#and all the teachers started passing them around and apparently really looked forward to them ??

[wandamyconfort]

if I were you.. | CH.4

wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: y/n is best friends with vision, who ironically, is the boyfriend of his worst enemy, wanda maximoff. until one night, when the clock struck midnight, they are both struck by something mysterious that completely changes the fate of their best friends, including a certain redhead… be careful what you wish for.

sorry for any translation errors, english is not my first language

- I think I got the wrong place, I thought it came to the locker room but apparently it is a sewer manhole. Y/N looked at the team's locker room with a distorted face covering his nose.

- It stinks of feet in here. - grunted to his teammates, who were putting on their uniforms, still holding his hand to his nose.

- And what did you want it to smell like? Roses? Little flower... - Sam laughed sarcastically.

- It wouldn't be bad at all. - replied innocently as he looked at his closet not wanting to see those boys changing.

- Vision, what are you still doing out of uniform? - Coach Olivia asked with her hands on her waist, scolding the boy because he was the only one still sitting on a bench among the lockers still wearing normal clothes. - We don't have all the time in the world, the game starts in ten minutes. The court is already packed, guys, do your best. - she addressed everyone and then left.

Y/N was mentally killing Vision, in a thousand different ways in just five seconds repeatedly for making her go to school. She would have to participate in one of the most important games against a competing high school team and what was even worse: being Quarterback without having a clue what to do. That's great.

- Come on, guys! - Olivia shouted back, pointing at the players. - vision, don't be late, five minutes! - She warned the boy, who had already finished putting on his protective gear.

Y/N was immersed in her thoughts and did not notice the presence of someone behind her. The same person touched her shoulder and she turned around startled but relaxed when she saw that it was wanda.

Wanda was already in her uniform and that skirt seemed shorter than usual.

- Good luck in the cheerleading squad. - smiled without showing his teeth and Wanda approached him looking into his eyes as if she expected something more.

Y/N pressed her lips together already knowing what she wanted, he slowly approached and wanda closed her eyes by instinct waiting for the kiss. The kiss that never came. At least not where she wanted. Y/N had kissed her forehead. wanda huffed.

- That's not a good luck kiss... - she complained in displeasure.

- Isn't it?

- I want it here... - She pointed to her own lips, running her index finger over them sensually, they were painted with a skin-colored lipstick, thin lips.

Y/N bit his in nervousness. What am I going to do? Sir, help me

- Vision, are you coming today or tomorrow? - They were startled by the trainer who suddenly appeared shouting and soon after disappeared. Thanks teacher. Y/N smiled and kissed the girl in front of her again on the forehead.

- You heard her... the kissing is for later. - She ran away, leaving Wanda with a pout forming on her lips.

The field was really crowded, noisy. Everyone was looking forward to the match, the cheerleaders opened the match with a sensational number, and the instant they finished, Y/N immediately thought she was fucked.

She was terrified. Vision told her it was easy, that she had nothing to worry about. A few hours earlier he had shown her some passes: "Catch the ball, keep hold of it, then just run across the white line, and that's it, Touchdown!".

What if prayers made to a wishing fountain could come true, and by an error of fate you came back to me? She repeated the words he had spoken to her a few hours ago in order to build up courage. Vision was visibly in the first row of the bleachers, he also seemed nervous. The match started and Y/N ran to all sides just watching and mentally hoping that no one would pass the ball to her.

- Drew, pass the ball to Sam! - The coach yelled for the boy, who was surrounded, to throw the ball to the Quarterback.

And that was her indication: When you know you won't make it, pass the ball to Vision.

The black-haired boy obeyed, but one of the rival team's players stepped forward with a leap and managed to get possession of the ball. Coach Olivia had surely forgotten that shouting the passes was not a very smart idea. Y/N was relieved that the ball had not reached her. Unlike the school's fans, who shouted curses at the players and muttered something disconnected. A few more minutes of play went by and Wanda watched worriedly as Vision ran without paying attention to the field. It didn't even look like he was playing. Because of his inattention, a player threw the ball at her and she herself fell to her knees. Wanda covered her mouth in shock and wanted to go over to help him but a hand grabbed hers to keep her in place. It was Valkyrie.

- Oh... Oh my God... - she closed his eyes tightly. - Shit, that really hurts. - mumbled almost speechless with his hands between his legs.

She had just been hit hard and it hurt like hell. He had forgotten to put protection there. All the boys stopped to watch him and they frowned, contorting their faces in pain as if they had also been hit. Y/N felt two tears fall and Vision mentally thanked him for not being in his body at that moment. Could this get any worse?

Y/N tried to pull himself together as best he could. The game had to go on.

- Vision, it's yours! - Bucky shouted the instant he threw the ball to his friend. This time no one got in the way and the ball arrived at the right destination.

Damn it. What do I do now? Okay, stay calm, what did Vision actually say...? Oh, I know: Get the ball. Okay, that part I've already done. Now I have to cross the white line... But what white line? What line? There are so many... Or did I have to run first?

- DAMN IT, Y/N, RUN! - The answer came as a shout from his friend who was in the stands. He soon realized his mistake. - I mean... Go, Vision! Go for it... - He smiled faintly seeing that some students looked at him confused and he soon tried to keep a closed face watching the game.

As Y/N was about to start running, she was brutally hit by a big guy from the rival team, at which point she could tell she almost saw the light. That little kiss of good luck is being missed. Y/N grunted in agony through her aching body.

- Damn... I think I hurt my leg. - The girl spoke with the thread of her voice feeling the sharp pain in her leg unable to stand up.

- Congratulations, you idiot! - one of the players shouted without stopping his route to observe him and headed for the locker room.

- I think I'll get my Quarterback job back. - Sam, who was following him, smiled mockingly and headed for the locker room.

- Man, what is your problem? Have you forgotten how to run? - Steve pinned him without waiting for an answer or helping him up. It seemed that everyone made an Indian row of people waiting their turn to recriminate him.

- What's the matter with you guys? I'm fine, thanks for asking.

she managed to get up at great cost and stood feeling the pain in her leg.

- Are you ok? - Wanda asked and Y/N screamed almost off balance. She quickly put her hand on his waist and put his arm around her neck to help him walk.

- Have you come to reproach me too? - muttered with a twisted face.

- Of course not... Come here. - put his arm around her shoulder. - You have to go to the hospital. Can you take a few steps to the car? - She spoke worriedly, and the boy nodded.

(...)

- It was nothing too serious. It's not broken. he'll live. - The Doctor examined the leg over the redhead's expectant gaze.

- You say that because it wasn't with you. - she thought.

Y/N rolled his eyes.

- We'll just put a cast on it and you can go home now, young man.

- Put a cast? - The little girl lying on the stretcher asked in fright.

- Don't be scared, it's only for a few days. This way you'll get better faster. And so that you don't miss school you can use crutches. But... no more effort, that is, no more games for at least a month, okay? - This is the best news I have received so far.

she nodded and Wanda helped her up. She kissed his nose and wrinkled it in a funny way while smiling. Y/N laughed through the pain, finding it amusing.

(...)

- How are you? - the boy asked on the line. After they left the hospital the redhead dropped her off at home, who was now resting in bed.

- I had to put a cast on my leg. - She answered and sighed, looking at her leg.

- I'm sorry I got you into this. You wouldn't know how to play with just a hint, if you hadn't trained before. - he said, feeling guilty. - But on the bright side... At least you won't have to play anymore, right?

- Fuck you, Vision!

- Hey, but listen... - He spoke in the face of the other's muteness. - What do your parents mean, "Don't forget your dance class?"

- Shit... - She squeezed her eyes shut, bringing her hand to her forehead. - I had forgotten. It's my classical ballet class. Don't you remember when I told you that I joined a month ago?

- Yes… Now that you said it, I remembered.

- Well then… It's today at six. You can't be late.

- What? No, no… I can't dance ballet. No way. I'm not going!

- Oh, but you will! - ordered. - I didn't know how to play football either, and I did. Now I have a fucking leg in a cast! - she said angrily. - This is the least you can do.

- Am I supposed to thank you for breaking my leg? - he teased, knowing it would irritate her.

- It's your leg, but I'm the one feeling the pain here! - She fell for the provocation and became more irritated.

- Okay... I'm going to your class. - Having said that he disconnected the call and Y/N grunted, putting the cell phone aside.

- Honey... - Pepper entered the room. - Today unfortunately I'll have to stay on call. I tried to cancel. I tried to find someone to take my place today, but no one could. I didn't want to leave you alone, even more so, so I called your girlfriend so she could stay here tonight with you.

- No, mama! Why did you do that? You didn't have to bother Wanda. I'll be fine here. - Spending an entire night with the girl was not in her plans. What if she tried to kiss you? How could you escape with only one good leg?

- She didn't seem to mind. On the contrary, she liked it and was also worried about you. She also said that your parents had a conference tonight and might not be back until tomorrow afternoon.

- I still don't think I should have called. - She muttered in annoyance, but Pepper hadn't heard.

(...)

- Y/N? - Greeted a smiling girl. Hi, total stranger.

- Hello...- How have you been? Aside from dance classes, we hardly see each other. - The girl was nice and Vision scratched the back of his neck.

- Well, thank you. - He replied without amusement.

- Have you been talking to Virginia? - Who the hell is Virginia?

- No.

- Neither do I... - He smiled without showing his teeth.

- It's been a while since we've spoken. In such a short time you must know when she comes here to Miami, right?

- Um... I don't know when she's coming. - He answered, floating.

- What's up, Y/N? You look at me like you don't know me. - she laughs.

It's because I really don't know you, creature.

- Are you okay? - Yes, I'm fine. - he answered quickly.

- It's really good to be... You already know how kind America is. - She was ironic and Vision frowned.

- america?

- Yes... - She tilted her head to the side in confusion. - Our teacher. Have you forgotten?

(...)

- That must be Wanda. I'll send her up. I'm coming, okay? Take care. Mom loves you. - She kissed the boy's forehead, who was lying on the bed, flipping through some channels on the TV with the remote control.

Y/N nodded.

- I love you too, Mom. - She murmured softly, her eyes still on the television.

Pepper stopped her journey and looked at him with moved eyes. The last time her son had said this her husband was still alive, Vision was twelve years old. They were having a picnic in the park, her husband was teaching him to play baseball as he always did every day after work. Y/N knew that Vision had trouble showing his feelings, he loved his mother but found it hard to tell her. So he decided to give her a little help.

The woman couldn't help but come back and give him another kiss on the forehead, this time longer. Soon after she left the room smiling. y/n smiled sideways and continued to flip through some channels.

- My God, what happened here? - The girl who had just entered the room spoke up, looking at every corner of the place with a surprised look.

- What do you mean?

- Your room. It's organized...

- Oh, yes... - I knew what she was talking about.

- Yeah, it needed some cleaning up, so I finally decided to do it. - She smiled at the other's expression.

- You did well. - She smiled, stepping closer. - Does your leg still hurt?

- Not much. It's much better than before. I can't wait to get it off, it itches so much. - She began to poke and prod at the plaster, annoyed.

- Don't touch it, stubborn... - she sat up in bed. - It could get worse if you keep poking at it. You heard the doctor, it will only be a few days. If you keep poking it, it will take longer to get it out, do you want that?

Y/N shook her head sighing and Wanda held her hand to stop her leg from moving.

- Thank you! - she answered sincerely. knew she was just being nice, worrying, because she thought he was Vision. Even so, she felt obliged to thank her and no longer felt like recriminating or offending her. wanda just smiled.

- Well... I'll stay in the guest room. If you need anything, just call me, ok?

- That's fine. - She answered, relieved that they didn't sleep in the same bed.

The night was cold and gave way to dark, heavy clouds. The dark, calm sky had been changed by lightning. And their light reflected off the bedroom window. The wind whipped against the curtains of the half-open window.

- Oh no… - she mumbled in a terrified voice. - Dad…

Scott and Hope had already left the space for their daughter on the bed. They knew how much Y/N hated that time. scott was waiting for her with a warm smile but the girl gave no sign. The two then became confused and got up and marched to the girl's room finding her sprawled on the bed not at all bothered by the loud thunder.

- I guess our little girl is not a little girl anymore... - whispered Scott to his wife with a thread of sadness, watching the little girl sleep peacefully in bed.

I was happy that she was losing her fears but realized that she was growing up and was no longer a child.

- She will always be our little girl. - Hope whispered with a half smile at the man, she knew what he was thinking. - Let's go back to the room...

- Daddy... - She called him again, but only then realized he wasn't home and began to tremble. y/n began to cry amidst the thunder and lightning that was falling.

- Wanda! - she shouted, and another thunderclap came, making her scream louder. - Wanda, where are you?!

curled up in bed and soon saw a silhouette rush into the room

- What was it? - she asked, visibly startled by the screams.

- Stay with me. - pulled her arm. - Please, Wanda, don't leave me alone. - She asked between sobs and squeezed the other so she wouldn't pull away.

- All right... Stay calm. I'm here now. - lay down next to you. - Tell me what happened... Why are you crying? - she spoke sweetly, wiping his tears.

- I am afraid. - she whispered. - Thunder... I'm scared to death. - said, still whispering like a frightened child.

wanda frowned.

- Since when are you afraid? - she asked confused while caressing his face with the back of her hands.

y/n opened her mouth and couldn't make any sound without knowing how to explain. She couldn't think.

- Calm down, it's okay. It doesn't really matter. I'm not leaving your side. - the redhead spoke in a sweet way, she thought this scene was the most tender thing in the world. Vision afraid of thunder? could never imagine one day seeing that and him admitting it. He was looking like a little boy, which made her feel a desire to take care of him like never before...

- I'm glad you're here. - She had to say, her heart was screaming for it. Just the thought of being alone in that house as she had preferred hours ago made her petrified, she couldn't sleep if she were alone. y/n gripped the bottom of her shirt tightly looking into the girl's green eyes.

- I'm happy to be here. - pulled her into an embrace and nuzzled her head into the curve of his neck. y/n didn't know if it was because of fear or the circumstances she found herself in, but that hug was one of the best she had ever received, and she reciprocated on the same level. With the right to smell the sweet scent that exhaled from the redhead's skin, which made her calmer, more serene. When a thunderstorm was present she squeezed her tighter and that made wanda smile.

Five, ten, twenty minutes... couldn't tell how long she had been hugging her. could hear her heart beating at the same rhythm as hers, and she had to admit. I was enjoying it. The warmth of her body next to his, the quiet breathing, the caress she was making in his hair.

The thunder seemed to give way and only rain was present outside. The hug had also ceased and now they were just staring at each other. The girl's slightly flushed face was so close to his, her lips so inviting just inches away. So close to each other that y/n for a second was afraid she would hear his thoughts. Thank goodness that wasn't possible. For at that moment what she was thinking was that she would not run away should wanda try to kiss her. It was just a kiss, right? A meaningless little kiss, that would be fine. Or would it be wrong? How would vision feel about that? I knew I didn't want to do any more harm or avoid her now, because it would make her sad. She was being nice. It wasn't for her but for Vision.... It didn't matter. Now I didn't want to hurt her or see her suffer. Damn it. Why were you thinking about this? Now he cared about her. Why? Y/n stopped thinking.

- The thunder stopped. - she murmured, looking into the boy's eyes.

- yes... - blushed slightly as if the other had heard her thoughts.

- Let's go to sleep. You need to rest… - She touched his nose with her forefinger in a tender way, she was sleepy. wanda approached him and gave him a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth. The intention was on the lips, but it was dark and what was supposed to be a goal was just a crossbar. There was no second attempt.

Y/N let out the air she had been holding in. She could swear her heart had stopped beating for a few seconds, or it was beating too fast that she couldn't even feel it. She hoped wanda hadn't sensed her nervousness. She felt cold, ecstatic. And it wasn't even in her mouth.

- Good night, Wands.

(...)

- Good morning, angel. - Pepper murmured, watching Vision wake up. she had just returned from his shift, exhausted but with a broad smile.

- Mom… where is she? - She looked all around the room, not seeing any trace of the redhead who had slept with her. - Where is wanda?

Y/N wanted to make sure that everything that happened last night was not just a dream.

- Oh, she is gone. I didn't want to wake you up

- And what time is it?

- Seven thirty-four.

- Seven thirty-four? I don't believe it! - tried to get out of bed. - How could I have slept so long? Damn, I'm going to be late!

- Are you sure you want to go? If you want to, I don't see a problem in missing the three remaining days before the cast is removed.

- No. I want to go. That's why they gave me the crutches, right?

quickly straightened up, grabbed the crutches that were near the desk, and stood up, not very dexterously. It was as if he was relearning how to walk, on one leg.

(...)

- Good morning, Y/N. And my leg, how is it? - He smiled at her as he leaned on his locker.

- She is already better.

- I'm glad.

- And how was my class yesterday? - she asked, picking up some books she would need.

- It was great... For me to find out that I hate ballet! - Her smile is gone. - I'm all broken up here, that teacher is crazy, you know? And next time you tell me to do those things, at least indignify yourself to tell me the names of your friends! I'm no psychic to guess. There was a colleague of yours there who asked me about a certain virginia and I was floored, lucky for me she didn't ask me anything complex...

- It must be Vick. - deduced. - But what about Virginia? Don't you know her?

- Of course not!

- How do you not know her? She is a friend of Wanda's. Granddaughter of that neighbor of hers, Mrs. Clarice... - I was trying to make him remember.

- I never saw her there. - She spoke disinterestedly.

- It's because she doesn't live here in Miami anymore, she's from New York. It's been a while since I've seen her here, the last time she came was two years ago...

- How could I meet her when two years ago I didn't even live here in Miami yet?

- That's true. - said contrarily. - Vision... I need to tell you something. - She paused and Vision shook her head silently telling her to continue.

- Last night, Wanda slept with me, Pepper asked her not to leave me alone. I needed to tell you that. - I couldn't stop thinking for a moment about that night, about their closeness and the almost kiss.

- And you didn't kill each other? - He laughed and y/n sighed, looking at him a little guilty.

- She almost kissed me.

- On the mouth? - She widened her eyes

- No, no. On the foot. - she scoffed. - Of course it was in the mouth!

- Y/N, don't kill me for it... But she is my girlfriend. You weren't rude to her, were you? - Spoken as if you were guilty.

Is that really what I heard? And here I am, dying of guilt. If it weren't for my phobia of thunder, Wanda wouldn't have gone to bed with me and wouldn't have almost kissed me. And to make matters worse, I think I would have wanted that kiss to happen. I am to blame here, right? Vision acts like he's to blame, thinks I'm mad... But a few days ago I was angry, yes, at this possibility. So why am I not angry now? I should be hysterical, foaming fire at Vision. But why am I not? Y/N thought.

- No... I wasn't rude... - she whispered, balancing on crutches. - Vision... what do I do if she tries to kiss me again? - Verbalized blushing a little at the possibility. - I mean... should I avoid her?

- Obviously she will want to kiss you. That's what boyfriends do. But please, don't avoid her. It's good so that she doesn't suspect that you are running away. - He said thoughtfully, thinking some more just to then tell her what was going through his mind. - I wonder if... Can't you break this one for me? Give her a few kisses and she will be satisfied.

- You want me to. - She pointed to herself. - Kiss your girlfriend?

y/n was inexpressive.

- I know it's crazy but it doesn't always have to be. Like I said, give her some kisses and roll her over as much as you can. Until everything goes back to normal. Please... - Y/N swallowed hard listening to his friend's pleas.

- I'll see what I can do...

She didn't know what to say, she just said what came into her head, trying not to give it too much importance. Trying to be as formal as possible so that her friend wouldn't suspect her, in the face of that whirlwind of strange sensations she had felt the night before.

- Really? - smiled with relief because he thought she would freak out. - You are the best friend in the world, you know that?

y/n tried to smile but could not. Guilt hammered inside her and she could no longer look him in the eye.

- Just don't fall in love with my girlfriend. - He joked, punching her weakly in the arm, still smiling frankly that she had accepted.

- Don't talk nonsense...

Three days flew by before she finally had that annoying cast removed. Thus closing a week and a half that the two exchanged bodies.

- Mom, you should go... - Y/N insisted.

- But today is Sunday The only day we have to spend together.

- There will be other Sundays. But today, I want you to accept my invitation to go out with him. You need to have some fun and I bet Robert will make the most of it. - she sat down on the sofa next to woman.

Robert worked at the same hospital. A doctor, divorced, he was close to 38 years old and a good friend of his wife. But he had a romantic interest in her. He had invited her once before, but she refused with the excuse that she was spending Sunday with her son. And so she was doing it again.

- I'm not old enough for these things anymore. - She whined and y/n reached for her hand, making her look at her.

- And who told you that love has an age? are not old enough to have fun, to enjoy life... I don't want any more excuses. If you want to go, then call him now and tell him you changed your mind. - handed him the phone.

- Are you sure? - She gave an embarrassed smile, she really wanted to go.

- Totally!

Pepper smiled and went to the kitchen to dial the number. y/n reached for the TV remote and turned it on when she found it. Minutes went by before Pepper returned to the living room.

- He said he'll be by at eight o'clock. - Great. Then we still have two hours. - He turned off the TV and stood up.

- Two hours for what? - She questioned, confused.

- Well... to get ready! I want you to look beautiful and I'm going to help you. - She smiled and pushed Pepper into the room.

(...)

- I am shocked... Who taught you how to paint your nails? - The woman looked fascinated at her freshly painted nails by y/n who was putting the finishing touches.

- É-e-er.. Y/N. But that doesn't matter now... - She tried to change the subject. - Now we just need to choose the clothes and you will look beautiful.

The woman looked really stunning. Y/N chose a sophisticated dress for the occasion. Since they were going to a dinner party. She did a babyliss on her hair, letting the curls fall down her back. She wore basic make-up, because she said that natural beauty was better and that she didn't need to be full of make-up to be beautiful.

For Pepper it was like a "mother-daughter" moment, she was overwhelmed by everything Vision did. She was surprised at the end result. She didn't know he had feminine skills. Robert wasn't short on elegance either, he practically devoured the woman in front of him who felt embarrassed and Y/N raised her eyebrows feeling uncomfortable there.

- Have fun.

- Are you going to be okay? - The woman asked, facing him.

- Of course. I'll be fine, don't worry. Go, Mom... Don't keep that nice guy waiting any longer. - She smiled at the man waiting at the door, who smiled back.

- Okay, then I'll be right there. - You got infected. - Mom loves you.

- Me too, Very much. - It sounded sweet and the woman gave one last smile, leaving with the man for their date, beaming.

Y/N went back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. His eyes fixed on the ceiling, he bit his lip thinking about Wanda. He closed them, mentally beating himself up for thinking about her, letting out a breath. It was so wrong...

she heard his cell phone vibrate on the table, indicating a new message. picked it up and a smile opened on his face when he saw the name "wands" appear on the screen.

"What are you doing?"

decided to answer, biting his lips to see if he could stop smiling.

"Nothing, and you?"

"I'm dying of boredom. Why don't you come over here to take me out of this boredom? =)"

"No."

"You don't want to see me?"

Y/N was a little hesitant as the memories and sensations of that night invaded her mind again. But it turned out that she saw no problem in accepting.

"Okay... I'll be right there."

"Just like that, teddybear"

Y/N laughed.

(...)

- Where are your parents? - asked as she followed Wanda down the hall.

- They are in the office… - Y/N noticed a mixture of sadness in her voice.

- Is everything ok?

- Yes… - she answered and soon tried to change the subject. - Remember when you asked me about that movie at the amusement park?

- Titanic?

- Yes… Since you and I haven't seen it, so I rented it for us to watch together… What do you think? - Y/N moved his hand squeezing his nose affectionately, wanda made a face and laughed.

- Come on, wands. - she smiled.

- Are you crying? - She turned her gaze to her boyfriend, perplexed.

- Well... Aren't you? - sniffled.

- Yes, but... I've never seen you cry before. - she spoke with an amused smile watching Vision wipe her tears.

- Hm... - She mumbled, blushing, and Wanda threw herself on top of him.

- How beautiful my boyfriend is. - She hugged him like a bear hugs another bear. She broke away from the hug, looking for her boyfriend's lips, who shied away, preventing her from approaching him.

Y/N had been startled.

- Now what?

- Nothing. - she answered quickly and Wanda got off his back.

- Doesn't sound like a nothing to me.... - Y/N noticed her nervousness and became quiet.

- Why don't you kiss me anymore? What is going on? You don't love me anymore, is that it? Is it something I did? Something I said? Please answer me!

Y/N's face paled at the sight of Wanda's completely deranged questioning. Her eyes widened and she began to pray wondering what she would do.

wanda seeing her frightened face let out a laugh and couldn't bear to continue with the joke. Y/N snorted.

- Were you making fun of me? - said indignantly.

- You needed to see your face. You were like, "Help me, what am I going to do now?" - she said amid laughter.

- You pay me, Maximoff!

Y/N threw himself on top of her and started a tickling series on her, who laughed louder now, her eyes already watering and her face turning red trying to find air.

- Stop!

- Not until you apologize to me... Come on, maximoff, apologize! - she said smugly, still tickling the other who was trying to breathe.

- N-no...

- Ask!

- Stop! I'M GOING TO DIE! - she screamed tiredly, trying to find air but laughing uncontrollably.

- Do you give up? - She tried to hold the redhead's hands, who in turn tried to push him to stop the tickling.

- N-no... - tried to say.

- What now? - He held his wrists pinning them to the bed.

The laughter slowly died down, but Wanda still continued to breathe as much air as she could. Her chest was rising and falling with stupendous speed, and it sometimes brushed against the chest of Vision's body on top of her. Y/N shivered from head to toe as he felt the girl's breasts dragging on his chest.

Wanda, already breathing normally, stared at the intense gaze she was receiving and shuddered. Their faces were close to each other. Wanda smiled and kissed the tip of his nose.

- Your eyes... - Y/N whispered wanting to tell her something. - It has little dots around it, and in the middle is a mixture of light green and dark green. - She said fascinated observing in detail the other's eyes. - They are beautiful...

- They are normal greens.

- No... Not just any green. - she whispered, and Wanda was fascinated. - They are not like those dull green ones, their eyes have something more. And they are the most beautiful I have ever seen...

Wanda blushed. She couldn't smile, she was too astute for the new compliment. Praise she had never received before...

- That's the most beautiful thing you've ever said to me. - she whispered.

Y/N threw his body completely on top of her feeling her nipples hardening. Wanda had her two hands on his waist passing from time to time slowly down his back and ribs feeling comfortable in that position. She was already crazy. She wanted to kiss him, but she couldn't deny that she was loving this little game. It was like something new... more exciting. Y/N who was still staring at the green shifted his gaze to her mouth and immediately ran his tongue lightly over hers. Wanda let out a low moan watching this and Y/N soon came closer decisively, brushing his lips lightly against hers. She was longing for this. And she knew it. She needed to know, needed to feel what it would be like to kiss her, and this would be the answer to everything she was feeling. For all the confusing feelings that tormented her so much.

- Daughter, me and your da...

Y/N jumped to the side falling to the floor amazed at the woman's entry into the room.

- Ouch!

- Mom. - Natalya frowned.

- Hello, Vision. I didn't know you were here. - She smiled sympathetically at the boy who had just stood up totally embarrassed.

- Hello, Mrs. Maximoff. Um... this afternoon, I think I'd better go. It was good to see you. - He picked up his cell phone on the bed.

- Wanda, I'll see you tomorrow, ok?

Wanda nodded, blushing.

- Are you using condoms? - she asked when she saw that the boy was already gone.

