#Remember me pt7

[megalomaniacz]

IM SO EXCITED FOR THE NEXT PART OF CRYBABY

CRYBABY! - (E.W) PT7

pairing: mean/cruel ellie x sensitive/emotional reader.

synopsis: make it go away…

warnings: cunnilingus + fingering (r!recieving)

a/n: oh wow. oh wow. this was actually quite fun to write and i wanted to cry half way through because ironically enough my ex is being mean to me lmao 😭 i’m trying to cut contact and she’s just teasing me like “oh is she really leaving this time? really??” i’ve had ENOUGH

And I'm already actin' like a dick, know what I mean? So you might as well stick it in

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the party is nothing like their usual after parties, but to be fair, you hadn’t been to one of these in months. crowds of people in their best clothes grinding against each other. dina onstage djing while jesse dances behind her. whispering sweet things in her ear. you spot a clear target in the crowd and walk down the stairs towards her.

flashing hues of red, blue, green, and purple cloud your vision as you struggle to approach abby. she decided to show her fucking face again, remembering she was your ride back home. once you push through everyone, you tap her broad shoulder and pull her to the side.

“where you been?” you lean against her, clearly gone. not in an intoxicated way, but a mental way. she could see it in your face. in your eyes. in the sunken areas underneath. in the way you were leaning like you were in pain. you fix your posture, putting more walls up. you could tell she was seeing through you.

“are you okay?” she furrows her brows, holding her hand out to touch your cheek. you dodge it. “why the fuck wouldn’t i be?” you spat. she places the tips of her index and thumb finger on the bridge of her nose, scrunching her face, and sighs. “i should’ve never said that to you. i was still mad at ellie and i took it out on you. i’m sorry—“

“oh fuck it. who cares? everybody keeps treating me like a punching bag and you know what? punching bags don’t have feelings. i don’t want to feel anymore i just—“

she’s looking at you horrified now. watching ellie take full effect over you. all her cruelty submerging itself into your brain. slowly acting as a parasite on the you she used to know. pieces of that girl were being lost. she was watching it happen in real time.

“i—fuck i need to get you out of here.”

“but i just got here abs. and we haven’t seen ellie—“

as if it was on cue, ellie appears from a gap in the crowd. her eyes meet yours, and she rushes over to you as she watches abby wrap her arms around you and try to lead you out.

“wait. let me talk to her.” ellie grabs your arm.

“you better fucking let go or you’re gonna loose all your fucking fingers.” abby chimes up, pulling you towards her. ellie laughs. “i don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but you only get one of those. and that was it.”

“oh really?”

“guys seriously.” you pull out of both of their grasps. “enough. i’m not a fucking baby. everybody always treats me like i’m some fucking fragile fucking baby. fuck off.” you look between the two of them. “we’re at a goddamn party, so let’s party.”

the music is louder than it was before. you let it take over your body, taking one of each girls hands into your own and leading them into the crowd. body grinding against them to the beat of the song.

“listen, i really need to talk to you!” ellie yells over it. abby is behind you snaking a hand around your waist to pull you closer to her. maneuvering her body to move the way yours was. “no way in hell is that happening.” she yells back for you.

ellie’s thinking about how hard she wants to punch her. while she’s looking at the way she’s holding you. while you’re smiling. while she balls her fist up and her knuckles turn white. while her breathing starts to calm when she focuses on your hand still in hers, prompting you to dance.

“we’ll talk after this then, okay? at the hotel?” her tone is hopeful.

she’s being such a party pooper. prying you for an answer, making it hard for you to enjoy the moment. you feel a rush of emotions creeping in. another memory, another after party.

a very unhappy ellie that’s made a simple mistake onstage. an unnoticeable strum of the wrong string. it was fucking her up. she was drunkenly stumbling around until someone had started to help her sober up. then she stumbled across you. sweet, angelic, kind, perfect and happy you. enjoying the fucking party. ofcourse, you’d left crying that night.

you feel the tears welling up but you swallow them down. “fine let’s go talk ellie, since you’re begging so fucking much. i’ll be right back abs.” you reply.

she leads you to a secluded bathroom in the far back. holding your hand and dragging you along like purse. she closes and locks the door, leaning against it.

there are fucking tears threatening to spill, you can hear it in her voice when she speaks up. “i don’t—fuck i don’t know what i’ve done to you.”

you scoff.

“no i mean i do. i fucked you up. fuck. how do i fix it? what do you want me to do?”

you’re transported back again. another bathroom, holding ellie as she cries into you. switches to screaming at you, then crying into you again. blaming you for the guitar string mistake. blaming you for her forgetting the lyrics onstage. telling you that you’re truly useless, and she has no idea why dina and jesse drag you around with them.

why won’t it go away?

“make it go away.” you look into her glossy eyes. interlocking your fingers with hers and looking up at her with desperate eyes. a little bit of the old you slipping in before your face molds into a devious expression.

“make it fuzzy. make me forget. make it go away.”

she’s confused at first, and then she laughs cockily. she’s laughing as you pull her closer. she’s laughing as she pushes you up against the counter with a fervor, finding your low grunt of pleasure pure ecstasy.

her lips crash into yours, hands grappling into your waist. “i’m sorry.” she pulls away then dives back in. “i’m sorry.” she kisses your cheek. “i’m so fucking stupid.” she kisses your jawline. “let me fuck all of this away, okay?” she whispers into your ear.

your mind is growing fuzzy with her hands all over you. tugging up your shirt to kiss and lick and smile against your skin, down your chest to your stomach. tugging on your pants and your underwear. spreading your legs, pushing them apart before attaching her lips to your dripping cunt. tongue slipping in between your folds spreading your wetness to your clit.

you slip your hands into her messy hair, tugging when she sucks harder. slapping her tongue against your bud. the vibration of her humming hard against your heat. she’s eating you out and she’s being so fucking sloppy with it. she’s making a mess of you. making your legs tremble underneath you. you hadn’t realized you’d been crying out for her. actually crying. tears of pleasure were spilling down your face as you moaned her name.

she pulls away when she realizes, hands cupping your face to wipe them away. “i’m making you cry again.” she states.

you open your mouth to respond, but you’re cut off by a moan getting pushed out of your throat when her fingers slip into your sloppy sopping hole. curved to hit a spot that was pure euphoria. better than drugs. better than revenge. you were intoxicated. feeling a knot in your stomach start to build as ellie stares into your teary eyes.

she looks like she’s about to say something but she chooses to kiss you instead. on your forehead. on your neck. on your tear stained cheeks. on your pouted lips.

in, out. in, out. at an unsympathetic pace, she’s pounding into you so hard you can’t think. she’s doing exactly what she promised. she’s making it all fuzzy for you. she’s helping you forget. she’s helping you feel something other than pain.

you feel yourself coming undone, throwing your head back as you reach your peak. her lips are at your ear as she whispers softly.

“there you go baby. i got you. it’s okay. i’m sorry. just let it go.”

and you do. you let it all melt away as the pleasure pins and needles run up and down your body. as your eyes roll back. as you forget. forget the hurt. forget the past. forget how to feel.

[lexisecretaccx]

High School Sweethearts pt.1 - Chris Sturniolo

PT2, PT3, PT4, PT5, PT6, PT7, PT8, PT9, PT10, ( rest of the parts on my Masterlist)

A/n: This is gonna be a series but PLSPLS bear with me bc I am struggling in school right now! This series reminds me of the K-12 Album tbf lol🤍🎀

(Chris sturniolo x Fem reader, skater Chris, nothing much atm, maybe a bit suggestive in a dream but not much else tbh.)

The bell rings, causing me to lift my head swiftly. I look around at the class and the other students are packing up so I copy, but just as I lean down to place my pencil case into my bag, a book slams on my desk making me jump out of my skin.

“You aren’t going anywhere y/n. Sleeping in class again?” My teacher Mr Rockwell looks down at me, his face cold and stern. “I’m sorry, I didn’t sleep well last night and..” he picks the book up off the desk, “no excuses. Good thing this is the last period because you can stay behind for detention. An hour and a half.” I sigh as he walks away before picking up a sheet of paper and placing it on my desk.

I place my face into my hands out of embarrassment, I’ve never had detention with this teacher before, I’m usually alert in his classes. “No more sleeping!” Mr Rockwell slightly yells from across the classroom and I pick up my pen before sighing and studying the page. Algebra. Math has never been my strong suit.

Mine and the teachers heads both shoot to the door as it opens with a squeak, a brunette boy walks into the room and up to the teachers desk, “You’re late again. Once more and there will be serious issues.” I hear Mr Rockwell say, before the boy replies “yeah sorry, see my brother had to..” “Excuses again! What’s the matter with the students in my class.” He mutters, leaning past the brunette to look at me.

My face flushes with embarrassment as the boy turns to look at me, he mustn’t have noticed there was anyone else in the class, I am seated right at the back to be fair. He smiles at me softly, before turning back to the teacher. I swear I recognised him, I think he was one of the triplets in our grade.

“Sit down.” Mr Rockwell mutters, handing the boy the same piece of paper he gave me. To my surprise the boy sat right next to me, probably to try copy me. “If you’re trying to copy me, you’re out of luck because I haven’t got a clue either.” I whisper and I look over to the boy, his eyes studying my face. “Do I know you?” He whispers back.

“I don’t know.. do you?” I ask in confusion because I haven’t ever spoken to him or his brothers, “yeah you’re the girl who sits at the front in science.” He chuckles and looks at the teacher at the front of the class and then back at me.I’m surprised he knows who I am, I didn’t know he was in my class.

“Oh yeah..” I laughed lightly. I look back down at my paper to try and make some sense of it, and I fail at that.

The teacher stands up and his chair squeaks against the floor, causing me and the boy to jump as we look up. “I need to go.. grab something from one of the other classrooms I’ll be 10 minutes minimum.” He spoke monotonously and walked out the class. I immediately look to the boy and he has the same confused expression on his face as I do.

“What was that about?” He looks to me for an answer, “I dont know but at least I don’t have him staring me down anymore,” I laugh, “what’s your name? Sorry I dont remember it.” I feel guilty, due to the fact that he knows who I am, I mean I know who he is but not enough to know his name, does he even know mine?

“Oh uh im Chris, and don’t stress it y/n u won’t be forgetting my name soon enough.” He smirks to me before his eyes focus on the equations in front of him. He knows my name. “What do you mean by that?” I laugh softly and he shrugs.

“Maybe you’ll remember me as the boy who stole the answers for this algae-bra shit.” He stands up whilst looking at me, “it’s Algebra, Chris, and you aren’t stealing answers, what if he comes back?”

“Chill, I’ll take the blame for it anyway.” He opens the drawer in the teachers desk and ruffles through some paper until he smiles and grabs a piece of paper, closes the drawer and walks back over to me. “You thief.” I joke with him as he sits back down and scoots his desk closer to me so we can share the paper.

We finish up with the paper and the teacher still hasn’t returned, Chris puts the paper back into his desk and we try to wait it out for the 25 minutes we have left. “Can we just leave now?” He rolls his eyes and taps his pen on the desk. “I wish but no. What if he comes back and we’re gone?” I watch him as he stops tapping his pen and leans down to his bag.

“Live a little y/n. He’s been gone for most this detention, it’s his fault if you leave early.” He packs his things into his backpack. “Plus I’ll write a note on his board and let him know we left ‘at the right time’” he does finger quotations and smirks, “fine.” I sigh.

He hops out his seat and grabs both our papers and places them on the desk, as I pack my things away. He writes on the board ‘sorry for being in detention or whatever but we did the work (it’s on ur desk) and left, love u teach xx - Chris’ “there.” He smiles proudly and I roll my eyes “you’re not funny.” I stand up.

We both sneak out the classroom and Chris leads me the way. We hear voices coming from a storage cupboard and he looks back at me before we go to move forward again but before we can start moving, the door swings open and a girl walks out, she looked about late 20s or something, she went down the hallway in the direction we were headed.

Chris turns to me and raises one of his eyebrows as if to say ‘what the fuck was she doing in there’ . About a minute later someone else stumbles out of the cupboard, my mouth drops when I realise it’s Mr Rockwell. He walks down the corridor towards his class which means he was gonna pass me and Chris. Chris pulls me behind a locker and my back is pressed right up against him.

Mr Rockwell passes us, and thankfully doesn’t see us. I let out a sigh of relief and Chris grabs my arm before we are running down the corridors and out the double doors. Chris leans against the brick wall, breathing heavily.

“I’m never doing that again.” I breath as I smile at him, “You know we will,” he smirks at me before checking his phone. “Shit I was supposed to be home like half hour ago I should go.” “But detention doesn’t end for what.. another like 10/15 minutes? Why would you need to be home before it ends?” I ask tilting my head slightly as he smiles and looks at his feet.

“Your detention doesn’t end for another 10/15 minutes, mine ended like 45 mins ago.” He looked at me, “what, why didn’t you leave when you should’ve then?” I am really confused now. “Didn’t want to leave you on your own.” He shrugged before grabbing a skateboard off of a rack. “Oh thanks.” I smile “You skate?” I try to hide my blush from his comment and bring my focus to his board.

“Uh yeah, do you?” He smiles down at me due to our height difference, “no but I tried once and I got scared.” I laugh, he laughs too before dropping his board onto the ground, “I’ll teach you sometime.” He starts to skate away, “see ya y/n!”.

I get home and throw my notebook down onto my desk, one of my pages is folded over, I hate when that happens. I turn to the page to unfold the corner and there’s writing on the page ‘know you would want this - Chris’ below that was his phone number. I smile to myself at his slightly messy handwriting and pick up my phone.

I add his number to my contacts and open up imessage. ‘How did you write that in my book without me noticing😂’ I press send. He replies with ‘gotta keep an eye on your stuff y/n😉’ we text back and forth for a bit before I go to sleep.

“You’re so pretty y/n.” I smile as he leans over me and smirks, “can I?” His hand plays with the seam on my panties. “Yes.. please.” He starts to kiss my neck, “fuck Chris…”

I sit up quickly, breathing fast. “What the fuck.” I mumble to myself before wiping my eyes and laying back down. Come on y/n you barely knew the boy before today and now you’re dreaming of him? I sigh heavily.

I’m never telling anyone about that.. ever..

A/n: omds I kinda like this.. I’m gonna try to make it a series but I won’t be able to update frequently! I love this storyline tho and I know where I’m going with this so bear with me!

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I CAN NOT WITH Y/N IN THIS VIDEO

sturnzzzzz the comments she made literally had me crying 😭

xoxo4chrisss idk if it is js me but i feel tension between chris n y/n the only time she talked about him was in the last photo and the whole rest of the video was with her nick n matt but no chris interactions like they used too. babes4urmom i lwk feel like it was abt liam idk bc i feel like her n chris had something going on but privately 🤷🏻‍♀️

JENENOTJENY NO ONE WILL EVER MAKE ME HATE Y/N AND HER JOKES 🙏🏻🙏🏻 y/nn_y/l/n ugh thank you finally someone agrees JENENITJENY GIRL IDK IF U REMEMBER ME BUT I MET U AT SABRINA CARPENTERS CONCERT!!! y/nn_y/l/n NO GIRL I REMEMBER YOU DWWW

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Luvangelbreak's Masterlist

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First time

Destress

Texts w/ Flirty BFF!Matt

Texts w/ Flirty BFF!Matt pt. 2

Texts w/ Flirty BFF!Matt pt.3 (+ BFF!Chris)

Snaps w/ fwb!Matt

One-shots

Touch

Remember Me

Safe

Texts w/ Dealer!Chris

Texts w/ Flirty BFF!Chris

Texts w/ Flirty BFF!Chris pt.2

Regret it

One-shots

Texts w/ BFF!Nick

Combo one-shots

Triplets/Sam&Colby as Mythical Creatures

Triplets/Sam&Colby as a Rock Band

[shira-cosmic-star]

Thoughts for Pennies pt7

Ritsu talks about his dad a lot. He also brings up how he started to learn how to be a lawyer at the age 4. Before that he was with his mom and traveling to all sorts of places. But soon as he’s 4 he needed to learn how to be a lawyer.

It’s really sad to me. Ritsu never got to be a child. He never got to do what most would consider normal. Playing with kids, learning how to ride a bike with their parents, spending the night at their friend’s place, trick or treating, eating junk food, playing video games, and the list goes on.

