have to remind you of our deal? You said Enchain, now you gotta pay.”

“You did nothing” you crossed your arms, “I may have said it but you failed to keep your word.”

“Watch your mouth, hunter. Contracts have power, if I hadn’t held my end of the deal I would’ve suffered the consequences, but here we are. If that dumb head of yours wasn’t so busy thinking about getting fucked you would’ve realized that was nothing for me to do in that situation”

You opened your mouth to argue back, but quickly realized you were in no position to do so.

“Whatever, let’s get this over with” with that he pulled the only thing that was covering your body, the white towel, and threw it away.

You attempted to cover yourself, but he pushed your shoulders down until you fell on your knees in front of his throne.

“Sukuna, not here” whatever was under the wet ground was rough on your knees, and the whole setting made you uneasy. All the skulls laying around seemed to be watching you.

“I said I wasn’t going to be good, especially after you misbehaved so badly earlier. Tell me, little hunter, have you used that mouth of yours to something other than pointless arguments?” Sukuna leaned back on the throne, spreading his thick legs and undoing the knot on his robe. The angle you were in gave you a pretty good look on what you were going to be working with.

If there was a source of light behind Sukuna you would have his dick casting a shadow on your entire face.

“Sukuna…” you called his name in scared tone, all your confidence fading out as you noticed from up close the thick veins.

“Do I really have to teach you everything?” he pulled away from the throne backrest getting closer to you, roughly taking your wrist and turning your palm up.

When you met his eyes he had a mischievous look, he snorted leaving you wondering what about your expression he found funny.

Then he spited in your palm and made you wrap it around his length.

You couldn’t help but gasp, such a dirty act and still your thighs were pressed together as hard as you could to get some friction on your core.

You had no idea what the average size was, but Sukuna was definitely above that. Your fingers weren’t even close to touch, how were you supposed to…?

“Come closer” he spread his legs, Sukuna was back to his original position, back against the rest, looking down at you like you were a bug. You noticed the frown was gone, like he was more relaxed.

You obeyed, moving more into the middle of his legs your face now just inches from his dick.

His hand guided yours up, stopping before the head and going back down encouraging you to squeeze his base, his chest was rising faster as you learned the way he liked it. You approached the dark red tip, giving it a kitten lick to test waters, a satisfied groan from the devil made your face heat up.

“Don’t be shy” he placed his hand on the back of your head, pushing you down his hard cock as you put your hands on his thighs for support.

Sukuna pulled you back before he hit the back of your throat, when your lips reached his tip you sucked it and felt his hand closing and pulling your hair.

“Liked the taste?” he teased. You would never admit it out loud… but you did. The bitterness of it and his scent made you high.

Being a virgin you didn’t expect a cock to be so hot. Literally. You felt your cheeks burn just being this close to his hot skin.

Your tongue traced the underside of his length, the warmest point of him. Out of curiosity you reached for his balls too, they ehere even hotter and so heavy.

Sukuna adjusted his hips, tilting it a little but enough to make you gag on it.

“Open wider” his rough hand held your face, index and tumb forcing the sides of your jaw to stretch more. It hurt, you wined, sinking your nails on his thigh, “Relax…”

You’ve read porn before, you know what you’re supposed to do, in theory.

“I need to buy cigarettes, you can wait here” Aki told you when you reached a convenience store.

“I’ll go in with you” you replied, while Aki went to the counter you walked to where the maganize were. You picked the newest edition of a popular one, flipping through it you found an interesting article. It was a reader question for the recurring sexologist. My husband never comes when I suck him off, what should I do to improve my head game?

You brought the magazine closer, not fully reading the answer but just scanning your eyes over the words that stood out the most.

Create a vacuum by pursing your lips… focus on the frenulum… suck the balls… swallow when it reaches the back of your—

“You buying this?” Aki was suddenly beside you, your head was basically inside the magazine, thankfully shielding the content.

“No, there’s nothing good” you closed it quickly and put it back.

You should’ve come back for that.

Taking a deep breath you tried to relax your throat as Sukuna applied pressure to the back of your head, as soon as his thickness reaches the very back of your throat your eyes fill with water.

“That’s it, choke around my cock, little hunter. Allow me to bruise that throat of yours” he thrusted his hips and you realized you have almost no control over it anymore, just to surrender to the situation. A mixture of liquids accumulated on your chin, almost dripping.

Sukuna loved this more than he should, you looked so helpless. But those eyes didn’t deceive him, he could see the lust, the hazy look and your delicate hand under his balls told him the secrets you didn’t.

“You’re such a whore, you know that?” you swallowed, “You know why?” he bent, one hand still on the back of your head and the other around your neck, he pushed you until your lips were amost at his base. All the heavy meat of his cock down your throat.

Your teary eyes tried to look up at him, the hand on your neck closed around it, Sukuna could feel his own shape there. You eyes widened realizing you could barely breath.

“Because good girls don’t take dick like this” he trusted a few more times until you felt it twitch, your hair was aggressively being pulled but the hand around your neck kept you in place while he shot hot loads down your mouth.

“Eat it” he commanded and you obeyed, shutting your eyes and swallowing it, although it was a lot.

Sukuna pulled you away, mesmerized by the string of cum and saliva connecting your mouth to his cock.

You inhaled for the first time since this started but soon began to cough, your jaw ached and your legs were numb beneath you.

“Monster” you managed to murmur in a extremely husky voice.

“Please” he was catching up his own breath, through blurry eyes you could see his abdomen was sweaty, his thigh was trembling. Sukuna bent, supporting his elbows on his knees to get really close to your messed face, his huge hand approached your face and out of reflex you fliched, but with a delicacy you would never expect he removed the strands of your hair that got caugh in your wet face. The sudden act made your face soften, he ran a thumb over your swallowed lips, rubbing the saliva off, he looked at you with a proud smirk. You felt vulnerable at that moment, his eyes didn't seem dangerous, and he was so close you couldn’t help but close your eyes and reach for a kiss.

You found nothing.

Opening your eyes again you saw the tiles of your bathroom, finding yourself naked on the floor. Droplets of your wet hair ran down your back, you took your towel off the floor and wrap it around your shoulders and attempted to get up, groaning from the pain on your knees. The groan scratched your sore throat and you started to cough again, moving to the sink you lowered your head trying to get some water but the image in the mirror scared you. There was a clear imprint of a hand around your neck, you traced it in shock. You thought about what to say tomorrow at work, should you wear a scarf?

But the most important question was: how deeply involved were you with Sukuna now that he had literally marked you?

[akaakeis]

how was your day? — h. iwaizumi

"'cause i miss all the f*ck ups we've had 'cause even then, you're still the best that i've had."

synopsis - y/n and iwaizumi are childhood... sweethearts, if that's what you can call it. they spent the majority of junior high together, and they loved one another. that was, until they grew apart. iwaizumi and y/n are now third years at seijoh and have suddenly reunited.

wc :: 845 (๑-﹏-๑)

tried to make this gn!reader but when i started out i accidentally defaulted to f!reader i tried to fix it but i may have missed a couple things oops... didn't proofread sorry ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

notes//cw :: obviously based off of beabadoobee's 'how was your day?' — iwaizumi is lowkey yearning for y/n, hes probably really ooc IM SORRY. THIS IS MY FIRST FIC GUYS please be kind idk what im doing ૮꒰っ˕‹̥̥̥ ꒱ა , literally taking this idea AND RUNNING because i was trying to figure out what i should post and honestly this is all i could think of

the bell rings, and class is dismissed for the day. iwaizumi and oikawa walk out of their assigned classes, and they're headed to their afternoon volleyball practice.