- How's that? - Wanda's eyes widened.- Yes, daughter. If you're taking care of yourselves. - She said naturally.

- Mama, I'm a virgin!

Her insides crumbled when she heard this. She had already told him this and even asked about it a few days ago, but it seems that the woman hadn't heard anything she said because she was too busy with that damn phone.

- Oh... - She was surprised. - I'm liking this guy more now...

- He's quite different now... - Wanda whispered without knowing why.

- Natalya, dear. We're going to be late. - Erik appeared in the room fixing his tie.

- That's right. Daughter, we're going to a meeting, but we'll be right back.

- But today is Sunday. - she murmured dryly.

- I know, princess, but it was unforeseen. - Erik kissed his daughter on the forehead and then left.

- We'll talk more about this later, okay? She kissed his forehead and then followed in her husband's footsteps.

- Oh, sure ... I'll be waiting for you. But sitting down, so as not to get tired.

(...)

Y/N drove home in a cold sweat. She could not stop running her tongue between her lips. Her thoughts were dominated by only one person: Wanda. The girl who was always tormenting her when she was in her body. The one who bullied her, cursed her, who hurt her... Who now is the same girl she wants to kiss. Everything was so confusing!

She ran her hand over her face nervously and turned on the radio to calm herself down. She wanted to forget Wanda just for a minute, to forget everything that was happening, to forget these insistent feelings...

"This is me praying that this was the very first page. Not where the storyline ends..."

- Damn... this music is not helping. - grumbled when he thought of Wanda again and changed the radio station.

"Your beautiful eyes... Stare right into my eyes. And sometimes i think of you late at night..."

How Damn! she thought angrily.

"My heart has never felt this way before... Just as long as your mine. I'll be you everthing tonight. Let me love you, kiss you. Baby let me miss you. Let me see your... Dream about eyes."

she punched the car window changing the station one more time and almost ran over a dog.

"Cause I see, sparks fly whenever you smile. Get me with those eyes, baby... As the lights go down. I'll run my fingers through hair. And watch the lights go wild, just keep on keeping your eyes onme..."

- No more music! - turned off the radio angrily and hit the steering wheel. - Damn...

[jaegerisim]

PT. 2 of my HP x BYLER AU

The summer holidays passed by in a blur and between homework and hanging out with Will, Mike had been pretty busy.

Now, in "Platform 9 and 3/4" Mike buzzed with excitement to hug Will. Although they'd seen each other barely 48 hours ago, Mike couldn't help but feel like they'd been 48 days or years. So he moved around with his trolley until he spotted a familiar brown head sticking up in the multitude.

Mike pushed his trolley forward and grinned at Will, who still hadn't seen him as he was focused on something or someone else. That person was Max, who was babbling excitedly about all the new curses and charms Robin was going to teach her this year, while Will nodded along. Meanwhile, Will's mother fussed over how Will's hand-me-down shoes were already displaying holes and his tie was all crooked. Jonathan had his arms wrapped around Steve Harrington whose cheeks were a pretty red color.

Will turned to look at his brother, who stuck his tongue at him. Max grabbed Will's hand trying to draw his attention towards whatever it was she was saying. Will slapped her hand away playfully and she said something in mock offense.

Mrs. Byers was watching the whole interaction with an amused face. Finally, Mike reached his limit and marched over.

"Will!" Mike called "I missed you!"

"So, did I," Will laughed as Mike pulled him away from Max "but we saw each other 2 days ago! It's been weeks since I've seen Max!"

Mike frowned, they'd seen each other during the summer, without The Party? Worse of all, Will hadn't told Mike about this. It was outrageous, they'd promised to tell each other everything! This was all Max's fault.

Not only that, but the red-haired girl he got on Mike's nerves because she seemed to go wherever Will went, meaning he would no longer have Will to himself.

Once in the train, they bumped into El, Lucas and Dustin. Who invited Mike, Will and Max to sit with them. Much to Mike's dismay, Will sat next to the window and Max took the seat next to him.

So Mike sat between El and the door. El was acting weirder than she had last year, she was constantly red in the face and stuttered a lot. Mike almost thought she has a fever, but apparently that wasn't it. Anyways, seeing Max and Will share inside jokes and swap food provokes something really ugly inside of Mike, something burning and painful.

Since Mike was too focused on his own jealousy, he failed to notice Will's own frustration and longing stares while Mike seemingly "flirted" with El.

As the days passed Mike felt he and Will were growing distant from each other. Will hung out with Max and Robin more often while Mike felt like El was the only one who truly understood him.

"Mike!" cried Will, one cloudy, spring day, as he rushed into the courtyard where Mike sat "I tried out for the Quidditch team and they accepted me! I'm a Beater! Training starts tomorrow!"

Mike wanted to be happy for him, he truly did. Yet, he couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to genuinely be happy for his best friend. He couldn't fathom his sweet and caring Will playing such a dangerous sport.

"Will, be honest, do you even like Quidditch?" Mike asked, with a skeptical frown.

"Y- Yeah! I do. It's a great sport and Professor Creel says I'll be a great Beater!" Will sounded defensive.

"Professor Creel? You trust him? Will, he's not to be trusted!" insisted Mike

"I'm sorry?" snapped Will "He is not to be trusted? Why? 'Cause he's a Slytherin, right?"

Mike bit his lip, he hadn't meant to say that.

"Well, guess what? I'm Slytherin too! Does that mean you can't trust me either, huh?"

It began to rain and at one point Mike didn't know if the droplet he felt against his cheeks were tears or the rain itself.

"That's not what I meant!" Mike sobbed

"You sure, Mike? Professor Creel is a magnificent teacher. Just because you're Gryffindor and don't like him doesn't mean he is bad. Not every Slytherin is bad, y'know? Although you Wheelers seem to unjustly despise all of us!"

"That's just not true!" Mike scoffed, why was Will being such an asshole about this?

"I'm leaving! I'm gonna go find Max and Robin 'cause at least they'll be happy for me" spat Will.

"Will, you can't leave!" Mike tried desperately "It's raining" but it was hopeless, Will had already left him.

For the next few weeks, things were awkward between Will and Mike, their conversations had become stilted and forced until they stopped completely. The catalyst for this was Mike hearing rumors of Will and Max dating. Rumors he thought made sense, they were always together, they held hands sometimes and they were super protective of each other. Another reason why Mike felt betrayed by Will. Will hadn't told Mike he liked Max, how were they supposed to be best friends if they kept secrets from each other!

By the last days of school, Hogwarts buzzed with excitement.

The Quidditch match finals were just around the corner. The 2 Houses competing were Hufflepuff and Slytherin, which meant the 2 Byers Brothers were up against each other.

Both were quite the players as Will was pretty bold and didn't think twice of hitting the Bludger with his bat while Jonathan did fantastic saves as a Keeper.

Begrudgingly, Max invited The Party to come see Will but by the first part of the match, El had become bored of the game and told Mike to accompany her back to the school grounds.

Mike accepted since he thought Will wouldn't even care if he wasn't there, curiously, Max shot him a furious glare when he got up to leave.

Both him and El talked for hours, walking around aimlessly. El told him that her Dad had began to date Will's mom and that Will and her are going to be together a lot this summer.

Then, when the sun was almost down, they sat in the courtyard and El grabbed the side of his face, her cheeks were a rosy color and her mouth was in a shy smile.

Mike felt paralyzed, he knew what was going to happen. El was going to kiss him! Yet, he didn't feel that fluttery sensation his sister told him she felt when she kissed her best friend Barb and her ex-boyfriend Steve. His hands weren't all sweaty or clammy like Lucas described he feels when his near his crush. Nor was he a rambling, stuttery mess like Dustin! What did that mean? Why wasn't he feeling the things he should?

"Do you want to do this, Mike?" whispered El, softly

"Um, uh, Ye- Yeah. I do." He can't believe it took him so much willpower to want to kiss El. No, to want to kiss a girl.

El began to kiss him and he kissed her back. Still, nothing magical happened, it was the most boring thing ever. He was just kind of there.

He heard a noise from behind him and he turned around to find Will and Max staring at them, shocked. Max balled her fists and angrily stormed away muttering curses. Will on the other hand, stood there, mouth parted, tears welling up.

Mike knew he fucked up. He'd abandoned Will's important game to kiss a girl. He shouldn't have done that, he knows that.

Will turned around and left, wiping his face with his emerald Quidditch robe.

Mike didn't run after him, Mike turned to face El. She looked slightly sad but mostly confused, she didn't understand what happened.

The last day of school, Mike went over to the Slytherin table at The Great Hall.

"Hey, Will." he began

He felt Max glare daggers at him and Robin give him the stink-eye, several other Slytherins snickered. Billy, had a sneer plastered on his annoying and punchable face.

"Hi?" answered the smaller boy with confusion l

"I wanted to apologize for our argument, ok?" Mike apologized using his softest voice

"It's ok, Mike, really" Will dismissed with a small wave.

"No, it isn't I-" Mike insisted because it wasn't ok it was wrong.

"I said drop it, Mike" the brunet snapped. He did that a lot lately and when he did, he looked eerily similar to his father. It made Mike shudder. Mike shrugged helplessly and left to meet El and Lucas.

Lucas was blushing and El frowned at whatever Lucas was saying.

"So then me and Max kissed under the bleachers, yesterday and it was awesome!" Lucas gushed

Wait, Max and Lucas? Weren't she and Will dating? But if they kissed that meant that the duo were just friends and Mike had misunderstood everything. He'd fucked up again and Will was obviously not fine. Maybe the summer and spending time with El would help.

Mike ended his second year at Hogwarts wondering where exactly he'd gone wrong.

[sparkylilacs]

The Amazing Adventures of Spider-Kid!

Chapter 3

The next morning I get ready for yet another new school. My record for shortest time spent at a new school was half a day. In the fifth grade I got a teacher to quit and was kicked out when I brought a spider's egg sack to class and it hatched all over his desk after he confiscated my pencil bag for coloring during lecture. Apparently he was a humongous arachnophobe. I didn't have any books for this school yet so I packed my backpack with only a notebook (for doodling), my personal project folder, and a sack lunch Paco handed out to all us kids as we left. The twins turned right at the corner and I followed Wanda and Hey to the left and presumably to the high school. Or not, sometimes other kids in group homes had led me off wrong roads then ditched me so I'd be late. Or just lost, with some of them it was hard to tell. I never actually got lost, though I was often late, I have an amazing sense of direction. In the hall kids were buzzing in every direction. 

My first room was English literature. I got there no problem since I'm used to commotion. The teacher started by saying the basic speech on how she hoped I would feel welcome and asked me what some of my hobbies were. "I like to free climb, and practice kickboxing," I say. Sure, I am interested in those things and could say what my real hobbies are, reading comics and researching random stuff on the internet, but I find introducing myself this way gives me more space. The teacher said my hobbies were interesting and asked me to sit down. When she told us to turn to page fifty in the textbook, I just sat there wondering how long it would take her to realize I hadn't been issued one yet. My record was three months.

It wasn't to be beat this time. The teacher remembered after a minute and brought one over to me. The rest of the morning classes went the same way, as expected. Lunch things seemed usual as well, but quickly went very wrong. When I entered the cafeteria people stared, I was used to this. But when a boy sauntered up to me and asked "Did they hit you with their canes?" I had no answer. My blank stare told him he needed to clarify and he said, "The old folks you knocked off with the roof tiles". Some kids near enough to hear gave him stop now gestures, but others were getting up. Closing in on me. My mind was spinning over what he meant. Somehow my injuring Mr. Tipton had been told and expanded in rumor fashion all over the school, but the only people who could have talked were the Garcia house kids. 

This was bad, one of the worst people to live with is a snooping gossip. I learned that fast at the group center when I first went into the system. What was worse was how close this boy was to me now. "Why else were you climbing on the roof, who do you think you are Spider-Man?". I gritted my teeth and tried to push past him, but he didn't budge and the others packed around tighter. So I used a classic swipe, not even really a kick. Just to unbalance him and hoping I'd topple the whole group like dominos. Unluckily for me he went forward instead of backward. Taking us both down instead. 

My head was still buzzing a bit from hitting the floor, but I still heard a kid say, "Look she does think she's Spider-Man!". Pushing the boy off me I saw I hadn't zipped my pack all the way and my personal project folder had spilled all over the cafeteria floor. Pictures from newspapers, articles, and maps dated by year of activity splayed out for all around to see. "Spider Girl is better," said another voice. Laughter echoed around me as I scooped up what I could and ran out of there. The buzzing in my head seemed to grow louder as I darted through the hall to the exit. Vaguely I heard Hey shout at me as I passed, but I paid no attention. In the school yard I climbed the fence swiftly, jumped down landing on my feet and immediately continued running. No real direction in mind, just trying to put as much distance between me and the school as possible. Before I had been teased, whispered about, and shoved around, but the Spider-Man file was my biggest secret. I hadn't even shown it to my brother. And now it was all over the new school. 

So I ran unconcerned about punishments for running out in the middle of a school day. I was crossing a street when the buzzing in my head stopped and I heard Hey behind me. But he wasn't as fast as I was. A truck was barreling towards him, without realizing I had changed direction I kicked off a passing car and grabbed Hey, using the momentum to pull him back to the sidewalk with me. He stared at me, eyes big still dazed with shock. "How'd you do that?" he asked. I shrugged, "I do parkour". Shaking his head he said, "Okay, but why did you leave school? Do you know how much trouble you'll be in? I overheard your caseworker talking about how close you are to juvie if you don't shape up,". All my nerves were still tingling but that sent my gut writhing. Ms. Wilt had warned me before for other infractions, yet nothing I had done really could send me to juvenile detention. Although if nobody else would take me in. If I was just too much trouble to be bothered with. It might be all that was left. Acting unconcerned I said, "If you didn't eavesdrop then I wouldn't have run,". Hey gave me a quizzical look then his eyes cleared. He said, "That's Wanda. A real gossip. I think it's how she survives from place to place. Only been here half a year and already she knows everything,". I grunted and started heading down the street. Still not sure I believed he was innocent. Denial was the second language of a confronted gossip.

"Where are you going now?" he asked.

 "Back," I reply.

"How do you know that's the right way? I am barely sure where we are now, and you were running faster,".

"I never get lost,", I shoot over my shoulder, not stopping for him to catch up.

[callipraxia]

Just remembered one of my more developed original fantasy ideas. Since I’m not terribly likely to ever write it, figure I might as well talk about it, get it out of my system.

Once upon a time, in the distant times of the early 1960s, there were three siblings: a girl, Elinor, and her two younger siblings, a boy and another girl. They lived quietly somewhere in rural (never really settled, somewhere mountainous on the East Coast and probably the South, since that’s the land I know in real life) and were expected to live and die in their little town just like all the generations before them. Or at least, that was the expectation before one day, they all three seemingly vanished into a clear blue sky.

Investigations, such as could be done at the time, were made. Dozens of people fell under suspicion. The town nearly tore itself apart in a paranoid frenzy. But nobody ever found the kids or even any bones that could remotely have ever belonged to them, so finally, things started to move on. The parents of these three missing children even had a new child. That child was still in diapers when, as abruptly as she had disappeared, Elinor was found wandering in the mountains, still wearing the dress she’d gone missing in, which was somehow still in perfect condition. It also still fit perfectly, because somehow, even though a few years had passed, Elinor didn’t appear to have aged a day.

Obviously, there was instantly a new frenzy as people tried to figure out where she had been and what happened to her brother and sister. However, Elinor remained mute for months, and when she finally did start talking again and stopped trying to sneak out of her house to get back to the mountains, she claimed she had no memory of anything that had happened. She didn’t know how or why she had disappeared, she didn’t know where her brother and sister were, and she didn’t even know if they were still alive. Her mind, she insisted, was blank as a smooth rock on everything concerned with that subject.

Obviously, in a small town, this just made the rumors worse. A lot of people thought she must have murdered her brother and sister; the more superstitious in the community remembered how she had still looked the same even though that shouldn’t have been possible, and there were mutters about a deal with the devil, even as we progressed into more modern times. There was no chance the town was ever going to really accept her back as a full member. Fortunately, though, this suited Elinor just fine. She’d been known as a bright and highly compliant girl before, but now she was apparently consumed with a most unfeminine ambition; as soon as she finished high school in 1975, she was off to college, and not to study to be a teacher or secretary or something respectable for a girl like that. The crazy girl was determined to become rich, and not just by marriage.

Flash forward to the present day. Elinor succeeded in her quest to become rich, and is now an old lady and a noted philanthropist. Only the family even vaguely remembers the old tale about her going missing as a girl and reappearing without her siblings - at least, without the two siblings she had before she disappeared. Remember that baby her parents had under the assumption their older children were all dead? That kid grew up and had a pretty standard That Town life, marrying relatively young, having kids, and then having grandkids - two boys and a girl. Grandkids who, for no apparent reason, Great-Aunt Elin invites to her mansion for the summer vacation.

Obviously they go, great opportunity to suck up to their rich auntie and all, but they learn more and more about the old mystery of what happened to her and their other aunt and uncle all those decades ago. Including how this mansion is built practically on top of the spot where Elinor was found wandering around mute all those years earlier. The youngest, who is the family cynic, feels like he and his brother and sister are being manipulated somehow, but his brother is a daydreamer perfectly happy to believe life works like a storybook and their sister is too practical to believe in silly things like ghost stories and conspiracies. So on they go until one day, they fall through a hole in reality somehow and find themselves not in the cave they were daring each other to explore a minute earlier, but instead surrounded by guys on horses, who immediately all fall to their knees and start thanking the gods for sending them.

They are all pop culture savvy and cynical enough to worry for a moment that they are about to become human sacrifices, but that, the leader of the men explains, isn’t the case at all. He is named Harald, and his father is the current ruler of the land. Harry here, however, will not succeed his elderly father on the throne, because that’s just not how it is done here. Instead, every generation, the gods send a triumvirate of new rulers from another world just before the last of the old regime dies. Usually, these are sibling sets, and usually there is a pattern - just as these kids are a sister and two brothers, Harry’s father, when he was teleported here as a boy, was a brother with two sisters. However, Harry’s aunt Sylvia is dead, and his other aunt apparently died unusually young, and the whole kingdom had been getting…nervous…as time went on with no successors appearing at the ancient site where successors always appear. Harry’s father had made the unorthodox choice, in the absence of his second sister, to treat his wife (even having a formal one made him somewhat unusual) as the second queen in all but name, and the people were getting worried that if the old man died, Harry’s mother might try to establish a traditional, father-to-son succession, which the people think would bring down the wrath of their gods.

Our modern protagonists think this all sounds insane and absurd (even the daydreamer, a little, even though he’s the most willing to be convinced), but they figure they have no better options right now than playing along, since these guys all have weapons and the three of them have a distinct lack of weapons. So they are taken to meet the current king, who is a seemingly very normal old man who tells them that he’s sorry for them because this job sucks, but he’s kind of relieved that their arrival means he can die in a few years, once they have the basics of ruler ship down, and be done with it all. Maybe even see his own family from his old world in the afterlife. He misses his parents still, not to mention his two sisters, so dying has its advantages from his point of view.

Cue a disturbance as someone else shows up - specifically, the kids’ Great-Aunt Elin. Who greets the king by name, then demands to know where he’s hiding her sister. This is because the king is, well…her little brother. The one who disappeared along with her, but who didn’t come back. He’s these kids’ long-lost great-uncle, and while the other sister-queen did really die recently here in this alternate reality, the other sister didn’t. She was Elinor all along, somehow yeeted back into her home dimension years earlier and now back, trying to rescue her niece and nephews.

And that’s as far as I got with it.

[talesofourworlds]

Oh, crap, he was losing its focus. Jay could see the robot starting to move, and he quickly got back to standing and readied himself to move. Apparently Margo had much the same idea, because the next thing he knew the brunette had thrown herself at the robot with her jacket acting as a shield. He only watched the display for a few short moments before working out what he needed to do. She was doing everything in her power to pin the thing's drill arm to its side, but that wouldn't stop it for long if the way its drill was doing was any indication.

"On it!" Jay rushed forward to do just that, relieved that the robot's drill wouldn't be coming his way but also wanting to move fast enough to make sure Margo didn't have to stay like that for too long. He got to the cables and gathered them up, though found himself jerked around a bit as the robot started to try and free itself. Not a lot of time, then. He had to make the most of this.

With cables successfully gathered, he started to use them as instructed. Tying the thing up did prove difficult still, as the robot still was trying to jerk free from Margo's hold, but Jay was just as stubborn. He grit his teeth and pushed his weight against the robot while continuing to tie.

"You can't... just do... whatever the hell you want... you stupid... technology... bandit!"

One last hard tug of the cables was given, and the robot found itself tied up as tight as could be. Jay's breaths came out in rapid puffs, and he allowed himself to bring his hands to his knees to relax a little. He only allowed himself a moment, though. Once it passed, Jay went to Margo and looked her over.

"That looks like it ought to hold it," Jay told her. "But are you all right?"

"No injuries, I hope? I apologize I couldn't distract it for longer than I did, but at least we were able to bring this stupid bandit down." Should he really have been insulting the robot that had caused the whole problem in the first place? Maybe not. That just was who the robot was going to be now, at least to Jay. A technology bandit. Huh. Maybe Bandit would have been a good name... no, never mind. It wasn't his device.

Now the real question, of course, was how they were going to get the thing out of the tech lab before anyone got to them. If Mr. Raynard wasn't too stunned to really do anything, he likely would be coming sooner or later to see what in the world was going on. If he did, then Jay would have to fulfill his promise to explain things. Margo could help with that, but still... it was a mess of a situation. And this was all assuming that his family hadn't been called in.

Judging from the sound of footsteps fast approaching, though, Jay had his answer. He tensed, turning toward the door just in time to see Will come in with one of the the science teachers not far behind. He was fully prepared for trouble.

"There you two are," Mr. Raynard said. "I heard the commotion and... huh?"

Jay found himself surprised that the history teacher was... well, surprised. Whatever he'd been imagining, it apparently wasn't this. Jay glanced at Margo, then back to the teacher in question.

"If you'll just give us a chance to explain, Mr. Raynard," Jay said, "I promise you there was no ill intent from either of us. Nor was this an attempt on either of our parts to take anything belonging to the school. All of this was an effort to prevent theft." He'd allow Margo to fill in as she felt necessary. After all, the stupid robot bandit in question was her father's. She could explain as little or as much as she thought was important.

Hardly daring to breathe, Margo took a careful step to the left. Then another. The machine's camera eye didn't follow her, fixed as it was on Jay... likely because he'd been the one to challenge it directly, the brunette supposed. Until or unless she drew attention to herself, it probably wouldn't flag her as a threat.

Probably being the key world here.

Once out of the robot's visual range, and as Jay launched into an acrobatics display to keep the thing's attention firmly on him, Margo ran a hand around her collar as she considered her options. She had to grab this thing... but what could she possibly use to do so? Sure, there were some boxes of school equipment around and on nearby shelves... but not only were they full, and she didn't think anyone would be happy with her if she emptied them out all over the floor (plus the clatter of doing so could draw the robot's attention, rendering Jay's diversion useless), but who was she fooling if she thought it would hold something that could drill its way through solid rock?

Maybe though... if there was something she could tie it up with or bundle it up in, pin its drilling arms where it couldn't use them...?

After a moment's more thought, Margo shrugged off her school jacket. She was probably sacrificing the garment, she knew; but it would be worth it if this actually worked. And if it didn't...

Well, she'd have way more to worry about than a ruined jacket.

She took a breath, trying to still her nerves. Another. Then one more.

The machine's attention seemed to be turning away from Jay, apparently deciding that his display was no threat. Its cables still slurped up files from the ruined computer greedily, but it seemed like it was starting to consider its next target--

Now or never, Margo!

She wanted to yell to build up her courage as she raced forward, but knew that would be a terrible idea. Rather, she bit her lip to stop any sound escaping as she lunged for the robot, holding her jacket outstretched in front of her like a shield. The thing registered her coming, swivelled to face her--

By then Margo was on top of it. She threw her jacket around the machine as if it were a blanket and didn't stop, slamming the thing off its treaded feet and landing on top of it herself, fighting to smother it with the item of clothing. Its drill was pinned, where it spun helplessly and shredded the jacket's inner lining but she pressed all her weight on its limb to keep it restrained. So far so good--

But the thing wasn't out yet. Releasing its cables from the computer's depth it whipped them back in the direction of its attacker. Too late Margo saw them coming and their USB-plug tips lashed her face; she winced back with a cry as they found their mark, and an ugly crack sounded out as one of them struck the lens of her glasses.

"Jay! Grab its own cables and tie it up with them - hurry!"

She was making up the plan as she went at this point, but it wasn't like she could do anything else right now... it was taking all her strength to keep the robot's drill arm pinned to its side. But if Jay could jump in here...

And the sooner he did, the less chance the thing would have to weaponise its cables against her again, at the very least.

[helliontherapscallion]

Safe

Pairing: SBI family x reader (platonic, one shot), BASED OFF FROM CHARACTERS NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE

Warnings: child abuse/neglect, bullying, alcoholism, death of a parent, mentions of panic attacks, injury, mentions of a dog’s death, mentions of eating disorders, mentions of suicide attempts, depression

Word count: 7,730

(A/N): if you’re not feeling safe at home or are being abused, please contact the proper authorities. Here’s the abuse hotline: 1-800-799-7233, my DMs are always open if you want to talk 

You met Tommy and Tubbo when you were in third grade. You were a relatively quiet kid, the type to always keep to themselves and abstain from social activity. Mrs. Jansen, being the nice woman that she was, let the entire class choose their own seats.

“Welcome to your first day of third grade, class! I’m Mrs. Jansen and I look forward to getting to know all of you. As you can see, there are enough desks for all of you. You may sit with who you want.”

You shifted around uneasily and gripped your book in your hands as your classmates hurried to get the back seats. After every seat was taken, you walked to the only seat left in the front. You were between a girl and a boy. They introduced themselves as Dorothy and Samuel, and were relatively kind to you. 

As the class passed their second week, two boys that sat in the back row made themselves apparent very quickly. They were both rambunctious, always disrupting the class with their giggles and whispers. Mrs. Jansen had warned them multiple times that she was going to separate them, but it seemed that they didn’t think she’d do it. One day, she finally had enough.

“Tommy, Tubbo. I’ve given you plenty of warnings, I’m going to have to separate you. Dorothy, Samuel, can you please switch places with them?”

You could feel dread wash over you. Why was she putting you between them?! What did you do wrong to deserve this? You could swear that you’ve done all your chores, you even made your mom smile at you! She never did that. 

They pouted as they sat next to you, Tommy on your right and Tubbo on your left. You already missed Samuel and Dorothy. “Thank you. (Y/n), make sure they behave.”

You shrunk down into your seat as you felt Tommy’s glare burning holes into the side of your head. Tubbo, on the other hand, was watching the lesson with bored eyes and  his chin propped up in his hand. You tried to take notes, but you kept getting distracted by Tommy’s heated glare. You were going to fall behind, you couldn’t have that. Mama wouldn’t like that. 

After the final bell rang, you hurried out of the classroom to avoid Tommy’s wrath. You could hear him shouting for you to stop, but you never stopped until your hand was grabbed and yanked backwards in the empty playground. You fell back onto the pavement of the basketball court and whimpered at the sting in your palms. 

Tommy glared down at you, “you gonna cry? Serves you right. Never tell on Tubbo and I. Got it?”

You tearfully nodded and he grinned maliciously at you, “good. Tubbo, let’s go. Wil and Tech’s probably waiting for us.”