Ritsu might be a victim of child labor and emotional abuse. He talks about his dad a lot in a way that he admires him in a non healthy manner. Almost as if he thinks that’s the only way, he would ever get a pat on the back or even have his dad look at him and talk to him for more than a few seconds.

He also calls his dad, “Father.” Which strikes me in a “authoritarian way.” Like it has more power over Ritsu. Which there’s nothing wrong with calling you dad, “father.” Though in Ritsu’s case, I can’t help but think that

Ritsu might not be doing what he’s doing, for his own sake. He’s probably doing it for his dad. Ritsu barely mentions his mom, but if I remember correctly. He brings up that he misses his mom’s cooking. What happened to his mom though? Sounds like she’s working with his dad or she’s not alive anymore. Which might be the reason why his dad forces him to learn and work at a young age.

Ritsu also doesn’t know how emotional handle things. He isn’t emotionally mature. He thinks more with his action and mind rather than his heart or how he feels about anything. Mainly because he wasn’t allowed to feel the emotions and understand them. He’s mature enough to not act recklessly, but again. He isn’t mature enough to understand what he feels and the emotions that he comes across.

Through all the that has happened in his childhood to now. He idolized his own dad. Which might cause him to think that the more he pleases his dad the more affection and love he’ll get. But he might not have been able to get his dad time, approval and, attention.

Overall, I wonder if in the story. Would he have a breaking point, or would he feel stumped in life? I feel like Taiga would play a part in it along side of MC. Will Ritsu learns what happened to him wasn't healthy? Would he tried to be a little more selfish? Or would he completely lose it?

(I also think he’s touch starved)

[sunshineandspencer]

Most ardently (Part 10)

Let me stress, this is not Maeve from the show, but my own Maeve just named the same to send Spencer into hell whenever he thinks about it.

A/N: You’ll never hear me admit it, but there's a chance I got distracted by Stardew Valley and forgot that anything else existed, my apologies <3

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!OC.

Summary: Spencer fully exhausts himself waiting for her to wake up in the form of reading Pride and Prejudice to an unconscious person.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: swearing, Pride and Prejudice mentioned 6 times in this post (I apologise)

Parts: Pt1, Pt2, Pt3, Pt4, Pt5, Pt6, Pt7, Pt8, Pt9, End

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Waking up to the constant, familiar sound of Pride and Prejudice, heavily underscored by the throbbing in her gut, was not something she ever knew how badly she needed. Especially when the person reading to her is Spencer Reid.

Granted the lingering pain left her unable to open her eyes just yet, leaving her willingly bathing in the rasp of his voice.

He’s been reading her Pride and Prejudice while she is- was unconscious purely because he knows it's her favourite. The absolute and utter sap, she wants to smooch over his face.

It’s clear, however, that he’s been reading for hours, both from where he’s reading in the book and by the scratch to his voice. She knows he got injured too, remembered his blood coming off on her hands and trying to tell him to go get checked - as if she wasn’t bleeding out. But if this idiot is putting her health above his own, she will stab him.

A joke he likely wouldn’t see the funny side of for at least three years.

Shifting slightly to try and alleviate the pressure somehow on her gut, she realises that the weight in her hand isn’t the medication but his hand. Pressing into her own desperately, their fingers laced together.

Every now and then he would squeeze her hand, as if making sure she’s still there. Making sure she’s still stable.

She.. can still feel his wedding ring on his hand, and whenever he squeezes their fingers, she can feel her own still on. Occasionally feeling his fingers graze over the rings before settling again.

Forcing her groggy mind to clear, focusing on him and what part he’s currently reading. 

Truly, it could’ve been moments since she first woke up, or it might’ve been a few hours, she’s honestly not sure. But it was a testament to how exhausted he is, not even realising that she moved, just continuing with the story.

“-- I feel as if I had never done you justice, or loved you as you deserve..”

His voice broke on that, and he took in as deep a breath as he could manage without crying again.

The line was talking of a sisterly love, but it clearly got to him more than the original meaning. Hand gripping hers tight enough to bruise, finally getting her to pry her eyes open, not wanting him to cry for her when she’s awake and fine.

But her voice got caught in her throat as she finally saw him.

The room is dark, lit only by the lamp’s warm glow from the bedside table, giving her the darkness she had begged for before she passed out. Very grateful as it does feel like her head is about to start pounding.

Watching him closely for a few minutes, knowing he was really out of it if he didn’t feel her eyes on him. He forced his tears down and kept reading.

He looked like he hadn’t gotten a lick of sleep for however long she’s been out, which is easily likely knowing him. Eyes raw from where he’d clearly been crying before, and bloodshot from reading at such a low light. There had been glasses perched on his nose, and they’d left indents, but now they were sat on the bedside table.

With a soft sigh, she decided to finally reach out to press her free hand to the top of the book, ignoring the twinge in her gut. Pushing it down so that he’d finally look at her, meeting his wide eyes with a grimace.

“You look like shit. When was the last time you--”

The book got tossed at the bedside table, and hit the edge, falling to the floor. Leaving him free to rush to his feet and take her face urgently between his hands. Tired eyes restlessly searching her face.

Registering her words and giving out a reluctant huff of laughter.

“You’re one to talk, you’ve been asleep for three days.”

Blinking softly, she moved to hold onto his forearms, holding them both steady as she looked up at him.

“You haven’t been reading the whole time, have you? How many times can you even--”

“Ten.. and a bit.”

“You.. read me Pride and Prejudice ten times?”

Gulping thickly, his thumb smoothed over her face, as if to assure himself that she’s awake and actually talking to him. Nearly sighing in relief again when she leant into his touch and gazed up at him, clearly still waiting for an answer.

“It’s your favourite.”

As if that was all the reason he needed to sit there and read her the same book over and over again.

No one else, ever, would’ve sat by her side - while she’s completely unconscious and they’re not even sure if she can hear them - to read Pride and Prejudice ten and a bit times purely because it’s her favourite book. Seventy-two hours of reading the same thing to her.

This man is going to be the death of her.. she might cry.

Pursing her lips to stop them from trembling at the sudden onslaught of feeling for this man, but as she hid her face in his palm, he assumed it was because she started hurting again.

Panic flaring hard in his chest as he gently urged her to face him again.

“Maeve? How you feeling sweetheart? Should I call the doctor? Maybe the nurse- just to check you out.”

He kept talking but once his first name passed her lips, everything else was obsolete, everything around her dampened into nothingness besides savouring the way her name sounded on his lips. When he went to push the button for the nurse, however, her hand shot out to grab his, holding tight. Even as he started panicking about calling a nurse, she just cut him off gently.

“Spence.. you called me Maeve again. I thought I’d imagined it before.”

Not realising that he froze, coming to terms with the fact that she remembers everything from before she passed out. The names he called her, and.. The way he begged for her not to leave him.

She just kept teasing him gently, not catching on to his reaction and having missed it over the last three days she was asleep, listening to his voice.

“This mean you’re finally going to admit you don’t hate me? Pretty please?”

Spencer never got a chance to tell Maeve, other Maeve - God knows when she became the other Maeve in his life - and had only really just come to terms with the knowledge that he probably never did love her. She was sweet on him, and he was her only source of human interaction that wasn’t her stalker, it was proximity that made them fall for each other - like having a crush on someone you only ever see on the bus everyday.

What they’d had could’ve become love, eventually, but he never got to that point with her. The guilt in knowing that had passed, because his entire focus fell to Maeve. His Maeve.

The woman he’d sworn to hate because of her name, and he’d fallen for her anyway. Like a school-kid with a crush on a popular girl. Except they aren’t in school, they’re grown as adults, and he nearly lost her out in the real world without her ever knowing how he felt.

She’s here, alive and warm between his palms, her pupils dilated as she gazed at him.

“Maeve, I like you.”

She gave a soft laugh, and he immediately realised that she didn’t get it in the way he meant. Having, accidentally, confessed like a school-kid - damn his useless brain putting him on the wrong train of thought.

“Congrats, didn’t know I’d have to be stabbed--”

“Angel, don’t joke about it.”

Maybe it was the stern voice, or the way he’d called her angel again, but she immediately shut up. His jaw was tense and she softened, quietly whispering an apology as he forced himself to calm down. Wanting, desperately, to slide his hands down to her gut, to trace the stitches like he had hundreds of times in the past three days - making sure she’s all still together.

Wanting to firmly scold her for joking about it, knowing that he hates it, but holding off because he knows that’s her way of acknowledging the entire incident. Besides, he can’t get distracted now.

Sighing and taking her face back between her hands.

“No, Maeve, I like you. Fuck’s sake sweetheart, I’m in love with you. I want to take you on dates and call you my girlfriend.” His thumb gently brushed her bottom lip and their breathing fell out of sync for the first time since she woke up. “And.. I really want to kiss you right now, but you’re recovering so I won’t.”

He hadn’t caught the awestruck look on his face, too focused on the way his thumb brushed her lip, only looking up when her face changed and he caught it scrunching up unhappily. For a few painfully sparse moments, he could only watch as she thought of what to say.

Grounded from the pounding in his ears by her hands moving to cover his, gripping them tightly against her face.

“But that’s- that's not fair-” And there goes his heart, crumbling to- “I’m completely fine, kiss me anyway.”

It was as if he could feel his heart being gently put back together by her insistence. Trying to pull him closer, which obviously didn’t work. He only laughed, full of utter adoration and painful relief, leaning down to kiss her forehead instead.

“No. I’ll kiss you when you’re out, as an incentive to feel better. And to actually take care of yourself.”

Gaping up at him, she then playfully reached out to swat at his arm. Grumbling ‘unhappily’ under her breath.

“Stupid, responsible boyfriend.” His face lit up at that, and she couldn’t stop her own joy licking at her face. Making her grin even though she definitely didn’t want to, and she couldn’t stop even as she tried. “Yeah, yeah. I hope you know you’re stuck with me now.”

“Don’t say it like it’s a bad thing.”

Utterly aghast that she would say that as if it isn’t the best thing he’d ever heard, only giving in when she laughed softly between his hands. Leaning in to press their foreheads together, noses brushing.

He’s just close enough that, if she wanted to, she could surge up to kiss him. But that would hurt and probably rip her stitches.. and would definitely be worth it. As if he could read her thoughts - profiler boyfriend definitely could - he kissed her nose and backed off. No way in hell is he going to let her risk her recovery just for a snog.

“I’m going to get the nurse, don’t move.”

Leaving Maeve with this dopey little smile on her face, and if she were able to lie on her front, she would be swinging her legs like a ditzy little thing. Suddenly remembering something and calling out urgently.

“Spence!” He whipped around, still nervous that something would go wrong at any minute, but she’s just smiling at him. “I love you too.”

With a soft laugh, he tugs the blinds down a little more to ease the aching in her head, fucker knows her so well.

“I love you more angel. I’ll be right back, and I’ll grab you some jello.”

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To be a Hero... Or maybe PT5

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A lunch to remember

(Skipping Ahead a few weeks... Don't judge me) \

"Izuku! Hurry Your ass up" Y/N tried tugging her boyfriend out of the classroom so they could get lunch. "Shoto is waiting for usssss" She moaned, shaking his arm back and forth as he continued to slowly pack up his bag.

"Okay, Love... I'm going" He chuckled at her rushed pace, wanting both the delicious food and to meet up with the only official friend they've made so far. 'Guess not much has changed' He huffed, taking her hand and slinging his bag over his shoulder. Since they arrived... many of their classmates avoided them. Most were scared of Y/N and the others... didn't exactly want to associate with someone who was quirk-less. They spoke behind their backs, but the two heard every word... It saddened Y/N. Izuku could tell as the spark of hope that maybe, just maybe... He had found a space that welcomed him but it quickly faded. The most heartbreaking was the fact that her idol... Eraserhead... found one dangerous and the other useless. 'Damn this fucken school... breaking Her heart like that' he allowed his eyes to wander, passing classmates who only offered glances or glares.

"Izuku?" She squeezed his hand twice in an attempt to get his attention. With a soft hum, he glanced down at her, allowing his emerald eyes to meet her soft y/e/c. "Shoto said a teacher called him for a meeting" She sighed, scrolling back up through the parade of messages Shoto had sent her. "Man... you can tell this guy never had many friends.." She glanced back up at Izuku and giggled. "But then again neither have we!". As the lunchrush hero came into view, Y/N quickened her pace to grab both of them food.

(Mini mini Time skip)

As they took their seats across from one another at their now usual table, Y/N hummed excited for the meal that was prepared for the day. Izuku smiled as he dug into a hearty BLT, with a satisfied hum as his hunger was temporarily sated. He glanced up at Y/N offering a goofy-looking smile due to his mouth being full. "tis it goo?" He asked, mumbling as he spoke.

Y/N gently blew on her pasta, but immediately nodded her head the second she pulled the fork from her mouth. "Delicious" She hummed, savoring the savory but sweet taste of the sauce. He chuckled softly at her bright smile and lips slightly covered in the sauce. They enjoyed the silence at the table, allowing the hustle and bustle from the cafeteria to fill it. It was kinda peaceful, however, they were both painfully aware that they would most likely never be accepted into such fun. However, their silent thoughts didn't last that long because there were heavy steps that were quickly approaching their table. Izuku looked up to see who was approaching and the subtle drop of his face caused Y/N to look behind her. "Bakugo" She whispered, seeing the angry blonde walk towards their table, his eyes never leaving Izukus's sitting position. "Don't panic..." She sighed, moving to gently grab Izuku's hand.

"R-Right" Before he could fully respond, a hand slammed onto their table, sparks flying as he did so. The aggressiveness caused Y/Ns fork to fall off the table. With a now annoyed look, she took a deep breath in an attempt to maintain her composure. Izuku however, couldn't help the way his eyes narrowed, his body tensed, and that familiar flicker of anger crossed over him. "Kacchan" His eyes were now locked with those of the attacker, anger evident behind them.

"Bet you think you're so great? Huh? Survived the first month" His hand continued to spark and flicker causing the table to burn under his touch... "But you'll never be accepted... The quirkless and the freak! Quite the pair" He growled, watching them closely for some type of reaction.

"How funny for you to say such ignorant words... We sit at the top of the class currently and yet" She was quickly cut off when Bakugo was now in her face. She didn't flinch but only matched his glare.

"Always got a fucken mouth on you! Let us settle this! huh?!" He quickly swiped his hand, knocking her plate onto the ground. "Right now! I'll fight both of you and kick your asses!" He seethed with anger, now standing straight up, and began making his way to the courtyard just outside the doors of the cafeteria.

"Fine... if it will stop you from bothering us further.... then Let us do so" She huffed, angered that her food was now ruined, her day, and her mood also ruined due to him. "I simply want you out of our lives... as much as we can do since you're still in our class" Izuku was quick to follow, he didn't like the interaction that had just happened... in fact, he wanted to see Bakugo spill blood for ruining such a lovely moment between them. None of them noticed the slight bit of the air shift, as a deep dark swirl slowly disappeared from the corner of the room.

"How interesting... I think I like those two... you can feel the blood lust" A deep chuckle sounded before it was slowly consumed by the noise of the room.

As the three stood in the courtyard, the tension in the air was so thick it could be cut. "So... who do you want to fight first?" Y/N broke the silence, her voice annoyed but the slightest bit of thrill due to the approaching battle.

"I want you first! Rather use the energy on someone half worth fight" His face comforted into a sinister smirk. "I'll kick your ass and then throw the damn Deku through a window... see if that finishes the job" He cracked his neck and stretched his hands up over his head, groaning with his back released satisfying pops. Y/N however, only hummed at his words, she had no issue fighting him first... however, she feared if he continued to run his mouth.... he just might get himself killed.  "Alright, you freak... Let's see if your damn Bites are as good as your bark" He settled into a battle position, much different from when they first fought. Anyone could tell he's been training, he was a buffer and his stance represented that of someone who knew what they were doing.

"Don't blame me for beating you black and blue" She sighed, lifting her leg into her own stance. She glanced at Izuku who had found a seat a good distance from the battlefield to avoid getting in the way. Both stood still for a moment, each wanting to show their dominance. Even with the fresh air of the outside, it still felt heavy, as if two gods were about to face off. 'More like a god and a wanna-be hero' Y/N smirked as she watched his hips shift, signaling he was going to move.