"gosh, iwa-chan, you're so mean! what did i even do this time?" oikawa voices out as they walk through seijoh's halls. iwaizumi is uncharacteristically quiet, and he isn't retorting at oikawa at all.

there's no response from iwaizumi.

"iwa-chan? what's up with you?" oikawa asks, trying to follow iwaizumi's gaze. it takes him a minute, but he figures out that he's looking at some person in their year.

"...oikawa, shut up for a second," iwaizumi says, observing the person. he seems dazed- lost in a past memory, almost. his eyes look vacant as he stares at the person.

'is that who i think it is?' iwaizumi thinks to himself incredulously. if that truly is who he's thinking of, y/n from his junior high school, where did they even come from? he had never seen them before at seijoh, in all three years. not once had he ever seen them.

the person is standing around with their friends, chatting with them before they all walk back home. they're fiddling with their bag's zipper as they listen to their friends speak enthusiastically about some topic.

"y/n! you should definitely come with us!" iwaizumi hears one of the girls exclaim. at the confirmation of his thought, he feels overcome with a sense of nostalgia as he looks at y/n.

without saying anything to oikawa, he just silently nods his head in the direction of the gym, starting to walk again.

[time skip]

afternoon practice that day had felt like an absolute drag to iwaizumi, so he felt absolutely relieved to finally be walking back home. he was considering talking to y/n.

oikawa was following trailing behind him, trying to figure out what the hell was up with iwaizumi. he ends up finishing the quiet walk home without saying anything. he waves to iwaizumi as he watches him unlock the front door to his house, heading inside.

as iwaizumi makes his way into the house, he mutters an "i'm home," and goes straight to his room. he drops his bag on the floor next to his bedroom door and flops onto his bed with a groan. he's so tired of thinking. without considering it for even another ten seconds, iwaizumi pulls his phone out of his pocket, scrolling through his contacts. his index finger hovers over a contact simply named "y/n" before clicking on it and pressing the call option. the line rings softly as iwaizumi lifts the phone to his ear.

a quiet click can be heard on the line, and iwaizumi's breath hitches as a soft voice comes across the line.

"hello?" says the voice. 

iwaizumi's words are caught in his throat. he's frozen. he didn't realize they'd actually pick up his call. he finally speaks up after two whole beats of silence. his slightly shaky voice comes over the line as he musters up a reply.

"umm... hey, y/n. how was your day?"

"...oh- is this hajime?" y/n asks, confused. they reply, nevertheless, saying, "..and it was okay, thank you for asking. how was yours?"

iwaizumi lets out a breath of relief as y/n replies, feeling much calmer once he realizes y/n remembers him. 

"yep, it's hajime.. mine was okay as well. i just wanted to call and say-" iwaizumi is trying to arrange his thoughts. what he truly wants to admit to them is that he just misses them, but how do you even say something like that? 

iwaizumi scratches his head in frustration with himself, giving up and just voicing some of his thoughts. "we haven't talked in a while. i nearly forgot how you looked. i saw you at seijoh today, though... when did you start attending?"

y/n seems slightly surprised as he continues to talk, taking a beat to register what he was saying. their voice comes over the line yet again, "i started attending in second year- and yeah, it has been a while, huh?" there's some kind of amused lilt in their voice as they speak, remembering what they were like back in junior high along with their relationship with iwaizumi.

there are so many things that iwaizumi wants to tell y/n, but the words are stuck in his throat. his heart is racing as the phone call continues.

"well- hajime, tell me about your day, then!" y/n's voice comes across the line, their excitement clear in their voice. they seem happy that iwaizumi called, making an effort to continue to conversation.

"sure." he replies, a smile spreading across his features as he sits up on his bed, starting to tell y/n about the events of his day. he doesn't dare to think of telling y/n about how he misses their old relationship, though.

maybe this was the start of something new. he had to admit, he was kind of excited to see what this would turn into, though.

notes:

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Assignment - Shigaraki x Cheerleader!reader chapter two

Part one:

“Are you going to tell Bakugou?” Mina asked, turning to face you after fixing her lipstick. 

To be honest you hadn't thought about it yet. You knew how your boyfriend could be and the last thing you wanted was him teasing you about it. That's assuming he didn't just freak out and go after Shigaraki. Either way, now that you were thinking about it it didn't sound like a good idea.

“No.” You answered. your bag dropped to the floor so you could go through it to find your lip gloss. The shiny black ink on your hand made you wince. your skin still tingled making you want to cut off your hand to stop it. You couldn't believe a creep like him was able to ruin your day so quickly. 

Mina finished applying her lipstick and turned back to you. “Why not? Afraid he'll be jealous of your new boyfriend?” she giggled. You sent a glare her way. That was not an image you needed in your mind. 

“Because,” you defended. “You really think Swanson would dare do anything that might piss Shigaraki off? Besides, I messed up that last assignment and the last thing I need is another low score. If I miss our cheer competition because of stupid grades I think I'd actually just lose it.” 

You placed your lip gloss back in your bag finally satisfied with the application as you explained. The project only took a few weeks, that was doable. Missing your competition however? Not an option. 

Mina grabbed your hand suddenly, Raising it up to your face and shaking it. “But that creep wrote on you! Just look at your hand. it’s like he marked you as his next victim. That's so fucked.” 

“I get it!” You snapped, pulling your hand away. “We know he's a creep. We've Both heard all the rumors, but that doesn't mean Bakugou has to know! If you're this mad I don't want to imagine him. Please just drop it Mina.” 

“I don't want some freak messing with my bestie. He's probably going to stalk you nonstop now. Next thing you know he'll be sitting outside your house with binoculars. This is weird (Y/N) and I don't like it at all.” 

You wanted to appreciate Mina for sticking up for you, you really did, but you just didn't want to think about it, about him, anymore. 

Your conversation was interrupted by the bathroom door opening. Oh. It was her. Great. One of the only people who would interact with Shigaraki. Just your luck. You weren't even sure what her name was and honestly you didn't care. Mina watched the girl skip into the stall not even bothering to hide her disgust. 

You may be an asshole sometimes, but at least you hid it. Mina was unfortunately very open about her distaste for anyone she deemed a loser. Your boyfriend was similar, even worse in some cases. 

Shigaraki was somehow both a mystery and very infamous in your school. Everyone pretty much steered clear of him since he got away with basically everything. Pissing him off was not a good idea and deep down you knew Bakugou would make everything so much worse if he found out about your interaction. You sighed and slung your bag over your shoulders hoping Mina was ready to go. all you wanted was to sit, have lunch, and pretend Mr. Swanson’s class never happened.

Mina grabbed her bag to follow you, luckily not saying another word about Shigaraki. You dreaded the thought of the girl overhearing and reporting back to him or something. 

“Creep,” Mina said under her breath as you walked out. 

“I still think you should tell Bakugou.” You were starting to lose your patience. Why couldn't she just drop it? How many more ways did you have to say no for her to understand? 

“Drop it Mina. I am not going to tell him.” You snapped. “And you better not tell him either!” Now Mina looked about as annoyed as you felt and you almost regretted your words. 

Your best friend turned away and started walking into the direction of the cafeteria. 

“Mina come on, you can't seriously be mad about this” you called after her.

“Whatever,” Your friend shot back. “You know he's just going to keep up the stalker trap if he knows he'll get away with it.”

You almost felt guilty as you watched her pink hair disappear into the cafeteria, but you held back. If you apologized now she'd probably take that as a go ahead to tell Bakugou. 

Regret filled you as you looked down at your hand again. You should have never told her. An excuse would have worked, or you could have never mentioned it at all, but it was too late now. Mina was your best friend and you didn't want to keep secrets, but sometimes she complicated things. 