The brunet was staring at Tommy with a shocked expression, unmoving. Tommy rolled his eyes and huffed before he grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the crowd of families. Tubbo looked back at you with an apologetic expression and watched as you looked at your scratched up palms. 

You wiped at your tears as you stood up and started to walk home. Your neighbor’s dog behind the wired fence barked at you as you hurried past it. You never liked that dog; it was a drooling, angry, ugly furball. It scared you, but not as much as Mama did when she drank her adult juice. She was scary when she drank it. You tried hiding it from her once but she grounded you from eating dinner and snacks for half a month. You didn’t try to hide it again. 

You trudged up the creaky wooden stairs of your porch and tried to open the door only to find it locked. You tried to knock on the door but Mama didn’t answer so you just sat on the front porch waiting for her to open the door. She did so when the sun was setting, surprise and then anger shining through her hazy eyes. She yelled at you before she sent you to your room for the night without dinner.

The next day when you were sitting alone at a lunch table, someone plopped down in the seat next to you. You jumped and scooted away from them, looking up only to see Tubbo. He was smiling at you.

“Hey, I’m really sorry about Tommy, he gets mad easily.”

You eyed him warily and clutched your open book, “...it’s okay.”

He grinned and scooted closer to you, peering over your shoulder at the book. “What’re you reading?”

“‘Harry Potter’.”

“Oh I love that book! My favorite character’s Ron, who’s yours?”

Surprisingly, the conversation was pleasant before he was dragged away by a glaring Tommy. You might actually make a friend after all. Later that day after school, Tommy once again stopped you in the school yard. This time, he shoved you to the ground and started to shout at you. 

“You do not talk to him, freak! You’re gonna mess him up, he talks to me and me only. Do you unde-undastunend?”

You gulped and shakily spoke up, “yes, and it’s ‘understand’, not ‘undastunend’.”

His glare intensified before he reared back a fist. You yelped as you curled into a ball with your hands protecting your head. Before he could hit you, you heard the stomping of shoes against the concrete.

“TOMMY STOP.”

You could feel a hand on your back and a gentle voice asking if you were alright. You hesitated before you looked up to see an older boy with a mop of curly brown hair on his head and wire glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He reminded you of Harry Potter. Looking past him, you saw a tall pink haired boy glaring and lecturing Tommy, holding the struggling boy in place with a firm grip on his elbow. Tubbo was just behind him looking down and shifting on the balls of his feet.

“I am so sorry about Tommy, are you alright? He didn’t hit you did he?”

You shook your head and the boy heaved a sigh of relief, “that’s good. I’m Wilbur and that’s Technoblade, we’re Tommy and Tubbo’s brothers. What’s your name?”

“(Y/n).”

He smiled at you, “that’s a lovely name.”

“Wilbur, let’s go. This one,” Technoblade shook Tommy’s arm, “needs to talk to Dad.”

You watched as Tommy’s movements stopped and he looked up with wide eyes. “No, please don’t tell Dad. Please-��� 

Wilbur stood and helped you up before grabbing Tubbo’s hand and lead him away, “you aren’t weaseling your way out of this.”

You watched the brothers leave, feeling guilt wash over you. You didn’t want to get him in trouble, punishments were the absolute worst. Even though he shoved you and almost punched you, he didn’t deserve any punishment. With guilt weighing down on your shoulders, you walked home. At least Mama was in a good mood, she made you some mac n cheese for dinner. 

The next day, Tommy trudged up to your desk and put a tupperware dish on your desk before sitting down in his seat and ignored you. Tubbo sat in his seat next to you and smiled at you.

“Open it,” he jumped in his seat slightly as he watched your expression change to shock. In the container laid five chocolate chip cookies. You had only had cookies once in your life and that was during a class birthday celebration a year ago. “They’re our Dad’s secret recipe, I helped make them! Um, Tommy wanted to apologize to you.”

You glanced at Tommy. He was glancing at you over his shoulder and blushed a bright red when he saw you looking at him. Tubbo cleared his throat and gestured at Tommy. The blond crossed his arms and looked off to the side. “Sorry,” he mumbled halfheartedly. 

After that, they started to sit next to you during lunch. Tommy was a bit cold towards you, but you found yourself beginning to relax around Tubbo’s friendly aura. Soon enough, you started to supply him with more than a few words per sentence. Tommy eventually got bored of eating in silence and would join your conversation. You three became thick as thieves that year, you even met their Dad. He was very different from Mama; he never yelled at you, he was always giving you snacks, and he even smiled at you often. 

That house became like a second home to you. Eventually, you ended up spending more time at the Minecraft residence than you spent at home with your mom. Over the years, she got worse with her drinking. She was always passed out on the couch and when she wasn’t, she was swaying on her feet in the kitchen staring at a portrait with dazed, wistful eyes. You can remember when you first realized that she had a problem and always being unhappy and drunk was, in fact, not normal for a parent. 

It was a warm spring day in seventh grade. Luckily, you had your health class with Tommy and Tubbo. You were currently learning about alcohol dependency and the effects it had on the body. The teacher listed all the symptoms your mom had; the uncontrollable urge to drink, the aggression, the shakiness and dizziness, everything. When you came to the realization that your mother might have a problem, the teacher started to explain the disorders and diseases that could come from heavy drinking, most of them having the potential to be fatal if the drinking persisted. You felt like you were drenched in icy water as your body seized up in fear for your mother. You stared unseeingly at your notebook at the symptoms of alcoholism and associated disorders. You didn’t want your mom to die. You had to do something before it was too late for her.

“(Y/n)?” You jumped and looked at the person who called your name. Tommy and Tubbo were giving you worried stares. “Are you okay?”

You shakily started to put your supplies away into your backpack. The class had been dismissed and you didn’t even realize it. “Y-yeah. It’s just- I’m worried.”

“Yeah, I’m worried too,” Tommy laughed as you followed the two out of the classroom and to the courtyard. “That essay’s gonna be awful.”

“Oh god we have an essay?”

“Yeah, Mr. Smithers assigned it to us before the bell rang, are you sure you’re okay? You’re usually on top of this stuff.” Tubbo threw a worried glance towards you.

“Yeah, just a bit distracted today. I uh, have to go home. Like right now, my mom wants me home right after school today.”

You sprinted off towards your house. When you reached your neighborhood and ran past the wired fence. The bulldog that lived there was now old and gray. You found out that his name was Buster and he was actually a total sweetheart if you slept next to him on the other side of the fence on more than one occasion. Buster watched from inside his doghouse as you sprinted into the house. Luckily for you, the door was unlocked and your mother was passed out on the couch surrounded by glass bottles. You locked the door behind you as you rushed over to her intensely watching for any sign of movement. She looked dead, her skin was pale, her hair matted, and her mouth gaping open showing off her yellow stained teeth. She wasn’t moving, were you too late?

Just as you started to panic, she snorted and started to breathe. You slumped in relief as you stepped over the beer bottles into the kitchen. The table was sparkly clean with a pristine picture frame resting in the middle, a stark contrast of the beer bottles that littered the floor and the piles of dirty dishes in the sink. It was of a man standing stiffly in a military uniform saluting at the camera with a stern expression. He was an exact copy of you. Well, you were an exact copy of him; that man was your late father.

“Hey Dad, how was your day? Mine was awful, I learned about alcoholism and cirrhosis today and- and I’m worried about Mom. She’s been drinking a lot lately.”

You stared at your dad’s face behind the glass as if expecting a response. You wanted some reassurance from the man. You wanted him to tell you everything was going to be okay and that he’d handle it so you could be a normal kid. Like usual, his steely expression didn’t budge one bit. 

You sighed to yourself sadly and trudged to the refrigerator opening the door. The beer bottles stared back at you tauntingly. Your fingers twitched on the fridge door as you contemplated the consequences of throwing away the offending glass bottles. You remembered in second grade when you hid your mother’s alcohol she punished you by withholding food from you. She’d probably do worse this time, but the consequences were worth it if you were going to save your mother’s life. 

It took you ten minutes of tossing alcohol into the garbage can until the fridge was left barren of the drink. Without the green bottles, the fridge was completely empty with the exception of milk and a few probably rotten eggs. You struggled to take the trash out to the curb and started to work on homework in your room. 

At seven at night, you could hear her roll off the couch and stumble into the kitchen. A series of frantic rustling and banging sounded downstairs before you could hear pounding footsteps storm up the stairs. Your door flung open to reveal your red-faced, livid mother. 

“What the fuck did you do?”

“M-mom I hid them because we learned about alcoholism and cirrhosis and-” You cut yourself off when she walked over to you with her arms extended towards your trembling frame. You tried to scoot as far away from her as possible, but she grabbed your shoulders with clammy but firm hands, shaking you roughly.

“Are you saying I have a problem?! You spoiled fucking brat, you’re the problem! Everything was amazing before you came and fucked up my life. You took him away from me. YOU FUCKING KILLED MY HUSBAND.”

You could feel tears start to drip down your cheeks as you remembered that day in first grade when you begged your dad to get you some McDonalds for dinner. When he relented, you cheered and your mom laughed at your excitement. She was so full of life back then; her hair was shiny and bouncy, her skin was unmarked and flawless, her eyes were lively and bright. Her laughter was perhaps your favorite memory of her. Then everything went to shit when your dad never came home and your mom got a phone call saying that your dad was killed in a car wreck on impact. You could remember your mother’s heart wrenching sobs as she collapsed to the floor and pulled you tight against her body. As if she was trying to protect what was left of her husband.

You were snapped back to reality when your mom shoved you back onto your bed. The happy, beautiful woman that you saw was replaced by the shell of a broken woman. Her silky hair turned dull, her smile turned into a grotesque scowl, her loving eyes turned cold. She truly was a husk of her former self. 

“Stop crying, you’re not the one who’s life was ruined. I want you out of my house in ten minutes. You’re gonna not step foot anywhere near here for two weeks. If I even see you on my property before those two weeks are up, you’re fucking dead.”

You frantically nodded and watched as she stumbled out of her room. You packed what you would need in your spare backpack and ran out of the house past your mother sobbing and babbling incoherently to your dad. You flinched when you could hear a bang and the sound of glass shattering when she threw a bottle at your retreating figure. 

You ran until you couldn’t run anymore. Your legs brought you to the park where you spent most of your childhood. Everywhere you looked, you could see glimpses of your mom and dad pushing you on the swing, Tommy and Tubbo running from you playing tag, Mr. Minecraft putting a bandaid on your scraped knee. Tears streaked down your cheeks as you pushed yourself up and went to your safe place. It was a little nook deep in the vegetation where nobody could see you. You originally found this place when you were playing hide and seek with Tommy and Tubbo. They never knew where you hid.

Tears moistened the soil underneath you as you pulled out a blanket you had hid in a plastic grocery bag and spread it out on the floor. You curled up on it and cried freely into your hands. You didn’t sleep much that night. 

That was the first time she had kicked you out for that long. You barely ate in those two weeks, wolfing down any food you could get your hands on at lunch. Lunch for you was the small scraps of food that Tommy and Tubbo shared with you. Mom never packed you lunches or gave you money to buy things anymore. To make matters worse, they had told their dad that they thought you had some form of eating disorder. 

About a week into your exile, you finally visited the Minecraft residence after avoiding them for a week. You remembered how the blond man pulled you aside into the kitchen. He gently sat you down and pushed a plate full of chicken and vegetables in front of you. You looked at him confused as he gestured towards the plate.

“Eat that, I heard you haven’t been eating much lately.” When you made no move to eat, he smiled at you. “Go ahead, it’s okay if you don’t eat it all. Just eat some of it.”

That was all you needed to hear, you began to eat quickly like a starving wolf. It’s been a while since you had more than half an apple to eat, let alone an actual homemade meal. When you were done, you looked up to see the older man looking at you worriedly. 

“...Are you not getting enough food at home?”

You scrambled to find a lie, “my- my mom is away a lot on business trips. We don’t really eat much.”

His worried expression grew tenfold as he moved to kneel in front of you and put his hands on your shoulders. “You need to eat three meals a day, especially now that you’re growing. You’re always welcome here when your mom’s away, our door’s always open. Is she away now?”

“Yeah, she won’t be home until next week.” You felt bad for lying to the man that put bandaids on your scraped knees and took you to the father daughter dance in fifth grade when he heard that your dad was dead. He was always so kind to you, which you never quite understood. Despite feeling bad for lying to him, you felt incredibly relieved that you didn’t have to be alone anymore. 

From then on out whenever she kicked you out, you went to the Minecraft residence. They welcomed you with open arms and treated you like you were a part of the family. You and Techno bonded over your love for reading and mythology, Wilbur made sure you took care of yourself, and Philza (he told you to just call him Phil at that point) treated you like his own child. You didn’t think that it was possible for you, Tommy, and Tubbo to be any closer than you already were, but you three became inseparable. You told them everything one night when you couldn’t sleep. You told them how you felt like you were the cause of your mother’s decline and your dad’s death, how she would usually punish you, her ‘hobby’. They were about to tell Philza, but you begged them not to. After a while of pleading and assuring them that she’d never hit you, they hesitantly agreed and made you promise to call them whenever you felt unsafe in your home. 

You kept to that promise, calling them whenever she would get too drunk to know what she was doing. They would calm you down from panic attacks late at night and invite you to their house in the daytime. They felt like your actual brothers and you started to refer to them as such. You three gave each other a shoulder to lean on and gave each other comfort when needed. One night when you were in your freshman year, however, your mother caught you sneaking out to see them after she sent you to your room. That was when she started to hit you.

Just as you were about to sneak out the front door, your mother started to scream at you incoherently. When you flinched away from when she got up in your face, she became even more enraged. 

“WHERE WERE YOU GOING? I BET YOU’RE WHORING YOURSELF OUT, AREN’T YOU LITTLE SLUT?”

Without thinking, you yelled back at her, “I would never! Why-” You were cut off by a harsh slap to the cheek sending you to the ground. She quieted down and stared at you and her hand, a glint of shock shining through her dazed eyes. Without a word, she turned around and left to go talk to your dad. You sat there listening to her rant about how she failed as a mother, how she wanted to do better but she didn’t know how, how she wished that he was there with her. You scrambled up and ran to your room. You looked at yourself in the mirror, there was a bright red mark on your cheek in the shape of a hand. There was a small cut where her wedding ring connected with your cheek. A single drop of blood dripped down your cheek and curved down the dip of your chin before dripping onto your shirt. Without doing anything else, you plopped down onto your bed and sobbed into your pillow, crying yourself to sleep.

When you woke up in the morning, you realized that you slept through half of the school day so it was useless to go to school now. You reached up to run a hand down your face only to hiss and pull your hand away. You once again looked at yourself in the mirror.

You looked terrible. Your eyes were bloodshot and swollen like you were crying in your sleep. Hair was sticking up in all directions and matted slightly. The slap mark was gone, but the cut had bruising around the edges with dried blood crusted on your cheek and on your pillow. It was a small cut, but it bled a surprising amount overnight. You couldn’t see Tommy or Tubbo like this, they’d flip out. Luckily for you it was a Friday and you had the weekend to heal. 

Your mother gradually started to hit you more and more. It started off as a once-a-week thing whenever she was really angry, but then it divulged into something that would happen daily over the smallest things. You became her punching bag for her to release some steam. Makeup became your best friend at that point; you used what little savings you saved over the years for dollar store makeup.

Soon after it became a struggle to hide the cuts and bruises from Tommy and Tubbo, so you gradually started to avoid them. Your face, once synonymous with the Minecraft residence and Tommy and Tubbo, became a rarity. They tried their hardest to contact you, but you always dodged their calls. After a few months of you dodging Tommy and Tubbo, you finally told them that you didn’t want to be friends with them anymore. 

It broke your heart to say it, but it had to be done. They were getting too close to the truth and you couldn’t have that; the government would take you away from your mom and she’d end up dead. You were the only one keeping her alive at this point, she lost all motivation to eat. The only thing she did nowadays was hit you, drink, and hug your dad’s photo to her chest. 

The beatings got to the point where you could barely walk without feeling pain. School became something that you’d rarely attend. Tommy and Tubbo stopped trying to talk to and call you. Buster, your previous confidant, had long since died so you were truly alone in the world. The neighbor’s yard looked barren without the dog house and the graying dog. The only person you had left was your mom. 

When you had accidentally burnt dinner late at night, she completely snapped. She grabbed your arm and held it on top of the burner. Pain hit you immediately as you screamed and cried apologies to her. When you instinctively hit her with your other hand, she dug her nails into your arm and pushed your arm closer onto the burner. Nerve endings screamed at you to get away from the pain. The pain was becoming too much, so you looked on the countertop next to you for something to defend yourself with. A metal fork was lying close to your other hand. 

You grabbed it and, with a distraught apology to your mother, drove the prongs deep into her arm. She screamed in pain and let your arm go. You ripped yourself out of her grasp and started to run for the front door. A force collided with the back of your shoulder making pain explode in the area. You didn’t know what happened at first, but after hearing the shattering of glass, you realized that she threw a beer bottle at you. You could feel the sting of alcohol and glass mingling with your open wounds on your shoulder. The sting was almost as bad as your arm, but you didn’t stop running especially when you glanced behind you to see her running at you with a knife raised and the fork protruding from her arm.

You flung open the door and sprinted out without bothering to close the door behind you. As your bare feet hit the sidewalk, you could hear your mother stop at the end of the stairs and shout at you to come back. You never stopped.

You didn’t stop until your feet took you to the Minecraft residence’s front door. Nobody was on the street as it was about eleven at night. You hesitated to knock on their door, you ignored the family for the past six months, and you weren’t sure if they even wanted you there. After five minutes of thinking, you just sighed as you walked back down the wooden stairs and walked back towards the sidewalk.

“(Y/n), what are you doing here?” You froze up at Tommy’s sleep riddled voice. You stayed frozen as you heard him stomp over to you. He placed a firm hand on your injured shoulder and forced you to turn around. His angry expression faded into a concerned one when he heard you start to sob and flinch away from him. 

“Wha- shit are you bleeding?” You nodded slightly and he gently turned you back around to see a patch of darkened cloth on your shirt. You could feel him shaking as he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the house. He plopped you at the dining room table and told you to wait there. With that, he sprinted up the stairs and brought back a serious Philza holding a first aid kit. 

When he saw you bruised and battered, you could hear him take in a sharp intake of breath and saw unbridled anger flash across his face. You flinched away from him when he approached you. 

“Hey,” he said in a gentle voice, “I won’t hurt you. Can you show me where you’re hurt?” 

You eyed him warily like a scared wild animal and reluctantly moved your burned arm away from your chest and showed it to him. This was the first time you saw your forearm; it was an ugly red that expanded up the majority of the underside of your forearm with skin burned off at the edges. Yellow, fluid-filled blisters were starting to form. 

You could hear Tommy’s horrified gasp as he turned to run out of the room. You kept your gaze downwards as Philza warned you that he was about to put disinfectant on your wound. He apologized to you when you whimpered in pain at the sting of the alcohol on your exposed nerves. After he was finished wrapping your arm, he asked you to show him where else you’re injured. You turned around so he could see the growing patch of blood staining your now ripped shirt. You could feel him gently move your shirt to the side and heard him wince. 

“Shit, there’s glass in here. I’m going to have to get some tweezers to get it out. Stay here, I’ll be right back.” You were then alone in the kitchen for a moment before he came back with a worried Wilbur and Techno in tow. The brunet pulled up a chair next to you and asked if it was alright to hold your hand. After you hesitantly nodded, he grabbed your hand and started to run his thumb over your knuckles. Techno held a light close to your shoulder as Philza started to tweeze out the green tinted glass from your shoulder. 

Every time you would suck in air through your teeth and muffle your yelps with your other hand, Wilbur would whisper reassurances to you and hold your hand tighter. After the glass was out, the wound was disinfected, and wrapped in gauze, Philza told the boys to leave the room. He grabbed both of your hands and gave you the best reassuring smile that he could.

“Tell me what happened.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you felt tears well up in your eyes, “I tried Phil, I really did. She never got better no matter what I did.”

“What do you mean, are you talking about your mom?” You could hear the angry undertone of his voice. You tensed up and nodded.

“She… she needs help. She was never the same after Dad died, she started drinking. It started off with only one beer a day, but after seventh grade she was going through an entire case in a day. She’d punish me if I said or did anything about it. No dinner for a week was a popular one until she started to ban me from the house for weeks on end. She never went on business trips, Phil. She got a knife today. I-I thought she was actually gonna kill me this time, I was so scared.”

Without another word, he pulled you into a tight hug, letting you sob freely into his shoulder. “It was my fault, I couldn’t help her! She- she needed me and I couldn’t help her.” You said between sobs. He hugged you tighter and started to rub your back, making sure to avoid your shoulder. “None of this is your fault, you can’t help someone if they don’t want help. Sometimes you can’t fix someone who’s too far gone.”

“Am I too far gone?”

“No, you aren’t. We’ll help you through this, we won’t let anybody hurt you ever again. You’re gonna go on to live a good life.” You passed out in his arms after a while of crying. 

When you woke up, you were in Tommy and Tubbo’s room. The two boys jumped to your side and pulled you into a tight group hug. After you tried to apologize to them for how you treated them in the past six months, they shushed you and just sat there in silence hugging you. 

Later that day you found out that your mother was found by your neighbor on the front porch with her wrists slit and empty beer bottles surrounding her. She was breathing, but just barely. Currently she was in an unstable condition in the hospital. You had a full breakdown when you found out that she almost killed herself because of you. You had run out of the house and to your safe place in the park. You hadn’t been there in a few years, so you hoped that it was still there. 

Sure enough, it was still there albeit a bit overgrown. The blanket in the plastic bag was in the same place where you left it. You had no idea how long you were sitting there crying and having a panic attack, but when you came to your senses it was dark outside. You could hear crickets chirping and the rustling of leaves in the entrance of your hideout.

A brunet head poked itself in and smiled when he saw you. Tubbo fully came into the nook and gestured for someone to follow. Tommy’s blond hair made itself apparent before he joined you two inside.

“Nice little place you have here. It’s… homey.” Tubbo rubbed his hands together and blew warm air on them. You threw one side of the blanket at him and pulled your knees up to your chest. “Thanks, I used to sleep here sometimes… How’d you find me?”

“We could hear you,” Tommy pulled out his phone and typed something on it before pocketing it and sitting next to you. He covered himself with the blanket as Tubbo followed suit. You sat in silence before Tommy broke it. 

“How long has she been hittin you?”

“Tommy!” Tubbo scolded him.

“She started about six months ago.”

“Six months ago… that was when you cancelled plans! I knew something was wrong Tubbo.”

Tubbo said nothing as he looked at you with a helpless expression. Just as he was about to open his mouth, you interrupted him. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine. Everything’s my fault. I’m the reason my mom’s in the hospital right now fighting for her life. I wasn’t there for her.” You would’ve started crying if it weren’t for the fact that you just felt so drained and numb.

“The fuck do you mean? She was about to kill you! You told us that she was about to stab you, what else were you supposed to do, just let her kill you?!” Tommy exclaimed.

You shrugged, “maybe. If she did she’d be happy, I was just a burden to her. I- I just wanted her to be happy and I would never be able to do that as long as I’m alive. If she killed me she wouldn’t be in the hospital right now.”

“What the fuck (y/n),” Tubbo shouted, startling you. He never shouts, let alone swears. “How could you even say that? I don’t know what I’d do without you, everything would be so boring and nothing would be the same without you. Fuck her happiness, she’s a wretched woman if the only way she can be happy is when you’re dead. Fuck her.”

You and Tommy stared at the seething boy in shock. He never shouted when he was angry, he only did that once when he found out that Tommy was being bullied. Whenever he sweared, that’s when you knew his emotions were hitting him at full force. Tommy quickly recovered from his shock to join him, “yeah fuck her, man! She can go suck a dick.” He was interrupted by his phone buzzing.

“Dad’s here, c’mon he’s worried sick about you.” After they helped you out of your safe place, they both wrapped an arm around your shoulders and walked you to the parking lot. You could see the headlights of the lone car in the lot turn off before the door swung open and a figure rushed towards you. You pushed yourself behind Tommy and Tubbo and hid behind them fearfully. They both turned around and put a hand on your shoulders. “It’s okay, it’s our dad.”

You peeked over their shoulders and saw a mop of disheveled, long blond hair. Philza looked like he was just told that there was an antidote for a fatal poison he just ingested, despite the flash of hurt that showed on his face. His blue eyes were accentuated by the redness of his sclera and you can see the relief painted in them. A gentle smile was on his face as he moved his arms up. Without another word, you launched yourself at him and pulled him into the tightest hug you could manage with your shoulder.

“Are your accusations true, Mx. (L/n)?” 

Your gaze flickered over to your mother sitting on the other side of the courtroom. She looked at you with no expression on her face. Her wrists were wrapped tightly in a white bandage that was a stark contrast to the bright orange prison uniform and the silver of the handcuffs. She wasn’t the woman you knew when your dad was alive. The life was sucked out of her the second she picked up that phone call.

You looked back at the lawyer, “yes sir.”

“I have no further questions, your honor.”

“You may return to your seat, Mx. (L/N).”

You stood up and walked as confidently as you could past the dull eyes of your mother and back to your seat between Tommy and Tubbo. You held their hands tightly as the trial moved onwards. Buster’s owner even stepped up to the witness stand to give his testimony. Apparently he knew about the abuse from your late night conversations with Buster. He had contacted CPS and the police multiple times but the case was always dropped for some reason that you couldn’t bring yourself to ponder. A few of your previous teachers even showed up to give their testimonies. Their words, though true and slightly sweet, rubbed you the wrong way. If they ‘knew something was happening at home with you’, then why didn’t they do anything when it was happening? You tried to focus on the rest of the trial. 

Your mother’s only witness was herself, and she did a piss poor job at it. She was basically digging her own grave with every word that came out of her mouth. The entire time, she was staring at you with her infamous dull eyes. 

“Do you have any further points you would like to add, Mrs. (L/n)?”

“Yes, I have always loved my child. They were my husband’s pride and joy, the splitting image of him. Their rightful place is safe with their real parent at our home.”

You could feel Tommy attempt to stand up, but you pulled him back down; now was not the time for him to start yelling in anger. Tubbo squeezed your hand in reassurance and glanced at you. You were staring at the woman you called your mother with pain and hate filled eyes. You wished her words were sincere, but you knew fully well that they weren’t. The words that left her mouth would’ve been one hundred percent true  and genuine when your dad was still alive, but he’s buried six feet under in a military cemetary now and he has been for years. You would’ve given anything, even your own life, for those words to be true a month ago, but you knew better now. Mothers don’t treat their kids like this, they’re supposed to give their children their unconditional love and take care of them. As far as you were concerned, she was no longer your mother. She forfeited that title the second she turned to the bottle. Philza is and will always be more of a parental figure than she’ll ever be. 

After the jury left to discuss, the court was in a recess. You slipped out of the room and speed walked to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror. You could see heavy eye bags under your dull eyes. The dullness of your eyes, to your horror, reminded you of your mother, so you splashed your face with water. That fixed it, your eyes were slightly brighter. You could still see the faint outline of the scar on your cheek from when she first hit you. Small scars littered your face from the more recent wounds she gave you before you ran.

A knock sounded at the door, “(y/n), the recess is almost over.” It was Techno.

You patted your face dry and went to leave the bathroom. The pink haired boy that you now saw as your older brother was waiting patiently for you on the other side. He put a gentle hand on your shoulder and led you back to the courtroom. There, the rest of the Minec- no, your family was waiting for you. Just as you reached them, the judge announced that the jurors would be arriving back. The entire courtroom stood as they walked in.