The soft sounds of crackling from Bakugos palms were heard, he allowed his sweat to run... fueling his fire. He couldn't resist his primal instinct to attack fist, with a quick step he was on her, relishing stronger explosions and punches. His speed surprised her, which allowed him to get a few hits in before she was able to catch her movements up. She blocked and dodged, moving faster than she had in their previous fight. His frustration only grew as she continued to evade his attacks, exactly the same as she had done about a year ago. It angered him... he thought he had caught up to this monstrosity of a woman... but it was as if he was standing still. He trained day in and day out... beating her was like a final boss before he could continue happily down his hero path but it appeared... it wasn't enough. "AGHH" He screamed letting his punch fly faster and his explosion expanding in range.

Y/N shifted her stance kicking out his leg before pushing herself away from him. As she assessed the situation, she quickly switched to offensive mode. Moving quickly and sending a punch into his lower jaw. It was as if a shock wave hit his body, her punch was pinpoint and accurate, causing the pain to seethe through his body. With a soft stumble, he tried to regain his footing but was quickly knocked off balance again by another one of her hits. "Come on Kacchan~ thought you were gonna kick my ass?" She giggled, containing her attacks with punches and Kicks alike. Some he was able to dodge others landed exactly where they were aimed.  "And my worthless quirk hasn't even been used yet" She whispered into his ear as she got close to him. He quickly reacted by sending an explosion that sent them both flying back.

Gritting his teeth, he stood gripping his arms which were already bruising.... Her sheer physical strength was unbelievable... It horrified him. No average woman should be as strong as him... Not when he's at his peak but Y/N was some sort of demon... a devil... a necromancer... Her skills were honed, perfect to a level far above anyone at the fresh age of 18 should be. He huffed, allowing his eyes to focus on her body, he hadn't even registered that she was moving until a heavy right hook caught his face. "Gak" He spit out blood as his world spun quickly, he stumbled trying to stay up but ultimately he was knocked on his ass. He lied their realization washing over him. He was outclassed, in terms of speed, strength, maturity, and skill overall. She had proven that to him without question by leaving him there, beaten and bruised.... just like she had promised.

"So Kacchan... I kept my promise... can you keep yours" She asked standing over him, smirking as his eyes continued to swirl within his brain. "Izuku's eager.." She hummed, watching as he held his head, struggling to sit up completely. His pride was still evident on his facade, he was hurting but no way in hell was he going to allow Izuku to win by default.

"Like hell, I'll forfeit to that damn Deku" Defeat was hard to swallow for him... but he refused to do so without walking out without at least one win... with his pride in the most amount of Pain. Kacchan stood, wincing and wheezing as he did so. "Hng" He wobbled as he stood, quickly moving to wipe the blood that dripped down his nose but nonetheless he stood and took a stance.

"You ready?" Y/N asked, wiping her face with her discarded sweater to clean the grime, dirt, soot, and blood off. She glanced at Izuku when she received no response from him, she gasped as his face was twisted into a sick smile. She had seen it before, and she couldn't help but giggle. Force once Izuku was excited to face Bakugo, he wanted to face off with him... for his own sheer enjoyment.

"Y-Yeah" he took a shaky step towards Bakugo, while Y/N moved to sit where he once was. With a deep breath, his shaking eyes met Bakugos fiery ones, bleeding with determination.

"You look a little scared there Deku... You really gonna let her make you fight me?" He tisked... "poor boy, so smitten that he'll die for her own entertainment" Nobody missed the way Bakugo continued to sway, still feeling the pain from her previous hits... yeah his forearm was definitely fractured. With a quick smack to his cheeks, Izuku refocused himself on the task at hand... maybe not necessarily beating Bakugo... but at least making him bleed a little more. He could feel her eyes, her pride, her love... she was so proud of the length he had come... from that sad, suicidal boy to one now that could stand with confidence. " SPEAK YOU DAMN DEKU" Bakugo was getting increasingly angrier with Izuku's lack of response. His eyes narrowed as Izuku sank into a fighting stance, watching as his face seemed to have locked in on His body... as if he was analyzing his very being.

With the sudden shift in demeanor, Bakugo followed his move. He was expecting the boy to be shaking, and crying... but he was only met with a cold and determined expression. "Well Well Well... looks like someone decided to stop being a doormat!" He crackled his hands, as way he used to scare Izuku just a few years ago. "Let's see if you've been a good bitch and learned some new tricks!" Before he could continue, Izuku was on the move, his speed surprised Bakugo... 'He couldn't even run a lap last time I saw him' Bakugo gasped as he brought his arms up to block Izuku's punch... He was right the last time he saw Izuku at P.E. Senior year... he was so exhausted from training he could barely walk. His punch was powerful.... not inhuman, not like hers, but definitely stronger than the average man. 'W-who the hell' His thoughts ran rapid... he mostly left him alone through the end of High School... last he checked he was a weak Deku with no skill, strength, or speed yet here he was proving him wrong.

His sheer growth is what caused Bakugos confidence to waver the slightest bit… he had underestimated him and he was paying the price. Lost in his own thoughts Bakugo was unable to dodge the knee that hit his stomach sharply. Being already bruised from the previous match… everything hurt 10X more than it should. Hunching over and coughing up some of his lunch… Izuku surprised himself. He knew the only reason Bakugo had gone down so easily was due to the ass-beating Y/N had given him… but it still felt good. He felt like a god… never before had he ever felt such a surge of strength and confidence… “Ha HAHAHA YEAHHH” he screamed cheering happily and laughing like a maniac.

“Izuku!” Y/N went to warn him but was too late as Bakugo sent a blast that sent Izuku flying through a window…’ just like he had predicted’ She felt a bead of sweat fall as the shattered glass fell and surrounded Izuku. Bakugo stood, still holding his gut, and smirked at Izukus's motionless body…

”Damn Deku… stay the fuck down or die” He huffed, slowly walking towards Izuku's body… however what he wasn’t expecting was a soft groan and a very alive and conscious Izuku. He gasped at the man… bloody, scratched riddled, with chunks of glass sticking out of his arms, hair, and neck. “W-What the fuck?” He took a step back, watching as Izuku struggled to stand… slicing his hand open as he grabbed onto the window seal.

”Y-you Know Kacchan… turns out I did have a quirk” Izuku winced slightly as he yanked a chunk of glass from his bicep… “Always wondered how your explosions never killed me… why they hurt but never as much as they should have” Now back at his full height, limping forwards out of the shattered mess. “turns out… I just might have a quirk… a little thing called pain endurance” He muttered, slowly and desperately making his way to Y/N. “I give up… you win” he huffed, now with his back turned to the fiery blonde he looked up to face Y/N “ I’m sorry… I failed”

“oh, baby…. You did just fine” she mumbled, gently running her magic-coated hand over his body to remove the shards of broken glass. “ you punched him… and that was enough” She was saddened at his watery eyes… but she could see the tiniest hint of pride at not only standing up to Bakugo but actually hurting him.

Still standing in shock… A quirk… no he was messing with him… right? No way a kid who’s been quirkless this entire time suddenly gets one. He refused to believe it… how “YOU DAMN DEKU SON OF A BITCH YOU BEEN LYING” Bakugo snapped… how dare he hide such a thing. The trust was… Izuku didn’t actually have a quirk… he just lacked some nerves within his body allowing it to endure more pain. So Y/N took advantage of it.

Y/N gently moved from where she was healing Izuku's wounds, allowing her entire body to face him… “ you’re such a di” she was cut off when swirls of purple and black began to separate them… “t-that’s not me” she whispered, moving the still somewhat injured Izuku behind her. All eyes widened as a hand reached out for the couple, fingers twitching as the arm slowly followed. “BAKUGO!! RUN” Y/N screamed… she didn’t know what was going on… but whatever it was, she knew he shouldn’t be here.

“FUCK THAT I AINT LETTING YOU” He argued, believing this was her doing, some strange shit with her magic.

“UGHH YOU IDIOT” She screamed, suddenly swiping her hand as a pair of arms snatched Bakugo up, Dragging him away.

“W-WHAT THE FUCK!!! HEY,” He continued screaming as this unknown being dragged him away. Y/N huffed, a lot of her energy drained with that move.

“Ugh, huff hate calling him and then making him leave” She huffed, leaning into Izuku but maintaining her eyes on the man who was now complaining through the portal… sitting there… watching the two and running his nails up and down his neck.

“It's a pleasure to finally meet you..”

(Okayyyy!! Now we really start.... i'm not gonna lie to yall.... this is a whole ass story at this point hehe) My bad BUT ANWYAS

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GhostABO pt7

(Clap and a half for me remembering I left on a cliffhanger lol)

The door is slammed open, two staff members checking on their patients and discover the scene unfolding in front of them. An alpha cornering a scared and vulnerable omega, hysterical. Simon has no time to explain.

“Security!!” The first nurse rushes him and Simon moves like a ghost, sidestepping the beta and countering by pinning them against the wall, pressing the nurse’s face down and away like muscle memory. In his periphery, Simon can see the other nurse trying to calm Vic down, her screaming breaking the silence and stirring commotion beyond the door. Fuck.

Ghost’s hackles rose as a growl roared from his throat as the second nurse stepped towards his omega. He couldn’t help himself if he wanted to. Ghost pulled the first nurse back from the wall and slammed their head against it, ensuring to knock them unconscious and out of the way. The alpha stepped over the body and stalked towards the second nurse who dare get this close to what is his. A Reaper called to his duty.

“Get back!” He barks.

The nurse pauses, but does not back down from the threatening alpha. “Lieutenant, this is highly inappropriate and you need to get yourself together!”

He knows. He knows what he’s making this whole situation look like. Like the dark and scary alpha with a skull face is threatening a terrified omega and turning increasingly aggressive. But he just can’t help himself. He needs to keep her safe. “Get out!” The nurse doesn’t immediately leave, which makes Ghost’s nails itch in irritation; the beast stirring. Eventually the nurse steps back and Simon can finally breath again.

“We have a situation in room 149-“ the voice trails off.

Simon looks towards the omega, wanting to make anything better. Vic still hasn’t moved, still paralyzed in fear, but there’s a focus in her vision, staring right at him. “It’s just me-“ He doesn’t test his limits and steps closer to her, instead he goes down to his knees and opens his palms to her, trying to make his large and threatening frame anything but. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” Ghost took heavy breaths, trying to breathe through his mouth “You were having a bad dream. I just wanted to-“

The wind is knocked out of him as two larger alphas tackled Ghost to the ground, his face being smushed on the cold, dirty tile. He immediately begins to fight back, enraged at being touched and held down suddenly. He falls further into his alpha, unable to shake off the element of surprise. “It’s not-“

A pin prick. Two.

It isn’t long before the edges of Simon’s vision begin to swim with black and a sudden and heavy drowsiness begin to take him under. “No!” He screamed. He uses the last of his draining energy to turn towards Vic, overpowering the alphas on top of him just to reach for her. And she reaches back.

A foot connects to Simon’s face and everything goes black.

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[iamvegorott]

Magicians Don't Need Superheros Pt7

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Marvin sat on the edge of the examination table, slumped over and finding it harder and harder to keep his head up and eyes open. He’d be allowed to go lay down soon, right? He had his measurements taken and he answered all of Henrik’s questions. The doctor seemed fairly chill considering everything else, but that might just be his ‘work personality’ since he seemed to match the chaotic energy earlier. 

Jackie had snuck him two cookies earlier and Marvin had to admit the treats were really good. Maybe he’ll meet JJ tomorrow and put a face to the cookies. There seemed to be at least one more Septiceye. Who knew if Chase had more to that list before he got distracted by the missing one? How many Egos were there? Was it just the two groups or were there more? Did Jackie mention more? His head felt so stuffed that he couldn’t even remember anymore.

“Psst. Marvin.” 

“Hm?” Marvin turned his head at the whisper and saw Jackie peeking his head through the door of the room. “You dork.” He sighed at Jackie waving a cookie in the air. 

“You don’t want it? Cause I got two.” Jackie leaned over some more and showed that he had a cookie in each hand. “I mean, I know you’ve already had two, but you gotta get what you can when it comes to sugar in this house since it’ll be gone before you know it.” 

“Does every Septiceye have a sweet tooth?” 

“Pretty much.”

“Alright, I’ll take the cookie.” Marvin chuckled at Jackie’s excited giggle as he slipped into the room and gave him one of the treats. “JJ really does know how to make good cookies.” He said before biting down on it. It wasn’t as warm as the first time he was given the cookies, but it was still so soft and the chocolate chips still oozed. They had to be made from scratch to be like this.

“He’d had a lot of practice. JJ bakes a lot in general but he bakes even more when he’s stressed.” Jackie said casually and took a bite, getting half of the cookie into his mouth. Which was a lot considering the cookies were the size of his hand.

“Is he stress baking right now?” Marvin asked. 

“Kind of,” Jackie said through the mouthful of cookie. “A new Ego appearing is always stressful.” He chewed for a second before his eyes widened and he swallowed. “Not that you’re stressful or anything! It’s just that-like-you know-you don’t know. You don’t know the things yet, but it’s just that-it’s-it’s just a…a-uh…” 

“New things are stressful,” Marvin said.

“That.” Jackie’s shoulders relaxed in relief.

“I will just need a blood sample and then we are done for the day,” Henrik stated as he came into the room, not looking over to where Marvin and Jackie were as he went to a counter and started getting out the supplies he’d need. “I will also need you to come to my office first thing in the morning, do not eat or drink before then so that I can take another sample for comparisons and to know your-the cookies are for after the blood taking.” He sighed after turning and seeing Jackie and Marvin. 

“You’re taking blood?” Jackie’s voice nearly went up a whole octave. Marvin didn’t think that was possible and yet the other man sounded like a squeaky toy with that question. 

“Yes, I am.” Henrik had a laugh in his voice. Marvin could tell that he was missing something.

“Do you not like blood?” Marvin asked Jackie.

“It is not the blood that is the problem. It is how it is taken. Jackie does not like needles.” Henrik stated.

“Don’t tell him that, man!” Jackie shouted in embarrassment. “Heros aren’t afraid of anything.” 

“If that is true, then perhaps you can allow me to take a sample of your blood? The yearly samples are coming up soon and we can get yours done early.” Henrik suggested with almost an evil grin. 

“I-um…what was that Chase?” Jackie started backing toward the door. “I gotta go.”

“I did not hear anything.” Henrik hummed.

“Supersonic hearing and stuff.”

“That is not one of your-”

“Gotta go, bye!” Jackie turned and ran out of the room. Marvin watched Jackie go and then broke out into a laugh. 

“Last year we had to have six of us hold him down to get blood,” Henrik said with a chuckle, washing his hands, and putting gloves on. “And that was with the strongest among us.” 

“Everyone’s scared of at least one thing.” Marvin finished his treat as he waited. 

“I wish you the best of luck convincing Jackie of that. Despite having to literally restrain him, he claims endless fearlessness.” Henrik peeked over his shoulder. “Do you mind rolling your sleeve for me?” Marvin nodded and did as asked, more than ready to get this last part done and over with. 

“So, you and Chase are the ones in charge here?” Marvin asked.

“I guess one could say that. Honestly, Chase is more of the one that gives orders, I just try to keep everyone alive.” Henrik rolled a little tray over and sat in a chair next to Marvin. “Everyone mostly does as they please aside from being assigned a job from time to time.” 

“A job?” 

“We do freelance jobs, and depending on the Ego determines what end of the range that job is. Some are more…legal than others. It-” Henrik stopped when he could practically see Marvin wanting to explode from information overload. “It is something that you can be told about later.”

“Okay” Marvin sighed, being sure to look at anything but his arm as Henrik filled a vial with his blood. “So…I have a room?” 

“You do. The details of how it came to be can also be shared at a later point as well. The door has stayed locked since you have yet to arrive, but now you should be able to walk in. It is the door across from Jackie’s room. I will call for him to show you once we are done.”

“Is that the ‘connection’ Jackie mentioned? He said there was a reason why he was the one that had to get me to come here.” Marvin felt the bandage getting wrapped around his arm. 

“The…um…well that is much more complicated. That is something that will be explained after you begin to meet the others. I think some rest is what you need the most at the moment.” Henrik got out of the chair and stepped away with the collected blood. 

“Doctor’s orders.” Marvin lightly laughed as he fixed his sleeve. “Does that mean I can go now?” 

“Let me call for Jackie.” Henrik went over to a fridge and pulled out a bottle of apple juice, handing it to Marvin. 

“Thanks.” Marvin opened the bottle, getting himself a sip as Henrik stuck his head out of the door.