You sighed in defeat. The now completely empty hallway gave you at least a little privacy to be mad at yourself. God damnit why were you so stupid sometimes. the numbers on your hand stared back at you, mocking you. You glared back wishing the numbers disappeared, or better yet, we're never there in the first place. That thought sent you turning and walking right back into the bathroom. 

The sink water was almost too hot, but you kept scrubbing furiously. Your hand felt so dirty and you were so angry. The black ink slowly slid down the drain, finally tainted something other than you. You didn't stop until your hand was free of every single bit of ink. 

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At practice you missed a jump. You never missed jumps. 

At the end of a round-off, back handspring, back tuck, you overrotated and had to catch yourself with your heels. You hit the gymnasium floor. Hard. Landing straight on your ass, your teeth rattled and embarrassment flooded you. 

Your coach lectured you and turned it into another one of her ‘don't tumble without someone spotting you' lecture. She'd been lecturing you guys a lot more lately with the competition coming up soon. You had to be the best. There was no way you'd still be able to place with a hurt squad member. Going up against the best schools meant you had to be the best too. There was absolutely no room for error.

Mina, unsurprisingly left in a hurry the second practice was over. You weren't sure whether she was still mad at you or just wanted to catch up to Eijiro. Today though you didn't mind. No Mina meant no rehashing the argument from earlier. Thank god it was Friday, you really needed the break. 

It was a huge relief that there wasn't another game for a week. It would give the already purpleing bruise on your thigh time To heal before you'd be wearing the uniform. 

You left the gym locker rooms and took your usual route through the school to get to the front parking lot, but slowed when you heard what sounded like Bakugou's voice. Did you take too long in the locker room? Was he looking for you?

“Talk to her again. Do you understand??” 

You turned the corner and immediately halted. This wasn't good.

There your boyfriend was. His bulky frame towering over the scrawny figure of Shigaraki. A wave of dread passed over you. Shigaraki was Shoved against the lockers, held there by your boyfriend whose black and orange letter jacket made him look even bulkier. Despite the very obvious strength difference, Shigaraki still glared up through his long blue hair. 

Anger coursed through you. Was Bakugou insane? Sure he could take Shigaraki in a physical fight any day, but everyone knew not to mess with him for a reason. 

“Hey!” You yelled marching in their direction. 

Shigaraki's cold eyes snapped to you. He glared accusingly. He blamed you for this and that thought was terrifying. You stopped dead in your tracks. His eyes had so much hatred behind them it seemed to envelope you.

You wanted nothing more in that moment to strangle Mina. She had to have said something and that pissed you off. 

“What's going on?”

“Nothing baby, absolutely nothing,” Bakugou responded, giving Shigaraki one last glare before pushing off the lockers. He ran a hand through his spiky blond hair, still wet from the showers. 

He walked over to meet you, slinging his arm over your shoulder, pulling you close, and making a big show of kissing your cheek. You could tell it was more than just a show of affection by the way he smirked, glancing back at Shigaraki. You wanted no part of this pissing contest. 

Shigaraki rolled his eyes at the display before him before once again meeting your eyes with a piercing gaze. You desperately wanted to look away but found yourself unable to. 

Was he going to retaliate? Did he blame you for telling Bakugou? Just how much shit did your best friend and boyfriend get you in? You didn't think you'd ever get used to Shigaraki's gaze. You knew you didn't tell Bakugou, but Shigaraki had no way of knowing and really, what was he supposed to think? 

You opened your mouth to speak, not even knowing what you could possibly say in this moment. An apology didn't feel right. Not to mention that would probably set off Bakugou even more. But before any words could spill out Bakugou's grip on your shoulder tightened. The sudden movement mixed with Bakugou's signature caramel cologne snapped you back to reality giving you the ability to finally look away from those eyes. 

Bakugou was still very much in ‘possessive boyfriend mode’ and still in reach of the lanky figure who, just earlier, had asked you what you were staring at, yet was now staring at you.  

You closed your mouth. There was simply nothing you could say. You didn't protest when Bakugou started leading you away. He then lowered his hand to grope your ass. Another pathetic sign of possession.

“Don't,” you warned, but kept moving. In that moment you would do anything to get away from those eyes.

[insertyourselfhere]

Anomaly Part 4

Pairing: Gwen Stacy (Ghost Spider) x Reader HUGE SPOILERS FOR ATSV

Characters: Y/N, Gwen, Hobie, Pavitr & Miles, with some Miguel and Jessica Mentions

Description: Everything you said to Miguel was wrong, Gwen did indeed drop the ball a tiny bit because of her relationship with Miles causing you to get an earful from both Miguel and Jessica. The spot was on the run and was going to different universes trying to gather as much power as he could. You get assigned to assisting them with taking down the spot and finally get to meet Miles.

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“I told you if this happened you would be held responsible” Miguel looked furious at Y/N Who was once again on his platform with his superiority complex.

“I have no regrets about letting her go she needed to see him and I’m glad she got too, I just wished it was under different circumstances”

“Give her a break yah!” Hobie said beside Y/N with his hands in his signature jean jacket and his guitar slung over his arm. His big bushy hair bouncing around.

“No, they convinced me to let this happen, the most IMPORTANT anomaly we should of captured and stopped is now running amok in the multiverse” Miguel punched his desk again, it’s a wonder how that thing stay intact it’s probably made out of vibranium or something.

“Look it happened, leave us to go fix it and handle it from here” Hobie grabbed Y/N’s arm and dragged them off towards the portal he opened to earth 50101 dragging them through the portal. As soon as they arrived they could hear them bickering over who would open the barrier. Hobie sent Y/N a smirk and put his mask on running forward and kicking the barrier down.

“HOBIE!” Both Pavitr and Gwen yelled out in unison. Y/N watched him jam out on his guitar rolling his eyes as he did, he knew how to make an entrance. Y/N followed closely behind with their mask down.

“Y/N!” Gwen said, they could hear the smile radiating from her mask.

“Hobie? Y/N” Mile said mildly confused in the back. Both you and Hobie looked up facing down the spot.

“Look at that another two, I love how many variations of you there are” The spot said directing to all of the Spiders in front of him.

While the other Spiders were bickering in the background Y/N leapt into action. Although they could catch every couple words coming from Miles and Hobie.

“Is this thing the one from 1610?” Hobie said giving Pavitr a noogie and pointing at Miles.

“You understand this guy?” Miles said gesturing to Hobie.

“And who’s the other one? Y/N did you say? Is this the one you haven’t stopped talking about since…” Gwen cut him off promptly swinging away.

“Hey Hobie thanks for breaking the shield!” Pavitr said dodging all of The Spot’s attacks “Ahhh I loosened it” Said Miles also rushing in to battle.

“Main advice, use the palms not the hands” Hobie said gesturing to his own hands.

“Ahhh yeah Miles this is Hobie and Y/N they’re my friends”

“Well I’ve never heard of either of you because Gwen hardly mentioned you” Hobie then started going off a tangent about who he was, where he came from and what he believed in. Y/N laughed at the blatant introduction he had about how unpolitical he was.

“Okay well since we’re doing this for the last time, Hello my names Y/N and for the last 2 years I’ve been the one and only Spider. Same as everyone else I was bit by a spider, got these cool powers, I live with my Aunt who has raised me since birth and is a borderline mad genius with the amount of science she does out of her house. I lost my parents, my uncle and now I’m here. I am also apart of this so called band that Hobie is/isn’t in” Y/N finished their introduction managing to get a small hit on The Spot who just teleported away.