“Have you reached a verdict?” The judge asked.

“We have.”

“Mrs. (L/n) and Mr. Langsburg, would you stand and face the jury? You may read the verdict.”

“We the jury of the state court find the defendant guilty under the charges of child abuse and child neglect.”

Tommy clapped a hand on your shoulder as Tubbo squeezed your hand. They both smiled widely at you. You, however, didn’t acknowledge them. You were only staring at the empty eyes of your mother as she was looking at the jury. Her reaction was akin to her breaking a pencil, like it didn’t matter to her. Like all the years abuse that she put you through didn’t matter was as trivial as breaking a pencil. 

“So say you all?”

“Yes, your honor.” 

“I hereby sentence Mrs. (L/n) to twelve years in the state penitentiary with no opportunity of parole. Mr. Philza Minecraft shall be bestowed the custody of Mx. (Y/n) (l/n) as they do not have any next of kin. Court is adjourned.” With that, she banged the gavel and the courtroom exploded in the bustling of people. You never took your eyes off from your mo- no, the monster with the dull eyes as she picked at something in her nails boredly. Just as she looked up to meet your gaze, Tommy pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you off the ground slightly. You were passed around the family in the courtroom for their individual hugs. Philza’s was comforting, Tubbo’s was congratulatory, Wilbur’s was warm, and Techno’s was slightly awkward, yet soft. 

At home, you spent most of your time in the spare room Philza had given you. He had offered to help you decorate it, but you had no idea where to start. You were never allowed to have decorations in your old room. You kept the room simplistic and your possessions light. 

You often stared at your dad’s portrait on your nightstand wondering what your life could’ve been like if you never asked him for McDonalds that day. Your family probably would’ve been stationed in who knows where and moved around often, as is customary in most military families. You probably would’ve never met Tommy and Tubbo in third grade. You probably would’ve never met your now older brothers and new father. You didn’t want to imagine a life without them. 

After a few days of you being locked up in your room, Tommy and Tubbo came into your room with mischievous grins. You knew them like the back of your hand, so you knew the second you saw their faces that they were about to do something. You sat up and looked at them suspiciously. 

“What are you doing?”

“We’re not doing anything, (y/n). Right Tubbo?”

“Right Tommy.” Tubbo nodded curtly. They still had grins on their faces. They walked over to your bed before they picked you up and walked you out of the room. You didn’t have the energy to fight them, so you laid limp in their arms. They eventually took you down to the living room and plopped you down onto the couch between them. Techno tossed them a blanket when they then used to wrap you tightly into a blanket burrito. The home screen of Disney Plus was pulled up on the TV and the curtains were drawn. Philza and Wilbur exited the kitchen with glasses of water and two big bowls of popcorn.

They smiled widely when they saw you squashed between your brothers, putting a bowl of popcorn in your lap and three glasses of water nearby. The two next to you dug into the popcorn as the rest of the family made themselves comfortable on the couch. 

“What are we doing?”

“Movie night! We’re gonna binge the Marvel movies, your favorite!” Tubbo grinned at you, practically bouncing in his seat.

“Just double checking, the order is Captain America, Captain Marvel, Iron Mans One and Two, Incredible Hulk, Avengers, Thor-”

You cut Wilbur off with a mumbled “first Thor, then the first Avengers movie.”

“Glad I asked then! The timeline would’ve been thrown off.” 

As the movies progressed, you started to finally feel like you belonged as a part of the family. Laughter came easier to you, mingling effortlessly with the family’s laughter. Every time you laughed at a scene, they would give you a smile and laugh alongside you. Eventually after about halfway through Captain America: The Winter Soldier, everyone had fallen asleep on the couch. Soft snores and the quiet sounds of the occasional fight scene filled the room as your eyelids started to close involuntarily. You looked around the room at the rest of your family. They all looked peaceful in their slumber. Tommy and Tubbo’s protective hold of their arms around your shoulders made you feel safe. It was in that moment that you realized that they would never let anyone hurt you ever again. You were a part of an actual, loving family. With that, you let yourself fall asleep into a peaceful slumber surrounded by the people that loved you the most. 

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[redrobin-detective]

Half of

Danny Fenton was half ghost. Or something.

No one was quite sure what that meant exactly or if it was even true. A ghost in a pure white suit had announced it during an attack on the town until he was beaten and silenced by Phantom. It’s been three days since then and the nerd hasn’t been at school. Not that Dash was looking for him or anything.

Dash worried, for just a second, that something bad happened to him. The Guys in White creeps had been asking questions around school the last few days. There’d been a noticeable lack in ghost attacks around town, maybe another ghost got to him? What about his ghost obsessed parents? Surely they wouldn’t have done anything to their own kid...

“Think Danny will be in school today?” Kwan whispered nervously, leaning in close to Dash’s side. Talking too loudly about the elephant, or ghost he guesses, in the room got people very forcefully interviewed by the government. 

“Why the hell would I know?” Dash grumbled, shaking his friend off to shove his hands deep into the pockets of his letterman jacket. “No one knows what’s going on, Manson and Foley haven’t shown up either.”

“I hope they’re ok,” Kwan said quietly, looking down at the floor. 

“Why do you care?” Dash grumbled, harsher than he meant to.

“You and everyone ditched me for Danny when Paulina was dating him, remember? Sam and Tucker were real pals and Danny, well he’s weird but not really that bad.” Kwan said bitterly before his eyebrows twisted in confusion. “That was actually pretty out of character for Paulina to date him now that I think about it, maybe he was, like, using ghost magic to control her?”

“That’s stu-” Dash was interrupted by the usually noise of Casper High going dead silent. He and Kwan shrugged at each other. He saw Star down the hallway, staring at something. He caught her eye and mouthed What is it at her. Her eyes slid back over to the hall before mouthing Fenton back. 

“Shit,” Dash couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, “Fenton’s here.” He glanced over at Kwan, trying to hide his nervousness. “Guess we’ll find out if he’s some sort of ghost freak after all.”

Kwan eyed him for a second, “you know if Danny really is half of a ghost then maybe you’ll want to quit it with the names.” The warning bell rang for first period. “You guys have homeroom together with Lancer, right? Just, I don’t know, don’t make him mad or anything.”

“Man, don’t even joke,” Dash said with a strained smile. “It’s Fenton, what’s the nerd gonna do?”

XxX

Fenton always sat in the back right of the class so seeing him there wasn’t that strange. What was strange was that he was there before the bell rang, not looking sweaty or exhausted or beaten up. Seeing him sitting there with an almost bored expression, casually leaning one arm over the back of his chair. It was eerie, seeing Fenton try to act normal. Dash felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on his head as he stiffly walked by the nerd he usually smacked when he walked by. He thought he felt Fenton’s icy eyes following him as he passed. Dash made sure he didn’t scurry like a wimp to his seat but it was a close thing.

“Class, please stop staring at Mr. Fenton and let us begin,” Lancer sighed, unsuccessfully trying to start the class.

“Do you know the ghost boy?” Paulina asked, slamming her palms on her desk and ignoring their teacher. “Because if you’ve been holding out on me-”

“I mean everyone in Amity Park knows him,” Fenton shrugged. He’d been so chill this morning, like the whole thing wasn’t bothering him. It only made Dash more antsy. He bounced his leg under the desk.

“Can you do anything cool? Like fly or shoot lasers from your eyes?” Mikey asked, leaning forward with curiosity.

“I can do lots of cool things,” Fenton sniffed. “I know a lot about the space program and local astronomy. I draw sometimes and I’m think I’m pretty good. I also have super flexible joints so I can do this.” He grinned a little as everyone squealed when he bent his thumb back so far it nearly touched his wrist. “Of course,” his grin turned into an eye roll, “no one really cares about that only my supposed superpowers.”

“What is a half of, exactly? What that ghost called you?” Dash found himself asking. He almost didn’t want to be heard but Fenton turned to look at him anyways. 

“What do you think it means?” Fenton questioned back. Though he had a teasing smirk, his eyes looked dull and dead. Dash couldn’t look at them and ducked his head. 

“Alright, alright, enough with the questions. The Fenton’s gave Danny a clean bill of health and allowed him to rejoin class so that’s all you kids need to know. Now, back to what we were actually talking about.” Class continued as expected but everyone still snuck glances at Fenton. He’s not sure what they were all waiting for, him to suddenly turn green or sprout horn or whatever. But Fenton just sat there, still as anything, trying to act normal and it just didn’t fit him right and it was all just. Wrong.

XxX

Dash was relieved Fenton wasn’t in his second or third period classes but they did have the same lunchtime. For the first time since he was skinny, bucktoothed 6th grader, Dash wanted to hide away and eat his lunch in private. But Fenton wasn’t the only one trying to keep up appearances.

“Alright, what has everyone got,” Paulina was whispering to the table by the time Dash was sitting down. “The day is halfway over, someone had to have seen him doing something ghostly.”

“I mean we don’t know how long he’s been like this,” Star commented, flipping her hair as pretense to sneak a glance at the loser trio near the back entrance of the cafeteria. “He could’ve been hiding his for a while.”

“Fenton’s always been weird,” Dale commented with a sneer, stabbing at his beefaroni. “Since day one, he’s been jumpy and clumsy and goes through weird mood swings.”

“Maybe he’s never been normal,” Kwan said with a little frown. Now Dash knows this wasn’t true. He was the only one at the table who’d gone to the same middle school as Fenton. The nerd had talked too much about space and was always tripping over something but he’d been like all the other annoying brats in middle school. Dale was onto something, Fenton had changed once high school hit which means whatever is up with him as been going on for a while. Years. 

He suddenly felt eyes on him, a cold, crawling feeling that made his breath catch in his throat. Dash squeezed his eyes shut and breathed a silent sigh of relief as the eyes turned from him. They didn’t return but Dash found he couldn’t eat after that.

XxX

“Dude, did you hear about Fenton?” Victor said in an excited but still hushed whisper as Dash was leaving fifth period. 

“No, what did he do?” Dash asked with dread.

“He had gym last period and apparently he’s been faking his loser weakness. He crawled up the rope climb like a goddamned spider monkey and then slid himself back down. Don’t know how he didn’t have intense rope burn from that. He also beat Charlie, Katie and Veronica on the sprinting portion. Must be those ghosty genes.”

“Fenton did all that?” Dash asked, he bit the inside of his cheek. Hard.

“Yeah it was crazy, I thought Tetslaf was gonna pass out,” Victor laughed. “Maybe we should get him to try out for the football team, he’d be a great running back or-”

“Come on, Vic,” Dash laughed but the sound came out wrong. “Why would we want Fenton on our team? He’s, he’s Fenton! Just a skinny, weird little wimp.” Vic side-eyed him a bit before clapping Dash on the back.

“World’s changing, Dash. First ghosts, now half ghosts, it’s all wrong but you just gotta roll with it. All I know is I have 2 years left in this hell hole before I leave this miserable place for Chicago and never look back. I recommend you do the same, after all,” Vic grinned again but it was sharper. “Fenton’s always been your personal punching bag, not every day you learn your victim has superpowers.”

“We don’t know what the hell is up with Fenton,” Dash defended. Vic just shrugged.

“Yeah but he’s always been a freak now we know he ain’t human. Who knows what else he’s hiding?” Vic said with a smug smile before wandering off, giving a halfhearted wave over his shoulder as he left.

Dash stood in the hallway, trying to get himself under control until the warning and late bell rang. Only then, when he was certain he wouldn’t run into Fenton, did he head to class. 

XxX

“Should we follow him, see where he goes?” Paulina said, biting onto one of her nails in nervous excitement. Paulie was gorgeous and overall pretty cool but her thing with ghosts sometimes tired Dash out. Now more than ever. 

“Come on, that’s like stalking,” Kwan scolded. “Even if that wasn’t illegal or whatever it’s just not cool. They had a rough day today, leave ‘em alone.” That icy chill returned and Dash looked out of the corner of his eye to see Fenton and his cronies walking out of the school. 

Truthfully, Dash didn’t think Fenton had that bad of a day. Yeah people were asking questions but he’d side stepped them all, gave non-answers. Other people talked about Fenton’s supposed strength in gym but there’d been conflicting reports, some said he flew up the rope climb, others said he levitated doing his push ups. Dash really didn’t know what to believe. Fenton was just acting, well, like Fenton. He paused for a second, stopped walking before catching up with the group.

Maybe... maybe Dash was getting caught up over nothing. There really was no proof Fenton was this ‘half of’ other than what one dumb ghost said. He thought back to Fenton’s grin during first period; stupid nerd was probably milking his 15 minutes of fame and bully free time. His earlier fear and uncertainty burst into flames until a familiar anger was burning in his gut. Now this he knew what to do with.

“Yeah, well his day is about to get rougher,” Dash heard himself say as he stomped off to where Fenton was smiling tiredly at something Manson was saying. “Hey Fentonio! Think you’re pretty cool with every paying attention to you but I-”

Fenton gasped suddenly, like a hiccup only his breath misted out in front of him cold as a winter’s day. Dash stopped midsentence watching as Fenton’s whole face twisted. His earlier weary but tolerant annoyance that he’d been projecting all day was stripped away. He glared at Dash with an expression that was hard as ice and full of an exhaustion and bitterness he couldn’t begin to understand.

“As payment for being forcibly outed,” Fenton spoke up loudly enough that most of the school yard could hear him. “I was promised a week.” His eyes slowly but methodically scanned the crowd who had frozen in place at his authoritative tone. “Where I didn’t have to deal with ghosts, so I want to know... Who is trespassing on my haunt.”

Fenton’s mouth opened impossibly wide revealing what seemed like rows of sharped teeth. He curled his fingers into claws and, looking closer, his fingernails had indeed become real claws, as sharp and deadly as his teeth. His eyes blazed an impossible, ectoplasmic green and his dark hair developed streaks of white. He was terrifying, monstrous, but he was still Fenton. That feeling that had been eating at dash all day came back full force. Not the realization that Fenton had powers or whatever but that he had been hiding it in plain sight through ghost attacks and bullies and failing grades. This had always been Fenton, they just hadn’t seen. Until now that is.

And now the script had flipped and Dash didn’t know how this Ghost Fenton, who still was the same Fenton Dash had wedgied last Wednesday, fit. A green blob ghost materialized over by stairs, quivering and wailing in some ghost language. It turned and fled, presumably in the direction of the Fenton Portal to escape Fenton’s wrath. Fenton’s glowing eyes tracked it for a moment before he straightened up from his hunched posture and... was human again.

He brushed his hands through his black hair, lazily blinked blue eyes and, when he smiled, his teeth were normal. But Dash had seen, they all had. He’d let them see but to what end, he had no idea. Fenton turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow and another small smirk, just as tired as earlier.

“Sorry about that Dash, I take my vacation time very seriously. You were saying?” Fenton said with a smug lilt but his eyes were still dead and there was a bit of fear in them now. Despite his powers, he still gripped his backpack tightly.

“When your dumb little vacation’s up, Fentionail,” Dash said with a shaky voice. “It’s-it’s back to business, okay? Punches and wedgies and locker shoving. You,” he voice cracked a bit and he fought it down. “It’ll ramp up now that I know you can take it.” Fenton blinked, once then twice before he smiled. This time it wasn’t annoyed or scary or fearful but like the dumb grins he usually gave his dumb friends. 

“Yeah okay, we’ll start back up next week. The usual time?” Dash nodded, not knowing what else to say. “Alright, see you around.” He turned to walk away before pausing and turning back. “Actually you should be careful on who you shove into lockers, it can get hard to breathe in there and not everyone can phase out of them. You never know who’ll turn up dead,” he grinned and his eyes flashed green again, “if only half.”

That said, he and his friends walked away, ignoring the stares of the entire school on them. “Oh and it’s halfa, not half of,” Fenton called out over his shoulder. “I’m not half of anything, I’m just a whole me even if the details get a bit complicated.”

“Bye Danny, see you tomorrow,” Kwan called after with a grimace. No one else said anything for a minute until Dash found the strength to move his legs from where they’d been planted. He clenched his fists to hide his shaking and continued his walk home. Everyone else slowly did the same, talking quietly among themselves.

“What the hell was that?” Dale asked in a nervous high pitched voice. “What the hell did I just see?”

“Fenton being a weirdo but that’s nothing new,” Dash shrugged with a confidence he didn’t have yet. But if Fenton could show up to school after being outed and then willingly show them his inhumanity, then Dash needed to up his game. Couldn’t let the nerd be cool or anything. “So what if he glows or whatever, he’s still Fenton. Look I gotta get home, it’s Pookie’s feeding time and he is NOT going to believe the day I had.

[junisfics]

All This Time — Armin Arlert (1)

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Pairing: Armin Arlert x Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Series Summary: Reader messages her best friend Armin late one night while she's drunk and needy, but will she remember the things she said to him in the morning, and if she does... will she regret it?

Part Summary: After Armin receives a disturbingly vague message from his best friend, he shows up to her house only to find her drunk and needy

Content: Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Eventual Smut

Content Warnings: Sexual Content, Mentions of Masturbation, Sexual Fantasies

You met Armin in your freshman year of high school. You had gone to separate middle schools, but those two schools fed into your then high school and you became classmates. You shared a band class together, Armin played clarinet and you played the piano. The entire band was split between two periods, you and Armin’s seventh period consisted of woodwinds while the other period held brass… percussion was split evenly between the two periods. 

That was the first game of chance.

The second one was after-school practice sessions with Mr. Steunberg. Apparently, Armin was struggling with sight-reading just as much as you were, so you were paired together for practice lessons on Mondays. And every Monday for the second semester of freshman year, you and Armin played your instruments in that little sound booth while your music teacher corrected you from outside.

Eventually, the twenty minutes between the end of school and the beginning of lessons was being shared between the two of you rather than each of you hiding off down some hallway. You had decided to come down the band hall early, conveniently at the same time Armin had as well. 

It started with one of you asking if the other had a certain teacher, followed by asking if they had completed the night’s assignment for that class. Over time, the floor distance between you two closed and you’d sit cross-legged on the carpeted floor just outside the booth, knee to knee, sharing snacks before Mr. Steunberg made his way from his History class and down to the band hall. You’d work on homework together and laugh over the squeaking mistakes from the neighboring booths.

Just around the time when you and Armin began to grow comfortable with each other, your organized lessons had stopped and your blooming friendship had been put on pause. Neither of you missed it too much, you barely knew each other, but you still smiled at each other in the halls and occasionally talked before your shared class if there was time, but there really wasn’t.

It was like that for a while; little waves, sentence-long conversations, awkward silences followed by equally as awkward good-byes. It was months before you ever talked the same way you had in that little hallway.

It wasn’t like you craved his presence. Christ, you would completely forget about him if you didn’t see him every day in class. But when he came up to you at the end of the day one day while you were sitting on the piano bench, waiting for the final bell to ring, you couldn’t help but smile.

You still remember the shirt he was wearing, how he pushed those thin-rimmed glasses he still wore up his nose as he talked with you, “Can you help me with sight-reading? I don’t wanna tell my mom I need lessons again and I’m embarrassed to ask anyone else.”

Of course, you had said yes to him, you wouldn’t be pulling your phone out in the middle of the night in the peak of summer to text him while you’re shit-faced to text him if you hadn’t.

Your practicing together turned into practicing and doing homework together, which turned into getting off track and watching YouTube videos together. Then came the hanging out outside of homework and lessons; goofing off at either of your neighborhood parks, walking down the road to get fast-food, running around in a grocery store because there was nothing else to do in the suburbs.

There wasn’t an exact moment where you agreed that you were best friends, it just happened. You were always there for him whenever he got pushed around by the baseball boys, when his parents got divorced and his grandfather moved in, when he got his acceptance letter to the college of his choice; and he was there for you for your first boyfriend and your first heartbreak, he was there when your dog was lost for five days… he being the one that found her, and when you got your acceptance letter, he was the one sitting next to you with open arms.

There were moments when you found yourselves distancing; when you got into little arguments. But at the end of the day, the love that each of you had for each other was stronger than anything. You always came back to him, and he to you. 

No matter how many times you broke his heart by flirting with him just to hook up with some random guy at a party the same day, told him that he was your ‘best friend’, talking about how he was ‘like a brother’ to you, he couldn't leave you and he couldn’t stop loving you.

Armin would do anything for you and you would do anything for Armin. This is why when he got your messages in the dead of the night, he was over to your apartment before he could even text back.

‘armin’ ‘come over’ ‘help’ ‘need help’

Every second between the moment he got your messages until he reached your door, he was mortified. His heart was pounding out of his chest, knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering while swerving around corners recklessly, eyes flitting over your parking lot to try and find anything out of the ordinary.

He almost tripped on the curb of the sidewalk while running up to your building. He was whipping open doors and frantically pressing elevator buttons as his keys still jangled in his hands, he didn’t even think to shove them into his pockets. His eyes bore into the red, electric lettering at the frame of the elevator, watching the numbers increase with his hand pressing against the metal doors like it’ll somehow make it go faster.

Once he reaches your door, he knocks frantically, jolts of pain shooting through his knuckles as he does so.

And you’re right at the door waiting for him. You tug it open the second you hear him outside of it, a giant smile of relief on your face.

“Oh my god! Thank god you’re here! I was going to pass out from waiting so long,” You giggle, grabbing ahold of his forearm that was still outstretched from knocking and pulling him inside.

It took him a moment to realize that you’re alright, that you’re standing right there in front of him, unharmed and unscathed, with his sweatshirt pulled over you, the one he gave you before leaving for university. You’re bouncing on the balls of your feet as you grab at his arms to bring him forward, stumbling back over your own feet in the process which just sends you into another fit of giggles.

You had a slight sheen of sweat over your face and neck, not a lot, just enough so when your head turned to look behind you the kitchen lights bounced against the gloss on your skin. You didn’t have pants on as well, just these light grey boy-short panties that completely exposed the length of your legs.

It wasn’t like Armin hasn’t seen you in a swimsuit before. Many times your parents had taken you on trips to a lake where you would go tubing and swimming for hours on end until you were both drained of all your energy. But seeing you in, presumably, nothing but his sweatshirt and panties that bared your thighs and bottom curves of your ass had him far more flabbergasted than a swimsuit ever could.

“You’re — you’re okay?” He asks, voice still wavering with concern as you continue to drag him towards the kitchen.

“Absolutely not!” You sound serious, “I need help… with making my dessert.” Your faux serious tone falls apart and you’re choking back another wave of laughter.

Armin watches you incredulously but intently as you slide your hands down his forearms until both of your hands meet his own, giving them a squeeze before spinning around and gripping the kitchen island’s counter.

You have an array of stainless steel bowls crowded beside each other while a mixture of dry baking goods sits unstirred in one of the bowls. You shuffle through the measuring cups and spoons before picking up a large wooden spoon and holding it up to Armin, presenting it to him, like you’ve found a block of gold.

When you turn away from him, he looks over the state of the kitchen. Sugar and flour remnants cover the countertops, series of baking instruments litter them as well, and on the kitchen table is a bottle of vodka.

And then it hits him; you’re playful nature, unpredictability, clumsiness, and intimacy.

“Are you drunk?” He asks you. He isn’t disappointed, or angry, just slightly taken aback.

You bring your head up from the bowl and tilt your head side to side like you were thinking over his question, “A little.”

It was much more than ‘a little’. Before you had even started drinking you were in a playful mood. You had just gotten the offer for a summer job for lifeguarding at the apartment complex’s pool and you thought to celebrate by binging your favorite television show and having a few shots. Then, a few shots turned to many and you were dancing around your living room while having the time of your life before you had settled on making yourself some food. ‘Another celebration’ you had convinced yourself.

But the measuring and the mixing were too hard and who else was there to call other than your best friend?

“Oh my god.” Armin smiles, shaking his head at you and making his way towards you as you continue to mix at god-knows-what you’ve put into that bowl, “You need actual food, not whatever you’re making here.”

You let go of the spoon, letting out a little huff of frustration at his words, scrunching your nose real cutely as you turn towards him. You take the front of his tee-shirt in your hands, gently fiddling with the fabric as you pout.

“I want dessert, Armin.” You whine, bringing your head forward to rest your cheek on his chest. Your chest was pressing against his torso, bare legs knocking against his own.

“’Tomorrow-You’ is going to thank me for not letting you have dessert.” He awkwardly brings one of his hands to your back, patting it a few times before letting his hand rest between your shoulder blades.

“Please?” You whisper, tilting your head up until he can feel your tiny breaths against his chin. Armin hopes you can’t feel the way his heartbeat begins to pick up in his chest at your close proximity.

“No… No, I’ll — I’ll make you toast or something, how does that sound?” He suggests, snaking his hands between the two of you to gently nudge you off him.

But the space between the two of you is quickly closed when your slide your hands up his chest and around his neck, “Don’t want toast.” You murmur, standing up on the tips of your toes to get in his eye-line. Your nose was only a breath away from his.

Armin carefully takes your wrists in his hands, taking your arms off him as he stammers out, “Well, you’re going to have toast.”

You let out another noise of frustration as you pull yourself away from him, your hands balling into fists at your sides while he pulls open your fridge for the loaf of bread on the top shelf. You watch him with your head tilted in fascination like you’ve never seen bread before, admiring the way his hair falls into his eyes as his pretty hands unwrap the plastic sleeve of the loaf then tug the toaster away from the counter backsplash.

He truly was so beautiful. You always contained your attraction towards him so well, but now your restraint was slipping.

You prance over to him, slipping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his back as he slides two slices of bread from the loaf. His skin is so warm beneath the thin fabric of his shirt. You can feel the muscles in his shoulders and back flex as he moves his arms, his abdominal muscles twitching as well in reaction to your fingertips skimming over them.

God, he’s so fucking nervous. 

Why is he so nervous? 

Because you’re all over him in just panties and his shirt when he’s had a crush on you for as long as he can remember. You’re being so touchy, so intimate with him, he’s afraid he might explode.

“Go sit down. Can’t — can’t help you if you’re in my way.” He says. Oh but he could help you, he could help you even if you were hanging on him like a spider monkey, he’s just afraid you’ll realize your effect on him if you do so.

“I just wanna be close to you. You’re so cute.” You nuzzle your head under his left arm until you and slip your whole body under it and stand ever so slightly in front of him, wedged between his torso and the countertop.

Your hands play with the hem of his shirt as you look up to him, your eyes glossy, and your pupils were blown. Armin tries his best to keep himself subtly distanced from you, but it’s no use. Every time he inches away, you’re just back on him. 

You’re sliding your hands up his chest, fingers tracing over his jaw and cheekbones as you cling to his side. He can feel your hips knocking against his, your thighs rubbing against his as you shift around to try and get closer. Your fingers follow along the curves of his neck, tracing down his throat then skimming over his collarbones.

“Sit here then. Sit on the counter.” Armin grabs ahold of your torso and pushes you against the counter, the edge of it rutting into the small of your back. You grab ahold of his biceps and let out a flirty little giggle at what his actions could be insinuating.

Your fingers press into the plush muscle of his arms as he strains to lift you, your heels grappling at the cabinets below you to try and aid him. His waist ends up slipped between your knees when you’re finally seated, and you can feel your body flush hot with arousal.

You were already sweating from the exertion you had put forward before he had arrived, but the added closeness with Armin was just driving you crazy.

“Now sit, and stay.” Armin places his hands in front of you to enforce his directions.

You giggle a few times, smiling at the fact that he’s treating you like a dog, “Woof.” 