“Jackie! Come here, please!” Henrik shouted and Marvin choked on his drink. He was not expecting that kind of volume to come out. “He should be here in a moment,” Henrik said back at his usual level and smiled at Marvin. “You do not feel lightheaded, correct?”

“I feel good.” Marvin’s answer came out hoarse.

“Oh! I should have warned you. Sorry. I am used to the noise of the House, you will adapt quickly to it as well.” Henrik apologized as he went back to the counter. 

“Cool.” Marvin got off of the examination table. “I’m just going to wait for him in the-hi Jackie.” He opened the door and Jackie was right there. 

“What’s up?” Jackie asked. 

“He is finished. Could you show him to his room?” Henrik didn’t look away from his work. 

“Got’cha!” Jackie did a salute and stepped back. He did a little bow and gestured with his hands. “Right this way.” 

“I’m about this close to just passing out on the floor.” Marvin held up a hand to show the small measurement he spoke of, leaving the room and beginning to go down the hall. 

“I mean, if you do I can just carry you,” Jackie suggested.

“Don’t tempt me.” Marvin rubbed his face with a hand and stopped when Jackie was suddenly in front of him with his back to him.

“Up, up,” Jackie said as he slapped his back.

“I was joking.” 

“Up, up.” 

“I’m not climbing on you. I’m fine.” 

“Up-”

“Don’t.”

“-Up.”

“You’re going to keep doing that until I agree, aren’t you?”

“Yep.”

“Well, have fun with eternity.” Marvin went around Jackie and kept going down the hall. He couldn’t help a smile when he heard Jackie laughing and it was only a moment later that he was at his side again. 

“My room is right up here.” Jackie pointed and then jogged ahead, stopping in front of a door. Marvin was far from surprised at the decor on the door; printed pictures of superheroes and manga characters. There were some speech bubbles with text next to some of the characters and Marvin assumed they were quotes. “And that means this one is yours.” Jackie took a large step to be on the other side of the hall and pointed at the blank door. 

“I can finally get some sleep.” Marvin sighed. 

“If you ever need anything, don’t be afraid to knock on my door or, you know, do what Hen does and yell for me.” Jackie offered with a puff to his chest. 

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. Good night, Jackie.” Marvin placed his hand on the doorknob. 

“I’ll see ya in the morning.” Jackie gave another salute and Marvin rolled his eyes as he went into the room. 

Marvin closed the door behind him, turned on the light switch and he couldn’t explain the strange sour feeling in his stomach at seeing how the room he entered was identical to his actual bedroom. Down to the exact same shade of paint on the walls, even the hand-drawn posters were there as well. You’d think seeing your home would be comforting, but instead, it made Marvin feel sick. 

But at least there was a bed. 

Marvin took a step toward the bed and froze, feeling a strange presence near him now. It caused a static feeling on his tongue, making the hair on the back of his neck rise. A giggle was enough to get Marvin to act. 

Grabbing the scissors inside of the pen bucket on his desk, Marvin turned and threw them, seeing the sharp points of the scissors stick into the wall next to a black, shadowy form. The shadow shifted and shades of green showed in the reflection of the light. The giggles came from the form as it slowly moved down to the floor and looked like a puddle before it stretched toward the air and morphed into a human shape, bright green eyes opened and a sharp, toothy smile grew into a grin.

“It’s not nice to throw things at your housemates~” 

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the worst wing-woman by @ youunravelme summary: you've been in love with mat barzal for as long as you can remember, so what do you do when he asks for your help to win over your friend?

this is how you fall in love by @ youunravelme summary: when confronted with the idea of going home without a date, you lie and say you have a boyfriend. which would be fine, except you haven't dated anyone seriously in a year. so instead of facing the ridicule of your family, you ask mat.

it's nice to have a friend by @ youunravelme summary: wherever mat went, you were never too far behind or the one where you are childhood besties

we've come so far baby by @ mendeshoney word count: 15.4k

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first time feeling by @ huuuuughes word count: 6.3k

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MATT MARTIN

who are we to fight the alchemy? by @ senditcolton word count: 3.7k

[lexisecretaccx]

High School Sweethearts Pt. 2 - Chris Sturniolo

PT1, PT3, PT4, PT5, PT6, PT7, PT8, PT9, PT10, (rest of the parts on my Masterlist)

(Chris sturniolo x fem reader, slight mentions of attempted SA but no description dw, slight angst towards the end, idk what else)

A/n: I’m sorry y’all :)

I wake up the next morning feeling still startled from the dream that I had. “Get yourself together y/n.” I mutter as I get ready for the school day. I run down the stairs to my kitchen, my mother must have left for work already.

I grab a granola bar and a bottle of water and throw them into my bag, I head to school even though there’s an hour and a half till school starts and it’s a 20 minute walk from my house.

As I’m approaching the school I hear voices and the familiar sound of skateboards against the floor, I look down a path that leads to a skatepark and see quite a few boys, probably my age.

Curiosity takes over me and I walk down the path and sit on a bench just where the boys couldn’t see me. I turn my head to the side to see who it is and recognise one of the boys standing to the side of the ramps, it looks like Chris but slightly different, I’m guessing it’s one of his brothers.

He’s yelling to another boy who has his back to me as he’s balancing on a ramp, “Matt, get down from there you’re gonna fall, you don’t have a skateboard it’s not safe!” Matt.. that’s the other triplet if I remember. “Calm down Nick I know what I’m doing.” He laughs softly before he walks down the ramp and falls onto his ass.

Laughs erupt from Nick, and some other boys there as Matt just sits there in embarrassment, I would probably do the same. “Fuck you.” Matt flips them off before grabbing his bag and walking up the path next to me, I quickly turn my head and look down at my phone.

Matt walks past me slightly before he turns his head to me and quietly says “you didn’t see any of that did you?” His face is red and he looks so much like Chris, “uh no?” I say unconvincingly as I smile up at him. “Don’t lie, but don’t tell anyone that.. please?” He whispers and I nod.

He walks away and his pace quickens as I hear more footsteps coming from the skatepark, “Matt!” I turn my head to the boy and it’s Chris, his eyes dart to me, and he tilts his head smirking. “Stalking me y/n?” My face goes white as I shake my head rapidly “no, no I left early for school and I wanted to wait it out and then I saw your brother fall and..” Chris sits down next to me and laughs, “I was kidding.” He rolls his eyes in a joking way.

“Oh..” i chuckle softly, “Chris where the fuck are you we wanna skate!” A familiar voice rings through my head as I quickly turn to face the skatepark, Chris notices my stiff posture and asks “you okay?” I turn to him, his face plastered with confusion and concern.

“Uh that’s.. my ex boyfriend.” I mutter, Chris laughs abruptly before stopping himself, “Evan?” His tone makes me think that he can’t believe it. “Yeah.. I don’t want to talk about him, I should go..” I trail off, my eyes glued to Evan. “Why what did he do?” Chris’ voice quietens and he scoots closer to me.

“He tried to.. I don’t know why I’m telling you, you’re the one who’s friends with him what if you tell him?” I say as Chris shakes his head, “I’d never tell him, plus he’s friends with Matt, not me. I just skate with the kid because Matt asked me to.” Chris looks over to Evan and his friends who are now skating as usual.

“Fine, he tried stuff Chris. And when I said no he kept trying and then he broke up with me because I was a ‘pussy’.” I stand up, and Chris also stands up in front of me and grabs my arm “he did what?” He slightly yells, his face reddening in anger. “Chris please don’t do anything or mention this, please.” I practically beg him.

His jaw hardens and he sighs and let’s go of my arms, “fine, but it doesn’t mean I won’t hate the kid.” I smile softly at him, “thanks Chris, I’m gonna go to the library, cram in some studying for that maths test.” I start to walk away, “there’s a maths test?” Chris yells to me, I turn back and his eyes are wide as if to say ‘oh shit’. I laugh and nod before walking away.

Chris’ POV

Shit I forgot about the maths test, I walk back to the guys, still fucking pissed at what Evan tried to do, but I brush it off since I don’t want to upset y/n anymore. “Who were you talking to?” Evan calls over to me, I keep my composure calm as I shrug. “Was it a girl?” Nick teases, “do you have a girlfriend Chrissy Poo.” Nate jokes around as he grabs at my arm. I can’t help but feel annoyed at their pestering.

“Can we drop it? I don’t have a girlfriend.” I yell, fuelled with the anger towards Evan. I pull my arm out of Nate’s grip and pick up my board. “What the fuck is his problem.” Evan whispers to his other friend. “Fuck you Evan.” I shout before grabbing my bag off the floor. “Where are you going Chris?” Nick asks me calmly. “Anywhere away from here, I gotta study for my maths test.” I respond. “Since when do you study?” Nate laughs softly.

“Since I fucking feel like it okay?” I walk away. I feel guilt wash over me for yelling at Nick and Nate, but I just feel so fucking angry. I put my skateboard on the rack and walk into the school.

Y/n’s POV

I enter the library and notice Matt sitting at a table on his own, reading a book.

I sit down next to Matt who is still looking pretty embarrassed, his head flicks up to me, “what?” He asks coldly. “You okay after falling?” I reply to him as he scoots his chair slightly away from me so we weren’t so close. “Physically? Yeah. Mentally? Probably not gonna recover from it.” He laughs softly.

“It’s fine, once I fell off my chair in a class and everyone saw it and laughed, but now nobody mentions it anymore.” I reassure him, “yeah but how long ago did that happen?” He tilts his head softly, “like 2 months ago,” I chuckle softly, “and it’s okay because at least your friends saw it instead of a bunch of people you don’t know or like.” I smile at him, “yeah I guess you’re right.” Matt looks at the book that I put down infront of me.

“Maths test?” He asks. “Oh yeah, I’m in Chris’ class.” I grab my pen and start to scribble on my page, “you know you aren’t writing anything of importance.. right?” Matt half jokes and starts to laugh softly, “yeah I’m just thinking..” I laugh back.

“I’m pretty shitty at Math but I think that answer is 300.” Matt leans over me to point at the book I’m studying from. “I can tell your shitty at it because that is far from the correct answer.” We both start to laugh before the library door swings open and I lock eyes with Chris.

I smile at him but his face drops and he looks between me and Matt. Matts arm moves from off of my book and he smiles at Chris. Chris turns around and walks out of the library. “Sorry I’m gonna go see if he’s okay.” I stand up and pack my stuff into my bag. “Okay,” Matt smiles, “good luck on your test, whenever it is.” I smile back at him. “Thanks.”

I walk out of the library and see Chris walking down the hallway. “Chris!” I yell so he can hear me, he ignores me. I run to catch up to him “hey” I smile at him, his face remains stern. “You okay?” I ask him nicely, not understanding why he’s being like this.

“Of course I’m not.” He replies.

A/n: sorry sorry sorry, also btw y/n has no interest in Matt like that so im not switching up the storyline lol. I love u guys tho but soon u will get ur fluff and other.. stuff ;)

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[ibijau]

Papa Mia pt7 / On AO3

Nie Huaisang fanned himself nervously, glaring in the direction where Lan Xichen and Nie Fuyun had disappeared, and expanding incredible mental energy to ignore the people currently with him. None of those three men were who he would have preferred as company when he was so distressed. But when had the heavens ever shown him any mercy?

To make it worse, Wei Wuxian had definitely guessed the truth and was now trying to comfort him, as if they were still friends.

“You did what you had to do,” Wei Wuxian told him with such sincere pity that Nie Huaisang wanted to strangle him. “Once she's calmed down, she'll understand it was for her own good that you kept it from her. Sometimes lying is the kinder thing to do.” 

“I don't remember asking for your opinion,” Nie Huaisang scoffed. “I don't need anyone's approval, least of all when it comes to that girl.”

“Aiya, if you told her with that attitude, no wonder she took it badly!” 

“Took what badly?” Jiang Cheng asked.

Wei Wuxian shot him a surprised look. “You haven't figured it out? Well… It's not really my place to say, then…”

Nie Huaisang scoffed, almost amused in spite of himself that Wei Wuxian hadn’t realised the others hadn’t caught up yet. At the same time, he couldn’t help but appreciate that finally, Wei Wuxian had learned some manners. If only he’d had the same respect back in that cursed temple, maybe… but it was pointless to think of the past.

“Wei-xiong is talking about the fact that Fuyun is my daughter,” Nie Huaisang announced, a wave of nausea hitting him as he said the words with affected casualness.

Lightning did not strike him to punish his long hidden secrets. Black-clad assassins didn’t emerge from darkness to run after Nie Fuyun and torture her to death before his eyes. Nothing at all happened, except for Wei Wuxian staring at him in shock, Lan Wangji raising a quizzical eyebrow, and Jiang Cheng frowning.

“Wait, yours?” Jiang Cheng asked. “The way she looks, I’d assumed she might have been Mingjue’s.”

“My brother would never have taken someone to bed without marrying them!” Nie Huaisang objected, offended. “He was a good and honourable man! Me, on the other hand… you may all be aware that my youth was… a little wild, at times.”

Wei Wuxian cackled, amused and almost looking proud of his part in Nie Huaisang’s wild past. Jiang Cheng nodded along, apparently so unbothered that it was still impossible to guess if he knew about that because he’d played a role in it, or just because he knew Wei Wuxian had. As for Lan Wangji his ears turned bright red and he looked down, overcome with a shame that Nie Huaisang shared. Out of everything he’d done at that time, getting drunk with Lan Wangji was the only thing he sincerely regretted.

“Wait, she’s only half yours,” Jiang Cheng realised, staring at him with wide, shocked eyes. “The other half… the other father…”

Nie Huaisang grimaced and shrugged, not daring to look at any of them.

“I have several options, I can’t know which is the right one. She really does look like Da-ge more than anyone else, doesn’t she?”

“And because you didn’t know who the other man was, you didn’t tell her about it?” Jiang Cheng guessed. “Is that why the kid is angry at you?”

“Partly. The other part, of course, is that… she didn’t know she was mine, either.”

“Why not?” Jiang Cheng asked.

Nie Huaisang glared at him. Come to think of it, for all that he’d privately cursed Wei Wuxian’s curiosity in the past, Jiang Cheng could be very annoying too, given half a chance.

“It was to protect her, of course,” Nie Huaisang stiffly replied. “I feared someone would harm her. My position here has never been perfectly secure, you know.”

“And you also made a few enemies on top of that,” Wei Wuxian teased. “It must have been tough.”

“It was, actually! You wouldn’t believe what stress did to my health! And also…”

Before Nie Huaisang could throw himself into a lamentation to distract them, Jiang Cheng interrupted him.

“You could have told her, and ordered her to keep the secret.”

“Little children are terrible at keeping secrets,” Nie Huaisang objected. “You wouldn’t believe all that Jin Ling has told me when he was very little.”

Jiang Cheng glared at him, understanding the discrete threat. Anyone else would have known to give up, but of course Jiang Cheng wasn’t just anyone. Like a starving dog who’d found a bone, it was impossible to make him let go.

“When she was old enough to understand, then. Jing Ling told me that she’s clever, surely she could be told to be quiet about it. Or do you not trust your own daughter?”

“What sort of a man would I be, putting her into danger?” Nie Huaisang objected, horrified at the very thought of it. “And if she knew, she’d have been hurt that I couldn’t be close to her. It’s better to have kept her in the dark. She’s a happy girl, you know. If that mess with the Ouyang boy hadn’t happened, everything would be fine.”

“You’re practically a victim,” Wei Wuxian agreed, in such a tone that it was impossible to know if he meant it or was mocking Nie Huaisang.

“You’re an asshole is what you are,” Jiang Cheng countered, startling the rest of them. 

Nie Huaisang tried glaring at him, but it was a vain effort. Nobody could outglare Jiang Cheng.

“I’ve done my best,” he still protested.

“No, you’ve done what was convenient to you,” Jiang Cheng retorted. “You didn’t have the guts to give her up to a family that could have raised her as their daughter, but you also were too much of a coward to be more than a distant figure in her life. I bet you told yourself some very nice lies about being there for her if she ever needed you, and that you’d tell her the truth if it became necessary, and how really you were just protecting her.”

His face burning, Nie Huaisang looked away. He couldn’t deny any of that. To make things worse, when he could have protected her from this stupid wedding by revealing their true link, he had failed to do so. But it wasn’t his fault. He still had enemies, old allies of Jin Guangyao hiding in the shadows…

“Poor kid, you’re lucky she didn’t run away or stab you when she found out,” Jiang Cheng added. “It messes you up, finding out someone kept vital information from you because they think they know better than you what’s good for you. Makes you relive every moment of your life trying to guess if there were clues you missed.”