“Gwendy you left your jumper around my place” Hobie said crouched on the ground next to her and then swinging off to go after spot

“What’s a Jumper?” Miles asked standing in the middle of the room following Gwen around

“It’s like a sweater” Pavitr said disappearing after Hobie

“That’s Y/N’s jumper actually” Gwen said landing next to Miles and then pulling herself towards Spot who put a portal in front of her only to smash into Pavitr

“Yes I can also see your wearing my chucks too” Y/N said ducking underneath one the Spots portals only to get hit by another one and land on Gwen. Furiously blushing Y/N stood up super quick dusting off their clothes and trying so hard not to make eye contact.

“Are you okay?” Gwen asked, concern laced in her voice as she walked towards Y/N, she put her hand against their cheek and pulled away quickly. “You’re very hot at the moment this isn’t normal are you sick?” Trying everything they could do to get away from Gwen they shot a web in any direction causing Miles to hit it and fall face first on the ground.

“This isn’t fair” Miles said flat on the ground. Y/N was trying so hard not to think about the conversation they had with A/N about their feelings for Gwen but was trying so hard to shake it off.

Pavitr let out a loud gasp and Y/N turned towards him with the most evil glint behind their mask as they could. “Don’t you dare!” Y/N yelled towards Pavitr who was giggling like a school girl. “I know” He said before swinging away just before Y/N could grab him.

“You shut up Pavitr you know nothing” Y/N yelled once again and Gwen just grew more and more confused. “We don’t have time for this we need to take down the spot” Just as both Y/N and Gwen went to swing off The Spot managed to get Miles in a corner and used his port to get the other Spiders away.

“This is going to be good for us Spider-Man” The Spot said to miles. While the Spot was going through his evil monologue Gwen gave Y/N another look.

“What was that with Pavitr?” She asked, Y/N glanced away and shook their head. “Nothing Important” Y/N could hear giggling coming from the pile again.

The collider started going off, all the Spiders got up and chased after the spot trying to stop him from entering the collider, before he did they managed to web him holding him back before he entered the collider.

“You’re not a joke, right gang?”

“Absolute not”

“Completely Unamusing!”

“I don’t believe in comedy….just kidding”

“I don’t think its that funny that you managed to turn into this just because of the bagel”

All the spiders turned to look at Y/N who yelled out that last thing, before they could respond the spot had snipped the web and floated into the collider. They all flew backwards and began dusting themselves off. Just as they stood up Pavitr started speaking.

“Well that was another easy adventure for Spider-Man”

“No no no no no no” Said the other 4 Spiders in unison. The collider exploded causing the spot to gain the abilities he wanted to take down Miles. He emerged from the collider pure black and spoke to miles briefly.

Once they were all able to they ran out of the collapsing Alchemex building towards the exit avoiding all the rubble. Once they made it outside they could hear the foundation of the entire building itself start to collapse and fall.

“Y/N, Hobie and Gwen slow down the building, Pavitr and I will clear a path!” Miles jumped off rushing down to save the people below with Pavitr, Hobie, Gwen and Y/N leapt after them webbing up the building as best as they could.

Y/N managed to get to the very tip of the building and stood on a roof top of another building. They rubbed their hands together and held them out waiting for the impact. As soon as it hit them they stumbled backwards about 10 feet just on the edge of the building underneath them but began to push back. Y/N had an outstanding amount of strength ever since they took that serum their Aunt had given to them, they managed to get a hold of building stopping most of the damage. However there was still a lot of rubble getting away from the building.

“Don’t worry about this part you guys go help those below!” Hobie and Gwen nodded letting go of their webbing and rushing below to help/ Y/N with the whole building on their back managed to web up the main building and stop it from going any further. Once they had done that and it was safe to leave the area the swung down to the rest of the commotion. Y/N could see they managed to save everyone, Hobie was congratulating Miles and Gwen was staring down at her watch. Y/N could clearly see the words “CANON EVENT DISRUPTED” Flashing across the screen. Y/N scoffed as they didn’t believe in all that nonsense and knew they could control their own destiny so was happy that Miles was here and managed to save Captain Singh.

The whole crowd was cheering for them briefly and was replaced with horrified screams as a giant black hole opened up. Y/N watched a giant spider robot come down from the sky and out came Miss Jessica Drew herself, they watched Gwen try to explain the situation about Miles but she brushed them off saying Miguel wanted to see all of them at HQ.

A big sigh left their lips as they trailed behind the other spiders entering the portal and heading back to the Spider Society.

Y/N was too lost in thought about what was happening with themselves and wasn’t 100% focused on the mission. Don’t get them wrong they understood what was at stake here but A/N’s words kept playing on in their head.

“You won’t admit it but you feel something for her, I just want you to be absolutely sure that this is something you want, because if it isn’t and things start to spiral down I am worried that she may never open up to another person again. Because I know you wouldn’t” Sometimes Y/N hated how right she was about all of it, how she could read them like a book. It was an unfair advantage she had on them sometimes but Y/N knew that their A/N was right, it was just hard because she wasn’t as focused as she should be.

When they got to Spider Society Gwen was so distracted with Miguel’s demand of him wanting to see them that she turned into a robot who followed orders obediently. Y/N knew why, she didn’t want to lose access to any of this, her favourite people were all here and this was the only way she could see them. Plus she was still very much running away from her past and her dimension.

Y/N shoved their hands in their pockets and followed like a lost puppy, stuck in their head going over every scenario, every situation that had led them to this point. They already knew what was going to happen, they knew Miguel was not going to be okay with Miles changing the canon events and they knew that Miles was not going to like that, not when he found out about his own dad and also that he was never meant to be Spider-Man.

Hobie noticed the glum look on Y/N’s face and walked in pace with them.

“Whats wrong with my singer?” He asked facing towards Y/N. “I’m just distracted at the moment Hobie is all” They said quietly while trying to not draw attention to themselves and also continue walking at pace. Miles was too busy making comments on everything they saw while Gwen was trying to get them to hurry up.

“Yes bruv but whats going on in that big brain of yours” Y/N let down their guard for a split second, if anyone was going to agree on the events that were about to happen it would be Hobie.

“You already know what’s about to go down right?” Y/N asked quickly, Hobie smirked and nodded already holding a couple of pieces of electronics he had taken from different pieces of equipment. Y/N had to give it to Hobie he was always prepared no matter what was going to happen, its like he had been waiting for Miles to show up and cause a disruption.

“No matter what happens we will have to pick sides and I know who’s side we’re going to be on, its just her I’m worried about” Hobie said gesturing to Gwen. Even now she looked terrified, looking down at her watch waiting for it to disappear in a second.

“When it come’s down to it I bet you Gwendy will be the one leading the charge I reckon, especially for him” Hobie pointed at Miles, Y/N wasn’t an idiot they knew with the way Gwen went on about Miles she held a special spot for him in her heart, they just didn’t know how deep it went and to be honest they didn’t want to know.

“I don’t know what this is, I don’t know where its going, I don’t know if she even likes me the same, All I know is that pain and suffering she has gone through I want to fix that” The conversation Y/N had with A/N echoing in the back of their head. That’s all they cared about right now was to take care of Gwen, was to take care of that pain and suffering she has been feeling her entire life and get rid of it. Y/N would fight every single spider if it meant that they could take on that pain for her.

“Don’t you worry Hobie, I’ll always have Gwen’s back, regardless of what happens”

[vibraniumavenger]

Ties That Mend -Part 1

TW/CW: Alcohol, Tony's self destructive tendencies, if there's any more let me know and I'll add them!

A/N: This is something I started many years ago, I just never finished it. I'm currently working on the next few parts, I'm accepting suggestions on where this should go too! It's not the best but I hope you enjoy.