Armin slips his waist out from your knees to come to your left slide, plucking the now toasted bread from the toaster and setting it on a napkin. He pulls open the drawer to his right for a butter knife, then snatches the butter from the island and brings it to your toast. 

His hands shake as he pulls the glass top of the butter dish, they shake as he dips the knife into the butter, and continues to shake as he spreads the butter over the first piece of toast. He can feel your thigh brushing against his hip as you swing your legs.

You begin to breathe heavier, the heat of exhaustion and heat of arousal begin to grow overwhelming. You fan your face a few times, pushing your hair off your neck, before grabbing the hem of his sweatshirt and pulling it up and over your head.

“What — what are you doing?” Armin stammers, taking a tiny step away from you.

You absentmindedly fold the sweatshirt before setting it aside to fan your face again, “It’s so hot… I think it’s you, Armin.”

You can see his face flush red this time, his ears as well, turning his cheeks and nose a pretty pink shade that doesn’t help your problem.

Armin tries to ignore you, he really does, but it’s so difficult because now you’re in this skimpy little tank top with spaghetti straps. And the straps are slipping off your shoulders and Jesus fucking christ you’re not wearing a bra. He can’t stop his eyes from flitting over your scantily clad figure, drinking in the way your thighs squish against the counter, the curve of your ass as it’s pressed to the granite, the way your nipples tease the thin fabric of your skin.

“Have I ever told you that? That you’re so fine?” You giggle, running a finger down his bicep as he finishes buttering your toast. You’re so grateful that he’s got that stupid white tee shirt on, the one that keeps your gaze lingering over the lean muscle in his chest and back.

“Um, n — no. Toast is done, hop down.” He refuses to make eye contact because if he does, he’s scared he won’t be able to stop himself from kissing you.

“Help.” You pout, reaching out your hands and grabbing for his shoulders.

Armin listens to your plea, setting the toast back down and grabbing ahold of your waist to slide you off the counter. But instead of bringing your feet to the floor, you wrap your legs around his waist and hook your arms around his neck. You have to tilt your head down to look into his eyes, only to see his pupils blown and lashes fluttering as he blinks.  He doesn’t push you off him. Instead, he uses his left hand to snatch the food off the counter while his right hand comes to brace your lower back. 

He’s afraid he’s going to have a heart attack now; feeling your thighs wrapped around him, your cunt hovering just right over his growing cock, your back arching your chest so close to his face that he swears if he looked down he would get a perfect view of your tits, your parted lips all glossy, breath fanning over the bridge of his nose as you run your fingers over the curves of his pretty pink lips.

Fuck. He was definitely getting off to this later.

You’re giggling all the while, and to an extent, you know exactly the effect you have on him. It’s cute, the way he stumbles around your house and trying to keep his footing as he brings you to your bedroom. 

“C’mon, Armin. At least take me on a date first,” You tease as he kneels down to bring your backside to the foot of the bed. Once your legs release his waist, he stands again.

“I’m — I’m not trying — we’re not —” He stutters, bringing his hands forward again like he’s scared you’ll pounce on him.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to. Armin wants nothing more in the entire world than to have you beneath him, to have his cock sheathed inside you, to have you moan out his name as you cum around his cock…

But he couldn’t let it happen like this.

You were drunk, so so drunk. And you probably didn’t even know what you were saying.

“We can if you want to.” You speak softly, your knees knocking together as you settle into your seat, fiddling with your hands in your lap as if you got all shy all of a sudden.

And when you look up to him through your lashes, brows furrowed slightly in a pout, Armin almost caves. But he catches himself just as fast, shoving your toast in front of you like it’s a shield.

Your eyes shift down to the food that’s presented before you, and your pout turns into a cute little smile as you daintily take it from his hands. You let the napkin rest in your left palm as you hold the food in your right, immediately taking a little bite out of it.

“You want some water?” Armin asks, still standing in front of you.

You give him a nod without looking up, taking another bite out of the toast while he fills up the cup that he knew rested beside your bathroom sink. As he stands in front of the mirror he takes a moment to breathe in and out deeply as the water fills the cup.

You were going to be the death of him.

“You know, I mean it when I say you’re attractive,” He hears you say, still sitting all obediently on your bed and waiting for him to return, “Everyone’s like, ‘oh Armin got so hot!’, but I always thought you were cute… you just got so — nnghh — in the past year.”

He returns with your glass of water, holding it out to you as you finish chewing. You take it from him gently, holding it in both your hands, careful not to drop it, as you take little sips.

He knew you were being irrational, but he truly hopes you mean what you say.

When you finish drinking, you pat your hand against the mattress as you set your cup to the floor. You want him close again, want the warmth he radiates both physically and spiritually. Armin listens to your ask and sits beside you carefully, running his hands over his thighs as you pull your legs up on the mattress and cross them under you.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” You ask, voice getting tiny again.

That was real… that question… he’s so sure of it. You were always insecure about your looks when you had no reason to be, but he had no idea that you cared what he thought about you.

“I — um… I — I don’t think my — my opinion matt —” He tries to get it to come out sounding right, but the moment he opens his mouth he already knows he’s failed terribly.

“Do… do you not think I’m pretty?” He can hear the feeling of betrayal in your voice, you turn your head away from him.

“No! No, y/n, I think you’re really pretty —”

You grab ahold of his shirt collar and tug him towards you as you let your back fall to the mattress. His torso comes over you and his hand shoots out beside your head to keep him from falling atop you. He can’t even bring himself to pull off of you, because your noses are touching and he can feel your knees knocking against the left side of his waist.

“I — you’re — God, y/n you’re so pretty. Don’t ever think I don’t think that.” He breathes, trying so hard to your lips from touching, for his own sake.

Your mouth splits into a smile and a little laugh escapes your lips. Your free hand grabs ahold of his shirt as well, assuring both you and him that he isn’t going anywhere. You look down to his lips, slightly parted as he pants heavily to keep his composure.

“No, but you don’t understand,” You keep your eyes on his lips, fighting the desire to kiss him, “You’re so fucking hot.”

Armin’s breath gets caught in his throat because you had spoken that in a borderline whimper. Your bottom lip had been taken between your teeth after you finished speaking, and he swears he could see your back arch slightly.

It was completely visible now, how much you needed him. You were holding onto him for dear life, your thighs were squeezing together and your arched back had your stomach brushing against his. You looked at him through half-lidded eyes, irises filled with lust and hunger.

Armin’s so grateful that your legs are to his side and now wrapped around his waist again because he would not have been able to stop himself from grinding down against you… it would have been completely involuntary.

“And — and don’t tell anyone this but sometimes… sometimes I get off to you,” You bring your voice to a whisper as you reveal your secret, lifting your head to move closer to him. He can feel your lips brush against his as you speak, “Actually... like all the time.”

Armin lets out an audible exhale, his jaw slacking at your revelation, he has to shut his eyes again.

“Do you get off to me too?” You ask. And you speak like you didn’t just reveal that to him, bringing your head back down to the mattress and smiling.

Of course he does. Of course he does. 

Junior year of high school you offered to be his first kiss, just for fun, ‘cause you were friends, right? And you wanted to help him get it over with. 

But every night since then, Armin has gotten off to you; laid back in his bed with his cock in his fist, and whispering your name as he cums.

“I — we’re best friends — y/n, I —”

“Best friends don’t wanna fuck each other, Armin.” You say, your voice losing all its playfulness and growing serious like you had suddenly become sober.

You stare into his pretty blue eyes for a moment, letting your own flit between the two of his. You were watching for any change in his expression, any look of disgust or repulsion, but you don’t find any. He just keeps that same incredulous, lust-filled look on his face.

He looks over you as well. Your eyes were still so droopy and hazy, your lips parted like you’re manually breathing. You were so drunk that it almost hurt him. You weren’t going to remember a single thing in the morning, and the two of you would be back to square one because Armin would never be able to repeat to you what you said to him or admit his searing desire for you.

Armin can feel your grip on his shirt tighten once more, and instead of lifting your head to him, you pull him down to you.

“I need you,” You whisper, voice shaking with arousal, “Fuck me... please.”

Armin swallows hard, his arms beginning to shake under his weight. He was going to fucking explode. He needed a break, just a moment, anything so he can catch his breath and regain some of his composure.

Christ, he was so fucking hard. If you were sober, he wouldn’t hesitate for a single second to rip off both of your clothes and push his cock inside you.

“I can’t — you’re drunk,” He murmurs, and you can hear the hurt in his voice. You can hear the fact that he truly wanted to do what you begged him for.

“No, Armin, I want it. I need it. I mean it, I swear.” You plead, your hands pawing at his shirt like he was attempting to get away from you and you wanted him to stay. But Armin was set put, he wasn’t moving, he couldn’t move even if he wanted.

“I need your cock.”

“Not — not now. You need to sleep this off. You’re… you’re not yourself right now,” He takes his eyes off yours, closing them once more and squeezing them shut.

“I’ve — I’ve always wanted you though. Always, I promise.” You continue, hoping that somehow you’ll convince him.

It was true. You wish he could understand how true it was. All the guys you had gotten with after-parties, after football games… they were all just replacements, they were fill-ins for him. You would pretend that it was him that was filling you up, gripping your hips and whispering dirty things against your ear. And for seconds at a time, it would work and you would convince yourself that Armin was right there with you.

And every time you would see him helping another girl with school work, see them flirting with him and getting touchy with him, playing with his glasses or drawing shapes on his hands with a pen… this disgusting feeling would churn around in your stomach and bubble up into your throat. And although Armin was oblivious to their flirting, it still hurt so fucking bad.

“I’ve always wanted you too… just — just not like this. Just sleep it off, okay? And — and then we’ll talk.” His left hand wraps around your waist while his right switches to brace beside your head. He grabs ahold of your torso and shimmies you up the bed until your head meets the pillow.

He sits back on his calves, his left arm sliding out from under you while his right hand brushes your messy hair out of your face before petting your head.

“And, and you’ll fuck me in the morning?” You ask, completely genuine.

Armin swallows hard again, pulling himself away from you and helping you slide your body under your sheets, “If — if you still want me to.”

You look up to him with your eyes full of admiration as he smoothes the sheets over your body, “I’ll always want you to.”

It comes out sounding much more intimate than it actually is to say that ‘you’ll always want Armin to fuck you’. And Armin lets his eyes meet yours again, matching the love that’s filled them.

He smiles to hide the doubt he has inside his chest. In the morning, you’ll either regret every word and ghost him or you’ll forget everything you’ve admitted. Both options made Armin’s heart hurt, but he decides that you leaving him would be the worst of the two. He wouldn’t know what to do if you’d never talk to him again. So for now, he truly hopes you forget.

Armin pulls his hands away from you, shuffling his knees on the bed to get off of it. But before he can bring his feet to the ground, you grab ahold of his wrist.

“Stay, please.” You ask, your eyes struggling to stay open. He wonders if you even know that you’re talking.

He listens to you anyway, bringing his hand down to the mattress as he slips himself under the sheets and next to you. And if he wasn’t sure about staying before, he sure was now because you were so warm and so soft as you shimmied back against him. You take his arm and sling it over your waist, letting his palm splay out over your stomach. You can feel every rise of his chest against your back.

You were going to doze off so easily, he was so warm, he was so comforting. You could feel sleep beginning to creep up on you quickly. But before you let it take over, you slide your hand back and between your bodies to grab the source of the hard thing poking into your ass.

“You’re so hard,” You giggle.

Armin chokes on his breath again and grabs your wrist to pull your hand off his dick, “Stop. Go — go to bed.”

You listen this time, retracting your hand to slip it over his that rests on your stomach, interlacing your fingers as you succumb to your exhaustion.

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heksbdkshs you’re jock!carol fics give me life, could you do one where jock!carol and the reader have been keeping their relationship a secret and one of those girls that love gossip finds out and like the next day everyone knows ??

You've met soft!jock!Carol. Now it's time for angsty!jock!Carol

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Warning: homophobia (plus slurs), bullying, mentions of declining mental health mild violence and some clique high school douchebags (yes that gets a warning)

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You barely looked up when the paper airplane landed swiftly on your desk in front of you. It was only when you caught a glimpse of the red and blue stripe along the side that you spared it a glance. You prodded it with your pen and dragged it across the desk towards you, feeling a pair of eyes watching you eagerly from the back of the class. You unfolded the note carefully until a small sprawl of letters became visible, barely spelling out the word 'purple'.

You bit back a smile at the message and scrunched it up into a tight ball, throwing it in the bin near your desk before going back to writing your notes. You wanted to turn around and meet the eyes you were certain were staring at the back of your head but you knew you couldn't. It had become routine and you swore it was still the hardest part of your day - pretending you didn't notice her.

The bell in the corridor rung loudly and the second it did everyone in the class got up from their seats, ignoring the final reminders from the teacher at the front. Students swarmed into the corridor and amongst the crowd you lost sight of her for a few short moments until the wave of blonde hair appeared ahead of you where she maneuver to the side to be greeted by others in the same blue jacket. You caught her eye for a split second as you went by but it was no more than that. You wished so much that it could have been longer, that you could confidently stroll down those corridors hand in hand with her. A short hug. A brief kiss. A small smile. Anything. You just wished you could have more than fleeting moments with the blonde.

It felt like you could finally breathe properly when you left the suffocating building. The crowd dispersed into smaller groups while you walked out of the school grounds with a slight trot in your step. The further you went the less people you saw until the streets you walked down were near empty. The small corner shop eventually came into sight and you sped up slightly at the sight of your destination, not spying the red car you were always looking out for but knowing she was somewhere close by, she always got there first.

Instead of going into the corner store, you went through the narrow alleyway besides it and around the back of the store. You weren't in a sketchy part of town and even if you were you wouldn't have been afraid of going down the alley, not when you knew who was around the corner waiting for you. You had told her that last time you were there when she had asked you out of sheer curiosity. Apparently she wanted to challenge that truth.

A pair of hands shot out besides your and covered your eyes in an instant, not giving you any chance to stop it. Before you could even give a startled cry, her body pressed firmly against your back and the familiar smell of vanilla surrounded you. Relaxing in her grip, you felt her sway playfully as she leaned forwards to plant soft kisses along your neck. "Guess who?" She mused and you smiled as you tilted your head back for her.

"Hey, Care Bear." Carol groaned against your neck as she pulled her hands away. "I told you not to call me that." She complained, though her smile betrayed her when she spun you around to face her. You instinctively wrapped your arms around her neck as she held your waist softly, kissing you with enough passion to tell you she had been missing you too.

"How'd your test go?" Carol asked between kisses as she guided you backwards to lean against the nearest wall.

"Okay, I passed." You said absentmindedly. "How'd your game go?"

"Okay, I won." She copied and you couldn't help but smile faintly.

"That film you wanted to watch is on tonight, at 11. Wanna go?" The Captain asked as she stopped kissing you to talk properly and kept her hold on you so you stayed close.

"There's show times a lot earlier than 11." You laughed but stilled when Carol scrunched up her nose. "What? You don't want to be seen in public with me?" You teased but there was something very genuine to your question. You felt a familiar pang in your chest when Carol's grip loosened and she looked away.

"Y/n, we've talked about this." Your girlfriend sighed.

"I know, I'm sorry." You muttered as you tried to look as unbothered as possible but knew your face gave away the disappointment you felt so intensely. "You know if I could I would go out at all hours with you, where ever you'd want to go. It's just not that simple." It was hard to truly believe those words when your girlfriend sounded so exasperated, like she was having to explain to a child why they couldn't draw on the walls or have candy for breakfast.

"I know." You said because you really did and you felt guilty for bringing it up.

Carol had told you before you had even started dating her that your relationship would have to be secret. You didn't go to the most gay-friendly school for one thing. There were no openly gay couples there and to be honest you didn't have the nerve to be the first. Carol was content on being popular and you were happy staying under the radar with no intentions to change that. Above all Carol believed it would make securing her scholarship a great deal harder. You were never sure if that was just her fears or if it could really affect it but you respected where she was coming from. That didn't stop it hurting. It didn't stop you envying all the couples that got to openly love their partners. You always reminded yourself that keeping your relationship secret took as much of a toll on Carol as it did on you, she was just far better at hiding it. She was good at hiding a lot.

"Is that a no on the movie?" Carol asked with a strong hint of upset in her voice and unintentionally heart wrenching puppy dog eyes.

"11 right? Sounds like we have a lot of time to kill." You smiled wholly as you glanced at the old blanket fort you had built together months ago, right after you had gotten red and blue slushies that you had spilt on one of the blankets inside and stained purple. That wasn't the only thing that was turned purple that day but was the one that seemed to be permanent.

Carol smiled eagerly and wrapped her arms around you tightly again. "I love you, you know that right?" She asked genuinely and you returned her bright smile.

"Always, and I love you too, Care Bear." Carol rolled her eyes but kissed you softly again, treasuring the feeling of your soft lips against hers and the vague taste of the lunch she had discreetly bought you that day.

*

You swung open your locker door and made to shove as many of your school books inside as you could until you halted at the sight of a small, folded up, piece of paper in the base of your locker. You crammed your books into the tight space and stood as close as you could to it as you unfolded the note, knowing it wasn't for the eyes of the rest of the world. 'East feild field supply shed, lunch' was all it read in the familiarly rushed handwriting. You scrunched the note up and put it in your pocket, locked your locker and made your way down the corridor with a sense of uncertainty in your step. Carol never wanted to meet inside school - it was practically a rule. You would text each other as much as you could and even call if you were lucky, but you were never physically together.

You continued on to the field and walked across as nonchalantly as you could. You only vaguely knew where that specific supply shed was because it was rarely ever used and not to mention half submerged in the woodland bordering part of the field. You glanced around as you neared it and when you were sure no one was near by you dipped behind the back to an awaiting Carol, sat cross legged on the floor and trying to balance a spoon on her nose.

"Hey, are you alright?" You asked hastily as you put your bag down on the floor and stared at your girlfriend in concern.

"Of course I am, you're here." She said simply and held both her hands out to you. You took them with a confused smile as Carol guided you to sit on her lap and cupped your cheek with her hand.

"Are you sure? We don't usually- we never-" Carol pecked your lips to successfully silence you.

"I know, but I missed you too much." She said with a contagious smile. "Really. I just wanted to see you." Your smile grew as you nodded and lent forward slightly to kiss the blonde back.

"I missed you too."

You stayed like that for the rest of your lunch break, enjoying each other's company and embrace as you ignored the rest of the world that wasn't shielded by the old wood around you. It was pretty much perfect. You knew it couldn't become habit so you tried your hardest to just focus on the there and then. Carol seemed to be thinking the same thing, letting her guard down more than she ever had when you had to part days.

The Captain chuckled as she kissed you after backing you into the shed door. You pushed her back lightly with a giggle, feeling giddy from everything happening. "We gotta go." You laughed more when Carol trapped you against the shed, clearly not having any desire to attend her next lesson. "Carol." You scorned, making her pull away only to gaze at you adoringly.

"Okay." She huffed and stepped back to give you space to move. The moment you did she laced your fingers together and held up your hand to her lips, giving the back of it a soft kiss before letting you go. You grinned back at her as you started in opposite directions, your hand still tingling from your girlfriend's soft imprint.

You were both so blissfully unaware of your surroundings you forgot to make a quick check of anyone near by. Neither of you were aware of the eager eyes following both your steps, nor the digital lens that followed with them. However that was something that became very much apparent the next day. The eyes that landed on you as you ventured down the school corridors weren't subtle. They weren't kind either.

You felt like there was a spot light on you everywhere you went and it went on for a while. Some people would look away once you glanced anxiously in their direction while others stared back with a distasteful and all together brutal glare. It was clear that everyone knew something you didn't, something that soon brought your mind to Carol. Where was she?

That was a question you had to wait a while to be answered. Your girlfriend wasn't in any of the few classes you had together, something that wasn't completely unheard of for her but was especially anxiety inducing on that day. It was during lunch break that you finally saw her. You were thrilled and filled with relief when you saw the blonde hair and blue jacketed figure making its way towards you where you sat under a tree on the far edge of the field. However as she got closer and you were able to distinguish the infuriated look upon her face, all the relief drained away. You had seen her angry before. She had been known to have a short fuse and with a team that wasn't the brightest and some games not going the way she would have wanted, you knew what angry Carol entailed. But what you saw that day was something new.

"What the fuck?!" She yelled and you stumbled back a couple of steps in shock.

"W-what?" You fumbled when you realized Carol's new found fury was directed at you.

"What did you do?" She demanded as she advanced to being a short step away from you. Suddenly, having Carol so close didn't hold the comfort it usually did.

"I don't know. I don't know what's going on! Everything was fine until..." you trailed off when the Captain turned her attention to her phone. You glanced between her and the screen, not understanding why she suddenly didn't want to pay you any attention. However, when she showed you her screen your heart dropped. Any other couple wouldn't have minded the picture. They may even have loved it. You and Carol couldn't take a moment to admire the moment that was captured, because you both knew what it meant. You were so close together in the photo, arms tightly around each other as you shared a kiss. You were unbreakable. Were...

"Who... how did they..." You barely managed to speak, feeling far too numb.

"You tell me, y/n." Carol crossed her arms defensively and continued to glare right into your eyes. You thought that hurt more than anything else that had happened that day and honestly ever.

"I didn't do this." You whispered, too shocked to fully comprehend what your girlfriend was accusing you of.

"You wanna rethink that answer? Because this secret has always bothered you a lot more than it has for me." What? You felt sick at hearing her words. You had spent the whole relationship thinking, fooling yourself into believing that it was both sided. How much did she care?

"There was a time you wouldn't fucking shut up about it for two seconds and no matter how many times I explained to you why we couldn't go running around holding hands like goddamn kinder-gardeners you still couldn't get it through your skull that is was the smart decision. Do you not like what's happening today, y/n? Does it upset you?" She gritted in a sickeningly mocking tone that you had never heard before. It was just plain cruel. "Well buckle the fuck up because it's going to get a hell of a lot worse, especially for me. You'll be happy though, won't you? This is what you wanted." Carol finished, chest heaving and eyes ablaze. That was all you could really make it through your teary eyes.

"No this isn't what I wanted." You started to sob as you reached out for Carol's hand but she smacked it away hard. You recoiled in alarm and tried again. "Please Carol, I would never do this. I just wanted what you did." Carol scoffed at your pathetic attempt at explaining yourself, far from believing you in your hysteric state.

"Fuck off." She spat as she gave you one final glare and turned sharply on her heels to leave you were stood. Alone.

"Carol, please!" You begged but the blonde had had enough.

"Stay away from me." She shouted back and you stopped in your tracks, only able to watch her leave.

"No." You whimpered in defeat and dropped to your knees, breaking down in tears as you felt like your world was crumbling around you and there was nothing you could do to fix it. There wasn't even anyone who could help you through it anymore.

*

Carol was right. Things did get a lot worse after that, in a lot of different ways. Your heartbreak was the worse thing. You spent every moment you weren't in school curled up in bed, soaking your sheets and pillows with tears, scolding yourself for everything that had gone wrong. You knew, deep down, that it wasn't you fault, that it was Carol who was entirely in the wrong but you found it impossible to hate her. It would have been so much easier if you had been able to. It might have hurt less.

School was a much worse place to be. You saw Carol every day but a word was never passed between you. Anytime you caught her eye she looked away quicker than you could read her so it was hard to tell if she still hated you. All you knew was you weren't her favourite person. That was one thing, but the bullying was something else. It was relentless, ranging from everything between graffitied slurs on your locker to being shoved into them. Your grades dropped and your mental health declined with it.

"Move, fag." You gave a low 'oof' as you were tripped into the railings along the stairs. You held your stomach and winced at the instant throbbing pain there. You avoided the eyes you knew were on you but when you risked a glance up you saw the blonde you weren't sure if you were avoiding or not. You held her gaze longer than you had since she had broken your heart, your breath catching in your throat when you saw the undeniable pity written across her face. In that moment you found yourself wanting to go up to her. What you would do or say you weren't sure of, maybe it would have come to you got there.

You took a bold step forwards until you were cut off by a junior who gave you the first friendly smile you had seen in a while. You didn't trust it at all, like it was a mask worn by the devil himself to trick you. "Hey." He greeted. You opened your mouth to speak but you had no clue of what to say. "I just wanted to say I thinks it's pretty cool what you did." He said simply.

"What I did?" You asked slowly and he nodded back with the same smile.

"The picture." He clarified. You clenched your jaw and peered over at the blonde who was still watching you cautiously. "I know it wasn't you choice to have it taken or anything." He rushed when he noticed your defensive stance. "And I can't imagine what you're going through right now." He added with a sympathetic look. "But seeing you guys together in a town that isn't exactly the best place for it has given a lot of us a some hope. Most of the world is becoming more acceptant, it's only a matter of time before things change here too, even if you're not here when it does." He shrugged before getting distracted by someone in the corridor. "Plus you guys are a cute couple." Ouch. He smiled at you and waved at his friend as he made to leave.

"I gotta go but I hope I see you around." You nodded slightly as you pondered his words. You glanced at Carol and was surprised to still see her standing by her locker, it felt like some strange stand off and you wondered if she had heard what the junior had said to you. She wasn't that far away by the corridor was beginning to get crowded and loud.

You made to walk towards Carol but the second you did she took off like a startled deer. You sighed as you watched her go. Maybe it was for the best that you stay out of each other's way after all. Despite whatever the hell had just happened, the blonde's last words to you played as clear as ever in your head. They still made your heart ache as much as it did the first time around.

Things didn't change between you and Carol after that. It was hard, near impossible on some days, but you started to try and get over her. You didn't want to forget and you certainly didn't want to regret it because until the end, your relationship with Carol was the best thing that ever happened to you. Knowing that made it so much harder to move on. Not to mention a large part of you didn't even want to. You loved Carol. Making yourself fall out of love with her was just as difficult as when you had tried to stop yourself falling in love her nearly a year prior.

Given the absence of progress between you and the Captain, you honestly thought you were hallucinating when she called your name one day after school. You spun around in every direction to find her, something that wasn't that hard when she came jogging towards you. "Can we go somewhere more private?" She asked as she glanced at the onlookers. You nodded quickly, your mouth and throat feeling far too dry for you to even attempt to speak.

You walked in an extremely awkward silence towards the field. You were waiting for Carol to speak first and you were hoping she wasn't thinking that you would do the same thing given she had approached you. Unless she had done it on a whim, you really hoped not. It was only when you were alone that she piped up.

"I'm sorry." She blurted out. You glanced at her in surprise, an apology was the last thing you were expecting. "I'm so so sorry. I was so stupid- beyond stupid. What I did was something I promised I never would and I hate myself every moment for it." You stared at the blonde blankly as she continued to ramble away. You had never seen her so frantic and you were so taken off guard by it you didn't have a chance to notice the irony of what was happening and how drastically the roles had been reversed.

"I was just so scared and that's not an excuse I'm just trying to explain." She paused to peer at you properly, waiting to see if you really understood that. You gave her another weak nod. "I didn't know what to do. It felt like I couldn't trust anyone and I got defensive to try and protect myself. I didn't mean any of it. Anything. Especially about not finding the secret hard." That was something you had been longing to hear but once you did you couldn't bring it in yourself to believe her. "There were days I had to stop myself screaming in the corridors or in the cafeteria that I was in love with you. It was even harder not being able to hug or kiss you whenever I wanted to." You listened on intently.

"I just wanted what was best for you and I didn't know what that was." She admitted. You had the sudden strong urge to reach out and hug Carol, but you also wanted to walk away. You didn't get much chance to consider your options because a group of Carol's old friends came sauntering around the corner, eyes lighting up at the sight of you and the Captain.