Next to Nie Huaisang, Wei Wuxian tensed.

Since he wasn’t too close to them these days, Nie Huaisang hadn’t been sure how things were between these two until that moment. He was aware that certain important secrets had been revealed after Wei Wuxian’s return to life, because Jin Guangyao had mentioned things that fateful night in the temple. But truly, Nie Huaisang just hadn’t cared enough to find out the details, nor had he bothered to check if these two had reconciled or not. He already had enough trouble dealing with the mess that was his own life.

But hearing the bitterness in Jiang Cheng’s voice, seeing the awkwardness on Wei Wuxian’s face, Nie Huaisang had a vision of the future. This might be him and Nie Fuyun someday, torn between affection and pain, unable to communicate clearly even when they desperately wanted to love each other as family.

Nie Huaisang couldn’t erase twenty years of mistakes, but he could avoid setting them up for another two decades of regret and resentment.

“I have to go check on her!” Nie Huaisang announced, and he started running, ignoring Wei Wuxian’s laughter at his reaction, Jiang Cheng’s complaints that he couldn’t just flee from conversation like a child.

Without his head giving any input, Nie Huaisang’s feet took him to the training grounds, certain that his daughter would be blowing off steam over there. To his displeasure, he arrived there only to find that Lan Xichen had found her first.

Nie Huaisang’s steps faltered.

Lan Xichen and Nie Fuyun were standing together, not as close as friends or family would do, but still closer than strangers. Nie Fuyun looked calmer than her father had seen her since this mess of a marriage was announced, a smile colouring her lips here and there. As for Lan Xichen, there was an air of quiet determination to his features, making him look more like the man he had been in his youth. As they chatted together, Nie Huaisang was overcome by a desire to join their conversation, to hear what had nearly made Lan Xichen smile, to agree with whatever praise had Nie Fuyun beaming that way.

It should have been that way, Nie Huaisang realised with a longing so sharp he couldn’t breathe. Him, his daughter, the man he loved, it should have been his life. He’d never wanted anything else. The burden of leading a sect, the duty of avenging his brother… those had been forced upon him, unwanted tasks acquired through pain and loss.

What a life he would have had, had fate not hated him. Mornings in bed with his lover, interrupted when their daughter jumped among the blankets, laughing loud and wild as she sometimes did. Lan Xichen taking Nie Fuyun on Night Hunts, teaching her everything Nie Huaisang couldn’t, watching her progress and freely complimenting her with every step. And Nie Huaisang too could praise her, unafraid of showing how proud of her he was, how much he loved her.

If life had been kinder…

If Lan Xichen hadn’t rejected him…

The warm longing pressing down on Nie Huaisang’s chest coiled onto itself, turning into icy rage. What right did Lan Xichen have to talk to Nie Fuyun and smile at her that way? She probably wasn’t even his child, she was too clever for that. Let her be Wei Wuxian’s daughter, Jiang Cheng’s, Lan Wangji’s even, anything but to have to share her with Lan Xichen.

Nie Huaisang surged forward, startling the two of them. Nie Fuyun tried to speak to him, but Nie Huaisang grabbed Lan Xichen’s sleeve and started pulling him away toward the nearest building, a small place where they kept training material. Lan Xichen tried to resist at first, purely out of instinct, but quickly gave in and willingly followed. Nie Fuyun trailed behind them but Nie Huaisang closed the building’s door to her nose.

“Er-ge, you have some guts, trying to corrupt my disciples,” Nie Huaisang snapped once they were alone.

Lan Xichen threw him an exasperated look, not unlike those times he’d had to deal with Nie Huaisang’s imagined problems over the years. It certainly was a change from the air he’d most often had lately, which had brought to mind a pathetic puppy.

“What corruption?” Lan Xichen asked. “I told you I would talk to her and see if reconciliation was possible. I have made all the progress I can toward that, the rest is now in your hands.”

“And we both know how much I can ruin any situation,” Nie Huaisang scoffed, furious that Lan Xichen had succeeded in calming Nie Fuyun after all. “Oh, but I suppose I’m meant to be grateful? Thank you, great Zewu-jun! I truly don’t know what I’d do without you. What a shame none of my other problems could be solved by your immense wisdom!”

Lan Xichen opened his mouth to reply, a faint frown on his brows, but closed it again and shook his head.

“No, I won’t take the bait,” he said after taking a deep breath. “Not this time. I want to talk to you, not argue with you.”

“Zewu-jun is always so reasonable, and I never am,” Nie Huaisang retorted. “But there is a flaw in your logic: I do not want a conversation with you. However you are lucky, I also do not care for an argument. In fact, I want nothing to do with you. You were not invited here, and you’ve overstayed your welcome, so I’d be pleased if you’d leave.”

“I will not leave until we’ve talked,” Lan Xichen replied. “I will not let you leave, either.”

“Is that meant to be a threat?” Nie Huaisang mocked.

“If you wish to take it as one, it can be.”

Laughter died in Nie Huaisang’s throat as Lan Xichen stepped between him and the door. There were no other exits, only windows so small even a child couldn’t have fit through one. By giving in to his rage, Nie Huaisang had trapped himself with a man who surpassed him in nearly everything. It was unlikely Lan Xichen would truly harm him, but Nie Huaisang hadn’t survived all these years by assuming the best of people.

“Do you really fear me so much now?” Lan Xichen asked, sorrow piercing through his voice.

“Don’t think yourself so special,” Nie Huaisang spat. “I fear everyone. Go on, then. Speak, if you must. I can imagine what you want to talk about.”

There was only one thing left to discuss between them: whether Jin Guangyao had moved or not, that night in Yunping. A question that must have haunted Lan Xichen, but to which Nie Huaisang had sworn he would never give an answer. He would not let Lan Xichen find peace, even less absolution. No, he would have to live with doubt and horror over his own actions, as Nie Huaisang did.

“I want to talk about what happened when we were young,” Lan Xichen said instead, startling Nie Huaisang.

“I’m not sure what you mean,” Nie Huaisang said, pulling out his fan to hide his reddening cheeks.

“I think you do. The way things ended between us…”

“There’s nothing to say about that, Zewu-jun.”

“Isn’t there? Huaisang, the way things are now… How did it end up this way? Back then…”

“Back then, you were the one who decided we could not go on the way we were,” Nie Huaisang cut him. “Or will you pretend I imagined that?”

“Those were my words,” Lan Xichen agreed. “But…”

“Then how can you ask how we ended up this way, when it was your own decision?”

“I was only…”

“I gave you everything I had to give!” Nie Huaisang said, shocked to find himself still bitter, when he’d convinced himself he was quite over that heartbreak. “I realise it was not much, of course. I used to think my company pleased you well enough, but I was deluding myself. It was only ever company in bed you were after, and even then I couldn’t satisfy you enough to…”

“We couldn’t go on the way we were because I hated to keep things secret and wanted to marry you!” Lan Xichen shouted.

Hearing him raise his voice startled Nie Huaisang so much that he dropped his fan. Never in his life had he witnessed Lan Xichen losing his calm that way. That alone shocked him so much that for a moment, he couldn’t even comprehend what he had just heard.

“You’re lying,” Nie Huaisang whispered when the words made their way to him.

“I have committed many faults,” Lan Xichen dryly retorted. “I suppose I can’t blame you for expecting the worst of me. Still, I am not lying. I wanted to marry you, but as soon as I tried to talk to you about it, you became angry, kicked me out of your bed, and professed that you would never speak to me again.”

Nie Huaisang could hardly breathe. He remembered his rage at the time, thinking that Lan Xichen had grown tired of him, something he’d always believed would happen. It wasn’t wrong to say he hadn’t given Lan Xichen a chance to explain himself. He’d been certain that Lan Xichen would try to soothe the blow, but none of the kind and empty words he might have offered could have helped Nie Huaisang’s aching heart.

“I held on to hope for a while,” Lan Xichen bitterly confessed. “But you refused to see me, you sent back my letters unopened, and when finally your brother dragged you to the Cloud Recesses, you found a way to sleep with Wangji!”

That little misadventure with Lan Wangji had never been Nie Huaisang’s proudest moment. Whenever he’d thought back on it, crippling shame had seized him, so intense that he never knew how to deal with it. His only excuse had been the unexpected strength of Emperor’s Smile, and that was hardly an excuse at all.

Although at the time Nie Huaisang had hoped Lan Xichen would find out and feel the blow as the insult it was intended to be, within a week he’d prayed to any god willing to listen to never let Lan Xichen find out. For the better part of twenty years, the hope that his misbehaviour would remain secret had been a meagre consolation.

But Lan Xichen knew. He knew, and he had said nothing. He knew, and he’d never betrayed that knowledge even once until that day.

“How long ago did you… find out?”

“Wangji was very ashamed of himself for drinking alcohol and having such a dalliance, against our sect’s rules,” Lan Xichen explained. “So ashamed he dared not go to our uncle. Instead, faced with a difficult situation, he thought to confide in his sect leader, his older brother. He told me what happened, and I had to console him and tell him he’d done nothing wrong, while grieving the fact I had truly lost you.” He paused, and took a deep breath to calm himself. “Out of everyone in this world, Huaisang, did you really have to involve my brother?”

Nie Huaisang looked down. He hesitated to go grab the fan that had fallen on the floor, just so he could hide himself, but his leaden body couldn’t move.

“Do you want to hear the worst part of all this?” Lan Xichen asked, so gentle it made Nie Huaisang feel worse than screams would have.

Nie Huaisang shook his head. All this was awful enough, anything worse and he might die of shame and regrets.

“The worst is I would still have forgiven you,” Lan Xichen sighed. “If you had come back to me, I would have welcomed you with open arms. I still missed you enough that I pretended none of this had happened, just so I could be at your side as a friend when Da-ge died. Even when I learned what you had done to avenge your brother, my only true regret was that the love we once shared prevented you from turning to me for help.”

Clenching his eyes, Nie Huaisang tried to fight tears. A losing battle, he found out.

He couldn’t even tell Lan Xichen that he was wrong about that last part. There were many reasons why Nie Huaisang hadn’t asked him for help, but the humiliating memory of Lan Xichen telling him that they couldn’t go on as they were had definitely impacted his decision.

It wouldn’t have changed anything, had Nie Huaisang better understood Lan Xichen. He still would have refused to involve someone so entirely under Jin Guangyao’s spell, he still wouldn’t have wanted to put Lan Xichen at risk, whose honourable heart wouldn’t have understood the need for secrecy and hatred.

It would have changed nothing.

It would have changed everything.

Would Lan Xichen have been so susceptible to Jin Guangyao’s cunning friendship, had Nie Huaisang stood at his side? Would Da-ge have survived, if Lan Xichen had had a reason to visit the Unclean Realm, instead of wishing to avoid it?

And what of poor Nie Fuyun? Would she have been born at all, Huaisang’s brilliant daughter? Would she have grown up between two parents, loved and treasured as she deserved to be, too important to ever be married off to some boy from a lesser sect? Nie Huaisang recalled that moment earlier, Nie Fuyun and Lan Xichen standing together with a smile as if it were their fate.

They could all have been happy, if he’d only been less stupid.

“I’ve ruined things,” Nie Huaisang hissed, unsure if he meant their failed romance, or every other action he’d taken after that.

A hand came to rest on his shoulder. When Nie Huaisang did not react, the hand moved to his face, tenderly cupping his cheek before moving to his chin, lifting it to force him to look at Lan Xichen.

“I’ve ruined things as well,” Lan Xichen noted, his eyes shining as if he too might cry. “You cannot take all the blame to yourself, when my attempt at a marriage proposal was so disastrous you thought I never saw you as more than a body to warm my bed.”

“You did a pretty bad job of it,” Nie Huaisang conceded, a nervous giggle escaping him, which soon turned into hysterical laughter.

So much time wasted, so many lives ruined, all because they’d been foolish and clumsy…

Without warning, Lan Xichen pulled Nie Huaisang into his arms. In a fit of selfishness, Nie Huaisang allowed it. In the years since Nie Mingjue’s death, it had happened a few times for Lan Xichen to comfort him with a hug, but Nie Huaisang had avoided it when he could, instead pestering Jin Guangyao. A revenge against his brother’s murderer in forcing him to deal with the annoyingly whiny consequences of his actions. A revenge against Lan Xichen, he’d thought, forcing him to see that Nie Huaisang was perfectly capable of finding affection and support somewhere else.

But there were no second thoughts this time. Nothing but the strong warmth of Lan Xichen’s arms, supporting Nie Huaisang as his laughter turned once more to tears.

All along, they could have had this.

With every inhalation, Nie Huaisang steeled himself to pull away from Lan Xichen. With every exhale, he lost his resolve, desperate to cling a moment more to something he did not deserve. He couldn’t have said how long they remained that way, closer than they had been in years. But the world continued turning around them, and the moment ended. Outside, someone knocked on the door, and Nie Huaisang heard his daughter’s voice. It was muffled for him inside, but she must have been speaking quite loud for it to reach him as she explained that Nie zongzhu wasn’t available right then, and she wouldn’t bother him for lesser problems.

Nie Huaisang finally escaped Lan Xichen’s arms, though the other man only allowed it with great reluctance. But it was the day before Nie Huaisang’s daughter got married, and he still had so much to do. He couldn’t abandon her, not again.

“I will see you later,” Nie Huaisang said as he bent down to pick up his fan. “Or not. I won’t blame you if after this, you decide you don’t want anything to do with me and my sect.”

“I will stay,” Lan Xichen replied, discreetly wiping his eyes with the hem of his sleeves. “I think we still have more things to discuss.”

Nie Huaisang only hummed in reply. What more was there to say? Unless Lan Xichen demanded to finally get honest answers about the things Nie Huaisang had done to avenge his brother. Maybe he would ask again if Jin Guangyao had truly moved. After everything else, Nie Huaisang would have no choice but to answer every question as honestly as he could, and Lan Xichen would truly hate him, and…

Perhaps it would make things easier. Maybe if Lan Xichen got angry at him, Nie Huaisang would finally be able to move on.

“You don’t need to look so nervous,” Lan Xichen remarked with a thin smile. “Is it so hateful, talking to me?”

“It might be, depending on the topic,” Nie Huaisang sighed.

“Then I’ll be careful in selecting it,” Lan Xichen promised, so earnestly gentle that Nie Huaisang could almost pretend nothing dreadful awaited. “Come here before we head out, let me wipe your tears. People will think I was mistreating you, if they see you like this.”

Nie Huaisang huffed, but obediently stepped closer, and allowed Lan Xichen to clean his face. Another familiar gesture, done a hundred times as Nie Huaisang exaggerated his helplessness, feeling different now that he wasn’t playing a role.

What a mess it had been.

What a mess it still was.

But there was no time to delve on it, not when his daughter was getting married in the morning.

[the-mxster]

Tensimm+Donna incorrect quotes (pt7)

Pt 1 Pt 6

Doctor: I know you snuck out last night, Master.

Master in his head: Play dumb! 
Master: Who's the Master?

Master in his head: NOT THAT DUMB!!!

Donna: The Master just insisted the Doctor and I remember a code word in case we’re ever confronted by their clone or a cyborg doppelgänger and we’re not sure which is the real them and which is the imposter.

Donna: Some families have a fire escape plan, but not us.

Master: Happy birthday Doctor! I'm your gift!

Doctor, whispering to Donna: Did you get the receipt, or do I have to keep them?

Donna: Ooh, somebody has a crush

Master: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on the Doctor I just think they’re cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about them.

*Later that night*

Master, very much awake: Uh oh.

Master: I feel like the Doctor is looking down on me.

Donna: That’s because they’re on the counter and you’re short.

Doctor to the Master: We smell of sweat and loss.

Doctor : How would you rate your pain?

Donna: 0/10. Would not recommend.

Doctor : Master, can you help me? All of my clothes keep disappearing for some reason.

Master, wearing a hoodie that's 5 times bigger than their size: Spooky.

Doctor : Baby vibes... hold gentle... like hamburger.

Master: Punt like football.

Donna: I can't take you seriously wearing that.

Master: Aw, you take me seriously at all?

Donna: Fair point.

Master: Is this about me?

Doctor : No.

Master: Then I've lost interest.

Doctor : The Ocean is a soup.