Lugging your suitcase behind you, you hesitantly walked into the elevator. You pressed the button that read 'Floor 12' and waited as it made its way up. You were nervous, you didn't want to be here. Unfortunately, being the newest Avenger meant you had to stay at the tower against your will. You were not impressed. 

You finally reached your desired floor, before taking a step out. All eyes drifted to your current position and you felt somewhat nervous. They all stood and made their way over to greet you. You extended your hand towards them, allowing them to shake your hand if necessary. A red headed woman was the first to introduce herself. "I'm Agent Romanoff, I'll be your training partner and mentor. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me. Director Fury assigned you to me for a reason. He deems you worthy, now prove it. As an avenger, you have responsibilities and commitments. We look out for each other, okay? Don't screw up." She warned. All you could do was nod in agreement, your eyes slightly widened. Her face softened and that's when she let out a small chuckle. "You can call me Natasha. I promise, I don't bite. I'm sorry for scaring you." 

You relaxed as she took your hand and shook it, before turning to the man that stood next to her. "This is Clint. He's annoying, but you get used to it." She earned a groan of playful annoyance from him before he shoved her. She proceeded to introduce everybody else, until she got to the last few members. "Hey, I'm Sam." He smirked, sending you a wink. You couldn't help but scoff. "And I'm not interested." You shot back before turning to the next guy. 

"This is Tony, I’m sure you’ve probably heard of him. He owns the tower, designs the equipment we use. Also, his ego is bigger than his wallet, so be warned." She joked. You turned away from him quickly, forcing your attention on anything else. His face dropped, but he quickly fixed it before the others noticed. 

"I'm Y/N." you smiled. "Can somebody show me to my room?" Tony was quick to offer his assistance, but you brushed it off. "Nat, do you mind? I do have a few questions…" she agreed and you grabbed your suitcase, following her closely. Tony sighed, pouring himself a whiskey and knocking it back quickly. 

Reaching your room, you thanked Natasha, politely declining her offer of assistance before closing the door behind you. Deciding you would unpack, you emptied your possessions onto the floor. You organised your clothes, placing them in your wardrobe shortly after. Your bathroom was then full of toiletries and you even hung up a few photos. It finally suited your style. By the time you finished, you were exhausted. You just wanted to sleep. Unfortunately, sleep was one of your biggest struggles. If you slept more than four hours, or even slept without a nightmare, it was guaranteed you were becoming sick, which also wasn't very often. 

A voice filled your room, alerting you that dinner was being served. You knew it was Jarvis. Making your way to the dining room, a familiar scent filled the air. A small smile graced your face as you entered the room, your favourite meal presented on the table. Taking a seat in between Bucky and Clint, you waited until everybody else had loaded their plate before taking your own portion and tucking in. You ate in silence as conversations erupted around you, each person enjoying the food prepared for them as they socialised with their team mates. 

"Y/N, why don't you tell us about yourself?" Steve suggested politely. You hesitated, unsure of what to say. "I-uh, I'm not that interesting. There's nothing really important about me." Tony scoffed, causing everybody to raise their eyebrows and turn their gazes to him. You rolled your eyes before continuing. "What do you guys want to know?" 

This time, Wanda was the one to ask. "Is there a significant other we need to know about?” She wiggles her eyebrows in a teasing manner, causing you to blush profusely. After shaking your head, Sam piped up. "In that case, how about you and I get to know each other?" The rest of the team laughed as he sent you a wink. 

"Like I said earlier bird brain, not interested." You playfully shot back. His right hand lay over his heart and he feigned hurt, causing you to roll your eyes again. "We heard you're pretty smart. In fact, you have similar knowledge to both Tony and I. It'd be nice to have your input on a few projects if you're willing to?" Bruce smiled. You smiled back, nodding your head and confirming your availability to help. Tony watched you inquisitively throughout it all. "You must've had a real good education. Where did you go?" Bruce asked again. 

"I was homeschooled, taught by my father until he passed, my brother until the age of 16 and then my Aunt. By then, I knew everything there was to know. All I had to do was go to college to take the exams, the rest is history." You replied. “Your brother must be an exceptional man. I'd love to meet him one day." Bruce responded. You gave a small nod, brushing off any emotions. Steve spoke up again. "So, do you like jogging?" He simply asked. "I do, I go twice a day. Know any good spots?" You questioned. "Sam and I actually go twice a day too, you're more than welcome to join us." You smiled, thanking him before finishing your food. 

"Would you care for a drink?" Thor held the amber liquid out to you. Shaking your head, you declined. "I don't drink." You stated casually before standing up and clearing your plate. The rest of the team did the same and you decided to excuse yourself before they could ask you anything else. You bid them goodnight, walking into the elevator and eventually back to your room. Your nightly routine commenced and you slid into your bed, laying in the darkness until your eyes fluttered closed and you fell into a deep slumber. 

You were already awake when Steve knocked on your door at the crack of dawn. He was surprised, but didn't think too much of it. You met Sam in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water before making your way to the ground floor and exiting the tower into the cold air. It was refreshing, to say the least. A smile graced your face once again as you made your way to the park. Sam thought it necessary to explain the 'on your left' situation and you were glad. Steve ran ahead of you both. You started off slow with Sam, easing yourself into the exercise. Once you got into a rhythm, you sped up and quickly approached Steve who was miles ahead moments before. "Hey Rogers, on your left!" His face was priceless as you overtook him, a smug look plastered on your face. This continued until you were all satisfied with the miles achieved, making your way back to the tower immediately after. "You got heart kid." He complimented as you exited the elevator. You rolled your eyes as Tony came into sight, a glass of whiskey glued to his hand. 

"Tony, it's 10 in the morning. Could you not wait?" Sam enquiries. Tony chuckled, knocking back the drink before pouring himself another. "Isn't it too early for you to be on my case?" He shot back rather defensively. You were somewhat relieved when Sam took the alcoholic beverage and disposed of it, snapping Tony out of his self-destructive tendencies temporarily. 

You began walking off, eager to jump in the shower to rid yourself of the sweat. The footsteps behind you got closer and a tight grip around your arm stopped you. "Did you put him up to that?" Tony asked rather harshly. You laughed in the least humorous manner. "I didn't do shit, Stark. Let go of me." He refused, roughly tightening his grip as you stumbled back into the wall. "You need to grow up, Y/N." he sneered. "You have no control over me. As far as I'm concerned, you're dead to me,” you announced, wiggling from his grip and walking quickly to your room, slamming the door and locking it. 

You kept your distance for the next few weeks, avoiding Tony at all costs. During dinner, the tension was high and it was clear to everybody you did not get along. If only they knew. Of course, Tony was planning to throw another one of Stark's famous parties much to your dismay. You made it clear you would not be attending. 

"But Y/N, it's the first party since you joined! You have to come, it'll be fun. Please?" Wanda begged. You shook your head. "I don't drink, nor do I like parties. I never have." You admitted. Tony rolled his eyes at this statement. "If she doesn't want to go, we can't force her." Bruce defended you. "Don't worry Y/N, I won't be going either." You sent him a thankful smile before walking back to your room, leaving them to plan. 