"Don't stop on our account." One of them snickered.

"If you're gonna dyke out you might as well make a show out of it." Another added. Your skin crawled in discomfort and Carol noticed instantly.

"Fuck off." She spat but the group ignored her.

"You know you probably just haven't had the right dick." The first one said as he eyed you up and down. You backed up and found yourself moving closer to Carol. "I'm sure I could make you straight again." He mused sickeningly and made to grab your wrist but the blonde stepped in front of you.

"I said fuck off. No one wants your two inches, Walker." She challenged and got an instant reaction. He went to swing at Carol but she swiftly kneed him in the groin before he got the chance, barely able to stop herself smirking when he doubled over with a groan. The blonde turned to you and jumped forwards when she saw one of the other boys go to grab you.

"You get the fuck away from her." Acting on pure instinct and adrenaline, Carol swung her fist forwards and caught the jock in the jaw with a crunch. The other boys looked between the two injured and Carol, quickly making their call in grabbing their friends to leave.

Carol turned to you swiftly with worry and concern on every inch of her face. "Are you alright?" She asked as her eyes scanned you for any signs of injury. You gave a shaky yes, avoiding Carol's gaze. "Fuck, this is the kind of thing I was always afraid of, above everything else." She said as she ran a hand through her hair. You caught sight of her red fist and without any thought, took ahold of her hand gently. You ran your fingers over the redness softly, not realizing you were crying until a tear dropped down onto Carol's hand. At the sight of it you broke down crying more.

"Oh ba- y/n." The blonde sighed, heart breaking in smaller pieces at the sight of you. It hurt even more to see when she wasn't sure if she could hug you or not. Luckily for her she didn't have to feel useless for long because you reached out for her and clung onto her jacket as you buried your face into her chest, crying harder. "I've got you. It's okay, they're gone." She cooed. "I'll never let anyone hurt you again." You knew she was thinking of herself more than the boys when she said that.

You stood like that for a while, crying against Carol as she rubbed your back and continued to whisper reassurances to you. "Promise." You hiccuped between sniffles.

"I promise." She said instantly. You slowly pulled away to read Carol properly, watching closely for any tell of a lie and finding none. "Could you give me another chance?" The blonde asked, barely above a whisper as she feared your response. She would respect it entirely if you said no, but she really hoped you wouldn't. "There won't be anymore secrets and I'll never be a dick to you ever again."

"I'm scared." You admitted and Carol nodded tightly as she fought back tears herself.

"Me too." She admitted. "We don't have to stay here." You lifted your head up to look at Carol clearly and she continued. "We could leave, go where ever we want. There's only a couple months left of this shithole."

"A couple months." You repeated. Carol nodded encouragingly, desperate to find a bright side and winning point.

"Could you do a couple more months here?" She asked carefully and you nodded after a few seconds.

"Lets do it." You said with a sharp intake of breath.

"Fuck, really?" She laughed lightly and you found yourself doing the same.

"Yeah." You smiled. "I can't stop loving you and I don't want to." Tears started to fall down Carol's cheeks. You cupped her face gently and wiped the tears away with your thumbs. The blonde's own hands held yours as she smiled down at you.

"I love you too." With a sudden, unexpected, burst of confidence, you leaned forwards and kissed Carol longingly. She deepened the kiss instantly and wrapped her arms around your waist to keep you as close as possible, like she never wanted to let you go again.

"Everything's gonna work out." She whispered once she pulled away to rest your foreheads together.

"Of course it is." You smiled softly. "You'll be with me."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

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[wayward-dreamer]

Crush Worthy

Square/s Filled: Coach!Dean - @spnaubingo​ / Free space - @anyfandomfluffbingo​ / "sunk sinks down, no curfew, twenty questions, we tell the truth" - @taylorswiftbingo​ / forehead kiss - @spndeanbingo​

Pairing: Coach!Dean x Female!Teacher!Reader

Word count: 2,288

Summary: Y/N's high school crush comes back as a coach to the school she works at. A school they both attended when they were young, and he had no idea who she was. Or at least that's what she thought.

Warnings: Swearing, brief angst, talk of divorce, high school memories, mostly fluff.

A/N: I really like how this turned out, and I hope you do too! As always, happy reading and enjoy! :)

Pouring the steaming coffee into a mug, Y/N took a seat at one of the tables in the staff room. With a large pile of papers to grade, she knew she would have to multi-task with them and listen during the morning staff meeting. There was apparently someone new coming in as coach for the football team, and while she planned to be friendly, she ultimately didn’t really care when she had so much work to get done. With her coffee in one hand and red pen in the other, she started, completely distracted as the principal walked in and started the meeting.

She’d glance up every now and then, make it look like she was paying attention, but it wasn’t until she heard the principal utter the name of the new coach that her head jerked up, eyes wide as he walked in.

Dean Winchester.

“Dean’s a past student as well, like a few of you, and we’re really glad to have him…”

Y/N never thought she’d see him again in a million years. He was practically a ghost story around town after high school finished and he left soon after. He was the star quarterback, dated the captain of the cheer squad, and never knew Y/N existed. Though his friends had certainly said a few choice words to her during those days. No matter how much she had tried to hate him, he was completely crush worthy back then, and nothing had changed as she watched him shaking hands with teachers.

Her gaze wandered over his physique, his white polo shirt tight across his chest and arms, the edge over dark khaki pants. He had clearly grown more into his looks, which is saying something considering he was already a heartthrob in school. Sitting forward, she put her head down and got back to her work, determined to not be distracted by him again. She would often find herself daydreaming in class whenever he would walk in, late of course, and she always got in trouble for staring off into space.

“Y/N.”

Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and knew it was too good to be true to be able to ignore him. Lifting her head, she saw him smiling down at her before he took the seat across the table, crossing his leg as he sat back.

“It’s been a long time,” he stated, a smirk appearing on his face.

“Not long enough,” she mumbled under her breath, looking down at the essay in front of her.

He huffed a small laugh, hearing her clearly. “Still a firecracker.”

“Still?”

“You haven’t changed a bit,” he said, leaning forward with his forearms against the table, his hands clasped as he stared into her eyes.

Y/N felt her cheeks heating up under his gaze, but quickly stood up and gathered all her students’ papers in her hands. “That kind of observation would’ve required you noticing me in the first place, Winchester.”

Without giving him a chance to hit her with a witty remark, she made a beeline for the staff room door and made her way down the halls. She had no interest in going down memory lane, especially when she didn’t have the best high school experience.

She’d act professional, but there was just no way she was going to give Dean Winchester even a second of her time.

The next few weeks passed in the same way. Dean would try to start up a conversation whenever he saw her, and she’d give him one-word answers or none at all. She hoped he would just get the hint and give up, but she had to admire his persistence even if she found it frustrating. She wasn’t sure if he had some other agenda, that maybe he was trying to get her attention only to throw a milkshake in her face like one of the football guys did back in the day, but she had to remind herself that she wasn’t a teenager in high school anymore. She was a teacher, he was a coach, and they had grown since then.

A sunny day was welcomed by everyone, a nice change as they headed into colder weather and weren’t going to have days like this soon. Y/N sat outside at one of the lunch tables, taking her work and her food with her, hoping that the good weather would help with the dread of grading tests. If one more student got a question about the Civil War wrong, she was about to scream.

“Great weather, huh?”

Dean sat down on the bench across from her, turkey sandwich in hand as he smirked. Y/N sat back in disgust as she watched him glance over the tests laid out on the table.

“History, huh?” he muttered around a mouthful, shaking his head. “Could never stay awake in that.”

“Oh, trust me, I know,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I nearly had to swap seats with you because you weren’t paying attention, but I couldn’t-”

“Because of your glasses,” he finished her sentence, shocking her with the memory. “You couldn’t see anything from the back. I remember.”

“Y-You do?” she asked, her voice low as she continued to stare at him. Of all the things she was expecting him to say, that wasn’t one of them.

He gave her a firm nod. “Yeah, I mean… I felt bad that Ms. Jones singled you out.”

“Well, it was forever ago, so you’re forgiven,” she stated, sighing. “I just… can’t believe you remember that.”

“I remember plenty of things about you,” he countered, leaning forward on his forearms as he looked into her eyes.

“Really?” she asked, raising an eyebrow, sceptic about what he just revealed.

“Yeah,” he replied, easily as he shrugged his shoulders. “You didn’t give a shit about what people thought about you, and uh, well I guess I wish I was more like that. Wouldn’t be in the mess I’m in now if I was.”

She frowned, watching him dust the crumbs from his sandwich off his fingers. “You and Suzy?” She had guessed that they were still together after high school, but clearly something had gone wrong.

“Divorced, three months ago,” he stated, a huffed, bitter laugh leaving him. “Moved back home to get away from her, now I’m staying with Sam and his family until I can get back on my feet.”

“Dean,” she breathed, her voice soft as she tilted her head to make eye contact with him. “I’m really sorry.”

One side of his mouth pulled up, nodding slowly. “Gotta start fresh somehow, right? Plus, it’s got perks, Eileen’s a good cook.”

Y/N chuckled. “You and food.”

“Hey, it’s one of the two greatest pleasures in this world,” he declared, emphasizing his point by taking a bite of his sandwich.

“And what’s the other?” she asked.

He swallowed, looking at her pointedly as he smirked. “I gotta spell it out for ya? Draw a diagram?” he winked.

“Oh my god,” she groaned, closing her eyes as she quickly realized. “We’re in school, Dean.”

“It’s not like they heard,” he observed, looking around the school grounds. “It’s not like they’re not already doing it, either.”

“Okay, that’s my cue,” she announced, standing up quickly and collecting the tests.

“Hey, come on, don’t leave,” he pleaded, his hand slipping over hers to stop her. “We were good, first time you haven’t looked at me with repulsion. I call that a win.”

“These aren’t gonna grade themselves,” she stated, flicking through the tests with her thumb.

“I’ll help,” he offered, his smirk turning into a grin as he knew he had her. “Just you know… give me the answer sheet.”

Y/N bit into her lip as she thought about it for a moment. For once he hadn’t gotten on her nerves, and she found herself thinking about those days when she wanted nothing more than for him to notice her. Now he finally had, and it felt genuine. She just hoped she was right.

There was only one way to find out for sure.

“Okay,” she whispered, sitting down again and handing over half the pile to him, followed by the answer sheet. “Let me know if you can’t decipher someone’s handwriting…”

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” he muttered, smiling at her before he looked down at the papers.

Feeling her cheeks heat up and butterflies in her stomach from the pet name, she put her head down and got to work, trying to ignore whatever she was feeling.

Y/N’s heels clicked against the path as she walked towards the football field. She watched as Dean yelled different instructions to the team, the boys moving with each play their coach called out. She sat down on the first bench of the bleachers, crossing one leg over the other as she stared down at the post-it note Dean had left on her desk.

Come by after practice. Something I wanna show you.

- D

It had been a couple of weeks since she first let her guard down with him, and things had actually been really good. They were spending almost all their lunches together, talking and laughing as they reminisced about the past. He had apologized on behalf of anything the guys had said to her back then, but she couldn’t accept it when he wasn’t the one who had done anything wrong. She was very much crushing on him again, as much as she was trying not to, but with those green eyes and kind smile how could she stop herself?

She lifted her head as she heard Dean blew his whistle in one long breath, calling the end of practice.

“Alright, nice work! Hit the showers!”

Dean spotted Y/N standing up from the bench, wearing a maroon dress and black heels, causing a smirk to grow on his features as he walked towards her. She felt her heart beating faster as he came towards her, the school’s red jacket over the polo shirt and his own dark blue jeans. They stood in front of each other for a moment, their eyes locked as they both thought of something to say.

“Ready?” he asked.

“For what?” she laughed.

Offering his hand, she placed hers in it, feeling her heart skip a beat as his fingers closed over. They walked back to his office to pick up his car keys before they left the school building. He led her over to his car and helped her in before walking around to the driver’s side. She turned to look at him, wondering what he had up his sleeve as he pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the street.

They drove just to the outskirts of town, the open highway ahead of them until Dean turned down a dirt road. They slowly came to a stop at a clearing, the sun beginning to set behind the trees in the distance, bathing the sky in hues of pink and purple. He got out of the car just as she did, taking her hand once more and helping her sit on the hood as they looked up at the sky.

“So… what’s going on?” she asked, nudging her arm into him.

“You have to guess,” he replied, smirking.

“What? I don’t-” she shook her head, huffing a small chuckle as she couldn’t understand what he was trying to do. “Okay… twenty questions?”

“Sure,” he agreed, still grinning.

“Okay… is it something I can see?” she asked, glancing around them at the clearing.

“Nope,” he muttered, smugly.

“Is it something small?” she questioned.

“Yes,” he replied.

“Okay… something I can touch?”

“Yeah.”

“Something I can eat?”

“No.”

Y/N continued trying to guess what he was talking about until she finally gave up. There was just no way that she was going to get it.

“Alright, fine,” he gave in, reaching into his pocket and taking out a small, rectangular box. He glanced up at her as he opened it, watching the disbelief flash across features.

“Oh my God, how-how did you-” She took the box from him, lifting the silver necklace out, her thumb running over the small, dragonfly pendant that hung from it. “I lost this, how do you have this?” she asked, shaking her head in shock.

“You dropped it after a P.E. class and I was going to get it to you, but I guess I forgot. Then I thought I lost it too, but I found it in a box of my stuff a few days ago,” he explained, looking between the necklace and her.

He took it from her hands and opened the clasp, reaching behind her neck and locking it in place. As he drew back, his face was close to hers, their eyes peering into each other’s. She never thought that when he first joined as coach that this would be the outcome, but she couldn’t hold in how she felt anymore. Y/N leaned in, pressing her lips to his in a soft kiss, a moan escaping her as he cupped her cheeks in his hands, the kiss becoming deeper.

It was exactly how she had imagined it would be, all those years ago when she would daydream in class. No. It was even better because it was actually happening.

Dean pulled away first, leaning up and pressing his lips to her forehead in a light kiss, making her smile. “Never dreamed we’d be here, huh?”

“I did, but…” She smiled, lifting her head to look into his green eyes, falling deeper for him than she ever had back then.

“I’m really glad it’s finally real.”

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[takanyakis]

“They put me in here just for being late…”

SCHOOL STARTERS. ✧  accepting !

❝   Really ?  Just for that one time ?  Yikes — that’s pretty harsh… I used to come to homeroom late all the time.  ❞

               BEFORE  I started getting those car rides.

               She pushes that thought aside, barely skipping a beat; she’s pretty used to those pesky, intrusive little asides by now. 

❝   Well, maybe you can still make the most out of it. I bet detention’s toootally new to you… Maybe you’ll see something inspiring ?   ❞   She offers with a confident smile, but inwardly she highly doubts it. Then again, he found inspiration in her… So, really, anything was possible.

[emeren]

zoom call- eren jaeger

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader 

word count: 1.7k

content warnings: smut, 18+, very slight degradation, voyeurism if you squint (not really though)

notes: i wrote this a couple months back before that video went viral on tik tok, but it was the only completed draft i had, so here we go! very rushed but hope you enjoy :) (also my first time writing smut lol) 

SUMMARY: eren is a little shit when it comes to letting you focus on your zoom classes, especially when you make it obvious you’re trying to ignore him

you lazily rubbed your eyes in response to the bright computer screen. the eight thirty lecture time was starting to wear down on your motivation. you sat, half asleep in front of your laptop, gaze drearily focused on the professor’s face. 

school had become utterly disengaging; hours spent scrolling through your phone and blatantly ignoring your professors. you briefly wondered if class was really worth it at all anymore. 

as your professor began to delve into their lecture on calculus, you could hear your boyfriend in the other room as he began to stir awake. you felt pretty bad, in all honesty. for as long as you’d known eren, he’d made it obvious that he loved nothing more than to sleep in. no matter how quiet you tried to be, it seemed like you woke him up earlier than he wanted every single morning. 

you cringed as you heard the bedroom door creak open, followed by the sound of his muffled footsteps. 

double checking that your mic and camera were indeed off, you turned to see your boyfriend standing sleepily in the doorway. his hair was down and messy; body only adorning a pair of grey sweatpants that sat tantalizingly low on his hips. his teal eyes were squinted with a tired annoyance. 

“sorry, did i wake you up again?” you whispered, despite the fact that no one on the zoom call could hear you. eren’s face creased into a frown at the question. 

“yeah, but s’alright,” he responded, voice thick with slumber. you offered an apologetic smile before turning back to your lecture. eren quietly left the room as you resulted to writing down some half-hearted notes, your brain absently drifting towards your plans for the weekend. 

about ten minutes had passed when you felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around your shoulders, eren’s lips meeting your cheek in a morning greeting. 

his minty breath fanned across your face; you could see that he’d pulled his hair back into a messy knot from his reflection on the computer screen. though his warm gesture made your stomach erupt in butterflies, you were determined to pay attention to the class in front of you. eren took notice. 

“trying to stay focused, hm?” he mumbled as his mouth began to trail down to your neck, peppering the skin with light kisses. you groaned in slight annoyance, attempting to push him away.

“i need to take notes, eren,” you reprimanded. eren didn’t seem so easily swayed, however. 

his mouth found its way back to your neck, beginning to gently suck on the soft skin. you felt your face warm up at the sensation, an all too familiar ache between your legs. curse your boyfriend for being so goddamn horny all the time. 

“go ahead, m’not stopping you,” eren whispered hotly against the skin. you bit your lip as you tried to remain focused on whatever your teacher was talking about, but the words were going in one ear and out the other.

his warm lips began to shift down towards your collarbone and the place where your shirt interrupted the flow of bare, kissable flesh. 

eren’s large hand ran smoothly over the expanse of your right arm before coming up to cup your breast and giving it a generous squeeze. his nimble fingers pinched at your nipple through the fabric of your shirt, causing you to emit a low moan. your eyes snapped to his face in embarrassment over the noise.

eren had a smug look on his face, like he had just won some unspoken argument, the little shit. you glared up at him as he stood to his full height, teal eyes glancing to the computer screen as he momentarily considered something. 

“your camera is off, right?” he asked huskily. you swallowed before nodding. his question could only confirm what you already suspected he was going to do. 

placing either hand on the arm rests of the chair, eren leaned leaned over your body and glowered down at you. “good. can’t have anyone else seeing you the way i do, can we?” 

eren’s possessiveness sent a warm feeling down your spine. the thought of being his and his alone was enough to have you on your knees. you burned with anticipation as he feverishly brought his mouth down to meet yours. 

the kiss was heated and wet, his tongue lapping at your lips as it slipped into your mouth. you sighed contentedly at the sensation. acting on a sudden impulse, you wrapped your lips delicately around his tongue and began to suck gently on the exposed muscle, eliciting a loud groan from eren’s throat. as you pulled away, you saw his dilated pupils snap to the string of saliva connecting your lips. 

“take your shirt off,” you did as you were told, pulling the fabric from your body. eren’s eyes quickly scanned the expanse of your chest; his hungry stare causing the spot between your legs to throb. he dropped to his knees before you, making sure to maintain eye contact as he slowly brought his head to your chest, mouth desperately latching onto your breast. 

his tongue swirled around your hardened nipple, a small whimper clawing its way up your throat. you leaned your head back as you felt eren’s lips curl into a smirk at the sound. his teeth carefully grazed the nub before he pulled back; face slightly flushed and still so very smug.  

his large hands slowly lifted to the hemline of your sweatpants, cold fingertips grazing your hipbone. he looked up to you as he hooked his fingers under the waistline whilst jutting his chin upwards. “up, baby.” 

you lifted yourself briefly from the chair as he pulled your sweatpants down, allowing them to pool around your ankles. as you went to sit back down, you caught your reflection in the computer screen, wincing. it felt unbelievable that you were completely exposed while your zoom class continued in the background. you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over your body and had half a mind to tell eren to stop. 

the moment of doubt passed breathlessly as eren’s awfully cold and awfully long middle and ring fingers pushed past your underwear and teased at your entrance. your lack of attention must’ve been apparent; eren’s free hand coming up to roughly grip your chin, forcing you to look down at him. 

“pay attention, pretty girl,” he growled, teal eyes glinting seriously. his fingers teasingly swiped up to your clit, collecting your slick as they travelled upwards. you sucked in a breath as he brought the digits back down, circling around your cunt before slowly pumping inside. 

you meekly nodded your head, unable to form a coherent sentence as he curled his fingers upwards, hitting the warm spongey spot that made your toes curl. your body began to heat up, watching eren’s beautiful face as he fucked you with his fingers. his chin was turned slightly upward, lips parted. his digits slid in and out of you, picking up speed as a soft moan left your lips. 

“such a wet little bitch,” eren hissed as he shifted to gain more leverage. the pressure in your core began to build, only amplified by the addition of his thumb on your sensitive clit. “fuck, you’re so hot like this. should we show the class your pretty little cunt, hm?”

you closed your eyes as the warmth started to spread from between your legs into your stomach, release on its way. his fingers began to slow, a whine bubbling up from your throat.

“eren..” you whimpered, watching a scowl form on his face. his fingers pulled out completely from inside of you, the lack of contact making you ache in need. 

still gripping your jaw, he forced you to watch as he placed his long fingers between his lips, slowly sucking the remnants of you from himself. you bit your lip to repress a moan at the slight of his tongue gliding over his knuckles. he was hot and he knew it. 

he leaned forward, pulling your face down as he stood. his grip on your jaw tightened, forcing your mouth to pop open. he spat directly in your mouth, the warm liquid pooling on your tongue as he stared down at you.

“swallow,” he demanded, waiting as you let the bitter yet saccharine liquid slide down your throat. pleased, he released his grip on your jaw, a slight stinging where his fingers had rested. “good girl.”

his hands came up to the hemline of his sweatpants, gingerly yanking them down along with his boxers. you felt heat rush to your face as his cock came up to slap against his stomach. 

“can you stand up for me, pretty?” you nodded, eyes wide as his hand came down to lazily pump his dick. standing, you stepped out of your sweatpants and pulled your panties down, kicking them both to the side. 

eren’s eyes glanced to your laptop once more, pushing it as far back on the wooden desk as it would go. before you had the chance to question his motives, he roughly gripped your hips and spun you around, pressing you down onto the table. the cool surface made you shiver. 

his hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your neck to crane uncomfortably backwards. you could feel him positioning the tip of his cock at your entrance, the throbbing desire in you preparing itself to be stretched. he hesitated, staring at you darkly.

“beg for it,” eren’s voice was laced with a deep desire, eyes clouded with lust. you looked back at him through your lashes, lips slightly parted as his chest heaved. he could tell you were trying to rile him up. he yanked your hair slightly in retaliation. “beg for my cock to fuck you, baby.” 

“please,” you mewled, the aching in your cunt all to aware of him at your entrance, teasing you. eren raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. you swallowed deeply, the sound amplified by the strain of your craned neck. “please fuck me. fuck me so hard, eren.” 

a smirk danced across his features before he slowly stuffed himself inside of you, stretching and embedding within you. you hissed out in discomfort, never really getting accustomed to the sheer size of him. the slight pain started to dissipate as leaned forward while pulling your head back further by your hair. his hot breath fanned across the shell of your ear. 

“if you’re loud enough, i’ll let you cum,” with that, he dropped your hair and began to roughly buck his hips forward, the full feeling making your stomach burn. you moaned loudly as he slammed into you, picking up pace and stretching you nice and good.

his grunts were low and primal, melding with the sound of his hips smacking into your ass, hands burning prints into the skin on your waist. you felt yourself clench around his dick as he thrusted particularly deep, hitting that sweet spot that made tears prick your eyes. 

“you’re so pretty for me,” he grunted breathlessly. his pounding began to speed up, the sensation beginning to curdle in your cervix as you let out a string of curse words. eren fisted your hair again, the follicles stinging angrily as he brought his other hand forward to stuff his first two fingers in your mouth. 

the skin was warm and salty as you desperately sucked on his knuckles, frantic for the release you were craving as he abused your cunt. he pressed his fingers down on your tongue, allowing your mouth to fill with hot saliva. he groaned loudly at the sensation, his hips beginning to buck more senselessly. 

“pretty, pretty girl,” he moaned out, fingers pulling from your lips and bringing the saliva down your chin. you could feel your release fast approaching, aided by eren’s deep, purposeful thrusts that had you seeing stars. 

with one final plunge of his cock deep within your cunt, the release of dopamine crashed over your body, eren twitching as you unraveled around him. with a couple more sloppy thrusts, he was filling you up all nice with his cum, throaty groans ripping from his chest. 

the two of you sat in a breathy silence, cooling down from your highs together. eren pulled out, smiling lightly at the sight of his seed dripping from between your legs. he leaned forward, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

“better catch up on your notes, babe.” 

<3 <3 <3

[the-al-chemist]

Artemis Hexley and the Portrait of the Vault

Chapter 24: The End

A/N: As the school year finishes, Artemis finds that several things are coming to an end. Or are they? Warnings: discussion of betrayals/abandonment/violence, DMCs and a little bit of heartache.

The three days that followed the events of the Buried Vault and preceded the end of term passed in a blur. Professor Dumbledore had been right about Artemis’ friends being affected by what had happened.

Merula had spent the whole time swearing revenge on Professor Rakepick and demanding to be discharged from the Hospital Wing, much to the chagrin of Madam Pomfrey; Charlie had been disappearing at regular intervals, presumably flying to the Forbidden Forest in an attempt to clear his head; and Ben had been acting as if nothing was bothering him at all, which wouldn’t have been quite so strange if it had been anyone other than Ben acting this way. Bill was quiet, and barely spent any time with the Hufflepuff girls, not that Penny seemed to mind. She was just happy to have her sister back and safe, although Beatrice was timid and jumpy, and barely uttered a word.

As for Artemis herself, she had mixed emotions - most of which she was trying her best to push away. However, with no Quidditch, no Curse-Breaking, and no revision to throw herself into, she had very little to distract her from the feelings of anger, guilt, confusion, and apprehension that kept entering her consciousness at seemingly random intervals. She spent most of the time with Rowan, Tonks, and Tulip, to whom she had recounted the story of the Buried Vault at length. Despite the fact that both Tulip and Rowan had never really trusted Rakepick in the first place, they had nevertheless been shocked to hear of her betrayal, and of Jacob’s.

The true nature of what transpired inside the Cursed Vault and the portrait chamber hadn’t been revealed to most of the school, but Rakepick had been reported to the Auror office, and the Daily Prophet had named her as a Dark Witch at large. Artemis and her friends had been reading the newspaper each morning, and by Saturday there had still been no leads as to her whereabouts.

“None at all?” Tonks asked, her eyebrows furrowing, interrupting Rowan as she read aloud. Rowan looked at her over the top of the newspaper.

“None whatsoever,” she said. “Rita Skeeter is calling it ‘a concerning failure of the magical justice and education systems’. Apparently Dumbledore has declined an interview.”

“I’m not surprised,” muttered Tulip. “Rita Skeeter is famous for twisting people’s words around when she interviews them. My parents had a terrible time a few years ago with a problem in their department at the Ministry. Dad hates the woman.”

“I’m not too keen on her either,” Artemis sighed, thinking about the libellous book Rita Skeeter had written about her family five years previously. “Oh, well. At least it gives people something to talk about.”

“Oh, yes,” Penny nodded her head. “It’s all anyone’s been talking about. That and the fact that you and Barnaby aren’t talking at the moment.”

“Really? Our teacher is wanted by the Aurors, and people are more interested in my relationship?”

“Well, it’s true. You and Barnaby have barely spoken a word to each other in days. People were bound to start noticing that.”