Donna:

Donna: Do elaborate.

Doctor : What are needed for something to be a soup?

Donna: Erm... Water, salt, some form of vegetation, and personally I prefer some meat in mine.

Doctor : *Tilts head*

Donna: The Ocean is a Soup.

Doctor : The Ocean is a Soup.

Donna: Do you need help getting up?

Doctor : Nah, I'm cool down here on the floor.

Doctor : Oh, fiddlesticks.

Donna: Look, I understand this is a tense situation, but let's watch the fucking language.

Doctor : Why aren’t you sleeping?

Master: I’m too busy plotting your murder to sleep, Doctor .

Doctor :

Master: ...The nightmares.

Doctor : *wrapping their arms around Master* Awwww, sweetie-

Doctor : Where are you going?

Master: To either get ice cream or commit a felony. I'll decide on the way.

Donna: Why are you late?

Doctor : A technical error occurred, causing an unexpectedly long bout of unconsciousness.

Donna: Overslept?

Doctor : Overslept.

Master: Donna, I need some advice.

Donna: You need advice from ME?

Master: Yeah, frightening, isn't it?

Doctor, about to leave the TARDIS: Don’t spend all day watching YouTube, okay?

Master: I FORGE MY OWN PATH!!

Doctor: Master, are you okay?!

Master : I told you to stop asking stupid questions!

Donna, shooing the Doctor away: Can you go be depressed over there? You’re bumming out my whole area.

Donna: If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're impressed.

Master: But you do know better.

Doctor, texting Donna: Text me when you’re home safely.

Donna: I’m home dangerously.

Doctor : Stop it.

Donna: I’m home lethally.

Doctor : Bro-

Master: No, no, hold up, rewind.

Master: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

Doctor : So I have made the decision to trust you.

Master: A horrible decision, really.

Donna: Which is correct, seven and five IS thirteen, or seven and five ARE thirteen?

Doctor : Neither.

Doctor : Because it's twelve.

Donna: My head hurts.

Master: That’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.

Master: What has the galaxy ever done for you?! Why would you wanna save it?!

Doctor : Cause I’m one of the idiots who lives in it!

Doctor: Swear words are illegal now. If you say one you'll be fined.

Donna: Heck.

Doctor: You're on thin fucking ice.

Doctor: Oh no-

Doctor : Master, you’re such a genius!

Master: Yes, I know.

Donna: My expectations were low but holy fuck.

Master: I don't dab. I stab.

Master: I thought you were going to give me a book recommendation or something.

Donna: *laughs* Book recommendation? I can’t read!

Master: Donna, I sense hostility.

Donna: Good, because I hate you.

Donna: *accidentally hits the Master with their car*

Master: You hit me with your car.

Donna: You hit my car with your body.

*While planning to break in somewhere*

Doctor: Hey, let's do "Get Help!"

Master: What?

Doctor: "Get Help."

Master: No.

Doctor: C'mon, you love it!

Master: I hate it.

Doctor: It's great! It works every time!

Master: It's humiliating.

Doctor: Do you have a better plan?

Master: No.

Doctor: We're doing it!

Master: We are not doing "Get Help!"

*A Minute Later*

Doctor, carrying Master: Get help! Please! They're dying! Help Them! *throws Master at guards, knocking them out*

Doctor: Ahh, classic!

Master: *gets up* I still hate it. It's humiliating.

Doctor, laughing: Not for me, it's not.

Doctor: Do you know a turtles only weakness?

Donna: No... well, their slowness.

Doctor: Their weaknesss is they can't roll over when they are on their backs.

Doctor: Now I have a plan.

Doctor: If I duct tape two turtles together, they'll be unstoppable.

Donna: Doctor, you know the Master better than anyone. I’m sure you’ll find the perfect gift.

Doctor: And you’re sure its not…

Donna: It’s not a tie.

Doctor: okay.

Doctor : There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

Master: Nope, there's 26.

Doctor : Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

Master: Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.

Doctor : You'll get the D later ;).

Master: Wow, Doctor , you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Doctor : We literally slept together yesterday.

Master: That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Doctor: I don't want to fight you!

Donna: I wouldn't want you to fight me either!

Master: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free: pouring river water in your socks!

Donna: Why would I do that?

Master: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free!

Doctor: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao

Master: What did you do?

Doctror: A MISTAKE

Master: *walks into the kitchen, ignoring everyone*

Doctor : Hey, Master, how was your day?

Master: *picks up an onion and bites into it, staring at Doctor * Hell.

Donna, watching this unfold: *whispers* Who hurt you?

Master: If you can’t beat them, dress better than them

Doctor : *looks at Donna*

Doctor : Baby girl. Baby.

Doctor : *looks at Master*

Doctor : Evil.

Donna: Master, what do you have?

Master: A KNIFE!

Donna: Okay, have fu-

Doctor : NO!

Master: You are, of course, wondering why it is I have brought you here tonight.

Doctor: Actually, Master, after all these years, I just sort of go with it.

Donna: I’m here for the cult stuff.

Master: How did you find us?

Donna: I saw your ad on craigslist.

Master: I’m not lazy, I just find it hard to put effort into things I’m not passionate about.

Donna: What are you passionate about?

Master: Sleeping

Master: I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

Donna: If it pleases the court I would like to say that my opponent is TALKING SHIT!

Master: ...

Doctor: Hopefully the Master has learned a lesson about respecting other people's feelings.

Master: Oh, shut up and die Doctor.

Master: 'Person of interest' is almost too flattering.

Master: Like, if the police were to pound on my door and go, 'A man has been murdered in your building and you are a person of interest,' I'd be like, 'Moi? Oh, do go on.'

Donna: It's called cauliflower, not ghost broccoli.

Master, eyes wide: I know what I saw.

Master: You wanna see how hardcore I am?

Master: *punches wall*

Master:

Master: Take me to the hospital.

Master: Just because I'm too short to reach the lowest self in the cabinet doesn't mean you shouldn't watch out for your kneecaps.

Donna: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck

Doctor: Hey, are you okay?

Donna: Yeah.

Doctor: You don't look okay...

Donna: Then stop looking.

Donna: How many kids do you have?

Doctor: Biologically, emotionally, or legally?

Doctor: Date someone who will drag you outside at 3am to look at the stars.

Donna: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky, they will be removed indefinitely from my life.

Donna: Do you have any skeletons in your closet?

Master: Literally or figuratively?

Donna: I have to specify?

Master: Okay okay stop asking me if I'm straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a FUCKING THREAT.

Doctor: ...My man, Master just killed a goldfish.

Master: *licking their lips* Yup. Delicious.

Doctor: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste

Donna: We got spring water

Doctor: NO.

Master: with EXTRA minerals

Donna: it's like licking a stalagmite

Doctor: DON'T COME HOME.

Master: Mmmmm cave water

Donna: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Doctor: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

Doctor: Donna, can I talk to you for a second?

Donna: Yeah, what’s up? Lemme guess. You and the Master are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss?

Doctor: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I’ve read books.

Doctor: If Donna and I were drowning, who would you save?

Master: You two can swim…

Donna: It's a hypothetical question, Master! who would you save?

Master: my time and effort.

Donna: Do you think different paints have different tastes?

Master: They do.

Doctor: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

Master: If you had to choose between the Doctor and all the money I have in my wallet, which would you choose?

Donna: That depends, how much money are we taking about?

Doctor: Donna!

Master: 63 cents.

Donna: I'll take the money.

Doctor: DONNA!!!

Doctor: I hardly slept last night
Donna: When you can’t sleep, it means someone is thinking about you. Someone who loves you.
Doctor: Who would be thinking about me at 3 a.m.?
Master: [gay panic]

Donna: Doctor, is that a hickey? 
Doctor: It’s just a mosquito bite. 
Master: *walks in the room*
Donna: How’s it going, mosquito.

Master: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you.

Doctor: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.

Master: Absolutely not.

Doctor: Why do you let me win when we race up the stairs? You’re the faster one.
Master: Erm... it’s nice see your smile when you win!

*later*
Doctor: They're probably just staring at my ass, aren't they

Donna: Only just figuring that out now?

Donna: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running?

Doctor: Oh, I’m always running

Doctor: The question is from what

Master: I actually have a black belt.

Donna: In what, karate?

Master: No, from Gucci.

Donna: I like your top, Master!
Doctor: I have a name, you know.
Master: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.

Doctor *is wearing silk pants* How does this look?
Master: Like its slips on and off really easily.
Doctor: 
Master: No, I didn't mean it like that-
Donna: We know what you meant.

Doctor: You often use humor to deflect trauma

Master: Thank you

Doctor: I didn't say that was a good thing

Master: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

Master: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

Master: So that’s my plan.

Donna: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean.

Master: No, go ahead, I want to hear it.

Donna: It fucking sucks.

Master: That’s not constructive criticism.

Doctor: Three words. Say them and I'm yours.

Master: Three words.

Doctor:

Doctor: I made tea.

Master: I don’t want tea.

Doctor: I didn’t make tea for you. This is my tea.

Master: Then why are you telling me?

Doctor: It’s a conversation starter.

Master: That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Doctor: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

Doctor, trying to cheer the group up: Things could be worse, you know!

Donna: How?

Doctor: How what?

Donna: How could they be worse?

Doctor: They couldn’t, I lied.

Donna: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you

Master: 10 times 0 is still 0 though

Donna: Jokes on you, I can't do math

Master: What’s up guys? I’m back.

Doctor: What the- you can’t be here. You’re dead. I literally saw you die.

Master: Death is a social construct.

Doctor: Am I going too far?

Master: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you're going to prison.

Doctor: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!

Donna: How can you still say that?

Doctor: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

Master: Fool me once, I’m gonna kill you

Doctor: Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so...

Master, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

Doctor: You did WHAT–

Donna: William Snakepeare

Doctor: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold?

Donna: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house.

Master: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million.

Donna: Good thinking.

Donna: You have to apologise to the Doctor

Master: Fine.

Master: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

Doctor: Dandelions symbolise everything I want to be in life

Donna: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Doctor: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Master: edible

Donna: What did you do with the body?

Master: What didn’t I do with the body?

Donna:

Master: Okay, that sounded more sexual than I intended. I disposed of the corpse respectfully.

Donna: We need to get through this locked door. Doctor, give me your credit card.

Doctor: Here.

Donna, pocketing it: Thanks. Master, kick down the door.

Doctor: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.

Master: The cow???

Doctor: What?

Donna: Master, W H Y?

Doctor: HELP! I TOLD DONNA I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK!

Master, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Donna: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Master: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

Doctor: In that case, we're definitely lost.

Store Worker: Would a Mr. Doctor please come to the front desk?

Doctor, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: points to the Master and Donna

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Master and Donna, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Doctor: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

Master: Schrödinger’s cat is overrated. If you wanna see something that’s both dead and alive you can talk to me any time of the day.

Donna: We're playing Scrabble. It's a nightmare.

Master: Scrabble? Scrabble's great.

Donna: Not when you're playing with the Doctor, it's not. They put words like "ephemeral" and I put "dog

[shuxiii]

Everyday pt.2

Hanni Pham x reader pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, pt8, pt9, pt10, pt11, pt12, pt13

a/n some kid kept begging for a pt 2 to me so I did, and still credits are all given to the real author ''every day'' by David Levithan

TW: drugs, profanities

Day 5995

I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.

I am not there. I am not in Minji’s bed, not in Minji’s body.

Today I am Huening Bahiyyih. I have slept through the alarm, and her mother is mad.

“Get up!” she yells, shaking my new body. “You have twenty minutes, and then Kai leaves!”

“Okay, Mom,” I groan.

“Mom! If your mother was here, I can’t imagine what she’d say!”

I quickly access Bahiyyih’s mind. Grandmother, then. Mom’s already left for work.

As I stand in the shower, trying to remind

myself I have to make it a quick one, I lose myself for a minute in thoughts of Hanni. I’m sure I dreamt of her. I wonder: If I started dreaming when I was in Minji’s body, did she continue the dream? Will she wake up thinking sweetly of her?

Or is that just another kind of dream on my part?

“Bahiyyih! Come on!”

I get out of the shower, dry off, and get dressed quickly. Bahiyyih is not, I can tell, a particularly popular girl. The few photos of friends she has around seem halfhearted, and her clothing choices are more like a sixteen-year-olds than a nineteen-year-old’s.

I head into the kitchen and the grandmother glares at me.

“Don’t forget your clarinet,” she warns.

“I won’t,” I mumble.

There’s a boy at the table giving me an evil look. Bahiyyih’s brother, I assume—and then confirm it. Kai. A senior. My ride to school.

I have gotten very used to the fact that most mornings in most homes are exactly the same. Stumbling out of the bed. Stumbling into the shower. Mumbling over the breakfast table. Or, if the parents are still asleep, the tiptoe out of the house. The only way to keep it interesting is to look for the variations.

This morning’s variation comes care of Kai, who lights up a joint the minute we get into the car. I’m assuming this is part of his morning routine, so I make sure Bahiyyih doesn’t seem as surprised as I am.

Still, Kai hazards a “Don’t say a word” about three minutes into the ride. I stare out the window. Two minutes later, he says, “Look, I don’t need your judgment, okay?” The joint is done by then; it doesn’t make him any mellower.

I prefer to be an only child. In the long term, I can see how siblings could be helpful in life—someone to share family secrets with, someone of your own generation who knows if your memories are right or not, someone who sees you at eight and eighteen and forty-eight all at once, and doesn’t mind. I understand that. But in the short term, siblings are at best a hassle and at worst a terror.

Most of the abuse I have suffered in my admittedly unusual life has come from brothers and sisters, with older brothers and older sisters being, by and large, the worst offenders. At first I was naïve, and assumed that brothers and sisters were natural allies, instant companions.

And sometimes the context would allow this to happen—if we were on a family trip, for example, or if it was a lazy Sunday where teaming up with me was my sibling’s only form of entertainment. But on ordinary days, the rule is competition, not collaboration. There are times when I wonder whether brothers and sisters are, in fact, the ones who sense that something is off with whatever person I’m inhabiting, and move to take advantage.

When I was eight, an older sister told me we were going to run away together—then abandoned the “together” part when we got to the train station, leaving me to wander there for hours, too scared to ask for help—scared that she would find out and berate me for ending our game. As a boy, I’ve had brothers—both older and younger—wrestle me, hit me, kick me, bite me, shove me, and call me more names than I could ever catalog.

The best I can hope for is a quiet sibling. At first I have Kai pegged as one of those. In the car, it appears I am wrong. But then, once we get out at school, it appears I am right again. With other kids around, he retreats into invisibility, keeping his head down as he makes his way inside, leaving me completely behind. No goodbye, no have-a-nice-day. Just a quick glance to see that my door is closed before he locks the car.

“What are you looking at?” a voice asks from over my left shoulder as I watch him enter school alone.

I turn around and do some serious accessing.

Eunchae. Best friend since fourth grade.

“Just my brother.”

“Why? He’s such a waste of space.”

Here’s the strange thing: I am fine thinking the same words myself, but hearing them come out of Eunchae’s mouth makes me feel defensive.

“Come on,” I say.

“Come on? Are you kidding me?”

Now I think: She knows something I don’t. I decide to keep my mouth shut.

She seems relieved to change the subject.

“What did you do last night?” she asks.

Flashes of Hanni rise in my mind’s eye. I try to tamp them down, but they’re not that easy to contain. Once you experience enormity, it lingers everywhere you look, and wants to be every word you say.

“Not much,” I push on, not bothering to access Hanni. This answer always works, no matter what the question. “You?”

“You didn’t get my text?”

I mumble something about my phone dying.

“That explains why you haven’t asked me yet! Guess what. Kyujin IM’d me! We chatted for, like, almost an hour.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah, isn’t it?” Eunchae sighs contentedly. “After all this time. I didn’t even know she knew my screen name. You didn’t tell her, did you?”

More accessing. This is the kind of question that can really trip a person up. Maybe not right away. But in the future. If Bahiyyih claims she wasn’t the one who told Kyujin, and Eunchae finds out she was, it could throw their friendship off balance. Or if Bahiyyij claims she was, and Eunchae finds out she wasn’t.

Kyujin is Kyujin Jang, a junior who Eunchae's had a crush on for at least three weeks. Bahiyyih doesn’t know her well, and I can’t find a memory of giving a screen name to her. I think it’s safe.

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I didn’t.”