A few days later, it was Tony's party. Hundreds of guests arrived, causing the levels of sound to increase dramatically. The DJ let the music blare and the tower practically shook. The whole team dressed to perfection, giving you a smile before going down to the lower level. You sigh, flopping onto the sofa with your laptop as you begin typing out your work. Fury would kill you if you didn't get it in on time. Bruce checked up on you, bringing you a tea and a few snacks to help you focus. He sat next to you, enjoying your company as you spoke continuously about your research. It had reached 11pm when Bruce began growing tired. He politely excused himself, wishing you a goodnight before traipsing off to his room. Many hours later, the rest of the team made their way up. It was clear they were absolutely wasted, their inability to stand was a major hint. You couldn't help but laugh when Clint tripped and Natasha fell down beside him, laughing harder than she usually would. After helping them off the floor, you lead them to their rooms and ensured they were safe in bed before making your way to your room. 

Slipping into your pyjamas, you closed your eyes. Unfortunately, sleep did not come. A loud crash caused you to shoot up from your bed, you grabbed your gun and tiptoed throughout the tower until you found the culprit. Tony was sprawled out on the floor, the glass from the now broken coffee table underneath him. You mentally groaned, you did not want to help him. You knew you couldn't just leave him there. You studied his body quickly, discovering a small cut to his face and hand. Reaching down, you managed to pull him up (with great difficulty) and supported him until you reached the infirmary. Throwing him onto the bed, you grabbed a few supplies. 

"Get away from me, what are you doing?" He asked, slurring each word. "You're hurt, I'm helping you." You told him. Using the tweezers, you carefully took the shards of glass from the wounds. He winced, trying to pull away but you held him down. Next, you cleaned it. He let out an audible groan but all you did was roll your eyes. It was his own fault, after all. Luckily, it wasn't too deep. You bandaged his hand and stuck a few steri-strips to his forehead, closing the small wound. You were about to move him again, when he stopped you. 

"You don't care, why are you helping me?" He asked. You thought for a moment, not looking him in the eyes. "Because if I didn't, who would?" This silenced him. You steadied him on his feet, before throwing his arm over your shoulder as you took him to his room. You lay him softly, taking his shoes and jacket off and throwing his duvet over him. He seemed satisfied as you lay painkillers and water on his nightstand before turning around. Just as you turn the light off, you hear him. "I know you hate me and I'm sorry..." his snores fill the room as you close the door, brushing off his words and making your way back to your room. "Jarvis, wipe all cctv footage." You demanded. "As you wish." He complied. Soon, you fell into a deep sleep. 

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bad idea right? - choi soobin x afab!reader

info ➜ HEAVILYYYY inspired by olivia’s song, i basically just wrote this around the lyrics, i fucking love olivia, featuring stayc 01z & le sserafim yunjin, assigned female at birth (afab)!reader, yn is kinda a bad friend, exes to lovers, one shot, SOOBIN IS A SIMP, non idol!soobin, college student!soobin, slighty shitty ex!soobin, this is fiction!! so soobin probably doesn’t act like this

wc: 3.3k

WARNINGS !!!!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (mdni), smut, no piv, only foreplay, handjob, eating out, swearing, & poor writing

author’s note!!! this is going to be bad because i’m pulling an all nighter when i’m supposed to be awake before 8 AM (it’s 12:40 AM right now) & i have a full day of classes and work. this will have errors because i’m immediately posting this after writing.

also, it’s my first time writing smut and idk what the fuck i’m doing. not going to be realistic or accurate but it’s fictionnnnn.

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You stared into the bathroom mirror as you fixed your lip gloss. The party raging just outside the door wasn’t as enticing as the missed calls from your phone.

two missed call from loser not worth mentioning

Why was he even calling? It’s been months since you two broke up. More like he broke things off because he wanted to “focus on school” more since it was his last year before graduation, but that didn’t stop him from going to every single frat and sorority party since the beginning of the semester.

You roll your eyes as you let his next call go straight to voice mail as your best friends blow up your group chat.

sumin 💞 ynnnn where r u

sieun 🩵 pls don’t be vomiting emoji

yn i’m okay

yn he keeps calling me

sumin 💞 bOOOO

sieun 🩵 pls don’t pick up his calls

yn i’m not !!

yn going straight to my voicemail

sumin 💞 y don’t u block him

yn because

yn idk

yn it’s complicated

sieun 🩵 just come back soon

yn give me five

The music gets louder as you hear chants of “chug chug chug”. You smirk as you spray some more perfume to cover the reek of Pink Whitney that Sieun accidentally spilled on you earlier in the night. Your trio did a shot the second you got to sorority party hosted by Yunjin, she had told you about it last week in your shared stats class, but that was hours ago and you had a few more after that.

You weren’t wasted, but you definitely shouldn’t be driving a car.

You were having fun, but you could be having more fun with your ex.

“Hey Siri, play my voicemail.”

“You have three voicemails… Hi. I know you’re out at Yunjin’s party, but you looked so good in your Insta story. God… your legs look so good in that skirt. I miss seeing you in skirts… I know it’s been a while since we… ya know, but we should catch up. The guys are out at a party and I stayed behind to finish unpacking my new room, but I’m getting kinda bored. Maybe you could help me unpack, see the new apartment, test out my new headboard–”

“Please.”

“I miss you – I want to see you again.”

You let out a sigh as the voicemails end and you’re weighing all the pros and cons of this messy situation.

Pro. It has been 3 months since the relationship and 3 months since you’ve done anything. Going out and trying to talk to new people didn’t sound that appealing. This was your first party since the breakup that Sumin and Sieun were able to drag you to, so getting calls from him tonight felt like some kind of test from the universe.

Con. It would be such a bad decision. A lapse of judgement. You deserve better than this.

Pro. You would get laid and it would be really good.

Con. You can’t leave your friends for a guy.

Right. Your best friends in the entire world are waiting downstairs for you. A knock from outside the door snaps you back to reality as you quickly put everything back in your bag.

A soft apology slips past your lips as the blur of a person flits past you and to the toilet as they throw up.

“Ew.”

The party looks even more crowded than before with people dancing, drinking, and making out taking up all the available space as you try to politely make your way back to your friends. After narrowly missing another spill of alcohol to ruin your outfit, you spot the familiar sight of two brunettes huddled by the fruity drink cooler.

“There you are!” Sumin throws her available arm around your waist as you join the duo.

“Sorry, I started feeling unwell, but I’m good now.”

Sumin hugs you in an effort to comfort you as you give her a smile. It was true that you were feeling unwell, but it wasn’t from the alcohol.

Sieun makes herself another mix of whatever alcohol is left by now. “Do you want any?”

“I think I’ll just make myself a Shirley Temple.”

Sumin grabs you the jar of cherries and ginger ale you needed as you made your drink. You down it the second you’re done and it does alleviate the funny feeling in your stomach.

You should probably not, but you check your phone.

loser not worth mentioning just in case

loser not worth mentioning hybe apartment complex across school

loser not worth mentioning unit 304

Fuck.

You look back over to Sumin and Sieun giggling over the alcoholic sugar juice concoction Sieun made. Your heart hurts a little at the stunt you’re about to pull.

You’re not hurting anyone. They’ll understand that you’ve been lonely and it’s just a one time thing.

Gathering up all your energy, you hunch over a little and let out a heavy sigh. Sumin sees this and rushes over to comfort you.

“Are you okay, Yn? Did you not eat earlier? Should we leave so I can make you some soup?”

You shut your eyes as your conscious comes back to yell at you. Poor, sweet Sumin who loves you dearly just wants to take care of you as she thinks you’re sick while you’re faking it so you can get dick.

“I think I just need to go back home to sleep it off.”

“Okay, let’s drop you home.”

The three of you get an Uber to your dorm despite the short 13 minute walk from the LSF house. But the late hours of night and the scary reality of being tipsy, young college kids in a public university – it’s better to be safe than sorry.