Artemis pursed her lips. Barnaby was the one person she had yet to talk to about what had happened in the Buried Vault, and for some reason, she wasn’t looking forward to talking to him. As a result, the two of them had barely seen each other since he had asked to accompany Artemis to the Cursed Vault, other than making brief and awkward eye contact at mealtimes.

“Penny’s right. You can’t avoid him forever, you know,” Rowan said, as Barnaby looked their way, smiled, and quickly turned his attention back to the Slytherin table, clearly not wanting to make eye contact.

“I’m not avoiding him,” Artemis replied, half-truthfully. “Besides, he’s not speaking to me, either. Maybe he doesn’t want-”

“You need to talk to him, Artemis. We get the train home tomorrow, you can’t leave for the summer with things like this between you.”

Artemis sighed. Rowan was right. She watched the Slytherins eat their breakfast, barely touching her own, and when she saw Barnaby and his friend Liz rise from the table, she got up and followed them out into the entrance hall.

“Barnaby,” she called after him. He stopped and turned around, and the two of them stood and stared at each other in silence. “Can we, um… Do you want to go for a walk with me?”

“Yes,” Barnaby nodded. “When?”

“Now?”

Barnaby looked across at Liz as if he were asking permission for something. Liz shrugged and walked away wordlessly, throwing a dark look over her shoulder at Artemis as she did so. Now that Barnaby and Artemis were alone, neither of them knew what to say or do.

“So-”

“What-”

“Sorry. You go first.”

“No, it’s…” Barnaby frowned deeply. “Where do you want to walk to?”

“Just around the grounds is fine,” Artemis said, and the two of them set off, silently walking side-by-side past the grand staircase, over the paved courtyard, and out of the clocktower entrance, over the stone bridge and down to the castle grounds.

The weather was fair, the sun still high in the sky, patterned with tattered white clouds. A light breeze was blowing, sending ripples through the long, lush grass and making the trees at the edge of the Forbidden Forest sway ever so slightly. They stopped by a group of stones arranged in a circle, and sat with their backs against one of them, overlooking the pumpkin patch and the owlery.

“Are you looking forward to the summer?” Barnaby asked. “The holidays, I mean. It already is summer.”

“I know it is. I know what you meant,” said Artemis. “I’m not really looking forward to the summer, no.”

“Because of your mum?”

“Yeah. Sort of. I guess you’re not looking forward to going home, either.”

“No,” Barnaby looked at the pumpkin patch. He was quiet for a few moments before speaking again. “Are you worried about Rakepick after what she did in the Vault?”

“A bit,” Artemis frowned. “How did you know about what Rakepick did?”

“Charlie told me. He said that she attacked you and that you might be upset, so I should wait for you to talk to me about what happened instead of ask you.”

“Did he tell you about Jacob?”

“What about him?” Barnaby tilted his head to one side, and frowned. He didn’t know, so Artemis told him about what happened in the Cursed Vault. He listened, not saying anything, the crease in his forehead deepening. He remained quiet after she had finished. “Is that why you haven’t wanted to talk since then? Because of what happened?”

Artemis paused. She couldn’t lie to him. Not now.

“It’s not the only reason.”

“I thought not,” Barnaby looked at Artemis properly for the first time. His eyes were filled with an expression of deep hurt, and Artemis felt the knot of guilt in her chest tighten. “This is it, isn’t it? It’s the end. We’re going to break up.”

“I think so. Yes. I’m sorry,” said Artemis, and she meant it, too. Barnaby looked away and nodded.

“That’s okay.”

“It’s not that I don’t care about you, or anything. It’s just…” Artemis’ voice tailed off, and she bit her lower lip as she thought. “Everything is changing. I’m changing, too, I think, and-”

“I said it’s okay, Artemis.”

���Right. Well, I’m still sorry. And I still want to be your friend. I understand if you don’t want us to be friends anymore, though.”

“I do still want us to be friends,” Barnaby said, quietly. “Not just yet, though.”

“I get that. I really am very sorry, Barnaby.”

“I know you are.”

Barnaby’s smile was sweet, but sad. They stayed in the sun for a little while longer, not saying a word, or even knowing what to say. And then, both of them with a bruised feeling in their chests, they went their separate ways.

The End-Of-Year Feast was that evening. Despite the smile on Penny’s face as she sat next to her sister at the Hufflepuff table, Artemis found herself not enjoying the feast as much as she usually did.

“Are you okay, Artemis?” Chiara asked from across the table. “You’re very quiet.”

“Haven’t you heard? She broke up with Barnaby this afternoon.”

“Sure, Penny, that’s what it is,” scoffed Tonks. “Nothing to do with the fact that one of our teachers tried to do her in a couple of nights ago.”

Penny silenced Tonks with a look. Beside her, Beatrice was looking a little pale. Artemis pushed away her main course and helped herself to a slice of Bakewell tart instead. Rowan watched her with a curious expression in her doe-liked brown eyes.

“It’s because Bill’s leaving, too, isn’t it?” she whispered, once Penny, Tonks and Chiara were all safely engaged in their own conversations. Artemis nodded.

“It’s stupid. I know.”

“No, it’s not stupid.”

At the end of the feast, Artemis shepherded the first years back towards the dungeons, but was stopped from following them down the stairs from the by Bill himself, along with Charlie.

“We need to talk to you about something,” Bill said, and Artemis followed the Weasleys out into the entrance courtyard and onto the viaduct, from which they had a perfect view of the crescent moon shining on the Black Lake. “It’s my graduation tomorrow.”

“I know.”

“There’s a ceremony thing in the Great Hall just before dawn, and then afterwards, as the sun rises, we take the boats across the lake to the station before the carriages leave. It’s meant to only be for families, but I spoke to McGonagall, and she said that she’s happy to make an exception so you can watch, if you’d like to.”

Artemis frowned, blinking, and Bill continued.

“We also wrote home to Mum and Dad, and said that you might need a place to stay for the holidays,” he told her. Artemis looked at him, scarcely daring to believe what she thought he was saying. “We just thought that with your aunt and uncle not being here, you’d have to go back to your mum’s all summer, and after what happened with Jacob and Rakepick… Well, it just didn’t seem like it was a good idea for you to be back there.”

“You want me to stay at yours for the summer? The whole summer?” Artemis asked, and both boys nodded. “What about your family, won’t they mind?”

“Not at all.”

“Apparently Ginny’s already started sleeping on her bedroom floor, she’s so excited,” Charlie shook his head, his eyes fixed on the lake. Artemis laughed.

“That really won’t be necessary. I’m more than happy to sleep on the floor again.”

“So, that’s settled then. You’ll be staying with us, yeah?”

“Yeah. Yes please,” Artemis nodded. “As long as you don’t mind me going to visit Rowan for a week or so. I usually do, and I don’t want her to feel like I’m choosing you over her, or leaving her out, or anything.”

“Of course not. I’m sure she’d be welcome to stay for a few nights as well.”

Delighted, Artemis hugged both of the Weasley brothers in turn. Perhaps she didn’t need to worry so much about the year ending, after all.

As much as Artemis appreciated being invited to watch Bill’s graduation, she found herself feeling despondent throughout Dumbledore’s speech, even as Bill was presented with a medal for Magical Merit, due to a growing sense of uneasiness in her abdomen. The feeling only got stronger as she watched the seventh years board the wooden boats at the lakeshore, and float away from the castle. The shock of red hair she recognised as Bill’s got smaller and smaller as his boat got further away, until she could no longer see him at all.

Steeling herself against the tears that were threatening to form in her eyes, she turned to Charlie, who offered her a reassuring smile. His shoulders, however, were tense, and his face lined with resignation.

“We should go and get the carriages,” he said, just as Artemis opened her mouth to ask whether he was okay. “We don’t want to be stuck at school all summer.”

Artemis nodded. For once, she was actually looking forward to leaving Hogwarts. She raised her eyebrows at Charlie and grinned.

“Race you back?” she said, and the two of them ran up the boathouse steps to the castle, where the horseless carriages were waiting to take them back to Hogsmeade station. It was time for the Hogwarts Express to leave.

It felt like an eternity had passed before Artemis and the other prefects were allowed to stop patrolling the train so that they could change back into their Muggle clothes, but eventually, the rolling green countryside outside changed into urban London streets, and they felt the train slow down. As the Hogwarts Express pulled into Platform Nine and Three Quarters, Artemis caught sight of a small girl with flaming red hair chasing down the train as it came to its eventual stop. She smiled. She had a whole summer of this to look forward to.

First, though, she had to fetch her summer clothes, still stowed away in a drawer in her little attic bedroom at Lovelace Crescent. After hugging her friends goodbye - an activity that took several minutes - and leaving Fergus in the care of Charlie and Ginny to take back to the Burrow, Artemis and Bill walked through the streets of Camden Town to get to the canal path.

“I should’ve mentioned before,” said Bill, pulling Artemis’ trunk up over the edge of the pavement, “Dumbledore didn’t write to our parents about the Cursed Vault, and Charlie and I decided that it’s best not to tell Mum and Dad about it. Mum will only worry, and she wasn’t too happy about what happened with us all going to the Cursed Vault last year, either. So maybe don’t mention it when they’re around, if that’s alright?”

“Of course,” Artemis frowned. “What about Rakepick, though? Won’t it be risky for all of you if I’m at yours?”

“The whole Auror office are after Rakepick, it’s all over the Daily Prophet that she’s been exposed as a dangerous criminal. She’s not going to go chasing after you at our house.”

“I guess not.”

“Is that worrying you? Her coming after you?”

“Sort of. I dunno,” Artemis said, with a sigh. “I still can’t quite get my head around all of it, to be honest. What happened in the Vaults, with Rakepick, and with Jacob, and the whole thing with Duncan and R. I don’t know what to think anymore.”

“Yeah, it’s tough. It feels so strange that Rakepick helped me so much, and then could turn around to be like that. And Jacob, how he could just…” Bill paused and cleared his throat. “Artemis, I‘ve been meaning to ask you something, actually. What you said, in the Vault, did you mean that?”

“I said lots of things in the Vault, Bill.”

“You did, yes. But specifically, I’m talking about what you said about me being a better brother than your own.”

“Oh, that,” Artemis thought for a moment. “I mean, I was angry. I wanted to say something that would make Jacob want to stay, or hurt him. But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t mean it, because I did. At the time, I definitely did, I just don’t know how much I would have meant it at any other time, because I was so angry when I said it, if that makes sense?”

“Yes, it does. And I’m very touched that you meant it, even if it was just a bit,” Bill told her. He looked across and raised one eyebrow at her. “Penny mentioned that you ended things with Barnaby Lee.”

“Yeah.”

“What happened?”

“He told me he loved me.”

“What a git.”

Bill smirked, and Artemis pulled a face at him before frowning again.

“I dunno, Bill. He said it, and he wasn’t just saying it to be kind or anything, I could tell. He meant it, and I should have been happy, but instead just felt like I needed to get away from him,” she shrugged and shook her head. “Maybe it’s me. Maybe I’m not meant to be loved.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not! Look at my mum, and Jacob, and now-”

“Artemis, you are sixteen years old. Yes, you’ve had rubbish luck with your family, and you’ve just been let down by Jacob again and broken up with your first crush, but you can hardly rule out the whole concept of love forever,” Bill said, his sarcastic tone making Artemis roll her eyes. “I’m serious. You’re talking nonsense. I know plenty of people who love you, myself included.”

Artemis wrinkled her nose as she looked at Bill out of the side of her eyes, and he laughed, wrapping his arm around the back of her shoulders.

“Not like that, you numpty,” he laughed. “I just mean that… Well, it’s like you said in the Vault. You see me as a brother, and I see you in pretty much the same way.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. And like you said in the Vault, I’d like to think that I’ve been a better brother to you than Jacob,” Bill said, his face growing dark for a moment. “I know he’s your brother and everything, but I can’t say that he made the best first impression. If I was in his position, I’d never have left you in the Vault like that.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. And, look, I know I’m not going to be around all the time any more, but I want you to know that, just because I’m leaving Hogwarts, it doesn’t mean that I’m leaving you behind. This isn’t the end, okay?”

“Okay,” Artemis smiled. She knew that he meant it. She stopped and wrapped her arms around Bill’s waist, and he ruffled her hair so hard her head moved from side to side. “Hey! Stop it, Bill!”

“What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t try to annoy my second favourite sister every now and then?”

“Second favourite?” Artemis exclaimed, moving away from him. Bill snickered, and she shrugged, smirking mischievously. “Oh, well, that’s fine. You’re my second favourite of your brothers.”

“Ouch, that hurt. Don’t tell me that you prefer Charlie to me these days.”

“Charlie never messes up my hair.”

“I’m sure he would if you let him,” Bill’s grin widened as the expression on Artemis’ face changed from one of confusion, to realisation, to alarm. “I’m joking, Artemis!”

He went to ruffle her hair again, but this time she was ready, and fended him off. Their bickering continued as they walked through the market, along the canal path, and up the steps that lead to the corner of Lovelace Crescent.

“Maybe don’t come in,” Artemis said, taking her trunk from Bill. “I won’t be long, anyway, and I’ve never brought any friends from school home before. I don’t know if mum will want strangers in the house.”

She left Bill sitting on the grey steps outside the the front door, and dragged her trunk up to the attic. She stuffed as many summer clothes into her yellow rucksack as she could, before running back down the stairs. She could hear her mother in her study, and no doubt her mother could hear her too, but Sara Hexley did not come out to speak to her daughter.

Artemis was going to leave without saying anything, but something made her reconsider. Perhaps it was the disappointment she had felt when her mother had gone to America at Christmas without telling her, or the worry she’d had over Jacob’s unknown whereabouts all these years, or perhaps it was so that Jacob could contact her if he did find his way home, but for some reason, she returned to the attic once more.

She fetched a quill and inkpot from her trunk, ripped a page from a notebook on her bedside table, and scrawled out a message for her mother, telling her where she would be for the holidays, wishing her a good summer, and asking her if she would mind sending money to the Weasleys to pay for her food. She folded the note over, wrote her mother’s name in large letters on one side, and took it down to the front room, where she left it on the centre of the mantlepiece. Through the window, she could see Bill waiting patiently for her on the pavement. It was time to go.

She slung her bag over one shoulder and walked out of the house. She heard the front door click shut behind her, descended the grey steps outside, and joined Bill. They walked down Lovelace Crescent, past the terraced houses, and paused at the corner of the road.

“Shall we?” Bill asked, holding his arm out to Artemis, which she took. She cast one final look over shoulder at the house she’d grown up in, before turning back to Bill. She nodded her head and smiled.

There was a loud crack, and the two of them disappeared into the sunlight.

[bloody-bee-tea]

Hostage

Inspired by this prompt from Twitter

Jiang Cheng is disoriented. He doesn’t know where he is and he doesn’t know where he’s stumbling towards, but right now it doesn’t matter.

Right now he just needs to get away.

From Wen Qing and Wen Ning, but especially from Wei Wuxian who is planning something so horrifying that Jiang Cheng’s stomach churns with fear and horror at just the thought of it.

Jiang Cheng will not allow Wei Wuxian to rip his own core out just because Jiang Cheng is too weak and lost his.

He will not allow his brother to suffer the same.

But panic does not make for a good travel companion because Jiang Cheng is blindly stumbling along, his breath coming way too fast and his chest hurting in unfamiliar ways, though a very practical part of Jiang Cheng thinks that is something he’ll have to get used to.

It’s not like the wounds will heal without a trace as they would if he still had his core.

The thought about his lost—destroyed—core makes him sob again and not for the first time does Jiang Cheng wonder if it wouldn’t be easier to simply lay down and let nature do its thing.

There’s no sense in living like this.

Jiang Cheng stumbles and falls down, and he’s not fast enough to break his fall and he’s definitely not strong enough to get back up again, so he simply stays where he is.

The fall re-opened his wounds again, Jiang Cheng can feel the blood oozing out of the slashes, but he doesn’t care.

It hurts, and the empty spot inside of him hurts and everything is so hard.

He lets out a sob, and once he started, he can’t seem to stop. Jiang Cheng cries and cries, wondering if he’ll die here, if he should have stayed with Wei Wuxian and the Wens if he should have just let Wei Wuxian do what he wanted, and it all comes out in sobs and gulping breaths and whimpers.

Jiang Cheng doesn’t even feel ashamed anymore.

He is so unaware of his surroundings that he startles badly when someone suddenly yells out and the movement only upsets his wounds further.

“Hey, who is there?” someone asks and even if Jiang Cheng wanted to answer, he can’t find his voice.

It seems like his sobs are indication enough, though, because suddenly someone is standing over him.

Jiang Cheng almost hopes it’s a Wen who doesn’t recognize him so his death will be swift and painless.

“Jiang-gongzi?” the person asks, suddenly sounding alarmed and Jiang Cheng curls further into himself. “Nie-zongzhu, it’s Jiang Wanyin!” the person yells and all of a sudden there’s a flurry of activities around Jiang Cheng.

He tries to keep track of everything, but things are happening too fast and his mind is too slow.

“Jiang Wanyin,” Nie Mingjue says, appearing in front of Jiang Cheng and he sits him up, almost with no help from Jiang Cheng at all.

“Jiang Wanyin, we thought you are dead,” Nie Mingjue tells him and there’s a smile on his face almost as if he’s positively surprised.

Well, that’s not going to hold on for long, Jiang Cheng thinks, but then he sees the state Nie Mingjue is in and he frowns.

“Is that blood?” he asks and Nie Mingjue seems confused.

“Yes, but that doesn’t matter right now, what does matter is—”

“You are literally bleeding.”

“As are you, Wanyin,” Nie Mingjue gently gives back and pulls Jiang Cheng up to his feet. “Can you stand? Can you walk? Our camp is not far from here.”

“I—” Jiang Cheng starts but he doesn’t know.

He doesn’t know anything anymore, but he’s certain that he doesn’t want these people to know what happened to him.

Nie Mingjue will probably wish he’d left him laying where he was, instead of burdening himself with a useless Jiang Cheng.

“Come on, we have a healer with us,” Nie Mingjue says not waiting for Jiang Cheng’s answer and sweeps him right along.

Jiang Cheng is too exhausted to protest.

~*~*~

The healer bandages his chest again, and going by the burning questions in his eyes he noticed Jiang Cheng’s lack of a core and wants to ask a thousand questions, but Jiang Cheng glares him down.

It’s only when he’s left alone again that he relaxes, if only for a little bit. His siblings will no doubt know by now that he’s gone and he didn’t even get that far; word that Nie Mingjue found him will spread soon and before that happens Jiang Cheng has to figure out what he wants.

Not like he has much choice without a core, but still.

“Wanyin,” Nie Mingjue suddenly says from the entrance of the tent Jiang Cheng was led to and Jiang Cheng stiffens.

Of course his healer told him.

“What happened?” Nie Mingjue wants to know, coming fully inside the tent and throwing up silencing talismans.

At least no one else will have to hear how weak Jiang Cheng was.

“Lotus Pier burned,” Jiang Cheng rasps out, his voice still shot from his crying earlier and Nie Mingjue nods.

“We heard. I’m sorry for your loss,” he says, clearly knowing just how inadequate that is but soldering on anyway. “Your siblings?”

Jiang Cheng works his jaw at that, because he still can’t believe that after all the Wens have done to them Wei Wuxian would lead them right into the hands of other Wens.

“With Wen Qing and Wen Ning,” Jiang Cheng presses out and then it just bursts all out of him.

He tells Nie Mingjue everything; Lotus Pier, how he got captured, and held hostage, his time at Wen Chao’s hands, what he overheard Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian talk about.

By the end he feels drained and not for the first time he wonders if this is his life now. Aches all over and tired all the time. He is still not sure it’s something he can take.

“Wen Qing has a way to restore a core?” Nie Mingjue asks, suddenly thoughtful and Jiang Cheng nods. “And Wen Zhuliu got to you and burned your core out of you? And you survived?”

“I’m not sure I should have,” Jiang Cheng mutters and is not prepared for the fury that spreads over Nie Mingjue’s face.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Jiang Cheng scoffs right in his face, because he is no longer the heir of a Sect, no longer a cultivator at all and he doesn’t have to trouble himself with all these niceties.

“Just look at me! I’m useless now! There’s nothing I can do. I’m powerless and useless and just a waste of space. I should have died at Wen Chao’s hands because everything is better than this. I am nothing without my cultivation!”

The words ring out in his tent, and Nie Mingjue goes very still.

“If you really thought that to be true, you would have stayed. You would have let Wen Qing and Wei Wuxian do what they planned. But you didn’t. You left.”

“Because we need Wei Wuxian for this war,” Jiang Cheng hotly gives back. “He’s twice the cultivator I used to be and we need him.”

“We don’t need one single person for a war,” Nie Mingjue shoots back. “Maybe we would have needed you for the war, too, did you ever think about that?”

“I was useless before. I am even more useless now. Let’s not pretend.”

Nie Mingjue levels him with a look that makes Jiang Cheng uncomfortable down to the bones and he squirms in his seat.

“You think you’re no longer fit to be Sect Leader,” Nie Mingjue says after a long while and Jiang Cheng laughs.

“Of course not! Who would ever accept me as a Sect Leader? I am nothing!”

“Do you think every person who didn’t manage to form a golden core is worth less?” Nie Mingjue asks him and he seems honestly curious. “Do you think the common folk to be beneath us?”

Jiang Cheng works his jaw, because the answer is obvious, but he can’t say it. He is not ready to see or accept any kind of logic.

“If you truly think a cultivator is better than a person without a golden core, then I agree with you. You are nothing and you shouldn’t be around anymore,” Nie Mingjue heartlessly tells him. “But that’s not what you think or you would have said something.”

“Shut up!” Jiang Cheng hisses but Nie Mingjue only leans forward.

“Do you think you can only lead a Sect if you can fight?” he mercilessly asks him and Jiang Cheng is quick to nod.

Of course that’s the only way to lead a Sect. How will anyone ever respect him if he can’t even use a goddamn sword.

“You think Jin Guangshan got his position because he’s a good fighter? He has one of the weakest golden cores I have ever seen in my life. Your father wasn’t a good fighter, either, as sorry as I am about his passing. Still, they were Sect Leaders. Lan Qiren isn’t this beloved because he’s a good fighter; he’s a teacher and his strength lies in music, not his cultivation. Do you think all of them to be useless?”

“Stop,” Jiang Cheng whispers. “That’s different.”

“Is it?” Nie Mingjue wants to know and Jiang Cheng puts his hand over his ears in the most childish action he has allowed himself in years.

“Stop talking,” he begs and tears drop from his eyes when Nie Mingjue puts a hand to his neck.

“I heard about how you led the people out of the cave. About how you pushed yourself to your limits to get your brother and Wangji the help they needed. Huaisang speaks highly of you, Lan Qiren apparently hasn’t stopped talking about you since you left his classes and Lan Xichen is looking forward to seeing you grow into your place. You think that only means something because you have a core?”

“Yes,” Jiang Cheng chokes out, because it can’t be.

He can’t have worth if he doesn’t have a golden core.

“It doesn’t matter if you have a golden core or not,” Nie Mingjue finally outright tells him. “It only matters what you do with your life. Your father was not a fighter and he’s dead. Your mother was one and she’s dead, too. Innocent people died and bad people died. People who could fight and who couldn’t. The core has nothing to do with it. You matter. And it seems to me like you have an iron will.”

“I don’t. I’m weak,” Jiang Cheng sobs out, remembering how fast he broke under the whip, still hearing Wen Chao’s laughter in his ears.

“And yet you survived. You survived things that killed more talented people, stronger people. You survived what no one else survived before,” Nie Mingjue says. “I think that speaks of strength. And I also think that you have all the qualities it needs to be a good leader.”

The praise sinks warm into Jiang Cheng’s bones and he hates himself for it, how he’s always weak for a kind word.

But Nie Mingjue sounds like he means it, and Jiang Cheng doesn’t know him to lie and maybe, just maybe, he could be right.

“Wanyin, we have enough fighters. We need people who plan, who recruit, who make sure we have supplies, who keep up the morale of the warriors. We are lacking those people. Can you be one of them?” Nie Mingjue asks and Jiang Cheng sits up.

His chest is still throbbing and the hole in his body is threatening to swallow him whole, but Nie Mingjue looks at him as if he expects him to say yes, as if he can’t imagine anything else, as if he believes in Jiang Cheng, and Jiang Cheng nods.

“I can,” he says and it doesn’t feel as wrong as he feared.

He’ll just have to do the impossible.

(And he does.)

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I Hear a Symphony

Midoriya x fem!reader

Summary: Midoryia couldn’t tell the difference between romantic and platonic feelings. It took 4 conversations for him to realize how much you meant to him and how he had fallen completely and utterly in love with you.

⚠️ language

WC: 4,500

Eri was spending the day with class 1-a. You, Izuku and Eri were relaxing in the living room watching Disney movies. This time Eri wanted to watch her favorite, Frozen 2. The three of you were snuggled up on the couch together; you were seated to the right of Deku and Eri was to his left. He had both of his arms wrapped around the two of you.

“Hey izuku, what time is it?” you asked.

He picked up his phone, “4:25”

“Shit, I’m studying with Yaomomo and Tsu in five minutes,” you promptly stood up and grabbed your phone. “I gotta go, see ya later guys” you waved as you jogged to the elevator.

Eri and Deku stayed in the living room watching the movie. He was really glad that Eri took a liking to you. At first when Eri started to visit the 1-a dorm she was shy and mostly stayed with Deku, and sometimes Uraraka, Tsu, and Kirishima because they were familiar to her after the overhaul mission. But after a short while she started to open up and talk to his other classmates; especially you.

“Hey deku, what is a girlfriend?” Midoriya’s eyebrows raised, “Huh? What got you thinking about that?”

“Someone in lemillion’s class said they had a girlfriend.” Oh well that made a lot more sense.

“Well um a girlfriend, a girlfriend is,” he wasn’t sure how to explain it, he’s never had a girlfriend before. He also didn't want to explain it in a way that she would be confused or misinterpret what he said. He glanced up at the tv . . . Wait, that's it!

“I know, it’s like Anna and Kristoff. So you know how they fall in love and get married at the end of the movie?” He asked.

“Yea”

“Well before they get married they’re dating, and when a girl and a boy are dating they are boyfriend and girlfriend.”

“Oh ok, I think it get it,” she responded as she smiled. “So it’s like you and y/n?”

WHAT? Where would she get that idea? One minute ago she didn't even know what a girlfriend was. Midoryia’s cheeks turned a shade of pink and his voice cracked when he spoke. “Um not really, we aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend,” He replied as he shifted his weight in his seat.

“But you always kiss her, and Anna and Kristoff kiss,” She added as she pointed to the characters on the tv screen.

“I uh, well they kiss on the lips, y/n and I kiss on the forehead and cheek, and sometimes friends kiss each other on the forehead and cheek.”

“Ooooh, ok!” She turned her attention back to the screen and leaned into him as she grabbed onto the blanket.

FEW, he was beyond thankful that she seemed to drop that topic. Although, it did stick with him; was it normal for him and you to kiss each other? It’s not like you guys made out or anything, but fairly often you guys did greet each other with a kiss on the forehead or cheek. But you guys definitely kissed in a not romantic way though. Yea definitely not in a romantic way. Yea, definitely.

“Hey deku, is y/n a princess? You call her princess a lot.” Eri questioned.