“Well, I guess she really had to work hard to find it,” she says. (Or, I think, she just saw it on your Facebook profile.)

I immediately feel guilty for my snarky thoughts. This is the hard part about having best friends that I feel no attachment to—I don’t give them any benefit of the doubt. And being best friends is always about the benefit of the doubt.

Eunchae is very excited about Kyujin, so I pretend to be very excited for her. It’s only after we separate for homeroom that I feel an emotion kicking at me, one I thought I had under control: jealousy. Although I am not articulating it to myself in so many words, I am feeling jealous that Eunchae can have Kyujin while I can never have Hanni.

Ridiculous, I chastise myself. You are being ridiculous.

When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.

Third period is band class. I tell the teacher that I left my clarinet at home, even though it’s in my locker. Bahiyyih gets marked down and has to take the class as a study hall, but I don’t care.

I don’t know how to play the clarinet.

Word about Eunchae and Kyujin travels fast. All of our friends are talking about it, and mostly they’re pleased. I can’t tell, though, whether they’re pleased because it’s a perfect match or because now Eunchae will shut up about it.

When I see Kyujin at lunchtime, I am unsurprised by how unremarkable she is. People are rarely as attractive in reality as they are in the eyes of the people who are in love with them. Which is, I suppose, as it should be. It’s almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

Kyujin comes over at lunch to say hi, but she doesn’t stay to eat with us, even though we make room for her at our table. Eunchae doesn’t seem to notice this; she’s just giddy that she’s come by, that she didn’t dream the whole IM exchange, that chatting has escalated into speaking … and who knows what will happen next? As I suspected, Bahiyyih does not move in a fast crowd. These girls are thinking of kissing, not sex. The lips are the gates of their desire.

I want to run away again, to skip the second half of the day.

But it wouldn’t be right, without her.

It feels like I am wasting time. I mean, that’s always the case. My life doesn’t add up to anything.

Except, for an afternoon, it did.

Yesterday is another world. I want to go back there.

Early sixth period, right after lunch, my brother is called down to the principal’s office.

At first I think I may have heard it wrong. But then I see other people in class looking at me, including Eunchae, who has pity in her eyes. So I must have heard it right.

I am not alarmed. I figure if it was something really bad, they would have called us both. Nobody in my family has died. Our house hasn’t burned down. It’s Kai’s business, not mine.

Eunchae sends me a note. What happened?

I send a shrug in her direction. How am I supposed to know?

I just hope I haven’t lost my ride home.

Sixth period ends. I gather my books and head to English class. The book is Beowulf, so I’m completely prepared. I’ve done this unit plenty of times.

I’m about ten steps away from the classroom when someone grabs me.

I turn, and there’s Kai.

Kai, bleeding.

“Shh,” he says. “Just come with me.”

“What happened?” I ask.

“Just shh, okay?”

He’s looking around like he’s being chased. I decide to go along. After all, this is more exciting than Beowulf.

We get to a supply closet. He motions me in.

“Are you kidding me?” I say.

“Bahiyyih.”

There’s no arguing. I follow him in. I find the light switch easily.

He’s breathing hard. For a moment, he doesn’t say anything.

“Tell me what happened,” I say.

“I think I might be in trouble.”

“Duh. I heard you called to the principal’s office. Why aren’t you down there?”

“I was down there. I mean, before the announcement. But then I … left.”

“You bolted from the principal’s office?”

“Yeah. Well, the waiting room. They went to check my locker. I’m sure of it.”

The blood is coming from a cut above his eye.

“Who hit you?” I ask.

“It doesn’t matter. Just shut up and listen to me, okay?”

“I’m listening, but you’re not saying anything!”

I don’t think Bahiyyih usually talks back to her older brother. But I don’t care. He isn’t really paying attention to me, anyway.

“They’re going to call home, okay? I need you to back me up.” He hands me his keys. “Just go home after school and see what the situation is. I’ll call you.”

Luckily, I know how to drive.

When I don’t argue, he takes it as acquiescence.

“Thanks,” he tells me.

“Are you going to the principal’s office now?” I ask him.

He leaves without an answer.

Eunchae has the news by the end of the day. Whether it’s the truth doesn’t really matter. It’s the news that’s going around, and she’s eager to report it to me.

“Your brother and Josh Wolf got into a fight out by the field, during lunch. They’re saying it had to do with drugs, and that your brother is a dealer or something. I mean, I knew he was into pot and everything, but I had no idea he dealt. He and Josh were dragged down to the principal’s office, but Kai decided to run. Can you believe it? They were paging him to come back. But I don’t think he did.”

“Who’d you hear it from?” I ask. She’s giddy with excitement.

“From Kyujin! She wasn’t out there, but some of the guys she hangs out with saw the fight and everything.”

I see now that the fact that Kyujin told her is the bigger news here. She’s not so selfish that she wants me to congratulate her, not with my brother in trouble. But it’s clear what her priority is.

“I’ve got to drive home,” I say.

“Do you want me to come with you?” Eunchae asks. “I don’t want you to have to walk in there alone.”

For a second, I’m tempted. But then I imagine her giving Kyujin the blow-by-blow account of what went down, and even if that’s not a fair assumption to make, it’s enough to make me realize I don’t want her there.

“It’s okay,” I say. “If anything, this is really going to make me look like the good daughter.”

Eunchae laughs, but more out of support than humor.

“Tell Kyujin I say hi,” I say playfully as I close my locker.

She laughs again. This time, out of happiness.

“Where is she?”

I haven’t even stepped through the kitchen door and the interrogation begins.

Bahiyyih’s mother, father, and grandmother are all there, and I don’t need to access her mind to know this is an unusual occurrence at three in the afternoon.

“I have no idea,” I say. I’m glad he didn’t tell me; this way, I don’t have to lie.

“What do you mean, you have no idea?” my father asks. He’s the lead inquisitor in this family.

“I mean, I have no idea. He gave me the keys to the car, but he wouldn’t tell me what was going on.”

“And you let him walk away?”

“I didn’t see any police chasing after him,” I say. Then I wonder if there are, in fact, police chasing after him.

My grandmother snorts in disgust.

“You always take his side,” my father intones. “But not this time. This time you are going to tell us everything.”

He doesn’t realize he’s just helped me. Now I know that Bahiyyih always takes Kai’s side. So my instinct is correct.

“You probably know more than I do,” I say.

“Why would your brother and Josh Wolf have a fight?” my mother asks, genuinely bewildered. “They’re such good friends!”

My mental image of Josh Wolf is of a ten-year-old, leading me to believe that at one point, my brother probably was good friends with Josh Wolf. But not anymore.

“Sit down,” my father commands, pointing to a kitchen chair.

I sit down.

“Now … where is he?”

“I genuinely don’t know.”

“She’s telling the truth,” my mother says. “I can tell when she’s lying.”

Even though I have way too many control issues to do drugs myself, I am starting to get a sense of why Kai likes to get stoned.

“Well, let me ask this, then,” my father continues. “Is your brother a drug dealer?”

This is a very good question. My instinct is no. But a lot depends on what happened on the field with Josh Wolf.

So I don’t answer. I just stare.

“Josh Wolf says the drugs in his jacket were sold to him by your brother,” my father prods. “Are you saying they weren’t?”

“Did they find any drugs on Kai?” I ask.

“No,” my mother answers.

“And in his locker? Didn’t they search his locker?”

My mother shakes her head.

“And in his room? Did you find any in his room?”

My mother actually looks surprised.

“I know you looked in his room,” I say.

“We haven’t found anything,” my father answers. “Yet. And we also need to take a look in that car. So if you will please give me the keys …”

I am hoping that Kai was smart enough to clear out the car. Either way, it’s not up to me. I hand over the keys.

Unbelievably, they’ve searched my room, too.

“I’m sorry,” my mother says from the hallway, tears in her eyes now. “He thought your brother might have hidden the drugs in here. Without you knowing.”

“It’s fine,” I say, more to get her out of the room than anything else. “I’m just going to clean up now.”

But I’m not quick enough. My phone rings. I hold it so my mom can’t see Kai’s name on the display.

“Hi, Eunchae,” I say.

Kai is at least smart enough to keep his voice down so it won’t be overheard.

“Are they mad?” he whispers.

I want to laugh. “What do you think?”

“That bad?”

“They’ve ransacked his room, but they haven’t found anything. They’re looking in his car now!”

“Don’t tell her that!” my mother says. “Get off the phone.”

“Sorry—Mom’s here, and not happy about me talking to you about this. Where are you? Are you at home? Can I call you back?”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Yeah, he really does have to come home eventually, doesn’t he?”

“Look … meet me in a half hour at the playground, okay?”

“I really have to go. But, yes, I’ll do that.”

I hang up. My mother is still looking at me.

“I’m not the one you’re mad at!” I remind her.

Poor Bahiyyih will have to clean up the mess in her room tomorrow morning—I can’t be bothered to figure out where everything goes. That would take too much accessing, and the priority is finding out which playground Kai means. There’s one at an elementary school about four blocks from the house. I assume that’s the place.

It’s not easy to sneak out of the house. I wait until the three of them return to Kai’s room to tear it apart again, then skulk out the back door. I know this is a risky maneuver—the minute they realize I’m gone, there will be hell to pay. But if Kai comes back with me, that’ll all be forgotten.

I know I should be focusing on the matter at hand, but I can’t help but think of Hanni. School’s now over for her, too. Is she hanging out with Minji? If so, is she treating her well? Did anything about yesterday rub off on her?

I hope, but never expect.

Kai’s nowhere to be found, so I head to the swings and hang in the air for a while. Eventually, he appears on the sidewalk and heads over to me.

“You always pick that swing,” he says, sitting down on the swing next to mine.

“I do?” I say.

“Yeah.”

I wait for him to say something else. He doesn’t.

“Kai,??? I finally say. “What happened?”

He shakes his head. He’s not going to tell me.

I stop swinging and plant my feet on the ground.

“This is stupid, Kai. You have five seconds to tell me what happened, or I’m going to head right back home, and you’ll be on your own for whatever happens next.”

Kai is surprised. “What do you want me to say? Josh Wolf gets me my pot. Today we got into a fight over it—he was saying I owed him, when I didn’t. He started pushing me around, so I pushed him back. And we got caught. He had the drugs, so he said I’d just dealt them to him. Real smooth. I said that was totally wrong, but he’s in all AP classes and everything, so who do you think they’re going to believe?”

He has definitely convinced himself it’s the truth. But whether it started out being the truth or not, I can’t tell.

“Well,” I say, “you have to come home. Dad’s trashed your room, but they haven’t found any drugs yet. And they didn’t find any in your locker, and I’m guessing they didn’t find any in the car, or I would’ve heard about it. So right now, it’s all okay.”

“I’m telling you, there aren’t any drugs. I used the weed up this morning. That’s why I needed more from Josh.”

“Josh, your former best friend.”

“What are you talking about? I haven’t been friends with him since we were, like, eight.”

I am sensing that this was the last time Kai had a best friend.

“Let’s go,” I tell him. “It’s not the end of the world.”

“Easy for you to say.”

I am not expecting our father to hit Kai. But as soon as he sees him in the house, he decks him.

I think I am the only one who is truly stunned.

“What have you done?” my father is yelling. “What stupid, stupid thing have you done?”

Both my mother and I move to stand between them. Grandma just watches from the sidelines, looking mildly pleased.

“I haven’t done anything!” Kai protests.

“Is that why you ran away? Is that why you are being expelled? Because you haven’t done anything?”

“They won’t expel him until they hear his side of the story,” I point out, fairly sure this is true.

“Stay out of this!” my father warns.

“Why don’t we all sit down and talk this over?” my mother suggests.

The anger rises off my father like heat. I feel myself receding in a way that I’m guessing is not unusual for Bahiyyih when she’s with her family.

I become nostalgic for that first waking moment of the morning, back before I had any idea what ugliness the day would bring.

We sit down this time in the den. Or, rather, Kai, our mother, and I sit down—Kai and me on the couch, our mother in a nearby chair. Our father hovers over us. Our grandmother stays in the doorway as if she’s keeping a lookout.

“You are a drug dealer!” our father yells.

“I am not a drug dealer,” Kai answers. “For one, if I were a drug dealer, I’d have a lot more money. And I’d have a stash of drugs that you would’ve found by now!”

Kai, I think, needs to shut up.

“Josh Wolf was the drug dealer,” I volunteer. “Not Kai.”

“So what was your brother doing—buying from him?”

Maybe, I think, I’m the one who needs to shut up.

“Our fight had nothing to do with drugs,” Kai says. “They just found them on him afterward.”

“Then what were you and Josh fighting about?” our mother asks, as if the fact that these two boyhood chums fought is the most unbelievable thing that’s occurred.

“A girl,” Kai says. “We were fighting about a girl.”

I wonder if Kai thought this one out ahead of time, or whether it’s come to him spontaneously. Whatever the case, it’s probably the only thing he could have possibly said that would have made our parents momentarily … happy might be overstating it. But less angry. They don’t want their son to be buying or selling drugs, being bullied, or bullying anyone else. But fighting over a girl? Perfectly acceptable. Especially since I’m guessing, it’s not like Kai’s ever mentioned a girl to them before.

Kai sees he’s gained ground. He pushes further. “If she found out—oh God, she can’t find out. I know some girls like it when you fight over them, but she definitely doesn’t.”

Mom nods her approval.

“What’s her name?” Dad asks.

“Do I have to tell you?”

“Yes.”

“Yuna. Shin Yuna.”

Wow, he’s even made her Korean. Amazing.

“Do you know this girl?” Dad asks me.

“Yes,” I say. “She’s awesome.” Then I turn to Kai and shoot him fake daggers. “But Romeo over here never told me he was into her. Although now that he says it, it’s starting to make sense. He has been acting very weird lately.”

Mom nods again. “He has.”

Eyes bloodshot, I want to say. Eating a lot of Cheetos. Staring into space. Eating more Cheetos. It must be love. What else could it possibly be?

What was threatening to be an all-out war becomes a war council, with our parents strategizing what the principal can be told, especially about the running away. I hope for Kai’s sake that Shin Yuna is, in fact, a student at the high school, whether he has a crush on her or not. I can’t access any memory of her. If the name rings a bell, the bell’s in a vacuum.

Now that our father can see a way of saving face, he’s almost amiable. Kai’s big punishment is that he has to go clean up his room before dinner.

I can’t imagine I would have gotten the same reaction if I’d beaten up another girl over a boy.

I follow Kai up to his room. When we’re safely inside, door closed, no parents around, I tell him, “That was kinda brilliant.”

He looks at me with unconcealed annoyance and says, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Get out of my room.”

This is why I prefer to be an only child.

I have a sense that Bahiyyih would let it go. So I should let it go. That’s the law I’ve set down for myself—don’t disrupt the life you’re living in. Leave it as close to the same as you can.

But I’m pissed. So I diverge a little from the law. I think, perversely, that Hanni would want me to. Even though she has no idea who Kai and Bahiyyih are. Or who I am.

“Look,” I say, “you lying little pothead bitch. You are going to be nice to me, okay? Not only because I am covering your butt, but because I am the one person in the world right now who is being decent to you. Is that understood?”

Shocked, and maybe a little contrite, Kai mumbles his assent.

“Good,” I say, knocking a few things off his shelves. “Now happy cleaning.”

Nobody talks at dinner.

I don’t think this is unusual.

I wait until everyone is asleep before I go on the computer. I retrieve Minji’s email and password from my own email, then log in as her.

There’s an email from Hanni, sent at 10:11 p.m.

M –

I just don’t understand. Was it something I did? Yesterday was so perfect, and today you are mad at me again. if it’s something I did, please tell me, and I’ll fix it. I want us to be together. I want all our days to end on a nice note. not like tonight.

with all my heart, h

I reel back in my seat. I want to hit reply, I want to reassure her that it will be better—but I can’t. You’re not her anymore, I have to remind myself. You’re not there.

And then I think: What have I done?

I hear Kai moving around in his room. Hiding evidence? Or is fear keeping him awake?

I wonder if he’ll be able to pull it off tomorrow.

I want to get back to her. I want to get back to yesterday.