You wave bye to your best friends as they tell you from the car that they’ll text you when they get home to their shared apartment. The second the Uber is out of your sight, you sprint inside to freshen up. Going through the motions of brushing your teeth, deodorant, changing shirts to a baby blue fuzzy sweater for the colder temperature, and fix your hair.

sumin 💞 we’re home

sieun 🩵 feel better

You heart both messages and wish them good night as you grab your water bottle from the fridge.

This is your last chance to back out. To follow through with the lie you told your besties. It would be nice to get some sleep and be in a better headspace tomorrow morning and finally block him.

loser not worth mentioning i dyed my hair back to blond

yn see you in 15

loser not worth mentioning good girl

Your mind goes blank at the text as you try to keep your cool. All of your thoughts are silenced as you order another Uber to Soobin’s new address.

It’s such a bad idea to be doing this, but all your moral judgement went out the window the second you listened to Soobin’s voicemail, but who could blame you? You’re literally just a girl. A girl who loves blond on Soobin. A girl who loves the way Soobin kisses… and does other things. Seeing him tonight can’t be that bad.

A text notification from Uber alerts you that your ride is outside.

Fuck it, it’s fine.

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You’re standing inside Soobin’s new apartment as you wait for the elevator to open.

Yes, you’re currently going back to your ex, but you’re just going to help him unpack his room like he said. Totally innocent. Just two friends. Can you even call your relationship friendly? Whatever. Just two people… reconnecting. Yes, reconnecting!!!

Next thing you know, you’re outside unit 304 and waiting for Soobin to welcome you in. When the door does open, you’re taken aback by a smiling Soobin. Despite the short amount of time apart, he looks even better. His hair is back to blond and surprisingly healthy. The pj set he’s wearing just shows how ridiculously attractive he is because despite the plain white shirt and plaid pants Soobin looks like he’s modeling.

You must have been staring at him too long because he clears his throat and steps aside, “Hey.”

“Hey.”

Holy fucking shit. There has never been anyone hotter than Soobin in this moment. Your mind can’t wrap around how you were dating him for a year. How someone this beautiful could even exist and perceive you. Just the way his dimples show when he smiles is enough to make your knees buckle.

“Are you going to come in?”

“Oh right, yeah.”

You brush past him as you take your shoes off by the door. You take a glance around the kitchen as Soobin goes to the fridge.

“Water? Soda?” Soobin steps aside as you look at the options in the fridge. A bunch of beverages and a shit ton of tangerines.

“Just a Coke cherry please.”

“With a ton of ice in a cup with a straw? Got it.”

Your heart skips a little at the small notion of Soobin remembering your preferred beverage. Jesus, the bar is in hell.

“Your new apartment is nice. I like that you can see each of your personalities.” You compliment as you spot the bookshelf with an assortment of plushies, an electric guitar on a stand, and a clothing rack that’s half sports jerseys and half clothes that cost more than your semester tuition.

“Thanks! You know how long we’ve been saving, so it was a dream when a unit opened up and fit our price range.”

“I’m happy for you guys.. really. I hope they’re doing good.”

Your statement is genuine as you do miss Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Kai. It was just best for yourself to pause your contact with them while you were healing.

Soobin hands you your drink as you sit in a chair at the table. You thank him as you quietly sip on it as your nerves kick in again. It would be fine if you two just caught up and became friends again. You did miss his presence and it’ll be sad when he graduates next semester.

“Yn,” Soobin scoots his chair closer to you as you look at him, eager to hear out whatever he sees. You hate to admit it, but he still has a pull over you. “I want to apologize for how I went about everything. It was really shitty of me to give you the school excuse to break up. I just–”

“You just?”

“I kinda… got so caught up in trying to do well on finals that the stress controlled me. I took it out on you instead of talking it out, then I didn’t talk to you all of winter break.”

Yeah. It was a brutal break as you spent most of the time crying and being upset at yourself. Your therapist had a field day though!

“I’m sorry for also sending you that horny voicemail. And that good girl text. I understand if you don’t want to see me again. Or if you just want to be friends. I’m sure that you have someone else.”

“I’m not seeing anyone. I haven’t done anything since we ended things.”

Soobin’s eyes light up at your answer. “I haven’t seen anyone and I’m not right now. I’m totally single in every sense.”

You let out a tiny laugh at the mix of assertion and desperation, “I’m totally single too.”

“So… if you’re single and I’m single.”

Then who’s driving the plane?? Kidding.

You set down your empty cup as you lean closer to Soobin, “If we’re both single, shouldn’t we do something about it?”

In the next second, Soobin is cupping your face as you suck in a breathe. If you just leaned in an inch, your lips would be touching in a kiss. His eyes flit down to your lips as you watch. From being able to be so close, you take in how pretty Soobin is.

“Can I kiss you.” Soobin whispers.

“Yes please.” You whisper back.

Soobin then closes the gap between you both to kiss you. It fills you with the exact same feeling as before, warm and bubbly. You wrap your hands around his neck as you continue kissing. The kiss is messy and slightly awkward, but the feeling behind it makes up for it.

Soobin breaks away as you frown, “Do you want to help me in my room.”

“You know I love reorganizing.”

Soobin’s signature dimple smile appears as he grabs your hand to lead you to his room.

The second you step in; he pushes you against the door with enough force to knock the air out of you but not to the point to hurt you. You thank him by initiating this kiss and tease your tongue against his. His hands wander down from your face to your waist as he pulls your bodies closer.

You tug on his shirt as you continue making out and switch spots so he’s against the door. He lets you take it off and throw it into some corner of his room. You move from his mouth to kissing his neck as you feel his skin. Soobin’s always had the softest skin, so you relish in being able to feel him again.

Soobin groans as you start a hickey on the area between his neck and shoulder. You should know the name of the area, but anatomy was never your strongest subject.

“God, you’ve always been… so eager to leave your… mark.” Soobin jokes between groans as you work to deep shades of purple and blue.

“Gotta sign the work of art. Same rules and boundaries as before?”

“Yes. Stop when either of us need it.”

“Got it.” You wink as you move a hand over Soobin’s bulge.

He lets out a sigh as you touch him through his pants.

“Can I?” You kiss the corner of his lips that you love so much as he parts his mouth to let out a whimper as you add some pressure to your hold.

“Please.”

You give him a peck, spit in palm, and shove your hand down his pj pants and boxers. You wrap around his girth and start slowly moving your wrist. You watch as his eyes flutter shut, and you speed up. It’s been a while since you gave a hand job, so you’re little rusty but by the way Soobin is falling a part you’re sure that you’ll get no complaints.

You keep stroking him, making sure to watch his expression as you continue how he likes it. When you know Soobin’s about to cum, he speaks up, “Wait.”

You slow down your motion as you wait for him, “I don’t want to cum in your hand.”

“Where do you want it?”

“On your tits.”

You smirk as you bring you hand back up to your lips and lick off his pre cum. Soobin shudders at the sight but kisses you.

You both walk backwards as he maneuvers you to his bed and kisses down your neck when you fall back onto his bed. You grip his blond locks and laugh when you hear him let out a groan.

“Can we please go back to kissing?”

“Sure.” Soobin moves back up to give you a messy kiss but then kneels off the bed in front of you.

“Do you know what I missed the most?”

You shake your head as Soobin peels off your silver skirt. “Eating you.”

He starts kissing from your belly button to your inner thigh on both legs as he plays with the waist of your underwear. You sigh as you take the opportunity to grip his hair again.

“Stop teasing.”

“Only for you.”

Soobin finally peels off your underwear and tosses it as he begins to kiss you. You moan as he licks at your clit. His hands grip at your legs to keep them apart so he can eat you whole. Soobin continues a pattern of kissing and licking when he begins to slip a finger in.