Midoryias heartbeat sped up. “No she’s not a princess.” He replied calmly even though his brain and heart were going a mile a minute. But then again what did he have to be worried about, you two were just really close friends that happen to be very affectionate and call each other cute nicknames. He called you princess, and you called him pretty boy. It was just a fun game between friends. His pulse slowed as his train of thoughts centered around you. He’s called you by that nickname for a while. He doesn’t remember when or how he started to call you princess, but he sure as hell knew why. “But she’s a princess to me,” he added.

Eri turned to him, eyes widened with excitement, “Am I like a princess?”

“Yes Eri. You are like a princess.” Eri smiled with one of the brightest smiles he had ever seen.

~

A few days later Deku was meeting with All Might in their usual teacher lounge room. Although originally they were talking about one for all, the topic of conversation shifted to you.

“And it’s not so much that her quirk itself is super cool and powerful, but it’s how she uses it. She’s always so creative and has brilliant strategies.” Deku beamed.

“You sure do talk about her a lot.” All Might chuckled. He watched as Midoryia’s bond with you grew rapidly as school went on. He also noticed that his successor would bring her up a lot and would bubble with excitement at any chance to talk about her.

“She’s amazing! She’s super nice and always looks out for others. And I love how passionate she is about the things she loves like music, she absolutely loves music. OH and she’s an amazing fighter. She does this thing when she’s fighting like she always raises her left eyebrow, never the right one because she can’t. AND she  . . .” Midoryia realized that he had been talking a lot. He pulled at the collar of his shirt. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling,”

“Don’t worry it’s ok, it’s cute listening to you talk about your girlfriend,”

What? Not this again. “Uh, y/n and I aren’t dating,” he squeaked. He coughed and cleared his throat so that hopefully his voice would go back to normal. Why was his heartbeat speeding up? He was so calm a second ago, why does it feel like his heart is about to fly out of his chest or like he’s going to pass out.

All Might could see the boy tense and his nervousness still lingering. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know,” He apologized frantically, waving his hands in surrender.

The boy seemed to calm down a bit but was still visibly tense and nervous “It’s ok, but um why would you think that?” Damn his voice was still squeaky, he cleared his throat again.

“Because the two of you are so close and during class you’re always together. Also because of the way you talk about her. Like, I don’t know you have this smile on your face that I only see when you look at her or talk about her.”

“Oh but I don’t think I treat her any differently than my other friends,” Midoryia added. He really didn't think he gave you any special attention. He was close with all of his friends and is just a super affectionate person. Whether it was hugs with Tsu or linking arms with Iida. But then again he didn’t kiss them on the forehead and cheek.

“It seems to me that she’s more than just a friend,” All Might implied. He saw the boy's face turn a dark shade of red. “Sorry, if I made you uncomfortable.”

“Huh? oh it’s ok don’t worry about it,” Midoriya stammered. He played with the fabric of his jacket sleeves. “But ya know you’re not the first person to think that we’re dating.”

“Really?” All Might tried to sound as surprised as he could.

“Yea the other day Eri asked me if y/n and I were boyfriend and girlfriend, like in the Disney movie we were watching.” Midoriya felt like he was experiencing 30 emotions all at once. He didn’t know what he was feeling or how he was supposed to feel.

The school bell rang and zoned him out of his thoughts that we’re running wild. He quickly said goodbye to All Might and ran to class. He couldn’t stop his mind from racing. Did he like you? Like in a crush type of way? He’s never liked anyone before so he isn’t sure.

Once he reached the class room he passed by your desk on the way to his.

“Hey pretty boy!” You beamed. When you saw his expression you were filled with concern. His face was red, eyes were wide and his eyes were darting all over the place but refused to land on you. “Hey are you ok? You look stressed.”

He finally placed his eyes on yours and took a deep breath. “Yea I’m good I’ve just got a lot on my mind and I’m trying to figure something out.” He stuttered.

You stood up from your seat, “ok, well if you need some help or maybe a hug, i'll always be here.” You leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek like it was normal, because it was. He couldn’t believe it, that this was his normal. The fact that the two of you casually kiss each other and so much apparently that when you do it in front of your classmates they don’t even bat an eye.

“Thanks,” he replied as he awkwardly walked over to his desk and sat down. He placed his arms on his desk and rested his head on his arms. Bakugou turned around and gazed at the kid that he’s known for most of his life. “You look like shit.”

Midoryia raised his one arm and gave a thumbs up, “Thanks Kachan, I really appreciate it,” he quipped. Bakugou grumbled and turned back to face the front of the room.

~

He was stuck. Figuratively and literally. Literally, he was stuck in his bed because he was unable to move. Figuratively, he was stuck with how he felt about you and what this means. Right after school ended he stayed in his room analyzing how he felt about you. He wasn’t 100% sure if he actually had feelings for you and at this point he’s worried that he is over thinking things. Which he probably is.

During all of his freaking out he received a text from you. Great 🙃. He unlocked his phone and opened your text.

Princess: hey, this song reminded me of you

He opened the song, I Hear a Symphony by Cody Fry. He’d never heard it before but he always loved your music recommendations. He pressed play and listened to the lyrics.

I used to hear a simple song

That was until you came along

Now in its place is something new

I hear it when I think of you

Huh, so now that he is in her life he changed her, but in a good way (or at least he’s hopping). He loved the melody and the way the song started off with piano. It was very calming to him.

As the song went on he continued to listen to the lyrics carefully. There weren’t that many lyrics so he was relaxing listening to the beautiful build up to the chorus. He felt like he was entering a fantasy listening to this song. It was graceful and peaceful, but also powerful and full of emotion.

I used to hear a simple song

That was until you came along

You took my broken melody

And now I have a symphony

He was frozen as the song finished. That remind you of him? He knew that you always pay attention to the lyrics and the meanings of songs, so this wasn’t just any old song. Did he really make that much of an impact on you? Listening to this song knowing that you thought of him made his heart ache. His stomachs filled with butterflies and his pulse slowed down from its former fast tempo.

Not long after, Uraraka and Todoroki stopped by his room. “Hey deku. Can we come in? I’m with todoroki.” Uraraka chimed.

He got up from his bed and fixed his hair after lying down for the past hour. He opened the door with a genuine smile, “Hey guys! Yea sure come in, what’s up?”

Uraraka sat down in his desk chair, “We wanted to check up on you to make sure you were ok. You were really quiet in class today and you’ve stayed up here all afternoon.” He really appreciated his friends and how much they cared about him.

“Yeah, I’m ok. I was just kinda um freaking out about something earlier and had to think things through. But now I’m not freaking out anymore, well maybe, it's just a lot to process.” Midoryia rambled.

“What's the problem?” Todoroki asked.

Midoryia scratched the back of his neck. “Umm can you guys promise not to tell anybody?”

“Of course”

“Promise”

Midoryia anxiously placed his hands in his pockets. He needed someone’s advice. “I think I might have feelings for y/n.” He babbled.

The two friends in his room had very little reactions, if any at all. This’d made no sense, he just confessed that he might have romantic feelings for their friend and they don’t react?

Todoroki was the first to speak, “I thought you knew that.”

“Todoroki!” Uraraka chimed in a scolding tone.

“What? What do you mean? I just figured this out today!” Midoryia stammered. He was beyond confused. “So wait a second, you guys knew that I like her and didn't say anything?”

“Not to be as blunt as Todoroki but, we thought you knew you liked her. It was kind of obvious. You guys practically act like a couple already.” Uraraka answered.

“Do you mean like the nicknames, and kissing?”

“It’s not just that, you guys always slip in physical contact when you’re together, you both are very flirty from time to time, and any chance you get you start rambling about how great she is.” She replied. Well then that makes sense why he was going on a whole tangent about her with All Might earlier.

Uraraka’s features softened, “You really didn’t know?” Midoryia grabbed a fistful of his curls in frustration. “NO! I didn’t, not at all! I thought that was all normal friends stuff ya know!” He explained anxiously.

“We’re friends and you’ve never kissed me,” Shoto added. Uraraka giggled in response.

Midoriya sat down on his bed and played with the material of his hoodie. “So what do I do now?” He asked.

Uraraka walked over to his bed and sat down beside him. “I’m not sure, but if you really like her, then I think you should tell her. I know this is all new to you so don’t freak out about confessing right now. But I’d say give it some thought.”

Midoriya sighed and gazed at the floor. He had so much to process right now. “Thanks you guys,” he said.

~

It had been about a week since Deku had his mind blowing chat with his two friends. He was lying on the couch in the common area. But it was completely empty because it was 1:30 in the morning. At first he stayed up late studying, but then around an hour ago he tried to go to bed but could only stare up at the ceiling.

He figured maybe he needed a drink or snack or SOMETHING. He grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around his body. He knew it was going to be cold downstairs since it was snowing outside and the heater turned down at his hour. He made his way downstairs, but when the elevator opened he was too tired to head to the kitchen and make tea so instead he just plopped down on the couch.

He stayed there for a little while thinking about you. His thoughts recently always traveled back to you. Ever since people kept asking if you guys were dating, he hasn’t stopped thinking about doing romantic things with you. He smiled at the idea of holding hands with you and rubbing your hand with his thumb. Or cuddling with you in one of your dorms and saying sweet nothings in your ear. Or going on cute dates with you, like ice skating in the park. Or putting his hand on the small of your back and pulling you into a kiss.

Midoriya was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the elevator open. He couldn’t see who it was from his view on the couch. The steps grew louder and stopped when they reached the lounge area. “Why the hell are you down here?” He heard from a deep voice.

He sat up and looked over at Katsuki. He was rubbing his eyes and his voice was groggy, he must have just worked up. “You’re down here too ya know,” Midoriya replied.

“Tch, yea but I just woke up, you probably haven’t slept at all have you? Ya damn insomniac.”

“I’m not in the mood Kachan.”

Bakugou grew suspicious of Midoriya’s response and tone. Usually he would respond with a snarky reply or a rambly explanation. He also sounded physically and mentally exhausted. Bakugou walked closer to the boy wrapped in a blanket and poked him. “What’s wrong with you?” He asked in a calmer but still rough tone.

The green haired boy shrugged his shoulders in response. “Nothing.”

“Yea sure, you’re alone in the dark in the middle of the night, and I can tell something’s bothering you.” Bakugou poked him again, “Now talk.”

Midoriya sighed, “I told you it’s nothing.”

Bakugou shoved his hands in his pockets,

“Fine don’t tell me.” He started to walk in the direction of the kitchen; But he stopped in his tracks after what he heard next.

“I’m in love with y/n,” Midoriya Mumbled.

Bakugou turned to face his childhood friend, “huh?” Midoriya pulled at the fabric of his blanket. “I said I’m in love with y/n. And I don’t know what to do,” he replied louder.

Bakugou made his way back to the couch. “Tch what the hell do you mean you don’t know what to do, if you like her so much then just ask her out.” Midoriya covered his face with his hands and sighed. Kachan was the last person he would expect to have this conversation with.

“I would, but I don’t want to make things awkward if she doesn’t like me back. I’m worried it will ruin our friendship,” Deku confessed.

Rolling his eyes, Bakugou sat on the couch adjacent to the one deku was sitting on. “Listen ya damn nerd, you’ve gotta be an idiot to think she doesn’t like you back. She follows you around like a damn puppy, it’s gross.” He cringed at that last statement.

“It’s not gross, it’s sweet. She cares about others a lot,” Midoriya corrected.

“She sure cares a whole lot about you for some reason.” Bakugou stood up again and slowly made his way to the kitchen to retrieve a water bottle he had been meaning to get. Midoriya was silent, Bakugou took note of this. The nerd was probably lost in his own train of thoughts at this point.

“Deku.” Midoriya turned to him, his blanket falling off of his shoulders. “Just suck it up and tell her how you feel. And don’t act like an idiot and say she won’t like you back. You may act like an idiot almost of the time but your not stupid. You know that girl would do anything for you.”

A small smile grew on Midoriya’s face. Bakugou saw and retorted, “If you tell anyone I said all that I’ll blow your ass up, got it?”

“Sure Kachan,” Deku laughed.

Midoriya couldn’t see it, but after Bakugou turned his back to him, there was a small grin on his face after hearing his “friends” normal tone again.

Not long after his chat with Kachan, Midoriya felt a lot better. He wasn’t stuck, not any more. He knew how he felt and he knew what to do.

~

You didn’t intend on staying up late. Originally you were going to watch a little Netflix, maybe go on your phone, and then go to bed around 11:30 or midnight. But then you found a new show to watch and 8 episodes later, it was 1:30 in the morning.

Around the middle of the 8th episode you heard a knock at your door. Crap. Just your luck. Every so often Aizawa would walk around the dorms if he didn’t go to sleep or woke up. He would check on the students to make sure they were asleep and in their own dorms.

About twice you and Midoriya got in trouble because one of you was in the other's dorm after curfew. Thankfully he didn’t catch you guys the other times you snuck into the other dorms.

It was actually a pretty common occurrence. Whether one of you couldn’t sleep and just wanted to talk, or if one of you woke up and needed help going back to sleep. Oh wait yea the  knock at the door.

You paused your show and didn’t move. You waited for Aizawa to say something like open the door, or go to sleep, or Midoriya go back to your own room. But, you didn’t hear anything.

There was a second knock on the door, much weaker than the first. I guess it’s not Aizawa, you thought to yourself. You slowly got out of bed and tiptoed to the door. After opening it you didn’t see anyone. Huh?

You peaked your head out and looked around the hallway. “Hey,” You whispered.  You saw Izuku slowly walking away from your room. He turned around and faced you looking frazzled. “Hi,” he replied with a small wave.

“What’s up? Can’t sleep?”

“Something like that. I didn’t think you were awake and I didn’t want to bother you.”

You opened your door wider, “Come here, get in.”

A small smile grew on his lips. He made his way into your room and sat down on your bed, you followed suit. “So what’s . .”

“I need to tell you something,” he interrupted. A small blush danced on his checks as he spoke. “Yea sure what is it?” You asked, voice filled with concern.

Midoriya was frozen, he wanted to speak but no words came out. This was a lot harder than he expected. He even went through what he was going to say beforehand in his dorm. Crap. His heart rate was picking up and his breathing quickened.

You could tell he was anxious and placed one of your hands in his. “Hey it’s ok, you can tell me anything.” You comforted him. “I’ll always be here for you.”

His features softened, “That’s what makes this so much harder,” he replied. He took a deep breath and tried to slow his rapid heart beat. He looked at the floor, too scared to look you in the eyes.

“I’m in love with you,” he confessed. He did it, he finally did it.

“You make me feel safe and happy. Your smile is  beautiful and your laughter is contagious. I’ve never met someone like you. It’s like that song you sent me last week. My life was pretty boring and a little sad, but then I met you. You turned my broken melody into a symphony y/n.”

He couldn’t see your reaction but he felt your hand tighten its grip on his.

Now you were the one that was frozen. The two of you sat there for a minute in silence. He started to get worried. “Look, I get it if you don’t like me back, just, promise it won’t mess up what we have. Your friendship means too much to me to lose it.” He muttered.

You placed your hand on his chin and pulled his head to face you. Your faces were inches apart. You made sure to not take a pause in between what you were about to say, in fear that the first statement would give him a stroke. “I don’t like you, I love you.”

He didn’t know what came over him. Maybe it was the look of joy in your eyes. Maybe it was his blood filling with adrenaline. He didn’t know. He leaned forward and pecked you on the lips. The blush on his face only grew as he watched your eyes widen and cheeks turn red.

Only a few seconds after the first kiss, you leaned forward and matched his lips with yours. This kiss was nothing like the first one. The first one was an electric spark that filled you with happiness. The second kiss was more passionate and gentle. Although, it was a bit awkward at first and it took you guys a second to figure it out. But, pretty soon you both were in sync. You placed your hands on his neck and he reciprocated by placing his hands on your waist.

It felt like the world stopped spinning and it was only you two. You’ve waited for this moment for so long, since the culture festival to be exact. A moment where you were kissing the boy that you had fallen in love with and there wasn’t a care in the world.

The two of you pulled apart gasping for air. Your head was spinning. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” you sighed with a smile. Izuku giggled in response.

The two of you stayed in your room and went to sleep in each other's embrace not long after. You felt so safe in his arms, like you belonged there.

The next morning you woke up the blaring sound of your alarm. You turned around and shoved izuku’s shoulder. “Yo, pretty boy wake up,” you mumbled, voice groggy from just waking up.

Eyes still closed he wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you towards his chest. “Nooo, I don’t wanna wake up. I stayed up super late confessing my love to the most beautiful girl in the world.” He whispered in response.

Before last night you two flirted or responded with wiry remarks like it was normal Tuesday. But now, it felt different. It wasn’t coming from your best friend, it came from a boy who had stolen your heart, and you stole his.

“I mean it. If I have to wake up you have to wake up,” You returned. He smiled and opened his eyes, “Good morning princess.”

You chucked and leaned forward to peck him on the corner of his lips before getting out of bed. “If I were you I’d head back to your room so you don’t have to sit through detention and have to explain why you were late.”

“Yeah you’re right,” he walked towards the door. “See ya later y/n.”

“See ya.”

[crybabykiko]

Summer School

Kōshi Sugawara x Milf!Reader

Warnings: lmaooo bitch this shit hurted I can’t even get into it just know that I don’t wish to be perceived and will not be taking questions at this time. This is also not based on a dream I had and I am completely okay and sane

WC: 2.2k

A/N: Part of the lovely Miki Mouse Whorehouse collab- @undermattsun I love you I’m sorry my appendix got in the way of having this in on time. If you haven’t read the rest of the best mf porn trope collab in the universe, check out the mlist here for more hot milfs in your area that can read to you. 💕 and also ty kwis @honey-makki for the banner because y’all almost didn’t get one... she’s the real hero of the story.

The silence in the room was deafening as you sat in front of his desk. The air was thick with tension, and your palms, though sweaty, felt ice cold. He was always jovial, except for in moments like these, moments where he commanded attention. Moments in which he was serious, an ever looming presence over all his students- over the entire school.

“I assume you know why we’re meeting, right?” he said, taking a seat at his own desk, piled high with papers and discarded paper coffee cups- you could also just barely make out... an ashtray? Maybe that was only for after hours- hours like these in which he probably stayed on the school grounds half the night grading term papers and exams- as he’s not one to bring work home with him. You remembered him mentioning that from the orientation. You remembered the gentle, kind, Sugawara-Sensei with a warm smile and soothing voice; but the man in front of you was sinister.

“Final grades?” You swallowed a lump of fear and anxiety.

“They’re not good,” he scoffed, rifling through papers on his desk to pull out one riddled with red marks.

“Something like this definitely means summer school....”

He wasn’t letting up at his icy demeanor.

“That’s- it’s not an option,” you sputtered.

“I agree,” he said. “I’ve heard about your summer plans, I wouldn’t hate for you to miss out, they really seem like fun…”

Your blood was boiling over at the condescension, but it felt ice cold as it ran through your veins thinking of what you stood to lose if you protested him.

“I’ll tell you what,” Sugawara began, rising from his desk chair and crossing over to the classroom blackboard. He started erasing the day’s earlier lessons, leaving murky white streaks across the board.

“I’ll give you a chance to raise the grade, extra credit of sorts- how does that sound?”

By now he had picked up a slender wooden pointer with a white plastic tip. You had already put forth so much effort into Summer vacation, there was no way summer school was written into the occasion. But you felt yourself suffocated by the offer, a nervous twisting starting to build up in your gut as he stared at you, twisting the pointer in his chalk dust coated hands. You begrudgingly nodded.

“Great- it’s an offer you won’t be able to refuse, I know you…”

You knew exactly what he meant.

He bought the pointer to your chin, gently lifting before tracing it down your neck and décolletage, emphasizing the curvature of your breasts as he rounded the chair to be behind you.

“Let’s start with getting this off, yeah?” His hands massaged at your shoulders, gently pulling the woolen cardigan off your body, gently exposing you to the cool air of his classroom. You shuddered in response to the drastic change of temperature. Your exposed shoulders revealed the straps to your camisole and bra, Suga snapped the straps of both against your skin, a wince forming on your face from the soft slapping pain.

“Such pretty skin,” he remarked lowering his head to your neck, lips barely grazing the surface before peppered light kisses along it.

“You smell so nice too- all of this just to meet me, huh?”

You fixed your mouth to say no, but couldn’t get anything out against his advances. instead a small moan rose through the air as his kisses turned to kitten licks and a soft sucking right beneath your ear.

Sugawara’s hands were warm and soft as they lost themselves underneath the fabric of your shirt and bra, leaving a rash of goosebumps in his wake that rose almost as quickly as the heat to your face and neck. He slowly took your nipples between his fingertips, twisting gently as you threw your head into his chest.

“That’s it, it feels good, doesn’t it?” You hummed in response.

You felt him press his body into your back, the presence of his half hardened cock becoming painfully apparent as it slid against you. Suga crossed back in front of you, hands positioned at the buckle of the belt that held his pants at his waist. He didn’t bother to undo the clasps of his suspenders, slipping them down his shoulders instead. Still exposed, your chest rose and fell at the sight of him. Your eyes were locked at his waist, his own eyes growing familiar with your gaze as he slid the khakis down his waist, stopping just above the knee and leaving his hard-on fully visible.

You can’t recall when or how the straps of your shirt and bra fell from your body, but your top half was completely exposed to him as he pushed the head of his cock between your breasts, the soft pink head sporting a prominent freckle akin to the beauty mark under his eye. His cock moved against your skin, gaining soft friction as you held your tits together around it. You couldn’t resist sticking out your tongue to lap tiny kitten licks as he thrust- a soft yet lewd chortle from your own lips offered a little more lubrication, the slick sounds of his dick against your skin now rising in the sticky air. The spit glistened against the supple skin of your breasts as your hands held them together, fingertips hovering just above your pert nipples as you continued to envelop his dick with them. You started to help him, moving the mounds of flesh against him in a matching rhythm.

“Fuck yeah, just like that,” Sugawara hissed, speeding himself up. You could see the emergence of precum at the tip, tongue involuntary darting out to lick the salty fluid. His cock grew wetter, veins more prominent with each thrust against you. Your legs were presaging together in your seat, the thin panties you were wearing had started to become uncomfortably wet at this point, as you were so turned on at how turned on he was. In the back of your mind though, the heat on your skin translated to embarrassment, sickened by yourself for stooping to this level, disgusted by your need for perfection- how could you ever live with this?

No time to think about that now, though, not when he was looking down over you like this, cheeks pale pink, and strands of silver still king to his perspiring forehead. The feeling of his dick twitching against your tits weighed heavier than your pride at the moment, and you’d rather swallow several of his loads than grin and bear the stares of all those other bullshit PTA moms looking down on you- looking down on your kid. It was time to work for your bribe- just like the one you’d worked with Sugawara at the beginning of the year to get your son into his class.

Without warning, your son’s teacher thrust farther forward, pushing his dick past your lips- the signifier he was done using your tits to get off, and needed something more. You let go, moving your hand to the base of him, twisting your wrist upward as you opened your mouth wider and granted him full access.

“Very good- open up-ngh-, pretty thing,” He cooed through gritted teeth. “Want you to take this cock down your throat.”

His hands grasped the nape of your neck, pushing your head down further on his length. You gagged the first two or three passes- after all, it had been awhile since you had been adjusted to his size, or any man in general- being a single-mother does that to a person sometimes. But it took a few softer thrusts for your throat to ease up, and he was happy to oblige. He found you cute like this, so pliant with a mouth stuffed full of him. ‘Such a good mom,’ he thought, looking down to marvel at your face, nose buried in his pubes.

There was nothing more appealing to him than the idea of replacing your tight, wet throat with your even tighter pussy- than feeling the tip of his cock right at your cervix- the sensation of him filling you to the brim with his cum, and eventually seeing you swollen and round with his own child after a few months of making sure it stuck. Amazing thoughts- at least to him. But for now, he could wait; his mind telling him he’ll have all summer to wear you down since he has every intention of keeping you at his beck and call for the break, the looming thought of how much you owe him hanging over your head like the most perfect apple on a branch just out of reach.

Looking up at him from your seat like this fit that same illusion for you too. You shouldn’t feel this overpowering desire over the stiffness of your jaw and the burning of your throat- you shouldn’t enjoy the weight of his dick on your tongue, much less crave the feeling of him splitting you open. Yes these are all things you shouldn’t feel- but if it’s so wrong, why does it feel so right?

You popped your lips off of him for a second, gasping for air as strings of your saliva separated you from him. Your hand twisted at the base of his cock, pumping him with a tight grip. You could feel Sugawara shuddering under your touch, eyes meeting his to watch him stifle a moan by pulling his bottom lip through his teeth. He bought a soft hand to your cheek, stroking it lightly with the pad of his thumb before taking both hands to press your head back onto him- pushing as far down as he could fit- a harsh gag filling the room as his cock lodged itself in your throat.

His face was stained scarlet, nose scrunching and eyes creasing as he felt himself starting to slip, succumbing to his impending orgasm.

“Such a good-hhngh- such a good fucking mommy,” he said thrift gritted teeth, sending several hot ropes of cum sliding down your raw, and most likely bruised throat. You could barely hear the rest of his obscenities as he hit his high- your blood was already in your ears the moment you heard him say the word “mommy.” You couldn’t help but swallow every last drop, thinking of how much better it would’ve been if he did cum in your now drenched pussy. It was an invitation waiting for him, but your womb simply had to wait- a dull ache forming where you felt he should be.

You had several seconds to come back into reality, the fluorescence of classroom lights bringing you back to your surroundings of tinfoil planet dioramas and baking soda volcanoes among the rows of desks in front of you. You tried taking stock of how you got here in the first place, but your brain was liquefied in lust. Sugawara took a few moments to fix himself up, slicking his sweaty hair back as he readjusted his suspenders and rifled through the pockets of his pants. Pulling out a silver engraved cigarette case, pulling two out and placing one between his teeth. Handing you one, he pulled out his matching lighter, flicking it open to spark you up first. Almost as if nothing happened, he was the same, jovial, sweet Sensei that your 4th-grade son adored- the same kind, gentleman you entrusted your child to at orientation.

“Don’t tell the PTA,” he joked, a soft smile spreading across his still pink cheeks as he finished his drag, sitting back down in his chair.

“I won’t if you won’t,” you responded, rather breathlessly for having not done much work yourself.

You sat in silence for a beat or two, marveling at how he was able to turn himself on and off like this, at how he was able to continue on in the thick, sex stained air while filling out a gradebook.

“The final grade will remark as a pass,” he commented.

“I can’t give honor’s marks or it’ll look suspicious, so I’ll put in a couple extra credit points and just write it off as a book report or something.”

“Th-thank you, Sensei,” you uttered weakly, remembering just who Sugawara was- after all, he is your son’s teacher. As you stood, you picked up your purse and smoothed your skirt to leave. You slowly pulled the cardigan back over your sleeves, shuddering yet again at soft contact against your sensitive nerve endings, goosebumps still painting your body.

“You can call me Kōshi if you’d like- I’m not your teacher after all.”

“Thank you… Kōshi,” you corrected yourself.

He continued to work, not taking his eyes off the pile of papers in front of him, one by one, marking them up and down with red pen.

The click of your high heels sliced through the palpable silence as you began to leave the classroom. The voice inside of you screamed to hold your head high, not to look back, not to address him, not to crave him but that same voice fell down inside you, mind quelling its fear with a ‘you just have to tell him goodnight, it’s the polite thing to do.’

“Goodnight, Kōshi,” you called, twisting the knob of the door, pushing it halfway open before he stopped you.

“Oh, Y/N- please don’t forget to tell S/N to enjoy his summer vacation… you enjoy yours too.”