[wellthebardsdead]

Fools prayer pt7

Part 6 here

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Nerevar: *steps back into his office with a deep and heavy sigh as he closes the door. His communion with Boethia silent. And Azura too far gone to answer his call* I don’t understand… *rubs his face leaning against the door as he recalls his dream, Mephala strung up within red mountain, her body split open and her heart beating in place of the heart of creation* if she was the one responsible, why was she-

*creak*

Nerevar: *immediately snaps to attention, drawing his lance and casting detect life… but sensing nothing* … gods im tired… *sets his lance down and walks to his desk before pausing as he sees the door to his safe unlocked but not open* huh? *quickly opens it up and sighs with relief to find Vivec’s spear still inside, where Beyte Fyr had placed it… but next to it, a familiar golden mask with three eyes whose mere presence sent shivers down his spine* Wh-what?… *reaches in with a trembling hand, picking it up and staring at it in shock* how did-

“You freed me. From the curse she’d condemned me to.”

Nerevar: *drops the mask and spins around in shock to see… Voryn… alive, his long dark hair tucked behind his, and his skin just as good as the precious metals adorning him, contrasting the red paint decorating it beautifully, exactly how he remembered him… his closest friend* voryn? I- I’m dreaming. I have to be. Or I’ve lost my min- *blinks and shivers as voryn suddenly appears right in front of him, the councillors slender and soft hands sliding up his armoured shoulders to his neck, and slowly creeping up a little further to hold his face lovingly as his lips falter so close to his own* Mephala wanted us dead. She wanted me dead. But now I’m free, we’re free… we can be together… together at last… *leans in closer pressing his lips to the other chimers, his skin cold against nerevars, his touch cold, his body cold… no pulse. No heart.*

Nerevar: *closes his eyes and moans softly into the kiss, wanting for a moment to give in and reach out to take hold of him, but ultimately deciding to not feed into his dreams as he opens his eyes and stifles a scream seeing Voryns skin now grey, and three red eyes, locked onto his* WHAT IN-

???: neht?

Nerevar: *jolts awake to find himself at his desk, his neck and back aching as he lifts his head from the scattered parchment he’d fallen asleep reading* Ah- wh-what? I- huh- *freezes seeing a familiar figure standing at his door, Vivec* Vehk, what are you doing up? You need to be-

Vivec: *walks quietly from the door, past his desk and to the safe, before bending down before it and picking up the mask of dagoth ur* …Mephala… didn’t lie to me completely then… *looks to him with fear lingering behind his eyes* Dagoth Ur was never the true threat… it was Voryn. *sets it down on his desk and shakily hugs his robe tighter, the dim glow of the candlelight finally showing the sweat on his brow and the tussled mess his pillow had made of his now short hair* I expect you’re used to him coming to you in your dreams by now?…

Nerevar: he came to you as well?…

Vivec: he… *sighs recalling it* he did… I almost prefer my visits to cold harbour over his presence in my sleep…

Nerevar: he didn’t hurt you did he?… *stands from his desk and picks his cape up from his chair, draping it around Vivec like a blanket as he closes the gap between them*

Vivec: *smiles and hugs it close, his heart feeling a deep warmth that seeps into his soul, that they could return to such friendly, comfortable familiarity so quickly despite all that had happened* no… and I think that’s what scared me so much about it… I opened my eyes and he was at my bedside… he promised I’d be, looked after, when he’d at last he by your side again… so I pushed my way out of the dream and came to find you.

Nerevar: pushed your way out of the dre- *blinks and staggers back, seeing vivec no longer there, and his cape on the floor* … *picks it up and turns to run out the door thinking it was open only to smack face first into it hard* UURGH!!! IM TIRED OF DREAMS BLURRING WITH REALITY I THOUGHT I WAS DONE WITH THIS! *fumbles for the knob and finally staggers out into and up the hall, his pace only quickening as he hears Vivec gasping for breath behind the door of his room* Vehk?! Vivec?! *opens it to find Vivec sitting upright in his bed, the guards assigned to his room trying to help him breath while another checks the window and room for any signs of an intruder* I- Vivec?

Vivec: *pale as sheet as he slowly turns his gaze to him, evidently having seen something as his mind entered back into his own when it left nerevars* he actually did it… we… we can’t kill him.

Nerevar: what do you mean he did it?… what do you mean we can’t kill him?…

Vivec: the heart… he bound the good daedra to it with him… mephalas plan. My actions… it was all for nothing. *swallows a lump in his throat* It’s my fault… I should have never turned on her.

[dessertpanda]

To be A Hero... Or maybe Pt 4

PT 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 5 PT6 PT7 PT8 PT9 Master List

(AHH ITS THEIR FIRST DAY! This will deal with bullying fighting All Characters are over the age of 18 )

”IZUKU!!’ Y/n called to him, running at full speed, her backpack bouncing and her skirt flowing. “Y/N!” He turned, opening his arms wide as she dove right into them. He caught her with ease and giggled hugging her tightly. “Our first day!! You excited?” She giggled looking up at him, staring into his bright emerald eyes. “Any day I’m with you love makes me excited” He gently moved his hands to hold her waist, placing his fingers a little lower to ensure her skirt did not go flying up in the wind. “That kinda sounds perverted” She giggled, gently taking his chin and pulling his face down so she could set a gentle kiss to his lips. He sighed in contentment when their lips met, immediately responding to it and tugging her closer to his body. He poured every ounce of love he held for her into that kiss, he was truly grateful for her, she helped him get into U.A. the school he needed to accomplish his dream, she continued to train him over the summer and keep his growth increasing. Summer went by so fast, graduation, prom… it was all over in a flash, and now here they stood a block away from their goal, and still holding strong. As he gently pulled away, he couldn’t help but stare into her eyes, they beamed with pride, never wavering from his.  “You’ve come so far love… I’m so proud of you” She whispered, placing her hands on his chest and gently pulling away from him. He continued to stare, face slightly red and eyes dazed but a smile nonetheless. She tried to pull away to continue their walk, but his hands refused to budge... “Y/n” He whispered “I.. Whatever happens, today… we stick together” His grip tightened ever so slightly, as if he was begging for her confirmation. “Izu… No matter what, I will always stand by you” Her eyes held his, her face stern. Showing no signs of lies or hesitation, he nodded. “No Matter what”

(They walked hand and hand to class)

As they skipped through the relatively empty halls ways, they could feel their nerves building. Thankful that they were both placed into the same class, due to the great skill and grit Izuku showed during the entrance exam and maybe… a little assistance from his lovely girlfriend, nonetheless landed him a spot in class 1-A.  “That’s… a big ass door” Y/n whispered, gasping at the huge door that was the only thing blocking them from their future classmates. “Imagine being that big” Izuku whispered, lifting his hand to open it. “Feel bad for their girlfriend” Y/n couldn’t help the crude comment from escaping her lips. “Pfft” catching himself before busting out laughing completely, Izuku stared down at her. “Really?” She gave an innocent head tilt, acting as if she said nothing wrong. “What?” With a shake of his head, he slid the door open, revealing an already rather chaotic classroom. From people showing off their quirks, gossiping, and yelling about four eyes… “No” Sitting smack dap in the front row was the face she wished she’d never have to see again. “k-kacchan” Izuku whispered, his hand grasping her ever so tighter. “Of all classes… of all Universities… why ours” She ran her thumb over the top of his hand, trying to comfort him. She sighed with a huff, "It's okay love.. remember we earned our spot here... You earned you right here"

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO HERE!" Ah yes, he had noticed them already. His attention was quickly drawn away from the blue-haired boy with glasses set upon his stern face. "I can't get fucken ride of you huh? Why the hell did they let ya'll in?" He was seething with rage but tried his best to maintain a cool demeanor after his outbreak.

"Fuck off Bakugo... we're here for a reason"  Y/N growled, moving to take a step forward to square off with him but Izuku clenched her hand a little tighter. His reasoning... he wasn't sure if it was for his comfort or to keep her from killing the man. "Can't believe I'm gonna have to see your ugly face every day for another year"

With a scoff and a roll of his eyes, Bakugo smirked, "Oh please, you two won't last a week" He now sat straight in his seat, staring through Y/N... no he didn't care about her being here. He knew she was a menses it was the fact that He was here....' Damn Deku' Bakugo sat... his blood slowly boiling, but trying to maintain his mature facade. "It's fine... At least I'll get to watch you fail at every single hero task" Now he stood, kicking his chair out from under himself and walking towards her... "I'll be at the top, and from there I'll watch you crumble under your sheer inability to keep up"

"Oh please... Careful now Kacchan" She spoke the name with venom, her eyes locking with his fiery ones, hand still pressing into Izukus. "You might trip on your arrogance" She smirked as his smirk faltered... He could only take so much before his temper began to shine through. "Oh, what's wrong? not as mature as you thought?" Bakugo angered by her teasing jolted towards her as if he could make her flinch, However, a large hand pulled her back behind Izuku. He now stood at an equal height to Bakugo... Maybe even a little taller.

“That’s enough Kacchan… Please step away from her” Never before had Izuku dared to pull Y/N away… she was always the protector but now, he wanted to protect her. “I don’t appreciate you flinching at my Girlfriend in such a way… step back or I’ll make you” His voice was clean and stern, but Y/N could hear the trembling of it, he was scared. He was doing something he’d never even imagined… he was threatening Kacchan.

” ohh you trained him into a good little Bitch Y/N” Bakugo growled at Izuku…” Did you get a pair of balls now Deku? Huh? Think you’re something because you were accepted here?” He threw his arms up and shoved Izuku back, he didn’t stumble back but he did adjust his foot to keep his balance.  With the restraint that he met when he attempted to push the once small frail boy over, he was left stunned. Since when had this Deku become such a.. "You're a joke! Both you!" Bakugo was pissed, he watched as Izuku's eyes showed no hint of fear... if anything they looked... "DON'T GIVE ME A SORROWFUL LOOK" With sparks igniting within his palms he made a move to swipe at Izuku, but before he could, swirls of purple and blue gloved his body. He was stuck, body struggling against the restraints, "Damn Bitch" He growled watching as Y/N peeked out from behind Izukus's broad back.

"Hehe," She only giggled, squeezing her fist ever so slightly to tighten the restraints on his body.

"Amazing" Izuku whispered, the swirls reflecting off his eyes, he fist glanced to the rest of the class that stood stunned, watching as she performed her little show. She was effortless in doing so, the traits of a truly remarkable witch. "Impressive as always my love" Now fully turned, Izuku faced her. He trusted her to keep Bakugo restrained, unafraid of possibly being attacked from behind. He had a flushed face and his eyes shone with pride and affection. 'this girl..' He huffed embarrassed within his head. However, he only continued to get more red as she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Come on babe, let's go get our seats" She smiled, giggling to herself as he was left stunned at her affection, His smile grew brightly as he nodded his head quickly before moving to follow her. Leaving a still-restrained and angry Bakugo behind

"R-right!"

(Minnie time skip)

He took his seat next to her by the window... Watching as she interacted with her classmates. He had never seen her so talkative, but yet still so out of place. He listened as they spoke of how terrifying her quirk was from its strength... but she brushed over those comments, keeping her bright smile and friendly eyes. "you truly are remarkable" he whispered staring as she dug through her bag looking for a pen she had promised to lend Todoroki, and already made friend, 'better remember his place or I'll' Izukus eyes went wide when the thought crossed his mind...' no, no, no... Not these thoughts again!' he screamed at himself, remembering how such events led to a very bad predicament that he was lucky Y/N understood his reasoning for and it was she who cleaned up his mess. "Y/N" he whispered, laying his head in his arms... he wanted her attention but he didn't want to interrupt her.  "My Love," He said just a little louder.

With a glance down, Y/N smiled at him before waving to Todoroki who took his seat at the back of the class. "Yes?" She asked, smirking as she recognized his attention-seeking eyes.

"Just like admiring by pretty Girlfriend" He smiled, blushing at his display of affection. "I'm so proud of you, you know that?" He sighed moving his hand to hold hers. "Watching you continue to grow, every day it's like I was blessed to watch the birth of a goddess" Oh he was love-sick, he knew that and he wasn't ashamed of it. His mother always taught him that no matter what, find the one with the spark and never let it die. She allowed her own to die, no... it was extinguished the minute her husband passed, so she wanted Izuku to be able to protect his.

"You speak as if you won't be the greatest quirkless hero" She laced her fingers with his, allowing his thumb to rub against her knuckles gently. "Only because I have you, You're my inspiration, my strength, my everything" He shyly smiled as his eyes glanced down to their intertwined hands..."With you, there is nothing I can't do" With a soft tug, he brought their hands up to his face and set a gentle kiss on hers. "hmm You're so corny, and that makes me Hor,"

"Y/N!" His flushed face traveled down to his neck and up into his ears. How could such gentle words cause a reaction that was like from her? "I-I didn't mean to sound uh... I... S-sometimes I get carried away and!" He was stuttering and stumbling over his words, trying to defend himself. "I-I'll stop"

"Please don't ever stop loving me" Y/N quickly whispered, eyes locked with his. Her eyes held love and desire. But not just for his physical being, no she wanted his words to continue to spill,  his praise, his criticism, his dumb little rants he did. She wanted it all and needed him to never stop. Because to her... that was his passion, to be heard, seen, wanted! And the second he stopped talking to her in such a way, she'd know that the Izuku she knew was dead... and she'd be damned if she let that happen.

(This can be skipped but this is them being dumb at lunch together, and talking about a dumb interaction she's had with Bakugo and a little sexual)

After their teacher had come and introduced himself, (And she let Bakugo go) Y/N couldn't help the awe face she had. Eraserhead was their teacher! "OMG IZUKU HE'S EVEN FINER IN PERSON!" She squealed, practically rolling around the ground. "God... his scruffy little ughh I'd ride him"

"HEY! You have a perfectly good boyfriend to do so with right here!" He huffed, little situations and plans already running through his head on how to deal with this annoying man. "I bet I'm bigger anyway"

"hehe, Don't be jealous babe, I'd never leave you" She giggled, rolling her way over into his lap. "Plus! His eyes could never match yours, even when they're that blood-red color" She sighed staring up at him, the sun reflecting off him in the most perfect ways.

"Can we talk about anything! And I mean anything other than him" He begged, reaching over her to grab his juice box. "Like how you handled Kacchan! God that was just amazing, I spent like the entirety of English writing about it" With the juice box to his lips, he smiled down at her. "Did I ever tell you about my first ever interaction with him?" She asked, reaching up to cup his face as he slurped on his juice box. He simply shook his head, eyes egging her on, "My first day! Like a damn middle school boy he came up to me all stupid" She bit her lip, replicating Bakugos actions. This caused Izuku to spit his drink out and start cackling.

"PFtt HAHA no, no he didn't" His laughter only continued as he glanced down and saw Y/N now covered in juice. "s-sorry hehe" She used his sleeve to wipe her face clean before huffing.

"Anyways, he was like Hey, think you could take me" She put her hand under her chin, swerving her head side to side. "And I go... In a fight right?.... RIGHT," She was wheezing remembering the awkward look on his face when she didn't quite understand his intentions. "T-that's when one of his friends... HAHAHAH F-FROM THE OTHER SIDE" She held onto Izukus's bicep, using it to pull herself up. "He goes" Her face suddenly went stern, deepening her voice "Don't tell her you have a small dick" Izuku continued to laugh when it was just the two, it was always like this, airy and fun. "t-That's how I found out about his shrimp" She sighed, wiping her teared eyes, little giggles escaping now and then.

"Oh, oh my god... That's unbelievable" To hear such a side of Kacchan, his childhood friend turned bully, it was refreshing from all his typical badass tails. His eyes were shut tight as he tried to control his laughter.

"Y-yeah no, he's probably dwarfed by your size" She smirked, watching as Izuku's chest slowed as his laughter calmed. "Show him your dick, bet he'd back off" She pawed at his thigh, the one her head was resting on. Izuku shot red, from his hands to his ears.

"T-thanks love, but I think I'd rather save that aspect for your eyes only... wouldn't want him getting the wrong idea" He huffed, gently patting her thigh, just simply admiring her, as euphoria radiated off of her. "You're so beautiful" He whispered to himself, now running his hand lovingly and innocently up and down her thigh, simply basking in this peaceful moment.

(AHHH this is updated!!! I'M so glad, I hope you all enjoy !!!) I can't believe the season is over!! It makes me sad knowing Im running though my senior year WITHOUT MY HERO AND ONE PIECE!! AGHHH MY HEART

BUT ANYWAYS

Thank you all for the support and love!!! HAVE A GREAT DAY AND REMEMBER TO EAT, DRINK, AND LOVE YOURSELF BYEEEEEE LOVE YOU ALL