Your thighs shake a little at the intrusion and the slight ache due to the lack of action you have not been getting.

“I missed your mouth and hands.”

Soobin hums which makes you moan a little louder as the pleasure begins to build up. You bite your lip when Soobin adds in another finger and moves away from your body.

“Just let me know when it’s too much.”

“I’m okay, just a little out of practice.”

“Shit, me too.”

The response makes you forget for a second that you guys ever broke up. If you focus hard on the way Soobin goes back to eating you out like he’s starving, it would be like you went back in time to November – when everything was still okay.

When Soobin starts the combination of fingering you while sucking on your clit you know you’re about to cum.

“I’m… close.”

“I’ve missed tasting you.”

Your brain and thoughts turn back into mush as Soobin brings you closer to cumming. If your thoughts could speak they would probably sound like “ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh”.

“I’m about to –” You come hard as Soobin continues thrusting his fingers inside you, but sits back on his knees as he licks his lips.

“Wow.”

Soobin giggles as he pulls his fingers out of you and into his mouth. You watch in awe as he sucks your essence off and adjusts his crotch with the other.

“Do you want me to suck you off?”

“You don’t need to, I already came.”

The blond’s dimples appear again as he giggle at your shocked expression. You slowly sit up to lean down toward him to kiss him.

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After kissing a bit, Soobin notices how tired you get and calls it a night. He helps you to the bathroom when you stumble trying to get off his bed. You take a quick shower to wash away the sweat from tonight’s activities.

When you step out of the shower, wrapped in a towel. You take a look in the mirror and let out a gasp. Soobin bursts through the door, “What’s wrong?”

“Why didn’t you tell me that my makeup was ruined! Have I looked like this the entire time?”

“I think you look cute.” He wraps his arms around you as he gives you a cheek kiss.

“You have to say that because we’re sleeping with each other.”

Soobin’s eyebrow raises, “Sleeping? As in actively? Like you want to sleep with each other and only each other?”

“I’m sure we could work something out.” You nonchalantly shrug as you hid your smirk as Soobin frowns.

“We talk about it in the morning, let’s cuddle.”

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You wake up the next morning to a bunch of texts from Sumin and Sieun.

TODAY 4:00 AM

sieun 🩵 YN

sieun 🩵 YN

sumin 💞 YN

sieun 🩵 WHERE R U

sumin 💞 WHY DOES UR LOCATION SAY SOME RANDOM APT AND NOT UR DORM

sieun 🩵 HELLO

sieun 🩵 IM CALLING U UNTIL U PICK UP

sumin 💞 ur telling us in the morning

10:27 AM

yn sorry I was asleep

sieun 🩵 NOT AT YOUR DORM

yn I never said I was sleeping at my dorm…

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author’s note!!! finished at 5 AM LET’S FUCKING GOOOOOO okay now i’ll do hw for one my classes & maybeee organize my makeup drawer. thanks for reading!!!!

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Summer Mirrors 2

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Touya (Dabi) Todoroki x reader (Band AU)

You that thing some writers do where they write everything down and then start over again at the last minute? I did that because I hated it. By the way all of these aren't romantic if that makes sense

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You push past the crowd as you try to get to your practice space, it was nice going to an academy that specialized in different things, especially since you were learning to be a singer. The “school” taught everyone the basic information on their particular area of show business and what to do, music classes, writing classes, and group or individual study. Having trained professionals willing to teach everyone safe ways to navigate their particular path. You were learning to front a band, your group since you started at the academy was a lovely group and everyone got along great, but you knew that was a rare case.

Standing in your vocal class you bow trying not crash into the door as your body catches up to the sudden pause. “Sorry for my late arrival.”

“L/N, you’re not even late just get in here.” The new teacher shakes their head.

You find your seat and frown when Todoroki snickers, kicking him swiftly under the desk you turn away from him not even wanting to be bothered by him again. “Huh? You trying to act all cool and collected y/n?”

“Shut up Touya, some of us need to produce results.” You hiss keeping your eyes on the board. But it wouldn’t be long before it was time for practical use. Singing in front of everyone, working on range and within one’s range was the goal of the class.

“Right, right, sorry your highness.” He sasses as you click your tongue.

“Everyone has their water, right?”

A chorus of yeses fill the room before it was time. It would probably be ten minutes before the teacher got to them, so they stayed quiet. You did what was asked when it came time and received a quick nod, but when it was Touya’s turn, you blink. What’s wrong?

After the class finished you nudged him gently. “Hey, you got free period too, right?”

Nodding he fixes his bag over his shoulder.

“I know a cafe nearby that has really good tea.” You grab his hand lacing your fingers in his and yanking him along, the slight squeak of your shoe’s echoes down the hall despite the noise from everyone’s ambiance. “You sound way worse than yesterday, what the hell happened?”

Touya’s hand was larger than yours and his grip was firm, you didn’t miss the slight pull when he hesitated. “Nothing.”

“Look, I’m asking cause I’m worried. Your little brother is doing idol work isn’t he?” You tilt your head a bit confused. “That’s gotta be stressful.”

“He didn’t want it, the old man forced him.” He clicks his tongue.

“You mean like he forced you and Natsuo?” You hum, you only remembered because your parents also tried to get you to do it, well your dad. When your mother found out she nearly beat him half to death on the street, the public divorce wasn’t very fun.

He seemed to think for a moment. “We got into, my dad and I, Shoto should get to enjoy his life before everything you know.”

“You really care about him, that’s what I like about you.”

“My voice doesn’t sound worse.” Circling back to your comment he was probably hurt.

You shake your head. “It does and I thought I was gonna go insane trying to figure out why you were trying to trick the new coach.”

“They want me to growl, and I’m not built for that.” He shakes his head.

“Excuse me you’re perfect for it, just don’t blow out your chords alright? You promised to collab with us for the next assignment.” You stick out your tongue but this time he stopped.

His grip on your hand was still firm and you turn to look at him. “I’m gonna crash at your place.”

You nod. “Damn only one week of having the apartment to myself. Everyone else is staying at the school cause they wanna get stuff done.”

“Really? The dorms aren’t all at comfortable.” He shakes his head finally moving forward, you smile.

“Wait, how exactly are they trying to teach you how to growl that it’s fucking up your throat?” You nearly stop in your tracks but of course that had to be when the two of you were crossing the street, Touya tugs you across to the other side of the crosswalk.

He frowns as he shakes his head at you, you were used to being in situations around him but it could be what it was. Getting some warm tea and honey instead of focusing on the state of his voice you talked his ear off, many different things were changing when it came to your ensemble.

“Rin said that shes practically strumming in her sleep, practicing day and night to get this season’s project finished. I caught myself mumble singing the words recently and honestly I’m not even surprised, Tenko offered that we do a collaboration, what do you think?” You finally look at him the empty cup in his hands as he was staring through you or was it at you?

Waving your hand in his face you wait for him to blink before snapping back to reality. “‘s not a bad idea. Come on we gotta walk back to class.”

“I have music theory, I can only hear certain tones so much.” you complain throwing away your disposable cup, going toward the counter for a second time. “Um can I get some of that tea to go please?”

“Sure give me a moment.”

With your thermos filled with tea the walk back was a bit more of a sprint. Before breaking off to leave Touya at his creative writing class you slip the container into his bag.

At the end of the day you yawn not prepared for the night ahead of you, you didn’t have classes the next morning but you did have homework to finish and other things to do. Touya sits on the counter, he frowns holding the empty thermos.

“Stop treating me like a kid,” he sighs placing it in the container in the sink.

You smile as you pinch his cheek. “You know I do it because I like you, Dabi.”

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